Roman Insurgence 2015 - Imperator Marcus Crassus

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Kejar Kabal: Kejar returned to the House slightly charred no less. Princess was no joke. Bathing and running the gauntlet of his mother's wrath in the kitchens, he returned to the main hall of the House. Silence. Perfect, no sign of the dumbassed dragon, no snake, and his little brother was where he belonged for now. Egypt...was fair game. Raise of a goblet of wine to lips as he canted his head back against the cushions he reclined against. Swirl of its contents as he raised a brow at the skidding servant. The worry etched in features. And..the scroll clutched in hand. Home sweet hell...it was. And no one around but him to intercept the scroll. -d-

Acacia Kabal: Acacia had her wicked little spoon in damn near every supernatural pot there was.  Vampires, tricked out Doctors,  demons, gods, demigods, witches...and that required the occasional overtime.  She hated being disconnected from Falcon, but duty is what it is, and therefore the Scribe seemed to walk through a door that hadn't existed a moment ago. The little red dress shifted and changed into  a flowing chiton of the same color, blending better in style except the click of Choos beneath the floor length hem. A scroll in hand, she was en route to her library - yes she still considered it hers- and in passing through the main hall one elegant brow arched. A bit of a smile tugged on her lips, violet eyes landing on Kejar. Exhusbands, such a novel thing. "Kejar..I see you're well...." She glanced around, finding no sign of the Pirate. "Didn't set flame to the dragon already, did you?" -d

Antoinette Kabal: -=Here and there she was able to escape from the confines of her favorite chains, even though she had ruined her last ones to show Tejar just how much she had improved in her magic. Then again, what was the point of living so long and not learning a new thing or two? Alas she had to do what she was commanded, sorta. She improvsed from time to time. Like.. not REALLY watching his every move. There she appeared out of the shadows and doing her best to not think of the dozens of ways she could stab him without really killing him. Did you know the human body could survive that type of mutilation? Yes it could, even if they'd be medicated to hell and back. Icy blues glanced to the side to see both Scribe and Kejar in a single piece. Adorned in her favorite type of outfit, oh so tight black corset with blue laces along with leather pants and boots she was ready to just .. baby sit more. Walking to flop on one of the many many pillows she didn't plan to interupt the conversation started by the Scribe. =-

Kejar Kabal: Ex-wives and even more twisted experience. So much for being rid of her. Taking the scroll from the servant, he unrolled it. 'Ace..always a pleasure..' Make that..ex-wife...discarded girlfriend..for said former. Karma was a total bitch. Whiskey colored eyes skimmed over the scroll. The curl of lip as he cursed under breath. Shake of head as he handed it to Ace. She was the Scribe afterall. 'I'm not sure whether to be astounded by the sheer stupidity, or commend the perseverance of a futile endeavor.' Hell if he didn't lie close to Toni. 'Looks like Rome wants to change out the guard...again.' -d-

Acacia Kabal: Twisted pleasure taken in that disgruntled look of his, couldn't help it - old habits die hard.  But, she wasn't invested in making his life hell - and spotting Toni, she realized he would get plenty of that hell without her
assistance. Taking the scroll from his offering hand, she read over it as she listened to him.  "Persistant little things, aren't they?"  A bite on her lower lip, squinting briefly before rolling it up and looking over to the other two again.  "I wouldn't dismiss them so lightly. Every failure they have the next little minion to take the reigns learns from the mistakes made by those that come before him. Well..one would think, at least.  " -d

Antoinette Kabal: -=There was a shift of her gaze towards Kej before turning her attention to Ace.=- You'd think, sometimes it's not the case and they regress back into the same futile mistakes as before. -=It had been a fact from time to time, but it didn't always hold true. For the time being fangs weren't bared for either of them and there was just relaxtion on the vampire. What had she done to be so happily relaxed? Secrets. Lots of them to be had and sealed away.=- When is this guard to arrive? -=She had thought to ask a question but decided against it. Her fun and play had to be contained to the nameless.=-

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Imperator Marcus Crassus: "For a time you have been dealing with the likes of Legatus Manus Aquilias. Nephew to our Emperor." Another pause before he went further. "Until now you have had to deal with scrapes that Legatus Aquilias has decided to let fall from the table." He gave a firm shake of his head. "Not anymore." He snapped his fingers and extended his arm outward and one of the officers came forward and handed him a canvas sack. He took it and brought it forward in front of him. Suddenly all those gathered would catch the hint of a scent that rolled off this man. Myrrah and freshly fallen rain. Odd. But they'd see something else. A type of calming power. "I am Imperator Crassus." If they knew of Roman military ranks they would know that the rank of Imperator meant that he was above even the Roman Senate. That there was only one other man in Roman whom he answered to. That man? The Emperor himself. He flashed a sardonic almost sinister smirk. "Until now you have dealt with this fat fuck." He reached into the sack and removed the head of Manus Aquilias; his mouth was gaping open. His eyes wide and bugged. The look of utter horror was upon them. He raised that head up allowing their Beloved and all present to see. "I am Imperator Crassus. This will not be like you are used to. You're nation is under my heel. You're people belong to me. You're food, water, livestock....you're very lives...belong to me." A slight pause as he flashed a smile. "So this is the new offer to you, your nation...your people. I shall ensure that you and your people will be able to maintain your lives. Pray to your..." He smirked."...gods. Have food, water. Everything that you may have been denied by Legatus Aquilias here." He tilted his head slightly. "But..." He chuckled. "But you." He motioned with Aquilias head towards their Beloved. "You; either bow to me or..." The massive Roman came forward and brought that battleax forward across his body showing the double edged blade. "...or you bow to him." He then tossed Aquilias head across the way and it would land with a sickening thud infront of their beloved. He went quiet then and waited. -d-

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Acacia Kabal: Acacia slid her gaze to Kejar and offered a nod.  A polite smile "dankie, jy belaglik" And then her focus was on the commander. Stepping forward from her position by the throne to offer the illusion of a more welcoming audience than her stoic position by the throne, silent, focused, and ever attentive. She did look slightly amused by the sight of the head dangling there, but said nothing. She let him speak and fill the air with his many...many words. Still, she said nothing. When the head was tossed, Ace  moved and lifted it by the hair until it was eye level with her scrutiny. Not that far up, she was only 5'4". Still, she gave that bloated, horrified face a kiss to the cheek before passing it to a servant "Please put that with the Beloved's collection" Chest rose and fell with the in-and-exhale turning her attention once again to the commander. Moving closer, but just out of arms reach. "You come with gifts and demands, Commander. You wish a bended knee of our beloved and yet...and yet you turn away her hospitality as if  food and drink do not inspire you to ...friendly terms. You insult our customs, our way of life and all for...a bended knee. " Her dark hair swayed with the slight tilt of her head, a thoughtful gesture as pale violets held his gaze.  "why" It was a simple question. He would have to know the gesture would be empty as hell and yet he still asked for it. He was a man of cunning and ruthlessness, yet his aura was calm. He had a plan, she simply didn't know what it was. -d

Kejar Kabal: Kejar's eyes narrowed as he stood beside Toni. Arms folded over chest, as he listened and damn near cracked his own jaw he bit down so hard. The lowly murmured words passed lips directed to Toni. 'Leiband nie.' His gaze locked on the Roman with the axe. Kejar had him by a mere inch in height, push came to shove, there was gonna be lot of blood on the pristine floors. Flicking eyes to Ace he knew she was in her element. Out of all of them, she was the one who mastered the art of slicing an emeny at the knees with words. Crassus' position was one thing. The ability to hold it would be another. His gaze swept over the Romans once more as he remained silent..just barely. His blood pressure was already on the rise.-d--

Antoinette Kabal: -=She murmured softly.=- Je ne l'ai pas bougé d'un amour musculaire. -=Small twitch, wanting to hear the answer. She did take a small step to the front and side to block him from moving.=-

Imperator Marcus Crassus: He flashed a smile. "Why?...oh I do enjoy being questioned." He glanced over his shoulder to his officers. A few chuckled. He shifted his gaze back to their Beloved. He shifted his position and paced back and forth in front of her. He flashed a smile. "Why?...oh I do enjoy being questioned." He glanced over his shoulder to his officers. A few chuckled. He shifted his gaze back to their Beloved. He shifted his position and paced back and forth in front of her and then came to his previous position. "Because Rome is Civilization." He smiled. "Rome is Order....Rome is Power." A slight pause as he glanced to those around their Beloved. "And out here. WE. ARE. ROME." Suddenly a sound was heard from outside. A steady rapping of steel against shield. "...Because if you do not bow to me. If you do not heed my command at every step and turn." He chuckled smiling before he suddenly had the look of death in his eyes. "Then I will butcher you all. My Legions will march across Egypt as they have done before. You're people will come under chain and lash. You're entire fucking world will come crashing down." He tilted his head looking to the Beloved "...but maybe you are right. Maybe I am being of haste?" A slight pause. "Perhaps I will not take your head." He was talking solely to the Beloved. "...perhaps instead you shall be my person body slave. Yes....yes." He snapped his fingers and spoke over his shoulder. "What do you think. Gauis?" One of the Roman's behind him spoke up. "Imperator?" He smiled. "How do you think their Queen will look with my cock stuffed in her mouth?" The Roman officer behind him guffed. "Like the Royalty she is, Imperator." He nodded. "Yes. I do believe you are right." He motioned to the Beloved. "So what shall it be, Inaana; Queen of Egypt?" A slight pause. "You bowing to me? Or shall we begin... gouging away?" He flashed that utterly handsome though devilishly charming smile. -d-

Antoinette Kabal: -=Seething vampire. Hand moving back to grasp Kejar's. Squeeze.. freaking.. twitch. Think .. anything but murder.=-

Acacia Kabal: Oh. Hell. No. Now you see, there were many things that she could do. She could make a grown man weep with the circles her words could run them in. And once upon a time that was her preferred method of  handling people. But this cock waving ass scratching old shit wanted to come in here and ...well, perhaps he would see it, perhaps he wouldn't. He was quite enchanted in looking over the masked woman's assets, so to speak. But anyone with attention to detail might be able to note the minute Acacia Kabal snapped.  "Pity. " One word, spat at him as if he had wasted her valuable time and scuffed her favorite choo's in the process. "You come here blaring your horns, a great procession of your men so beautifully orchistrated that one must wonder if you practiced it when you were a small lad sucking tit and jerking your own cock for amusement. And yet, like the failures before you you LACK VISION" She shouted, her temper unleashing, moving and barring his line of sight to the woman on the throne. "You know nothing and your pathetic attempt at proving yourself superior is almost as convincing as my attempt at civility. I had hoped...so hoped you would be worth the effort it took to amuse you. Take your leave or I hand it to you on my own terms" -d Was it...was there a draft? Just a little bit of air stirring but hard to tell what direction it was coming from. -d

Imperator Marcus Crassus: He listened to her and then sighed and gave a slight shake of his head. "As you wish, Inanna; Queen of Egypt. To war it is." A slight pause before he glanced around and gave a nod of his head once more before he turned. His men parted the way. He started walking away but then halted his movement and turned back to the Queen. "Eat. Drink and fuck like the Gods for in the morning?" He smiled. "You all shall die." He gave a nod of his head and turned again leaving the throne room. His men followed him a few walking backwards following their Imperator out of the House. He headed back for his mount which he took reins and leapt up into the saddle. He spoke to his officer. "Gauis. Send word to the Legion Commanders. Have them fall to previous commands." Marcus Antonius Crassus somehow knew that the Queen would never agree to bow to a Roman. He wouldn't have if the roles have been reversed. So he had already had  runners sent to his various Legion Commanders to ready the men for war. They were already on the march. The Queen did not have an army. Nowhere near the strength that Imperator Crassus had. Gauis slammed a closed fist against his armored chest and he mounted  up and raced off. He brought his mount around and they raced back to the cohort. If the Queen and her people were watching from the time they were in the House two more Cohorts have arrived. Each at a flanking position. The formation resembled that of a bull with horns. He came back to the formation and yelled loudly for all the men to hear and for the House of Lords to hear. "The Queen has decided to politely refuse Rome's generous offer." Laughter filtered out. "...So be it." He smirked. "Tomorrow? War!" A roar came up from the hundreds of Roman soldiers already gathered. Clanging of sword against shield was heard.. He and his officers rode past the men as the formation changed again moving into battle formations and then they went stationary. The Imperators personal Legion. Legio VII would be here soon enough. -d-

Acacia Kabal: She glared, watching the Romans depart with a regal, cold silence. Then, with no less air of the Scribe's  twisted amusement, she looked to Kejar and Toni with a smirk. "I think that went well.  Now..someone needs to let the real Snake know what the hell is going on. Either we start pulling in our favors and rally the troops." A shift of gaze between the two "Or convince him that we have more value to him alive rather than not. " Could such be done? Acacia believed it was possible...hell even in this moment a strategy was forming in that dark little mind of hers. Hand lifted, toying with the blood red stone that had dangled beneath the neckline of her dress.  "Kejar..Toni..war, or no?"  -d

Antoinette Kabal: -=She watched.. Watched as anger was hidden behind her pretty ice blues. Her attention then shifting over towards the Scribe.=- Shall you seduce him or shall I? -=She couldn't help but to feel that twitch.. an itch of wanting to murder everything out on that sand. Stopping that pretend breathing she took a step away from Kejar, letting the mans hand go because.. yeah she almost accidently broke it in that angered moment.=-  I'd rather not lose anymore if we don't have to. -=As much as she enjoyed her blood lust, it wasn't just about her. Other lives of the House DID matter, even if she didn't show it often.=-

Kejar Kabal: Kejar's cuffs were ablaze as he moved to Acacia. Nairobi leapt from the throne and stood before Ace Toni and Kejar, jerking the golden mask from face. Nairobi nodded totally in agreement with Ace. Unleash the Snake..fight to the death. Stare. The silent woman jerked her head between Ace and Toni, then turned and glared at Kejar. The Isrealite raised a hand tugging his hair free. 'Odds are Ace, we don't have time to rally anyone..Nairobi..get word..somehow to the temple. Make sure its supplied if we have to fall back.' Lifting his gaze to Ace. 'Babe you did all you could. Negotiations aren't going to be resumed. That man has death in his eyes. The next time he sets foot in here..he's coming to claim our heads.' Hand slid behind neck, as he jerked her head to his forehead. 'Open a door and toss the old woman through it, please.' Releasing her, he eyed Toni a moment, taking her in. 'Nothing leaves the sands while you stand.' Whiskey colored eyes swept over them all. 'While any of still stand. They may be Rome...but fuckers are on Egyptian soil..and we are Egypt.' A nod to Nairobi. 'See that Kenya's in position. Send Asaja and Tia out...I need to know what our options are.' Returning attention to Ace and Toni..use everything you got, yank my brother..and anything else in the Lair back here as soon as you throw the Old Woman out of this House. Toni, shadow cover. Until Inanna can raise the veil.'  Right now, they were on defense. Not..a position he enjoyed.-d-

Acacia Kabal: She shook her head to Toni, then leveled her attention on Kejar. Damned if her expression didn't soften the slighest bit. "I have not yet done everything, Kejar. He wanted the refusal and I had no choice but to give it to him. But make no mistake that I have not tried everything as of yet. " A breath taken and she gave a pat to his chest with his brow to hers. Bossy ass Kabals. Soon looking to both of them again. "I'll get Nan out and safe, and upon my return I am going to go negotiate with the Commander. I have something he wants.  Between the Snake and Falcon I have finally learned one  valuable truth..... I'm a goddamned force to be reckoned with. I have power, and it's not a cunt he wants, it's power. See to getting things fortified, I'll open two doors, one blue, one green. If you see it those are my doors. Blue takes you to my home in New York, Green will lead you to Summer. Consider them escape hatches just in case he has a blade sharper than my wits" Because damn it, she'd stripped herself of that spell that would allow her to come back from the dead and she was pretty sure Set wouldn't let her soul free another time without a hefty price. Moving toward the kitchens, she called back to the pair. "And try not to set the House on Fire. Raven did ask nicely" -d

Antoinette Kabal: -=Orders. She had been given hers and oh she planned to enjoy every moment of it. Looking down to the dress she had been wearing, fuck it. Why not? Shifting her attention to Ace and Kejar. Each word taken in. There was a lot to do .. a lot to prepare. The abyss. It was one thing she had in her favor. She didn't know another soul that could command it to their will as she had. She had spent a lifetime mastering it, and she still hadn't touched everything there was to know. She closed her eyes. Taking the full length of her concentration and inverting the shadows from their hiding place. The House soon becoming shrouded in the thick ink like darkness. Not a single ray of light could pierce through it's expanse. The magic pulled and tugged from the depths of her being and she opened her eyes. Her right foot sliding back just a bit. The tremers beneath her flesh hidden away. She hadn't ever delved into tugging so much power at once. She lifted her hand she gave a small whistle. The sound that came next? It was like music to her ears. The soft snarls and growls could be heard. Nails tapping against the ground and she turned to look to creatures no other could see. Not yet at least. Purring with french words.=- Kill anything that comes close my pets. -=Looking towards Kej and Ace, a light smirk on ruby reds.=- I told Tej I wanted hellhounds. -=Her part? Complete, mostly.=-

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

LATER that same night....

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  The Roman encampment was massive. The walls were unclimbable. There was a tower every twenty feet with Roman's finest archers in them throughout the day and night. Roaming foot patrols both inside and outside it's walls. Fires ensured vision was unobstructed. Tents were stretched beyond eyesight. Food, ale and laughter from the Roman soldiers who weren't on duty could be heard. A quiet hum of excitement for the coming days battle. A battle of which will be over rather quickly.

Imperator Marcus Crassus: The Queen and her lack of a true army. No one would get within five hundred yards of the encampment without being seen. Marcus Antonius Crassus was walking from the Legion Commanders tent though he paused near a roaring fire and a handful of his soldiers who were sharing a pot of stew. All the men stood when their Imperator came near. He waved them back down onto their stews. He spoke briefing with them which had them all laughing. He patted one of the men on his shoulder before he bid them a good night and moved on to his command tent.

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  Gaius, his number two came jogging up and
followed him to the flaps of the tent. He had four legionaries as guards both at the front and back and massive command tent. "Hail, brother!" He slammed their arms together gripping the man's forearm tightly and then released. "...Ensure the vex are ready to collect the wounded. Also instruct the battalions that prisoners are to be taken if possible. Warriors are to be given a choice. Everyone else to chains." Both men entered the tent and two other Legion commanders followed suit the men would gather around the war table where the map was set. He showed them his battle plan. -d-

Acacia Kabal:    Impossible. It would be impossible for Kejar or Tejar to portal to the location of the Commander because they were limited to places they had been before. It would be impossible for the dragons to fly overhead without detection or harm. But for Acacia, entry was not impossible - merely difficult. Her ability to open doors between places and times was inate as her ability to spot a knock off Choo. Zeroing it in to a pinpoint precision added a degree of dificulty, finding the fibers of his aura and the energy that was uniquely his took more concentration than she was proud of.

Acacia Kabal: And yet, despite the guards, despite the weaponry,  the very fabric of the side panel of the tent was used to create the entry.  As if a ghost - vibrant though she was- it would seem she merely appeared inside that tent unless someone had been staring at that spot to see the displacement of energy and the woman walking through. Long black hair unbound, still adorned in that white grecian style dress. And, blatantly unarmed. No sword or blade, no shield, merely the woman. Stealth obviously not a part of her plan, because she spoke upon her arrival "Commander, we should speak. Privately."  -d

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  All of his men roughly turned towards the sound of the woman's voice. Swords were ripped from sides and they formed a rough circle in front of their Imperator. One of the men yelled guards and four more Romans entered; armed and ready to strike her down. But a single hand rose. "Wait!" His men all stopped their advance. Gauis started to plead but he waved his left hand. "Wait!" Marcus Crassus tilted his head slightly  and observed this woman before he chuckled and gave a slight nod of his head.

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  "Out. All of you. Now." Again Gauis tried to plead with Marcus. "Imperator. Please. We have...." Marcus merely shook his head. "If she wanted me dead she would have waited until later. Now all of you out. Fall to Command Gauis." The other men had began to file out but Gauis had remained at his Imperator's said. "Rest easy my friend. I am not easy to kill." He chuckled and patted him on his shoulder as he too left the tent. 

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  He shifted his gaze to her. Gauis had taken the battle plans with him. Marcus moved over to a small table and lifted a pitcher holding it up to her. "Wine?" He waited to see if she wanted some. If so he poured two cups and would hand one over to her. He then turned and fell down into a chair. He raised that cup and took a drink before he motioned to her. "What is your name?" He watched her closely with those royal sky blue eyes. -d-

Acacia Kabal:  She looked quite amused at the sound of all that steel, watching them protect their leader. She lifted her hands and gave a slight wiggle of fingers, almost mocking them with her blatant lack of protection. Well, seemingly. Was she unbothered? gods, no, she wasn't insane. But the bitch had tangled with worse and more-or-less survived, she wasn't going to let them see her hesitate. She grinned at the commander's observation, violet gaze shimmering with silent laughter, giving a nod to his words. "You assume correctly, I'm not here for a bloodbath, gods, I did wear white, afterall" 

Acacia Kabal : As if that was the most logical proof she meant no harm - fabric damage. A little hum of appreciation, moving toward him and taking the wine he offered. "I am Acacia Kabal,  you may address me as Acacia if you like, Ace is also acceptable"  She looked around the tent, truly interested as she'd never taken the time to think of what such a part of history would look like. Arms crossed wine dangling from her grasp, leaning a slender hip to the table before making the Commander her focus once again. "You forced my hand, given the situation I had no choice but to comply, but I am curious : Why do you seek war so easily?"  -d

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  He gave a slight nod of his head. "As you wish Acacia. I am Marcus Antonius Crassus. You may call me Marcus for the time being." He raised that cup and taken a drink. He chuckled at her next question. "So easily? My dear Acacia. I am a soldier of Rome. I have fought in countless campaigns against countless enemies of the Republic." A slight pause. "I have never lost a battle." Another pause. "I know of your strength concerning your....military might or lack thereof...a dragon and a phoenix? Really?"

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  He sighed shaking his head. "Your last Queen? Cleoparta? She was a fool to believe that Rome would cower at her feet." He smirked. "Mark Anthony was even the bigger fool to fall for her cunt as quickly as he did. Roman lives paid the price for such a betrayal to the Republic." He chuckled and gave a shake of his head. "So your Queen. Inanna. Lovely woman." He shook his head. He tilted his head watching this woman carefully. "...I did not want cunt. I did not want jewels or wealth. I did not even want your nation.

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  By the Gods I would have even allowed your Queen to rule as she so fit though of course her army would fight for Rome as an axuiliary unit when called upon." Another pause. "...your Queen would answer solely to me and me alone. To Rome if only she had kneed before me. It was a simple request but she refused and for it all shall perish." He motioned with the cup to the woman. "Even you." He flashed that utterly handsome though devilishly charming smile. "One simple request and now a people shall die unless of course you were sent to try and....neotigate? A peace treaty?" He went quiet and waited. -d-

Acacia Kabal:  She set the wine to the table untouched, listening with a bemused expression. "If I thought the way to your reasoning was through your cock I would have sent Antionette, not myself.  Getting word of a change in the guard I had this small hope -very small- that Rome was sending someone with more vision than Antony. More couth than that last annoying shite thrust upon us. " She sighed and with an elegant tilt of hips eased out of her lean and moved closer toward him. "You sound as if you want revenge, to cover up the unsightly blight left by Cleopatra and Antony's passions.

Acacica Kabal:You say you wanted her to kneel and yet every action you have taken speaks of pettiness and small minded lust for revenge. " She settled those cool violets on him, that handsome smile, the threat of her own demise? She seemed unphased by both.  "Ive come to see if I was wrong. If you are a man of vision and power, or if you are a child having a tantrum. " She stood before him, looking down to where he sat and a brow arched. "Are you wanting power or revenge.  Assume you cannot have both.  Take in the knowledge that I know Rome will fall and I know it will not be the greatest power in the known world..Assume I have knowledge beyond your carefully laid plans of death and destruction of Egypt and let me assure you that you cannot have both. Which do you want, Marcus...Power or revenge? " -d

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  He laughed and shook his head. He stood from that chair and slid past her and set his own mug down beside her own. He whirled back to her. "You think I want revenge for what Mark Anthony and foolish cock did? He was stupid. He was a child. He deserved all that he got and moreso." He laughed. "No. No. I was bored in Rome. Between wars." He chuckled and gave a shake of his head. "I could care less for revenge that is a hum...petty desire." He smiled and gave another shake of his head. "You must be joking. 

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  Rome is power. We control three fourths of known
world. There is not a nation in this fucking world that has not felt the iron grasp of Rome." He smiled. "I should know. I have conquered much of it. I have killed countless. I have enslaved many." He smiled and motioned to her. "You and your people want to live correct? You want to rule your nation? You want your people to flourish?" A slight pause. "...I do not want to slaughter all of you. I do not want to enslave your people. If I wanted that then I would have never come to your House. I would have simply set my Legions to purpose and burned it all to the ground and in it's ashes I would have statues of my likeness to the heavens." He smiled. "I would ensure that the name of Marcus Antonius Crassus would be remembered throughout the ages." He shook his head. "I did not do that did I? We are talking afterall."

Imperator Marcus Crassus: He chuckled. "...I want power. Plain and simple. So then I will amend my generous offer to your Queen." He went quiet for a moment or so as he considered. "...your Queen answers to me and to me alone. To Rome in extension. Egypt will fight for Rome. For me when called upon. I will take a twenty percent profit all on trades; food, water, livestock, slaves, shipping so forth and so on." Another pause. "She does nothing without my expressed permission and with that I ensure Egypt is protected by the Legions. Her enemies are Romes enemies." A slight pause. "You all will be treated as you should have been from beginning but that fool Manus Aquilias was sent here." He sighed shaking his head. "...but that time is over. Do these terms sound agreeable?" -d-

Acacia Kabal:  An elegant shrug was given. "Do I think it? No, but I am a woman that looks at many options and you mentioned it so I weighed it in the factors of your rash behavior. I am relieved you aren't blinded by such little things"  She watched him move, the way her eyes followed him was more preditor than prey, despite the visable disadvantage she was at.  "Rome will one day be a fairy tale, Marcus. But, that is a long way from here so we'll not confuse you with those details" She waved it off with a slightly flippant gesture.  But, she continued to listen. She gave him a grin, it was a delighted smile and there was just a touch of laughter in her tone.  "An interesting offer. And you will take that...without the kneeling of my queen at your feet?"  She looked no more Egyptian than he did, and yet, she would not claim any other has her queen. Well..maybe Princess Kate if she ever got her stylish hands on the title. -ahem- none the less.  "Ten percent is a fair take - not twenty, especially if you are wanting her to consult with you and gain your permission for her rulings.  Ten percent, no kneeling, and you do not lay a hand upon her...ever. " -d

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  He smirked and gave a shake of his head. "Rome is everlasting Acacia. We have already thrived for a thousand years. We shall be here a thousands years from now." He didn't know the future like they did. But what he didn't say was he'd be here in a thousand years from now. They still didn't know what he was. That was fine with him. He masked himself for quite a long time. But he moved on. "...aye. Your Queen will not have to heel at my feet. But ten? Really? How about eighteen percent of all the take and your Queen will consult with me and gain my permission for any and all rulings no matter how trivial or large they are." Another pause as he flashed a smirk. "I am not of a simple mind. I do not desire your Queen. If I did she would already been stuffed with my cock." He waved his left hand. "I give you my word of honor that I shall never lay hand upon your Queen." He motioned to her. "So eighteen percent on all trade. Your Queen consults with me before any decision is made. No kneeling and no touch to her body." He tilted his head slightly. "Do we have an accord?" -d-

Acacia Kabal:  She loved negotiating, it was her oysters and wine, it
was her signature perfume...negotiations were the kiss at the nape of the neck that made her feel alive.  Pity that it wasn't for one of her own investments or she could enjoy sealing a deal here and now instead of playing middle management.  She grinned at his smirk as if she was holding a secret just out of his grasp.  "Fifteen percent and she gains your permission to all details with the exception of religious exemption. If it deals with our gods, or your own, the matters are not to twine in business at hand.  For fifteen percent you get consultation and public respect. Her soul and body are off limits." A slight tilt to her head as she grinned at him. "Acceptable, Marcus?"  -d-

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  He smirked and gave a shake of his head. "Do not think you hold cards in this neotigation. I can still give the order and all that you love and adore shall burn." He motioned to her. "Eighteen percent on all trade. She will ensure she gains my permission before any decision concerning her nation or her people is reached. Her soul and body are off limits." He motioned to himself. "With that I will ensure that Legion Commands set up forts in already pre-determined locations. Protect of the port, cities and people. No Egyptian will be touched by a Roman unless it is consensual otherwise and you can inform your Queen that if any Roman or any people of hers harm each other then I shall cruixfcy the criminal." He smiled. "This is my final offer. Do you accept?" He watched her closely. -d-

Acacia Kabal:  She eyed him, a quiet and blatant study of him. She wasn't worried over a 3% argument, not in the least.  Moving toward him, she paused just before passing, looking over at him with the turn of her head almost coyly poised over bare shoulder. "I do not negotiate over things that I love and adore. This is business. " Continuing on, she picked up the cup he had set aside and poured wine into it from the pitcher. After a sip, she looked to him once again, turning her body to face him completely."As the Scribe of the House of Lords, I accept the terms set forth. How do you wish to proceede?" -d

Imperator Marcus Crassus:  He gave a firm nod of his head. "Then it has been
accepted." A slight pause. "...Your Queen will make a public statement. I do not wish to hide any of this from your people or mine. I shall be standing beside her when she makes the announcement." He tilted his head back. "Know though that if your Queen and her Court retract from this arrangement? I shall butcher you all and I will burn Egypt to the ground." He gave a firm nod of his head. "I am a man of my word. Honor is all a man has in these troubling day so know that I, Imperator Marcus Antonius Crassus will stand by my word. Egypt will be protect by the Roman Republic; by my Legions." He smiled. "I look forward to this. I do." He motioned to her. "So I look forward to hearing from your Queen about the time and date of when this public announcement will be made...which will be tomorrow morning correct?" he flashed a grin. -d-


IncognitoParadox [11:36 A.M.]:  "Naturally, the people need to be aware. I will make the
arrangements for a gathering from the House with you by her side. Though, please be aware we are expecting many guests for an upcoming celebration. To give proper attention to this, would you be opposed to a noon anouncement? This will allow me to ensure all within her court are up to speed and compliant with what we have agreed upon" A slight arch of brow. "We are making history, Marcus I do not wish it to be an embarassment to either side"  -d

Of Sword and Sin [11:41 A.M.]:  He glanced upward and to the right and then gave a slight nod of his head. "Agreed. So therefore we have an eighteen percent on all trade. She will not make a decision without asking for my permission. Her soul and body are off-limits. In trade all Legion Commands set up forts and protection of the port cities and people will be given by Rome." He gave a firm nod of his head. He snagged his cup and raised it upward and took another drink. He moved then set it down and moved over towards the far side of the tent where a wooden manneuquin was set up. He unstrapped his weapons and set his Gladius on it. Then he unstrapped his armored chest and set that as well. Now his lean but strong and muscular upper body would be seen. He had well toned upper body. Clearly he maintains a high level of strength and endurance as well as stamina. All are required on the battlefield. He had a rock hard six pack abs and curved muscles. He then set his foot on the chair there and undid the straps wrapped around his ankles. He undid the straps and removed each boot and set it aside. Next came his lower armored half and removed it as awell as the stabbic. Now he was naked before her. That long thick length fell freely. He then half turned and slid his hands into the water which had petals in it. He washed his hands. "...then we have an agreement, Acacia." He offered her a smile before he leaned forward and shifted some water into his hand and then splashed it into his face. -d-

IncognitoParadox [11:53 A.M.]:  Thank the gods he agreed to noon. Time, though a force that could be manipulated, she did not enjoy the thought of. Noon, instead of morning, made life a scant bit less annoying.  She gave a nod of her head, dark locks spilling over her shoulder with the movement. "I will inform the queen at once to the agreement" The wine set aside, watching him unload his protective wear...and of course the rest of his garments were soon gone as well. She was in love with another man, but not blind.  There was a smile on her lips, that saunter taking her to the side of the tent that she had entered from. "This shall be an interesting agreement between Egypt and Rome. Power is a seductive thing. " A touch of her fingers to the fabric of the tent, the material seeming to shimmer and change into something less solid.  "Enjoy your night of peace" -d

Of Sword and Sin [11:59 A.M.]:  He chuckled and gave a nod of his head. He grabbed a kama and moved to wrap it around his waist as he grabbed a towel afterwards and wiped his face. He watched as she touched the fabric of the tent and the material started to shimmer and change into something less then solid. "As yours Acacia." He called out as she stepped through this portal. "Gauis." His Legatus entered the tent swiftly and shifted his gaze around the tent watching as Acacia moved through the portal. "Imperator?" He smiled and chuckled again. "Inform the Legion Commanders that tomorrow we will not go to war. Tomorrow at noon we shall returned to the House of Lords for a public announcement. The Queen has ceceded to my demands." Gauis laughed and gave a shake of his head. "You were right then Marcus. For a moment I actually thought that they would risk open war against us. You were right. It worked." Marcus nodded his head. "Yes. It did." He glanced over towards the portal which was now gone. "Fall to Command Gauis." Gauis slammed a closed fist over his armored chest. "Imperator!" He lowered his arm and then turned leaving. Marcus moved over towards the desk and sat down. He grabbed that cup of wine and raised it taking a drink. -d-

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Inanna: Thunder rolled across the skies. There never needed to be a cloud within the a hundred miles. Only her ire. The Snake had awakened to the horns of Rome. Awakened to the clang of steel to shield. The doors of the Great Hall were flung wide as they emerged. The golden masks shielding faces. The fury of the Snake flashed in the narrowed blue eyes. Behind her the Fearsome Five. All adorned in full regalia of the House. 'Acacia... report.' She hissed as she moved towards the throne, taking a seat just as her body double the prior evening had. The only difference was, this Snake...had fangs and intent to use them.-d-

Mimic: *Mimic would move towards her mother as she looks at her and looks around for Shineys that her mother might have dropped, she then sat at her feet and looks for more shineys*(D)

Acacia Kabal: Ace was quieter than usual. Not in any sorrow or defeat,  Kejar and Tejar would know the look well, it was one she had when leaving a meeting unsatisfied with the results.  She waited in silence, still in that white Grecian dress, biding her time until the snake was settled. Scroll in hand, she moved forward until she stood before the throne, offering the scroll out to her before speaking. "His aura is neutral and the energy around him is calm. It doesn't tell me what he is, but he didn't flinch at my using a wall as a means of entry and exit, he spoke as if  a dragon and phoenix were laughable. So I know what he is not. He is not merely a man.  He is not privy to the future. And he is not guided by human, mortal, demands.  On the surface it may seem he is...greed, the percentage he asked for. But with his behaviour, his skill and his calm I would be wary of even considering him Human.  On the scroll is every thing discussed and agreed upon. I gave my consent as Scribe of the House that you would abide to this carefully worded document" A slight pause, also adding "And I informed him we have a celebration in coming days and will have an influx of guests. I have not yet thought of what we will be celebrating but if they put weaponry in gift boxes no one should bat a lash" -d

Inanna: A lean to accept the scroll. Jerking the ties loose she unraveled the parchment. Blue eyes skimmed its contents. Thunder rolled across the skies again. The faint hiss of annoyance spiraling to a new level..even for her cut the silence as Ace ended her report. 'Toni..your impression of the Roman Commander..are his legions as he implies? Can we defend against Rome?' -d-

Mimic: *She heard the Thunder and looks at Inanna as she would scan Ace with her eyes as she moved around her.  She was on a search for shineys as she saw something in the corner of her eye.  She started to move from Ace and would run and grab that shiney she found,  It was a copper but it shined as she would bring it back and sat at Innana's side as she examined the shiney copper(D)

Antoinette Kabal: -=Out of the shadows she would arrive. Having been standing back and listening to the report. She shifted her gaze from the Scribe of the House to the Mistress.=- He intends to rule over us. His army is great but if we are well timed, and precise I believe we could, indeed defend against Rome. -=She didn't shy away from battle. Looking towards the direction she could hear them camped.=- I'd be very inclined to take out each commander, set their
numbers on fire. It could even our odds. -=Turning gaze to Ace.=- Unless you think there is another way?

Inanna: The slide of eyes as she tracked her child's movements. Blue eyes flicked back to the Scribe. A rolling cadence of fingertips against the arm of the throne under her right hand. 'There are always options, Assassin. The question is but one...who are you?'  She hissed. Her gaze holding both women before her.-d-

Acacia Kabal: "I think you need to realize that he does in fact, occupy Egypt. Rome has been in control of Egypt for some time now, we've merely escaped having to deal with them because they are either fucking our people or too stupid to realize what they could hold in terms of power. And...I am not a tactician in war, Antionette. I have learned and I am more capable now than I have been in the past, but..I do ask you this. In your search for blood and glory will you wager the lives of the Kabals? If one dies, so do they both. Will you keep our Queen safe while we pull every resource to battle the sheer number of them? Will you feed the children that are orphaned from this war when there is nothing left but dried up half starved cows that didn't get slaughtered and only a handful of old and lame  that were able to hide from war?" Her words were not shouted, but with the even keel and softly spoken delivery it might as well have been screamed into the vampire's face for closer delivery to her brain. "I do not..have such faith. I vote for other options" With the question posed she almost - ALMOST smiled. "I am the House of Lords"  -d

Mimic: *She would play with the shiney and puts it at her mothers feet then would look at the women as she would stay silent as she didn;t want to bother her mother and moves to look closely at the two women looking for shineys to steal*(d)

Antoinette Kabal: I have not forgotten what they occupy and what they think they hold, but you act as if I would go head first and think about things later. If I had made up my mind their commanders would already be dead and we would not be having this conversation. I gave my opinion on what I felt inclined to do, but I would never take action without command. You mistake me for a fool Scribe. -=Icy hues looking to her as she straightened herself. Crossing her arms below her chest and watching.=- This is not MY battle. It is that of the House. I can stand and talk tactics all night but in the end. My want of victory may not come to pass and that is not something I wish to see come to light. As much as I enjoy this. -=Motioning between them=- I did ask if you had a better option.

Sir RavenHawk: :: Raven entered rubbing his temples which throbbed like a son of a bitch....holding his rootbeer he stood in the main chamber taking a deep breath .wooooosahhhhhh..........wooosahhhh......fuck this..someone want to
explain to me why a rome left this place alive??  :: puase listening too ace:: serious? :: looks around ::  I will not kill her..i will not kill her I will not kill her...:: chanted and he walked over to his mate arm going around her an waited for the answer to his question.:-d

Acacia Kabal: "THIS IS YOUR GODDAMNED BATTLE OR YOU ARE USELESS!" She shouted. Angry, poisionus, lethal . "If this is not your battle go cow down and wait for a fucking weaker thing to bleed and send someone in who will know this war is her own!"-d

Antoinette Kabal: ONCE AGAIN YOU PICK FIGHTS! THIS IS OUR BATTLE. THE BATTLE OF THE HOUSE. -=There was a glare given.=-

Acacia Kabal: "ANSWER YOUR QUEEN!"

Antoinette Kabal: -=Shifting her gaze to Inanna. Bowing her head-=- I am your blade. To do as you command.

Mimic: *She saw her father and went to him as she crawls on his legs then on his back and would check his pockets for shineys*(d)

Acacia Kabal: Jaw clenched, holding in a mile long rant and nodded to Raven as he entered. Since Toni answered Inanna, she was just going to count to ten. -d "I do have a possible plan" Spoken with much MUCH distaste. because really..it was not a great plan. It was a horrible plan. It was just so horrible it might work. -d

Inanna: The thunder rolled once more cracking louder than before. A slide of eyes to Raven. 'That..is what concerns you? A Roman life. Who are you? Dragon, Pirate...or fish wife?' Her ire rose with each word passing lips. Blue eyes flamed with each rolling chorus of thunder. Settling on the women before her once more. 'One cautions the trail of words before conflict...' Her eyes settled on Acacia. Then traveled to Toni. 'Another hears the call of clattering sword and shield, the coiling hunger for blood in her core..a call she will eagerly embrace..to her own demise.' -d-

Sir RavenHawk: He looked to his mate :: what concerns me is the lack of letting that one walk out alive after he so kindky offered to make you his slave to bow at his feet :: Raven looked around to the rest :: first kejar comes home with a burr up his ass an now this.:: rub his temple...:: now i have to wonder what the 3rd omen is.-d

Mistress of Set: 'If that is your focus, Dragon.. then upon my knees I shall be delivered by my own.' Jerk of head to Acacia and Toni. 'Continue.' -d-

Mimic: *she found shineys and took them and cralws up to her fathers sholder as she looks at her mother and then at Ace and Toni.  She eyes the shiney thing on Toni;s belly and thinks how to steal it as she ponders this.  Maybe acting cute she could get the shiney and show her brothers and sisters*(D)

Acacia Kabal: Ace shrugged, she never shrugged, but in this moment she did with her eyes upon Inanna. "With what we know of History...and the future. It is my humble suggestion that we make the announcement at noon. And bide our time. "  And that was from Ace...with no ifs ands or buts, her attention solely on the Snake. -d

rhyaleh: - pops in on Ravens shoulder wrap in a towel hair wet and pissed off grabs his ear hile holding her towel with her other hand and screams- stop pussy footing and go get ur damn powers back - sits on ravens shoulders and combs her hair with her fingers- seriously whats a girl gotta do around here to have a nice relaxing bath?

Acacia Kabal: -stare-

Sir RavenHawk: :: Raven looked to Inanna:: are you on th fucking rag or something ? my concern is the damn house  and the family ...I dont know whos damn menstral cycle your borrowed but you best get off it an stop trying to twist my words .-d

Antoinette Kabal: -=No focus on the tiny dragon, instead she looked to Inanna.=- I've said what I feel. The decision is yours and your will carried on. -=Bloodshed was ingrained into the assassin. It was something that wouldn't change, nor would she then she looked to .. someone? thing..? wrapped in a towel with Raven. Blink. Wha?=-

rhyaleh: -leans closer to ravens ear and whisper- her mentrual cycle has a sound biiitcchhh bittchhhhhhhh BUUUTT u didnt hear it from me -leans a lill closer- maybe if you wait it out she will run out of "gas"

Acacia Kabal: --eye. twitch.--

Inanna: As Ace fell silent, once more her eyes flicked to Toni. 'You have said we could defend against Rome. Your words imply, casualties.' A close of eyes as she fell silent, listening to all that was around her. Heart beat pounding in Acacia's chest, the dull roar with her mate, the chattering of a child's antics, the ramblings of the deranged beyond them, the knowing chuckle of one who claims victory. Further still, there was one sound she sought. The singular sound was all that matter. The drum.  Opening her eyes, the lightening etched across the skies. 'The casualites are a fact of war. If...we are unwilling to sacrifice....then there is no will...' Her gaze shifted to Acacia as her left hand rose and eyes blazed. 'to fight. Sacrifices will be made.' The tightening of her fist as she cut off the flow of air through her mate's lungs. Rising to feet, she stepped forward from the throne. An extension of her right hand the gilded whip mounted upon a wall return to its Mistress' hand. A pivot on heel as the well oiled leather snaked out to coil about Rhyaleh's neck. A jerk to pull the woman to the floor, as the Fearsome Four surrounded her, each placing both blade and foot upon the girl. 'Here me well.. I am Egpyt...I am the bitch under who's boot my enemy will lie.

rhyaleh: - with the whip around her neck her eyes narrowed her temper rising... snapping her fingers time stood still rising the air around her picked up speed sorrounding her in light commign to stand at her full heigh the wings of light

Inanna: '..and blood I will have...' Cant of head at her own mate. 'Be it a dragon who's own power I now command...be the deranged who fails to amuse..'

rhyaleh: behind her spread out her eyes turned white from the power of the god her voice sounding like legion- A bitch you might be but no one is above me - wrapping her hand around the whip she pulled yanking the bitch to her knees -

Inanna: 'Know well...and hear my words.. I AM THE HOUSE OF LORDS. OUR WILL BE DONE.' -d-

rhyaleh: I dont give a fck about whos house you come from Bitch i serve no one but myself your will affect me not

Inanna: Blue eyes dropped the deranged. 'Excellent, then your blood will be the first to flow.' -d-

Acacia Kabal: "Oh...hell no" She would just cast and set out the portal, the void opening up beneath the being. To where? She wasn't sure. Didn't care.

Sir RavenHawk: :: listens an looks like he is talking to himself :: well yes I know I have to get my powers back  :: drums fingers on his leg :: think I can sweet talk the elders into giving them back to me .hmmmm ohhh bribe them with sweet rolls..yess the precious sweet rolls ....that would be a start yes? :: and eyes go blank as the air left his lungs an he lit up like a christmas  tree ..::: what the hell just happened...:: listens to Inanna an slowly leans over whispering to ace :: clue me in on why the snake s talking to the air?-d

Acacia Kabal: She shrugged to Raven "Dont know ,but whatever it was I just opened a black hole beneath it without a specific location. Who knows where it will end up. " -d

Antoinette Kabal: Hopefully somewhere it'll burn for an eternity or two. -=Few things to be on the same page with the Scribe about. That .. was one of them. Hell might be freezing over.=-

Mimic: * Mimic looks at her father then her mother* why would someone defy momma dadddy?*she was so confussed at the whole situation*(D)

rhyaleh: - standing to her full height dropping the wip she walks towards the bitch and grabs her by the neck looks to inanna she gives her an evil glare turning into a light form dissapears into ravens mind a glow of power sorrouding him as s

Acacia Kabal: Slight clearing of her throat."My queen?"

Sir RavenHawk: :: looks to Inanna and ace curious :: I take it there is some sort of plan on the table for dealing with rome? -d

Inanna: A ginger jerk upon the whip as it was retracted. A lift of blue eyes to Acacia, as once more her left hand flung out towards Raven.

rhyaleh: - her power flares around raven reflecting the wip away failing her attempt at harming raven-

Inanna: A spurt of green fluid splattered across his mouth, sealing it. 'Focus Dragon.. as it stands... the Roman Commander holds more merit than you.'-d-

rhyaleh: -whispers in ravens mind- comander smashnder seriosly someone is on a mentrual roll u need to get her laid more -floating around she keeps whispering to raven- maybe inpragnate her so she shuts up for a while

Mimic: *she looks at all of them and then goes to Inanna* Mom why dont we fight rome by sneeking into their terrotory under them.  Like from holes mined under them.  Sneek attack.(d)

Acacia Kabal: Lift of her hand, lightly rubbing at her temple before speaking ...again. "Inanna, it is my sincere and humble advice to stand down, make the announcement and bide our time. " -d

rhyaleh: -keeps whispering to raven- your house seems to act like snakes plotting to come from the ground instead of fighting like man

Inanna: The backlash of that left hand...and the same seal formed over her own daughter's mouth. -d-

Sir RavenHawk: :: since he is unable to open his mouth he kinda looked stupid standing here holding a rootbeer so he passed it off to acre than took it right back hearing her words::-d

Antoinette Kabal: -=As all the insanity died down, there was nothing more to do then just stand, wait, and see what happened. Shifting her gaze between the crowd she stayed close to the shadows where she felt most comfortable.=-

rhyaleh: -giggleling she decides to play a prank cuz why not and using her powers mimics ravens voice and beging to sing LET IT GO

Mimic: *She would claw at her mouth as she had tried to help and looks at Inanna as she went to sit by her feet again*(d)

rhyaleh: -sighs- your mate is such a boreeeeeee silence this im the bitch that my boot this slit that i swear you really know how to pick em

Inanna: Turning to eye her mate and child, she raised an index finger to lips. 'Silence...has its own rewards.' A glance to Mimic. 'and you little...I will slit ear to ear..to speak such words of ignorance. A dragon...of worth will hear all learn all, before revealing its own nature.' Before the Fearsome Four unfold a map etched out on a large skin, across the floor. Turning again to Ace and Toni she nodded. 'I will hear your counsel. Continue.' -d-

Acacia Kabal: "Since you have never spoken to the crowd like a side show, I would suggest in the center of the main hall. Your Court flanking you, he and his people in proximity to your left and us to your right.  He has given his word that he will not lay a hand upon you and of the few things I did glean from him - he speaks carefully, cagily and with double intent in some things. But in what he speaks plainly, it is truth. He is - in his mind- an honorable man" -d

rhyaleh: - your head is so stuffy raven hnnnnn - decides to snoop around -
-SREAMSSSSSSSSSSS- PPPP...PO..POORRRNNNNNNNNNNN

Inanna: Inanna listened as the FF placed markers of the encampment that did cut them off on just about all sides. What was left open, was an invitation to being run down one by one in the desert under the hooves of Rome. Her eyes scanned all the possible routes before flicking her gaze to Toni. 'show me.' -d-

Sir RavenHawk: :: a brow goes up hearing his mate threaten to kill one of her own children a first ever...omething was way off an he looked around to the others as he walked over an piked lil mimic up an said her on his shoulder ::-d

Antoinette Kabal: -=Tilting her head to the side and then to the opposite side she listened to the plan that was being laid out by Ace. Walking to the map she would lower her gaze to it. Finding the tent of Marcus.=- He is here. -=Pointing to

rhyaleh: -perking up form inside ravens mind at the feel of his worry she pays closer attention spreading out her aura to sorround raven and mimic in a calming aura-

Mimic: *She would be picked up and on her fathers Sholder as she claws at her mouth more as she didn;;t mean to piss her mother off*(D)

Antoinette Kabal: it=- He has his commanders .. here .. here.. -=Pointing to each position. There had been five maybe six in total?=- If you take out his commanders, it will cripple him. Rome is about order. Without his commanders to take lead of their .. What is the word? -=There was a frown, the mun knew.. Toni didn't!=- I'm going with platoon. -=Fuck it modern termonology.=- From there I would call upon your fire breathers and rain fire from the skies. It will annihilate the majority of his forces. If all goes as planned, as we will leave room for error. It should be a number we can defend against. -=Her hand having moved with each word. It was what made the Scribe and herself different

rhyaleh: -a light forming infront of the map she apeared looking at the woman raven called mate with serious espression and pointed to the back of the army where the king would ride - My magics are powerful enough to stop time for a period..if you are willing i can aid you cut the head of the snake and it will die attackign its king is your best chance to minimalise casualties less blood.

Antoinette Kabal: from one another, and that hadn't been such a bad thing.=- This is the best tactical choice if that is the route you choose. -=Where there options? Always, but it was never easy choosing the right one.=-

rhyaleh: I can only do this for a short period of time as stoping this many people takes a great amount of power.

Acacia Kabal: Ace said nothing. She was feeling quite hollow and a bit edgy because of it. She hadn't been gone so long from her Beasts presence within her since the moment they merged. It was a rather faithless and empty feeling, as if she were
gutted.  She knew she needed to get to New York, but she had to square things away here first. Balance, never easy. -d

Inanna: Inanna nodded to both of them as she studied the points Toni made on the map. Lifting her eyes to Toni she smiled. 'Nairobi.' She called. The African moved to the map and demonstrated the points of her plan as indicated. 'The elmination of commanders will release them from their own allegiance to Rome. Allowing them to move not as one..but as a multiude of disjointed personal gains.' The fires were set. 'Though you are correct, fire will cleanse the sands...it render to ash..the neighboring districts, the encampment is set before.'

rhyaleh: - moving back to stand next to raven she looks at him holding mimic and sighs blinking from sigh once more -

Inanna: The port city of Alexandria ignited. 'Death..will not restrain its hand.' The stores to the east of the encampment ingnited. 'The reserves of grain will be lost.'  A glance to the burning model. 'What remains..will battle for their own pitiful lives. Roman and Egyptian alike.' Lifting her head again, she closed her eyes. (WB) Turning
her head to Toni, she hooked a finger under Toni's chin and lifted it. 'Yet, never will an Egyptian..surrender.' A soft brush of lips to those of the vampire, before turning to eye Acacia.-d-

Antoinette Kabal: -=There was a frown as she listened to the results of the simulation being run by Nairobi. The vampire was looking to the map and stepping to the side. Focused on the map before her. Mind was racing to think of other possibilities to run, it could be seen by the swirls of white in those icy blues that her mind was racing in throught. Pulling away from her thought process and focusing on Inanna. The brush of lips could -almost- render silence, she murmurd.=- I will not fail you. I will find a way with less loss. -=The plan had been too great of loss for the vampire to accept.=-

Sir RavenHawk: :: Raven was quite long enough ,,,taking the green stuff off his mouth he nicely strolled over to Inanna ...matter of fact got right up in her face nose too nose :: just curious bout someting love if you do not mind me asking-d

Mimic: *She snuggles against her father and nuzzles as she looks at him and would be sleepy as she was tired.  She looks at Inanna and dozes off as she was tired from looking and trying to find shineys*(d)

Inanna: An arch of brow as Inanna slid her attention to Raven and Mimic. -d-

Sir RavenHawk: :: a slight tilt of his head as his eyes locked with her's :: can you show me my heart Beloved?-d

Acacia Kabal: The restraint. It burned. And somehow she held on to it, alert, even if her violet eyes were focused on the goddamned map. -d

rhyaleh: -giggles inside ravens mind you go old boy u can do it-

Inanna: 'I cannot. Your heart now beats, full and vibrant, what you seek is lost to you..beyond the sands to the frozen blackness of hardened rage. Forged centuries ago, by fang and claw, tempered by the flames of a dragon legion. There.. it lies...beneath the blanket of white..the last of the black dragons.' -d-

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Inanna: Within the main hall she stood  as she skimmed over scrolls. The golden face mask hiding features as was surrounded by her personal guard the Fearsome Four. Livia nodded as she discussed the formations to be on guard for, with the women gathered. 'it's a slow assualt..but the formation will minimize they damage they take, its purely offensive..and if successful will leave us open to be overrun once they securely put us on defense.'

KurtKliest:      ::He stood on the fringe of her guard respectfully awaiting her response.::  -d

Inanna: Inanna nodded as Asaja glanced to the replaced floor map. 'Are we certain, we should not remove the people from the city. This...public announcement is a spectacle we cannot control." The sharp clip of a fist to throat of the vampire male, from the African woman bearing a striking resemblence to Inanna. 'We have no time for your games, male. Our Queen has matters far more important.' The low voice delivered its warning. No wonder Nairobi never spoke when masquearading as Inanna, woman had an even thicker accent than the Snake did.

KurtKliest:     ::Nearly dodging the clip he frowned and rubbed the side of his throat and then resumed his proper near stand of attention.::  I am merely here to bid a political visit.  With respect and offer of any assistance to her that I might humbly perform for her.    -d

Inanna: As for Inanna, she handed the scroll to Asaja. 'Remove the old and the children from the surrounding areas. Send them to the Valley of Kings with a small guard. Send word to the Kal Zul band. Tell them I have need of them.' Turning to finally eye Kurt, the slow curl of lip. 'Are you prepared to die for me, vampire?' -d-

Acacia Kabal: As she is breezing through, offers up "Target for the archers is helpful" That's Ace, ever so helpful Bitch on her way to make sure every detail was up to snuff. She had a matter she needed to discuss with the queen, but for now it was on hold-d

Antoinette Kabal: -=Sleep? Sleep was for the weak, or well for the living. Same difference at some points in her mind. Having a map, possibly not the same one from the night before she stepped into the presence of the others. Tilting her head she

KurtKliest: Why would such an action be asked of me Inanna?   ::Looking at her skeptically::-d

Antoinette Kabal: found amusement in the situation. Then she glanced to the male.=- Because you might die. -=Shaking her head and looking to Inanna.=- I believe with the combination of both fire, ice, the abyss and. -=Shifting her hues to the Scribe=- Her talents, we may be successful. -=She hadn't a clue what the woman was capable of, but she knew that it lined on bad assery at times. It was the Scribe for crying out loud.=-

Acacia Kabal: Rearranging furniture as the titanic was sinking. That may be how one might view it, the way the Scribe was directing servants to  arrange things for the upcomming announcement. One servant was close at her side with a small clay jar, and within it a very clear, plasma like substance was being used with the dip of fingers to write runes in strategic points within the room. Why? Back up plan.  And with Toni's keen sense of smell she would realize it was indeed plasma, blood seperated into this substance that was unseen, yet held the sacrificial properties she needed.  "Inanna, when you have a moment, I have a request of you before the time of the announcement" Spoken as she handled her tasks. -d --And just because it's funny she had a servant stand there and blow on the sigil drawn until it dried--

Inanna: A nod of agreement to Toni at her statement. 'Agreed. Once Tejar returns, see that you direct him and the ice wielders.' Eyeing the Assassin.'You are prepared to do what is needed, I trust.' She held the shorter woman's gaze a moment before the nod to Acacia.-d-

KurtKliest: :: He briefly glanced around before returning his pale blue eyes to Inanna.::  -d

Antoinette Kabal: Always Mistress -=There was a bow of her head and she felt the plan coming together in ways that had momentarily felt like the impossible. Her hues shifting towards Ace and then to the male who had spoke but didn't answer.=- Not ready to lay down your life in the midst of battle?

Inanna: Turning to Acacia as Toni engaged Kurt, she nodded to the Scribe of the House. 'Continue.' -d-

Acacia Kabal: Wiping her hand off on the tunic on the servant blowing on the sigil - because ew-, she turned her violet eyes to the queen. Breathe.  "I wish to ask Falcon Tynes to be my...mate..husband.. And as such I am asking that he be accepted as such within the House, as his clan embraced me, I wish to extend the same to him...if permitted" -d

Inanna: Faclon Tynes. The name she had recalled in passing a time or two. 'You have never needed my consent, Scribe for such matters.' The curl of lip as she eyed the cunning woman. One only had to see beyond the surface of what was asked to find the crux of the courtesy given in the Scribe's questioning. 'Your Falcon, will be extended all the hospitality the House of Lords has, as bestowed upon by...his clan.' -d-

Inanna: A slight smile curved her lips and she gave a deep nod of thanks. "Need, perhaps not, but I wished to have it all the same. Thank you"  At which point she'd look to Toni "No dying and ruining my happy place" Said dead pan, but of course that was her way of saying 'good luck out there!'  Hmm...now what to do... -d

Acacia Kabal: -=Turning her head to look to Ace=- If I die you are inheriting my invisible dogs. -=Smirking to her. More the reason to not die right? Who the hell could handle the hellhounds!?=-

Inanna: All nice and organized. Gods it couldn't be this easy. Naturally, it wasn't. -You're one dead reptile.- Came the annoyed growl from the doors. Raise of hand to temples and rub over the mask covering her features. She had forgotten that one minor detail. The bane of her own existence..and someone she couldn't kill based on law, honor and that utterly vexing..marriage. Alas, it was thoroughly amusing eyeing the huntress stuffed into Egyptian traditional garb. The grin just couldn't be denied as she eyed Sharing Tears. 'Yes well much like Acacia and Toni, there is time for our own personal reckonings..see that your targets fall be you. I'd be rather disappointed if its not by my hand your head ends up on a spike.' The Lakota woman rolled her eyes, before letting Livia show her, where the huntress needed to be postitioned amongest the gathered for Acacia's public spectacle. -d-

Acacia Kabal: "And leather" Smirk. Negotiating for more stuff, of course! Why? Because...well, she's Ace!

Inanna: The Snake returned her attention to the map upon the marble floors. 'Acacia, you are prepared, I trust. Much of this, will hinge upon your cunning and deception.' The blue eyes of the African flicked up to the Scribe as Inanna's body double moved to Ace's side. 'Nairobi will accompany you as agreed upon.' -d-

KurtKliest:     ::seeing all that was going on, he edge towards the back of the assembledge.::  -d

Acacia Kabal: "I am prepared, and confident that all will go -..on my part at least...- as planned.  And I have runes in place to help boost the signal, so to speak. I can envoke those if anything goes awry"  Tthe maroon dress was fitting for the occassion, the golden snake at one side a comforting reminder of what she was fighting for. Fingers toyed with the blood red bauble dangling  from her necklace another reminder. A smirk
over to Nairobi and her lovely golden mask  "Do me a favor and stay out of reach of the Roman, if I have to explain your death to the Snake it won't be fun" -d

Antoinette Kabal: -=So the male didn't know how to speak when spoken to. She felt herself twitch. He'd be useless in any battle plan. Shaking her head she walked back to the newest of maps. Sliding her gaze against it and smiling to herself. All would go according to plan.=- I should find the twins at some point. -=It was a murmur mostly to herself than anyone around her. They were key to making it all fall together. In some twisted way it reminded her of her brothers when they actually knew how to work together.=-

Jaillista: :: Summoned?  Really it was more like she was kidnapped. The portal opened as she was getting dressed for the day and she was being pulled out of NO through the portal. Dumped right on her ass on the floor of the main hall .  Right there on the floor in a heap of on unhappy Romanian! Snarling softly she gives her head a shake and tried to clear her senses. What the freak just happened? Yes that was new. Dark eyes blinking as she lifted right hand and pushed
the dark strands of her hair off her face. Really? No one could have just called or yelled or..screamed? No No she was just sucked up and dropped.::

Inanna: Inanna nodded to Ace as something akin to a chuckle from Nairobi echoed. A slide of eyes to Toni, before flicking her gaze to Jai. One dog down..one more to go. Ever wonder how those summonings worked. Simply explained..the House ofLords called its own, when they were most needed. Truly, it was the better way to go, rather the alternative. Behold.
A raise of left hand to extract the asp known as Octavia. As slide of fingertips over its length as the African traced an invisible bow and notched the stiff serpant bolt. Lift of arms as it was pulled taunt. The small opening in the ceiling opened revealing the spiralling vortex, the same as the one that delivered Jai to the House. 'Seek...return unto me as commanded by the ancient pact.' The release and the snake shot through the vortex opening. Gods knew the African couldn't make that shot unless standing upon Egpytian soil. Through time, modern day NY, 11pm Tejar Kabal was on a date. Go figure..woman had timing. A dip of head for that kiss and... 'FUCK!' The bellow as he was yanked through portal opening beneath his feet. It was safe to assume he could chalk that one up to an EPIC fail Elsewhere in the house, Kejar was showing Serafin the layout of the House and Acacia's last resort escape routes, when his head snapped back and the echo of his twin brother's roar ripped through corridors. 'BITCH..lay off the ass!' Lowering her arms, the curl of lip as the Snake eyed Toni. 'Oops..a slight..error.' Sucked being a twin and sharing one life..one soul, now didn't it? 'Tejar will arrive presently.' A glance to Jailissta. 'You may wish to move, my dear.' -d-

Jaillista: :: Yes Behold! Jai was in all her glory! No no not really. Thankfully she had been sitting on the bed applying the lilly scented oil when the vortex had opened up and devoured her to spit her out . Thankful she had fore thought to

KurtKliest:      ::Now he invoked  #Incorpal Passage#  and stepped back through the wall into the cool evening air, and continued on his path.::  -d

Jaillista: dressed in undies and bra. Geesh hearing the crack of electricity and feeling the heat that made her hair stand on end had her scrambling to feet. Whoops..oil on feet meet marble floor. SPLAT . Wincing as she felt the near bruising to her * ego* in more then one way. :: "Oh yes Inanna moving right away" :: Slide of her body as she moved.  Conjuring sandals and the black gossamer thin strap dress. Up on her feet she was stepping out of the way of anything that could snag her or fall upon her::

Acacia Kabal: Side note - Serafin was taking notes and OH SO amused when Kejar randomly spazzed out.  "Fine, these are the escape routes. But  I will be used to fight, not run, yes?"  True she was a pint sized thing in comparison but she was not
the hide for cover sort of girl. Were any of them? Unlikely! Also- Summer was around the house after the portal dropping Aceleft doors all over her Alpacca farm.  Currently in the backyard meditating, waiting on 'go time; -d

Inanna: Three seconds later the vortex ripped open as Tejar shot across the floor, rolling to a halt at Jai's feet. Palms flattened on the floor as the man raised up on them. Slide of eyes to the legs before him. 'Jai...' Cause..well yeah he really could tell a woman by her legs. Don't...ask. 'why me?' Shake of head as he rose completely to feet, cracking neck and glancing around at the gathered. 'You rang, Beloved.'  He murmured aloud.-d-

Jaillista: ::A hearty laugh could been heard from Jai. Offering her hand to Tejar as he landed at her feet. :: "Ox I know you always dreamed or worshipping a Romanian Gypsy but dear, I have to pass. I rather not tempt fate in ruining our friendship. I know Fates would do something horrid to prove their hand. " ::Cheeky grin as Tejar pulled himself up without her hand. legs? yes no doubt Tejar seen enough of them when she was running around to go swimming or such. ::

Antoinette Kabal: Hmm, here and here.. -=Tapping on the map and then shaking her head. No, that wouldn't work. Running the scenarios in mind wasn't as easy as having them openingly simmed for you. A step to the side and barely covered hip gave a light sway and she found herself turning her head just slightly to look through the full expanse of the future battle field. A small smirk. Oh they wouldn't know what hit them would they? The Romans, such honorable things, they'd wait until the break of dawn. They were easy to predict. Toni? She'd aim for the moment they slept. Giving them the upper hand, then again .. she shook her head. No, new plan.=-

Sir RavenHawk: :: The small group entered the house an moved towards the inner chambers..Raven,Shadow,Hearts Blood,and the 4 world enders,Nova,Shatter Soul,Star Dancer and Night Mist..all wore their death mask...little Havoc sat
proudly on Ravens shoulder as they gathered around the map on the table..-d

Jaillista: " So anyone who has a clue why are we all being pulled here to the house? What is going on that "::Her mouth drops slack as she seen Raven and crew enter. Well if the motley dragon bunch was about something big was going down. Jai shushed and stood back  giving lots of room to others. By the looks of things she might been overdressed.::

Sir RavenHawk: Raven studied the map a moment before he spoke:::  fear willl be the key to this battle :: he reached up and rubbed havoc's muzzle ::  the idea of using fire seems sound but we are the house of lords ..we can do much better as to why we are here we are at war once again with rome.-d

Antoinette Kabal: -=Shifting her gaze to Jai=- War. -=It was a simple answer to her question then she turned her gaze to Raven=- Of course we could do better. Fire is effective, if we can contain and control where it lands we will be able to take out the sheer numbers they hold.

rhyaleh: - yawning very unlady like she floats around ravens head holding on to her pillow and looks at everyone wondering what all the fuzz is about deciding to mess with raven for waking her up so early- Old man are u still being wip?

Sir RavenHawk: :: he looked around to the others as he spoke :: before this daay comes to a end the house will be sealed an hidden beneath the sands .We will use portasls to move in an out I will be damned if I will allow another roman to enter our home sice we are greatly outnumbered  we will have to play this smart -d
:: he cracked his neck :: if aces plan fails this will be our back up -d

Antoinette Kabal: Don't we always? -=Sliding her finger along the map she glanced from the encampents of their troops they had.=- We need to thin their numbers Raven. -=Icy blues lifted to look to the Master of the House.=-

Sir RavenHawk: under the mask he smirked :: that is where havoc will come into play ....-d

Antoinette Kabal: Do tell. -=Her voice reaching a light purr she she more than ready to give the dragon a very unvampire like curl if the plan folded in well with her own.=-

Sir RavenHawk: :: He rubbed Havoc's neck as he spoke ::: when the time comes  Havoc will send poisonious clouds through the roman camps. deadly they are ..have you ever seen a death dragon work? tis a lovely sight to behold..watching
flesh slowly melt from bone....screams of pain an terror...such beautiful  sounds...-d

Antoinette Kabal: -=There was a grin on the vampires lips.=- I could kiss you dragon for the beautiful visual. -=There was a delighted shiver running down the vampires bare spine and she shifted to look towards Jai.=- Will you be planning with us?

Jaillista: "I have never turned my back when the house called for help from me and I will not now. Though why are we fighting the Romans this time? "::Jai would be trying to figure out what outfit she needed as she conjured her backpack and it fell out of the portal. taking out a rubber band she would braid her hair and put the rubber band on the end. She looked to Raven and Toni as they were plotting the demise of hundreds!:: "aw poison is the work of chumps! " ::Cheeky grin to Raven as she tormented the dragon. :: "No hand to hand combat? Going to make me conjure and use magic?"

Sir RavenHawk: A few days ago one of the roman cuntwaffles paid us a visit ..more or less demanding we take to knee an bow to rome.....the only time I will kneel to anyone is if I have my tongu buried in some snake pussy....:: he took
a meat roll from the nearby table popping it into havoc's mouth :: -d

Jaillista: ::Face palm hearing Raven. One day she might just not be surprised at what came out of his mouth. It would be no time soon it seemed::

Antoinette Kabal: -=Never surprised about it. Honestly, the dragon was blunt and to the percise point without dancing around any subject.=- Will Havoc be able to handle the sheer numbers? -=Watching the little dragon.=-

Sir RavenHawk: now I need someone for a very deadly an dangerous mission.........-d

Jaillista: ::certain the gossamer dress she was wearing would not last a fight she took out the long leather skirt and loose fitting shirt. Hearing Raven she looked over a shoulder to him :: "What sort of a mission?"

Antoinette Kabal: -=Walking to him she would circle about him before finding herself giving another smirk.=- You know you speak to Inanna's blade. What mission? -=Curious tilt of her head given.=-

Sir RavenHawk: a dangerous one...are you up for the task?-d

Antoinette Kabal: Always. -=Simple enough.=-

Antoinette Kabal: "I might commit if truly is dangerous and not involving trying to detain the parrot or some nonsense"

Sir RavenHawk: the house will honor your memory an your death will be a glorious  one...:: points to the kitchen :: please infor Nan rome is coming for dinner and ask her to make ready a meal-d

Jaillista: "Ah bah that is not dangerous! Me and Nan can handle a meal with our eyes closed. "::She grinned to Toni ::"Want to try or shall I go speak with Nan?"

Antoinette Kabal: -=She looked to the kitchen and then back to Raven.=- I am not dying in a kitchen. Battle .. the Fields of Hell.. but not by Nan. Nope. -=Turn on heel and that vampire.. what did she do? Go back to staring at the map. Pfft, never dare enter the kitchen.=-

Jaillista: :: Laughed at Toni's actions :: "Why does that sweet woman scare the socks off everyone I will never understand!"

Sir RavenHawk: :: raven whispered smething an havoc vanished :: you have never met the business end of her rollig pin -d

Jaillista: "No because I do not mess in the kitchen and bring her lots of gifts and help her with the meals without needing told" ::She chuckled ::"so what does the battle plan entail?"

Sir RavenHawk: duck an roll once you tell her..use the tables for cover and it she picks up anything cast iron...run. :: Raven gave a hand signal to the 4 would enders who gave a nod as they slipped from the room an vanished into the house. about that time the parrot flew in an landed on the table  an bowen entered a moment later a nod given to the others before his gaze went to the pirate lord :: Bowen make ready all ships to sail...you know the drill get as many out as you can you know where to take them ...:: He looked to Tinklenuts ::  you are to scout out  the roman camps...report back all you see  return before nightfall an for the love of hades remember this is not a pleasure trip-d

Jaillista: "I will go speak with Nan in a moment. "::Jai stepped into the portal and would return to New Orleans for a quick shopping trip. She knew the way to Nans heart and it was involving not to mess up the kitchen :: "I will go speak with Nan in a moment. "::Jai stepped into the portal and would return to New Orleans for a quick shopping trip. She knew the way to Nans heart and it was involving not to mess up the kitchen ::

Sir RavenHawk: ~lil suck up!!~ lol

Jaillista: - hey Nan is the only one Jai knows who rules the roost and adores that woman!-

Inanna: Blue eyes reopened as the African, turned on her heel. Accompanied by Acacia as the map upon the floor was removed. Slide of eyes set ablaze as she eyed Raven, then to Toni. 'Raise one blade without my direct command..and I will slit you both from ear to ear, personally.'

Antoinette Kabal: -=Plans always changed, that was the point right? The map was removed and she took a step away, shifting her gaze towards Inanna. Then looking back to the dragon and the parrot. Her attention shifting back to the Mistress.=- You tempt me Mistress. -=But we all knew that she didn't make any moves without the word.=-

Jaillista: :: Lobsters, shrimp, oysters, spices, flour, sugar, heavy cream, fresh fruits. DISPOSABLE baking pans and dishes! Jai would have  two helpers with one huge crate each. Knowing this would add to the army of food Nan no doubt would

Acacia Kabal: Ace's eye was seriously going to twitch right out the damned socket if this didn't get under way and with a swiftness.  Immaculately attired as usualy, she would take her place within the main hall. Inwardly hoping that that damned

Jaillista: already have the supplies for. Jai hoped the way to Nans heart was her help and the food she brought to help prepare from the womans old home area. Jai motions for the helpers to stay put outside the kitchen door. She slips in with

Acacia Kabal: bird was the first things the Roman's shot out of the sky if it was stupid enough to ruin all their hard work by going in the encampments. -d

Inanna: Extension of right hand as the gates of the House of Lords were opened. 'Raven, we have an accord with Rome, bartered by the Scribe of the House. As with tribes that border out lines, this too, shall be handled as the pact mandates.

Jaillista: her crate and begin to place the fresh items on ice and such to not let them spoil. she called out :: "Nan, I bring food and I plan to help. Raven says we need to cook a feast. Not sure if we cook to  kill them or to impress them."

Sir RavenHawk: :: he did not even look at is mate as his hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat ...black flames licked along his arm as he tightened his grip on her pulling her to him as she was lifted off the floor :: I have given you all the leway I intend to give...remember to whom you speak an do not forget your place again..for if you do I will give you a very painful reminder:: that being said he released her to breathe once more ::: now when do our guests arrive ? and what terms did the damn scribe agree too ? :: truce be damned when this was over he was going to rip the scribe apart ::-d

Jaillista: ::Motions one man forward and she took the crate and would place it on the counter. dismiss with wave of her hand. Once she was done placing the spices away she went to the door and got the last crate. She dismissed that help and back into the kitchen to place the food stores away for Nan ::

Inanna: A tilt of head as eyes blazed. 'As the Scribe....has given Egypt's word.' Silence. The sharp hiss. 'I see you've regained..a portion of your senses. As for the pact, had you the foresight to heed the counsel given..you would know. Rome...has obtained position upon Egyptian soil. Our options are limited. Stand down Dragon. For now...your flames must be leashed.' The sweetest of smiles given as he held her by the throat. 'I am expecting..a most honorable guest to arrive..and time...is running short.' -d-

Sir RavenHawk: your such a bitch you know this yes ? I will heed your council but when this is over I am knocking your ass up again :: said as he shifted his eyes to her..a jest or a promise ...only time would tell ::-d

Acacia Kabal: She slid her violet eyes to Raven and stared. Hard.  She said nothing - for now. Everything she had done and would do was for Egypt and she was certain he could not say the same. Therefore she stood in silence, ensuring the golden masked woman was slightly behind and to her side. -d

Jaillista: :: Kings and Creator help them ALL if Raven knocked her up again!::

Imperator Marcus Crassus: The horns of the Rome were heard sounding the approach of the Roman envoy. This time two Cohorts of Roman soldiers would be marching forward. They moved as a single entity. Clearly well trained and battle harden professional soldiers. They marched nearly to the gates of House of Lords. Another horn and the two Cohorts halted as one. An order rang out and the shields each man had dropped in a single instance. The sound was defeaning and then silence followed. Several moments later the thundering of hoofs were heard as a dozen riders on horse back approach. Imperator Marcus Antonio Crassus was leading them. He brought his mount to a skidding halt in front of the Cohorts; a soldier came forward and gripped the reins while he leapt off the mount and onto the sands below. His armored upper body armor and the Roman officer insiginas were clearly seen. His helm had a flowing red sash down the center and fell back over the blood red kama that was clipped to his shoulders and flowed down his back. The other officers and mid-ranked centurions were with him. "Gauis. Ensure the men are to relaxed positions. No reason to maintain
formations but..." he glanced over to the House of Lords. "Place roving patrols and have the men on alert. We will adhere to the bargain set. I am a man of honor but I have a feeling that not all in this House feel the same as I."
He then motioned to his second in command. "Keep Centurions with the men but the others may join you and I...also bring First File with us." First File were the finest swords and spearmen numbering about twelve. Bodyguards so to
speak. All together it would be twenty-five Romans entering the House of Lords. He turned and moved towards the gates but inside of just entering he gave them the respect they deserved as he had informed the scribe he wasn't Manus
Aquilias; their last Roman Commander. That fat fucks head should be in the well kept care of the Queen. At any rate he called out to one of their House Guards. "Soldier; inform the Inanna Queen of Egypt that Imperator Marcus Antonio
Crassus and entourage have arrived." He went quiet and waited; his men fanning out behind him. -d-

Inanna: Slippery lil snake, even without the scales. Out of Raven's grasp, the golden masked woman, moved to her placing, settling down on the throne behind them. As word was reached of Rome's arrival, she slide of fingerstips of her right hand for Acacia to finalize the fruits of her labors. Within the hall both factions would be well represented, still Rome's numbers would compromise hers..two to one. -d-

Sir RavenHawk: :: Cracking his his neck he kept himself under control  Raven too his sear  beside hismate ,Shado an Hearts moved to stand beside each throne as Raven looked to Inanna . Shadow leaned forward an whispered so only inanna would hear::  the bear an the hatchlings are in the hall of souls until this is over ::-d

Acaica Kabal: With the indicator from the Queen, Ace stepped forward, though short in stature, she held herself as if she were as tall as any of the guardsmen she was soon approaching. Dark hair clipped at the nape of her neck, slender figure in dark red, regality at it's best is what would greet the Roman's. Upon her arrival, the House guards would part. She briefly looked over those with the Commander, but soon, Marcus was her sole focus. A curve of her lips into a smile offering him a deep inclination of her head before half turning, motioning with a gesture of her hand that she would escort him to the throne. "Commander Crassus, the people of Egypt awaits, I hope your arrival was uneventful" in the effort of time, rolling along) With his agreement that she would walk along side him, Acacia escorted the Roman and his people to stand before the throne offering a deep nod of her head to the Queen that it was time for her to join the Commander for the announcement.  -d

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Imperator Marcus Crassus: With the arrival of Acacia he turned her smile and slight nod of his head. He reached up and removed his helm and passed it off to the Centurion beside him. "Thank you, Acacia. It is Imperator though. Commander is six ranks below my current standing." he chuckled and he'd follow her. His men behind him. As they entered the throne room; Gauis made a hand motion and the First File blazed outward and took their protection positions. As one their spears came down with their shields in a single sound. Gauis and the other officers maintained their position with their Imperator whom beside Acacia approached the Queen and her royal court. He bowed his head to the Queen though kept his gaze on her never not looking away. He flashed a smirk.

"Good Afternoon; Inanna, Queen of Egypt. Imperator Marcus Antonio Crassus. Thank you for the invitiation and I am most pleased that you agreed to our bargain. It would have been rather upsetting to have to walk over this House and leave it in ash. At least not we can begin a true alliance here in Egypt. I believe together; Rome and Egypt will be true allies." He went quiet then. -d-

Antoinette Kabal: -=There had been movement and the icy blue eyed vampire shifted away from all that she was doing to take her place behind Inanna. The blade never strayed far from her position, her hues landing on the Imperator and those who he had brought with him. The arrogence in his words had her moving her hands behind her back and clasping them together tightly. Outwadly she was calm, so very calm.=-

Inanna: A singular nod from her as she eyed him. Her blue eyes trained upon him. 'Imperator Crassus.' A turn of head to Acacia and nod. 'Continue.' -d-

Acacia Kabal: There was a slight twitch of a smile, the briefiest humor at her own faux pas  "Iperator, of course"  At least her own flaw helped her not feel so extremely unnerved by the millions of thoughts going on. Once arrived and the nicities spoken Acacia gave a nod to the queen before speaking, adressing the House and the representatives of Rome. "It is known that Egypt has long been at the hands of Rome. But in light of the new leadership,  Impereator Crassus, a new day has dawned  and therefore Egypt and Rome have come under a new contract. The terms agreed upon are this."

"Eighteen percent of profit in all matters of Egypt will be given unto Rome.  All matters of Egypt - no matter how big or small, shall first be met with the counsel of Imperator Crassus. The only excemption of this is matters of Religion. No Roman shall lay hands upon an Egyptian without consent. No Egyptian shall lay hands upon a Roman without consent. To do so, is to consent to death" These terms have been set forth and are now the law of Egypt"  -d

Imperator Marcus Crassus: He gave a firm nod of his head. He looked from Acacia and back to Inanna. "I have already sent word back to Rome. To our Emperor and to our Senate." A slight pause. "As stated with this decree Rome will ensure the protection of Egypt from your enemies. As long as you adhere to our bargain you will have nothing to fear from Roman occupation of your nation. " Another pause before he continued. "I am sure that there are those within your own House that do not agree with this decree nor with the presence of Rome among your city-states, port and surrounding regions. Allow me to take a moment to inform those silent within your House that I am a man of my word. I am a man of honor."

He smiled. "So know that when I say that if this decree is broken and a single drop of Roman blood is spilled upon the sands then I will cruifcy your people starting from these very sands and reaching to very gates of Rome herself." He shifted his gaze back and forth and then returned to Queen. "...as long as we both adhere to the law set then I shall bring the Glory of Rome to Egypt. You all will enjoy the finest wines, food, entertainment such as Gladiatorial events, Chariot races and the finest slaves from each corner of the Republic." He went quiet then. -d-

Inanna: Inanna turned her attention back to the Imperator as the terms were stated. The barest of nods as she rose to feet.  A raise of her left hand as hand slid over the ornate golden mask used for combat, and the handing of it to the Assassin behind her. Steps taken down from the throne to approach Rome. 'The scroll bearing my seal will be delivered unto Rome by sunset.' Blues eyes met Rome's gaze steadily as Rome once more threatened extinction. 'To conquer death.One has only to die..As proof our consent. Unto Rome...Egypt..shall surrender...Unto you Imperator.. The Scribe of the House of Lords will be your Ambassador.' Lip curl. 'As..our uncivilized ways..are most...confusing.' The fold of both arms before breasts as the Mistress, bowed at the waist.-d-

Jaillista: ::Rome might have the numbers but HoL had those who were just as well trained in battle and other skills to tip the skills. Yes? Yes. Jai heard the noise long before the army arrived. With her accute hearing she continued to keep an ear  out as she was listening to the so called peace talks between the two. She leaned on the outside of the door frame in silence.::

Imperator Marcus Crassus: "You bring great honor upon your house and upon yourself; Inanna; Queen of Egpyt. I look forward to this union." He took a half step and bowed to her though his eyes never left her. He stood up straight and smiled. -d-

Sir RavenHawk: :: Behind the mask his gaze slid too Ace as she read off the terms...his gaze as cold as artic winds as he took a deep breath at hearing 18 percent profit  the pirate in him had a damn stroke but they had given their
word .-d

Antoinette Kabal: -=Bare feet took her a step forward as she would reach forward to take hold of golden mask. Keeping it in front of her as she did her best to stay unnoticed. Icy hues landing on the male as she watched the exchange of words.=-

Acacia Kabal: With the ...exchange...given, she gave a nod of her head and half bow to the queen before facing  Crassus once again. "As your new Ambassador to Egypt, please, allow me to have a moment of your time to discuss?" And with that, she would exit out of the limelight with the Roman and his groupies to better....talk. -d

Sir RavenHawk: once they had left raven came out of his seat in all his fury ,,the throne picked up an thrownacross the room to shatter against the wall....black flames licked over him as his gaze ripped too Inanna ::: no matter the
outcome,no matter how this ends I give my blood oath too all here  the scribe will suffer by my hands !!!-d 18 fucking percent!!!! -d

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Marcus Crassus: The First Cohort of the First Legion was standing in full formation. All four hundred and eighty men of the Cohort were clad in their battle armor and weaponry. The shields were down. The battle standards were flowing in the afternoon sands of the Egypt air. The accouncement had been made and a battle had been averted. Hundreds if not thousands had been destined to die when the sun rose this day but it was not to be so. Not this day. Once the accounement was made the Cohort was released to attend the event afterwards. Imperator Marcus Antonio Crassus was standing off to the side with a cup of wine in his hand. His body man; a slave no doubt was standing slightly behind him and off to the side. He was speaking with his second in command and the First Cohort Centurion. With them was one of their people as well. "It is understandable. It will work well. I may a man of my word. Strength and Honor." He flashed a grin and gave a nod to the man who then excused himself. The Centurion bowed his head to Marcus and turned and left to check on his men. Gauis also excused himself as a rather beautiful woman was motioning him offer. That left Marcus alone with his body servant quietly standing behind him and waiting. -d-



Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: -=How deceiving a woman of her stature could be. Such a deadly doll wrapped in the guise of beauty and innocence. Her new looks afforded her a lot, slightly shorter then she had been in past years. Never make a deal with a dragon, or a wish. Never one of those either. There were many things that the little assassin could do, but mask her accent? That was an impossibility in itself. The peace had been brokered and she had pulled the abyss back into the depths of the shadows where they belonged, and those invisible hounds? Well they still walked through the halls. Making sure that the residents of the House itself were safe, for the time being. Really they were sent to babysit Kejar without his knowledge because, it was something she had been charged to do. Walking into the main hall of the House, she didn't mind the clothing, or lack of, she wore in the presence of their new found 'guests' in Egypt. She remembered the rhythm of her breathing, to give the appearance of her humanity that had long been forgotten. Emotions, as she feigned them, on a daily basis. Civil. Had to be at that moment. The scent of their .. well what were they considered for now? Leaders? Higher ups? Shaking her head she never minded the term itself, but the scent floated and she took a breath, memorizing it. One day .. she would need to remember it. Bright icy blues slid from one to the next, then to the slave. It was something they had in common wasn't it? Tho her's never lived to see the next day after they had been bought. Civil. She gave a small tilt of her head and spoke just lightly.=- Evening gentlemen. -=Exotic french accent rolling off the tip of her tongue with each word.=-



Marcus Crassus: He shifted his gaze the woman that approached to his body servant and then back to the woman before him. He had seen her the evening before standing off to the side of her Beloved and others within her court. He remembered her only because of her strikingly blue eyes. He tilted his head slightly and flashed that utterly handsome though devilishly charming smile. "Good evening. I am Imperator Marcus Antonio Crassus. Supreme Commander of all Roman Militarys Units stationed in Africa." He didn't extend his hand towards her though. He raised the other and took a pull off that cup of wine. He lowered it back down to the front of his armored chest piece. "Lovely event. How are you this evening?" He watched her closely with his own royal sky blue eyes. -d-



Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: -=Remember to breathe. Pretend. She hadn't shown her cards, she didn't plan to unless it had been a need. Sliding her gaze along the room once more before shifting her attention to him when he spoke to her.=- I am Antoinette Kabal. A pleasure.-=Hardly but she'd swallow it. Such fancy little titles, but she kept hers to herself. Hers were a list longer than what was worth mentioning. His hand never extending, which in truth was good. Her flesh tended to run cooler than more anyway.=- I am doing well Monsieur, and yourself? -=Such polite topics to be had and yet she didn't give way too much of anything. Instead she kept her composure. Her back straight, her hands placed in front of her like the 'lady' that she pretended to be.=-



Marcus Crassus: He gave a firm nod of his head. "...the pleasure is all mine Lady Kabal. Please call me Marcus." He motioned with his cup of wine. "May I retrieve a cup of wine for you?" He glanced over his shoulder and mumbled softly. "Cicero." His body servant was already turning to retrieve another cup and filling it with it with more before he passed it towards the woman in front of Marcus. The man offered her that handsome smile. "So are you enjoying the evening?" A slight pause. "What is your capacity within your Queen's Royal Court?" He was actually rather curious. -d-



Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: Marcus. -=The name rolling off tongue with ease and some rememberenced.=- Most call me Toni. -=Giving him a small nod, she saw that he was asking for it even before she had given an answer. It was rude to turn down the wine wasn't it? Lifting her hand she took cup into slender fingers and lifted it up to take a small sip before lowering it away from bright ruby reds.=-I enjoy most of my evenings. -=There weren't many she didn't enjoy, tho this one didn't have screams of pain and anguish yet, but the night was young on her end. She felt a small tug at the corner of her lip with the next question.=- You will have to ask her yourself. -=It's not that she didn't want to answer, but how exactly do you say 'I'm the House assassin, welcome to Egypt.' There wasn't much to it. She had said it with as polite as a tone she could get.=- How are you enjoying your time here? -=A shift in subject naturally.=-



Marcus Crassus: He noted that she did not answer his question. Now she piqued his interest. He'd find out what her standing in this Royal Court was. But he didn't even break stride. He flashed that handsome smile. "A pleasure then Toni." A slight pause. "You enjoy most of your evenings, mmmm? Interesting. I always enjoy mine regardless if I am in some distance country or in my villa in Rome." He chuckled. He raised that cup and took a drink of that wine. He shifted his hand over and his body slave refilled his cup. He brought it around again. He glanced around the area and those gathered near them. "I am enjoying it rather well. I am pleased that your Queen and her Court has decided to adhere to my demands. After all burning your nation to the ground was not something I wanted to do on my first day of arrival here in your...country." He chuckled and raised that cup taking a drink. -d-



Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: Most, it always depends on what ... activities are in store for the evening. -=There were so many ways to take it. Her activities included torture. Most thought it would mean a simple tumble under the sheets.=- It is a good thing to always enjoy life. For some it is so fleeting. -=Another drink taken she shifted her gaze off to the side for a moment and then back to him when he spoke against. There was a bite to the tip of her tongue, hidden away from view. A simple droplet sliding back and she gave a bit of a swallow.=- Mmm it would of been a shame. -=It was a shame she didn't get to maim and torture those he commanded. Really. She was putting that on her bucket list for the future. Surely he'd give her a single commander and watch right? Devious. Twisted. Dark.=- And now that you're not going to burn it to the ground? What do you intend to do?



Marcus Crassus: He was nodding with what she was saying and agreeing with her wholeheartedly. He didn't read more into it then needed. He figured she had a reason for her words. No one said anything without meaning behind those words. He chuckled and waved his left hand in a dismissing manner. "I intend to keep to my word. As I informed Acacia; Rome will adhere to the deal that was struck. A deal of which I ensured happen. You're last Roman Commander in this region was a little cunt." A slight pause. "I am the future of Egypt. Future of this region. The future of Rome herself." He smiled. "...so I will adhere to my end of the deal as long as your Queen does the same." he tilted his head slightly. "So how does all this affect you?" Again he was curious. -d-



Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: -=Ever so meaningful in every word that dropped from her lips. Always carefully worded and never giving way too much or too little of what was intended. Icy blues focusing on him and the words that he spoke. He was quick with them and doing just the opposite it seemed. All intention was laid out on the metaphorical table in front of them. Her cards always held close to her chest while his? He had intention and the hunger for a power she knew that couldn't be quenched. Not without the help of those snugly secure within the confines of the House.=- It doesn't. -=Simply enough said. She was confident. Her words held strong, her stance never swaying. She watched him as she would watch her prey. Closely. Carefully and in time she would get to play with him. Whether it be with the mind or the body, only time would tell. Good toys were just too hard to find weren't they?=- I do not enjoy standing still. Care to walk? -=Being out in the open for longer then needed had never been something she enjoyed, not with her 'enemies' abound.=-



Marcus Crassus: He gave a slight though hardly noticeable nod of his head. He then moved on as she asked if they could walk. He flashed a smile. "It would be an honor, Toni." He held out his cup and his body servant took it from. He spoke quietly to the man. "Remain here. I will return. Inform Gauis." He then turned back to her and motioned of the way. "Are you ready? Please lead the way." He would step off and start following her. His right arm came down over the hilt of his Gladius sword on his right hip. Just casually resting there. Nothing more so then that. He followed along beside her as they began walking. -d-





Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: -=Turning she watched one of the House servants walk past and she would hand her the cup she had been sipping so slowly from. It wasn't that she wasn't a fan of the wine, it simply did nothing but give some mild taste for her. Her feeding having been sated for now she was satisfied she could function without much hindrance. =- Yes -=Simple enough of an answer she turned and picked a random direction. Making her way forward tho pausing only to allow him to catch up. Bare feet making no noise as she walked. Her hips giving a slight sway with each step and her stance keeping to that lady like structure.=- Did you choose Egypt or was it assigned to you? -=Finding out what makes people tick was always an enjoyment.=-



Marcus Crassus: He smiled and easily kept up with her. Some may look at him and say oh he's an older man what good was he right? Just some older Roman looking to ensure his name was written in the history books? They'd be wrong. Oh they'd be so wrong. At any rate he answered her questions. Why wouldn't he? He had nothing to hide. "I had just finished conquering the Greeks in the East. I had been in Rome for almost eight months." A slight pause. "I heard about the shortcomings of Aquilias here in Egypt. I received information of which I acted on." Another pause. "...All for the Glory of Rome." He chuckled and flashed another grin. There was something more sinister hidden there but one just wouldn't be able to place their finger on. "A meeting was held with key members of the Senate and of course the Emperor and we decided that to serve Rome's best interests then a more seasoned General was needed to ensure Rome's domiance in Egypt was fully realized. Hence why I am here." He smiled to her once more. -d-





Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: -=Listening to it, acting as if she were hanging on to each and every word that was spoken. Nodding from time to time to show that she indeed was listening without interruption.=- How long do you suppose the Roman reign will be? -=Such a curious little thing. She had been in crucial moments in time, she always observed so very quietly. Patience. That was the one thing she had going for her when she was in true agenda filled role. Now? Now was the time for the cat to play with the mouse, though who filled what role? Who knew. Shifting those unmistakable blues to him. If only he knew what she did. Would he switch to the side of the House? To see the future and know what lay ahead in his life. The halls seemed long, endless in a way and yet she simply walked. It was the movement that had her inner demons whispering in hushed tones rather than the loud screams.=- What do you enjoy doing?



Marcus Crassus: He chuckled. "The reign of Rome will be forever. But if you are speaking in terms of Egypt well I do not believe that the Senate and the Emperor will allow the loss of such a stragtic location to be let go. Your nation was easily defeated and you belong to Rome now." He smiled. He was testing her. As he would anyone who questioned him. Two could play this game afterall. It was clear that Marcus Antonio Crassus was no fool. He certainly was not anything like their last Roman Commander. That much was for sure. He smiled when she asked what he enjoyed doing. Now this is where he would not give her the complete truth. So when he lied he lied so convincely that his scent of Myrrah and Freshly Fallen Rain would not change. "...you are seeing it. I am a soldier of Rome. I have been a soldier since I was young boy. I will continue to be a soldier of Rome until the Gods see fit to take my last breath or if there is a warrior strong enough to see to himself." He grinned. Oooo if they only knew what he truly was. "And what about you, Toni? What do you enjoy doing?" He was thoroughly enjoying this game. -d-



Antoinette BloodGrip-Kabal: -=She shifted her stance and she was taking her steps backwards, she knew the halls by heart and knew each and every turn to be had. Those striking hues focusing on his and she tilted her head to the side in such curious notion.=- I'm sure you'd enjoy that belief. -=Such a smirk that petite thing had on her lips. She couldn't help it in truth. Where had they been heading? To the sparring ring of course. She stopped and then turned once again. His scent still inhaled when he spoke, it hadn't changed and so she had no reason to distrust him. Well she had PLENTY of reason to distrust him, but what he said? It had the semblance of truth to it.=- You'll bore of it. -=It had been said in such a matter o fact type of way that she had known it to be true. The question asked and she looked out towards her personal sparring arena. Such a purr escaping her.=- You're looking at it. -=She spent countless hours right where he was looking to. The blood from her earlier training had still been fresh on the sand, her favored training weapons not yet cleaned, yet not a single cut on her own body.=- Well, it's one of the many things I enjoy. -=It was all true, her voice never wavered, then again with her lack of emotion it never did.=-