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Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Sept 24, 2017 9:49:11 GMT -5
Participating Characters:Sigmund Igthorn , anyone who wants to drop by Forum Location: The Meadow Time of Day: Mid-day Weather: Pleasant, sunny Thread Location: Deep in the woods Premise: Igthorn and his ogres are hunting for wood and supplies, maybe some food while they're there
Hooves thundered and voices rose in shouts of triumph as Duke Sigmund Igthorn rode through the meadow, trailed by several ogres. "Onward!" he shouted. "There's plenty more wood and meat where that came from!"
He was referring, of course, to the considerable amount of trees they'd already decimated and had bundled up to take back to Drekmore. They had hunted much game as well, various deer and birds lying still on wheeled carts.The rebuilding process was slow, but steady. And those blasted Gummi Bears had mostly left him alone, clearly thinking that his latest defeat had beaten him down for good. They only intervened if he crossed into their own rebuilding efforts, and he'd been smart enough to avoid those parts of the glen thus far.
A scowl morphed into a sneer. Well, he'd just do what he did last time. Let them think Ightorn had disappeared. Lying low, as it were. Then they could watch, helpless, as he went forth to purge Rohandor. No realm would be truly safe once he truly got back on his feet.
Granted, he would still need more resources, possibly even allies. He'd heard of something called the "Forever Stone" that various ne'er-do-wells had been trapped in after their deaths, and that it had apparently released those souls in recent times. That was something to consider.
But that could come later, he thought as he continued riding. For now, rebuild. Regroup. And then he could strike with all his might.
Searching for a new lair had so far proved more fruitless and frustrating than Narissa had expected. But she was determined--no more living in caves. She deserved better than that.
Of course, she knew she could always ask Maleficent to house her for a time, but the sorceress was too proud to make such a request, at least for the time being. She didn't want to appear weak to one of her only certain allies. Perhaps, she realized, she ought to make some new connections...
And as if she'd wished them into being, she caught sight of a small army of ogres as she sailed over the now-sparse forest in the form of a hawk. Changing her trajectory to follow their progress, she swooped lower to get a look at their leader.
Clearly he was a noble of some sort, and not one with the kind of irritating moral inhibitions that had plagued her late husband, seeing as he'd taken command of a group of ogres--she knew from experience that getting those kinds of creatures on your side took a certain level of cruelty and bloodthirstiness in order to command their respect.
And, if his orders were any indication, he was in need of resources. Perhaps her magic could help him--and he, in turn, could help her. She certainly wouldn't mind having those ogres at her disposal, when the time came to retake Andalasia.
Veering away and down towards the shelter of the trees, Narissa transformed back into her human form, and made her way back in the direction of the ogre gang. She could have simply landed and transformed in front of the man leading them, but there was no sense in playing her hand too early--first, she had to test the waters, as it were.
The old 'damsel in distress' act ought to do the trick, she thought--and if he didn't buy it, then she'd show him who he was really dealing with. She took a deep breath before stumbling out of the trees, latching onto the reins of the leader's horse and looking up at him with wide eyes that brimmed with false tears.
"Forgive me, I..." She pretended to suppress a sob. "I've been driven out of my kingdom. I have nowhere to go, no-one to protect me. I need help..."
Narissa blinked away her fake tears, batting her eyelashes winningly at the man on horseback in the process. "Surely, good sir, with your obvious might, you could spare some aid for a noblewoman in need?"
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Sept 27, 2017 19:55:39 GMT -5
Igthorn's horse reared up in fright as a woman came running out, grabbing a hold of his reins. "Get OFF him, woman, I don't-!"
But he stopped as he considered her words and the harsh-yet-beautiful face that accompanied them. Obviously, he was no altruist by nature; you could only get ahead in this world if you were willing to step on people, but he did firmly believe in a certain "you scratch my back" philosophy.
And even if she'd been driven out of her kingdom, she said she was a noble woman. That could mean either some level of influence or, even better, money. And, well, if he was being honest, it flattered him immensely to have his superiority acknowledged in any way.
A sickly sweet smile now adorned his lips as he got down from the horse, making an exaggerated bow. "But of course, my dear lady!" he said, a false honeyed tone in his voice. "Consider yourself now under the protection of Duke Igthorn, Miss...?"
As he waited to gain her name, he snapped two fingers together, two ogres responding to the call. "You two!" he barked. "Get a fire going for some of that deer meat. I want our guest feeling welcome!"
"Yes sir!" they chanted in unison, gathering materials for it and slinging one of the dead deer off the cart.
Of course flattery had done the trick--Narissa didn't know of any noble who couldn't be at least somewhat swayed by appealing to their vanity, herself regrettably included. This Duke Igthorn was making quite a good impression so far, despite his apparently simple culinary palette. But they were in the wilderness, and she understood now that in such circumstances, sometimes you just had to make do.
Hopefully he had a castle somewhere that would be a little more to her tastes, but for now, it was simply nice to be waited on again and treated with the kind of deference she was used to. She smiled back at him, all traces of her 'helpless and innocent' act disappearing, and dipped into an elegant but brief curtsy. "Narissa. Formerly queen of Andalasia, and, I dearly hope, soon to be so again. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Duke Igthorn."
She turned to where Igthorn's ogres were starting to prepare the fire, and waved them out of the way as she stepped closer. He'd proven he was willing to help, now it was time to give him a little extra incentive, show him what she could provide in return for his aid. "Let me take care of that--it'll be faster if I do it, trust me."
Narissa summoned a fireball in her hand and cast it onto the pile of wood, setting it alight. She looked back at Igthorn with a smirk after she stepped further away from the flames, spreading her arms wide. "Magic is wonderfully convenient to have, isn't it? And it's got all sorts of uses..."
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Sept 29, 2017 8:52:48 GMT -5
Igthorn raised an eyebrow in surprise as the woman completely dropped the act and introduced herself as Narissa, former queen of Andalasia.
The false honeyed smile turned into a wicked grin. "The pleasure is all mine, Your Majesty," he said, voice now more confident and brash. Here was a woman who knew exactly how to play the game like he did, someone after his own heart.
He watched, intrigued as she strode over to the fire that the ogres had started building, waving them away as she said that it'd be faster if she took care of things. "You heard her," he said, voice harsh, and the ogres obeyed.
To his astonishment, she generated fire from her hand and cast it into the assembled circle of wood and rocks. This was no mere queen, she was a sorceress to boot!
He stroked his beard thoughtfully as she spoke. "Indeed," he said, ideas coming to mind. This was a potentially very powerful ally that had more or less been dropped into his lap. "What kingdom did you say you were from, again?"
The wicked smile returned and widened. "It appears that we're in quite advantageous positions to help each other, my dear."
Her smirk widened at his reaction--oh, she practically had him eating out of the palm of her hand, now. Except he didn't quite seem like the type to truly bend to her will, or at least, not nearly as easily as her former minion Nathaniel had.
That was good, though, because Narissa liked a man with ambition and determination, liked the challenge they provided. It was even sweeter having someone wrapped around your finger when they were typically so strong-willed. That was what she'd liked most about Edward's father aside from his title and wealth.
Of course, it hadn't been enough to stop her arranging his death, but she had nothing so nefarious planned for Duke Igthorn. Yet. Should he prove to be more trouble than he was worth, well... then she'd simply arrange an 'accident' for him, too. Narissa doubted that he had the intelligence necessary to spot one of her traps, though she supposed she'd get a better measure of the duke's cleverness, or lack thereof, soon enough.
"Andalasia, my dear duke." She practically purred, sashaying towards him now, and out of the way of the ogres and their preparations. "The border's not very far from here, in fact."
Once she got close enough, she reached out a hand to him, slowly skimming her fingers over the fabric of his tunic to trace imaginary patterns over his chest and shoulders. "That reminds me, handsome... You haven't told me where it is you're from."
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Oct 1, 2017 16:51:49 GMT -5
Igthorn gulped slightly as Narissa said she was Andalasia and walked towards him. Oh, he knew this type very well; Bane had been unreceptive to his own advances largely, but if there was one thing he knew well, it was how woman often rose to power in this world.
Backing away after she traced patterns on his tunic (the devil of it was that she did have that same push-and-pull attraction he'd felt towards Bane), he cleared his throat and puffed up a bit. "I don't suppose the name 'Gummi Bears' means anything to you?"
Not waiting for an answer, he continued, confidence growing back in the explanations: "King Gregor of Dunwyn has been my sworn enemy for years now. That self-righteous goody two-shoes booted me out of there when I was still a knight because my dear family had given him a bad name." An ever-present sneer was in his tone now. "Drekmore was my home, but those dratted bears and their Gummiberry juice destroyed it!"
A fist clenched and, reflexively, he cuffed a passing ogre about the head to let out his rage. "So fine! Let them have their little glen and castle! I've got better things to do than waste time chasing them around."
Finally he glanced back at her. "You say you've got a kingdom that needs retaking? I say we take the rest of this cobbled together world. THEN those who wronged us will know exactly who they're dealing with!" A high, delighted cackle.
Narissa hadn't heard much about Dunwyn, or the Gummi Bears, and she was beginning to think that perhaps the duke wasn't quite the powerful ally she'd hoped for, but refrained from saying any of that--a blow to Igthorn's ego seemed like the last thing he needed, and she really did want the use of his army, at the least, so she couldn't afford to get on his bad side on their first.
But he was getting a bit too worked up for her liking. Ambition was all well and good, but she couldn't let him take control, especially when he clearly had a tendency to rush into things without thinking too much. Better than she be the brains of their burgeoning operation. Brawn suited him much better, in her opinion.
She took a small step back, placing both hands on his chest and looking him straight in the eye.
"Patience, dear. One step at a time." She soothed. "I agree, of course--why stop at just one kingdom, or even two? But we have to be smart about it. We have to be careful. We need a real plan, and we might need more allies. Your ogres, I'm sorry to say, would be outnumbered in a fight against Andalasia's army."
The sorceress let Igthorn go and turned to watch the creatures--much smaller than the ogres she was used to seeing in the wilds of Andalasia. And they certainly seemed to be at least a little smarter, too. Perhaps they didn't have to be a proper army. Perhaps they could be used in a different way.
"Unless..." She turned back to the duke with a strange gleam in her eye. "I might have an idea. Your King Gregor doesn't pay much attention to what goes on outside his kingdom, does he? Because I doubt Edward does."
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Oct 10, 2017 10:51:54 GMT -5
Igthorn started to rub his chin thoughtfully as Narissa spoke. She was correct, of course; the ogres were formidable, but they were ultimately too small a force (and, well, too stupid) to more thoroughly rout larger kingdoms at this point. "We'll need more allies," he mused, "AND a plan. What's this Andalasia like? What are its defenses? Is there anything we can exploit?"
Luckily, it seemed she was two steps ahead in terms of planning, asking about Gregor and Dunwyn. That could be....troubling; he didn't much care for the idea of working with someone who could out-think him. Then again, it wasn't as if he couldn't betray her at an opportune moment. Unfortunate, but it might have to happen should he need to save his own skin.
Taking a map off a nearby cart at her prompting words, he unfurled it, showing a rough outline of Dunwyn, the glen, Drekmore, and the other neighboring countries. "Gregor is soft, but he's hardly without friends," he sneered. "He has allies here, but I doubt he knows anyone important in Rohandor yet."
A glance at her. "But if I know the fool as well as I think I do, that won't last long. He'll open his borders soon enough."
Who was this Edward, he wondered. Some other sort of royalty? The one who'd deposed her?
"Good. If he doesn't know anyone important, then he doesn't know who I am, and we can use that to our advantage. Of course, we'll have to move fast, before he starts making friends in high places, if we want to take Dunwyn without too much fuss. But if we play it right, it's possible no-one outside his kingdom will even know we deposed him..." Narissa mused as she pored over the map, smirking faintly as she envisioned their--no, her--success.
This would be easier than trying to retake Andalasia, it seemed--for that venture, she really would need more allies... Though technically, she did have a few more people at her disposal than just Igthorn. And it was probably high time she made good use of that fact. Besides, it might just help keep the duke under her thumb--especially if he could be made to think that he was indebted to her.
"More allies." Her smirk widened as she all but cooed over Igthorn, one hand moving up to twirl and twist at his goatee. "Of course. You brilliant man, you've just reminded me of something vitally important."
Lucky for her, there was a cauldron simmering nearby--the ogres had just set it up to make a stew of some sort, no doubt. She took him by the arm and steered him towards it, using her magic to conjure the image of Maleficent's castle in the bubbling water for him to see, followed by the face of Maleficent herself mid-spell, along with her small army of goblins, then Doctor Facilier in a demonstration of his magic.
"We have more allies! Or, well, I do. You, however, haven't joined the club yet."
She sighed, and let the images disappear as she walked away from the cauldron to let the ogres resume their work. "Frankly, I'm not sure I can convince them to help you without assurance that you'll do the same for them--you know how it is in politics sometimes. But I can certainly vouch for you, if you'd like to sign up..."
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Oct 31, 2017 0:37:01 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, I doubt that type of power play will go unnoticed," Igthorn said with a sneer. "The old fraud is too beloved by the public. Unless you have more....subtle aspirations?"
Blatant grabs had failed him thus far, and while nothing pleased him more than the thought of setting his ogres loose on a frightened populace, he would need to be patient for the moment.
His sneer grew wider as she flattered his ego and twisted his beard. "I'm too modest to boast," he said, voice dripping with falsehoods.
He followed her over to the cauldron as she swirled magic through it, offering enticing images: a towering, darkened castle at the top of a mountain; a severe looking woman dressed in black and with massive horns atop her head, surrounded by tiny, horrible creatures with spears, shields, and swords; and an elegant, dark-skinned man in patchwork putting on a magic show of sorts.
His eyes widened further and further in delight at each image. Now she was speaking of alliances and (shudder) teamwork with these other ne'er do wells.
But really, what choice did he have?
The sneer split into a sleazy grin, and he held out a hand for her to shake. "My dear Narissa," he boomed, "you have a DEAL!"
It irked her that Igthorn didn't think her capable of the kind of subterfuge required for a silent takeover of his former home--after all, she'd been able to manipulate her dear departed husband, and later her stepson, into giving her all the political power she needed for years and years--but it did, admittedly, work to her advantage to have him underestimate her intelligence.
The extent of his own intelligence was... debatable, given how quickly he'd allowed Narissa to take control here, and apparently without him realizing that she'd done so. But perhaps that was an act, too--just like her 'damsel in distress' routine, perhaps his bravado was a false front, created with the intent to manipulate and deceive. Time would tell on that account, she supposed.
For now, she ought to focus on the fact that she had, potentially, leverage over both Igthorn and Maleficent. Surely the faerie would be pleased that she'd brought in another recruit, especially one who had a small army to further add to their growing numbers. And Igthorn would have all sorts of resources at his disposal, with Narissa to thank for it--and she'd make sure he remembered just who had really given him this opportunity, at every opportunity.
If Igthorn proved more loyal to her over the others in their little band, and if she could sway another powerful ally or two, staying in Maleficent's good graces might not be a concern for very long... Now that was an enticing thought.
"Wonderful. I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership, Igthorn." Narissa's wolfish grin nearly matched his own as she took his offered hand. "Shall we change course to the fortress I showed you? I can get us there in a flash."
Post by Sigmund Igthorn on Nov 21, 2017 0:50:08 GMT -5
Igthorn considered the offer. On the one hand, going to the fortress would allow him to meet his new (temporary) allies and give him a better idea of what he would both be working with and what he would be up against in the inevitable double crosses.
On the other hand, it could easily be a pretext for an assassination or some other kind of trap. He had no magic to call his own, after all, and he would be distinctly outnumbered.
He would need some kind of insurance in order to make it out of this with his dignity and his skin intact. "How about I bring myself and half of my forces there with you," he started with a thoughtful gaze, "and I leave the other half here to continue reconstruction on Drekmore, hmmm? Just so that we're covering all the angles properly."
At that point an ogre came up to the pair, blinking stupidly. "You say some of us move to other place? But why?"
"Ignorant boob!" Igthorn nearly shouted, cuffing him on the head. "We'll need forces there either way to support out new....friends." The last word was said in his typically false sweet tone.
The ogre nodded. "Oh. Yeah, got it now."
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
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Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
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Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
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Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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