Conall - The Deal (9/8)

[00:36] The process it took to return to valmasia had not been as swift as some would expect of the Nethradin. Limping the entire way as it carried the weight of both humans along its elongated form.

Eventually making way into the city, down the steps however it did. Stopping before the cell.

Silence was all that was of the trip.

The archon resting with the blade unsheathed, lying on its lap. As if. . . Still on defense, despite it's victory. A valuable lesson learned. Once they'd arrive. The demon begrudgingly would be required to go out once more. Wanting nothing more, but to rest.

Yet it still required a collar before the magi could fully come to and attempt to escape.~

"Will remain here. . . For while, yes? Will be displaying obedience, here. Now. Beginning, yes?" Both arms reached out for the bars for support as it leaned forward to exhale; releasing a mist of occultism in its wake.

"Ughu. . . You were a mess to capture. A. . . Mess. I BECAME THE MESS." It growled, squeezing the handle bars, dents in the metal accumulating before it finally let go.

Stepping back, it turned towards the Nethradin. "Much to be done and you will prove, useful. Yes? One of many thus far. . . To fall to my might." It's final words, forced out with a twisted look of angst towards, Conall.

And in silence it climbed up on the back of the Nethradin once more to find the required ores. Among many other things it would be returning to.
(Shiva)
[00:43] Conall is compliant on the way to the cell. The paralysis does not allow him to move, but he shifts his weight, making himself eaiser to carry, and he does not fight as the Archon searched through his pockets. In fact, a small glance of his head would signal where the coin purse laid before they traveled to the city. It is only when they arrive that the Dryad's eyes squint.

"Is not one for undead." He says, but voices nothing else. They arrived in the cell, and Conall would step into it, walking towards the bed and taking a seat. He leans against the wall, and licks his lips.

"Will be of remaining here then." He cackles slightly. "Is not thinking many will be of trying to retrieve. Is hoping not. Is burner of many bridges. Hating of Sibri's pet, turning away of friend."

He breathe, then looks to the Archon. "Were both of becoming messes. Is beautiful in way. Many ways." He looked towards the angstful look of the Archon, pausing. "Khiii. Should be of smiling. Is powerful. Will be of making many to be falling to might."

He becomes still and waits quietly.
(Conall Revels)
[00:44] Shiva says, "We will, see. . . Human. Undeads are least of concern should prove, disobeident."
[00:45] Conall Revels says, "-he shakes his head- Will not be of proving disobient. Is belonging to Shiva."
[00:53] As the Enchantress escaped the confines of the city. It had scurried the landscape in search of the black-market once more. Having been there, prior. For a few fairy powders.

However, this time it would have come with more than enough coin to purchase one of the rarest and sought after items one could come to the black-market for.

Without much effort to conceal it's visage, the Archon stepped behind the crowd as the bidding war had /just/ begun.

Examining every one in the crowd. Most incapable of being recognized. But it's attention was drawn away as the first hand was raised. Quickly matching any and everyone that raised to bid against the Archon.

Not stopping until all it's coin was up for bid.
(Shiva)
[00:57] It was obvious, wasn't it? By the mere glow upon arrival that things had gone well for the Summoner? Partially healed as most blemishes were all, but gone. Feeding off the life-force and surrounding plants as it went out and about. To restore its energies.

"Am, back. . . Spoke of being, mine. Yes? You will answer, yes? After this."

Steps were taken and the collar was in one-hand while the remote was in the other. "Will put on, self. Yes?" Holding its hand out. Regardless if the human would do so out not mattered little. They could hardly resist, right?

Should it require force.

And so it waited with a patient, but serious look in its eyes.
(Shiva)
[01:00] In the cells, the Dryad remained as Shiva had left them. No movement on the bed, eyes closed and still. His mouth does not twitch, and aside from the occasional rise of his chest he was as still as a corpse until the Archon returned. Conall inclines his head, looking towards Shiva, then bobbing it.

"Is of Shiva's by right of conquest, by right of duel. Will answer what is wanting to know."

A hand with wooden nails reaches out towards the collar, accepting it. It is placed onto the Dryad's neck without resistance, and he leans back upon the bed.

"Is way of honor."
(Conall Revels)
[01:07] While it had made no subtle movements as the Dryad willingly eclipsed their magic, once it had watched the remote in its hand become active. . . Did it's expressive nature return. Tucking away the remote in its cloak as it offered the male a, sinister grin.

"You, are, foolish. Human. . ." It's Telepathy was, but a coo as it neared the bed. A single arm reached out, further beyond. All, but a digit that danced beneath the dryad's chin.

"Why desire to be to I? What of Chief Pet, you speak of? Is, Wrath Sin? Have seen working with Gehenna now. . .? Go on now, express to me, knowledge you hold. Care little for Gehenna plans. I've my own and they will indirectly overwhelm any and everything they may attempt to impose upon I with."

Glancing over near the cell bars, curious if anyone would simply; randomly arrive. A bad habit magi had when exploring vacant cities.

(Shiva)
[01:16] Conall's mouth would curve upwards into a grin made of shard-like jagged teeth. "Conall is of doing many foolish things. Is of doing whatever is wishing before is turning to dust." The Dryad phrased simply, sitting up as Shiva drew close. The Digit that moved under his chin only brings the briefest of chuckles.

"Shiva of strong. Conall is seeking of things he desires. Of strong, of unique, of things Conall wants. Has not been of bested many times.

Chieftain's pet is of Wrath sin Lucilius. Was of Eidolon, was of captured. Gehenna was of attacked, and Conall was of capturing wrath sin's mate. Was going to be keeping of trophy, but Chieftain given it. But wrath sin stepped on Conall. So chased his mate away." A cruel cackle.

"Wrath pet was not of happy. Came to be trying to be of killing Conall. Failed. Conall is of getting strength to be of killing pet instead. Is not of liking how was stealing Gehenna's attention. Tsk." A slightly irritated admittance before bobbing his head.

"What Conall is wanting to be of Shiva's? Is simple.

Sibri is of taking apprentice who is trying to kill Conall. Conall is wanting to be of Shiva's apprentice, and of killing Wrath pet. Is desire now. That and of having Shiva's eye on Conall."
(Conall Revels)
[01:25] Listening in silence, the Summoner had conjured forth a single spirit, Jianghese in nature. Forced to kneel on all fours as the Archon took a seat on their back. Falling away from the Dryad as they spoke.

There was much to gain, listening. "Ah. . . I see." More to this encounter had been revealed thus far. "Will be honest, yes? Planned to kill, slay. Provide Nutrients to I as I attempt to ascend, further.~"

If such a realm of possibilities could occur, the Archon would surely make it true. By any means possible.

"However. . . Have spoken much, much to sway. I." A flick of its wrist that brushed the demons hair aside. Glancing away from the Dryad as its voice continued on through their mind. "Will take as underling, yes? However. . . Much not capable of teaching. As unaware of much, but. . . Will provide with what desire. Yes? Chance to/kill/ the Sin."

A more than major check-piece seemingly landed into the demons lap and how willing they were it seemed. . .

"Am on path, require all knowledge of spirits and likes. Yes? Your kind. . . Much closer, much similar to. . . I? A bond with realm, yes? Will use said bond to make you stronger. Mhm. In own manner, of course. But possible strength to even rival Chief, should prove motivated."

A legacy would be required of the demon and a small band of powerful individuals would surely do the trick. Just enough. . . To assault the people of Gehenna whenever the Demon desired.

"However, much is unknown. Am exhausted in thinking at moment as well. . . Will make due to note on future talks. When return, will release and allow out into city. But that's as far as go? Mhm. . . Till then, brood over thought of Sin. Will be what drives you from hence forth.~"

Coming to a stand, the demon would aim to depart and likely for the first in its life-time. Lie flat on some floor deep in the woods. And dive into the depths of its own mind to hibernate.
(Shiva)
[01:37] Conall sat calmly, bobbing his head. Even when the mentioning of potential death was brought up, he did not seem disturbed. "All men are of turning to dust eventually. If were of providing nutrients, would only be of furthering natural cycle." He said, acceptance of it.

"But if giving chance to be of underling? If of giving chance to kill the Wrath dog? Will be of bringing them to Shiva. Is of thinking will be of far more nutrients. Conall will be of happy to be slaughtering the sin." He bobs his head. "Will be of good apprentice to Shiva. Can be of following orders."

Then he sits up. "Is of Dryad. Is from Gehenna, race attuned to spirits greatly. Is origin of Mandrakes, nature spirits. If is of helping Conall destroy of Sibri's pet? Will be of bonding in any way Shiva is wanting. " He bobs his head again.

"If is exhausted will not be of taking too much of Shiva's time. Will come when is called for. Will fight who Shiva tells to fight. Is Shiva's, underling, apprentice, anything is wanting to make Conall. Is connected. Is hers.

Will be thinking of Wrath dog's death. Khiii-hi-hi." A cruel cackle. He quiets.

"Is of having only one question. What is Shiva wanting Conall to be of calling her? Shiva, Mistress, Master?"
(Conall Revels)
[01:38] Shiva says, "Master. . . Is fine."