*bast would be awakened, not by an imp this time but a lesser demon of horrific proportions, found at his bed with it's arms crossed and wings folded in the early mornings.  Ap would be gone and back in the abyss.  The demon passed the message, and the events that followed while he was asleep, as the demoness is very nocturnal.  It's voice rough as it spoke with a demonic accent."

The princess has summoned you to speak of her son , you are expected.  Her son is in the abyss in her home and will remain there for the time being, it is important mortal.

*an orb was placed near him that would take him to the vortex, the demi realm she created when he was ready and alert her the scroll below marked the information of what entailed*






[00:42]  Stella Rosebud squints and looks at Robin in slight distaste, mumbling slightly and tail starting to do little flicking motions, "Such crudeness... Are all humans of this port town as such?... Going to sit down at the table regardless, still feeling curious about the woman next to her. "Thank you for the drink, hopefully one of this nature won't be too strong for me.." Giving a small jolt at the sudden voice of the newcomer and turning to glance up at the tiefling beside their table, "H-hello there, I wouldn't mind if you'd like to sit. Might be helpful really... I've found myself new to this port town, never really leaving the
[00:42]  forestland before now."

[00:45]  Robin Damarosh would give a nod to her ascent as she would slowly move to slide one of the mugs to her, as she sighs, "Greetings there... mr... umm, Hi i'm Robin" she says as she would look to the unicorn, "And dear you assume i'm not new to this town too"

[00:47] . It wasn't long before Apollyon was standing at the end of the table, peering down his nose with lofted eyebrows toward Robin -- though his focus did drift toward Stella too. Now that he was nearer and could make the women out better, he gazed upon the unicorn for a long moment. A strange sort of intensity crept into his eyes the longer he regarded the hooved woman, as if he was beginning to sink into a transfixed sort of state . . . but the women's voices both jarred him from whatever fixation he'd been slipping into, and his lips curved into a slow smile.

"Yooou . . ." His voice dipped low, velvety, and the word rolled fluidly off his tongue as he addressed Stella, ". . . are exquisite to behold." That kiseru was momentarily lowered from his lips again as his free hand swept subtly toward her, palm turned upward. "If I may be so bold . . . what manner of being are you?" Her brief, beginning stammer had that smile growing by a millimeter, and one tapered ear swiveled toward her as she spoke. "Ah, you are
[00:47] .  He sounded pleasantly surprised, even humored, by it. "Well, /welcome./ Welcome to the city."

With Robin's blessing to join them too, he stepped 'round to the bench and over it. With smooth flourish he lowered himself to sit, one leg outstretching beneath, the other semi-crossing as he leaned partially forward to prop an elbow against the table's surface. "Thank you," he addressed them both gracefully. As the women spoke to each other, his pale, shrewd eyes shifted back and forth between the duo with vague interest.
[00:47] . you are?" *
[00:48] Iondi Wer'Todithar the dragon hummed lightly, she'd been listening to the entrance of others in the tavern. And as they'd start to file in downstairs, the tavern could survive one night without her attending it. So at the moment she'd given Merus her full attention while she'd lightly pondered his words. The thrumming emanated forth. When the dragon shifted she'd brought the glass to rest on her knee, as she'd drank the flecked liquid. "So in this realm, they are using another connection... essentially threading back the existence of magic from one realm to another." She'd huffed, the dragon considering the information at hand. "Perhaps I am not the best in this circumstance to assist you. I would love to help, but .. Not much more then that." She'd state, though giving a wry smile across her features as she'd watched him lightly.
[00:49]  ╈ Miseria ╈ hones in on the sense and in walks the angriest elf ever seen, draped in red and expensive tailoring on her pale toned skin, that matched her flaming red locks and fuming, angry elven tones spit out in a less then graceful fashion though still sounding lovely as elves do and even melodic"  Lle lakwenien, Mankoi naa lle sinome?,  " (are you joking?, why are you here?) took no time at all to stride up barefoot behind the tiefling and glare daggers at the back of his neck from her mismatched eyes.  Did he sense the bond, he sure did, like a pull in the side of him that is part of her in bloodlines connected. There was
[00:49]  no other signs for anyone else other then that of an elf, though the spawn did know immediately.  the dark help his father when she finds him, hell would indeed have fury this eve, very soon.
[00:57] "You would be correct," The man nodded in understanding at her as she stated she wouldn't be much of help. "This is why it falls of me," he answered a question of hers before, "Because I've not found anyone else that understands this." The man didn't mean to sound disrespectful to her and decided to put the book aside for now, "I've been narrowing down the realms that I doubt he's using. Ones without magical leylines and whatnot." He rotated in his seat to face her more directly as he took a sip of his drink and placed the glass back down on the table. His gaze fell upon her but he remained silent for a time. It almost seemed
[00:57] awkward but the passion in his eyes spoke for him. He went to reach for her hand to do nothing more than to hold.
[00:57]  Stella Rosebud takes the mug of ale with a small word of thanks to Robin as she turns back to tiefling with a small tilt of her head. "U-uum thank you? At least you're not randomly grabbing my horn.... I'm a unicorn~ And do you have a name Sir?" His flirtatious advances going over her head as she takes a sip of the mild ale. Giving a small jolt and squeak as the red elf lady barges into the tavern, her angered mood clear easy to pick up on. She clutches onto her orb tightly and slightly leans into Robin without noticing.

[00:59]  Robin Damarosh would have started to raise an eyebrow at the blatant flirting the man was doing with the unicorn, and the ignoring of a roundabout way of asking his name, as she owuld move to wrap an arm around the woman as she smiles, takign a swig of her drink as she watches the very angry elf woman, "Ummm, what's... going on?" as she owuld scooch a bit closer ot hte unicorn, actually givign some body language of protecting the unicorn

[01:00] . It was now Robin's turn to bear the weight of Apollyon's gaze. The tiefling peered out at her from beneath his lashes, seemingly drinking her in with his eyes. Leaning forward to rest the edge of his jaw on his knuckles, propped up by the table, he murmured toward the redheaded woman, "Your tattoos are marvelous. What inspired you in their design?" He didn't seem to have heard the questions about his identity, as no name was voiced.

But just then someone appeared in the entryway of the tavern. A very aaaaangeeeeerrrry someone, and immediately through their proximity and bond, the hellspawn could sense his mother's rage pouring through their link. His expression remained unchanged, that sultry smile never waning . . . but his eyes suddenly seemed to gain an inner panicked look even as he watched the women. "Grabbing your horn is quite rude," he sympathized with the unicorn, even as the princess snarled at him in Abyssal tongue.

Yet, from the corner of his mouth, he lowly muttered in their language,
[01:00] .  "<Mother, please . . .>" His ears ticked backward a tad (either in annoyance or fear) but that cool-as-a-cucumber look upon his visage remained unchanged.

[01:07] Iondi Wer'Todithar the dragon's shoulder slumped slightly, understanding a whole manner of things, but perhaps her mind wasn't viewing it straight. Taking a long breath, "Are you also narrowing down the realms that just simply do not have access to the same type of magic that this doctor channels?" Though the dragon didn't stop the reach for her hand. "Elimination is a good thing, and a good place to start." The dragon offered him a gentle squeeze as she'd stared into his gaze a moment, offering him back his cigar once more. She'd get her own, but she'd enjoyed taking his as well on the occasion.
[01:10]  ╈ Miseria ╈ there was a death glare at the females, almost snooty from the elven matriarch, found it very hard to hold her form at the moment but did manage thanks to years of living among the mortals.  HIs little words did little to pull her sway if anything it would agitate her further " oh no" she switched to common, poor bast will feel her fury like he never has before when she catches that little green sunspot.  " up...now!" the voice was commanding and she pointed a perfectly manicured nail to where she was. There was no mercy, not a single shred of sway as she was not having him sport in a tavern with anyone  as of yet.
[01:10]  Her head lifting and eyes beyond angry, her voice still pretty sounding even when upset.  " didn't care about the cowering females at all, they didn't register to her at the moment as her fury was at the green skinned one.  She heard it all and then some and  she won't be ignored, that would be .. volatile and unwise as she housed a hidden rage that was threatening to erupt and such things were
[01:10]   not a thing to play with, nor was her patience.


[01:13]  Stella Rosebud gives a small jolt as she blinks and suddenly realizes how close to Robin she had gotten by the time the other woman had wrapped an arm around her. Not really feeling the need to escape the extra barrier just yet as she looks over timidly at the angry elf lady. "Y-yes quite rude indeed... the horn is quite sensitive and valuable to us unicorns... U-ummm is the angry lady going to start yelling? Cause I just got into this town and am already feeling the need to rush back into the foliage..." Pausing slightly as a small detail almost escaped her, looking back to the tiefling, "You still haven't given a name Sir. Are
[01:13]  you nameless?" Giving a small squeak and curling into herself slightly as the angry elf woman approached the table and started yelling to the green male. Clutching her orb close to her chest and not daring to move, feeling more frozen on the spot than anything.

[01:14]  Robin Damarosh would raise an eyebrow smirking, he didn't need help, so she wasn't gonna help him, especially since he wasn't answering their questions, as she would watch the two infront of her, not sure how to react for the first few semi tense moments, "I have a long heritage, i'm not the best fighter, but i can hold my own with knives and such" she says, honestly not bragging but showing how to answer a question. as she would see the glare she would put her hands up and say kindly, "Whatever is happening is between you two, not my business, not gonna interfere"  as she owudl try to stay close to Stella trying to comfort the
[01:14]  poor girl, as she owuld whisper warmly, "IT will be ok sweet one, everything will be alright" genuinely trying to help her relax and not be afraid
[01:15] "There's another issue," Merus let out a sigh as he took back the cigar laying it half on the table for a moment, "I don't know how to tell the types of magic within the leyline. That would in fact help me greatly," The celestial then brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle modest kiss to the back of it before holding it close to him with closed eyes.
[01:17] . Apollyon hadn't turned around to face Miseria. He didn't need to. He could feel her looming behind him and her death-stare boring holes into the back of his head. That kiseru was slipped between his lips again and his fingers twiddled with it -- perhaps faintly nervously.

He could feel the raaaaage burning hotter, and as she snapped out in common, he exhaled through his nose. "All right," he muttered. Raising his chin from his knuckles, he lowered his hand to press it to the table as he began to rise. His tail was twitching anxiously, but throughout it all, his visage remained settled in an even, smiling expression seemingly unruffled by what was occurring.

"She shall shout, but not at you. Never fear," he crooned toward the unicorn. Only when Robin raised her hands and addressed Miseria did his lips curve into a frown, and his head turned toward his mother. "They did nothing wrong," was his cool response. He stepped from over the bench and, without any sign of explanation beyond the brief reassurance
[01:17] .  /they/ wouldn't be yelled at, he turned in preparation to follow the 'elf.' "I'm no one important," was his dismissive answer to Stella.
[01:23]  Stella Rosebud twitches a bit and finally finds her sense of self to start squirming away from Robin as she whispers into the Unicorn's ear. "I-I thank you Robin, but y-you're a bit too close."  Still clutching her orb tightly but slowly starting to settle as the elven lady hadn't appeared to do anything more than shout so far... Going to take another sip of her mild ale to hopefully calm some nerves as she watches the tiefling get up from the table, still feeling heavy confusion but deciding not to ask any more questions for now.

[01:26] Iondi Wer'Todithar however modest the kiss was to the back of the dragon's had had her shifting, her lips stretched into a smile but didn't quite reach her monotone eyes. "I would imagine a high mage of some sort would be able to depict the classes of magic within the threading. It could go to help out with narrowing down your investigation." Commenting for lack of a better word for his predicament.
[01:28]  ╈ Miseria ╈ one of the girls got out of her line of fury and ire with her words, a quick glance to robin as she nodded and would not pursue in her normal fashion of  wrath as she is prone  " that would be best" the words sharp like a razors edge, the other one seemed weaker and possibly fear was sniffed out almost as she held back any normal predatory stares and just gave a normal elven annoyance instead.  Though her spawn was not cleared as of yet  " oh they should fear... very much" even elves were hell to deal with let alone the monster that was hiding within, scratching to feast in it's viable hidden rage. She looked at her
[01:28]  son and his weakness, that would not do at all.  " out !" far to young to be traversing in a tavern as of yet, the spawn had yet to even hold a sword let alone be released upon the world.  And her voice was heard in his in a deep telepathy of his mind < boy, I will tear you out of hear by your damned ear if you don't get to walking> what was in his mind was their language dripping in rage. She
[01:28]   would do it in the most embarrassing fashion ever to be displayed and he knew it, she makes good on her words, she didn't use threats she used actions.  She pointed to the door of the tavern, movements still graceful but fast and hell would be on his heals in all levels of the form from the expensively clad elven.
[01:29] Nymphetamine Crepuscule (nymph.zenith): *here)

[01:35] "This high mage,," Merus didn't mean to shoot down ideas but this was a tricky situation, "His name is Lorewyn, and he'd have to go to each realm personally to feel the magic there. Which is feasible but it's still searching for a needle in a hay stack." The man rested his forehead on the woman's hand thinking of what to do next. "I'd love to just go to Issiatika, find the wormhole and ... going through it to see where it leads." He let out a sigh as he continued to use her touch to calm himself. "I doubt I'd make it to the wormhole."
[01:37]  ╈ Miseria ╈ once outside she strode up behind him and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of sight in an iron like grip and into the alley out of sight  , shadow stepping from the realm.  boy was in for a world of hell.


[02:00]  ╈ Pharzuph Crepuscule ╈ Odi was summoned with an imp, it scrambled to find him and inform him of where she was,  she switched forms as soon as she hit the shadows of the abyss, the shift was painful and cracking of bones were heard as she pulled him home, her wings shot out of her back her feet reforming and the rest of her spikes ripped from her form,  the elven form gone and her clothing reformed with the shadows as it congested over her.  She didn't use glamor but her natural shifting with her kin.  Pulling him out with a burning rage and letting him go into the room..." are you insane!" her voice hissed " Do you know how
[02:00]  many enemies we have in that city?!" she lifted her hand and  pointed it at his books " you are not even a week old yet and can't even hold a  defend yourself.. i'm trying keep us alive and you are in a tavern with some 2 copper whores...I swear " couldn't even finish that, choked on rage, if he was captured it would be too easy to dangle him and use him against her and those in the city would enjoy that far
[02:00]   too much.    Or worse if the dragons had him , with the bounty on her head that would be worse.  She took her sword from her side, the weapon was hellforged and slammed it into the ground near his books the crack of it gave rise to it's power as it embedded into the stone, the souls within it was giving off a dark glow and runes of magic that flowed easily.  "you were supposed to be with your father...." fire in her eyes and still healing wounds on her form from battling her sibling and barely managed getting by the count with her tail in tact , her dried blood was still marring her leg that was full of bite marks, but
[02:00]  reforming in the shadows still, and a healing gash on her shoulder she was a warrior and even that wouldn't stop her from her tasks and that was hidden beneat the former elven guise.
[02:00] Nymphetamine Crepuscule (nymph.zenith): *weapon)


[02:07]  Odium had been speaking with The Count before feeling the tug of the shadows.The fae following the impling as the fae let out an deep sigh rubbing his head.The animal looking nearby as his eyelids dropped to the pair.Whatever happened to giving the kids space?As an well groomed brow lifted to Phar ."She is very cross.Bad tiefling...Bad".Tha fae stating the obvious being her wing pooka at the moment .The fae however grew more amused the more well upset the woman became as the animal did eventually need to cover his mouth to snuff out the laughter that was starting to develop.


[02:10] . Pharzuph /yoinked/ Apollyon straight through into the abyss, and as she shoved him into the throneroom he stumbled forward a few steps. His fingers were still clutching that kiseru, and he lowered it from his mouth as he exhaled a small stream of smoke.

He twitched at the sword clattering against the floor near his books, and he glanced at it before he turned to face her. "He was asleep," he responded calmly, without batting an eye. "As was the Oni. They did not know I left."

His free hand drifted to hook a thumb over his belt as he added coolly, "The women were not whores, Mother. I walked in and sat down to talk to them two minutes before you came in." His kiseru-bearing hand gestured helplessly as he mentioned, "If it's because you overheard me complimenting them -- why wouldn't I? They were beautiful."

Odium arrived and began to 'chastise' the tiefling, and Apollyon's head lolled in the pooka's direction. His hands now moved in a helpless gesture toward the Unseelie, as if he'd had no other choice
[02:10] .  /but/ to slip out and explore. "No one knows who I am, Mother," he stated as he turned back to the demoness. "They know /you,/ but I am a nobody there. I was told the city is safe enough, and has plenty of tieflings and tiefling-like dragons wandering about."

His gaze surveyed his mother, and he shortly pointed the end of the kiseru toward her. "What happened to /you?/" he asked her now, brows arching.

[02:23]  ╈ Pharzuph Crepuscule ╈ snapped her head back to odi a moment in a look when he spoke " how did it go with the count?" her eyes narrowing, as hes mouth was covered Damnable Fae but she is wary of dealings with him now, not at all trusting as he was not privy to Ap yet and not sure if even her mothers orders would keep him safe . She shot a look back to her son it didn't help that they were asleep , wouldn't change her ire as his father would not be happy to see her soon.  Her hand lifting and tenrils of shadows flowed from her claws outwards " You are as foolish as you are young, magic and senses can oust you quickly as well as
[02:23]  sense of smell in some and the guards would enjoy seeing how badly holy water will effect you. " and it would burn the dark in him, she knows because she has been there before " it is not safe, if you cannot defend yourself you are not safe there and neither am I, the royal bloodline is unique and easily sniffed out " magic sense and other fine tuned abilities from the denizens of the city and thier holy
[02:23]   abilities imbued into them" his father warned her about it extensively and stupidly " who told you it was safe?  I told you that you are not ready yet..do you really wish to die.?" her jaw clenched and sharp teeth ground, didn't notice the marks on her till pointed out.  " It doesn't matter"

*ending there...the demon left without a word.*