Reveler- Insurgence; Rise to the council (10/4)

[00:05] She sits upon the throne-- Crossed legs, with an elbow propped on the armrest of her throne. Bemused eyes look down to see the dryad-- Reveler's, entry.

"...Oh? Have you finally come to kneel-- And submit yourself to my glory?"

Her broken smirk grows.

As for the setting-- Her throne was atop a pedestal with stone steps leading upwards, about ten feet above the ground itself. There was a red carper-- And the growth of plants, controlled or not, can be seen in nearly every crevice.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:09] Step, step, step.

The Dryad carries themselves without a care in the world, crossing into the throne room. A bark covered hand moved to his hood, shaking it off and letting the green white hair trail down his back. He raised a brow, then shook his head, walking to a nearby pillar and leaning against it lazily.

"Is not of here to kneel. If is of wanting Reveler to? Then be of defeating him in battle." The Dryad dismissed, with a shake of his head. He looked then towards the woman upon the throne.

"Is of here for what we spoke of last time. Was of wanting Reveler to help with growth of tree and territory. Is of here to be of playing part in it. To be showing how to be sacrificing to nature spirits, and of more~." A sultry tone caresses his words.

"Is one of liking world of plants more then world of rotting dead."
(Reveler)
[00:15] "Then perhaps I'll be trying my luck-- Soon."

Her grin widens upon Reveler's words-- The dryad had come through, and she was more than eager to learn more ways to appease the surrounding nature... For it was the beginning foundation, the basis of Sigil of Attunement. As Reveler asks his final words, cackling can be heard from the throne, as hands clasp behind her head. A content expression covers her visage.

"Quite. The tree has been planted-- But now, all we require is a proper sacrifice."

Her hand raises upwards, lifting the crown off of her head. It's thorns dig into her fingers-- But then, she begins to spin the piece of organic apparel around her finger.

"I happen to have just the people in mind... Deseti, and their disgraced sultan, Yin. I will bleed his severed head and corpse over the tree."

A lick is dealt to her lips, grinning even wider.

"It's all coming together, Reveler..."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:22] The raptious chittering of jagged wooden teeth coming together is abound. From their position by the pillar, out of sight from Lisa'belle (because plants were everywhere else), the cruel smile curved further upwards.

"Is not of minding accepting challenge. Is of knowing what Reveler's trophy is for victory. Khiii. Is wondering if Lisa is getting addicted~." He teases, then his voice grows more serious.

"Will be of requiring dirt for nature spirits, and will be of contacting the stronger ones in area. Are of needing their symbols. Will be of taking time to prepare. But sacrifice will be proper. Will be as Lisa wants, and as Reveler desires.

A real sacrifice with blood and death.. How I have longed for a pure devotion." Wooden nails scratch at the pillar behind them, looking over towards Lisa'belle.

"Is of sounding wonderful. If is of needing to attack Deserti to be of capturing, Reveler can be of assisting. Is of wanting to capture wrath dog and Plauge bringer there..

Is all of very much coming together.."
(Reveler)
[00:25] Her grin widens-- Corner's of her lips reeling upwards as if they were tugged only metaphorical drawstrings. Her legs uncross-- And then cross in the other direction as her hands fall unto the armrests. She leans forth, and lets out a small giggle.

"I'll kill all of those disgusting vermin-- Rip their throats out and bleed them into my soils, so their corpse may return to this beautiful content... Agartha hungers, for what is to come, Reveler..."

"...I am sure you can sense it too."

She lets out one more giggle, before pushing herself out of the throne. Wings of blood extend, carrying her down the steps as her gaze turns to Reveler.

"It's time, my Dryad associate-- Soon to be Vassal. Come."

A gesture was made for his follow-- As Lisa carries on forth.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:30] His index finger is brought forth in front of his lips, and the vine-like tongue extended, licking free a dollop of crimson. A small cackle can be heard as he bobs his head.

"Deserti is of sad hypocritical place. Is of right to be crushing rocks and returning them to rubble, making them into dust. Will be of the dirt from which the forest of Agartha feeds and grows.. Can very much be of sensing it."

The Dryad stopped leaning on the pillar, stepping forwards as the Blood mage came into view. The eyes vibrate with interest as her words ring in his ear.

"Vassal, hm?" He asked with his tongue licking over his lips. "Where are we of off to?"
(Reveler)
[00:32] "Quite simple, Reveler. I am going to break your subservience to the whore Archon, and make you my own."

She spoke it with confide-- A boastful tone that reverberated throughout the room. Her grin was wide-- One of no doubt whatsoever.

"I can only pray, that you are ready."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:34] The Dryad cackled, following Lisa'belle outward from the location. He shakes his head slightly.

"Is of thinking may be of needing more time before is of beating Reveler. But if is of wanting to fight again now? Is not of minding another of Lisa's kisses or to be of leaving marks on her.."

Leaves drift from trees as the forest comesto life around him.
(Reveler)
[00:38] "What a grand innocence, Reveler."

Her wrist snaps, and the stave in her hand seems to unravel into an unmistakable, arcanium whip. The crimson which runs along it in vein-like structures glows upon the moonlight nearly as brightly as her pearl smile.

"I've ascended."

A single flap of her wings carries her upwards-- Leaving the moon to create nothing but a silhouette of her lithe, petite form... Though there was an odd presence of horror with the gesture. She dives now, moonlight glistening off of the flying whip.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[00:43] * You have been awarded 0.5 Roleplay Points! *
[00:54] "Ascended, yes?"

The forest sprouts around Reveler, empowered by the trees of the heavily wooded surroundings. A Daemon moves through the leaves that fall, covered in flames, and hurling wave after wave of orange after the Vassal. Still, against she proves her power, managing to throw him back.

His bark covered fingers are brought to be gnawed upon, spilling more of his own blood as the spores increase in intensity. A predatory desire filled the air as he lumbered closer. Arousal of his senses drip all around him, illusionary lewd thoughts filling the mind of the woman as they continued to fight. Like a poison that demands surrender, that warms the body and asks to be pleased.

And then everything goes dark from an illusionary haze. His hands grip the lithe silhouette, holding her in place.

"Has of gotten a lot stronger.. To be of seeing this much from Lisa.. Khiii-hi-hi."

The skull is taken off from her head so he can stare her in the eyes, a euphoric carnal expression on his features.

"Is not of Vassal today. Will not be of kneeling. But will help because is what Reveler is of wanting. And will do all is of wanting." His lips move towards hers invasively, the term of the fight being claimed.
(Reveler)
[01:00] Her entire body freezes upon being gripped, a scowl quickly coming over her visage. One of anger, of rage as her ego had been struck with every movement Reveler made... yet it was his grip, that caused the scale. Her eyes quaked with the unrelenting feeling of absolute hatred.

It was here, that with Reveler's close distance he could see the faintest of chaotic radiance from her being. Nothing compared to the mastery over such that Reveler had-- But the ability for growth-- The steps taken towards its festerance had been taken.

As her skull is torn, her gaze only intensifies, uttering one word with a heavily agitated tone.

"Again."

It sounded, of course, like nigh more than a command.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[01:06] The air was fervent and dripping with desire. Reveler's mouth curled upwards into a cruel grin, staring towards the anger, the rage, the hatred. He trembles at the gaze and attention that was all his. His hand cups her cheek.

"Of how many is Lisa of looking at like this? Reveler is thinking must be only one to be of drawing this much passion from her.. Is of delicious." He cooes, drawing back from the parting lip, the corruption of indulgence spinning around him.

"Can be of going again. But this time, If is of winning.." He seemed to think it all over, everything he wanted right now. "Is of wanting own chair in throne room. Not of throne, but pillar is of uncomfortable. Will give, Reveler if winning, yes?"
(Reveler)
[01:10] "...Very well. I will make this quick."

She almost spits those words, before tearing herself free with a stroke of her wings. She is carried back once more-- Lifting to her former position in front of the moon. The faint bending of reality itself can be seen-- Arcana swelling gently from her body... The hubris, the hatred, and the blood filling the clearing.

Tree's begin to move-- Leaves begin to violently tatter as vines begin to pultrude from the ground, acting as if they were snakes.

She dives once more, striking with the whip.

(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[01:22] It was a dance.

Leaves fell from above as Reveler swayed his hips around the forest. The spores continued to permeate and fill the air. In shadows, or in the light that Lisa'belle made, Reveler moved and moved without stopping, flowers grew from the earth or vines surrounded his feet healing him. And all the while he enjoyed.

Hands reach out, touching the blood mage occasionally, stroking her armor, or the bloodied wings. Malice threw her backwards, towards the trees as he felt the sting of blood and nature across his skin. It was not an overwhelming victory, plenty of give and take that only managed to take victory with luck more then skill. Had his hands been lowered even once he might have easily fallen.

But the worst of the blows are avoided, until Lisa'belle is once more forced back, pressed to a tree. Dialated eyes focus on her as his mouth curls upwards cruelly.

"Would like chair to be of close to Lisa, yes? She is of quiet pleasant on the eyes..

Is not of Vassal. Is not of kneeling. But if is of wanting to give Reveler rank? Can be of accepting 'High Shaman'."
(Reveler)
[01:38] She fought relentlessly-- Attacks growing less and less coordinated in her rage-fueled strikes. Few missed-- Yet the ones that did, hurt.

She simply didn't land enough of them.

Her body is light-- Easily slammed against the bark of the tree. At this point-- In tandem with the constant touching of her body led her to a deeper stupor of anger, leaving her shoulders heavily heaving, breaths deep and aggressive.

Her gaze stares daggers into his own, as she violently lets out a yell, slamming the back of her head against the tree in utter frustration.

"You'll get your chair..."

She squints-- Glaring as she speaks those words.

(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[01:47] The attacks, the savagery, the hatred, Reveler induldged in every moment of it as it collided with him. Yet, the power he commanded didn't allow it all to seep in. Voices almost seemed to whisper, saying he was too beautiful to be harmed. His eyes looked down towards Lisa, hearing her yell and glare her daggers towards him.

His hand cups her cheek.

"Those eyes.. I adore that they're all on me.." There was a sound of chittering from the jagged teeth and he bobs his head.

"Will be glad to have chair. And would like name of High Shaman. Will help in attack.. So keep eyes on REveler. Look at me, and keep looking at me.."
(Reveler)
[01:52] "You're delusional."

Lisa snaps those words, her jaw tight as spit launches itself aside-- Not at Reveler, bare in mind.

Her eyes snap away, staring offset-- Towards her outpost and fort.

"High Shaman it is. You get your chair. Are you satisfied?"

She was bitter-- A sore loser in every definition as her ego continued to bleed more than the magic she wields.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[01:55] He bobs his head.

"Is not of delusions. Is of what is desiring." The ends of his mouth curled tight and upwards into a cruel smirk. The bitterness in her tone seemed to be like an exilixar he drunk in more and more.

"Khii, should have included another kiss in the bet. But yes, is of liking what has earned now.." His index finger rested on her cheek.

"When is of planning to attack things? Be of telling Reveler.. Is wanting sacrifices for spirits soon as can be having them.. Lisa will be of pleased of them too."
(Reveler)
[02:00] The finger upon her cheek caused her to snap once more, slamming a closed fist backwards into the tree, next to her thigh. The wood of the tree thrums, before fresh branches begin to pull away from it-- Squirming aggressively.

"We strike in a weeks time. I want all to be prepared. Spread word of this, that all whom are interested are to assemble upon Sigil's doorstep at the dawn of our attack."

"We will burn their miserable existence unto there is nigh but ash in their halted wake-- To be fed unto Agartha once more."

She pushes herself off of the tree, and without flying, she carries herself upright. Shoulders remain tight, squared to her entire body.

"Prepare yourself, and the others."

Her footsteps carry her further and further away. If Reveler were to follow/ He was not stopped.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:03] The tree beyond squirmed aggressively, frustration evident. Yet Reveler did not move away, only watching as Lisa moved towards the Sigil again.

"Will spread word to some that is of thinking will be interested. Is not of knowing how many will be, but should be getting of some responses, yes?

Be of burning town, and lets be of capturing them. Will be of good fuel for sacrifice. To feed to Agartha and its gardens. Will be of starting here, yes?"

She moved past, carried towards the square. He bobbed his head then, soon following after.

"Will be of prepared."
(Reveler)
[02:06] "Yes, precisely... We will take their bodies-- Alive, to be sacrificed to the spirits so our tree may bloom healthily... Nothing shall be wasted."

She carries on forward-- Walking quite regally. These were her lands, and believing that she were the queen of it all helped remove her mind of the anger from her loss.

"Bring no fool, or they shall be sacrificed too."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:09] "Will be of taking bodies and blood. Is of way of warriors. One can be of taking what can not be of defending." The Dryad nodded approvingly, vine tongue slithering over his lips as he followed after her.

"Is not of thinking those brought will be of fools. Will avoid bringing fool all same, yes?"

Entering the throne room, he would walk to a pillar, leaning on it again.
(Reveler)
[02:14] She presses on, before proceeding up the stairway. She tosses herself into the throne once more, legs crossing as she scowls forth. A snap of her fingers was then given, with one word being uttered.

"Chair."

With dire swiftness, an accursed practically runs with a wooden chair-- Setting it down at the base of the stairwell.

Her attention turns to Reveler, retaining her unamused expression.

"It is not the way of the warrior I seek-- But cause and effect. These bodies shall be claimed by us for we want them. I am deserving of every corpse Deseti grooms for me, and it is time I reap my prize. It shall be returned to Agartha-- So I may further my connection with these lands."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:19] There is a small lessening of the smile, seeing how far away the chair was
the throne which Lisa'belle sat upon. A small sigh, but soon it is taken, sat upon by the Dryad as he gets comfortable. His gaze trailed upwards towards the blood magi.

"May not be of way of warrior is hoping for, but is way is going. Is of way of warrior to want things. Is of way of warrior to take things. Bodies shall be of claimed, and Deserti shall be of burned. Because Lisa'belle is of wanting and asking for it. Is how desire works.

Reveler is of helping because is what is wanting. Sacrifice, blood, hunts, and attention. Are all of things Reveler is wanting to indulge in.. Connection will be of furthered."
(Reveler)
[02:22] Lisa didn't seem to pay mind to Reveler's change of expression-- Letting out a small grunt after his words before giving her own reply to the dryad-- Bitterly spoken.

"Correct-- But I am not asking. I am taking, because it is already mine. Gehenna will be mine-- It will all be mine, and I shall stand over them all... Sibri, Pasis. All of them."

"Not one shall stand above their knee in my presence."

Her smirk slowly began to return, as she pressed into the throne even more.

"Now, I will ask for silence... Solitude, as I think of my plan towards Deseti."
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:26] "Khiii. Is of wanting to make Plaugeland Bringer.. Pasis to sacrifice. As well as dog of wrath. But those who are losing way will be of purged. Is of only to be expected."

His fingers lock as his eyes close. He is quiet.

"Will be of having silence then. Reveler will be of sleeping.

Niiiiiiiiiiight."
(Reveler)
[02:26] Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "...Mnn. Rest well, Reveler-- Lest you wish to attend my quarters."
[02:26] Reveler asks, "Attend your quarters?"
[02:26] Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "Yes, you've heard correctly."
[02:27] Reveler says, "Khiii-hi-hi. Is of ever curious what Lisa is of meaning."
[02:27] Lisa'belle Rosethorn asks, "My quarters. Do you wish to join me?"
[02:28] Reveler says, "Yes. Will join."
[02:28] Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "....I jest, but your answer shall be remembered."
[02:28] Lisa'belle Rosethorn says, "Serve well, Reveler."
[02:29] She takes steps forward, letting out a disgruntled cackle to herself. She presses forth, steps taking her away in silence, par her cackles.
(Lisa'belle Rosethorn)
[02:31] Reveler looks almost disappointed, watching as Lisa'belle walked away. His hazel eyes were tethered to her until she vanished into the darkness of her room.

"Khiii… Will see if is of jest still in years. Byeeeeee."
(Reveler)