Witches Brew

Name: Mythandriel "Myth" Zvenda Age: Appears to be somewhere in her late teens, early twenties, but is actually hundreds of years old. Race: A Forest Dwelling Elf (Oiche Dundae) Birthplace: She was born on a snowy night in the Wilds of Fracture Currently Resides: Absalom Lineage: Zvenda Hunters Occupation: Wine Brewer Other Information: - She has an Ivory Morph Ball Python called Dorian who is her constant companion - Has an immense love of animals, and her quarters is often overrun with them - Has a unique love for herbs and plants - She grew up on her own, so she often has a hard time fitting into adult society, but that adds to her charm

Ms. White was already talking to a member of the waitstaff as she heard the woman's order. She didn't need to ask for her Master's drink, he always ordered the same thing each time, she even made it herself back at their apartments. She placed the orders, and then she loyally went back to her Master's side, her presence seemingly going unnoticed by him. She could feel the Miss' eyes going over her, but she took no notice. She was used to eyes, those her eyes meant nothing to her, she was only allowed to care about one set of eyes, and the owner of those were currently gazing at the woman next to him. Theo was pleased that the mystery woman took him up on the offer of drink, talking to a woman who seemed to be purely business was often tiresome, as he dealt with such women all day long. His younger sister, despite his teachings, was becoming one of those boring women. The more he looked at her however, he didn't think she'd be boring. She was serious, but there was an edge to her, an edge he quite liked. When their drinks arrived, he took them directly from the man who delivered them, instead of letting Ms. White hand them to him. He stopped her hand with a sharp look, and he took the frosted glasses with each hand, and he handed the darker drink to his new companion. He held his drink carefully between his fingers, and swirled the liquid gently, careful to not let the liquid slosh out the sides. The Sidecar was his drink of choice, made heavily with brandy. He liked it a little stronger than usual, and besides when Ms. White made it, Fatal Seduction was the only other place that could make it the way he liked it. He barely took a sip when he heard the loud bang, and he sat up straighter in his seat. An individual was seen being escorted out of the building, with two familiar faces making sure the man made his way outside. He smirked as he turned his head and saw a dastardly familiar face, and he got to his feet, handing the drink to the Android beside him. "Ryker! You devil." He grinned, and he turned to face the woman, who was now known as Miss Sade. "Of course! She's been keeping me company, lovely woman you've got here." He said, and he waved his hand forward slightly, and Ms. White quickly went to his side, and he placed a hand on the small of her back, trailing his fingers along the titanium spine of the Android. "I'm sure you remember Ms. White?" He turned to the android, and smiled, cueing her to reintroduce herself. "Good evening, Mr. Ryker. It has been some time since we were last acquainted, I'm Ms. White, pleasure to see you again." She said, her bell-like voice chiming just loud enough to hear above the thumping music that radiated from the speakers. @Better Than Gore

The familiarity of the club made him feel comfortable, the thrumming of the music, the flashing of the lights, and the heavy smell of sex and alcohol wafted in the air. He loved it. It was one of his favorite places in the whole city. There were some in his inner circle who didn’t like that he frequented here, but he couldn’t give a damn. He weaved around moving bodies, his eyes trailing over the women that danced on the stages, and he could already feel his mouth salivating at the thought of fresh, plump flesh. However, those thoughts were pushed to the side as he noticed a body at his table. A body he hasn’t seen before. He entered his roped off table, and he rose a brow as he took the woman up and down, then his eyes darted over to the Android behind him. She stood stiff, almost looking out of place, though her attire blended in well with the dancers and the other club goers. The white of her dress was illuminated under the black lights, and her blue eyes seemed to glow. This person was new, so Ms. White was on high alert. Her Master however, seemed unbothered, and her form relaxed a bit as she watched them both. “Business, eh? Well, let’s hope it doesn’t take to long, hm? I’m a busy man, as I’m sure you know, Miss?” He paused, not knowing her name. He took a seat, close enough to the very attractive mystery woman, but far enough away so that she has enough breathing room. He looked to the android, and with a flick of his wrist, she was flagging down a server to order drinks. “Can I get you anything, Miss?” He asked, his eyes wandering to her bust, it seemed to want to be free of her top, as if they had a mind of her own. She was lovely to look at, that he was most positive of. He leaned back into the booth, and he propped his leg over the other, and he rested an elbow on the back of the booth, so that his hand was dangling just over her shoulder. @Better Than Gore

"Don't look so uptight, Ms. White, we're going out. Wear something... shorter." The man said as he peered at the woman standing behind him in the mirror. She was wearing what she always wore, standard white button up blouse, and the tight black pencil skirt. His assistant just stared back at him, before disappearing into a closet to obey. Theo didn't want to focus on her right now, he was getting ready for his own night out. He ran a hand through his freshly combed hair, and tugged on the dark red shirt he wore. He rose a carefully trimmed brow at his reflection, and he pivoted, his back now facing the mirror as he waited for the Android to emerge from the closet they shared together. "Come now, Ms. White, I don't want to stand here all night." He called, and he huffed slightly, and he crossed his arms across his chest. He smiled softly once she emerged, her white hair brushing loose against her shoulders. "How is this? Better?" She asked, holding her arms out to make her body easier to examine. She watched as he walked towards her, and she stood still as he ran his hands up and down her sides, pulling down the skirt of her dress to smooth out the fabric. The white dress was slightly sheer, and hung tightly to her curves. "Much better, much better indeed." He said, and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "If only you'd dress like this more often, perhaps our sales would go up." He chuckled, and Ms. White simply gave a soft smile. "If you want me to change the way I dress, I'll make a note to do so, Master." She said, as Theo brushed some hair behind one of her pale pointed ears. "It's just as joke, love. Now let's get going, the night is young, let's not waste it." He said, and his hands fell to his sides, and he made his way through his bedroom, and down the hall, towards the elevator in his apartment, with his companion close behind him. They were silent as they boarded the elevator, and Ms. White pressed the button that would take them down to the parking garage. The pair made their way to a bright white sports car, where Ms. White opened the drivers side door, allowing Theo to climb into the seat, and start the vehicle. He always insisted on driving his own cars, drivers were a waste of money, and with the Android with him, he was in no serious danger. As he strapped himself in, the woman closed the door and made her way to the passenger side door, and climbed inside, not bothering to buckle herself in. The pair sat in silence as the car roared to life, the engines purring sounds echoing in the garage, and the tires squealing as he rapidly backed out, and he sped off into the night. It wouldn't take them very long to get to Fatal Seduction, it was a frequent stop for the two. He often spent weekend nights over there, spending money on women and drink, but this time, he had business to attend to with the owner of the establishment, and hopefully, it would go well. The car's roaring purrs fell silent as he whipped into his regular spot, and Ms. White was already climbing out of the car to walk around, and open the door for her Master. Theo climbed out, letting the seatbelt slither back into its holster, and the door shut behind him. "Shall we?" He asked, and he grinned as the Android nodded at him, and he made his way towards the bouncer standing at the door. "Ah hello Mason, I'm sure I'm expected. You remember Ms. White?" @Better Than Gore

Sloan Mechanics INC. Ceo: Theodore “Theo” Christian Sloan Age:36 Gender:Male Family: Not married, no kids, one younger sister, parents deceased Social Status: Wealthy Description of Appearance: He’s tall, around 6’4”, and slender, with slight muscle tone to his chest and arms. He has dark brown hair that he wears down, and it hits his shoulders. For business meetings he’ll tie some of it back, but he mostly just wears it down. He has a scruffy goatee that he trims when it gets too long. He dresses in mostly in neutral tones, browns and grays, using splashes of color in his ties or pocket squares. Business History: Sloan Mechanics started with Theo’s Great Grandfather back in the year XXXX, and it started as a humble auto parts factory, but quickly grew as steamboats grew in popularity. And of course, with humanity comes war, and most factories were required to begin to build weaponry; guns, trucks, and planes. Weapons quickly became their most profitable product. The business became very successful, and the family grew very wealthy as a result. The company has been passed down from Father to Son each generation, and with each generation the business flourished. When Theodore became the next CEO, he wasn’t content with the way the factory was running, and he had bigger dreams. Dreams outside of weapons and steamboats. He wanted to wipe the slate clean. So, he shut down the factory, fired all the staff, and hired a team of scientists and doctors, and for three years, nobody heard from or saw Theo. Then one day, he emerged with a huge announcement. The company of their past was gone, and something new had emerged. Business Currently: With the announcement of the new direction Sloan Mechanics, people were skeptical. Androids? It was certainly different. But with countless demonstrations of the skills and abilities of Androids certainly got the attention of those who could afford them. Their use are versatile, ranging from house maids to armed security. Newer models are even able to carry children, for mothers who don’t want to ruin their figures. -The First Android- Serial Number: 001 Alias: Ms. White Model: She’s the first ever successful android to come out of Sloan’s factory. She’s a female model, with a slim figure, and pale white skin. She stands about 5 feet, 4 inches tall, and sports pointed elf-like ears. She has long stark white hair with bangs cut at an angle, and she has bright, almost glowing red eyes that seem to analyze everything. She normally dresses in a white formal button down dress shirt, and a tight black pencil skirt. She wears a white shawl around her arms, and is often pairing the ensemble with black pumps. Her serial number may make her seem outdated, but in fact she always has the latest updates. She’s often the first they are tested out on. Features: Update .01: Allows android’s eyes to zoom in and magnify objects up to 500x. Hearing is also amplified. Update .02: Allows android to move fluidly, allowing joints to move without resistance, allowing a complete 360 degree rotation of all limbs and joints. Update .03: Allows android full use of automated weapons on command with verbal permission from operator. Update includes cannon like weapons to form from the arms, and shoot a laser like projectile to incapacitate targets. Update also includes taser. Update .04: Update allows android to know the most common languages spoken. Useful for diplomatic purposes. Operator: Theo Sloan Occupation: Secretary and Security OTHER FILES HAVE BEEN CORRUPTED… UNABLE TO ACCESS

He liked her. This sale was going to go very smoothly. Her exotic merchandise caught the eye of Ryker the moment she walked in, and she knew it. He couldn't pass up an opportunity like this, it may never come up again. So when he offered up the same deal as last time, she rolled her eyes. "You know that isn't going to cut it this time, Ryker, dear." She said softly with a smile. He knew she wasn't stupid, so that just made this whole thing easier. She watched as he walked over to a wall, and placed his hand on it. A red light scanned his hand, and a wall opened, revealing a hidden stash of money, that was more than what her father had told her to ask for. "Now that will do just fine." She said, standing up and walking towards it, giving it a final look over before she turned to one of Ryker's men, and she instructed him to have it taken to her car. As Ryker called over the mongrel, she watched carefully as her money was carried out. As Ryker spoke, she turned back to face the pair, Ryker in his chair, with an ever so obedient mutt at his feet. "Oh I couldn't possibly impose, unless, you would want me to stay that is." @Better Than Gore @Houndy Poochykins

Ryker’s muscled hired help never disappointed. All of them were handsome, and no matter how much she offered any of them, they wouldn’t come home with her for the night. Their loyalty to Ryker, or Ryker’s money however, was strong. It was disappointing in that aspect, but she couldn’t fault them. Ryker was crazy, but he wasn’t stupid in the slightest. As she followed #3 through the club, the booming music covered the sounds of her heels against the floor. Her eyes stayed straight ahead, knowing that her quarry was following submissively behind her. As they made their way into Ryker’s office, she smiled, and opened her arms wide. “Ryker! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Perhaps a bit too long.” She smiled, and she held onto the files in her hands. “Business is good, as always.” She said, and she stepped out of the way so that Ryker could see the hound she had brought him. “Her name is Pyrrah, and I thought that she might fit in nicely with your other girls.” She purred. She then looked to the hound, giving her a look, saying that she’d better obey him. @Better Than Gore @Houndy Poochykins

Celine was starting to get bored with her work, or more accurately, her father's work. Her father owned a large business, and he dipped his fingers into different fields. They never stuck to one specialty. Her father's new favorite thing this month was slaves. They had around 50 people that had sold themselves into slavery, to save their families from starvation or to help pay off debts. Some of these men and women had even worked for her father at one point, and had somehow wronged him. How did Celine fit into this? She was appointed by her father to market these slaves that they didn't use themselves, and they had sold to many different people. A lot of the male slaves they had were sold off as laborers, and many of the women were sold off as maids and even lovers. It didn't matter to her what happened to the people that she had sold, they didn't matter to her, they were merchandise, and once they were out of her hands, she had no issue what other people did with them. Today's assignment she was particularly excited about. She had sold to this establishment before, and thought that she and the owner had a good professional relationship, but it was always hard to tell with him. She was to take this girl to a club, that went by the name of Fatal Seduction. It's been a good while since she had stopped by, so she made it a point to look nice for this sale. Her long auburn hair was curled, and it flowed down her back nicely, and her curvy frame was hugged tightly by a short dark violet dress, that had a slit up her thighs that stopped at her hip. Her makeup was light, and she finished off the look by wearing a pair of black heels. She was sure that if the product she was delivering wasn't enough, a little flash of skin could seal the deal. The product she would be delivering however, was something different than what her father usually had on stock. She was a lucky find indeed, not something you found everyday. She had some men take her to the car, to wait while she got ready. Once she was ready, she made her way outside to the waiting car, and she climbed into the backseat, next to the woman she was supposed to sell. "When we arrive, you best behave yourself, and you better do whatever he asks of you." She didn't look at the girl, and instead crossed her legs at the ankles, she placed her hands and the documents in her lap, her hazel eyes staring at the window. Ownership papers, vaccinations, extensive medical history, all that and more was placed in the envelope that lay on her lap. Their appointment was soon, and she would hate to be late. This man was very busy, and a missed appointment would look badly upon her, and her father's business. The car ride was short, but when they pulled up to the establishment, Celine opened the door to the car while it slowed to park, without waiting for one of her escorts to open it for her. She was in a hurry, she wanted this sale to go as smoothly as possible, and as quickly as possible. @Better Than Gore @Houndy Poochykins

Eleanor never got used to the mornings anymore. It was quiet, her sisters had gone missing, and she missed them terribly. She often found herself standing in the middle of Isabelle's room, just staring at the large bed they would sometimes share, but now it lay empty and unmade, just as she had left it. It seemed all of those she had loved had left, including her beloved Constans. The news of Father Constans' and the Lady Ioreth's disappearance troubled the young elf, but there was nothing she could do but let God protect them, and to cooperate with Tirkas to help keep the citizens of Coth safe and happy. She had been keeping herself busy, running the temple, helping the acolytes, and seeing to her children's needs should they come to visit her. Sometimes she would meet with Tirkas, and they'd discuss important news over a cup of tea. It was one of the only times she felt close to Constans, sitting in his library, speaking with one of his closest friends. She hoped that she and Tirkas could become friends as well. That morning she woke alone, the faint sounds of the acolytes softly chatting were heard even in her bedroom. She sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, and grabbed a jar of white powder from her side table, and pulled off the cork, and used a small scoop to spoon three does of the powder into her water glass she kept on the table. She stirred it thoroughly, and brought it to her lips so she could gulp it down. Once her medicine was downed, she set the glass back on the table, and started to get ready for the day. She dressed quietly, pulling the tight fitting velvet gown over her head, and she pulled half of her hair back, and tied it with some ribbon. She pushed her feet gently into some boots, and opened her door, heading down the hall towards the kitchens. Today she would be heading into town, she had no prior appointments, and the older acolytes would be taking care of the Temple while she was away. She entered the kitchen, and grabbed a basket, and started to fill it with loaves of bread that were cooling off on the counter. She covered the bread with a clean towel, and she made her way out of the temple. She made her way down the dusty road into town, smiling at Cothites that stopped to greet her, even exchanging small conversations. She passed out a few loaves of bread, giving them to children or people she often saw at the Temple. She was actually heading towards the Church, on her way to see Tirkas, to see if perhaps he would like some bread and a chat over some tea. However, today wasn't a normal day, as she was soon to find out. Screaming. There was so much screaming. People were screaming, people were running, some of them even had blood on their clothes. Oh God. What was happening?! "Mother Eleanor! Mother Eleanor! Please, you have to run, they're killing everyone! You're in danger, please Mother Eleanor!" A child ran up to her, grabbing her hands, making her drop the basket. "Please Mother Eleanor, they already got my Papa!" @Spooky Mittens @Better Than Gore @Revvys @Opaquely Translucent

The three brothers silenced as a voice called their attention, and Trav rose a thick brow, and rubbed his beard. This was certainly different, but the elf seemed friendly enough. He stood, and went to approach the botanical elf with a boy on his shoulders, and he held out his arm for the elf to grasp. Should he take it, the man would then grasp the elf's forearm, and give a firm shake. He then released it so his arm was free to cross against his chest. "Hail stranger, not ofen we get many elf folk round 'ere." He said, and he jerked his head back towards his brothers. "My names Trav, and those two oafs are my brothers, Carter and Keith. What can we do for yas?" He listened to what the elf had to say, and he rubbed his beard, thinking back to see if he could remember any strangers from Coth coming through town. "Can't say I recall any army marchin' through, or any prophet. I do recall seein' some sort of mountain shaped man o'er by the hills at the end of town, but that's about it." Trav said, and Carter nodded. "He had to be the biggest man I 'ave ever seen." He added. Now Trav has heard of Coth, some of the people trying to flee spoke of it, and it's mysterious Green God. Some say that there were many elves there, and Trav himself had a small fascination with elven ladies, so he wouldn't mind going there one day. "Sorry state eh? Yeah well, whatever your Prophet was marching towards, our fine leaders scampered away from. Just up and left to God knows where." "I 'eard they was goin' to some Island cross the sea!" Keith said from his seat. Trav shrugged, and turned his attention back to the elf and the boy. The elf already had coin in his hand, and this intrigued him. "What services are you lookin' for?" @Better Than Gore @Spooky Mittens

Times have been tough in Temple City after the governing body just up and vanished. With no ruling body, people took to the streets, looting and rioting. Smoke billowed out of smashed windows and store fronts. The city guard and local Knights tried to stop them, but when their numbers doubled, and then tripled, most of them fled. Those who remained were gathered up by the more ballsy men. Men who found contentment with causing misery. They took up residence in one of the grander buildings, which now lay ruined, with smashed windows and holes peppering the walls. The people in Temple City were terrified, the men had formed a guild of sorts, calling themselves Lords, and demanding that every resident pay a tax, offering protection. Protection from what, you ask? Themselves. Those who could pay would have their houses left alone, their belongings intact, their wives untouched. Those who had nothing to offer suffered, often beaten to an inch of their lives, left with nothing, except the promise of another beating the within the fortnight if they couldn't pay once more. Some tried to flee, packing up their belongings to go elsewhere, anywhere. Some spoke of escaping to Blaireville, or town even further from there, but they were stopped. Their bodies swung from trees outside the city, warning those who even thought of leaving. Most tried to go throughout their day as if nothing had happened, artisans sweeping out broken glass from the inside of their shops so that patrons might think about visiting once more, blacksmithies pounding out iron beside their smelters, and Masons, their signs hanging outside their shop, just waiting for someone to walk inside. Though something had happened. The town was not so quiet today. Visitors wandered through the streets, and residents poked their heads out doors and windows, whispers were floating on the wind, carrying themselves to curious ears. They had taken up residence in the Church uptown, a church the Masons had built, and now saw destroyed. A group of three brothers sat outside the building they owned together, quietly chatting amongst themselves, wondering who these new visitors might be. They brought what looked like an army with them, perhaps they were here to help? They couldn't be certain. Besides, who in their right mind would bring that many armed men here? They were sure to get a visit from the Lords. "Who sent 'em, do you think?" One brother asked. "Can't be certain, they don't wave any banners." One replied. The two looked to their eldest brother, a broad shouldered man with a thick yellow beard, and dull gray eyes named Trav. Trav looked at his brothers and shrugged. "I don't think anyone sent 'em. Too bad though, once those thugs get hold of this, they'll be down belows, wit' them knights who didn't have the sense lef' in 'em. Poor blokes." @Spooky Mittens @Better Than Gore

Myth smiled at Arturo, and again at Vice. They were both being so kind, in their own different ways. As Korben lay his head in her lap, she sighed, and gently stroked his head. She took the cup of tea in one hand, and dipped her head in thanks. She sipped it carefully, so that she did not burn her lips, and she could feel the liquid slip down her throat and warm her belly. She wasn’t normally a fan of the dirty leaf water, but she wouldn’t refuse anyone’s kindness, especially since she was a guest here in someone’s home. “I just want to thank you both, for your kindness. You had no obligation to help me, and you both have gone out of your way to do so. I hope I can consider the both of you friends.” She said, her heart swelling with small bursts of happiness. She sipped at the tea, her nausea gradually reducing. She set the cup down in her lap, her free hand idly rubbing Korben’s ears with her thumb and index finger. Night time was soon approaching, and she’s have to leave to go back and check on Tamlen and Dorian, change her clothes, and then meet Zan back out in the swamp. She finished the tea, and set the cup on a table close by. “I’m afraid I have to get going, thank you both so much for all your help.”

Mythandriel was simply overwhelmed. She didn’t know how to comprehend this, there was so much to unpack. First of all, her lover went rouge, and dark unspoken things happened to him. Then there was the the fact that she was pregnant with his child, and her rouge lover wouldn’t be around to help her deal with this. Ioreth went with Viscerex and the Bald One to fight some battle, and has yet to return. Ioreth was going to be very disappointed in her when she returned. She didn’t like Zanzarog, she warned her about him, and Mythandriel, as stubborn as she was, didn’t listen. Arturo placed his hand on her shoulder as she sobbed, and Korben took it upon himself to weasel his way into her arms, and Myth obliged. She wrapped her arms around the dogs furry neck, and nuzzled her face deep into his fur, the tears flowing freely. She was embarrassed, acting so childish in front of two strangers in a strange home. She couldn’t contain herself. Eventually however, after what seemed like ten minutes of endless sobs, she calmed down, and used her skirt to dry her tears and wipe her nose. She hung her head in shame, and placed the bucket on the floor beside her. “I- I am sorry for my behavior, it’s just this day has been, well a little much.”

Mythandriel was prepared for his explanation, and she was grateful to Arturo for complimenting her bow arm, but what Vice told her, it made her want to pass out. Pregnant?! She couldn’t be! She had slept with Zanzarog one time, and that was weeks ago! She put a hand to her forehead, suddenly feeling very ill. “How do you know this? I-I, I can’t be pregnant..” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She looked at Vice as he tended to her feet, and she put a hand on his shoulder. “How do you know?!” She asked him again, this time with more worry in her voice. She was all alone! She couldn’t raise a baby all alone! This was Zanzarog’s child, and he was off, doing his own thing. Suddenly, the feeling in her gut rose to her throat, and she grabbed the bucket Vice was using for disposables, and she leaned over the bucket, and vomited heavily inside it. She groaned, hugging it, and tears slid down her face. “I-I can’t be pregnant! I-It’s impossible!” She wailed.