the sketches

[steuben]

we should have surrendered. the quiet demon and his yliaki. i voiced my concerns to my commander.

"we out number then two to one," he had said. but, from what i had seen it was closer to three to two.

"they're mercenaries. just in it for the money. we blood them a bit and they'll go home." but mercenaries don't get hired if they don't win.

"besides, we've got the gods, and the cause on our side." the cause had put me here.

i went back to my men. we formed up to face them. we watched as they formed up. the demon and immediate command formed up opposite us. he always took the hardest targets for himself. i wasn't sure if i was flattered or scared.

the battle began. to those who have never been there it is impossible to describe. to those who have survived it, no explaination is needed.

we were being beaten back. the day was lost. i gave the order for my men to retreat. i was going to try to hold the demon's yliaki back for a few seconds longer. some of my yliaki stayed with me. i ordered them to leave they stayed.

i don't know where the fire blast came from. i guess it really doesn't matter. there is no such thing as friendly fire. those loyal few didn't deserve what happened to them. but, the only reason i survived was because they sheilded me fromthe blast, most of it.

the advancing forces marched over and around me. i simply lay there. the pain of my injuries kepting from passing out. but, the also kept from full consciousness. i heard voices, felt hands.

one of the voices had the tone of command to it. i felt my body try to come to attention. i couldn't understand the words. but, the part of me that was a solider knew the tone. the reflexes that i had trained into responded. another voice appeared. it too had authority to it, but a different kind. the commanding voice stopped, or perhaps it merely changed. as a soothing coolness enveloped me, i thought this must be death.

i awoke in a bed. i hurt over much of my body. there were curtains on all sides of me. i looked up into the thick coarse fabric of a tent. i heard a pair of voices.

"he'll live. he'll walk, perhaps with a limp. we couldn't save his arm."

the command voice spoke again. the words weren't quite distinct. but that tone of command wasn't there.

"we tried sir. but the glyphs aren't magic. he'll keep it. but, it'll never work again. the damage was just too severe."

the command voice again. this time it was supportive, comforting.

"thank-you sir. perhaps someday."

they continued to talk. i reached up with my right hand. i could my left arm, but i couldn't move it. i felt the bandages on it. they covered the whole of my arm. they continued along the left side of my body. i smiled. the scars would do interesting things to my fur. i dropped my arm back by me side. the curtain parted. the medic came in.

"ahh. you're awake. you've got a visitor. if you feel up to it," the medic said..

i nodded stiffly. the bandages on my head inhibited my movement. the quiet demon walked in.

"colonel viscosa," i said.

he nodded in responce, "captain."

"how many made it."

"most of those who made the retreat."

i felt comfort knowing that my yliaki had survived.

"yours was the last section to fall," he continued. "your yliaki are a credit to you." he paused. "i'm wondering. why did those few stay with you?"

i shoke my head slightly. "i don't know. wanted to buy a bit more time for their friends. misplaced loyalty to me. i'll have to wait to ask them."

"why did you stay?"

"i couldn't get them out of it at the start. i could at least try and help them get out at the end."

he shook his head. "loyalty for that is never misplaced."

[steuben]

i was a miller's daughter. and i worked the mill, with my father and brother. together we could set the great mill stones. it was a good life. but, eventually father died. we sold the mill. brother married and they run a shop. me, i enlisted.

a mercenary regiment was in town. they had camped outside of town. but, their recruiter had setup in one of the taverns. i can't say i planned it very well. i padded out my clothes . i went to the tavern. there i hung around for a bit. after a few hours and a few drinks, i went up to the seargent standing by the stairs.

he was older and fatter then i had expected. the scar on his face drew my eye to his one good eye, the other hidden behind a patch. in his eye there was a speck of cold hard ice. i guess have that look now, too.

"lookin' to sign up, eh?" he said.

i nodded

"great. we can always use big strapping lads such as yourself. but, have ye head of the benefits of joinin' the regiment?"

i shook my head.

"the fame, the glory, the money. now, i'm just a seargent, so i've only got just a bit saved by. but, the officers, now they's rich like princes.

"but, the best part is, you've got a job for as long as you want it. aah, i see that got yer interest. alright then, head on up. the elle, lieutenant's second door on the right. knock first though."

i stood infront of the door and took a deep breath. i raised my hand to knock.

"yes. come in," came through the closed door.

i opened the door and stepped in. behind the table was a youngish demonarian. he looked and back down to the papers he was working on.

"sit down, miss," he siad gesturing to the chair.

"what?" i blurted. "who are you calling miss? if this --"i tried to a get a threatening edge into my voice.

"miss," he looks up from his papers. his eyes focus on me through his glasses. a clear edge is in his voice. "you can either sit down, or you can walk out the door. do _not_ be fool enough to waste either of our times."

i sat down.

"good," he nods.

over the course of the next half hour, asked question after question. then he asked the last one.

"why are you signing up?"

i paused, not sure what to answer.

"take your time."

"it seems like the best job around," i said.

he nodded, merely taking notes. he copied a few pieces of information from other papers to one paper. he signed it and handed it over to me.

"you have until the second hour on thursday to think it over. if you change your mind simply don't show up. i will basically be like it never happened. but, i would prefer it if you let me know before then.

"if you decide to go through with it. be at the camp by that time, with that letter. bring at most 2 cubic feet of personal effects."

he stood up.

"i hope to see you there," he said offering me his hand.

i stood up and shook it.

"and miss," he said, a small smile on his lips. "you won't have to pad anything out. as long as you pull your weight we don't care." he pushed the glasses up his nose. in his eyes i caught the same speck of ice. "even if you don't, it doesn't really matter."

i left the tavern to pack and to think. at least, i tried to think about it. on the first hour on thursday i stood at the gate sentry with the paper folded in my hand.

[steuben]

the lieutenant walks through the flap of the tent. the first thing she notices is the smell. the smell of cinnamon and cloves. near one wall, close to the bed, is a cauldron. the fire glyph underneath shedding its warmth into the tent. she walks over and the lifts the lid.

the suden cloud of steam carries with it a burst of aroma. the smell carries with it the feeling of home and family. both of which she has never known. she replaces the lid.

turning around she takes in more of the tent. against the far wal is something that would have graced some of the finer parlours in the big cities. flanking it are two collapsable stools. she walks over to look at it.

the light wood surface is inlaid in a hexagon pattern of darker wood. the surfaces have been varnished richly. the surfaces show wear but not damage. she runs a hand over it.

"it's called acaycia, lieutenant bix." a voice says from behind her.

she turns around. she comes to attention, before she consciously relealizes who has arrived.

"at ease lieutenant," he continues. "i could teach you, if you want."

"it looks hard, commander." she replies

he shakes his head as he hangs the heavy winter cloak on the central post of the tent.

"no more or less then our job." he gestures towards the stools. "sit down." he takes off the sword and sheath from around his waist. he hangs it from the central post as well. the sword gives the feeling of a hunting beast having returned to its lair.

she sits on one of the stools at the acaycia board. he walks over to the cauldron. after lifting the off the cauldron, he laddles the mixture into a pair of earthenware mugs.

walking to the acaycia board he says, "congratuations on your promotion to lieutenant."

he places one of the mugs in frint of her on the board.

"here, this will take the edge off the cold."

"thank you, sir." she picks up the mug and smells it. again she gets the feeling of home and family in the smell of the spices. she also notes the scent of alcohol. she sips it.

he puts his mug down after having taken a mouthful. he sits down in the other stool.

"so what so you think of being an offcier so far?"

"more work then i thought."

he crooks an eyebrow. "too much work?"

she shakes her head quickly. "no. not at all. just more."

he nods. "thought officers had it easy? we work just as hard." he sips the mug. "used to think generals had it easy. closer i get the less i think that. but, now heads of state. they've got the cushy job."

"and if we ever get there, we'll see that they too work just as hard." she says with a smile.

"let's hope not," he says with a laugh. "hate to see another good fantasy ruined by reality." he takes a another swallow from the mug.

"but, if it does feel like a lot of work, ask your seargent, your captain, the other lieutenant for advice. they will have some direction, and then keep your own council."

they continue to talk for a while longer.

she pauses outside the tent flap. the guard outside the tent notes her position and little else. she fastens up her cloak. the harsh cold brings out her breath in a silver fog. a few tendils of scent of spice have followed her out.

she takes a few steps and stops. she looks around her. the tents. the frozen hard ground that would be a field of mud come spring. the multitude of ylaki as they go about their various activities. the memory of the smell comes back. maybe she does know home and family after all.

[sasek]

i couldn\'t move my eyes from the screen
i can\'t wait to read some more from you

[steuben]

the three ylaiki sat huddled around the table. the warehouse they had chosen hadn't been used for years. table had been simple been abandoned in the warehouse. this was a location in which they should have felt fairly safe. but, still they huddled.

the bundled candles on the table hid more with the cast shadows, then the light revealed. but, in the shadows several corse fabric sacks can be barely seen.

"he's late," one of them said

"so," another responded

"he's always late."

"not like he's walking away from his share of the haul," the third said.

"still. i don't trust him," the first said.

"such a shame." a lemur said brightly as he arrived at the table. "now, isn't it geelaki*? becuase i most certainly trust you."

the three started and reach for concealed weapons. they stoppd when they realize who it was. they settled back in their chairs. the lemur sits in the forth chair.

"and trust, geeliaki," he continued with a broad smile, "is what profitable business relationships are built. now, isn't it?"

the first yliaki to speak watches the lemur's hands. hands and wrists that held surprising strength despite their slender appearance. hands that had ripped a guard's throat out two nights previous.

"didn't want him sounding the alarm," had been the unasked for responce. he had killed many yliaki before, some for less reason. guards he preferred to let live. mostly because it made life easier later. but, the causal seeming brutality had disconncerted hime. the image of the guard collapsing, blood flowing freely between the guards hands, would be with him the rest of his life.

as the lemur settles into the chair, the third yliaki, a menki, looked at him carefully. there was something about the lemur that tended to raise the hair on the back of his neck. he suppressed that as much as he could. he considered checking the locks and baricades that he had set on the doors and windows of the warehouse. he decided against it when he recalled the way the lemur had seemed to have walked through the walls.

he glanced at the lemur's right hand. around the little finger of that hand is a band of rust. it's that ring, he realized. it doesn't fit with the rest of him, the looks, the highly tailored clothes, his manners, his other jewlery. the one visible flaw. it's that flaw that is slightly unnerving.

"and such a profitable business relationship it has been," the lemur continued. "but, geeliaki, we must bring this particular business to a close."

the second yliak to speak noded. "yes. you brought the portion of the haul." there was an unasked question in the statement.

the lemur gestured to the sacks in the shadows. one of the sacks settled slightly. it, and the few near it hadn't been there before. but, they looked like they always had been there.

"yes. about that," the second yliaki said. "we've been talking. and half and that one item. well it seems a bit much. considering we did most of the heavy work."

"i see." a note of disappointment was in the lemur's voice. "what would you consider more fair?" apprehension replaced the disappointment.

"well, whatever else the item is yours."

the lemur seemed to relax slightly with that statement.

"but, the rest, well, we were thinking an even four way split." he smiled a bit. "even through we all trust each other. let this," he places the item on the table, "show our good faith."

the lemur smiled back. there was something insettling about the smile. i've got all the cards here. if it came to cases we could take him three to one. so why does he think he has the better hand.

"yes. perhaps i did get a bit greedy," the lemur said. "i thought the noteriety, and other such things, that came with a job such as this would have been balance enough. but, yes, i can see how equal shares can be considered better." he smiled brightly. "but, none the less, i'm glad my trust in you three wasn't misplaced. when i realized just how much you had left with... well, as you can imagine that i was a bit worried. i'm glad to see that it was an empty worry."

"heh. imagine that."

"but," the lemur leaned forward,"i doubt that i can agree to such an arrangement." his smile crystalized. "you see, i must maintain mine own reputation. and to maintain it i cannot allow a deal to be renogitated at such a late date. especially, since you knew going in that this would be especially profitable for you."

"yeah. we'd figured you'd say something like that. so here is our offer. either a four way split with us, or a three way split without you."

the other two yliaki shifted slightly. the lemur settled back in the chair. he seemed to have naturally found a shadow. it fell across his face. it made the smile all the brighter. it had much more of a predatory hint then it did before. the lead yliaki shifted slightly. he was beginning to feel like the floor is about to fall out from under him.

"i see." the lemur placed his hands flat on the table. "but. i'm afraid i'm going to have to decline, and stick to our orginal agreement."

"yeah, figured you say that too."

with that the first and third yliaki leaped for the lemur. the second began to get out of his chair. there is the sound of breaking bones and flesh. the body of the first yliaki falls to the floor. his still beating heart laying by his side. the third slumps to the floor from the table. he is unmarked except for the double twist in his neck. the second is sitting back in the chair a dagger is sticking up of his chest, just above the heart. he reached up to pull it out.

"you'll only die faster if you pull it out," the lemur said  as he walked around the table. he tried to wipe the blood off that covered his left arm to the elbow. "i guess i'll have to replace it. oh well. it was such a nice shirt, too."

he pulled up a chair infront of the yliak and sat down. he looks at the dagger.

"ah. i see you've decided to live just a little bit longer." he looks up and into the ylaik's eyes. "i could see that you were beginning to pick up on something. it is most unfortunate that you were not a bit faster." he shakes his head. "intelligent yliaki are so hard to find. but, i will explain it too you. you see it centres around trust and expectations. i did trust you three. i trusted you to be the greedy criminals that you appeared to be." he shrugs. "i guess, that i wouldn't have been displeased, if you had violated that trust. but, we shall never know. from that trust i could expect certain actions from you. and those expectations led us all to here."

as the the yliak began to loose consciouness, he thinks, laanx was beautful too, once. the lemur stood up. he walks back round the table. during the violence the item had been knocked open. he picked it up from the table. it was a ring mold. the pattern is that of a simple scalloped ring. he snapped it closed, and walked out of the warehouse. he whistled a spritely march.

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geelaki- noun, gentle yliaki. equivalent to gentlemen/gentleladies

[zanzibar]

Punctuation and spelling would make it more readable.

[steuben]

punctuation, like capital letters?

[Farren Kutter]

Yes, punctuation, with capitals and periods/question marks/exclamation points in the proper places. And commas and stuff. All of that stuff.

[steuben]

the wind whistles around the hut. the air holds the promise of a storm in the next few days. two woman sit near the stove, on opposite sides of the sandbox. sticking out of the sand were various rat bones. the old woman stares frowning at the bones.  the young woman looks at the elder

"well, what do they say," the younger asks.

"patience child," the elder says. "reading the bones is never easy." she gestures over the snad and the bones. "but, these are difficult for even that."

she points to three bones, one of which is standing straight up. "these, great strength im conflict with itself. here," she points to two ribs crossing each other. "good and evil intertwined. great amounts of both. here," a vertebrae near knuckle bones. "a gentle soul. no not gentle, exactly." she shakes her head. "it slips away as i read it."

she takes a deep breath.

"two others follow him," her eyes aren't focused on the sand. "no. not follow, they are with him. part of him, yet separate. a shade follows  him. always watching. eye, saphire eyes."

she shudders.

"running, iding escaping, only his footsteps in the snow."

her voice becomes hoarse, halting, "iron. fire. blood. steel. ash. trees."

she sags. the young woman starts to rise from her seat. the elder waves her back down. she shudders and straightens.

"put some more coal on the fire, child." her voice regaining its normal tone.

the young woman stands and puts a small shovelful of coal into the stove.

the elder looks up at here. "this is no easy read child. you'd best go home. you'll have your answer in the morning."

"but,"

"no buts," an edge to the elders voice. she looks at her and relaxes. "child, the bones only hint at what they see. and i don't think they know what they are seeing. it'll take time. but, you'll have your answer. go home. morning will come sooner then waiting here."

the young woman puts on her cape. she leaves closing the door firmly on her way out. the elder woman turns over the bone in the centre of the sand box. inscribed on the under side is life. she frowns as she sees the bone buried in the sand, beneath it. she settles back into her chair and looks at the ceiling. inscribed on the bone, buried in the sand, is death.

[steuben]

the two yliaki walk into the main body of the temple. they looked around. there was little decoration and a thick layer of dust. a complex braid was carved in to the stone on three of the walls. the fourth wall was filled with six large stain glass windows. beneath the windows out from the wall is a statue of a young woman.  she is sculputed wearing a long dress and a bulky sweater. her hands are clasped together infront of her. infront of the statue are three large iron braizers.

one of the yliaki walks over to the wall. looks at the braid, then at the floor.

"georg, i think this place was carved out of the rock as one piece."

"what are you talking about, jeos?" georg says.

"look at the floor, the walls, there are no seams."

"not like you can tell under all this dust."

georg walks up to the braizers. in the middle one is a single glowing coal.

"so where would the treasure be then?"

"don't know."

the sound of a slow tapping of wood on stone begins to echo through out the chamber. it seems to come from every direction, slowly growing louder. georg draws his sword, and tries to look in every direction at once.

an old lemur steps into an alcove. the echoing suddenly stops. he leans heavily on a wooden cane. he looks at the two yliaki.

"you won't be needing that," he says with a wave of his free hand.

georg slowly resheathes his sword.

"we thought this temple was abandoned," jeos says.

"it was. a very, very long time ago," the lemur says. he steps out of the alcove. the cane taping on the stone with each step. he doesn't leave a trail in the dust. "shorty after her act of defiance." he gestures to the statue. "this is the last temple in her name."

georg blinks. he realizes that he sword has been resheathed. he tries to pull it out, but it is stuck.

jeos walks over. he sees the single burning coal in the centre.

"then, who keeps this coal going," jeos asks.

the lemur shrugs. "i don't know. once these braziers were filled with coals. one for each of those who believe in her. now his is the last."

"and why are you here?" georg says.

"i'm waiting. waiting for the chance to undo what may have been a mistake." the lemur looks up at the face of the statue. "an act that out weighed her actions." he turns and heads back to the alcove that he entered from. "go home. there is nothing here of value to you."

"so you can have the treasure to yourself?" georg blurts.

the lemur stops and turns back around. he fixes georg in a hard stare. "and what were you told was hidden here?" the lemur's voice has a hard edge to it. "what did you think you would find here?" georg tries to move but can't.

"the greatest treasure of a dead god," jeos says.

the lemur looks at jeos. he turns and continues to the alcove. "it is there in the brazier."

jeos walks over to the brazier. georg begins to move his hand towards his sword.

"don't be a fool," the lemur says as he continues on. the tapping sound fades away in the dark of the passage. there is no trail in the dust.

jeos looks at the burning coal. he looks up at the face of the statue. he laughs in. the sound seems to fill the room.
"may he still be there when you awaken," he whispers gently to the statue.

jeos places a hand on georg shoulder. "come. let's go. there is nothing here that we can use."

"but," georg says.

"there is nothing here for us. what use do we have for the belief of one person."
"

[DracoDanube]

Steuben,

You obviously love this stuff 

Do you sketch them out on a storyboard?

They would work well with graphics, a comic strip 

[steuben]

the two klyros sat in the underwater grotto. the feild  of plants waved gently in the currents and eddies formed by the grotto. the plants were simply bulbs the size of a large apple on a slender stalk.

"this deep the rays of the azure sun reach but barely." the much elder of the two klyros said. "but even so these plants have found the will to live."

the younger klyros simply nods.

gradually the dim light from the azure sun fades away, till even on the surface it would be dark. the youth moves in the darkness to start a light. the elder places a hand on his stilling him. in the darkness movement becomes appearent. darker shadows move along the surface of the rock and through the water itself.

"don't move," the elder whispers.

the shadows settle among the plants as if too waiting. then the bulbs on the plants slowly open, revealing a faint glow in each. the faint glow suggests bright colours on the spines of the creatures sitting among the plant. the younger swallows, recognizing the creatures. their spines contain a powerful paralyitic posion. if he had moved while they were congregating he could have been pricked and slowly suffocated.

the bulbs begin to release a pollen in to the water. the pollen too glows. the colour of the light shifts from blue through to red. it drifts on the currents and eddies forming complex and shifting shapes of colour and light. after a short while the creatues swim off the ground through the water and back down. they cut tunnels through the patterns that quickly swirl and fill in, intensifing the colours and patterns.

this continues for nearly an hour before the pollen fades. gradually the creatures swim away. the last few taking complex leaps through the last of the pollen. when the last of the creatures has left the two kylros sit in the slowly fading glow of the petals.

"that was, incredible," the younger says.

"yes," the elder says. he strikes a light in the water, washing the light away of the petals. "it is always good to sit and watch the unfolding hoas."

[steuben]

crisse looks up from weeding the garden. the stranger has paused at the gate. he has two swords. one is rolled in a blanket, strapped to the bottom of his pack. the second is strapped to the side of it. he lifts the hood of his cloak back. crisse stands and dusts his hands on his pants. he glances back at his daughter weeding at the far end of the garden.

"what can i do for you, stranger?" he says as he walks to the gate.

"i'm looking for the crisse homestead." the stanger says. "i was told that it was along this road."

crisse looks the stranger over. he appears as a man that has been on both ends of violence. but, he stood there openly waiting an answer.

crisse nods. "you're at it. i'm crisse"'

"i have something for you daughter," the stranger says.

crisse frowns. the stranger sets his pack on the ground and unstraps the sword from the side.

"your wife wanted her to have this when she was old enough." he holds the sword up, in its sheath, the belt wraped around it.

crisse takes the sword and looks at it. he turns and looks at his daughter still working in the garden.

"yes, she did." he looks back at the stranger. "thank you for bringing it back. she took it when she left." he closes his eyes. his hand clenches over the sword. "when she left, i knew i wasnt going to see her again." he opens his eyes again; his hand still clenched on the sword. "were you there, when she..."

the stranger closes his eyes for a moment. he opens them again. "yes. i was there. she didn't suffer. her last words were of you two. she missed you both terribly. more then anything she wanted to be here with you." he looks at the young girl in the garden. he looks down. "she should have stayed here."

crisse shakes his head. "perhaps. but then she wouldn't have been the woman that i loved and married. you were there. you know what you were fighting against. why you were fighting." crisse lowers the sword down by his side. "even if i didn't know, or really understand."

the stranger starts to pick up his pack. crisse looks the stranger up and down, again. something in his appearence jogs an old memory from his childhood.

"thank-you." crisse says with a smile. "you were with her at the end. you were a good friend to her, when she needed friends the most. i owe you for that, and for bringing this."

the stanger settles his pack on his shoulders. he shakes his head. "no you don't." a note of sadness creeps into his voice. "i am paying part of what i owe." he turns and begins to leave. "take care of it and yourself."

"you, too. and i will." crisse says.

he watches as the stranger makes the turn on the road, and out of sight. he turns and begins to walk into the the house. his daughter walks up to him.

"who was that," she asks.

"a good friend of your mother's." he looks down at the sword and then at his daughter. "and someone to who we owe a great debt."

[steuben]

he sat and turned his helmet over in his hands. he looked at the others in the wagon with him. two of the guards with him were having a very technical argument over arrow construction. but, the argument was ritual rather than debate. it would stop once they got to their destination. it would be picked up again where they stopped later. others appeared to sleep or preened their armour and equipment.

he looked down at his helmet as it rotated through his hands. he pauses the rotation fpr a moment. the seam of a weld is facing him. that strike had left him seeing triple and down for three days. two weeks less then the healers would have liked.

he looked back at the two arguing. in the end it didn't matter the style of the arrow that you used. it sometimes didn't matter which one the other guy used. you could be killed because of your mistake, someone else's, or just simply because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

he started turing the helmet over in his hands again. he knew he was afraid. but it was abstract. he didn't feel the fear. sometimes, afterwards, he felt it. never before, never during. not even if he knew he was going into the biggest ratf_ ever.

he smiled grimly. "that's the problem with the 15th octarch's guards. we keep getting dropped into ratf_s. until one day the other guy walks out, and we don't."

he stood up as the wagon halted. the arguement stopped mid-point. the others stood as well. he put on his helmet.

"but, they'll know they've been in a fight," he continued the thought.

he turned and took his weapons from the stowage nets. there was a rap and one of the walls fell away. they lept down. the hobnails of their boots struck sparks off the cobble stones.

the streets and adjacent buildings had been cleared by the regular guards. the building at the cenre of the clearing looked like it was hunkered down against the onslaught it knew was coming.

he looked at the building. his captain ran over the breifing again. nothing of note had changed, sometimes it did. usually it wasn't for the better. it never changed what they did, just the amount of work they had to do. the briefing ended and they went to their assigned positions. he stood waiting for the go signal.

he knew he was anxious. but he didn't feel it. the deep red of the flare popped in the sky. he was moving before he consciously saw the flare. he dashed to the building. he hit the door with his shoulder. it opened with a crash and a shower of splinters and debris. as he went through the doorway, he drew his sword.

he felt nothing.

[steuben]

the young demorian walked into the tavern. he looked around furtively. he walked up to the bar and whispered to the barkeep. he didn't even pause in he polishing of the mug. he simply nodded towards one corner. in the corner lounged diaboli.  the layers of fabric she wore hid everything. but, the play of the fabric as she moved suggested far more then simple nudity could. the demorian swallowed and began to walk over. the two large, well dresses yliaki that stood near her table moved to block his path. she laughed at their actions.

"boys, boys, relax." her voice husky and suggestive. "if i have to worry about one as timid as this, then there would be little that you could both do."

the two yliaki returned to where they stood. she gestured the demorian forward.

"come, sit." she gestured to the chair opposite her. "don't worry about them." she continued as the demorian sat down. "they are protective of me. there are those that would wish to learn my skills by other means. but, they knoiw their job well, and i give them reign to do it well."

she gestured dismissing the subject. the movement seemed that it would expose something, but only showed another layer of smooth fabric beneath the visible layers.

"you know my price?"

the demorian placed three circles in a small bowl. the thick velvet cushioned that sound. "i-i-i did some research before coming." his voice threatened to break at the end of his sentance.

"relax, relax." she gestured again. the play of the fabrics again threaten to expose her, but only showed more fabric. "i don't bite. well, much." she laughs slightly.

"but..." she gestured again.

a lemur came over with a tray and placed on the table. on the tray is a plate with a small pasty on it, a fork and a glass of white wine. the demorian looked at them both before picking up the fork. the diaboli noded. the demorian broke off a peice of the pasty with the fork. he placed it in his mouth. he closed his eyes as he savoured the flavour.

"try it with the wine," the diaboli suggested.

the demorian broke off another piece. this time he sipped the wine, after placing the piece in his mouth. again he closed his eyes as he savoured the flavour. he quickly ate the rest of the pasty.

"i-i thought it was rumor." the demorian said a while after finsihing. "exaggeration. but i see now that they are true."

"yes," the demorian said., pride seemed to drip from her voice. "they come from all over yliakium. they all come because, with me they can have the best secks in the world."