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Her mind twirling at the possibilities, "Yes that is amazing! Is there a way for us to harness or use them?"
She nods and walks over to Myrianna taking her hand and doing a bit of a dance of it as they move along. "I just enjoy dancing when I can, it just makes everything better. Come along my puuurfect partner." ---
Iris smiles at the attention but waits for Myrianna to respond to Dominique.
She seems genuinely interested and states, "Wow that is interesting. That is such an adventurous life style." A bit quieter leading into a whisper she says, "Well from what I have seen, I like you all. Some more than others but that is how it is." She strokes Myrianna's head and ears helping her drift off to sleep.
She agreed with Myriana, "Indeed new allies and friends. Though I am not used to having to hurt someone to make it work out. Something with your group perhaps? Would you explain it to me?"
She does leave Myriana to try to socialize. even as she hovers she would jump up to grab her, pulling Myriana down to socialize as well. She takes her present from the Gifter, thanking him silently. She delicately unwraps the gift to find a small cherry wood chest. Within she finds a gown, necklace, a cherrywood wand and more wealth she has ever seen.
Her voice returns as he wiggles his nose, she cries out, "Thank you Granfather Winter!"
She walks out in her gown shimmering like a cascade of stars. Crafted from deep midnight blue silk, it flowed effortlessly to the floor, the hem gently grazing the floorboards beneath her. The fabric seemed to shimmer with a subtle enchantment, reflecting the light in a way that made her look as though she were surrounded by a soft, ethereal glow. The bodice, embroidered with intricate silver thread, hugged her slender frame, tracing the curves of her waist before flaring out into the skirt. Delicate, dark lace spiraled up the sleeves, fading into a gentle mist as they reached her wrists, where fine silver bracelets twinkled softly in the night. Her hair, black as raven feathers, cascaded in loose waves, adorned with tiny, glowing crystals that flickered like fireflies. Her eyes, a captivating shade of emerald green, seemed to hold ancient secrets, while her lips were painted a shade of deep crimson, like fresh berries in the dusk. In her hand, she held a slender silver wand, etched with runes, which she twirled absentmindedly. The gown and her presence radiated a quiet power—one that spoke of magic not just from spells, but from the quiet confidence and mystery that she carried with every step. She smiled at Myrianna and whistled. She states, "You look ravishing. Thank you for the aid of your... minions... servants... I am not sure what to call them. --- She likely follows Myriana hovering above from where they had just teleported. She knew she did not have the prestige to be called a champion. If nothing else she flies down and advances on foot.
Iris doesn't stray far from Myrianna, coming back to reassure her with little touches and introducing new friends to her.
She speaks with several other witches finding out they are willing to share spells. Also they look forward to making friends.
She soothingly strokes Myriana's paw trying to comfort her. Then she tries to explain her thoughts, "Maybe someday... but no. If I joined their coven I would have a family of sisters. Instead I have joined you... and I hope you and your companions would become my family. You have welcomed me thoroughly into your lives in these past few weeks."
She seems to anchor back down after the words from the Matron. She stammers out, "Uh, no... I am not under duress nor do I need sanctuary. Maybe some direction. I have been a covenless witch for a few years. They found me and rescued me! I found love and hopefully it will make a family."
She ventures a guess seeing that there is no magic coming from the glasses besides conjuration... She takes up a wooden cup with silver etchings along the rim. Looking in she sees an orange yellow color and smiles after a drink of it. She states, "It is sweet and a bit tart... orange I believe." She also takes the offered treats not mentioned as poison. In all this she is beaming and enjoys the hugs.
She nervously states, "That might be true. But not all witches are the same. I will do my best and my knowledge is at your disposal." A bit recovered she looks at Myrianna and states with an unbeleivable air, "We just had breakfast! Sure last night was amazing and exhausting but I am still full."
She enjoyed the affection from both cats. She embraced Myrianna and loved her antics. Afterall she got along with cats better than humans. She looked at Desseer and the other demon. She steps forward offering her hand, "I am sorry my mind has been through a whirlwind. I am Iris Kristrille, and you would be?" She would look a bit confused and would ask, "Desseer and Myriana, where do I fit in your dynamic?"
A transformed Iris comes down the stairs next to Myrianna. Her black feathered wings following behind apparently trying to help balance her out. She quickly comes forward and states, "Sorry for keeping you. Wardrobe malfunctions with new wings and such. Are we ready? I do need to get some practice flying!"
She smiles sweetly at the thought but was not getting her hopes up. At the question if she was ready, "My belly is full and my body is restored. Sure I am adjusting still but that shouldn't stop us."
Iris enjoyed being led around by Myrianna obvious by the dopey smile plastered on her face. Whenever possible she instigates little touches of love. The cat emerges and takes the offered meat, daintily taking small cute bites. Her smile fades from her face as this seems to be a painful topic for her, "... I don't know. I was sold to my master by my parents eight or nine years ago. They were poor peasants and I understand why they did it. But when I could I tried to find them. The homestead was taken over by another family and they didn't know where my parents went. My sisters and brothers are lost to me as well. I would hope to track them down someday but I have no one close to me. At least until you. My master died two winters ago. Sure I made some friends in the village but being the 'witch' in the town I was looked down upon unless they got an advantage on me. No, no friends and no family."
The one word that comes to mind, "Hungry! May I cook up something for you or..."
Myriana:
She smiles even deeper, then states, "Bring the bites, I welcome them!" She plays with your t%** and boobs. She moans and shivers as your thrusts bring her pleasure. Tantric escapades:
The four of you get it on! Likely long into the night. The next morning as the sun shines into the room, Iris just snuggles in enjoying the rest. When requested she lazily gets up and asks for a bath.
Myriana: She smiles at your playfulness. With a wry smile she states, "Without my permission? I already devoted myself to you and anything you choose is with my permission." She helps getting undressed. She shivered in pleasure at the lick of her nipple. She just waited enduring all the touches until commanded to act.
She nuzzles back enjoying the attention.
She apparently chooses to focus on the positive, she gushes as she tries to move but fails, "I was able to give you life! That is wonderful!" Looking down at herself she looks back at Myriana, "Don't you worry about me, I don't feel the pain of it yet. I am not a husk anymore." She leans up but fails again to move. She smiles and nuzzles into Myriana more. ---
Myriana noticed when Iris opened her eyes and hugged her tightly as she said, "Iris-chan! I'm so sorry nya, I didn't knyow it would hurt you so bad nya!" Weakly she wonders outloud, "What? What do you mean? Pain?"
The blue screen updates,
Present Character sheet ability scores for Iris:
Once maxed out, the ability score gains up to 2 points of temporary boost. Conditions: Acquiring template, unconscious, minor drained ability scores, major damage to ability scores.
Then about two hours later, when her ability scores stabalize:
Her eyes flutter open and she smiles at Myriana, then a bit startled by seeing so many people around.
The blue screen replies to Myriana's actions,
The black cat would seem uninterested in most of the changes she makes.
Iris's Wisdom score improves from 2.7 to 6.7 as Galahad uses the spell. Yes Dominique's aura is slowly helping her by about 0.1 per round. Present Character sheet ability scores for Iris:
Once maxed out, the ability score gains up to 2 points of temporary boost. Conditions: Acquiring template, unconscious, minor drained ability scores, major damage to ability scores.
Myriana:
She seems to shiver from the kiss and soon looks like a dried out husk. A quick check reveals that she is still alive just hit by immense ability score damage. You lose the vampire template, which was a +2 adjustment, which will give you two levels. The energy leaves her as it vitalizes you. It seems that her charisma is the only thing that was able to resist the severity of the event. Looking at her character sheet you see a lot of 1's for ability scores except for Charisma which seems to have boosted.
Myriana: The screens do seem to react to your questions though not your thoughts. Horaks Would you like to Horaks your soul like a liche, infusing a part of your soul into Kristelle Iris? This would imprint a part of your soul onto Iris, giving her some of your special abilities. Also if you do die, and she is still living or undead, then your body can be remade using a simple ritual costing a good amount of gold coins unless you use special ingredients like a unicorn's blood. Would you like to take Kristelle's vitality either making you living once more or making her a vampire?
Myriana: Would you like to have her devotion be submitted to Decadence, Devotion, Enchantment, or Moon?
Myriana: Another screen appears and it gives you several options:
Would you like to Horaks your soul like a liche, infusing a part of your soul into Kristelle Iris? Would you like to take Kristelle's vitality either making you living once more or making her a vampire? Would you like to simply inprint a slave tattoo on Kristelle making it so she can't attack you and allowing her to take on some of your qualities? Once the selection is made you see her character sheet appear as another floating screen and you can see most of her details. The only thing missing would be her Matron. Which is squiggled out with random symbols as if you can not understand it. $%^#$&@@$%&.
Myriana with Iris in tow head off to her room. Myriana: She smiles as you dote on her, then says, "I am fine. I just need some proper rest. This is a wonderful room, I am sure it will be more than adequate. I wasn't sure how to act around any of this, one minute this then more swoop in. It doesn't help that I am a bit anemic still. Don't get me wrong I love being bitten. I will just need to invest in some restorative magics. Oh have you met my familiar Shadow?" The black cat shimmies up between the two of you under the blanket. She leans in and nuzzles her cat then leans in more to give you a kiss. "Do you mind if I sleep?" As she drifts off to sleep the black cat walks up slowly to Myriana. It extends its paw to your nose. Once it *Boops* you something strange happens. A notification appears, a floating blue box. It says,
If you hit yes the screen disappears and another one comes up,
Myriana was pleased to see how well Iris was taking all of this. She knew that the woman was getting hit with a lot of strange things, including implications that they were not entirely what they seemed to be. She felt she may have a lot of explaining to do when they had some time alone again. She was holding it together realizing that something, a player, is what they were talking about. 'What is a player' she thinks to herself. It didn't help that she was still low on constitution from the drinking of her blood but she was holding together for that too, 'It surely is worth it!' She looks up and sees the massive half dragon before her in a bow and thinks to herself, 'Did I miss something? Where did he come from? Is he... no... he is apart of the other guild because he knows the half fiend. Wow I don't want to get on their wrong side.' She addresses the half dragon while still being supported by Myriana, "Greetings, I am Kristrille Iris but you are welcome to call me anything but late for supper." She cracks a joke hoping it will go off well.
She just looks at the blob unsure of it, what to say or do. She continued to lean heavily on Myriana. So many foreign concepts her brain was abuzz with possibilities. This distracted her from engaging.
As their changes and situation were explained to Ink Myriana let the others talk for the moment while she kept an eye on Iris to see what her reaction to all of this would be. Eventually she did interject when she saw him experimenting with his abilities and said, "I've been noticing that mental aspects of our characters are influencing us as well. I'm undead now and thirst for blood while starting to feel jealous of the living and I find myself wanting to make bargains and not give straight answers to questions," all were aspects of vampire or fey. As she had spoken, she continued to glance periodically at Iris, worried about her reaction to what she was hearing. She didn't seems fazed by the nonchalant talk of assassination. In fact she seemed intrigued. She was holding out as the swings kept coming and was doing a stellar job intuiting what you were speaking of.
She doesn't resist and seems to be enjoying the attention from Myrianna. She bows her head and states, "It is pleasant to meet you." She seems like she wants to bow but is held by Myrianna.
She watches Myriana as she explains and then does her best to follow, "Ita-da-ki-ma-su nya," she said and clapped her hands together once mimicking the catfolk. She then began to daintily dig into many of the dishes. Taking a tasting from everything and then going back for seconds of her favorites. As she ate she asks, "So what are the plans?"
She smiles sweetly taking Myrianna's hand in hers and follows to the dining hall. She sits down and looks to Myrianna, "May I begin to eat or is there some formality before that?"
Iris nods in agreement. She doesn't resist Myriana, letting her take her fill. She rode the fine line of ecstasy as she was being drained. She looks a bit indisposed but silently nods to being alright to travel. She looks pale and a bit fragile.
"No I am fine, I have some rations and a few apples I can eat when I do get hungry." She smiles happily at Myriana. She is ready to walk and follow as commanded. "So we are returning to your base... won't that take weeks to travel by flight? What travel arrangements do we have?" She asks interested in what possible answers you will give.
She slowly wakes up and agitatedly states, "Ahh! That is weird. Oops did I fall asleep?"
"You will get your fill of them very soon," she states as they approach the large vaulted doorways that do not appear to have doors. You can see there is much business around as many light colored tabards move about the main room of the academy entrance. A dark brown robed figure walks up to the three of you and curtly states, "What is your business?"
She thinks upon it and relays, "Yes mostly. Reds focuses on fire and destruction. Blue focuses on water and healing. Green is actually earth mages as yellow is wind. Brown robes are focused on knowledge. Most nationalities and races are welcome to the academy, though a vampire and a ghost are likely hard nos. You could apply and if being honest and reveal your nature they may listen."
She nods and adds being a bit critical of herself, "Oh right, 'we' won't be having many meals together. Oh and I was never apart of the research teams. I just focused on general studies. Once I graduated I specialized in water magic, mostly conjuration and the elemental applications. Then went into the blue division."
She replies with excitement on her face, "Indeed it is! Yes just like adventurers, well only if the reward is worth it. Yeah they are always researching." Then she happily replies to Myriana, "Of course, maybe over lunch and later dinner." She is oblivious to the seething jealously that grew around her.
Walking towards the academy she regales you of her memories.
She simply replies, "No, I went to the elite academy in the capital."
"Sorry I don't know the most recent fashion or style. It is the heat of summer so less is more." She offers.
"Drow are a familiar race known for taking slaves also known for their cruelty and merciless attitudes. Better than undead, yes, but not by far. There are dark elves which are more akin to Drow than the other elves but they are nomadic and live as barbarians."
She bows in response, "He is Hawthorne the 5th, though since Hawthorn the 2nd we have had ten rulers. Each with 10 to 50 years of reign. I wont bore you with all the details. So that means you are from the Age of the Mage Kings. I would love to hear your view on the histroy!"
"Mistress of Webs then, unless you don't want that title spoken?" She says and nods in consideration.
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