Aliceinchains36
Sober & Godless
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Mirieth enters through the main gate at Lusthaven, admiring the gothic architecture and gargoyles, some of her favourite sights on this world. She smiles as the Biblical layout of Salem becomes clear. As a Dark Elf, Mirieth enjoys the familiar feeling of the fact that this club goes down, not up, as so much of humanity tend to build. Feeling slightly tired from her journey, she draws some life from the four slave guards at the door, careful not to weaken them to the point they are unable to fulfil their function.
She seats herself in the central area, watching, taking note of the various beings in the club as well as those lovely magical collars. As part of her observations she notes the strong magical powers of many of the individuals in this room, and feels the magical residue from below, reminding her of her earlier days training to become a Sorceress, her first formal title. Although her days now are much less violent and more pleasurable as her earlier ones, the slight nostalgia of the millennia's ago past is welcome.
Feeling the need to quench her thirst she motions one of the slaves to her, almost laughing aloud at the imbeciles bidding gold for an Ice Elf, her vary distant and rare cousins.
Roxy intercepted the servant on her way to the dark elf. "I'll take this one." Roxy said, taking the tray and approaching the elf woman. She radiated magical energy, as well as confidence. This woman was powerful and she knew it. This dark elf reminded Roxy of Mistress Abigail, and Roxy loved her Mistress. Roxy felt a rare sensation for her as she walked up to the dark elf, she was nervous.
"Hello Mistress." Roxy said, bowing politely and offering the elf a bottle of wine. "On the house." She said pouring a goblet for the dark elf. "Are you here for the ice elf? Or are you seeking something else?"