Topic: Lucien's Return

Lucien`DeRaven

Date: 2009-06-21 11:01 EST
His return to the Red Dragon Inn was unprovoked; upon a whim, the Demon decided to haunt the jovial architecture housing a myriad of mystical patrons. His obsidian gaze searched the faces within as though curious as to the exposure of just one; was she here?

Indeed, he wondered of Kairee. The powerful mage disguised within the frame of a mortal-woman?s body. Her cross with his kind had always proven tainted and destructive, yet, he by no means intended to find her simply to cause her woe. In fact, on the few occasions he had crossed paths with her, it was anything but cause for him to want to create trouble - she being quite enough of that herself, in his opinion. Yet he could not help but be concerned of her affairs now. The beauty did tug at his sentimental side, despite her aloof and unappreciative demeanor often gifted to her many admirers.

The dark stranger to the Inn dipped his head as he passed patrons and haphazard furnishings, till he found repose by the bar-ledge; a usual sitting perch for Kairee, as he recalled.

Feigning thirst, he ordered from the tender behind the bar, requesting some sort of unappetizing beverage to spend his time in distraction. Dark gaze wafted across to varying faces, as the Demon sauntered with said beverage in hand to haunt the enclosures of the porch outside the Inn.

Appreciative that he should have this time of escapism from his usual demanding lifestyle, Lucien would indulge the quiet air out here and reflect upon a multitude of issues that came to mind. It would seem his time back at RDI would afford him this leisure, and, he decided, would thus ensure his regular return as of late.

Kairee

Date: 2009-06-25 10:19 EST
The walk from the Temple of The Divine Nexus to the infamous Red Dragon Inn was short. The Temple was next door to the Inn and as a result of this proximity; many a magically sensitive soul assumed the temple that was the source of the highly charged Nexial energies that were centered in this part of the towne. This assumption suited Kairee?s purposes perfectly. She built the temple years ago, shortly before her prolonged absence, as misdirection for those seeking the Nexus Point.

After that last incident with the demonic minions of the Abyssal Price Ereshkigel, drastic action had to be taken both to protect this Nexus Point and herself. Panther, being loyal, trustworthy, and non-magical was the perfect choice to manage the Inn for her, at least the business end of things. The Red Dragon Inn is this Nexus Point; it merely manifested in the form of an Inn and does not need to be ?managed.?

Nexial manifestation is a subtle concept lost on most. It was the demon mage Kaldimaar that was clever enough to deduce the real nature of the Inn and Kairee?s connection to the Source of All Things. After barely escaping with her life and sanity intact, Kairee knew it would be too dangerous to allow such a discovery to be made again. She needed to keep a lower profile and let people think as they will. The ability of the mind to delude, to misinterpret events, misconstrue facts and to muddle memories is so prevalent that little has to be done than to toss about some misinformation and rumor. Repeat something often enough even those know better, forget and believe the lie.

It worked and she and the Inn remain unmolested by those who seek Its power as their own?..for now.

Kairee?s thoughts were filled with the Holy Brotherhood of the Nexus who manage the temple for her. Keeping their religious fervor in check seemed like a full time job at times. It wasn?t until she turned the corner toward the Inn that the full sense of the demonic assaulted her.

Stopping short in her step; Kairee caught her breath. The depth and complexity of the demonic aura that overwhelmed her, for the briefest of moments conjured forth the memory of the day Kaldimaar stalked the front of the inn waiting with evil intent.

But this is not Kaldimaar. This aura is different; decidedly demonic, clearly powerful, and familiar but not Kaldimaar. Emerald eyes scan the porch and land upon well dressed trouble. The name he had given her leapt to her mind but she refused to think it. He had watched her intently some time ago. His purpose was never made clear; if he had purpose at all.

With a toss of her long, fiery red hair over a perfect shoulder, Kairee continued her saunter to the inn. The hemline of her short fitted dress swayed with every step. Her green eyes shifted to the demon as she approached the doors, ?Hey babes.? Kairee nodded to him as she would any random patron.