untold_evil (untold_evil) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-03 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | zigureth, zimraphel |
Who: Zimraphel and Zigureth
What: More evil plotting of evilness
Where: Umbar
When: After they learned their cargo escaped. Somehow. Creepy bitches.
Zimraphel: I told you we should have sent one of the apprentices.
Zigureth: It's not a total loss.
Zigureth: Now we know one of them has the black art. This is better than I expected.
Zimraphel: *snorts*
Zigureth: Which one could it be?
Zimraphel: I doubt the healer. What about Daira's grandchild?
Zigureth: I never heard any proclivities before now.
Zimraphel: Ar-Zimraphel? She'd have exposure to it, but she was one of the despised. Your granddaughter then.
Zigureth: When I tested her as a child her skills were barely worth noting
Zimraphel: We test them again.
Zimraphel: All of them.
Zigureth: She'd some gift with animals. But she would not use it to steady the goats for sacrifice.
Zimraphel: *smirks* We each test two.
Zigureth: You can take Azra.
Zimraphel: The one with the most promise, then, for Pharazon to impregnate.
Zigureth: *nods at Zimraphel*
Zimraphel: *spoken like pharazon is a breeding stallion and little more*
Zigureth: *likes the eyecandy*
Zigureth: *hasn't had anything so pretty trotting around in years*
Zimraphel: *amused by his grumpy about her name**thinks he still wants his queen...can use that.*
Zigureth: ...*thinking* Last I saw of Azra, someone had botched an opening job. He might find it... unpleasant. If it is her.
Zimraphel: If you cannot heal or disguise it, then I will think lesser of you, sister.
Zigureth: *scornful look* I can do both, if it's not too late. If it's too late, merely disguising, I think.
Zigureth: You know how it goes. If she was laying willing with a poorly bred man, the pain would ravage her too badly for her to walk for weeks. *yes, put SPELLS on granddaughter's goods.*
Zimraphel: *nods her head* Aye. Smart to do that. Women these days.
Zimmy: I still say he should take them all so that we have a variety. The offspring of he and Miriel alone owuld be the true ruler of Numenor's old holdings. With us guiding her, of course. *laughs* One of the four would have to be a boy, to plant his seed in his sisters.
Zigureth: ...*considering it* wisely reasoned.
Zimmy: The child of the most gifted, perhaps, the better to spread it.
Zimmy: Assuming we don't keep the 'king' alive long enough to do it himself.
Zigureth: A pity my daughter doesn't live, her blood was purer.
Zimmy: He is talented >.> And yes, a pity. But her dear husband suffered delightedly, did he not?
Zigureth: It was a most fitting death. He fled, like a coward, and was shot in the back. But he lived, and they sold him into slavery as a rower.
Zigureth: And he died on one of my ships.
Zimmy: *smirks* Fed to the sharks.
Zigureth: most fitting, for a blood corrupter
Zimmy: *thoughtful* It will be draining, but the tests shall be....fun
Zigureth: what are you thinking. sister? The usual?
Zigureth: I could send for my tigers...
Zimraphel: Since we cannot touch them physically from here, we have to test them in other ways.
Zigureth: ...*contemplating*
Zigureth: Dreams.
Zimmy: *grins devilishly*
Zigureth: ...dreams like waking
Zimmy: The sort where they wake with the cut or bruise
Zigureth: Yes. Like so.
Zimraphel: Grand.
Zigureth: ...perhaps in a maze.
Zigureth: My garden. It would be an ideal place for a dream.
Zimraphel: When they dream, we can determine where they are weakest. I will have the seabitch, and my name-sake. Perhaps even tie Pharazon into her dream. He might enjoy that.
Zigureth: I'll take the healer, then, and Azra. King's errand-rider, my but how she moves up in the world.
Zimraphel: *cackles*
Zigureth: Perhaps if the weather is right we can call them to Umbar in an enchanted sleep...
Zimraphel: *griins*
Zimmy: Brilliant!
Zigureth: We'd need time to test them first, to see how best to call them...
Zimraphel: To find weaknesses. And perhaps secrets to exploit.
Zigureth: ...a few test dreams first.
Zimraphel: Or nightmares.
Zigureth: The seabitch will be easy. Her lover died recently.
Zimraphel: Tindomiel lost her sister in the war.
Zigureth: The other two are harder.
Zimraphel: *nods her head, looks thoughtful*
Zigureth: Perhaps tease Ar-Zimraphel with her betrayer kin.
Zimraphel: *eyes light up* *claps her hands* I shall, get right on it.
Zimraphel: *speeds off!*
Zigureth: *broods on the best way to craft a spell to trap Tindomiel*