ᴀʟᴛᴜs, ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇʀ, ᴍᴀɢɪsᴛᴇʀ (tevene) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-11-02 11:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: dorian pavus |
WHO: Dorian & NPC!Ashia Black (council member of the Beketh coven)
WHAT: An invitation, and issuing a task
WHERE: Glorious Purveyors
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: Nothing of note
STATUS: Completed narrative
The myriad of scents intermingling within Glorious Purveyors was actually a comfort, of sorts - it seemed to differ each day, depending on the incense he or Shaun chose to burn. Or maybe it was the magic itself, flowing in and flowing out - sometimes it was laundry soap. Other times it was brimstone, or peppermint, pounding ocean waves or the forest - crisp and clean. Or on a day like today, it was all dark chocolate - something bittersweet. Something familiar, something - Whatever it was, it intensified as soon as she walked in. Ashia Black, council member of the Beketh coven. She dressed like she hailed from Tevinter, where it was always a sea of darkness, shades like deep crimson red, moss, and black favored among those who ran in the same circles as Dorian. She wasn't like that in terms of personality, however - while Dorian wouldn't say she was warm, she wasn't liable to slip a knife blade between your ribs whilst you were trying to enjoy a theater performance. Or toss a dead body from the balcony to send a message. How gauche. "Ms. Ashia," he greeted grandly, swooping down to help assist her. "May I help you find something?" "Actually, I've found what I'm looking for - or who, I should say," she replied, switching her walking stick to the opposite hand (a carved skull adorned the end - it was quite classy, he'd always been appreciative of the aesthetic) so that she may reach into her blazer pocket and remove a letter, sealed with blood-red wax. "Beketh would like to formally extend another invitation for you to join us." Ashia handed over the letter. "And - a request." Dorian graciously took the letter, but he found he didn't have to consider what Ashia was saying. Not anymore. Not when he had no one else to consider. "I'm in. Name your request." Ashia blinked. "I'm sorry?" Clearly she had been expecting hemming and hawing, or something less than a concrete and enthusiastic take me. Something more wishy-washy, but Dorian didn't need to go down that road of indecision. If he did before, it was only because of Atreus and talking things over with him - but he didn't need to care what Atreus did now. They were no longer partners. They weren't even friends. As the wise Ariana Grande once said - thank u, next. "I said - I'm pleased to join you, and the rest of Beketh. Name your request." He had been associating with Beketh for awhile, working his way into their good graces and their cave city, which was nothing short of impressive - they were standoffish, not evil. There was no concern that whatever they wanted would violate any of his ethical or moral standards. The coven matriarch took only a moment to recalibrate. "We have always been interested in the Necromancy of your world," she said. "And we are interested in expanding our repertoire of spells. Our history goes back to ancient times, yet we have much to learn - there is much you can teach us. Battle spells. Offensive spells, more than what we already know. We seek knowledge from you as a new member with a new perspective." Her voice was as smooth as whipped cream as she explained, and Dorian had to try not to interrupt - because that would be rude. But he was delighted to be asked, and all too pleased to be able to teach others the way of Necromancy - his Necromancy. He'd been teaching Hazel, yes, and also taught at the University but Beketh was a wider audience. "Consider it done," he gave a little flourish of a bow - a bit of flair never hurt anyone. Dorian was already preparing what he'd teach first. With his staff and flashes of purple magic, foreboding floating skulls and magic rippling outward - spirits of the dead, becoming soldiers on the plane of the living; considering how taboo all of it was in Thedas, he was eager to practice and teach in a world where Necromancy was much more than something to whisper about. "Fantastic," Ashia managed to remain professional until the end. "We shall see you at the coven meeting tomorrow, then. To kick off your induction. Now - I was hoping you could help me find a certain amulet..." His attention shifted toward shop duties, but the letter she'd given him felt like a mark of pride and acceptance there in his jacket. |