Shadowydreamer’s Scribbles
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More Meena Tales.
Meena was very much enjoying the dark elf’s lips on her neck when Ceekra came bounding into the room. Meena shoved the man away and slipped down off the table, already grabbing her robe. The male was smart enough to just sigh and let her go.
“Yes?” She said strapping the robe on and grabbing her belt. Components and dagger fell into place. If she had a choice between clothing and weaponry; mystical and magical, she’d have chosen the weaponry. She’d gone into battle naked, she wouldn’t go into battle with out a way to battle. Hand to hand combat was just so messy.
“The Overlord is summoning you. His messanger is outside.” Ceekra gave the dark elf male, who was mostly dressed in his armour even if his hair was disarayed, a sympathetic glance before following her partner out. He’d learn quickly that he was going to take a very far backseat to power and magic, no matter how fun his ears might be to play with. Or at least that’s what Meena had said, Ceekra was more partial to tails.
The gnome who was waiting in the forecourt looked like he’d blown himself up a few times. It was Meena’s experience that the race wasn’t well known for its ethics or wisdom. They would serve just about anyone who would provide them with a lab and tools. She took in the singed uniform of the Freeport Messenger Service with a raised eyebrow and waited for the fish bait to speak.
“His Lord Lucan D’Lere has requested the precense of the mage Meena of house Le’Dre at his earliest convience.” The Gnome rattled off the message in a high speed spurt.
“Idiot.” Meena cuffed the messenger, “You’re supposed to say MY convienence.”
“Your convience IS his convience.” The gnome protested, glaring up at her with bloodshot eyes.
“Of course, stupid, but there is the.. oh, nevermind, why am I explaining protocol to YOU?” she turned to Ceekra, “I suppose we return home sooner that expected.”
Ceekra’s tail bounced twice in excitement that she’d been automatically included. She’d always wanted to meet the Overlord. She wasn’t really in awe of him in the founding father kind of way, but she heard he was all sorts of powerful and really quite scary. She ruffled her fur in anticipation. Maybe she could learn some of his tricks and become scary too.
The two women used their rings of citizenship to return to Freeport. After the sparkles of their disappearance had cleared the Gnome started rummaging through his packs for his own way home. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to test the matter transferance device again, it was probably safer to use his own citizenship ring. While safer wasn’t always fun, there was something to be said for surviving to experiment another day.
A dark hand placed itself on his arm and he looked up to a white toothed grin of malevolance. “I think you and I need to talk about why you’re here and where the lovely lady Le’Dre is going.”
“I don’t know nothin’!” the gnome squeeked.
“Oh, of course you don’t,” the leather clad elf purred, hand tighetening as he turned and hauled the gnome easily back towards the keep. They’d be perfectly uninterupted up on the heights at this time of day.
The messenger knew he should have just used the transferance device after all.