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Lucretia Meets Finn in the Etzori back alleys

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Lucretia Meadows
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Lucretia Meadows was a starving artist that set her pace practicing her violin, and while simply a novice she made a rancid little racket harping her bow across the hair strings rocking it back and forth attempting a very harmonious melody that was dark and somber. The strangest thing the notes were both tranquil and foreboding. The only problem with it was the musician ad her instrument was made of almost the highest quality and produced lovely sound.

But as played every so often the sorceress would slip a note or out of place key as shed slid her bow the wrong way from inexperience as she tried to flow with her instruments rhythm.

Dusk had begun to settle in.

And while her violin case was open, with a few paltry coppers and silver tossed in. There was a bright red bird a cardinal to be exact that rested snuggly and appeared to be asleep while Voila loomed close.

Through the labyrinth of back alleys Lucretia had done her home work intelligently. She knew where she was hunting taking time to deliberately follow the corridors during busier less dangerous times, and understanding of her environment her hunting grounds at dusk. Most were either already home departed from there jobs, or taverns. Shed lure those into the back alleys with her music, and if it felt right would flay the unwary and leave them dead it's how she survived and fed her addiction to ether.

So shed sit and wait while Voila acted as a look out and hall monitor of sorts, as her fingers poised gently strummed on the neck of her instrument, while her face was concealed by the silhouette of shadows provided by her black cloak as her red lips were curled in devilishly sinister little smile as she waited patiently in her web of music.
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70th Ashan, 718

Hands stuffed deep into his pockets, Finn strutted aimlessly across the streets. It helped settle his mind, ease the maelstrom of thoughts that bubbled up and threatened to consume him. Out here he could breathe freely, in his city, his home. But his time in Etzos was coming to an end and the day was winding down. Soon he'd return to Foster's Landing and relay all he had learned over the past seventy days to Gangui. At least, that's what the zealot would presume. In truth Gangui would only be fed whatever information had been approved by Tagley. His head still reeled from all the different stories he had to keep track of. One misstep and he'd bring the whole, carefully constructed cardhouse down. There were things he could say to Tagley that he could never tell Gangui and there were things he could tell Zipper that never ought to reach Tagley's ear.

Such as their plan to leave the city as soon as Gangui had been dealt with.

Musing thusly, a waft of music caught his ear, imbuing the flaming sky with melancholy. He halted to search the source of the wondertones and found a young woman with hair as pale as the moons poking just out of the shadow of an alleyway. The melody was simple and he could tell she hadn't mastered her instrument yet judging by the scratchy tones and still he halted, enraptured by the lilting tones.

It had been a while since he'd last encountered a busker, much less stopped to listen. Now he sat down on a low wall opposite the alley, his gaze fixed on the young woman as she played and played while he listened, his head cocked slightly to the side. In his pocket his fingers played with a little copper he considered to toss into the ragged violin case. When the final note resounded and dissolved into the fiery skies, he stood up, flashed a little smile at the woman and walked over to drop the copper in her case.
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Lucretia enthusiastically smiled snarkily as her ivory inscisor revealed itself in the corner of her mouth. The aberrant was most pleased, as she felt shed discovered her victim that was long overdo this season. The child seemed like something easily overpowered, like taking his life would be like taking candy from a baby; an easy flay day if you will.

Lucretia would be disciplined enough to casual about the child in her audience of one. leaning against the wall that thumbed a copper, as he approached the cultist emerald eyes spied from the shadows overcast from her cloaks drapping fabric. There was a touch of hungry anticipation that revealed themselves through her oculars.

But it wasn't time yet, it wasn't coordinated nor safe.

She took appreciation of his slick brown hair and slanted smile, although it was strange that the scent of salty air permeated him as she could literally taste it as it loomed in the air.

As the coin hit her violin case.

Thank you very much kind sir,
Rudy Red will now perform for your generous donation.


Lucretia would tap into necromancy as ether pulled from her form and she harped her cords to an interesting new melody as she sawed back and forth with her bow the music of the bone song as she established a link with that dead bird as it kicked itself up mechanically.

The undead cardinal fluttered and hoped like some kind of mechanical marvel, like a wind up toy. As it did not look or move with realism but had a strange level of intelligence behind lifeless black eyes; however it was not it's own. As she wove her bow the magic was stronger as it emenated through her instrument. Rudy Red kicked one foot up and hoped back, and then another time as it bobbed as if trying to move with the rhythm of it's piper as it hoped and fluttered in a way both amusing and completely unnatural like Rudy Red was trying to dance a simple shanty.

Lucretia was hoping that the theatrics would buy her time, as Voila was still nowhere to be found but the dinner bell had been rung.

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He had intended to leave after the copper had dropped, but as she spoke he paused and remained, not in the least because she'd called him sir with a straight face. It'd be rude to leave now, he thought, and with a slanted grin on his face he stayed to listen to her next performance. He considered the strangeness of the woman: how strange that she called herself Rudy Red when there was nothing red about her, her violin case, or indeed the violin itself. Now that he thought about it, the place of her performance seemed a little peculiar, half tucked away into an some long forgotten alley, surely she'd have more luck on a busy market or plaza?

The strangest thing of all however was the reanimated bird. He hadn't noticed the creature up until now and for a trill he thought that the bird hadn't been there before and was somehow attracted to the music. It wasn't until he noticed the bird's stiff, mechanical movements and unblinking eyes that he realized something more sinister was at work here. Now[i/i] he understood the name. Rudy red didn't refer to the emaciated, pale-haired woman but rather to the stark red bird that danced to the devil's song like a mechanical puppet. "Cool," he breathed.

Perhaps it was a wind-up bird? He couldn't spot a key in the bird nor could he hear the distinct clatter and rattle of some mechanism. Intrigued by the trickery, Finn lowered himself onto one knee and looked closer, trying to solve the mystery presented to him. He didn't even ask for permission as his small digits reached for the dancing bird's red feathers to assess the material. "How'd you do that?" he wondered as the song winded down to an end. His eyes locked onto hers and still he failed to see the menace behind the gentle greens.

There wasn't a soul on the streets, and even if there had been, who could've warned him against the immaterial monster that now loomed over him?
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Lucretia smiled faintly at the boy as he took an interest into her elaborate display of power as her fingers tapped the violins neck chords with a degree of familiarity creating that haunting sound while the dark sorcery of necromancy re animated the dead bird to her capricious whim.

The cultist liked how the street urchin took a knee with eyes filled with wonderment or perhaps fascination. It would be such waste , maybe she should teach him and show him the light of there savior Ellasin in these dark and trying times. The only problem was she just needed another taste of ether, as her insatiable addiction over ruled her decency as human being. She needed his soul, and the aberrant was a monster recognizing her vice was stronger then her zealous fanaticism to the coven. Selfish; rotten to the core, she cared not about his after life, only her own satisfaction and comfort.

When the melodious melody had concluded Rudy Red dipped his head and took a bow stretching his wing out as if to perform a court gesture at the end of the tune. Her necromantic manipulation of the small dead bird complete.

The cultist of Ellasin was happy to take a knee as she put instrument and bow back in its case letting the ragamuffin play with the dead creature before scooping up the dead bird with one hand and case in the other.


Cool indeed, huh?

Once upon a time, I traveled to a land far far away. And Rudy Red was gifted to me, he's a strange bird it's true. But did you know he was made from magic?

Here let me show you.


Lucretia with bird in hand concentrated diligently drawing forth the chaotic ether of aberration. As her sinister magic began to appear as a swirling mass of bright red energy that was constricting itself into a spherical orb that glowed and buzzed with cackling tendrils and dim hazy plumes of smoke contained within an almost blackened glass like sheen that the madness within could not break free.

See, look at the orb over Rudy.

It was enchanted.


Her Harvester Voila had finally returned as is stood several feet behind the hellion. When the aberrant saw its harvester familiar it was the point of no return as the sphere was around the size of a melon before suddenly the orb expanded like a kernel of popcorn bursting to life, as the ether within exploded outward contained within the conjunction. Creating an ominous field of illumination of cackling tendrils buzzing with energy and blackish red mist.

Although nothing had been willed within the conjunction.

It was an extravagant waste a light show of smoke and mirrors to oooh and awe the onlooker. Everything was riding on the final act to reclaim what was lost and then some from the child's demise. The treacherous sorceress relied heavily on the hope that the vulgar display of power would be enough to mesmerize what she believed a fascinated onlooker. After all magic was rare, and what Lucretia was performing some might even consider a miracle in its own right; but nothing was further from the truth her chaotic magic was pure evil by design.

As Voila from behind both hands outstretched would attempt to Drain the child from within the small sized field effect. Should the shadowy creature make contact with the back of his head it would attempt to flay.

But anything could happen, he could run from the field, hit her before she started there were endless possibilities and variables between her start and her harvesters attempted flay from within the conjunction.

But one thing was certain, Lucretia felt dangerously close to overgiving.

All she needed was to devour his soul however and all would be well, how sweet an injustice to snuff a life so young.



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Finn laughed as the strange bird made a little bow, but his smile soon faded when the bird fell dead. Zipper had made a point of reciting the different magics to him, but he’d never really listened, hadn’t paid enough attention to pinpoint which magic the busker was using, only that she was. Some part of him was alarmed at the notion. Mages were a rare sight, but then he considered that all known mages, at some point or another, had met with Chief Advisor Vuda which, theoretically, put them all on the same side. He offered a weak smile to the young woman as she packed up. “I didn’t kno-”

She’d already proceeded to demonstrate, and it was quite the show. "Show off," he snorted.

With a crackle the red, pulsing light emerged. He gawked at the sight and his eyes widened, not with startled horror, but filled with amazement at what was surely part of the performance. He stared straight into the mesmerizing red light, wondering what strange and wonderful magic the busker possessed to conjure up such a beautiful display. She seemed to really want to impress him as the efforts required to put up such a show were undoubtedly worht more than a measly copper. He could hardly complain though.

One moment the orb had been small, but just as his curious fingertips reached to touched the flickering tendrils, the orb expanded with inconceivable speed. Just a blink later the light and buzzing energy was all around them, enveloping them like a thick mist. “How-? How did you do that?” There was awe in his eyes, and he made no attempt to stand up or flee. Yet…

The elements whispered warnings into his ears, warnings of an invisible danger, a monstrous creature from beyond the mortal realm. Finn looked around but spotted no monster, no talons or fangs renting apart the curtain of light and energy.

And then he felt it. They weren’t hands, they weren’t claws, they were just a forceful presence on his skull. Some entity, some unseen thing touched him, sending shivers down his spine as it tugged at the very core of his being. He gasped for air at the sudden and unexpected pull and in the same moment became keenly aware that he didn’t consist of flesh and bone alone. There was something else inside him, some immaterial essence, the very heart of his being.

And it was being ripped out.
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Lucretia waited a moment as Voila had snatched the child's head from behind and began draining the child from within the shadowy field of dim red blackened fog. The aberrant fiend was not uncertain of her course of action petty thoughts of morality justice and injustice did not persuade the sorceress's actions rather it was something primal on an instinctual level like when a shark bites it's victim and swims away only to return a break later to consume it's quarry, caution to not get hurt in the process of flaying as she underestimated the tenacity of the child.

As Lucretia built confidence she proceeded forward, and leaned in as she sought his soul as she opened her mouth barely lip to lip with her presumed dismantled victim; although there was a famous line about assuming things.

And that's when shed begin the attempt to flay him herself directly as her Harvester continued to drain him from behind. The vile addict was convinced he was in a state of shock, that being flayed by her familiar was an experience like nothing he ever felt before. Having his ether and link to Emea being frayed and shredded as he was sandwiched between two thirsty bitches with the intent
on stealing his soul as they'd try to rip it out of him.

Should her attempt to flay him face to face succeed.

Lucretia would find something different from the norm as she consumed his ether and tried to drink him in. Hed be different, a better high that made the mundanes she drank seem drab in comparison as his ether was of a quality stock. The aberrant would find herself drawn in, closer and closer until plush lips met his as she quickly tried the siphon the sweet nectar of his soul this ethereal ambrosia as she rode a euphoric high reaching towards the clouds and every trill that past shed go just a little further.

Losing her discipline and composure in the intoxicating moment as shed have her vice being fulfilled in a way she never dared dream.


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