A request to Oerianna

[*DemonAbyss10]

Wyllys/N has started to inquire into Oerianna's location and had found a potential drop-box of hers. A note would be deposited inside, detailing the following.

If you want to truly end our little game, meet me at the following. The centerpoint of the Outlands Maze. Don't worry about the Khaasta,they have been temporarily cleared out. If you so desire to meet me, you will find me there. I shall be there alone, and I expect the same of you. And don't worry, I won't bite.

~N

[*The Lady With the Pet Dog]

*Oerianna would not show up to the aforementioned location. Instead she would continue doing investigative work in the Hive. Taking more than a passing interest in N, she strolls over towards a section of a Hive wall to examine posters laid out by the one attempting to start his/her own newsrag.

Dressed in loose white robes and a head-scarf which covers her face, she would peer closely at the propaganda flyers. She would then approach Hivers at random, and begin asking them questions in a subtle manner, attempting to gather information on N.*

[*The Lady With the Pet Dog]

*Approaching Hivers at Random, she would ask if they had any chant on the new newspaper that was being planned. She would ask if they knew anything about N.

The woman is a professional information gatherer, and would manage to approach a good number of cutters in the Hive. The question she would start out with is:*

"Ey! Ye aint look like a tout, but I'll give ye some jink 'f ye shed some chant. Whaddyae kneow abou this N' cuttah?"

[*DemonAbyss10]

She would likely get all sorts of oppinions on him, ranged from "Who is N?" To "He is just a rabblerouser" To everywhere else.

In the meantime a big distraction occurs while the eventual outcome has occured.

[*DemonAbyss10]

When Oerriana comes to, she would be a little drowsy, finder herself in a "barebones" shack of sorts. She would find that she is not bound or gagged, but that there is a rather large man occupying the room with her. In the dim light she would be able to make out that he is decked out in black and white full plate, and there is an oddly glowing blade against the wall, its red aura streaked with gold. His face is uncovered, exposing a huge amount of scarring. He would also be directly in front of the door.


"I see that you are awake. Do not worry, nothing has been done to you or your belongings. I just wanted to have a little chat."

[*The Lady With the Pet Dog]

*Oerianna rises quickly, and looks around to see if there are any other avenues of exit from the chamber. When she speaks, her words are confident, but a slight tremble in her voice betrays her fear.*

"No chains and shackles? No chiv to my neck? You just kidnapped me to talk? My, what a gentleman."

[*DemonAbyss10]

The man steps aside from the door, to the side opposite from the sword. "If you want, feel free to leave. Otherwise just listen for a moment." He paces back and forth a bit. "How can I explain it. The intent was to never harm you so much as in sending you a message to back off, at first anyways." He pulls over a chair from a broken table and pulls it over to sit upon.

"So, what shall you do here then? The choice is yours, you can either flee or we can continue talking."

[*The Lady With the Pet Dog]

*Oerianna doesn't know anything about this individual - she doesn't know what he was capable of. She isn't sure of his motives, his background, or his weaknesses. To Oerianna, knowledge is power, and she is powerless. She decided to play it safe- he did, after all, kidnap her rather than just approach her like a normal individual would.*

"You could have just approached me if you wished to talk. I would have probably done so. There are better ways to get someone's attention."

*Her intuition once again screams that she flee, but her curiosity keeps her feet grounded. So Oerianna just stands with her arms crossed, keeping a healthy distance away from him, listening.*

[*DemonAbyss10]

He looks to her. "I choose whichever path best decides the outcome. Imagine if I just came traipsing up to you saying that I am N." He pulls out a big flask and two glasses, filling them both with firewine. He then offers a glass to Oerianna. "First my first of many questions to you. Do you truly believe you are helping freedom?"

[*The Lady With the Pet Dog]

*Oerianna remains standing where she is, disregarding the glass, arms still folded.*

"Freedom isn't quite the word I'd use to describe my prime objective. I am mainly concerned with collecting the truth, and disseminating it to the masses. Clearly you've been offended by that somehow."