A Proposal [Pre Recent CANNON RP]

 Thibor the Cruel

Thibor had finally calmed, most of his ire drained by the strenuous work of reinforcing his enchantments and barriers around his realm. He still did not understand this sudden show of weakness on Xytrinah's part and that bothered him. Had it been weakness? Was she plotting something more that had escaped him? If so how? He had to know though he doubted he would be as welcome as he once was. It would not be the first time his temper had gotten him into trouble and it would not be the last. Still he knew something of Xytrinah that no one else did and he intended to use it to his advantage now. He lets his metaphysical self slip into that arcance reality beyond this one and almost immediately he felt the tug of her essence pulling against his own.

Whether she liked it or not they were inextricably bound now. Thibor wasn't even sure he could undo what he had forged that day at the temple. He harnessed his strength together and began to tug back, his essence pulling on that part of him that was inherently his as he spoke the words aloud." Xytrinah come to me. Come to me and let us discuss these events. I am curious now and you are angry no doubt. Still your ire will cool and you cannot deny that we are bound, you and I. My anger burns in you and yours burns in me but still I need answers to the riddle you pose and I will have them." These words would carry on the metaphysical ether and would be not so much heard but felt by Xytrinah wherever she would be. They also constituted an invitation which is all she would need to pass through the barriers he had erected around his kingdom.

"Xytrinah Come to me. I feel the pull of you upon my very core and you feel my pull upon yours. Submit and let me sate my curiosity and perhaps I will let you pour out your wrath upon me. Come Xytrinah Come to me. Let us not be so easily parted by quick tempers and strange decisions. I know that I fascinate you and you fascinate me. There is no denying it. Indulge your fascination but for a moment and hear my questions and let me hear your answers and then I will allow you to say your piece. Perhaps we can reconcile these differences perhaps not but nothing was ever hurt by talk now was it?"

 His voice held the tone of the serpent in the Garden of Eden itself and yet he spoke of talk never hurting. Still it was a reasonable enough request and it was the closest that Thibor had ever come to admitting he was wrong.

To Make A Nightmare [PRE RECENT CANON RP]

 Thibor the Cruel

Thibor snarled as he guided the unwieldy warrior into the landing bay. the massive beast thrashed and roared, unwilling to go back to it's captivity but Thibor was not in the mood for such impudence. His telepathic force came down like a psychic hammer upon the tiny mind of the massive creature. A pitiful yelp and an almost apologetic burbling sound came from the amorphous armored thing and it began to slowly make it's way back to it's holding pen.

Thibor stalked through the halls until at last he came to his workroom where he slammed the door, a sign that he did not wish to be disturbed. Immediately he began to transcribe the horrific imaginings of his dreams to parchment with furious sepia colored slashes of his quill. He created plans, strange plans the likes of which had never been seen before. First he designed massive smelting furnaces, created from the rich spoils of his planar mines. Several of the air shafts that fed into the mountain's interior would be utilized for chimneys but more could always be dug. The new furnaces would occupy a massive area that

Thibor had once considered making into a sort of entertainment chamber for affairs of state and the like, but then it became painfully clear that he would never be able to be diplomatic. Not only would these furnaces provide raw metal to create his magichanical abominations but they would also allow him to process the precious metals that he had been excavating. He had thought at one time to open trade relations with the other realms around him, but this seemed to be a singularly rich world where all the needs of a kingdom could be found within it's own borders. The ore simply sat in the mine gathering dust and taking up space, space that could be saved by smelting it into ingots. He was painstakingly detailed in his drawings, making sure to note every measurement and every material, giving cross sections and shapes when necessary, all the better for his servitors to understand.

The next set of plans were things of horror indeed. Orcs and humans were the subjects of his work but not as they were created on this world but instead altered by his strange new inspiration into something more than what they were. Missing arms were replaced by bladed talons composed of metals and gears and pistons and cylinders. Eyes were great gems that allowed the bearer to see the unseen and the true nature of things. Legs were replaced with new  constructs that would allow them to run faster than any man and jump over siege walls with a single leap. The process itself was still untested but the inspiration was there. He would have the furnaces built regardless as and he would being his experimentations on the cattle below his Aerie. The enchantments and the actual surgery involved in putting all the new apparati on would be masterworks in and of themselves but once perfected it would be a relatively simple matter that he could even teach the brutish shamans to perform, thus making the process go quicker.

He smiled as he looked upon his work and he knew the world would despair. "Smite Eye come here!" He bellowed. His voice carried through a series of crystal lined channels and resonant veins that ran throughout the aerie and soon Smite Eye, his finest siege engineer, was knocking on the door. The orc had earned his moniker from his one blind eye that many believed to have the power of the evil eye. "Come" Thibor said brusquely and the squat orc came in."I have a project for your corps Smite Eye." Thibor said as he unfurled the plans for the furnaces."How long do you think given our current stockpile of metal and the very unique components that will be required to smelt some of the more resilient compounds?" Smite Eye examined the plans with a practiced eye, noting the scale and dimensions."If we utilize some brute labor from the infantry and the miners themselves we can have it done inside of a month. That's working through the night and into the day." Smite Eye didn't seem to mind this too much. He wouldn't be working only directing the work of others.

The Heart of Celebration: Black Orchid Festival [CANON]

Sometimes we long for the nostalgia of things unknown,
 of lands forgotten or those visited during the fever of dreams.

At times, longing for the gleam of yellow suns upon terraces of translucent marble,
mocking the windless waters of lakes unfathomably calm.

Or seeking lost, legendary palaces of serpentine,
silver and ebony from the most desirous of nightmares....

Uachauguthlo System IV- U'rsthollosha Spiral
The K'ctha-Zothan Imperial 1st Anniversary: Hēi'Lánhuā Festival
Cyotha-Ysha Palace.

Strange Reflections: The Phantoms of Reverie
T.H.E H.E.A.R.T O.F C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.I.O.N

The Imperial Palace's frame delved deep beneath the scintillating parapets with adjacent structures, its roots thrust deep into the dense substratum of the planet. Constructed of polished crystalline-black metals and mirrored crystals, sparkling in the blazing illuminations from phosphorescent panels, electro-luminescence strips and moonlight. Various obelisks erupting from the face of the citadel eternally fixed to claim the stars. Filled with numerous antechambers serving an assortment of functions, including data towers storing classified and restricted files from across known and unknown galaxies outside of the Uachauguthlo System, including exploration surveys and space charts which could be exceptionally precarious if fallen into questionable hands.

Poignant, gliding across the diminished leathers as the computerized drone of the hovercrafts door lifted to allow Xytrinah's exit. Placid zephyrs playing with the strands of hair, tossing them back in ethereal kisses where then cold wind-talons raked as if to flay the beauty away from sinew only to be starved of desires and such primordial pleasures. Manicured brow arching while glancing over the armored guards, their veritable 'savage images' of vicious sub-species glimmering in the approach of ebonized mirrors casting back the horror of their forms, but to her there was much to admire in the brutal savagery of the race; deemed beautiful in its own rights.