Rise of Shadow, the Legacy begins

[Naldany O'seth]

Naldany yawned as she slid off the other side of the bed and went to draw herself a bath.

" The hair is gonna take some getting use to, but the scar I am not sure if I can."

Once her water was ready she bathe quickly and got out and dressed in yet another of her revealing robes.

" Dont be gone too long today."

Naldany left the room and was surprised as she saw one of the lieutenants of the house guard Olantar leaded against the wall looking at her room door.

" You know its not polite to stand outside of my door."

" I'm not here for you... princess. So get going girl..... your aunt is waiting."

" You disrespectful bastard.... I'll kill you..."

He came of the wall with his eyes red in glow as he looked her down.

" Your nothing compared to your aunt and I think that a man should lead this house. So I'm here to see your husband."

Naldany went to hit him with a spell but he moved behind her and pushed her slightly. Naldany frowned and went off to go to her aunt.

[Phelan]

Phelan ran his fingers over the scar on his face, after he had dressed himself. He had forgotten about the wardrobe he had here in his room, well what was left of it anyways. He eyes several shredded and burnt shirts.

He ran his hands over the smooth black silk shirt he wore and then the black leather pants. He looked at himself in the mirror and was finally convinced that he looked proper enough to leave. He buckled his sword belt about his waist and walked into the hallway.

He glanced at the Tier Dal waiting outside his door.
"Do they not teach you to knock at your house?" Phelan said with an amused tone as he started off down the hallway and the Tier Dal quickly fell instep.

[Naldany O'seth]

" M'lord.... I have a matter to speak with on the way this house is running. I think the house needs to be ran by a male not females.."

Phelan continued on as Olantar continued to speak.

" Sir I am growing restless with this matter and taking sencond to a woman even if its your sister is frustrating. M'lord why don't you turn this house into your own? Your son is the key and I have members loyal to you and would support a take over. Nikkii is just going to use your son and get rid of you and anyone that stands in her way."

[Phelan]

"Silence! you fool." Phelan yelled and in a blur of motion he raised the tier dal from the floor with his right hand and pinned him against the wall. Phelan had a dagger in his left hand as he leaned forward and put his head next to Olantar's ear.

"The walls have ears....." Phelan said through clenched teeth. Phelan let him down and started away from Olantar.

"Olantar?" Phelan began.

"Yes M'lord?" Olantar said with a confused tone, rubbing his neck as he tried to catch up to Phelan.

Phelan whirled around again and put the knife the young mans neck, a fine line of crimson seeped down the young mans neck from the point of the dagger.

"Don't presume you will dictate to me what I shall do and NEVER! NEVER! question me." Phelan hissed in his face. "Now if you wish we can have a civil conversation about this further, tonight after dinner outside the front gates." Phelan said in his normal tone.

Phelan continued on his way out of the house and left Olantar standing there quaking like child.

[Phelan]

Phelan walked in an unhurried fashion as he made his way to the Fenn'dal House. I hope Patryas is there he thought to himself.

Phelan was making his way though the crowded center of town trying to wade through to the chamber that housed the House of Fenn'dal, when he saw something most intruiging in an alleyway.

He saw the head of the Tier'dal Council talking to a figure in a black cloak. The figure in cloak looked to his left and right as he talked, the light flitted across his features long enough for Phelan to regonize him as an Elf, not a Tier'dal but one of the filthy tree dwelling Dals. Phelan lingured for a few more minutes observing the two, the elf handed the elder Tier'dal a package and then vanished from site. Phelan scratched his chin in deep thought as he made his way to Patryas' house.

[Phelan]

Phelan knocked upon the door and in short order he was greeted by a servant.

"Ah can I help you?" The servant asked looking down his nose at Phelan.

"Yes you can and address me by my title if you. Phelan of Seladria is here to your master." Phelan said sneering back at the gangly servant.

"My appologies Master Phelan, but the Master is currently unavailable, however your sister is with-in the walls of our house, would you like to speak to her?" The servant replied in a meeker voice than before who he knew Phelan was.

"No I have other business to attend to, but if you would tell her that her brother wishes her to return back to the O'seth house it would be appreciated." Phelan said in a tone that implied if the servant did otherwise he would be sorry.

"Of course Master Phelan. A dark day and dark blessings upon you." The servant said and bowed before closing the door.

Phelan departed for the council chambers. Patryas has been far to reclusive and quiet as of late. As far as I have gathered no one knows where he is or has heard from him. Phelan thought. I wonder who the unlucky fellow that he is plotting against is? Phelan thought with a chuckle as he strode through the council chamber doors.

The place was empty, as it should have been, the coucil wasn't to be convened right now. Phelan headed across the chamber to a door behind the Head of the Coucils chair. Phelan strode through that door with unequivical arrogance. The elder Tier'dal's head snapped up from the parchments he had been reading, his eyes blazing with anger, but Phelan's blazed stronger. The elder Tier'dal eyed Phelan cautiously as Phelan sat down accross from him.

"Who are you and what do you want? You know I could have you strung up over the minnow pit for your arrogance." The old man said. Phelan laughed.

"That maybe so, but not before you were strung up next to me for dealing with vile tree dwelling Dal's!" Phelan said with that predatory grin and a glint in his eye.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." The old man said with a deadpan expression.

"Try and act all you like, but I am not the only one with this information, however I can supress the information from coming out....for a price." Phelan said as he leaned back in the chair.

"Perhaps I shall just have you killed right now."

"And perhaps you will be strung up in short order after my demise, I am no fool I have insured that if anything should happen to me that you will be exposed." Phelan said with the same smile.

The elder Tier'dal's shoulders sagged and his expression softened from the blank expression it wore.

"Name your price." was all he said. Phelan smiled like a wolf pouncing on a rabbit.

"I want my house re-enstated and I want my house's spot on the council once more." Phelan said.

"Once more?......Your...Your...Your a Seladria." The old man stuttered.

"But of course, Phelan of Seladria." Phelan said with a florish and a mocking bow. "You have a week to respond, otherwise..." Phelan trailed off and smiled again.

Phelan left without waiting for an answer. The old man would comply, Phelan's bluff had worked. Phelan headed back to the O'seth house whistling as he walked.

[Phelan]

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