Mist Spire III

[AmberVael]

Tucked away in the corner of the astral plane there is demiplane. This demiplane is Aesa's planar realm.
Though small, it contains a variety of terrain. There is a small wood, a lake covered with mist, foothills and the small mountain on which her tower has been built. A path leads up the mountain to Aesa's tower.
The realm is obviously real, but something about it seems insubstantial and not quite there. The feeling that you will simply wake up from a dream, or that you will pass through the ground, is easily ignored or forgotten, but never overcome. Its quite a pervasive and insistant sensation.
Storms and lightning continually flicker in the background, and a thin mist coils about the surface of the entire plane, adding to its surreal quality. The plane maintains a constant, cool breeze and slightly chilly temperature.
Anyone venturing here who has earned Aesa's ire or comes in an unwelcome fashion may find that the lightning is not just in the background, and that the mist is more than just a whispy thing around their feet.
Furthermore, the shadowy, illusory nature of the plane means that Aesa can simply make it not exist... for selected people. It also allows her easy change over what the plane is like.
The tower itself is fairly small, but not crampt.

Aesa has now opened up her plane for mercenary buisness. Aesa takes any jobs that she feels inclined to take, ranging from tracking to assassination.

There is a portal that connects the first floor of Aesa's tower to the streets, and there is a sign next to it that reads:
MIST SPIRE-
Home of Aesa, Diviner, Assassin and Mercenary for hire.
Inquire inside.

BASEMENT: This area is connected to a small network of catacombs that lead to numerous places of interest. A few of these are Aesa's summoning chamber, her vault where Zchiz is now kept, and a training room.

FLOOR 1: The first floor contains a desk, a large number of chairs around a table, a fireplace, and is in general a 'welcome' area.

FLOOR 2: The second floor is a small but comprehensive library.

FLOOR 3: This floor is reserved fro the private quarters. As of the moment, there are five bedrooms, a kitchen, and a small living area.

FLOOR 4: The literal top of the tower. You are outside on this floor, and can see the entire plane. Apparently it is a good vantage point for throwing lightning bolts at things.

There is also a connected but somehow separate portion of the plane that is an eternally lit field of white, blue, and yellow flowers. This part of the plane is normally inaccesable.

[Kyrian]

Aesa puts her hands on her hips and watches him, smirking.
This is a normal situation for me. Standing over the fallen.
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Good look for you.

[AmberVael]

Aesa chuckles and gets on her knees next to him.
Honestly it is boring to win so easily. I wish I had a challenge.
She leans over him and smiles.

[Kyrian]

Rafael smiles as he grabs at her and tries to roll her over him, flipping their positions.

[AmberVael]

Aesa resists surprisingly well, but her awkward position betrays her and she gets flipped.
She raises an eyebrow at him, and a small smirk appears on her face.

[Kyrian]

Rafael grins as he stands and looks down on her. Standing over the fallen, eh? Seems to have a type of power to it...

[AmberVael]

Aesa chuckles and mutters something under her breath.

[Kyrian]

Rafael kneels back down to bite at her shoulders, closer to her neck. Sorry, what was that?

[AmberVael]

A heavy (but nonlethal) blow of force strikes at him, trying to knock him the rest of the way to the ground.
Aesa smiles innoncently.
Nothing.

[Kyrian]

Rafael raises an eyebrow and gives a mocking glare as he finds himself on his back on the floor again.

[AmberVael]

Aesa chuckles and rolls onto her side, tilting her head a little as she watches him.

[Kyrian]

Rafael spins around and turns, so his head is down by her legs. He grins and bites playfully at her leg.

[AmberVael]

Aesa raises an eyebrow at him. She looks more amused than anything else.

[Kyrian]

He starts trailing the bites up her leg.

[AmberVael]

Aesa snickers a little.
Does it taste good enough for you? Maybe it needs a little salt?

[Kyrian]

Rafael looks up at her and grins, moving all the way up to her neck where he nips lightly.

[AmberVael]

Aesa tosses her head a little, moving her hair away from her neck and exposing it a little more.

[Kyrian]

Rafael bites her neck, and drinks a small amount of her blood.

[AmberVael]

Aesa watches him with her yellow eyes.
Is it just a habit to drink so little?

[Kyrian]

Rafael gives a small grin as he drinks even more.

[AmberVael]

Aesa smiles at the sensation, letting her blood slowly replenish itself. She runs a hand down his back and traces a circle on the middle of it. Her wings slowly move to lay on her back.

[Kyrian]

Rafael continues to drink her blood, his hands roaming across her shoulders lightly.

[AmberVael]

Aesa closes her eyes and lets her arm drape comfortably over him.
These blankets were a good idea.

[Kyrian]

Rafael finishes drinking her blood and kisses her as the curtain falls around them.

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey steps back into the tower, looking rather haggard. Not exhausted physically, but rather mentally. He's worried about a friend, a friend who is even now a prisoner in her own mind. He honestly wishes he could do more to help, but telepathy had just always been difficult for him. Hopefully someone could get that bastard sword... or was it a great sword? Out of here head.

He dismisses his Shapechange and slinks back through the wall into his room, curling up in a tight ball in the middle of the floor and falling asleep.

[AmberVael]

Aesa starts and wakes, then conjures a small scrying in her hand as she sits up. There is focus and an extremely serious expression on her face.
Within her scrying, stars are streaming from the sky like bright arrows.

[Kyrian]

Rafael opens his eyes. Aesa?

[AmberVael]

Aesa doesn't answer, but keeps watching her scrying. Her yellow eyes narrow at the star fall and her wings twitch behind her.

[Kyrian]

Rafael sits up and watches.

[AmberVael]

Aesa "moves" the scrying to look at the ground below, and there appears to be some sort of riot going on. Torches are everywhere, lighting up a darkened city.
She closes her eyes and places one hand over the scrying, and it goes dark. She frowns, and then the scrying shifts to show a massive, ravening wolf, its jaws bloody.
Aesa clenches her hand over the scrying and it goes out.