Post by The Smith on Oct 9, 2013 19:50:40 GMT -5
"Lady Morveer, what an honor..." The acolyte of the Alchemist's guild welcomed her as he slowly dragged the heavy studded oak door. The green flames gave his pock marked face a daemonic look. "May I have your cloak?" He offered.
Meletyne raised an eyebrow at him, she knew she was well known across Essos, but in Westeros... That was a surprise. "No." She snapped bluntly. She could see the man's eyes looking at her chest region, not sure if those hungry dark balls stared at her cleavage of the shiny onyx on her silver necklace. "Take me to Wisdom Malladhor..."
"Wisdom Malladhor is indisposed at the moment..." The acolyte deviated his gaze from her breasts.
"Did I ask you about his health?" She barked. "Take me to him... NOW..." "I... I'm afraid I can't..." He started to shiver.
"Do you know who I am, you little fucker?" She was not screaming, yet her voice echoed across the hall getting the attention of some other passing alchemists. "I am the Queen of Poisons. Now take me to..."
"Meletyne, my dear!" The old alchemist master strode towards her, with a grandfatherly smile on his face. "How long has it been?" With the corner of her eyes the Lady of Solitude saw a young girl running through the shadows half naked.
"Not enough for me to forget your putrified face, old man." What came across her lips might have been a smile... Or maybe just a twitch.
"So... My cousin's little protégée. Comes searching for knowledge, isn't it?" Wisdom Malladhor stopped some strides away from her, he knew her and she knew him enough not to do otherwise, in their profession there were some precautions you had to take when dealing with a coworker. "This way..."
She nodded and followed him through a even darker corridor, this way the flames shone a dark tone of purple, which was not a good measure to light a place but gave a nice impression. They came to a stop before large iron door, there was something written on it but the sim light prevented her from reading it precisely.
Inside the room she saw all king of flasks, vials and beakers, all of them filled with different substances, varying colors from transparent to shiny golden yellow.
"That's quite a collection you have here." She said, admiring a heart shaped glass vial. "But I need nothing new... Just need your lab to refill my storage." Meletyne cleaned a part of the table to make space for her to work. "I'll need ingredients... Recipients... Everything."
"Who would have said..." Wisdom Malladhor laughed. " The Queen of Poisons begging me for assistance."
"Never begged... And I'm not asking for help, just your lab." She threw a coin filled purse, it twinkled on the table near the old man. "That should pay for everything... Now leave me old fucker."
Wisdom Malladhor opened the purse, checked it's weight and smell. "That should do... Everything you need is inside that chambers." He pointed at an adjacent room, gave a bow and left.
"Let's start this..." Meletyne cracked her knuckles and started working. Calmly she handled the flasks and ingredients, boiled some herbs here and burned some exotic fruits there. The whole afternoon she worked on her potions, to heal and to kill. That was what she needed, that was what she missed... She hoped when she returned to Solitude her quarters should be ready, if not... Heads would roll.
Meletyne's Poison goes halfway to Expert
Meletyne's Healing goes to to Noteworthy.
Meletyne raised an eyebrow at him, she knew she was well known across Essos, but in Westeros... That was a surprise. "No." She snapped bluntly. She could see the man's eyes looking at her chest region, not sure if those hungry dark balls stared at her cleavage of the shiny onyx on her silver necklace. "Take me to Wisdom Malladhor..."
"Wisdom Malladhor is indisposed at the moment..." The acolyte deviated his gaze from her breasts.
"Did I ask you about his health?" She barked. "Take me to him... NOW..." "I... I'm afraid I can't..." He started to shiver.
"Do you know who I am, you little fucker?" She was not screaming, yet her voice echoed across the hall getting the attention of some other passing alchemists. "I am the Queen of Poisons. Now take me to..."
"Meletyne, my dear!" The old alchemist master strode towards her, with a grandfatherly smile on his face. "How long has it been?" With the corner of her eyes the Lady of Solitude saw a young girl running through the shadows half naked.
"Not enough for me to forget your putrified face, old man." What came across her lips might have been a smile... Or maybe just a twitch.
"So... My cousin's little protégée. Comes searching for knowledge, isn't it?" Wisdom Malladhor stopped some strides away from her, he knew her and she knew him enough not to do otherwise, in their profession there were some precautions you had to take when dealing with a coworker. "This way..."
She nodded and followed him through a even darker corridor, this way the flames shone a dark tone of purple, which was not a good measure to light a place but gave a nice impression. They came to a stop before large iron door, there was something written on it but the sim light prevented her from reading it precisely.
Inside the room she saw all king of flasks, vials and beakers, all of them filled with different substances, varying colors from transparent to shiny golden yellow.
"That's quite a collection you have here." She said, admiring a heart shaped glass vial. "But I need nothing new... Just need your lab to refill my storage." Meletyne cleaned a part of the table to make space for her to work. "I'll need ingredients... Recipients... Everything."
"Who would have said..." Wisdom Malladhor laughed. " The Queen of Poisons begging me for assistance."
"Never begged... And I'm not asking for help, just your lab." She threw a coin filled purse, it twinkled on the table near the old man. "That should pay for everything... Now leave me old fucker."
Wisdom Malladhor opened the purse, checked it's weight and smell. "That should do... Everything you need is inside that chambers." He pointed at an adjacent room, gave a bow and left.
"Let's start this..." Meletyne cracked her knuckles and started working. Calmly she handled the flasks and ingredients, boiled some herbs here and burned some exotic fruits there. The whole afternoon she worked on her potions, to heal and to kill. That was what she needed, that was what she missed... She hoped when she returned to Solitude her quarters should be ready, if not... Heads would roll.
Meletyne's Poison goes halfway to Expert
Meletyne's Healing goes to to Noteworthy.
Hope you all are well and happy.