<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Lisa hadn't thought the dreamweaver would abandon her, but the fact that he wasn't here and that Xavius had mentioned her being trapped, meant that she was not in fact back in the temple, she was still somewhere in his mind. Thus, she decided, that the chances of her hypnotized dreamweaver leaving her, were not very good, besides, she'd put triggers in him, he'd have to let her go... right? She shook her head, trapped okay, she could maybe work with that, she's probably end up being tortured by this guy. No worries, Great Auntie Sena had come out from the chambers in the estate covered in nothing, but gore and humming like it was her birthday. Okay scratch that, Lisa was screwed. She snorted. <span style='color:white'>"Hah! They probably wanted me to see if you were alive yet, which obviously you are, but I dunno, if I made hits for money they'd probably have signed me up for that too,"</span> she said shrugging, if she could give away her employer about now then she would have, but she didn't know who it was, so she couldn't dangle that information for Xavius, she'd already mentioned she didn't know who the hell had sent her.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> With a sigh Xavius changed the scene again. This time they were in his library. He sat down upon a chair by a fireplace. The design of the great room was grand. Albeit dark, but grand nonetheless. Books filled many shelves on either side of the room. He had read them all yet he wondered if any new ones were in his dream. He didn't care though gestured to the seat across from him for Selvi to sit in. <span style='color:red'> "I would know your real name. I'm sure Selvi is not really it. I will allow you to call me Xavius if you do."</span> As he said this he took up a bottle of wine from the table in front him and poured a bit into a black goblet nearby. He then set the bottle along with another goblet on the other side of the table for his guest. He knew wine in a dream didn't mean much but it was better then nothing. He drank a bit of the goblets sweet content and it still managed to refresh him. </span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She shook her head to the wine, far more enraptured with the multitude of books that had appeared, it didn't begin to rival her own family's library, but very little could. She paced to a shelf and ran her finger down the length of the line of books, only looking down when her nail snagged on a loose thread. <span style='color:white'>"Lisad,"</span> she muttered, her name wasn't a big deal, not actually interesting, she didn't care what he called her really, first order of business was to maybe get out of this alive. Lisa looked at the book, leather bound and black, what the heck had her finger caught on? There was no title, typical. She cracked it open to a random page, the letters jumped out at her. <span style='color:white'>"Tilghe? Didn't think anyone was stupid enough to try and do business with them... You know the language?</span> she asked, for that was indeed what the book was written in, she didn't know enough to translate, only to know what it was.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>and BAM! there was post... jeeze, sorry it's so lame</td></tr></table>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> Xavius glanced over towards the thill. Lisad. He was grateful that she would tell him at least that at this point. He looked back at his goblet and sipped down the last bits of liquid, which seeped through his mask. Why not? This was his dream. However he had no intention of getting drunk even if this was just imaginary wine he wouldn't drink more. He had never been drunk yet, he didn't plan on starting in his own mind. Tossing the cup into the fire he leaned back and relaxed, hands clasped across his chest. <span style='color:red'> "I have thoroughly read through it more then once, so I suppose I do yes. Albeit I might have read it a tad wrong for I figured out the language myself. However I can assure you I have no real connections with the Tilghe." </span> Xavius got up and walked up a spiral staircase to the second floor. running his gauntlet clad fingers along the book spines he finally found the one he was looking for, a translated version of the text she held. Appearing at the edge of the second floor rail he tossed the book down to Lisad. <span style='color:red'> "Tell me, Lisad, what do you know of the Tilghe?" </span> </span></div></td></tr></table></div> [OOC] Ummm ps. I don't know what Tilghe is
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Lisa snorted, she could believe he had no connection with the tilghe, the tilghe hated to have a connection with anyone really, they followed some out of a feeling a duty, never out of friendship or loyalty. <span style='color:white'>"I don't know jack shit about the tilghe, supposedly several thousand years ago in my family one of the temporikinetic tilghe managed to impregnate one of the women, and since then that branch of the family has been less mentally stable, but incredibly adept at chronokenisis, not that it does them much good, they can pick up the language like that,"</span> she snapped her fingers. <span style='color:white'>"but they're generally too far gone to know where to find other tilghe or reach out to them, or even really use their power in a constructive way, we try not to associate with them because we're afraid they might make out secure little empire come crumbling down,"</span> she said. She didn't really mind divulging the information because she hadn't given her last name, and even if he had heard somewhere about such a family they had a different last name than herself, the only connection were two vampdragon ancestors that just happened to still be alive, both with different last names despite the mother/daughter relation, and neither could be tracked right to her very quickly. She put the book on the shelf and caught the English version that Xavius tossed to her. No title, how typical, but upon opening it she saw notes on black magic as well as notes on torture using black magic or darkly influenced objects. She shuddered, this was a whole new level of 'best not fuck with anything'.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>http://shadowlack.com/life/fauna.php?id=78Tilghe</a></td></tr></table>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'> Xavius nodded as he watched her open then the book. He knew she might find the contents disturbing. For that particular book was entirely on Atrakinetic Tilghe. Tricksters and mischievous by nature they were also the topic of many a children stories to keep young ones in line. There use of dark magic fascinated Xavius as well as their natural knack for feeding off ones fear. Xavius had learned much in the ways of torture of the mind from the piece of literature in which Lisad held. Xavius pointed to another bookshelf in the dreamed library. <span style='color:red'> "I do have other books upon the Tilghe, upon the other elementals of the their family. I am not one to read in a biased manner. I'm sure you might have some sort of interest in the text on the Temporikinetics. Perhaps you might just learn a bit more of your no doubt aloof family branch. Visit me in the Manik swamps and I may even let you borrow the original and its translation." </span> Xavius meant what he said, for she was invited to his home as far as he was concerned. Perhaps together they could find her employer, and may teach him to meddle in his or her own affairs. Xavius would be more then willing to pay for that information. He made his way to the spiral stairs and began to walk down again. <span style='color:red'> "The Tilghe are. as you may have guessed, another fascination of mine. I have often stood in a place were I might attract ones attention, calling out to them. I often call them things such as "rypic piurkm". Which in our tongue is Nobel beings. However I have not found one yet that will reveal iteself to me." </span> Xavius said this with a sigh. What good company a Tiglhe would be. The things they could learn together. The things they could do together. </span></div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>The invitation to visit Xavius threw her, why show her distaste then offer to invite her into his home, evven when he already knew her intentions? She didn't understand it, but didn't question it, instead she became wrapped up in reading about one of the less humane tortures in the book, she would have wretched, but she hadn't the food in her to do it. <span style='color:quot'>Trust me, I don't want anything to do with them, they make life a bit tough, every now and again one of them comes along and they're sane. There's no real way to keep an eye on them because they can do just about whatever they want, I'm pretty sure we kill the sane ones if they come to us, but they just keep coming, you know, only one every hundred years or so.</span> she said. The fact that her family killed off other brances of itself didn't seem to bother her. She mentioned it carelessly, as one would mention having a family dog, completely normal, right... She snorted and then burst into laughter when Xavius said he'd had no luck finding a Tilghe, dropping the book and sinking to the floor. <span style='color:white'>"You don't need to call for them, I don't know how they like that, how would you feel if someone summoned you with sweet words? I'd be a little suspicious and stay the hell away. If you've come in contact with them, you can track them, at least, that's what a friend of mine says. She's rubbish at tracking, but says that once you get a whiff of one, you could follow them to the end of the earth,"</span> she shrugged and recollected herself, putting the book on a nearby table.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
He raised one eyebrow as she buckled over laughing. He didn't see what was so funny. It was annoying really, he considered it almost childish and ignored it. <span style='color:red'> "The truth is I only would invite you here so you might help me find the person who hired you. I'm anxious to meet them. They are if nothing else, as of now marked." </span> He said. He decided to move from the subject of Tilghe and back to the more important things. He didn't actually need a companion like that, it would be more of a convienience to him. <span style='color:red'> "And of course, I would be willing to pay more then your current employer did for that bit of information." </span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify">Lisa nodded, then shivered violently, it felt like something was sucking out her insides via her spine, not a comfy feeling. <span style='color:white'>"I'm afraid this will be cut short, I seem to have someone forcing me awake,"</span> she gasped, once again wishing she had enough food in her to wretch. <span style='color:white'>"I'm in the black market, ask for LSD,"</span> She closed her eyes and envisioned the dream around her as though it were a spider web, metaphorically cutting the strands until it let go. She awoke abruptly, a foul taste in her mouth, and a temple priest above her. She didn't think they existed here anymore. Her head ached and she turned over as she sat, facing father into the temple. Something on the floor caught her eye and she realized she had been sick, probably more than once by the look on the priest's face. The priest waved their hands and everything was clean once again. He looked at Lisa, then to the flunkie leaning on the pillar, still unconsious, shook his head and pointed towards the largest altar. "Pray, absolve yourself of your sins and pray," he said, quietly, but still commanding. She nodded and scrambled to get up, hurrying to the altar.</div></td></tr></table> </div>
