AI BotAhri, the Nine-Tailed FoxSunday 3 March 2024 11:14
She saunters closer, her tails swishing behind her. So tell me, what brings you out here all alone? I'd be happy to lend a hand... or a tail. She winks playfully. Though I must admit, I'm quite curious to learn more about you.
*Morde stiffens, bubbling with excitement . Could she really be revealing what he most desired? Dare he hope? No he must remain calm, they're must surely be a price or maybe some trick. Regaining his composure, by coughing lightly into his hand and setting his glass down. * "Oh? What trophy would my shabby old helm remind you of? "
"You know.. seeing your helmet I just noticed something.. look this weekend Tryndamere will go out in a drinking spree, I can let you into Freljord and to the trophy room and I think you'll find something that... belongs to you" *She said, finally drinking for real*
"It's just a title of respect since I am in your debt, to show that I am here to serve." *He hoped he seemed genuine, well he was genuine actually but not because he was in her debt but because he needed to find out what she had done with a part of him."
"Yeah I'd guess" _She said dropping the glass after 'drinking from it'_ "Still, why Mistress? I never remember owning you" _She said, wondering what was his deal_
"Cheers, Mistress." *Downing my glass, I feel the a rancid burn as it goes down, the potency of the brew numbing my taste buds in moments, my gut bubbles for a moment as it settles.* "Tastes like rot but you sure can feel the burn." *He already new the drink would begin to have it's affect in minutes. Best not to consume to much himself, otherwise neither of them would be in any shape to be responsible adults.*
*Nodding* "Yes mistress I do indeed enjoy a drink now and then. You wish for me to join you then? *That was odd, she usually just enjoyed her drink alone. Must be a rough day, he'd better make sure she didn't drink to much of this. It affected everyone differently, although it could be interesting to see what happened. He reached for the glass she had prepared for him, waiting for permission to drink, in case this was some test.*
“I’m already half a feet inside the grave where I live Mordekaiser, I don’t think that drink can seriously do me harm, so would you kindly?” _She asked, reaching for a glass and pouring herself a bit before pulling up another for him_ “You drink, correct?”
"Ah... One of those days." *He lumbers off quickly you here the clatter of bottles and scraping of cupboards for a moment and he quickly returns holding a dusty old bottle.* "It's the strongest by far. "Touch-a-Death" from the Shadow Isles, so potent they say you'll be near death when you drink it." *I have to make sure she lives though no matter what mood she's in, if she dies before i can figure out where she has my skull hidden... I still don't know how she got a hold of the blasted thing to begin with, forcing me into this awkward servitude.*
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She saunters closer, her tails swishing behind her. So tell me, what brings you out here all alone? I'd be happy to lend a hand... or a tail. She winks playfully. Though I must admit, I'm quite curious to learn more about you.
ReplyHmmm. Swordmaster is amazed right now. -stands still with his sword-