#attacking silvermoon

Teriaan carried on, observing the merchants who had taken their posts and the patrons who were already arriving. “Keep an eye on that vendor there, the human. We think he’s trying to steal from the King.” Teriaan was starting to give him real assignments other than moving crates and working on the orchard.

Goldie followed at a distance, her sword across her back. She ran her hand through her blonde hair and she was still dressed in Mora’s ridiculously frilly and girly designs she called dresses. She stepped up to Aman’thil and smiled at him. “What does the King want, Ter?”

Aman'thil had barely paid attention to the man as he lead them towards the main building. His focus was solely upon Goldie, his eyes dancing towards hers now and again as he stole a few glances. He rather enjoyed the outfit but, then again, she could be wearing a burlap sack and he'd still find her endearing.

“He’ll let you know when we get there,” Teriaan replied as they approached the building.

Once they reached the building, he let Goldie go ahead first before moving after her - that was until Teriaan's hand stopped him in his tracks.

Teriaan placed a hand on Aman’thil’s chest. “You fuck this up, and you’re dead. Do you understand?”

He locked his stare upon Teriaan and tilted his head slightly. "Your concern for my well-being is uncharacteristically kind, Teriaan..." He then leaned forward, pressing his chest into Teriaan's hand "If I fuck this up, whatever it may be, then I will gladly slit my own throat before the King's feet." He then flicked his gaze towards the tent's entrance. "Will you let me by now? I do not wish to keep my King waiting…”

“You’ve proven yourself, haven’t you? At least to me. You want me to be a dick to you, I can be. Or I can fucking help you survive this hell. Your fucking call.” Hearing his words and dedication to the King, Teriaan dropped his hand and gestured for the door way. “Go on ahead.”

Aman'thil's ears flicked slightly at Teriann's words but otherwise, he remained neutral-faced. A practiced art that he had quickly learned as it was a means of survival - a frown or a smirk could mean one’s death in the Kingdom. At Teriann's final command he entered the building and swept his gaze across those who were present, eyes stopping upon the King. He gave his majesty a small, respectful bow.

The room contained Sarinna, Evan, Goldie, the Flea, Mora, and the King, who sat on a wooden chair, leg folded over his other leg, and his fingers tapped impatiently against each other. No one said a word when Aman’thil and Teriaan walked in. They stared at Aman’thil.


A chill coursed up his spine, yet he remained still. Something seemed amiss. A test? His death perhaps? Was he one to be made an example of? He settled his gaze upon the King, opting to remain silent as he waited for the man to speak. He also ensured that the gaze was non-threatening, non-judgmental, just expectant and obedient.

A slow smirk spread across his face and the Rat King's fingers stopped tapping. "I want Silvermoon." He seemed to address Aman'thil. "But I want to play with that insolent guardian." He leaned his head back and smiled at them all. "Let's go guard killing.” Sarinna looked at the King and then to Aman'thil.

Aman’thil felt a chill run up his spine at the King's words, yet he remained still and showed no fear - rather, he found himself intrigued. "Silvermoon is quite the prize, my King,” he said, "and I'll be glad to aid in your conquering of it..." He then caught Sarinna's gaze in the corner of his eye and took that as an expectancy for him to speak. "Guard killing,” he said, holding a pleasant smile at the words. "How can I help?”

Mora's hands clapped light as they did when she was excited. Several imps started to chatter in their unintelligible tongue to one another. "Lots of skin, lots of food." She sang out the words and started back to her room because, of course, she was going to find something suitable to wear.

Aman'thil bit his lower lip, his eyes flicking towards Mora. He held back a frown, remembering that this was the King's Doll, the King's plaything - a prized possession that he coveted. A quick look to Goldie was made, the look innocuous and innocent but within his mind, he felt a stirring - as if preparing to leap into a pit of blackness. The uncertainty gnawed at him yet he found comfort as his eyes got lost briefly to hers.

He looked back towards the King. "Lots of food" he echoed.

"Shut up..." growled the King. Amanthil stood a little straighter at the King’s abrupt request for silence. "You said you know how the guard system worked in Silvermoon. We can get into the city and back out. We simply need to know the easiest way to get our body count.”

Aman’thil nodded at the man once it was deemed necessary to speak. "I can draw up a list, spots of where guards are the most vulnerable, where they patrol, and what times they make their shift changes." He then cleared his throat and gave a hesitant look, "I'll need a map of Silvermoon…"

The group drew closer as Aman’thil explained and the King simply watched him, silently. When the elf requested a map, the King snapped his fingers and the Flea was out the door. “You will have your map.”

"What about your Ratz?" The Flea asked, not even gazing at the King. "Do we kill those too?"

"My Ratz can either help us or die. Is that so fucking difficult?" The Flea didn't say another word. After the recent ordeal he had suffered at the King’s hands, he knew better than to open his mouth.

"And if he betrays us?" Evan called out.

The King smiled coldly at Aman'thil. "Then he watches Goldie die before we kill him." He turned to look at Goldie, who looked rather alarmed. "And that's not what he wants, right?"

He had barely finished when Evan spoke. Amanthil looked directly at the King, his ears pinning back at the mention of Goldie. "No," he said in a sober tone, "that is not what I want, my king."

The King was amused with how he reacted to Goldie. His eyes shifted to the blonde mistress and he smiled, turning back to Aman’thil. He grimaced and looked at Sarinna. "What the fuck are we calling him?”

"Aman'thil, my King."

"Too fucking long. Get him a name I can remember better.”

"How about Blue" Mora absently said as she came back into the room "It's several shades of funny..." She pulled on long gloves that her long claws slid out the ends of.

A few chuckled at Mora’s suggestion, although Aman’thil’s joke was lost on them. “That’s stupid,” Teriaan muttered.

"Didn't hear your brilliant Ideas, did we?" she spoke to everyone in general,," And who cares what you think, If you can't figure out how to be summoned, fucking fink." She seemed much too interested in the straps of her boots than anything else and moved back closer to the King, sitting along one side of his lap.

When Mora spoke, Aman’thil arched a brow. "Blue? That might get a bit confusing if I come thinking I am beckoned by the King only to realize that he was describing the colour of the sky or water.”

The King grabbed Mora’s hair and tugged at it gently, “Shut up I said.” He didn’t take his eyes off Aman’thil. Restlessly, he called out, “What else?”

"Numbers" Aman’thil responded. "I'll need to know who and how many are coming on this excursion. Some points of interest will need to be exploited delicately..." He then swept his gaze and locked his stare upon Teriaan. A small smirk pulled briefly on the elf’s lips. "I'll need his muscle and your Flea's abilities - namely the portals he conjures.”

“You will have Teriaan there, and of course, the Flea will accompany you. My Champion needs to come back in one piece, after all.” He chuckled.

Goldie looked to the King. “I want to go as well. I can be an asset there.”

“You’re staying here.” The King finally turned his head to look at her. “Oh, you’re definitely staying here.” He turned back to the elf, listening to the information given. The Flea bowed his head and stepped out of the building as they continued to discuss.

Aman'thil bowed his head as the king granted his request. "You have my thanks, my King" he said with an obedient undertone. He kept his facial features neutral for the most part but when the Goldie and the King had their exchange a slight twitch betrayed him. He looked back to the king. "L- the Guardian will be astute to what is happening eventually. That being said, we'll just be killing off his contingent. The remainder of Silvermoon's guards will be patrolling by at specific times, all of them have a system. A sense of order. A few well-placed kills will disrupt this order and bring back chaos."

He then looked keenly at the King. "He does not like chaos…"

“We only need a few guards, but oh how I do love chaos…” The King let out a cruel laugh and turned to look at Sarinna. “I want you to go. Find a way to hide from their eyes.” The night elf nodded. The King turned down to Mora. “And you.”

He rubbed his cheek and then glanced at Goldie before looking towards Sarinna. "With his majesty's permission, it would be wise if you and I held a discussion on what areas will require your expertise.” His face then fell somewhat when the request for Mora to accompany them but he nodded slightly, accepting this.

Sarinna nodded at him and waited to see if the King had anything else to add. She sighed when she heard that Mora would be accompanying them. Shaking her head, she moved off to the side.

The King clapped his hands and chuckled. “Well then, begin planning. Sarinna, get him whatever he needs. Let’s go!” The Inner Circle bowed at the King, who leaned back in his chair.

She was just as excited as the others were to be accompanying them. No, that was a lie; perhaps she was a little more excited than them. Her hair had been tugged and the redhead growled lightly in her throat, leaning back on the blonde tyrant she listened as they all went back and forth. "I hate them all...don't make me go…,” she whispered back at the King though if anyone cared, they could hear an annoyed groan just to pony up the display. She stood and stretched. She didn't really care, but why would she want them to have any doubts. "Do we at least have time to fuck before all this?”

The King beckoned Mora up and pulled her into his lap. "Stop being a little bitch and go." He reached to kiss her, his hands firmly on her hips. "There's always time to fuck," he said with a smirk.

The Flea returned to the meeting and walked toward Aman’thil. “Your map.”

Amanthil took the map. "Thank you,” he said, extending his words with a smile.

The Flea returned the smile and tipped his hat.

Flea seemed like a good soul, thus Aman'thil had grown fond of him even if it was not reciprocated. He motioned Flea over as he found a table and lay the map upon it. "Here and here is where you should set up several means of escape. They are areas not patrolled and are often derelict save for an odd civilian who has lost their way." The words were able to be heard by the King and those around if they were listening in.

"There is an obstacle that arises if -she- comes" he whispered, not going further into his warning as he began to gauge the undead’s reaction to his warning.The inner circle listened to Aman'thil, nodding at his strategy. However, they all turned to look at Mora when he gave his warning.