The Sin of Love

[Kender Bard]

Sandra sighed slightly as she entered the palace. The hem of her robes whispered against the floor lightly in the back - she was wearing her very finest, black silk with crimson stitching. She wore mostly heart motifs mixed with the signs of Soahc in her robes. Many people gave her a baleful look or curious ones. Nobody talked to her as she was careful to give off the impression that she was on important business and not to be interrupted.

Catching sight of a servant she sent him off with her message and waited, clasping her hands slightly and sighing again. Bastion is going to get me killed, she thought moodily.

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The servant that the Soahcian priestess had tagged now sought out his lord, Nissar, hoping that the lord was in a good mood this day.

[tuo]

As soon as the servant entered Nissar's throne room, Nissar reached into his mind and forced him to his knees. "You dare to enter without being announced worm?" Nissar hissed out at him...obviously Nissar was NOT in a good mood this day.

[Kender Bard]

The servant cried out in surprise and fear as he was forced to his knees, and he shook where he knelt. "Forgive me, my lord!" the servant gasped. "I was sent on the request of a Soahcian!"

As if THAT was an excuse.

[tuo]

Nissar relented and allowed the servant to get back up. "What is this request?"

[Kender Bard]

The servant licked his lips and responded, "The priestess known as Sandra Railala desires an audience with you, sire." He made a low bow as he delivered the information.

[tuo]

Nissar was silent for a few moments before nodding and makes a dismissive motion. "Go inform her that the audience is granted."

[Kender Bard]

The servant nodded, more than pleased to leave the room. He scrambled back to inform the priestess, who walked into the room that Nissar occupied at a seductive pace.

Sandra bowed her head to Nissar, her eyes kept politely downcast. "My lord, I come to you on behalf of my brethren with a request of you," she murmured. "Sinfest celebrations have been underway, and we would be honored if you could grace us with your presence, however briefly."

[tuo]

"Hmm....It has been some time since I last attended a public event..very well, I shall make an appearance." Nissar replied as he rose from his throne.

[Kender Bard]

Sandra's eyes shone in delight at this proclamation and she bowed deeply to him again. "If it pleases my lord, I will be your escort...?" She lifted her eyes and gave him a querying glance, and something else more hidden.

[tuo]

"If there are no better options." Nissar replied while probing into her mind curious of what she is hiding in her thoughts at the moment.

[Kender Bard]

Her mind was mostly blank, filled with images of her Lustful lifestyle. Like a whisper, a solitary thought thread its way to the surface, briefly. I wonder how much you will enjoy the touch of my path-sisters.

She offered him her arm. "Then let us go."

[tuo]

Nissar smirks slightly and nods. "Of course, lead the way priestess Sandra." It has been some time since he took the time to enjoy himself...perhaps this would be good for him.

[Kender Bard]

Sandra led the way, arm dropping at her side. She hadn't expected him to take it, it was simply a gesture. As she walked over the bridge between the palace and the temple (the Soahc wing was farther up), she inquired, "How much do you know of my people, lord? We all know your first preference is to Evil, of course, but the other branches have seen so little of our sovereign leader...

Well, except Efil's. She smirked to herself.

[tuo]

Nissar pondered that for a few moments. "Well, I do sometimes visit the Keepers of Secrets to loose there lips.." He smirks. "Beyond that I have not given it a great deal of consideration."

[Kender Bard]

"We are the revelers of sin," she said, and decided that was sufficient enough for now. Entering her wing brought a veritable wall of music, laughter, shouting, and the smells of food. Sinfest was in full swing and everyone was enjoying themselves as best as possible. On the surface, the Morilantan Soahcians were not all that different from any branch.

On the surface.

"Tell me, my lord, what sin do you most prefer?" she inquired, threading through the noise of the room to find a pile of pillows where here pathmates were currently lounging. Most were fawning or kissing targets of their affection, and others involving themselves into more heated activity. Sandra seemed not to mind their presence and cleared a spot for Nissar to sit.