Syvbia (Vonghal) Dragonbane
Fromm- Part5
Logart raised his arm, doing as he asked.
“ Excellent, it seems you have full motor control. You may find your fine manipulation lacking at first, but it will come back to you in time.” Fromm assured.
“ Interesting display.” Lurid had become attentive with the procedure.
“ Finally, the jaw.” Fromm said.
“ Without the touch-ups, he should probably wait a few weeks for the bones to settle in.” Snakewrithe looked to Logart.
Logart sat up slowly, his body flashes multiple times with electric blue mist. "Very well done, Fromm."
“ Thank you, sir.” Fromm sounding most grateful.
Syvbia clasped her hands together anxiously and continued to watch.
“Madame, would you care to assist me in the next stage?” Fromm asked of Syvbia. “ I need you to hold the jaw in place while I suture it to the skull.”
Syvbia replied most willfully ‘Yes of course.”
Logart addresses the Elf. "Tell me, are you perhaps looking for work? Enemies to slay?"
“Perhaps.” Lurid answered.
Snakewrithe whispers across to Lurid, "He probably can't pay you enough to play in his dirt."
Logart leans forward and waits patiently. "Perhaps I can assist you in that."
Syvbia crawls atop the table and sits next to Logart.
Fromm fits the severed jaw to the skull, poking it gently into place. "Place your hand here, Madame."
Syvbia looks to Snakewrithe. “ If ever I do pray... it will be that you choke on your own maggots..” She places her hand where indicated.
Logart rests a hand on Syvbias hip, gripping it firmly.
Lurid glanced to Snakewrithe. "I wonder how he plans to pay for this, if that's being the case. However, if you wish." She said, as her attention shifted to Logart. "We can speak after this."
Snakewrithe turns his eyes in Syvbia’s direction sounding with sarcasm. “Ah, you are being ridiculous now, Syvbia. You know very well that I do not breathe!”
Fromm gently tapped several silver pins through the bones of the jaw and into the skull.
“ Do you not?... my most humble apologies...” Syvbia canted her head. “ Valinthras... you seemed to me.. to be full of hot air.”
“ Oh no. I think it all got transferred to you.” He said and smiled at her.
“Yess perhaps...” She replied.
Fromm tests the security of the bone, then begins stitching the delicate muscles of the jaw together.
Logart 's sword slowly lifts off the rack, its blade coated in ice, "I suggest you check yourself Valin. You are truly walking a thin line.."
Syvbia placed a free hand atop of Logart's hand resting on her leg.
“ I mean, the only thing keeping you from floating off is that heavy armor.” He mocked.
Syvbia looks to Snakewrithe "Yes well.. a lady must always watch her weight..."
“ Ah, but Logart, look around you.” Valinthras replied.
“ You see, the Apothecarium is my domain.” He said in matter of fact and Syvbia looked sharply to him.
Logart chuckled again, the sword dipping down and back up. "You forget yourself. This is all the Dark Ladies domain."
“ Mr. Snakewrithe, please do not agitate my patient.” Fromm said still most patiently,
“ I wouldn't try to threaten me here, even if I may seem a bit irrational to you.” Valinthras stated. “ Who would they believe? A healthy deathguard or the injured Apothecary? Hm?… Decide that for yourself.”
Fromm finishes the stitching on one side, gingerly reaching around Syvbia's arm to pin and sew the other side.
Logart chuckled once more. "I am no Deathguard. I am Lord of an army. Apothecaries can be replaced. Lord however. Not so easily."
“ You are no lord of mine.” Snakewrithe mocked.
Syvbia moved her hand where Fromm indicated.
“ I can't even remember when the title was given to you.” Valinthras said posing to ponder.
Syvbia squeezeds upon Logart's fingertips.
“ I think if I did take action against you. None would raise a finger to your aid. You are, after all, just an apothecary.” Logart remarked.
Syvbia chuckles then clears her throat.
Fromm completed the stitching on that side, then touches up the flesh and bone around the jaw.
“ If that is what you believe…” Snakewrithe replied.
“ It is...What I know..” Logart stated.
“ False… You know nothing…As I know nothing…. We all know nothing!” Snakewrithe challenged. “It is the Dark Lady that knows everything.It is in her hands to decide.”
Fromm glanced somewhat nervously at the Kor'kron guards infesting the Apothecarium.
Logart chuckled. "Your starting to sound a little maggot brained up there Snake."
Syvbia looks away to chuckle again.
“It is your own fault for forgetting who ultimately decides.” Valinthras added. “She is above all.”
“Agreed.” Lurid concurred
“ There, finished.” Fromm seemed well pleased.
Syvbia looks at Logart's jaw.
Logart chuckled. "The dark lady does not decide my fate. I willingly serve her. Not because I am forced to.."
Syvbia looks to Fromm. "It is done then?"
Fromm nods “ If you would move your jaw to and fro to test the set of it, sir.”
“ Aha, but are any of us really forced to serve her? No. Are we indebted to her? Most certainly…” Valinthras continues to debate.
Syvbia slowly slides from the table.
Logart moves his jaw accordingly. "I owe her nothing. It was not her that freed me from the Lich Kings will."
“ But it is a matter of the fact: Turn away from the Dark Lady, and you turn against her.” Snakewrithe continued.
Fromm watched the movement of the jaw carefully, then nods, satisfied.
“ These words have been spoken from her very lips.” Valinthras speaks in matter of fact.
“ You are whole once more, sir.’ Fromm stepped back to allow Logart to descend from the table.
“ Is that right?” Logart mocked. “ And she cannot do a thing about it without Generals and armies. She does not need apothecaries. So to answer your previous question, I think many would look more in my favor. Then yours. Especially considering the Apothecariums history...” Logart slides down from the table as he speaks.
“If that is what you believe.” Valinthras scowls.
Fromm grimaces slightly at the last comment.
Lurid asked “ Who was it that perfected the Forsaken plague?”
“ It was the Scourge Plague first... They merely decided to concentrate it. “ Logart answered.
“ I do not wish to disprove you, but rather gain insight on why you believe that way.” Valinthras stated with a smile to Logart.
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“ And there is what the Dark Lady needs them for. Perfected weapons.” Lurid speaks up.
“ Fromm if we may discuss the sum of service... I would see Logart from here... promptly enough.” Syvbia starts to reach for her coin pouch.
“ There is no charge, Madame.” Fromm replies and Syvbia looks at him, her brow lifts with gratitude.
Logart grips his armor and slowly slides on the bits that he can, a Lych Guard walks over, handing a replacement chest piece. "I speak from experience on such matters."
“ I also have much to... 'Discuss’ with you Fromm.” Snakewrithe said.
Lurid straightens her posture faintly.
Fromm cringes slightly.
Snakewrithe grinned wickedly at Fromm, his teeth actually grinding together.
“ Most honorable.” Syvbia curtsied before Fromm.
Logart donned his helm and rolls his shoulder, the bones creaking lightly.
“ I serve the Dark Lady and her desires, Madame.” Fromm said and bowed before her almost gentleman like.
“ Dont we all.” Logart replied.
“ Be well kept... shadows protect you.” Syvbia adjust her cloak.
“They always have and always will, dear Syvbia.” Snakewrithe replied.
“ Dark Lady watch over you both.” Fromm blessed.
Logart patted Fromm on the shoulder gently. "Thank you Fromm. Your services are most welcomed."
“ Do you still wish to speak, General?” Lurid called out to Logart as he turned to approach his fair Syvbia.
“It is my humble pleasure, sir.” Fromm replied and saluted Logart with respect.
Fromm turned to Snakewrithe somewhat hesitantly. "You wished to speak... sir?"
Logart stepped about the edge of the table as Fromm passed him by to follow Snakewrithe. “ If you would like to fight in Hillsbrad and drive the Phantom Legion back. Then come and you will be rewarded for each head you bring back.”
Snakewrithe looked at Fromm “ To my office, now.”
“ I will need to know more about them.” She said
“ Of course, sir…” Fromm said and bid fair to all. “Good evening.”
“ Come Logart...” Syvbia tugged gently at his arm.
“ Yes. Until next time, Death Knight.” Logart canted his head at her and stepped beside Syvbia who had become clearly nervous.
“ Trust does not dwell here.” Syvbia murmured softly.
“ I assume you did not hear me?” The woman asked quickly.
“ May the ebon blade watch over you. And I did. Come to Hillsbrad.” Logart said and then gave her a bow. “My Fort there is where we can discuss. Your...employment.” He said during the sweep of his bow.
“ Very well, then. I will be around there, tomorrow. I am sure you and your own will need a little time to yourselves after this. Good day, General.” She said and then vanished into the shadows. Turning from the table, Logart takes Syvbia’s arm in his own and looks at her. “We finally have a moment alone- let us seclude ourselves.”
OOC- special thanks to FROMM,Logart, Snakewrithe and Lurid for making this event more enjoyable. AND thank you all - who read this- for taking time to read such a LONG thread. I hope it was worth your time and amusements :) - SYV*
