Time: night
Location: AmKelosh: Palace of the Dead
Note: Voric was once the leader of the undead armies under the goddess Krystalla. He is older than both Kayos and Iatha.

Iatha It was another typical night in Amkelosh and Iatha was currently on route to her own palace, coming from her brothers where she had visited him. Upon arriving at it, she felt a new presense..but a familer one as well. Swooping down in the form of a raven..she landing on the stone wall, cloakabout her as she transformed back to her pale skinned self. Jumping off of the wall, she lands on her feet and moves inside...the gaurds directing her to the third floor..where a vistor was waiting... She moves up there swiftly..and pauses at the stairwell...seeing a familer figure standing in the arch way... Her lips moved to a smirk.... "Voric...welcome....old friend."

Lord Voric stands around looking a little lost. Well he is. All this is new to him. It's a good idea though from one asect. Having all he leaders in the same area gives them greater oppritunity to discuss thing. Then again on the other hand, it's never a good idea to put all your eggs in on basket. He turns hearing his name and sees Iatha. He was told this is the palace for the Warlord of the Undead, which was Iatha. He was also told Kayos does not intend to take it from his sister to give it to the current Warlord of the Undead, which is Voric. He's had this job before. It was his the day he met Iatha. She was a small child then. He's not sure what to say. He opens his mout to speak, but then pauses as if considering his words. "Hi."

Iatha His back to her, she watches it, until he turns. Her form revealed..not the sickly child he once knew..but a woman in apperance now.. A cloak of velvet and silk in black about her form, with a high collar.Black hair pulled away from her fair skinned face. Her attire or what was seen of it, consisiting of a corset like top with straps that went to the side and a long skirt, frilled inthe frotn slightly..a slit going to her thigh....revealing knee length black boots. She flashes him a grin, tips of her fangs being revealed slightly as she does. Moving over to him. she studies him for a moment... "Welcome to the palace..I'm surprised you found your way up here. My brotehr told me of his discussion and i can think of noone better for this job then you.. If you wish I'll show you your qaurters Mistress Iatha: now. You'll have access to almost all thigns here. The second level is my children..some train to becoem warriors..others...mainly hone their skills. First level is barracksand general area and then there is this floor..my chambers..your chambers and the playroom..for victims or playtoys..up to you of course.." She motions him forward slightly.. "So..shall we?"

Lord Voric feels a bit overwhelmed or out of place. For the last 9,500 years he's been hidden away in some obsure palace left over from the days of Krystalla. It's been a very long time since he's seen Iatha. He almost doesn't remember, but it's all coming back. Iatha and Kayos left quite the impression considering it was their coming that got rid of Krystalla. And now Iatha herself is a goddess. Voric takes the High Power thing seriously. He is a cleric and draws almost all his powers from Kayos. It'd just be too odd to change sides to Iatha. He sired a goddess. That is still taking some getting used to. He starts to walk the way she directs, going over what she's saying in his mind. "So is everyone here yours, or is there still room for some of mine?"

Iatha noticed his slightly confused actions and paused.. Hmm...perhaps it was a bit to much for all one thing.. She could understand how it would be..though she hadn't really faced it in a while..as she had been busy with her joband thechildren there were used to thigns baout the place. Althouygh maybe it was her as well taht was causingthis.. This thought brought a faint smirk to her lips and she looked to her form, then to him again.. Pausing in her walking..she moves forward once more.. "More or less..though the army shall now become yours..the children that wish to train for it..you are welcome to train..they will usually be in the courtyard whenever they can be..... You can add your own of course..we are to share this after all..and I have a palace of my own in the realm of death...so Mistress Iatha: most of my forces are there.. If this is all to much..I can slow down for you..i am nto familer with newcomers here..."

Lord Voric wonders how many of those remaining are ones he sired. And isn't her children like his grandchildren? They shouldn't have too much trouble adjusting to follow the sire of their sire, right? He'd think they wouldn't. He does have that old living noble way of disliking most undead however. Iatha and Kayos are immune to this disliking, but most undead are just more battle fodder to him. Animated corpses for the army. But what a good army they make. He gives a little shake of his head when he offers to slow down. His black hair swings about a bit. "I'll adjust and catch up. It's just some getting used to being back in the sadle again."

Iatha nods lightly. "Of course.." Perhaps it was his presense here that made her so..energetic..remebering him from before. she had been nervous but now..well it was a good thing she had lived to long to reemeber all but the cherished moments..She looks back to him for a moment.. "If anyone can..it will be you..those here will respect you..though most do not know who you are.. i felt no need to share who made me with them..."