[ assassin's creed odyssey is very close to the format of netflix witcher/witcher 3 so maybe instead of geralt showing up to help her get a djinn it's kassandra. ]
as discussed! pls be gentle, I'm voicetesting~ (but concrit is always welcome too!!)
[ Isn't it strange, how priorities change? As a student of Aretuza, she was willing to trade her womb for beauty and power. She was hungry for it, and her ability to bear children seemed like a small price to pay, back then. But that was over thirty years ago now. Yennefer may not have aged a day since then, but she's matured, perhaps - or maybe she's just become hungrier still.
It's just as she said to Tissaia: she wants everything. Power, beauty, fertility. It's not even that she necessarily wants to be a mother, though. They took away something that was hers, and she wants it back.
Rinde is as good a place as any to start. Better, perhaps; the rumors say that there's a sleeping, captured djinn someplace nearby. And so once she's settled into the mayor's house, the man himself caught in her spell - the halfwit thought that he could imprison her, what a joke - she starts a long chain of whispers, beginning with that poor fool of an elf who believes himself in love with her. Soon, anyone in Rinde or its vicinity will know of a resident sorceress who can help townsfolk and passing travelers alike with any djinn-related issues.
Because there's no way she'll chase the creature down herself, no. She's no fool. Going after the djinn would be akin to suicide. Before she can absorb its power, it must be be freed of its prison, and to be freed of its prison, it has to grant three wishes to whatever master summons it from its vessel. To her knowledge, djinns are malevolent, abusers of loopholes, and they have their own way of twisting the words of the wisher into a result far less than ideal. Yennefer has no interest whatsoever in being a djinn's target practice.
And so the sorceress sits and waits, day in and day out, the townspeople of Rinde under her spell, the mayor's mansion an ever-extravagant party: rich foods, alcohol, orgies, and Yennefer reclining in the midst of it all, watching. Waiting.
[ There's talk about a witch that seeks a certain item. Kassandra is well-known throughout the land now as a woman who would take on any dirty job as long as there's money involved. A mercenary might have been a nice word for her, but her reputation isn't the greatest with how much blood stains her hands now.
That's why talks of a witch hardly sways her from the course of visiting this woman. She comes in with a sense of purpose, and though all of that seems to drop the moment she stepts into the premises. The place smells of alcohol and sex, disorienting her immediately. She can't help but gape at the amount of fun these people are having all around her, but she tries to stay focused on the task. The witch sits before them, watching and indeed waiting. It's as though she was always meant to arrive here and stand before her. ]
You must be the witch I've heard so much about, [ She says in a playful tone. ] I also heard that this witch in searching for a special artifact. One that only a mercenary like myself could possibly find. Tell me more, witch.
[ But of course it's a bloody mercenary. She'd rather been hoping that the man or woman to walk through the door would be in a spot of trouble, seeking for the kind of help that only a sorceress could provide. Just her luck, then, that the guest is instead the kind that will expect money from her in addition to catching her djinn.
It's not that money is an issue. It's just the bloody principal of the thing.
Still, she's hardly going to show her irritation to a woman she's only just met, and so Yennefer sits forward a little, an eyebrow raising in her visitor's direction. She sighs, and then with a single word -- ] Ragamuffin! [ -- the magic is dispersed, the orgy of townsfolk separating and staring. ]
The item I seek is likely an urn, but perhaps a bottle or jar, shut and sealed by a wizard. [ With light that trails shortly behind her finger, she draws a sigil in the air, and then another, representing what the seal may look like. The images glow for a moment, and then blink out. ] Something along those lines. It is an item of power. When it rests in your hands, you will know it for what it is.
[ She folds her hands under her chin, watching the other woman, as an idea sparks in the back of her mind, and a slow smile forms on her lips. ] I can offer anything you desire in return for its safe transport to me.
[ All she'll need to do is make a wish, or two, or three... ]
we can thread this part, then i can timeskip to when she returns with the urn?
[ So there's a sight to be audience to. With no magic at her disposal, at least not readily at her disposal, the sudden break of the spell does surprise her. All around her, the people are confused and shocked at what they were doing. Truly the work of a witch, and Kassandra knows then that this woman is no one to cross with. ]
That is quite a vague description of that which you seek. Don't suppose you would know of its last known whereabouts?
[ It's a longshot. If that were the case, she wouldn't be putting such a large prize for its recovery. Judging by her tone, Yennefer might surmise that she asks only in jests, but the next part is as serious as Kassandra can possibly be.
She steps closer to her makeshift throne and bows down near her crossed feet. ]
A powerful item. More powerful witch that seeks to retrieve it, even offers something as broad as anything as payment. I gathered this is no job for no ordinary mercenary, considering there aren't many men at your doorstep—
[ She gestures all around them suddenly, indicating the people who were most definitely spellbound. ]
Perhaps all these people are those who met the same fate by dissatisfying you?
[ And for the second time in as many minutes, Yennefer finds herself holding her breath against a hefty sigh of annoyance. Mercenaries! Just how many questions does one need ask, she wonders? That single eyebrow raises again, smug and superior, in response to the woman's questions, as she gestures around at the townsfolk, who are only just starting to gather their wits. ]
Ask yourself this, mercenary: do you truly believe I would grant such wondrous pleasure to those who cause me displeasure? [ Nay, in truth, the villagers were merely the result of Yennefer's boredom. Dissatisfaction would earn a person much, much worse.
Still, the bowing woman seems to be trying to make some sort of point, what with the way she talks, and so the sorceress straightens, watching her with a mild spark of curiosity. ] Tell me: what are your terms? If we are agreed, I will tell you what I know of the artifact's location.
[ Not that, admittedly, she knows a great deal. Really, the rumors told her that Rinde was the right place to start, and that is all.
Perhaps her nosy mercenary can discover more, once she has her on her side. ]
[ She's got a point, and it makes her laugh quietly to herself, as to not to offend the witch before her. ]
Mmm... makes sense. [ Kassandra says with a shrug. ] But me, I would not consider losing my inhibitions such a wondrous pleasure. Not that I mind with the right people.
[ This time, she winks toward the woman, clearly indicating that she's talking about her. Yes, Yennefer is indeed a beauty that she wouldn't mind bedding with, but... business first, right? ]
I am quite the easy misthios, you see? You give me a job, I fulfill your wishes and desires, and you compensate me with gold. There is no need to complicate things with the broadness of "anything," don't you agree?
[ But who is she to turn such an offer down? ]
However, if you do have time between your... festivities, I would like to see exactly what it is you are willing to do for this urn of yours. Call it parting gift.
[ Flirtatious, isn't she? And possibly rather troublesome, declaring herself to be happy only with gold. What Yennefer needs, perhaps even more than the urn itself, is someone who will free the djinn inside by spending its wishes.
Yes, troublesome indeed. But flirtatious? She can work with that. With a slow smile, one that carefully masks her irritation, she stands from the lavish bed that serves as her throne in the midst of all this, moving around to its side to procure a small bundle of dried herbs. ] Then we are in agreement, misthios. [ Not quite. She'll sway this woman to her will yet.
Sway, because this woman is too interesting to simply bend. ]
I did say anything, did I not? If you doubt me, I'm sure my magic will show you the depths of my desire... at least until a word of your choice ends the spell.
[ She raises her brows, waiting for an answer. If Kassandra agrees, gives her a word, Yennefer will light the herbs and blow the smoke toward her, the spell designed to cause an immediate arousal, but with inhibitions intact, until the word of choice is spoken. A hint of something more, something the mage will most certainly give to the person who aids her. Especially if that person spends the wishes of the djinn.
And if she refuses... well, Yennefer will just have to find another way. ]
I never doubted that we will come to an agreement. Funny, that— a pretty face and a little gold can get anything out of me, as well.
[ But enough of flirting. It's hard not to, when the woman before her is so... alluring. Absolutely, positively enticing, even without all of her displays of magic. That isn't to say that she isn't interested when the offer is extended her way to have a taste of the depths of her desire. Heavens, nothing is as tempting as so.
So, naturally, she nods, mumbling the word "drachmae" has her chosen, and immediately the smoke is blown her way and—
Gods, she feels he knees tremble, and she lets out a gasp, stumbling forward just slightly. ]
That— is powerful magic, indeed. [ Her tone is full of mirth. ] You don't quite expect me to leave this way, do you?
[ The smile grows slowly on Yennefer's face as she watches the mercenary stagger forward a step, the look on her face a clear sign of how instant and potent the spell's effect has been. It's a smug smile - her expressions nearly always have some hint of arrogance, nowadays - although the chuckle that escapes her breaks the image slightly, just for a moment. She's good-natured, this misthios. It's almost enough to abate the sorceress's irritation. ]
Call it an incentive. [ The hint of amusement fades, leaving just the superior, smug witch. ] The sooner you come back with my urn, the sooner we can deal with your little problem.
[ Of course, it would be just as easy for the other woman to state that foreign word again, breaking the spell in an instant. But between those little smiles, the playful, flirtatious comments... Yennefer has a feeling that this will all go exactly the way she wants it to. ]
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sempiternals2019-11-07 04:27 pm
tis lynne... gimme yennefer.
as discussed! pls be gentle, I'm voicetesting~ (but concrit is always welcome too!!)
It's just as she said to Tissaia: she wants everything. Power, beauty, fertility. It's not even that she necessarily wants to be a mother, though. They took away something that was hers, and she wants it back.
Rinde is as good a place as any to start. Better, perhaps; the rumors say that there's a sleeping, captured djinn someplace nearby. And so once she's settled into the mayor's house, the man himself caught in her spell - the halfwit thought that he could imprison her, what a joke - she starts a long chain of whispers, beginning with that poor fool of an elf who believes himself in love with her. Soon, anyone in Rinde or its vicinity will know of a resident sorceress who can help townsfolk and passing travelers alike with any djinn-related issues.
Because there's no way she'll chase the creature down herself, no. She's no fool. Going after the djinn would be akin to suicide. Before she can absorb its power, it must be be freed of its prison, and to be freed of its prison, it has to grant three wishes to whatever master summons it from its vessel. To her knowledge, djinns are malevolent, abusers of loopholes, and they have their own way of twisting the words of the wisher into a result far less than ideal. Yennefer has no interest whatsoever in being a djinn's target practice.
And so the sorceress sits and waits, day in and day out, the townspeople of Rinde under her spell, the mayor's mansion an ever-extravagant party: rich foods, alcohol, orgies, and Yennefer reclining in the midst of it all, watching. Waiting.
She has, after all, all the time in the world. ]
you are already wonderful at her!
That's why talks of a witch hardly sways her from the course of visiting this woman. She comes in with a sense of purpose, and though all of that seems to drop the moment she stepts into the premises. The place smells of alcohol and sex, disorienting her immediately. She can't help but gape at the amount of fun these people are having all around her, but she tries to stay focused on the task. The witch sits before them, watching and indeed waiting. It's as though she was always meant to arrive here and stand before her. ]
You must be the witch I've heard so much about, [ She says in a playful tone. ] I also heard that this witch in searching for a special artifact. One that only a mercenary like myself could possibly find. Tell me more, witch.
thank you ;_;
It's not that money is an issue. It's just the bloody principal of the thing.
Still, she's hardly going to show her irritation to a woman she's only just met, and so Yennefer sits forward a little, an eyebrow raising in her visitor's direction. She sighs, and then with a single word -- ] Ragamuffin! [ -- the magic is dispersed, the orgy of townsfolk separating and staring. ]
The item I seek is likely an urn, but perhaps a bottle or jar, shut and sealed by a wizard. [ With light that trails shortly behind her finger, she draws a sigil in the air, and then another, representing what the seal may look like. The images glow for a moment, and then blink out. ] Something along those lines. It is an item of power. When it rests in your hands, you will know it for what it is.
[ She folds her hands under her chin, watching the other woman, as an idea sparks in the back of her mind, and a slow smile forms on her lips. ] I can offer anything you desire in return for its safe transport to me.
[ All she'll need to do is make a wish, or two, or three... ]
we can thread this part, then i can timeskip to when she returns with the urn?
That is quite a vague description of that which you seek. Don't suppose you would know of its last known whereabouts?
[ It's a longshot. If that were the case, she wouldn't be putting such a large prize for its recovery. Judging by her tone, Yennefer might surmise that she asks only in jests, but the next part is as serious as Kassandra can possibly be.
She steps closer to her makeshift throne and bows down near her crossed feet. ]
A powerful item. More powerful witch that seeks to retrieve it, even offers something as broad as anything as payment. I gathered this is no job for no ordinary mercenary, considering there aren't many men at your doorstep—
[ She gestures all around them suddenly, indicating the people who were most definitely spellbound. ]
Perhaps all these people are those who met the same fate by dissatisfying you?
sounds great to me :3
Ask yourself this, mercenary: do you truly believe I would grant such wondrous pleasure to those who cause me displeasure? [ Nay, in truth, the villagers were merely the result of Yennefer's boredom. Dissatisfaction would earn a person much, much worse.
Still, the bowing woman seems to be trying to make some sort of point, what with the way she talks, and so the sorceress straightens, watching her with a mild spark of curiosity. ] Tell me: what are your terms? If we are agreed, I will tell you what I know of the artifact's location.
[ Not that, admittedly, she knows a great deal. Really, the rumors told her that Rinde was the right place to start, and that is all.
Perhaps her nosy mercenary can discover more, once she has her on her side. ]
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Mmm... makes sense. [ Kassandra says with a shrug. ] But me, I would not consider losing my inhibitions such a wondrous pleasure. Not that I mind with the right people.
[ This time, she winks toward the woman, clearly indicating that she's talking about her. Yes, Yennefer is indeed a beauty that she wouldn't mind bedding with, but... business first, right? ]
I am quite the easy misthios, you see? You give me a job, I fulfill your wishes and desires, and you compensate me with gold. There is no need to complicate things with the broadness of "anything," don't you agree?
[ But who is she to turn such an offer down? ]
However, if you do have time between your... festivities, I would like to see exactly what it is you are willing to do for this urn of yours. Call it parting gift.
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Yes, troublesome indeed. But flirtatious? She can work with that. With a slow smile, one that carefully masks her irritation, she stands from the lavish bed that serves as her throne in the midst of all this, moving around to its side to procure a small bundle of dried herbs. ] Then we are in agreement, misthios. [ Not quite. She'll sway this woman to her will yet.
Sway, because this woman is too interesting to simply bend. ]
I did say anything, did I not? If you doubt me, I'm sure my magic will show you the depths of my desire... at least until a word of your choice ends the spell.
[ She raises her brows, waiting for an answer. If Kassandra agrees, gives her a word, Yennefer will light the herbs and blow the smoke toward her, the spell designed to cause an immediate arousal, but with inhibitions intact, until the word of choice is spoken. A hint of something more, something the mage will most certainly give to the person who aids her. Especially if that person spends the wishes of the djinn.
And if she refuses... well, Yennefer will just have to find another way. ]
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[ But enough of flirting. It's hard not to, when the woman before her is so... alluring. Absolutely, positively enticing, even without all of her displays of magic. That isn't to say that she isn't interested when the offer is extended her way to have a taste of the depths of her desire. Heavens, nothing is as tempting as so.
So, naturally, she nods, mumbling the word "drachmae" has her chosen, and immediately the smoke is blown her way and—
Gods, she feels he knees tremble, and she lets out a gasp, stumbling forward just slightly. ]
That— is powerful magic, indeed. [ Her tone is full of mirth. ] You don't quite expect me to leave this way, do you?
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Call it an incentive. [ The hint of amusement fades, leaving just the superior, smug witch. ] The sooner you come back with my urn, the sooner we can deal with your little problem.
[ Of course, it would be just as easy for the other woman to state that foreign word again, breaking the spell in an instant. But between those little smiles, the playful, flirtatious comments... Yennefer has a feeling that this will all go exactly the way she wants it to. ]