he will sell your soul to the grave [closed to blacksworn]

[beholdthedrums]

Who: The Master, blacksworn
What: The Master's collecting data from his flightmates about who knows who from what flight. And hey, he'll even share the info with everyone! ...if they care. And if they actually tell him anything.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum
When: June 12th I guess lol.
Warnings \o_O/

Note: To make things easier for me, he's having these convos one on one!



Look, none of them are friends, and every one of them has their own agenda. If one of the blacksworn hadn't realized this yet, they were either new, or a moron. But hey, maybe they should at least make use of each other, right? Pool together some semblance of resources to appease their dragon overlord, and continue on their deceitful ways, preferably with other flights first, and each other second.

Sounds reasonable? One can only hope.

So the Master's seeking out his fellow 'sworn, approaching each more or less the same. "For the benefit of everyone living in this lovely firepit, I thought it was high-time we get a tally of our resources; and by resources, I mean people we know in other flights. Ideally ones who we knew before Azeroth, and not new acquaintances. Why? So we know who we can make use of in other flights."

Of course "make use" could be to get help from another flight, or to ruin them from the inside out. It's completely sensible.

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[traitre]

The sigh doesn't go unnoticed. Qilby can only imagine what it's like -- on one hand, he's a little disappointed not to have as many new gifts to experiment with as other Dragonsworn apparently do. On the other hand, being stripped of the power that make him an eliatrope is probably not the sort of new, novel experience he's looking for. When he thinks about it that way, he's content with the Blacksworn abilities they've all been granted. And speaking-of...

"If your aim is to set the flights against the natives and each other," he says, leaning in and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial almost-whisper. "You would do well to develop a bit more than that. Much can be accomplished wielding them with just a little imagination."

He straightens again, adjusting his glasses and flashing a small smile full of meaning. "I've been told the other flights have regained their good standing with the elves at Silverglen. It's unfortunate how they fell out of favor so suddenly, but I suppose it's as you said -- there're loose stones among them all."

[beholdthedrums]

"Oh, I intend to. Any potential 'actions' towards the other flights is a bit more of... let's say 'long-term goal.'"

Which is a lot better than his even further-planned goal of usurping Deathwing, but like hell is he ever telling anyone that, and never would he be stupid enough to mention it in this sanctum, where he's sure Deathwing hears all their murmurs as though they're rabbles of peasants.

"Well, at least any grandiose gesture. A few falling dominoes, however..."

At the mention of Silverglen, he snorts. "Yes, how strange of that."

[traitre]

He nods. Strange-- sure.

"I'm actually quite well-acquainted with some of the people said to have ruined their flights' reputations in the first place. Sadly, I've been around long enough to know that these are not usually, aah... One-time occurrences." There's that meaningful smile once again. He's getting at something here. "I can guarantee it'll happen again.

"Which means it falls to us as members of a flight that's doing well for itself to provide aid to these other-- struggling flights." He shakes his head no, answering an anticipated question. "Of course, I wouldn't ask any of us to provide this aid without due compensation. As long as we'd continue to have to make up for their weaker links, they would be obligated to answer to us. Only as long as that... Of course."

Is this sounding a little like extortion? Perish the thought. Qilby continues after a pause to let the implications sink in. "I'm prepared to deliver this offer to the other flight leaders, but what I need to know is if my fellow Blacksworn will be willing to cooperate."

[beholdthedrums]

He sees your bullshit, Qilby.

Still, he lets it slip in favor of the bigger picture. The concept of ruling, because that's what it is. An opportunity to rule over the other flights, even if it may be temporary. But it's more than that... It gives them (him) a way to learn about the other flights. Learn how petty they can be, how much they hate their lives when they need the blacksworn of all people to "help" them.

Qilby may have his own reasons for this. The Master doesn't care. Everyone has motives. Everyone has motives within motives. As long as they don't yet rub against the Master's intentions, then by all means.

And then when it all crumples around Qilby, well. The Master may just step back and watch.

"I see no reason why I can't cooperate. It's a solid plan." He smirks. "And those poor dragonsworn seem as though they will need it."

There's another itch in the back of his mind. Someone, living away from the sanctums, may find information like this useful. For the moment though, he'll keep it to himself.