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 Chaos Is A Ladder, Minrathous, early evening - Livia
Atia Thantos
 Posted: Oct 25 2014, 04:53 PM
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There was a chilling silence that echoed the grand hall of the Imperial throne room. Nothing about this silence was calming. It was perhaps an appropriate atmosphere for the room that housed the black throne of the Imperial Archon. Lesser men and women would be intimidated, just as they should be. Magisters were to look upon the throne with a distant awe. For Magister Atia it was the spot behind the throne which looked most appealing, not the chair itself.

At the foot of the upper dais, the Red Magister sat serenely looking up at the throne in it's exalted majesty, contemplating events. It was from the ornate chair that she sat as one of the Archon's principle ministers. The constant irritation, the fly in the ointment of the occupants of the other three ministerial chairs. Not forgetting the occupant of the throne itself. The red headed magister, draped in opulent crimson robes, adorned with the finest of jewels was the Minister of War. An appointment that the Archon made reluctantly, and to his instant regret. Simply because he desired the Magisterium to pass a raft of economic measures his own Mercurious intended to scupper. Utter weakness! No, it was beyond weakness, it was an act of sheer lunacy as far as Atia was concerned. It would not have been an appointment she would have made in the Archon's position. Did it not truly show the ineptitude of of the frail old man in the absence of his most dexterous of advisors.

Being able to whisper into the Archon's ear, if only once had been glorious. The only moment that surpassed it was seeing the faces of her fellow Ministers when they found out. It was a reminder of how power those who stand in the shadow of the throne wield... what those who whisper in his ears can accomplish. That wasn't to say the fool of an Archon was a total puppet, if that was the case such mistakes that propelled her to ministerial office would not have happened. Tilting her head from the throne to observe the other three chairs, it was important to consider that the victory had been fairly hollow as far as authority went. As Minister of War, Magister Atia's powers were somewhat limited. Sure, she had signed off a number of crucial assaults requested by the High Legation in Seheron, but this was not anything that her predecessor - the Archon's child of a grandson, if one could believe it - would not have signed off himself. It was a mere formality. Though she had not expected to undertake anything major with this ministerial appointment, indeed she fancied she would not remain in it for long after the news broke regarding victory in Seheron City. She was a reminder to the overmighty and arrogant Mercurious that their grip on power, unbroken for over three centuries, was finally slipping.

Ah Seheron. Did they know, she wondered. There was nothing public, yet. But Magister Atia had it on good authority that the sacking of Seheron had indeed been a success, and resistance now stood at a negligible level. Strangely, despite their fundamental opposition to war, Atia wondered whether the Mercurious would consider prolonging the war indefinitely until they had dealt with the Aresians in the capital. If the higher ups in the Mercurious knew, they were not telling the Archon, not yet at least. Maybe they were protecting Archon from doing something stupid. As yet she was unsure, though the Red Magister was confident that the Archon's sexual appetites in using courtesans in her employe would soon yield results.

There was a sudden cut in the air, almost invisible to the senses. The slither of a serpent. "Magister Livia" Atia cooed without glancing behind to observe whether her suspicions were indeed correct, "it's always a pleasure."

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Livia Servilii
 Posted: Nov 1 2014, 02:50 PM
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"I know.", Livia replied with a slight smirk and a wry tone to Atia's greeting, but only a trice later did she follow up with, "Magister Atia, how have your nights been fairing lately?", an inquiry that was not truly an inquiry in of itself. It was measuring device set within conversation. Albeit, she knew that Atia knew this game too, asking a seemingly harmless question and try to gauge the other participants countenance by their answer.

With smooth strides as sleek as a snake's slither, Livia closed the gap between her rival so they stood only a couple paces from the other, "Comfortable, isn't it?", Livia then inquired in reference to the throne, "I remember uncle plopping me on there several times as a little girl. Letting a little girl have her fantasies of grandeur... But I've long grown up, and I've long learned every ruler has the sword of impending doom hanging over their head as they sit upon the throne, and every seeker of that coveted seat has a dagger at their back. Politics... it's such a damned bloody affair.", Livia's smirk remained--ever an amused expression if there was one that shown on her visage, for she was not truly telling a tale of when she was a little girl.

Livia was well aware of what was occurring within Seheron--for victory or defeat at Seheron could spell the coming end of the Mercurious rule, though fortunately the reports she has seen victory was well in hand, and she thus had been considering what move to make next. This chance encounter with Atia in a way was fortuitous. It gave her the opportunity to feel out where the rivals of the Mercurious stood given Atia's being a leading figurehead of the Aresians. It did not escape her notice while the primary forces of the Mercurious were engaged within Seheron, the Aresians' were held back within the capital with their leading commander.

Tilting her head ever so slightly to the side, the small gilded little spikes of her ornate gold and silver head piece that resting against her brow following suit with that cant of her head. Dressed ever in the gossamer fabrics she enjoyed though were in turn diaphanous in some very selective areas that left little to the imagination of her lovely mocha complexioned, quite feminine form. Curling a long dark lock of hair behind her ear idly with graceful delicacy of narrow-fingered petite hands that had been jarred loose from her slight head cant.

"Strange, isn't it?", Livia finished.

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Atia Thantos
 Posted: Nov 4 2014, 06:17 PM
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She did not turn to acknowledge the interruption of her most bitter of rivals. As always Magister Atia was calm and emotionless. She did not smile at the prospect of sparing with Lady Livia, neither did she grimace intrusion into her tranquility. Her hazel eyes remained fixed in the direction of the the black throne, almost as if the red magister was gazing past it. The tone of her voice matched this serene exterior, as she spoke with a dispassionate voice as if speaking alone. "It is a grace that I do not suffer with nightmares" she answered, referencing her appellation - The Lady of Nightmares... Lady Nightmare - that which spoke of the perception so many had of her, of a Thantos dreamer and their possession of secrets. The fanciful myth that she could walk into a person's dreams, their nightmares, and steal their fears secrets. It did it's purpose. The carnal truth was not something that many... if any noticed, less acknowledged.

"How goes the saying?" she continued. The red Magister still did not look as she spoke, her eyes remaining fixed on the black throne as she considered the rueful fate of those who covet it. "He who wields the dagger, shall never wear the crown. A cautionary fact for any would be assassin, no? Something that has allowed it's occupants so sit with greater comfort than otherwise they should"

There were many Archon's who did not sit comfortably in the black imperial throne. Such men and women were either very wise, or very paranoid. Those who did were either fools or the highest order, or puppets... puppets entirely reliant on advisors for the security of their throne. "In a den of liars is trusting nobody any safer than trusting everybody?" Atia considered, at last flicking her head to look at her fellow Magister. With that she rose from the seat and stepped slowly as she descended the stairs down the lower dais, brushing her scarlet gown aside as her golden shoes taped with an echo that ran throughout the hall.

"Was it not your grandfather who was Archon when you were a child...?" Atia mused, her tone was now less rigid as she questioned the hole in Livia's nice little story. "Alas I could not attest to it's comfort, I have never sat in it. And I never shall."

Even if Atia did desire to be Archon, she was a Magister of ancient lineage. Magisters could not be elected Archon, even if one did succeed in displacing the current Imperial family. Which would be a challenge, even for the most talented of maneuvers. One might find a loophole, cede the Magisterial title and seat, and attempt to gain the throne. Unless circumstances were radically different to the current scenario, such was an act of a fool. And foolishness and stupidity was there politics tended to get bloody.

"I find that politics is only bloody if one get's it wrong" Atia said, an observation that she considered true to her own form of maneuvering. Even if it was a touch ironic that the family of natural auburn hair, that drape themselves in crimsons, marrons, scarlets and rubies, would seemingly favour avoiding bloodyness in politics. As if the Red of the Thantos symbolised blood! Standing a metre or so away from her rather scantily dressed opposite, Atia looked at her and smiled knowingly. "Although, I suppose, if it is played right one can not see the blood."

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