Shadows of Yavara... again...

I have some more World of the Exiled here and i was hoping I could get a few more responses to a new part of mine. Having learned my lesson I will post in much smaller amounts now so someone actually reads it! 🙂

Setting the stage

"What is this you are trying to explain? We agree on one issue and suddenly you are including me in a plot that is unjust and almost as terrible what is happening in the council. This is about Desiran, not a revolution! What you are proposing is madness; not to mention murder!"

"I understand what you are saying, ciryate, but this is the fate of your country we're talking about –and many others as well. We've had this argument too many times now. There is more at stake here than what Desiran will admit. We need new leadership and I know he won't just step down. His loss is little if Gan-Alehn falls -or Kalenra in that matter. He'll do whatever it takes to preserve his title until he finally realizes he's lost it completely," Deavrik informed him.

"If he is eliminated another will take his place! There are always more of those damned conformists!" Kayrke said angrily. "I hate Desiran but even so, I cannot kill him, or allow myself to be included in this plot."

Deavrik sat calmly. "What else can be done? Do you have any better idea in mind?" The question was simple but as cunning as a knife -and of course the ciryate had no answer.

Kayrke was silent, but he rushed hundreds of thoughts through his head in search of another solution. He could think of nothing. "I only believe that we would go under suspicion if Desiran was killed and we suddenly rose in his stead."

"Ah… your fear of this is getting in your way again. Do not let that happen, we are perfectly safe from his political stooges. They won’t attempt to stop their only counsel in the middle of a war."

The ciryate answered with a cold glare.

Deavrik continued without notice. "Of course we could always call the whole thing off; Gan-Alehn really doesn't hold any strategic locations anyways…" He smiled cruelly, "It could be considered retribution for averting further conflict.

The politician clearly was holding back a wave of fury and uncertainty. Finally he spat and said. "I'll back you con-man, but I hope you know what you're doing," Kayrke said with a sneer. "This was your idea…"

Deavrik laughed. "Don't worry ciryate; I know what I'm doing. After we get most of the council on our side we'll have no trouble getting them to believe the assassination was done by nothing more than a radical nationalist. They'll be too concerned about their own safety to dig too deeply into the actual story."

Kayrke was still not convinced. "How do you plan to do that? I don't want to ever go near the council again."

Deavrik looked straight at him with a very serious expression masking his true thoughts. Manipulating the entire council... He'd never realized how he alone could change so much. Then again, he was Deavrik Ashtûl, and no ordinary man. "You have a higher status among the others than I do at the moment -unless your last…incident changed things."

"DO NOT TALK TO ME AS IF I AM NOT HERE!" the ciryate yelled across the private chamber. "I did what I had to!"

"Don't we all…" Deavrik muttered just loud enough for Kayrke to hear. The already angry man looked like he was about to explode. Then, suddenly he calmed himself and a small smile crossed his face. He sat back down in the chair behind him.

"You are a man of words…," he said in almost amazement. Then his face turned stern again. "But I am a man of action. I say we must take action. Something must be done!" Deavrik silently laughed to himself. Precisely…

Deavrik took the advantage. "Exactly! So what have we been arguing about- we seem to be more-or-less on even ground. Shall we continue then?"

Kayrke sat with his mouth open as if he was about to object but then stopped himself in uncertainty, realizing he had played himself into the conman's trap. "Yes…I suppose so… Where were we?"

"The council. You must come with me to the next session," Deavrik said. "To them I am still an ambassador. You are a ciryate of Seleniar. Eventually we will gain influence over them."

"I see," the ciryate said, considering his words. He finally answered. "Fine, I will come with you. But you can't let me stand alone in front of Desiran!"

The con-man stood up. "Agreed. Get ready then."

Kayrke looked up in confusion. "What! Why?"

"They just called another emergency meeting two hours ago. We have twenty minutes," Deavrik told the other.

"How do you know this when I do not?" Kayrke asked Deavrik.

"Since we're using this apartment as a staging area I didn't want them to find us and listen in," Deavrik answered. "One of my attendants took a message and relayed it to me." He turned around and picked up his ambassador's robes off the table behind him. "So Ciryate, I'll see you in twenty minutes."

Kayrke left the chamber with little more than a nod. Yes , Deavrik thought, this one would be the perfect man to betray the Federation…

----Whaddya think?

Im going to post until someone replies or I run out of stuff to post. 😈

Twenty minutes later, Ambassador Tey'an walked with little concern of the time to the council's enormous chamber, seated in the heart of Lasanvara. The chamber, which took up approximately the same amount of space as a ten-story tall (and wide) building would, was built within the walls of another building- the immensely large, three-hundred and fifty story tall capitol building. Pictured with the other huge buildings surrounding it, the capitol building's gleaming towers, glass domes, and skylights had come to be a symbol of Seleniar power. Majestically, the building towered over even the largest of others as if a silent guardian watching over the bustling city. Yet within the very halls of that symbol of ultimate control walked the most unsuspected, yet deadly, man that walked the planet.

Deavrik Ashtûl, hidden under his identity as the wealthy ambassador from pitiful Kalenra, quickened his pace toward his objective. The building was huge, completely off-the-scale compared to anything even he seen before. In fact, the building was more of many different buildings, some boxlike, some tall with skyways connecting them high up in the air. In a way the place looked more like art than a building. Its white surface only ruptured by sky-blue windows or clear-colored glass panels that curved over different parts of buildings, leaving dozens of giant glass atriums inside the building. In the middle of one of those atriums, this one with security guards wearing the insignia of the home guard on their shoulders stood the cross-purposed conman wearing his formal ambassador's robe.

His identity checked easily as the person he was said to be. That was an instant to true success- when you could trick people by changing a few things and simply being yourself. Other than his name, Deavrik Ashtûl was exactly who everyone thought he was. He didn't have any trouble bypassing all of the scans and voice tests that allowed him into the heavily-guarded chamber. After all, an imposter dressed as a politician would not have been able to get past any clearances- unless the politician was the imposter. That was a small detail that no one had ever thought of before, except Deavrik Ashtûl of course. Naturally, Deavrik had allowed just enough time to be wasted meandering down halls in the immense building to allow for himself to be several minutes late, as he usually was. That was another strategy he had learned. Make others tense and nervous by taking your own sweet time. Yes, it had negative effects as well but it put others off-guard just enough to gain extra management powers, powers that Deavrik could not pass up.

Deavrik kept his usual calm as he walked towards the center of the room where all of the council members were already sitting, every eye on him. Desiran was surprisingly not among them. Ambassador Tey'an walked as if he was really an ambassador wearing the arrogant look that all of them knew and started toward Ciryate Kayrke on the third level of the amphitheatre-style seating arrangement that semi circled the small podium in the center. He marveled again at the atmosphere of the chamber. The seating arrangement for the council took up only the center of the room. There was a huge barren, white floor around the small amphitheatre in middle of the circular room and a white balcony surrounding the chamber for other onlookers of which none had been permitted. The hundred-foot-high white ceiling added to the general bleakness that was generated by the rest of the room and also made a person feel somewhat uncomfortable; overall, an excellent place to intimidate someone.

As Deavrik took his place near Kayrke, he looked at him and saw that the ciryate seemed strangely composed, but he said nothing. The doors Deavrik had just recently passed through slid open again and Desiran strode in wearing a worried look on his face. Seleniar's only leader didn't seem to be very happy to be talking to the council today after the last event. He walked down the red carpet and across the no-man's-land floor to the setup at the center of the oddly-arranged chamber. He took a deep and uncertain breath before he finally reached the podium and sat down on the large chair behind his desk that curved around in the same shape as the council's seating area.

*hoping for feedback on this one too... I plan to have this published someday along with the entire book so if you give me a little help with what I need to fix I could possibly touch that up and then if you ever read this someday after its out in print you can say "Hey, I was the guy that told him to change that line" or something. LoL.* -end of sarcasm.