Meeting of the allies?

["Dohja " <dohja@hotmail.com>]

OOC: This was a meeting between myself Sabian, and the Harkonnen Envoy.  
Cesare entered about halfway through, and this made the situation a lot more 
interesting, shall we say.. Also, there is a very interesting part at the 
end, with the now mad mentat Anthony, and what happens to him. OOCly Anthony 
will be gone from the MUSH for the next several weeks, and this is his last 
RP before he does. Also, excuse the harse language, but I felt it was 
realistic, given the situation.


Conference Room -- Moritani Embassy (Kaitain)
This is the heart of the embassy. Most every major decision concearning the 
future of the House is made here. The room is dominated by a long, dark, 
ironwood TABLE. There are 20 chairs around it, each made of body-contouring 
leather and bolted to the floor. The room itself is decorated in burgundy 
tapestries and cloth-of-gold draperies. The floors are of plush carpet, so 
soft one could sleep on it. A BAR is built into the wall, to calm nerves 
when the executives are forced to burn the midnight oil, and on the 
conference table lies a silver tray upon which rests a chilled caraffe of 
wine, some crystal goblets, and a porcelain plate heaped with costly spice 
from Arrakis.

Vasilik enters from the Reception Hall.
Vasilik has arrived.
A tall man, wearing simple black clothing, and a dark black cloak that 
reaches his ankles. Long dark hair flows down his back, tied off near the 
top. He has no distinguishing features of note, his eyes having only a faint 
blue hue, but are otherwise very dark. Well built for his size, his muscles 
and bulk are signs of previous military training, but are only barely 
detectable under his cloak.

The long conference room table has several people seated at it. Sabian is 
seated somewhat in the middle, surrounded by lesser mentats, and diplomats. 
He has a mess of papers in front of him, and a cigarette in one hand. He 
appears to be busy in conversation with the diplomat next to him.

Anastasia comes in from the Staff Wing quietly. She's accompanied by a 
single assistant of some sorts. The two talk quietly, unknowing to if there 
is a meeting or not.
Vasilik enters, and stands at the end of the table. He offers a bow to those 
in the room, and turns his gaze to Sabian.

Sabian looks up as the guards open the large doors, and let the Harkonnen 
man enter. He does not stand, but nods to him. "I trust you are Vasilik?" He 
shuffles his papers into a neat pile, setting his ashtray on top of 
them...he has obviously learned what he needed to know from them. He takes a 
puff of his cigarette, and sets it on the ashtray, "I am Master Sabian 
Montego,
Mentat for the House Moritani." He gives the man a slight bow.

Vasilik nods, "Thankyou for taking the time to meet with me, Sir."

Anastasia continues to walk alongside her assistant. Indeed it is the 
less-finely dressed woman who notices there is a meeting about to take 
place. She gently places a hand on Anastasia's arm, and quietly tells her 
that they should probably go elsewhere. These words finally cause Anastasia 
to look up, and at the others present. It is almost as though she did not 
know they were there until her assistant spoke of them.

Vasilik bows respectfully to Anastasia, "M'Lady"

Sabian smiles coldy, his face seemingly unfamiliar with the guesture. He 
nods to the Vasilik in reply, and indicates a chair opposite him with a wave 
of his hand. He picks up the cigarette again, and, although it did not seem 
like he ever looked in the Countessa's direction, says "You may join us if 
you wish My lady." He takes a drag quite calmly before turning to give the 
Countessa a bow as well.

Vasilik nods, and pulls out the seat, sitting quietly. His eyes return to 
Sabian.

A moment passes, then two, before the light of recognition is finally seen 
on the Dowager-Countessa's face, "Oh goodness," she says quietly, "Advisor 
Montego, I do apologize. I did not realize you were using this room. Please 
excuse my rude interruption," she then smiles slowly. To Vasilik she nods 
slightly, in a silent greeting. Her assistant, slips a hand around the arm 
that she was touching before, and silently offers to guide the woman 
elsewhere. Peculiar behavior, considering how young the Dowager looks.

Sabian nods to the Countessa, and takes his seat again after. Without 
another look at her, he turns back to Vasilik asking, "Now, what was it you 
needed to meet with me on such short notice about Master Vasilik?" He rests 
his elbows on the table, leaning inquiringly forward.

Vasilik studies Sabian quietly, without seeming too conspicuous. "I am sure 
that you are aware of the events that have transpired with regard to Malarca 
Secundus, Sir."

Sabian nods without replying, allowing the man to continue at his own pace. 
He picks up his cigarette again, and studies Vasilik over it while taking a 
deep drag.

Silently, the Dowager and her assistant pass through the other door.
Anastasia walks through the bronze doors.
Anastasia has left.

Vasilik continues, "Naturally, the Harkonnen presence there has come under 
much scrutiny, and with the Emperor's Sardaukar stationed there for 
'observeration', and with upcoming official Landsraad meeting, the issue is 
sure to be brought up."

Sabian nods, "Yes, I know all this." He leans back, waiting for more. One of 
the diplomats leans over to him, and whispers something to him, however the 
Mentat waves him away with his free hand, concentrating on what the 
Harkonnen has to say.

Vasilik leans forward slightly, "As such, the Baron is interested to know 
what the Moritani stance on the Malarca affair is."

Sabian opens his mouth in a large O at this, and chuckles dryly, "Why did I 
have a feeling that you were coming to this sooner or later?" He grins, his 
skeletal features stretching in the effort. He ashes his cigarette in the 
spice-inlayed ashtray that still rests atop his papers.

Vasilik smiles slightly, "It does well to know who supports you and who does 
not, Sir."

Cesare has arrived.
Cesare strolls slowly into the room, one hand clutching a document which he 
closely scrutinizes and indeed, the Count is for the moment oblivious as to 
other occupants.

Sabian nods slowly, "Yes, tis true." His brow furrows at this last statement 
however, "Does this mean that the House Harkonnen doubts our adherance to 
the alliance we have made? If so, I can assure you that the House Moritani 
still holds your House in high regards, as well as our alliance in the 
same." It is amazing how well the diplomatic double talk flows from this 
Mentat's mouth.

Sabian stands as the Count Cesare enters, and gives him a quick bow, "My 
Lord Count."

Vasilik also stands, offering a bow.

All of the Moritani diplomats and lesser mentats shove their chairs back, 
bowing quickly to the House Siridar. They remain standing, waiting for him 
to allow them to reseat themselves.

Cesare looks up as he is addressed, smiling broadly at his Mentat and the 
Harkonnen guest, bidding in kind, "Good evening, Mentat Sabian ... Master 
Vasilik, a pleasure undoubtedly to receive you in our embassy." His midnight 
gaze passes upon the other House dignitaries, none worthy of note or nod 
from the illustrious Siridar.

Vasilik smiles, "Thankyou, m'Lord."

Sabian smiles tightly, "Master Stovich and I were just discussing the 
Harkonnen situation in the Malarca system." He picks up his cigarette, and 
holds it, not yet taking a drag.

Cesare quirks a brow in mild interest, moving to stand behind a chair next 
to his Mentat. "Indeed? Yes, I had rather thought that a discussion between 
our two Houses should arise over that ... especially in the light of the 
recent Landsraad special session."

Sabian nods, "Yes," he motions to the papers on the table, still covered by 
his half filled ashtray, "I had the same thought. ". He chuckles dryly.

Vasilik remains standing, and nods slightly.

Sabian motions to a seat, "You are free to join us My Lord Count, if you so 
wish."

Cesare rolls up to the rable and with curt wave of hands bids all others 
follow suit. A hand reaches out to pour himself a glass of wine, which he 
lifts in silent toast to his Mentat. "I do wish it."

Sabian nods, and following the Count's example, seats himself again. "Now, 
Master Stovich, where were we?"?
You take a seat at the conference table.

Vasilik reseats himself quietly, gaze moving between the Count and Sabian.
Vasilik sits down at the table.

Vasilik says, "The Harkonnen have no doubts as to our alliance, but we are 
interested in the Moritani's 'unofficial' opinion on the events of 
Malarca..." He pauses for a moment. "And what the House intends to do with 
regard to support in the upcoming meeting.""

The several other Moritani dignitaries shuffle around, playing a hopeless 
game of musical chairs as Cesare takes a seat. The least senior mentat 
finally gives up, and stands carefully behind the Count and the House 
Mentat, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

Cesare chuckles lightly and takes a generous sip from his glass. "No less 
would I expect of Boris. I do not mind telling you, Master Stovich, that the 
present situation behooves out public neutrality in this affair."

Sabian smiles tightly, keeping his mouth shut. He, probably wisely, seems to 
think that is the smartest thing to do for the time being.


Vasilik shifts slightly, "Indeed, m'Lord."

Cesare reaches ever so casually under the table and presses a small switch. 
A barely audible 'click' is heard before the lound clanging of the immense 
bronze doors swinging shut, lesser though by no means less chaotic bells 
pealing in the meloding slamming of other doors and exits.
Cesare locks the doors out to the Reception Hall.

Vasilik glances at the doors for a moment, then back to the Count.

Sabian shifts slightly in his seat and removes his ashtray from on top of 
his papers, sifting through them until he finds the ones he wants. He puts 
out his cigarette in the tray, after taking one last drag.

Cesare quirks a rather amused grin at his guest. "Why Vasilik, you look at 
me rather like the marmosets stare at the Baron right before they're dipped 
into boiling oil. I assure you, no such fate awaits you here, nor any such 
trechery. I do not doubt that you well know the virtues of ... caution."

Vasilik smiles slightly, and nods. "I had suspected that caution, or perhaps 
privacy, was the reason."

Sabian cannot resist a slight chuckles at the Count's last comment... He 
pulls out three papers, and sets them on top of the stack, quickly perusing 
them.

With a quick motion of his hand, Sabian dismisses the lesser dignitaries, 
continuing to pour over the paper. They scurry off, moving over to the bar, 
but still attempting to listen, as best they can.
Cesare sighs at the sight of the hangers on and manoeuver some other switch, 
causing a blastshield to lower between bar and conference area, effectively 
cutting off those lesser dignitaries who are now confined into a very 
cramped space for an indefinite amount of time. "Now then ... prying eyes 
and ears eliminated."

Vasilik raises an eyebrow, showing amusement at this last action despite his 
attempts to keep emotion from his face.

The dignitaries seem less then pleased with this action, but even their 
frantic pounding on the wall can barely be heard.

Cesare folds his hands atop his suspensor chair and states with rather 
blithe amusement, "Now then, Master, I think we may discuss this more ... 
openly. You inquire what our House intends to do in way of supporing House 
Harkonnen in this conflict, hrmm?"

Vasilik nods, "Yes, m'Lord. And on an informal side, we are curious as to 
your unofficial thoughts on the Harkonnen actions."

Sabian snaps his head back up, and finished with the papers, leans back to 
light himself another cigarette. In the brief flare from the lighter, his 
face looks oddly like a skeleton, this must be a trick of the light, no?

Cesare replies with candid nonchalance, "On the informal side, my friend, we 
applaud you for your actions. The Bajazet are staunch friends of the Ginaz, 
and in hurting one you hurt the other. As has long been the policy of the 
alliance we have held forged between our two Houses, those who do not stand 
with us must stand against us ... and fall."

Vasilik smiles slightly at this.

Sabian notes the smile on the Harkonnen's face, and comments, "However, you 
do understand that this cannot be known by anyone, least of all the Bajazet 
or the Ginaz. Thus, our actions are somewhat limited." He smiles coldly but 
politely.

Vasilik nods, "Naturally..."

Cesare appends to his Mentat's statement, "That is by no means to say that 
we do not support House Harkonnen. We intend to continue with our policy of 
open neutrality, and in doing so urging the other Houses to remain neutral 
as well. The Emperor will not send in troops, nor will others get involved 
where they have no place involving themselves, leaving you to decimate those 
horse-riding cretins. Sand isn't the only thing they're finding in 
uncomfortable places, eh?"

Sabian grins slightly.

Vasilik smiles.

Sabian leans over and whispers something to the Count.

Sabian whispers to Cesare, "I am ...... to ..... ....... into ........ the 
..... and .... ......, ...... I ...... Diplomat ..... this?" to Cesare.

Cesare shakes his head at Sabian and states to the visiting dignitary, "By 
maintaining our own neutrality as an example for others, it will behoove 
both the Imperial House as well as others in the Landsraad to remain aloof 
from this conflict, and consequently greatly help your cause. The Bajazet 
are formidable in their own right, but by no means up to the standards of 
the Harkonnen."

Sabian nods, and leans back.

Vasilik licks his lips. "So by the other Houses following suit, the Bajazet 
will have no allies in this matter."

Cesare shakes his head. "I did not say they would not have allies. Others 
such as the Ginaz and Atreides will clammor for intervention, but will not 
find it. If the Emperor does not act on Malarca, others will not dare to do 
so."

Vasilik nods. "I do not believe the Ginaz are presently in much condition to 
be of much assistance anyway..."

Vasilik ponders for a moment. "But of course, all Houses have aces up their 
sleeves, so to speak."

Sabian smiles, "According to my calculations, it is very improbable that the 
Emperor will intervene in this matter, as long as it is kept to a fairly low 
profile. It would do more harm to him than good to intervene."

Cesare nods. "The Emperor is one of the staunches advocates of neutrality. 
Keep him on even keel and you may rest assured no others will be allowed to 
step in."

Vasilik nods, lowering his eyes slightly in thought.

Sabian nods at Vasilik's last comment, "Yes. You are right, neutrality means 
next to nothing in this time. It merely means that the involved Houses must 
keep their actions out of public sight." He takes a drag of his cigarette.

Vasilik looks up again, "I believe the Baron will find this to be 
reasonable, and I think that I have covered all the topics..."

Cesare smiles amiably at the Harkonnen. "Boris is my godfather and he knows 
that so long as I am Siridar-Count Moritani, this House will do what it can 
to preserve our alliance. If perchance he devises some other means of our 
... assisting in this, our ears are always open."

Vasilik smiles, "And I'm sure that if he does have any ideas for assistance, 
you will hear them."

Cesare chuckles, and in way of replying reaches back under the table to 
unlock the doors.
Cesare unlocks the doors out to the Reception Halls.

Sabian stands, and nods to the Harkonnen, "Thank you for coming Master 
Stovich. I hope I can be of further assistance if you need anything. " He 
smiles.

Vasilik stands, and bows again. "Thankyou for your hospitality Sir, m'Lord."

Vasilik glances at the blast shield, and smirks.

Cesare manoeuvers his invalid's chair around the table and offers a warm 
hand in parting. "Good evening, Master Vasilik, and give my warmest regards 
to the Baron."

Cesare cants an amused glance towards where the other dignitaries have been 
sequestered. "A good night in there should help strengthen the boys, hrmm?'

Sabian bows to the diplomat, and walks towards the door, holding it open for 
him. He stands quietly, waiting.

Vasilik stands and leaves the table.

Cesare bows his head once more to the Harkonnen. "Until we meet again, which 
I expect will be soon if the Landsraad has anything to say about it."

Vasilik smiles. "I'm sure I will be discussing things with you again in 
future. For now, good evening to you m'Lord, Sir."

Vasilik bows again, and departs the conference room.
Vasilik walks through the bronze doors.
Vasilik has left.

Sabian closes the door behind him, and moves back to the table, waiting on 
his Count to address him.

***OOC Note: Anthony obviously was not in sight at the time of this meeting.

In another table, Anthony happens to be chained to it by the arms.

Cesare looks up from his chair at the Mentat, his eyes glittering with some 
suppressed mirth. "Wise choice, Master Sabian."

Cesare cants a slight frown to the chained Anthony. "Unlike others who might 
come to mind."

Anthony is a wreck. His uniform is in tattered and he stinks of coffee. He 
has what looks like three weeks of bread and his hair is all out of place. 
His normally ruby-red teeth and lips are pink. He wears an expression of 
hopeless abandon.

Sabian steps over to the Count's side of the table, and leans towards him, 
speaking softly, "What would you have me do with this man My Lord Count?" He 
shakes his head, "He will not respond to any method I have tried so far.."

Cesare frowns slightly and wheels his chair over near Anthony. He reaches 
into his coat and withdraws a pen knife, flicking the blade open. "Oh, I 
think he /will/ respond. I won't stand for such insolence ... or sit for it, 
as the case may be."

Anthony twists with sick hate and yells "By the stains of Sapho yer a good 
one Sabian !. Forntificate the Gods !. Is there anything you HAVEN'T done to 
me ?".

Sabian smiles, his eyes gleaming. "My Lord Count...allow me?" His mouth 
opens slightly, allowing his yellow stained, pointed teeth to glint slightly 
in the light.

Cesare further scowls as Anthony opens his mouth and looks back to Sabian, 
nodding. "You may."

Sabian extends his hand for the pen knife, his smile growing even wider. 
"Thank you M'Lord." He gives the crazy mentat a fiercely evil look.

Anthony says, "First you chain me here for absolutley no reason, next you go 
around raping and killing the Polizia in front of my eyes as if I was a 
Voyeur Camera, then you send your MOTHER to me to give me lecture about 
House Ethics and now you want to cause me Pain ?. Don't talk to me about 
Pain M'Lordy Cesare !"

Cesare hands it over with utter nonchalance, frowning with disgust at the 
sniveling and sniping man before him. "I have no intention of /talking/ to 
you about it, Anthony. Rather, I think to let my Master of Assassins show 
you. If you are going to act like an ass, perhaps you need a proper outlet 
for your filth, hrmm? Sabian will cut you a nice one."

Anthony starts wriggling in his chains and begins singing patriotic songs 
from the Tuscan Corps: Revolution in Grumman Soundtrack.

Cesare grips the arms of his invalid's chair until knuckles turn white. "You 
damn fool. You haven't the courage to be loyal, do you? I expect better of 
those who would serve me, and you are sorely mistaken if you think I am a 
weak taskmaster. My brother may have chastised you with whips, but rest 
assured I will chastise you with scorpions."

Sabian chuckles, "Do not worry My Lord Count, he will soon not be able to 
says anything, except wimper for mercy." He looks over at the Count, "I 
think perhaps I need shall need some other things, perhaps you would be so 
good as to free my assistant from the bar over there? I think it would be 
good to let the others view at a closer range anyhow."

Sabian takes the pen knife, and wieghts it with his hand, "This will do 
nicely, for starters..."

Anthony stops in the middle of the 'Ballad of the Anarchists and says become 
serious "I have been loyal" he says simply.

Cesare reaches under the table and retracts the blast shield, several sweaty 
dignitaries tumbling out from the bar area and all gasping for breath. 
However, the Count is far too rapt upon the chained Mentat to give any 
attention to their discomforts. "Loyal? I do not call defying your rightful 
Count loyal."

Anthony leans closer to Cesare and says huskily "Shooting lasgun shots in 
the roof can hardly be called defience".

Cesare draws his head back, nose not agreeable with the stench radiating 
from the unclean Anthony. "It is when you do so in the name of a noted 
terrorist organisation."

The lesser dignitaries slowly move away from the bar. Now that they are 
free, they seem reluctant to leave it's safety. Sabian snaps his fingers, 
and his personal assistant, a man clad in black robes with a palid white 
face rushes over. The man sets a small brief case on the table, and unsnaps 
it's gold fasteners, opening it up to reveal a set of the most disgusting 
tools imaginable. Most of these tools are so foreign looking as to make 
their uses unimaginable.

Anthony blurts out laughing "I FOUNDED the Tuscan Corps.....don't you 
remember Sire...when it was first found ?. We were fighting against the 
Traitor and the PNP even when we called ourselves a part of them. We were 
your most loyal subjects

Cesare narrows his eyes, oblivious to Sabian's preparations. "Then why do 
you behave like this?"

Cesare snorts with cruel retort. "Time? Chaining yourself to a chair like a 
moron just to get //time//?"

Sabian ignores the mentat, and whispers something to his assistant, who 
rushes out....getting something else it seems. The Master of Assasins 
carefully selects a razor sharp, curved instrument from the case, and sets 
the pen knife on the table next to the argueing Count.

Anthony looks at Sabian "Your Master of Assasins with his sick habits 
chained me here !".

Sabian inspects the edge of the instrument, and remarks calmly, "Correction, 
I had you unchained. You, by your insolence, caused yourself to be chained 
again.."

Cesare sighs deeply and shakes his head, having no patience for this. He 
looks back to Sabian and states, "Do what you must to see sense restored, 
Mentat. I will not have sniveling staff making decisions which could cost 
the lives of thousands or even millions because they haven't the sense to 
serve as they are supposed to."

The assistant rushes back in, carrying as best he can a large bucket of 
boiling water. He sets it down, next to the chained mans feet, and leans the 
chair back. The mentats feet are now poised above the boiled hot water.

Anthony face twists again with anger "I have sense !. Let me free and keep 
that damn Master of Assasins away and I'll be back to work !".

Sabian moves over to the chained man, and bends down, ingoring the mans 
protests. He holds the blade next to his feet, right underneath his left big 
toe, "Now, should I ask him where his loyalty lies M'Lord? Or ask him 
after?" He grins evilly.

Cesare turns his chair and sets off slowly towards his office. "Do as you 
see fit, Mentat. I leave this to your discretion, but please ... try not to 
make a mess, hrmm?"

Sabian smiles, "That is what the bucket is for M'lord..."

Cesare chuckles lightly and nods as he disappears into his sanctum, leaving 
Anthony to face the Master of Assassins as best he can.

Anthony roars at Cesare as he leaves "Your Master of Assasins smokes Bajazet 
cigars !. What about the poor Grumman tabbaco farmers ?".

Cesare either doesn't hear or doesn't care, as he doesn't answer.
Cesare walks through the glass doors.
Cesare has left.


In a burst of rage, Anthony suddenly salts over the chair, and kicks the 
bucket of hot water at Sabian's assitant. As the man howls in agony over the 
burning liquid on his face, Anthony swings from the chair and kicks the man 
straight on his chest. The Assitant falls motionless to the floor as Anthony 
continues to swing the chair, weakening the strength of his chains.

Sabian merely sighs, and stands. "Blasted imbecile!" He screams at the 
assistant, "Get more water!! " He turns back as the man struggles to stand, 
"Wait, chain this mad man well this time! Lock him to the floor!" He steps 
back and feels the edge of the blade he holds, "Do not think that helped you 
Anthony, rather, that will just prolong the agony you will feel..."

The assistant moves over to the wall, pulling on the wench that holds the 
chains. He tightens them, so that the chair is held tight to the floor. He 
then moves, and secures a chain about the waist and lower body of the 
mentat. He then rushes from the room, off to get the hot water.

Anthony smiles sadistically at Sabian "Will you kill me, darling ?. That 
would be so kind of you".

Sabian merely chuckles, waiting for the water.

With a sigh, Sabian looks at the door, waiting for the assistant. He growls 
an oath, and sets down the blade. He looks inside the case for something 
else.

Sabian finally finds what he is looking for, a small hammer. The edges of 
the hammer are shaped like that of a meat tenderizer, and it looks 
positively wicked. He grins, and hefts it. It appears to be fairly light, 
but wielded properly, could cause serious damage.

Anthony laughs maniaclly and shouts "Oh ho come on then ! hit my heat or 
between my legs all you want !"

Sabian smiles evilly, and does not reply until he is kneeling right in front 
of Anthony's left foot, "No, I am not so /nice/ as that." He caresses the 
hammer with one hand, holding it in the other.

Anthony is now totaly out of control with mirth "Oh okay ! foot torture ! 
lay it on me Sabian !"

Sabian merely smiles, and brings down the hammer on Anthony's little toe 
with a dull sickening thud. The toe snaps, and when the hammer is brought 
back up, the front of it is covered with blood.

Anthony howls in what could only be described as a mixture of pain and 
pleasure "Give me another !" he cries.

Sabian holds the toe over the next toe, "Swear your loyalty to the Count 
Cesare, and you shall be spared the rest of your toes! Do not, and I will 
break them all, one by one!" He grins, his teeth reminiscent of a panther.

Sabian smiles, "Very well." He brings down the hammer again, this time 
smashing the fourth toe into the conference room floor. Blood splatter onto 
him, and he brings a finger up, wiping it off his face. He looks at it for a 
second, then licks it off, his face still set in that awful smile. He 
wiggles the hammer slightly before lifting it, and looking at the mess on 
the front of it. "Peice of skin there...." he picks it off, tossing it in 
Anthony's lap, "Oooo, bone there....' this one lands in Anthony's hair.. 
"Pity you only have ten toes Anthony, I shall have to move on to your 
fingers if you are still consious after them.."

Anthony continues laughing and screaming "Oh the pain...oh yes....oh 
yes....if Cesare is a sick scum as this I will swear loyalty to him ! oh 
yes...oh yes...he is one twisted frontificator ! Oh yes ! more more !....oh 
yes....yes.....I swearrrrr loyaltyyyy toooo Cesareeeeee becauseeee hessss 
sooo twissttteeeeddd" he roars before fainting.

Sabian's grin dissapears when he hears the crazed mentat's words, and he 
move over to his right foot, "I think I shall spread the pain out a little 
bit..." He chuckles to himself as he brings the hammer down on Anthony's 
right pinky toe. "NOW, will you submit, and swear loyalty to our RIGHTFUL 
and HONEST Count?"

Anthony laughs on and on "I submit, and swear loyalty to our RAUCHOUS and 
our ON-HEAT Count !. Oh yes...I love him for doing this to me....give me 
more !".

The blood begins to pool on the floor, and Anthony's feet are starting 
become empooled in the thick coagulation.

Anthony is in the thores of ecastacy.

One of the lesser dignitaries almost throws up, and rushes from the room.

Anthony says, "More pain...more pain and then I'll submit"

Sabian growls in animal like anger, "You scum! You dare to open your filth 
incrusted mouth to talk about the Count like that!?? I should kill you now 
like the half crazed beast that you are!!" He stand quickly, and swipes 
Anthony across the head with the side of the hammer, "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

Anthony opens his mouth wide and then bellows "Long Live the Count ! Long 
Live the Brutual whore-house-monger Counttttiiieeee !!!!!!! Oh Cesare I 
luvvvvvvv youuuu forrree torrrtttuuurrriinggg meeeeee ! I swearrrr loyalty 
to mmmyyy Counnnttttt !" he cries before passing out.

Sabian growls fiercely, and turns. "You, you worthless peices of shit! Take 
this man up to a guarded and locked room, put him there and set a 24 hour 
guard! If he escapes, I will have all your heads! Is that understood!?" he 
shouts to the dignitaries gathered around.

Anthony is slumped and bloody on the chair, motionless.

The dignitaries nod fearfully, and gingerly unchain and begin to move the 
unconsious mentat. Sabian stalks from the room, undoubtedly already thinking 
up more torture for when Anthony awakes.

You walk through the bronze doors.


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