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Post by Lylyss on Aug 29, 2015 7:37:04 GMT
Gali followed August, removing her hand from her duelling cane.
Chazan cocked his head. "Are you not Mistborn, Ollin?" "Yes, but I'm also a decrepit, arthritic, a decaying bag of bones." "Mommy." Jove touched her shoulder. "Don't be so uncharitable. You're not old. You're a vintage antique." Ollin rolled her eyes at Chazan-- can you believe this?--but seemed to regain her former sense of humor. "Thank you, child. But I'll manage if I'm careful." She had doing the equivalent of a pewter drag all day, but determined to push herself harder if necessary. ________ August led the way into an oak-and-marble sitting room. China gleamed on the table, surrounded by wingback chairs. "Have a seat, madam. May I offer you something to drink? Tea, perhaps, or something a little stronger?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 29, 2015 8:33:48 GMT
Chazan rubbed his chin. "Unless we have a fast ship or a similar means of transport, it will not be easy to catch up to Zalwen's barge, and I am unsure of what Zalwen's barge looks like." He directed a glance at Jove at the Pewterarm's comment, but didn't respond. "Age does not affect Ironpulling and Steelpushing, am I correct?"
Gali barely concealed a scowl, but sat. "I would prefer to have my wits around me, Obligator Breighton, so I will refuse the something stronger. Tea would be nice." A way to indulge, if only for a quarter hour, the life she'd left. The life she'd been torn from. ((EDIT: Hey, I'm a Guardmaster. First time I've seen my ranking.))
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Post by Ly is Having Internet Problems on Aug 29, 2015 9:03:09 GMT
Chazan rubbed his chin. "Unless we have a fast ship or a similar means of transport, it will not be easy to catch up to Zalwen's barge, and I am unsure of what Zalwen's barge looks like." He directed a glance at Jove at the Pewterarm's comment, but didn't respond. "Age does not affect Ironpulling and Steelpushing, am I correct?"
Gali barely concealed a scowl, but sat. "I would prefer to have my wits around me, Obligator Breighton, so I will refuse the something stronger. Tea would be nice." A way to indulge, if only for a quarter hour, the life she'd left. The life she'd been torn from. ((EDIT: Hey, I'm a Guardmaster. First time I've seen my ranking.)) "Not really." Ollin shrugged. "Why do you ask?" ________ "Cream and sugar?" August poured two cups from a sparkling silver pot, which had been resting on the table.
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 29, 2015 9:10:42 GMT
((*high five* :D Congrats on the title! I have some catching up to do. ;) ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 29, 2015 9:10:30 GMT
"There is a Mistborn courier pathway that runs parallel to the Imperial Canal all the way to Luthadel." Chazan turned and looked south. "I am of the opinion that your age and size will actually be a benefit if you choose to take that path, since iron and steel are affected by weight in Allomancy."
"Cream, please. No sugar."
((I'm getting off now. I stayed up until 10:12 pm last night finishing Chapter 3 of The Teller's Apprentice.))
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Post by Lylyss on Aug 29, 2015 9:26:05 GMT
"There is a Mistborn courier pathway that runs parallel to the Imperial Canal all the way to Luthadel." Chazan turned and looked south. "I am of the opinion that your age and size will actually be a benefit if you choose to take that path, since iron and steel are affected by weight in Allomancy."
"Cream, please. No sugar." ((I'm getting off now. I stayed up until 10:12 pm last night finishing Chapter 3 of The Teller's Apprentice.)) Ollin frowned in thought. "So it's Luthadel, then? That's where we're headed?" _____________ August passed Gali her cup, and began to fix his own drink. Six, seven, eight lumps of sugar. More cream than tea. He took a sip, leaning back in his leather chair. "Now then. Perhaps we should begin with introductions." ((Okeydoke. :) See ya on Monday.))
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Aug 29, 2015 20:56:35 GMT
(( Dmitri Pendragon, drat, is the governor writing a bad review for Abokai on Craigslist?!? ;P )) (( Imma make two more Inquisitors, for reasons you shall soon see )) Name: Gwyver Silure Gender: Male Age: 48 Occupation: Steel Inquisitor Appearance: Gwyver is a slender, pillar of a man. Despite having the crude spikes and tattoos of a Steel Inquisitor, he gives off a very regal air. Personality: Gwyver is a feared member of the Canton of Inquisition, mainly for his skill in Allomancy and imposing presence. He has a strange, gentle way of speaking to his enemies. Abilities: Gwyver is perhaps, amongst the Steel Inquisitors, the most skilled Allomancer. He makes up for his lack of physical strength with clever use of the Allomantic metals. Prefers to fight honorably. Weapons: Obsidian axe. Weaknesses: Weak physically. (( There's one, I'll make the next soon! ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 1, 2015 8:15:19 GMT
(( Lylyss: Maybe Tuesday. Monday was busy. )) (( gamemastergrimwarden: More like on Rasheklist. Two more Inquisitors? Uh-oh.)) Chazan frowned. "Luthadel is as far as the Imperial Canal goes. I have not been told where Zalwen is going, and I do not know why he was in Tathingdwen. I trust he will have found a way to leave a message, however, since he knows he is a hunted man and we are shadowing him for his protection. I suggest checking your pockets."
"Gali Dalmeaux. I'm a mercenary noble from the Northern Dominance." Her fierce brown eyes bored into him. "And I know who you are, Obligator August Breighton. Word of you has already begun to spread among the Tathingdwen underground. They don't offer anything but rumours on why you're here, though."
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 1, 2015 8:32:32 GMT
Ollin followed his suggestion, but Jove shrugged helplessly. "Alas, my pantaloons are pocketless." ______________
"My mission is simple, Lady Dalmeaux." August took another sip. "I'm sorry to say that Terris Dominance has acquired a poor reputation as of late. The Steel Ministry has dispatched me to… ahh… tidy things up. Can you help me with that?"
((Lol. So I gathered. ;) ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 1, 2015 8:39:26 GMT
Zalwen had slipped a bead of metal into Ollin's pocket while talking with her, using the speed of steel to conceal the motion.
"I can. I want two things in return." Gali raised two fingers. "One, I want to be paid. Well. I won't change an extravagant sum, but I'm not a poor worker, either." She lowered one finger. "Two, I want protection. Someone employed me to assassinate one of the Feruchemists at the docks today, but failed to notify me that he would have Allomancers and Feruchemists hidden among the crowd. Now my employers are looking for me, and they want me dead." She rolled up one sleeve to expose a bleeding wound on her forearm. "Frankly, Obligator Breighton, you're my only chance if I want to stay on grid…and if I want my revenge."
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 1, 2015 9:05:09 GMT
Ollin paused. Was that… a bead? She pinched it between thumb and forefinger, then held it up to Chazan. "Does this mean anything to you?" _______________
"Money." August waved a hand. "Of course. But protection… that's another matter. What exactly did you have in mind? A safe house? A new patron?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 1, 2015 9:12:15 GMT
Chazan squinted at it, tapping tin to enhance his sight. "Atium. And no. That means nothing more to me than that you have an atium bead in your pocket." He extended his hand for the bead. "May I?"
Gali paused. She hadn't quite thought through what protection would entail. "I don't want to be chained to a safe house. If you can get me a new patron someplace that's not based in Urteau, which is where I was hired, I'd appreciate that."
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 1, 2015 9:16:46 GMT
((Quick question. Is it CaC2 night or Cosmere? :P Trying to prioritize, lol.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 1, 2015 9:17:49 GMT
((I've lost count. And I've been told to have an early night anyway, so I shall now vanish. Let's do CaC2 night next time.))
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 1, 2015 9:27:52 GMT
((Sounds good. :) Night! I've gotta go to bed as well, so I'll respond in the morning.))
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 2, 2015 6:02:40 GMT
(( Dmitri Pendragon yeah, one can never have too many Inquisitors! And I say, bring it Rashek XD )) (( Here is Inquisitor number 2! MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHA )) Name: Kybo Skri Gender: M Age: 46 Occupation: Steel Inquisitor Appearance: Kybo is a stump of a man. Scars and wrinkles slash up his arms and face, giving him a ghastly, disturbing appearance, even for an Inquisitor. Personality: Prone to sudden outbursts of violence, even towards the other Inquisitors, Kybo is only put up with due to his effective method of "persuasion" and vast knowledge of allomancy. Kybo rarely makes appearances outside of Kredik Shaw on missions, and in the case that he does it is in the company of several other Inquisitors to keep him in line. Used to make random and preposterous claims, like, for instance, claiming that he was a nobleman, not an Inquisitor, and that he created allomancy. He has since been taught not to do so. Weapons: Obsidian axe. Armor: Black, Inquisitor Robes. Abilities: A vast knowledge and skill in the arts of Allomancy, rivaled only by Gwyver and Abokai. Weaknesses: Decapitation, removal of back spike. Other: None (( Ok, Ly, time to begin operation "Coinshot" XD ))
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 2, 2015 9:16:01 GMT
Ollin's eyes widened. Atium? After a moment's hesitation, she passed it to Chazan. _______________
"I can write to a friend of mine, but can't make any promises beyond that. Your ability as an assassin will be your best recommendation." He set aside his empty cup. "Now, Lady Dalmaux. Time to hold up your end of the bargain."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 3, 2015 1:13:24 GMT
(( Here's another char ))
Name: Pierre Deidoa
Gender: M
Age: 23
Occupation: Country Nobleman
House: Deidoa
Apperance: Pierre would be quite a handsome man, with his sea-green eyes, shaggy blond hair and thick eyebrows, if he didn't wear a garish amount of face powder-- which he claims "makes him look younger". A ginormous, powdered wig sits atop his head, wobbling precariously with every step he takes.
Personality: Pierre lives with his wife, lady Pio Deidoa, in a mansion outside of Luthadel. There, he writes his novel "The Life of a Skaa", and practices his acting skills (he considers himself a master impressionist). Constantly hosting extravagant balls and festivals, he is determined to make himself known amongst the nobility.
Weapons: None
Abilities: Really bad writing, really bad acting
Weaknesses: Decapitation
Other: None
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 3, 2015 7:40:07 GMT
(( Lylyss: I haven't read the Mistborn books in a while. How widespread is the knowledge that the Pits of Hathsin are the source of atium?)) (( gamemastergrimwarden: Why does Pierre want to look younger if he's only 23? ))
Chazan turned the atium bead over and over in his fingers, examining it closely. The bead had no distinguishing marks, nothing to tell him where his former mentor had gone. Wait.He clenched the bead in his fist. "Senwyn, the first vaht-har of the Synod, once said we were copper. We, the Terrismen, take new shape when beaten. We are precious, though we are found everywhere. We are beautiful, no matter how tarnished and scarred the Lord Ruler makes us. And when tested by fire, we become purer. Like copper. Senwyn said we were wrought of copper." The former Keeper extended the bead to Ollin. "Zalwen found Senwyn's ruminations intriguing. He assigned metals to the other peoples of the Final Empire." His voice dropped. "Atium is Luthadel's nobility. Atium is the Lord Ruler."
Gali scowled. I'm a mercenary, not an assassin. And I don't even like being an assassin. But now wasn't the time for trivialities. "The older Feruchemist in the marketplace today. His name is Zalwen. He's a high-ranked practitioner of Feruchemy, late fifties, accompanied by an apprentice who is also a Feruchemist. He's been in Tathingdwen for the last three weeks, spending hours secluded in the libraries. Somehow he got permission and an official charter from a nobleman—I don't know his name—to research Governor Fosca's private libraries." She took a deep breath. "No, Obligator Breighton, I don't know what Zalwen was researching. But I can tell you this: It is important enough for someone high in the Final Empire to hire me in Urteau, far from here, to assassinate him. I don't know who my employers are, but they're powerful, and they're out for his blood. Mine too."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 4, 2015 3:07:29 GMT
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 7, 2015 7:51:34 GMT
(( gamemastergrimwarden: I figured as much. So he looks about thirteen or fourteen? )) ((Map of Luthadel for future reference)) A fat barge bumped gently against an iron wharf in the Kenton Docks. Two men leapt onto the wharf, one short, sturdy and scarred, who thudded onto the metal planks with a loud thud; the other, tall and red-haired, landing with liquid grace. A skaa girl, still a child, threw a rope to the men on shore. They worked with deft efficiency, securing the barge to a stone bollard. The taller paid the dock manager who appeared to take the fees, and the girl on the ship lowered a broad landing plank with the aid of a pulley. Daub rubbed ash from his hands and nodded to Kettle, his stouter counterpart. "Let's set about unloading." He raised his voice to address the skaa girl. "Good work, Whisper. Tell our passengers that since we're all done here, they can disembark." Doubts suddenly surged within him. What if they hadn't done a good enough job? What if somehow the Steel Ministry knew what they were doing? They'd passed the customs officials with hardly a blink, but what if something had caused suspicion and they were being trailed by a Steel Inquisitor? Doubt… Daub spun, searching for the ragged figure he knew was out there. "Get out here, Rags. You're not helping." A small skaa in torn clothing lurched toward him from an ash-stained street, one eye covered by an eyepatch. His voice was high and thin, but gloating nonetheless. "Took you a while to react." Daub nodded, half smiling, half frowning. "You're getting better with zinc. It took me a while to recognise it." He waved a finger at the Rioter. "But I still sensed it. Stroke, don't slam. And don't use doubts on me. I've had enough of doubting." "Can't hide it from you, anyways," said Rags, tottering past Daub and up the gangplank. "You ain't some ashhead skaa, or noble for that matter, who think they's justified in whatever emotion they wanna act 'pon." He paused at the top of the gangplank and turned to Daub. His eye glittered dangerously as he flashed a bloodied obsidian dagger beneath his rags. "I hadda kill one of those a few minutes back. Ministry tattoos. An acolyte, methinks. Spying. Maybe Tineye." Daub nodded, taking in the information. The Ministry must have been suspicious for some reason. Or maybe they were just cracking down on skaa-run barge crews. Well, they were in for a surprise. He had nobles on board, and the nobles ran the barge this time. Because he'd ordered them to, but anyway. ((New character! Name: Daub Pronunciation: DAUB Age: 27 Gender: Male Allomantic Alignment: Coinshot Position: Wanderer Misting Race/Nationality: Noble-blooded skaa Appearance: Daub is unusually tall for a skaa, and is lean with red hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. He wears drab, patched skaa clothing and paints his face with dull colours. Armour: Hardened leather torso armour, which can stop a glancing blow from a glass dagger or an obsidian axe, though it will split under a direct hit. Weapons: A pouch of coins and a glass dagger hidden beneath his clothing. Daub occasionally carries a wooden duelling cane. Personality: Daub is critical, assertive, and obstinate. So far, he has seemed to be a good-luck charm for his skaa rebel crew; although they often question his orders, he knows his limits and theirs, and he knows when to back out and when to push forward. He has also inherited a few dramatic tendencies from growing up with Jove and has a sardonic sense of humour. Abilities: A Coinshot Misting, Daub has the ability to burn steel and Push on metals. Weaknesses: Daub has too many enemies to count. The Steel Ministry know his face. The nobles hate him. The skaa families who were harmed because of his presence fear him. His only friends are his skaa crew and the family by adoption he left behind to become a full-time rebel. Background: Daub is the most wanted skaa rebel in all the Final Empire. The Steel Ministry tries to cover up what he did to warrant that position, but it is still whispered in the skaa undergrounds: Daub killed a Steel Inquisitor. Other: Daub was brought up by Ollin and considers her his mother.))
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 7, 2015 7:52:47 GMT
(( Lylyss: I haven't read the Mistborn books in a while. :P How widespread is the knowledge that the Pits of Hathsin are the source of atium?)) (( gamemastergrimwarden: Why does Pierre want to look younger if he's only 23? ??? ))
Chazan turned the atium bead over and over in his fingers, examining it closely. The bead had no distinguishing marks, nothing to tell him where his former mentor had gone. Wait.He clenched the bead in his fist. "Senwyn, the first vaht-har of the Synod, once said we were copper. We, the Terrismen, take new shape when beaten. We are precious, though we are found everywhere. We are beautiful, no matter how tarnished and scarred the Lord Ruler makes us. And when tested by fire, we become purer. Like copper. Senwyn said we were wrought of copper." The former Keeper extended the bead to Ollin. "Zalwen found Senwyn's ruminations intriguing. He assigned metals to the other peoples of the Final Empire." His voice dropped. "Atium is Luthadel's nobility. Atium is the Lord Ruler."
Gali scowled. I'm a mercenary, not an assassin. And I don't even like being an assassin. But now wasn't the time for trivialities. "The older Feruchemist in the marketplace today. His name is Zalwen. He's a high-ranked practitioner of Feruchemy, late fifties, accompanied by an apprentice who is also a Feruchemist. He's been in Tathingdwen for the last three weeks, spending hours secluded in the libraries. Somehow he got permission and an official charter from a nobleman—I don't know his name—to research Governor Fosca's private libraries." She took a deep breath. "No, Obligator Breighton, I don't know what Zalwen was researching. But I can tell you this: It is important enough for someone high in the Final Empire to hire me in Urteau, far from here, to assassinate him. I don't know who my employers are, but they're powerful, and they're out for his blood. Mine too." "Zalwen. Interesting." Very interesting indeed. What part did Fosca have to play in all this? Was he, perhaps, the one who chartered the Feruchemist? Or perhaps the governor was behind today's kerfuffle in the marketplace. "How did you keep in contact with your employers?" _____________ "The Lord Ruler?" Ollin pinched the bead between thumb and forefinger. "What do you think he meant by that?" Jove shrugged. "Perhaps he wishes for us to follow him to Luthadel. After all, that is where the Sliver spends most of his time these days."
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 7, 2015 8:24:40 GMT
Chazan clasped his hands behind his back. "I believe Master Jove's explanation makes a lot of sense. There are more insidious, more ominous meanings—perhaps—but I believe the nobility of Luthadel is our first clue. I will inform the Governor that my relatives have been affected by Abokai's slaughter and will see if I can leave Tathingdwen for a certain length of time. Governor Fosca has more than one Terris steward, so my presence will not be missed."
Gali shook her head. "I got a sealed packet from a messenger which laid out full instructions, including the information I've given you and a way to collect the half of my price I'd collect on finishing the job. I had no contact with my employers beyond that." She paused. "The packet had Ministry seals. The messenger was an acolyte, based on his tattoos. There may be a lead in Urteau."
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 7, 2015 8:45:14 GMT
Chazan clasped his hands behind his back. "I believe Master Jove's explanation makes a lot of sense. There are more insidious, more ominous meanings—perhaps—but I believe the nobility of Luthadel is our first clue. I will inform the Governor that my relatives have been affected by Abokai's slaughter and will see if I can leave Tathingdwen for a certain length of time. Governor Fosca has more than one Terris steward, so my presence will not be missed."
Gali shook her head. "I got a sealed packet from a messenger which laid out full instructions, including the information I've given you and a way to collect the half of my price I'd collect on finishing the job. I had no contact with my employers beyond that." She paused. "The packet had Ministry seals. The messenger was an acolyte, based on his tattoos. There may be a lead in Urteau." "Did you hear that, Mommy? My explanation makes a lot of sense." "That's a first." "Celebrations are in order! Come, shieldmates! Let us drink deep and don revelrous garlands of ivy and laurel--" "Later, child. I believe the journey to Luthadel takes precedence." Jove deflated, torn between disappointment and anticipation for what would surely be a grand adventure. If only Ti were coming. Then everything would be perfect. "Very well. Let us leave at once. My masterful muscles have been idle too long." _______________ "I will dispatch an operative to Urteau posthaste." August was quiet for a moment. "In fact... is there any way I could convince you to enter my service?" ((Brb. Cleaning up dinner dishes. :P))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 7, 2015 9:07:44 GMT
Chazan nodded. "I would concur with Jove. There is the courier pathway should you choose to take that, Ollin. For you, Jove, and for your mother if she chooses to go with you…" He rubbed his chin. "Ah, we have a few means of transport. A barge would be fastest, especially if we can change horses. Zalwen also won't be too far in front of us, so we may potentially be able to catch up with them."
Gali measured August's offer. Many times she'd been betrayed, beaten, left for dead by a master she'd tried to serve well. Would August turn out any different? Exchanging polite conversation over cups of tea wasn't really the best way to gauge who he really was. Anyone could put up a front. But still, deep within, the urge to trust someone—to give someone a chance, for once—niggled at her. She didn't have to trust him yet. No, August, like everyone else, would have to prove his trustworthiness before she gave away any secrets. She could afford to give him a chance. She'd survived this long. She raised her eyebrows and nodded. "You may convince me by paying me well. Once again, I don't need extravagant sums, but I don't want the minimum wage either. Agreed?"
((Aaaand I'm off. Trying to catch up on sleep and health. See you tomorrow, hopefully!))
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 8, 2015 19:55:54 GMT
(( Dmitri Pendragon, sure, he looks like a thirteen year old with way to much makeup on ))
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 9, 2015 7:51:21 GMT
Chazan nodded. "I would concur with Jove. There is the courier pathway should you choose to take that, Ollin. For you, Jove, and for your mother if she chooses to go with you…" He rubbed his chin. "Ah, we have a few means of transport. A barge would be fastest, especially if we can change horses. Zalwen also won't be too far in front of us, so we may potentially be able to catch up with them."
Gali measured August's offer. Many times she'd been betrayed, beaten, left for dead by a master she'd tried to serve well. Would August turn out any different? Exchanging polite conversation over cups of tea wasn't really the best way to gauge who he really was. Anyone could put up a front. But still, deep within, the urge to trust someone—to give someone a chance, for once—niggled at her. She didn't have to trust him yet. No, August, like everyone else, would have to prove his trustworthiness before she gave away any secrets. She could afford to give him a chance. She'd survived this long. She raised her eyebrows and nodded. "You may convince me by paying me well. Once again, I don't need extravagant sums, but I don't want the minimum wage either. Agreed?" ((Aaaand I'm off. Trying to catch up on sleep and health. See you tomorrow, hopefully!)) "I'll go ahead to Luthadel tonight, see if I can't find us some proper lodging." She already had a few ideas. "Now, Jove. You stay with Chazan. Yes Mommy?" He put his hand to his heart, as though swearing fealty. "Yes Mommy." ((This lady reminds me of Ollin a bit: www.facebook.com/bbcspotlight/videos/705707666161401/?pnref=story :P )) ___________ "Agreed." August poured himself some more tea, then offered to refill Gali's cup. "For your first task, I charge you with the investigation of Urteau. Find your former employers and report back within a fortnight." ___________ ((Where is Kenton Docks?))
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 9, 2015 23:39:04 GMT
Three shadows moved through the mist. Flying over rooftops, dashing through the empty streets, hissing through the night as if they were one with it. The moonlight glared off of the spiked eyes of the Inquisitors as they flew through the streets of Tathingdwen. They stopped at an old, weathered, shack, unsheathing their weapons-- lengths of wood, with jagged shards of obsidian jutting out of them. "Where are the others?" The shortest of the three spoke, in a high, grating voice. The other, a tall, slender, man, did not reply, but strode to the door, kicking it open. The Inquisitor paused, glancing about the interior of the shack, before gesturing for the others to follow him in. "Gwyver, what about the others?" Kybo asked once again, following close behind. "Kybo, stay with me," the tall one, Gwyver said, "Kul, check the closets," he spoke to the third. "The other three, where are they? Do you think they found him?" "Yes." The Inquisitors searched about the room, turning over tables, throwing open closet doors. Nothing, the traitor was nowhere to be found.
Kul, the third Inquisitor in the room, stood motionless in the corner of the shack. "Kul, have you found anything?" Kybo said. No reply. "Kul?" There was a thunk and something rolled across the floor. Kybo knelt, picking up the blood stained spike from the ground. He looked up just as Kul crumpled to the ground, a shadow looming behind him. Gwyver stepped forward with a quiet hiss, shoving Kybo behind him. Another Inquisitor stepped from the shadows, a tall, predatory, man. “The other three, Abokai, where are they?” Gwyver spoke, quietly. Three spikes fell from the Inquisitor’s hand. Gwyver paused, glancing at the spikes on the ground, “You will explain this to the Lord Ruler,” he finally said, striding forward. Abokai said nothing, giving an empty stare. Finally he cocked his head to the side and said, simply, “the Synod.” Gwyver gave the ghost of a frown, stopping in his tracks, “What?” “The Synod. The terrisman at the docks today was protecting one of the Synod.” “What? How can you know this?” Abokai gave no reply. A chill travelled up Gwyver’s spine, the Inquisitor of Tathingdwen had always... unnerved him-- he just seemed to know things. Things that the other Inquisitors, even the Lord Ruler, had no knowledge of. Gwyver had never figured out how Abokai knew these things, but he was sure of one thing-- the murder of nobles was not the only reason the Lord Ruler wanted the Inquisitor dead. “He will lead us to the others...” Abokai finally said, in his deep, boulder of a voice. “Us?” Gwyver raised an eyebrow, unconsciously backing away. Kybo stepped from his place in the shadows, a sharp-toothed grin slithering across his face, “the Synod, all to ourselves. Think about it, Gwyver, think about all that power!” “Quiet, swine.” Gwyver gave a sharp whisper, keeping his eyes fixed on Abokai, “we must report this to the Lord Ruler.” “And then, what? Share the spoils with the others?” Kybo said, giggling like a child, “the Lord Ruler will be no concern of ours, if we get the Synod!” Abokai suddenly whirled towards the door, stepping over the gruesome pile of spikes and into the mists. They pooled through the open doorway, chilling the air. The Inquisitor glanced back at his brethren, the moonlight glowing off of his spiked eyes, and smirked, Pushing off into the night. Kybo cackled, rushing out the door after him. Gwyver stood, alone in the room. Then he shook his head, greed and curiosity getting the better of him, and followed. (( Ready or not, here I come )) (( And if its god modding that Abokai knows about Zalwen, I'll come up with an explanation. Otherwise, imma keep it mysterious ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 10, 2015 7:45:37 GMT
(( gamemastergrimwarden: I don't mind if Abokai knows that Zalwen is part of the Synod. It's not a secret I'm trying to keep.)) "I'll go ahead to Luthadel tonight, see if I can't find us some proper lodging." She already had a few ideas. "Now, Jove. You stay with Chazan. Yes Mommy?" He put his hand to his heart, as though swearing fealty. "Yes Mommy." Chazan nodded. "Very good. I will arrange a temporary replacement for my duties under the Governor and will set off when I can get away."
Urteau. A fortnight. Gali drew a picture of the Final Empire in her mind. The ashmount Kalling lay between Tathingdwen and Urteau, and the city was near the southern border of the Northern Dominance. It might take a while longer than August suggested. She waved off August's offer of a refill. "It will take time to get to Urteau, even on a pewter drag. If I can't get there and back within two weeks, I'll send a Ministry acolyte." ((Timeskip to our respective destinations? I'll get something up for where Kenton Docks is soon.))
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 10, 2015 8:30:45 GMT
Chazan nodded. "Very good. I will arrange a temporary replacement for my duties under the Governor and will set off when I can get away."
Urteau. A fortnight. Gali drew a picture of the Final Empire in her mind. The ashmount Kalling lay between Tathingdwen and Urteau, and the city was near the southern border of the Northern Dominance. It might take a while longer than August suggested. She waved off August's offer of a refill. "It will take time to get to Urteau, even on a pewter drag. If I can't get there and back within two weeks, I'll send a Ministry acolyte." ((Timeskip to our respective destinations? I'll get something up for where Kenton Docks is soon.)) Ollin nodded, and after pecking Jove on the cheek, set back to her apartment to collect her things. _______ Jove's shoulders drooped, watching his Mommy disappear. ((Timeskip works. :) I'll have to respond tomorrow, though, since my family is watching a movie together. :P))
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