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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 10, 2015 9:27:33 GMT
(( Kenton Docks. Sorry, I tried twice to make the circle and arrow red, but it kept turning out grey for some reason.)) Chazan entered Luthadel on foot through the Steel Gate, having left the barge once they'd come in sight of the imperial city. A man on foot usually didn't have to be searched for contraband. He drew his skaa hood further over his face and glanced over his shoulder to make sure Jove was still with him.
Gali pressed the obligator's own obsidian dagger against his jugular, her knee in his chest. Her voice was low, deadly, a killer's soothing thrum. "So. Bandar. Now that we've finished the fisticuffs, pray tell me about the Synod." Bandar goggled. Blood tricked from his nose. She'd pushed him into the wall with pewter-enhanced strength. "The Synod?" "The Synod." Gali increased the pressure just enough for Bandar to notice. "This organisation of Feruchemists that the Lord Ruler wants so badly to find and destroy. Tell me about it." His eyes darted. "What's there to tell? It's an organisation of Feruchemists that the Lord Ruler wants so badly to find and destroy. I think you already knew that." Gali raised the dagger. "Since you have no useful information, shall I kill you? Leads, Bandar. Members. Theorised meeting places. Give me your information. I believe I asked for it already, but you weren't willing to give it." "You're not authorised—" "I don't care if I'm authorised or not," Gali said through clenched teeth. "I'm acting under orders from Obligator August Breighton, but I told you that already and you didn't believe me." "And I still—" Gali raised her voice to speak over him. "So. You have ten seconds to live. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five—" "Stopstopstop!" For the next few minutes, Bandar related a complete summary of all the information on the Synod he could recall. Gali didn't take her knee off his chest until he'd given her all the information she wanted and a bit more besides. She rose to her feet and produced a grimy packet from her robes. "Oh, and do you recognise this?" Bandar stared at the letter. "That's a Ministry seal." "I know it's a Ministry seal." Gali's voice grew cold. "What I asked is do you recognise it? How many Mistings have you sent against the Synod lately?" He rose warily and brushed ashes from his torn suit. "I don't hire Mistings. Kell Romnau does that. He's the head of the Canton of Inquisition in Urteau." Gali turned and stalked out of the alleyway. A new lead, a new contact. Hopefully this Romnau would be more willing to talk than Bandar had been. Bandar's voice pitched wildly behind her. "You're not going to kill me?" "Would you like me to kill you?" she said without turning. "Um, no." She glanced over her shoulder to meet his eyes. "I don't like killing people." She held up his dagger and ran a finger along the point. A bead of blood pooled in the shallow cut and fell, a scarlet teardrop among the ashes. "But I also don't give second chances." ((Kell is for grabs. Do whatever you like with him.))
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 10, 2015 10:06:14 GMT
(( Kenton Docks. Sorry, I tried twice to make the circle and arrow red, but it kept turning out grey for some reason.)) Chazan entered Luthadel on foot through the Steel Gate, having left the barge once they'd come in sight of the imperial city. A man on foot usually didn't have to be searched for contraband. He drew his skaa hood further over his face and glanced over his shoulder to make sure Jove was still with him.
Gali pressed the obligator's own obsidian dagger against his jugular, her knee in his chest. Her voice was low, deadly, a killer's soothing thrum. "So. Bandar. Now that we've finished the fisticuffs, pray tell me about the Synod." Bandar goggled. Blood tricked from his nose. She'd pushed him into the wall with pewter-enhanced strength. "The Synod?" "The Synod." Gali increased the pressure just enough for Bandar to notice. "This organisation of Feruchemists that the Lord Ruler wants so badly to find and destroy. Tell me about it." His eyes darted. "What's there to tell? It's an organisation of Feruchemists that the Lord Ruler wants so badly to find and destroy. I think you already knew that." Gali raised the dagger. "Since you have no useful information, shall I kill you? Leads, Bandar. Members. Theorised meeting places. Give me your information. I believe I asked for it already, but you weren't willing to give it." "You're not authorised—" "I don't care if I'm authorised or not," Gali said through clenched teeth. "I'm acting under orders from Obligator August Breighton, but I told you that already and you didn't believe me." "And I still—" Gali raised her voice to speak over him. "So. You have ten seconds to live. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five—" "Stopstopstop!" For the next few minutes, Bandar related a complete summary of all the information on the Synod he could recall. Gali didn't take her knee off his chest until he'd given her all the information she wanted and a bit more besides. She rose to her feet and produced a grimy packet from her robes. "Oh, and do you recognise this?" Bandar stared at the letter. "That's a Ministry seal." "I know it's a Ministry seal." Gali's voice grew cold. "What I asked is do you recognise it? How many Mistings have you sent against the Synod lately?" He rose warily and brushed ashes from his torn suit. "I don't hire Mistings. Kell Romnau does that. He's the head of the Canton of Inquisition in Urteau." Gali turned and stalked out of the alleyway. A new lead, a new contact. Hopefully this Romnau would be more willing to talk than Bandar had been. Bandar's voice pitched wildly behind her. "You're not going to kill me?" "Would you like me to kill you?" she said without turning. "Um, no." She glanced over her shoulder to meet his eyes. "I don't like killing people." She held up his dagger and ran a finger along the point. A bead of blood pooled in the shallow cut and fell, a scarlet teardrop among the ashes. "But I also don't give second chances." ((Kell is for grabs. Do whatever you like with him.)) "Impressive. Very impressive." Jove stood nearby, surveying the city. "Is that Kredik Shaw over yonder, or do mine eyes deceive me?" "They deceive you." Ollin materialized at his side, as wry and sardonic as ever, although there was a fevered glint to her eyes. Still getting over that Pewterdrag. "Why, hello Mommy!" "Hello, children. If you'll follow me, I've found us accommodations in the city. We'll be safe there, but our host... well... let's try to keep a sense of humor." ___________ ((I can take Kell. :) Since it's kinda late, though, I'll have to sleep on his half of the post and add it tomorrow.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 11, 2015 20:20:09 GMT
Children. For some reason, Ollin's term didn't bother him as much as it had last time. A faint smile twitched Chazan's lips. "A sense of humour? I'm sure Master Jove would be happy to oblige our host."
((Map of Urteau for future reference)) Much as she disliked having to do so, Gali cleaned up a bit to prepare for her meeting with Romnau. She wiped the ash from her face, spat on her fingers and rubbed the smudges from her shirt with the moisture, and rolled down her sleeves to hide the fresh scars. Urteau. She concealed the obsidian dagger under her shirt and glanced in both directions to make sure no one had seen. Urteau was quite possibly her least favourite place in all the Final Empire, save one location. But it meant she was being paid, and she didn't have to kill anyone. Not yet. With those thoughts fresh in her mind, she strode into the Canton of Inquisition and demanded to see Kell Romnau.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 11, 2015 22:19:37 GMT
Whisper knocked lightly on the door of the barge's only cabin, paused, and burned tin to listen. Footsteps shifted inside, and two sets of breathing drifted into her ears. So both of them were still there. Good. Daub would have been displeased if they'd left early. She extinguished her tin and stepped back as the cabin door opened and a Khlenni man in the typical garb of a middle-class noble stepped out. He inhaled deeply through his nose and glanced at her. "Daub says it is time to disembark, I assume?" Whisper nodded. He stared over her shoulder to the cityscape beyond. "Does he have lodging for us?" Whisper lifted her shoulders in a barely detectible shrug. "No, never mind." Lord Lanthard Dalmeaux rested his hand on her shoulder for a second. She flinched, but didn't pull away. As if aware of her hesitation, he raised his hand. "I have enough friends in the city to assure myself a safe place to stay. Still, I expect to surprise a few of them." His face pinched as if remembering a loss. From what Whisper knew of his background, that fitted. She peeked around him into the cabin. A Terris steward in the characteristic arrow-shaped robes of his order stood behind Lanthard, listening intently to the one-sided conversation. "Can you talk?" Lanthard smiled and tickled her under the chin. This time, Whisper pulled back and folded her arms. She had no inclination to speak, and even if she did, she didn't need to. "Apparently not. I see. Well, you can tell Daub that I will find lodging in the city and will trust him and his crew to do their shadowing. Actually, I might take his Tineye with me." Lanthard smiled at her. "I could use a listener." Whisper pursed her lips and shook her head. "Wasing the notting of doing." "Ah, she speaks! In Eastern street slang, I see." Lanthard beckoned to his steward. "The libraries first, I propose, Master Vaht Zalwen?"
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 12, 2015 12:02:34 GMT
Children. For some reason, Ollin's term didn't bother him as much as it had last time. A faint smile twitched Chazan's lips. "A sense of humour? I'm sure Master Jove would be happy to oblige our host."
((Map of Urteau for future reference)) Much as she disliked having to do so, Gali cleaned up a bit to prepare for her meeting with Romnau. She wiped the ash from her face, spat on her fingers and rubbed the smudges from her shirt with the moisture, and rolled down her sleeves to hide the fresh scars. Urteau. She concealed the obsidian dagger under her shirt and glanced in both directions to make sure no one had seen. Urteau was quite possibly her least favourite place in all the Final Empire, save one location. But it meant she was being paid, and she didn't have to kill anyone. Not yet. With those thoughts fresh in her mind, she strode into the Canton of Inquisition and demanded to see Kell Romnau. Whisper knocked lightly on the door of the barge's only cabin, paused, and burned tin to listen. Footsteps shifted inside, and two sets of breathing drifted into her ears. So both of them were still there. Good. Daub would have been displeased if they'd left early. She extinguished her tin and stepped back as the cabin door opened and a Khlenni man in the typical garb of a middle-class noble stepped out. He inhaled deeply through his nose and glanced at her. "Daub says it is time to disembark, I assume?" Whisper nodded. He stared over her shoulder to the cityscape beyond. "Does he have lodging for us?" Whisper lifted her shoulders in a barely detectible shrug. "No, never mind." Lord Lanthard Dalmeaux rested his hand on her shoulder for a second. She flinched, but didn't pull away. As if aware of her hesitation, he raised his hand. "I have enough friends in the city to assure myself a safe place to stay. Still, I expect to surprise a few of them." His face pinched as if remembering a loss. From what Whisper knew of his background, that fitted. She peeked around him into the cabin. A Terris steward in the characteristic arrow-shaped robes of his order stood behind Lanthard, listening intently to the one-sided conversation. "Can you talk?" Lanthard smiled and tickled her under the chin. This time, Whisper pulled back and folded her arms. She had no inclination to speak, and even if she did, she didn't need to. "Apparently not. I see. Well, you can tell Daub that I will find lodging in the city and will trust him and his crew to do their shadowing. Actually, I might take his Tineye with me." Lanthard smiled at her. "I could use a listener." Whisper pursed her lips and shook her head. "Wasing the notting of doing." "Ah, she speaks! In Eastern street slang, I see." Lanthard beckoned to his steward. "The libraries first, I propose, Master Vaht Zalwen?" ((Ooh, thanks! :) This'll come in handy. Sorry for disappearing, btw. :P I had a lot on my plate for the past few days--writing college applications, studying for the ACT, taking the ACT, trying (and failing) to write. ;) )) "Quite," Jove said with a sagacious nod. "I am able to put aside the mask of tragedy, if the situation is appropriate." Ollin bit her lip. She wasn't sure how to prepare them for the--ah-- surprises that lay ahead. But Chazan seemed to be in a good mood. Hopefully that would be enough to carry them through the next few days. Just to be sure, Ollin burned Brass, subtly soothing her companions' discomfort. "Alright then. Follow me. Keep Deidoa is just a few blocks down." _________ ((I realize that this may be a bit of a Godmod, but I wanna keep Tiberius in play. ;) )) Shieldmate,My apologies. I had to go. A bizarre twist of events has arrested my interest--the story is more important than the paycheck, but goodness knows I need the money, especially if we keep drinking at this rate. Ha ha.Tiberius paused, considering his letter, then rubbed out the last sentence. That was creepy. I hope to return within a few months time. Both purse and notebook will be full by then, and I shall be able to repay your kindness with beer and stories of the road.Doggedly,Tiberius Postumus ParseSlowly, reverently, he tore the paper from his notebook. Jove wouldn't get this letter for several weeks, but it was the best he do. A sudden movement on the street below caught his attention. The door opened. A nobleman stepped out. Tiberius perched like a vulture on the roof, straining for the name-- "--Master Vaht Zalwen?" Yes. Yes! A thousand times, yes! Tiberius scribbled in his notebook, jotting down the noble's description. Middle-class, noble, sarcastic. All very interesting. He couldn't wait to probe this man's connection with the Terrisman, and after that, the Terrisman's connection to the Inquisitor. So many people. So many stories. Wouldn't it be a treat to dissect them all? _______________ "Kell Romnau?" The acolyte receptionist blinked at Gali in disbelief. "You want to see him? As in, desire of your own free will? He's not busy at the moment, but..."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 12, 2015 21:00:02 GMT
(( So, everyone is in Luthadel? ))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 15, 2015 6:47:11 GMT
(( gamemastergrimwarden: Yes, everyone's in Luthadel. We had a timeskip.)) "Quite," Jove said with a sagacious nod. "I am able to put aside the mask of tragedy, if the situation is appropriate." Ollin bit her lip. She wasn't sure how to prepare them for the--ah-- surprises that lay ahead. But Chazan seemed to be in a good mood. Hopefully that would be enough to carry them through the next few days. Just to be sure, Ollin burned Brass, subtly soothing her companions' discomfort. "Alright then. Follow me. Keep Deidoa is just a few blocks down." "Keep Deidoa?" Chazan nodded, fingering one of the copperminds on his arms. "I don't quite recognise the name. Obviously the Deidoa family doesn't play such a large role in the Terris Dominance." He dropped his voice. "How much do we say, Ollin? Can they be trusted, or are we just passersby to them?"
"If he's not busy at the moment," Gali said, "he will be able to make time to see me. I am a noble from the Northern Dominance in the employ of Obligator August Breighton. Yes, I want to see Kell Romnau."
A sudden movement on the street below caught Tiberius's attention. The door opened. A nobleman stepped out. Tiberius perched like a vulture on the roof, straining for the name-- "--Master Vaht Zalwen?" Yes. Yes! A thousand times, yes! Tiberius scribbled in his notebook, jotting down the noble's description. Middle-class, noble, sarcastic. All very interesting. He couldn't wait to probe this man's connection with the Terrisman, and after that, the Terrisman's connection to the Inquisitor. So many people. So many stories. Wouldn't it be a treat to dissect them all? ((It's probably a godmod, but I'll let it slide. For background details, Lanthard, Zalwen and Whisper are on a barge. The door I mentioned is the cabin door.)) Daub glanced up. Caught sight of the noble perching on the roof, listening to their conversation. How had he got up there? Iron or steel? And what was he doing? He'd soon find out. Daub flared steel, Pushing himself in a wide arc toward Tiberius.
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 15, 2015 8:35:34 GMT
(( gamemastergrimwarden: Yes, everyone's in Luthadel. We had a timeskip.)) "Quite," Jove said with a sagacious nod. "I am able to put aside the mask of tragedy, if the situation is appropriate." Ollin bit her lip. She wasn't sure how to prepare them for the--ah-- surprises that lay ahead. But Chazan seemed to be in a good mood. Hopefully that would be enough to carry them through the next few days. Just to be sure, Ollin burned Brass, subtly soothing her companions' discomfort. "Alright then. Follow me. Keep Deidoa is just a few blocks down." "Keep Deidoa?" Chazan nodded, fingering one of the copperminds on his arms. "I don't quite recognise the name. Obviously the Deidoa family doesn't play such a large role in the Terris Dominance." He dropped his voice. "How much do we say, Ollin? Can they be trusted, or are we just passersby to them?"
"If he's not busy at the moment," Gali said, "he will be able to make time to see me. I am a noble from the Northern Dominance in the employ of Obligator August Breighton. Yes, I want to see Kell Romnau."
A sudden movement on the street below caught Tiberius's attention. The door opened. A nobleman stepped out. Tiberius perched like a vulture on the roof, straining for the name-- "--Master Vaht Zalwen?" Yes. Yes! A thousand times, yes! Tiberius scribbled in his notebook, jotting down the noble's description. Middle-class, noble, sarcastic. All very interesting. He couldn't wait to probe this man's connection with the Terrisman, and after that, the Terrisman's connection to the Inquisitor. So many people. So many stories. Wouldn't it be a treat to dissect them all? ((It's probably a godmod, but I'll let it slide. For background details, Lanthard, Zalwen and Whisper are on a barge. The door I mentioned is the cabin door.)) Daub glanced up. Caught sight of the noble perching on the roof, listening to their conversation. How had he got up there? Iron or steel? And what was he doing? He'd soon find out. Daub flared steel, Pushing himself in a wide arc toward Tiberius. ((;) Danke. I just don't want Ti to fall of the face of the Earth, and besides, it'll be fun to interact with Daub.)) Another Coinshot? Tiberius scowled. He hated to face another Steelpusher. It meant the loss his primary advantage: Disappearing over the rooftops. Still, he couldn't stay. Even if his adversary pursued, there was nothing to be gained from lingering any longer. Tiberius shot up like an arrow, Pushing off the barge, and landed with a splash in the water. ________ "Oh, if we can tolerate him, we can trust him. He's helped me before." Ollin set off down the street, dogged by Jove. ________ "He's not busy... but..." The acolyte sighed. "Follow me." Still muttering and shaking his head, he lead Gali through a twist of corridors, finally stopping at a dark mahogany door. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Three knocks. Pause. "Sir?" "Enter." The acolyte threw the door open, revealing a small, sallow man seated at a spartan desk. "I presume you have a good reason for interrupting my meditation period?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 15, 2015 8:57:29 GMT
Still in the air, Daub Pushed off a windowsill, launching him after Tiberius and splashing into the water after him. "Who are you and what are you doing spying on us?"
Chazan nodded and followed Ollin. "I will accept that judgement and consider how much I will speak about in his presence."
Gali's eyebrows raised. The acolyte's inherent respect of Romnau hadn't led her to expect a man of this description. "I always have good reasons, Master Romnau. I am working for Obligator August Breighton, who is based in the Terris Dominance. Obligator Bendar mentioned that you are the person who prescribes targets for Misting contract killers in the Ministry's employ." As she spoke, her hand drifted toward the concealed dagger beneath her shirt. If Romnau was the one who had sent her out, he was also the one who was looking for her after her failure to assassinate Zalwen.
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 15, 2015 9:52:04 GMT
Still in the air, Daub Pushed off a windowsill, launching him after Tiberius and splashing into the water after him. "Who are you and what are you doing spying on us?"
Chazan nodded and followed Ollin. "I will accept that judgement and consider how much I will speak about in his presence."
Gali's eyebrows raised. The acolyte's inherent respect of Romnau hadn't led her to expect a man of this description. "I always have good reasons, Master Romnau. I am working for Obligator August Breighton, who is based in the Terris Dominance. Obligator Bendar mentioned that you are the person who prescribes targets for Misting contract killers in the Ministry's employ." As she spoke, her hand drifted toward the concealed dagger beneath her shirt. If Romnau was the one who had sent her out, he was also the one who was looking for her after her failure to assassinate Zalwen. Tiberius didn't answer. He dove instead, Pushing off the barge for extra thrust, and shooting out to deep water. There would be no metal out there. Nothing for his adversary to use against him. While that would limit Tiberius as well, he felt much more confident about swimming away than trying to escape on land. ____________ "We can lie, if you like. Patch up some sort of backstory." Ollin shrugged. "Either way, it doesn't matter." She led the trio on a roundabout trail through Luthadel, pausing every few minutes to assure Jove that no, Kredik Shaw was miles away, and yes, Pierre's house was around the corner. "See? What did I tell you?" She pointed to a heavyset building, more like a box than a Keep. "We should probably take the servants entrance. Just in case." ____________ "Yes, of course. Common knowledge. I don't see what that has to do with anything." Kell slipped on a pair of half-moon spectacles, squinting up at Gali.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 17, 2015 7:19:43 GMT
Daub Pushed against the metal columns supporting the wharf, skimming across the surface of the water after Tiberius. The pouch of metal coins at his side clinked, reminding him of their presence. He spun around in the water, searching for Tiberius, and struck out for the Coinshot. People only ran if they had something to hide.
Chazan stared at Keep Deidoa. "Yes. The servants' entrance would be appropriate. We are skaa, after all." He pulled his hood closer over his face. A slight ashfall had picked up. Chazan collected flakes on his hand and rubbed them on his cheeks, disguising his Terris skin colour. Hopefully that would serve to make him look more like one of the forgotten souls who wandered the streets.
"August Breighton had an acolyte attacked by an assassin in Tathingdwen." That much was definitely true. "The lead I'm following has taken me here to Urteau. I have a suspicion she has worked for the Steel Ministry in the past. Not in this most recent encounter, but in the past." Gali paused, letting Romnau absorb the information. "Her name is Gali Dalmeaux. She's a Pewterarm Misting and fights with a duelling cane." That particular piece of information was why Gali had left her own duelling cane behind.
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 22, 2015 9:40:35 GMT
Daub Pushed against the metal columns supporting the wharf, skimming across the surface of the water after Tiberius. The pouch of metal coins at his side clinked, reminding him of their presence. He spun around in the water, searching for Tiberius, and struck out for the Coinshot. People only ran if they had something to hide.
Chazan stared at Keep Deidoa. "Yes. The servants' entrance would be appropriate. We are skaa, after all." He pulled his hood closer over his face. A slight ashfall had picked up. Chazan collected flakes on his hand and rubbed them on his cheeks, disguising his Terris skin colour. Hopefully that would serve to make him look more like one of the forgotten souls who wandered the streets.
"August Breighton had an acolyte attacked by an assassin in Tathingdwen." That much was definitely true. "The lead I'm following has taken me here to Urteau. I have a suspicion she has worked for the Steel Ministry in the past. Not in this most recent encounter, but in the past." Gali paused, letting Romnau absorb the information. "Her name is Gali Dalmeaux. She's a Pewterarm Misting and fights with a duelling cane." That particular piece of information was why Gali had left her own duelling cane behind. Tiberius popped up for air. Still following? Now that was determination. He sank down once more, blowing bubbles through his nose, and Pushed a fistful of coins at his pursuer. __________ Ollin circled to the back of the Keep and knocked hard on the servants' entrance. __________ "Ah. Dalmeaux. I remember that name. You want information regarding her former employers, I expect?"
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 22, 2015 9:55:37 GMT
The servant door blew open, and an exasperated, plump old woman popped her head out.
"No, no, and no! How many times do I have to tell you, Master Pierre doesn't do hand outs! Go find somewhere else to beg!" She exclaimed, waving her hands around.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 24, 2015 4:25:14 GMT
Daub saw the coins coming through the blue lines of his chest and Pushed back, sending them back at Tiberius. He continued swimming with powerful strokes…and a lot of splashing.
"We are not requesting handouts," said Chazan, his voice low and gravelly. "Nor are we vagabonds, or thieves, or the scum of the streets. Your master knows one of our party." He nodded to Ollin. "Please allow us access to Keep Deidoa."
"Her employers, past and present, as well as her former targets." Gali jerked a nod. "And information on a certain Terrisman Keeper she was recently assigned to find."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 24, 2015 4:31:57 GMT
The skaa lady gave Chazan a nasty glare, before begrudgingly stepping aside.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 24, 2015 5:09:41 GMT
Chazan smiled—a thin-lipped, stony smile—and strode inside. "Ollin, you know this place better than I do."
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 24, 2015 8:24:40 GMT
Daub saw the coins coming through the blue lines of his chest and Pushed back, sending them back at Tiberius. He continued swimming with powerful strokes…and a lot of splashing. _______ "Her employers, past and present, as well as her former targets." Gali jerked a nod. "And information on a certain Terrisman Keeper she was recently assigned to find." Chazan smiled—a thin-lipped, stony smile—and strode inside. "Ollin, you know this place better than I do." "Yes, yes. Right this way." Ollin brushed past the serving woman. "I think Pierre has dinner prepared for us in the Southeast dining room. Now remember. We've got to keep our sense of humor." She led the way through the corridors, her footsteps echoing, then finally emerged in an oak-paneled ballroom. It was empty. Eerily empty. A lonely table lay in the center, heaped with steaming platters of food. "Sustenance!" Jove leapt forward, wrenching off a drumstick. ((Editting in the rest.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 24, 2015 8:38:59 GMT
((I'm not going to be on much longer, so don't get your hopes up at my presence. )) Chazan shook his head. "The depth of Lord Deidoa's impressions of help is impressive." He glanced sideways at Ollin. "Are there deeper secrets to his aid?"
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 24, 2015 8:52:36 GMT
"Deeper secrets?" Ollin sighed, watching her son gnaw the drumsticks. "I don't know about that. Deeper pockets, definitely, but Pierre is clean to the best of my knowledge."
((Lol. I'll take what I can get.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 24, 2015 8:54:39 GMT
Chazan rubbed the ash from his face with the shoulders of his skaa tunic. "I see." He gestured toward the table. "My training as a steward insists you begin before me. Please, Lady Ollin."
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 24, 2015 9:03:25 GMT
Ollin blinked in surprise. "I thought you knew better than that, child. We're all equals here." She pulled back a chair, gesturing for Chazan to sit first.
((Brb. Doing the dishes.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 24, 2015 9:06:13 GMT
Chazan's eyebrows raised under his hood. High. "There are some limits to which a person's code of ideals may be stretched…but equality does not go that far for me." He took a different chair than the one Ollin had pulled out. "The Lord Ruler hates Terrismen too much for me to believe in equality any longer."
((Aaand I'm off. Night!))
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 24, 2015 9:23:58 GMT
Two oak doors at the far end of the hall blew open, light streaming in. Then, a hunched, wheezing, man staggered into the ballroom, clutching his gut. Nearly collapsing, the man caught himself on the table.
"H-help me…" he whispered, looking up at the others, imploringly.
His face was white as a sheet, caked with a thick, powder.
"I've been…" he coughed, slowly twisting something out of his gut, "I've been… STABBED!!"
The man ripped a bloody, knife from his gut, waving it around and screaming. And then suddenly he paused, glancing to the others, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face. He dropped the knife, with a boisterous laugh and plopped down in the seat at the front of the table,
"Oh, come on now, you three! Don't look so sullen, it was an act! I was acting!" The man, Pierre Deidoa, guffawed, slapping the table.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 26, 2015 1:36:39 GMT
Chazan, whose chair had toppled when he rose at Pierre's appearance, bent to pick up the chair and sat again. He fought to keep his disapproval from showing on his face. After all, Ollin had said to be jovial. He intended the pun. "I find your introduction of yourself to be quite extraordinary, Lord Deidoa."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Sept 26, 2015 2:44:00 GMT
Pierre sat back in his chair, looking quite proud of himself,
"Yes, it was quite shocking, wasn't it? Outrageous behavior for a noble man. scandalous, even!" He raised and lowered his eyebrows mischievously.
Then, rapping his fork on the table, a solemn procession of servants entered, carrying more platters of steaming food.
"Yes," Pierre said, letting the servants pile food onto his plate, "we, here at keep Deidoa like having fun! Don't we Tilly?" He looked up at one of his servants, the plump skaa women from before.
"Oh, yes master Pierre, lots of fun..." She muttered, setting a glop of food onto Jove's plate and moving down the table to Chazan. She scraped the thick, yellow grease from the bottom of the bowl, plopping it on Chazan's plate with a "humph"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 26, 2015 4:58:55 GMT
Chazan's composure didn't break as Tilly splattered grease on his plate. "Thank you, Lady Tilly." He waited until she had moved on to the next person before he made the plate disappear under the table.
He took the plate next to him, scraped a spoon against it, and smacked his lips. "Delicious. I even licked the plate when you weren't looking."
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Post by Lylyss on Sept 29, 2015 19:27:12 GMT
Daub saw the coins coming through the blue lines of his chest and Pushed back, sending them back at Tiberius. He continued swimming with powerful strokes…and a lot of splashing.
"Her employers, past and present, as well as her former targets." Gali jerked a nod. "And information on a certain Terrisman Keeper she was recently assigned to find." (Gaaaah. Sorry it took me so freakishly long to answer. >.< )) Ollin raised an eyebrow at Chazan. Very smooth. She stirred the mess in her plate, not daring to take a bite. Jove showed no such restraint. He downed the whole thing in a couple of gulps, dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and asked for seconds. "Excellent! Quite excellent! My compliments to the chef." _________________ Tiberius dove down, twisting to avoid the coins, then kicked off the riverbed and shot up to his adversary. He had hoped to avoid this. Killing other Mistings was messy business, but the alternative was swimming out to sea. He surfaced with a gasp, tried to grab Daub's head and thrust him underwater. _________________ "Hmmm. No. I'm sorry. Doesn't ring a bell..." Kell held out a hand, clearly asking for a bribe.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 30, 2015 23:27:33 GMT
Ollin raised an eyebrow at Chazan. Very smooth. She stirred the mess in her plate, not daring to take a bite. Jove showed no such restraint. He downed the whole thing in a couple of gulps, dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and asked for seconds. "Excellent! Quite excellent! My compliments to the chef." _________________ Tiberius dove down, twisting to avoid the coins, then kicked off the riverbed and shot up to his adversary. He had hoped to avoid this. Killing other Mistings was messy business, but the alternative was swimming out to sea. He surfaced with a gasp, tried to grab Daub's head and thrust him underwater. _________________ "Hmmm. No. I'm sorry. Doesn't ring a bell..." Kell held out a hand, clearly asking for a bribe. "I question whether Jove's tastes are safe to emulate," Chazan said under his breath. "Just ignore it, Ollin."
Daub dropped a coin and took a breath as Tiberius grabbed him and forced him below. He wrapped his arms around Tiberius and began kicking, hoping to drag Tiberius under as well.
Gali ignored the proffered hand. "Don't play games with me, Romnau. I am an employee of the Steel Ministry myself. Reporting corruption in Urteau to the Cantons in Luthadel could be quite…damaging to your position." She tapped a foot on the ground. "I'm waiting."
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Oct 1, 2015 9:44:17 GMT
Tilly glanced at Chazan, brow furrowed in confusion. Terrismen were weird. Pierre slammed his palm upon the table, "Tilly, you mad genius! This is exquisite!" and then he pointed to Jove, "get the man his seconds!"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Oct 2, 2015 22:29:26 GMT
Chazan cleared his throat. "Lord Deidoa. You have my gratitude for the offer of lodging at your mansion. Lady Ollin has mentioned that she and you have quite a backstory. May I ask how you met?" He raised a wine goblet to his lips, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and set the goblet down again. The level of liquid hadn't changed.
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