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Post by Treijim on Nov 9, 2007 19:32:04 GMT 9.5
[This thread is being introduced by NPCs. I will join with my own characters after the first few posts]
A man in gleaming armour descended the stairs, followed by three knights. They all had an edge of emergency about them and didn't care much for whoever they happened to bump into.
"Sir Isaac," said one, a little out of breath. "Would you slow down? You'll draw attention to us."
The leading knight stopped and turned to throw his companion an unappreciative glare, but then he calmed himself. "You're right. His majesty did stress the degree of subtlety with which we are to complete our mission. Now, I have already arranged to meet a friend of mine. He has contacts, and his information should help us significantly." He threw a furtive glance about the busy street of the rich city, tinted rose in the low sun's light. "He is to meet us at the Chustis Tavern after sundown tonight, so we have some time yet."
His fellow knights nodded and they proceeded at a more orderly pace towards a large tavern situated on a nearby corner. Like the surrounding buildings, it was a grand old structure with decorated glass windows, high and pale walls both stone and thatched, and a wide oak door which was swung open. Though the exterior was inviting and warm, the inside was even more so. A unlit chandelier hung from the high ceiling, yet it still cast sparkling specks of light about the room, as the sun shone in through the windows and into the chandelier crystals. A wide bar wrapped around an impressive collection of kegs and the whole room was busy with comers and goers.
Isaac went to a table that a waitress was cleaning up and his fellow knights joined him, sitting in the same manner he did. After speaking briefly with the waitress about what time they began to serve evening meals, they sat silently and watched the room.
[Anyone can join in almost any manner you like. As a word of advice, outlaws or the like will not fare very well in this plot, but that doesn't mean you cannot join if you want to]
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Post by Max Füchs on Mar 26, 2009 11:25:40 GMT 9.5
The Ildemin entered through the tavern warily. The deformities were all too obvious, and several derisive remarks were made. He ignored them, walking to a spare table nearby where four knights sat, one with gleaming armour. He could hear the remarks still, it'd be hard not to with his ears. They dropped, showcasing his irritation.
Brushing his robe, the mage took a seat. There were very few reasons why Ildemin were about, the most common was looking for work. This one was no different, already wearing a bored expression. He tugged at his robes again, ears rising and flicking as he picked up snatches of conversation once the novelty of him had passed.
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Post by Treijim on Apr 12, 2009 10:23:52 GMT 9.5
"As I was saying," Isaac said, though he had only begun talking just then, "We'll need to keep an eye out for a man who will be wearing a red band around his head. He won't approach us. He will nod at us when it's safe for us to approach him. Also, when he... What is that smell?"
"Ah, sir, an Ildemin is seated behind you."
Isaac shot up from his chair and turned around. On the table behind them, Max was seated, seeming rather bored and weary.
"Could you sit over there?" Isaac said to Max. "Pardon me, you there, with the robe. Could you sit over there?" He pointed across the busy tavern at nowhere in particular and frowned at Max.
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Post by Max Füchs on Apr 14, 2009 11:50:23 GMT 9.5
Max looked around and raised furry eyebrows, fixating his blue eyes on Isaac. His ears dropped again. "Odd request. Why ask, and what reason should I have to go along with it?"
His tail flicked. His eyes ran up and down Isaac now, taking in the human's appearance. "If you're worried about me eavesdropping, I can hear you quite easily from over there."
Perhaps if Isaac had used etiquette, or perhaps if he didn't have the attitudes of a practitioner of shadow magic, he might have moved. But since neither of these were true, he simply raised eyebrows at Isaac as if to ask if he was going to say anything further.
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Post by Treijim on May 3, 2009 9:13:02 GMT 9.5
Sir Isaac crossed his arms. "I ask because, as I said, your odour is simply unbearable, and the reasons you have for complying is that, if you do not, I shall arr... Hold on, were you sent to meet us? ... or are you just trying to cause trouble for the sake of it?"
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tesunie
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Post by tesunie on May 20, 2009 12:05:29 GMT 9.5
Akire had noticed the guards in the street, as they bumbled their way through the crowds. They actually had bumped into Akire, sending him in return, into a nearby vendor stand. He wondered what would cause such a buzz in the pants of three knights, or whatever they were called around here.
Akire had been in the city for no more than a day and he was already poking his nose where he didn't belong. Being the curious type that he is he couldn't leave the thought unfinished without finding out why those official looking people were in such a rush, so he followed them.
It wasn't long till Akire was at some kind of bar. He waited outside for a few moments before walking in himself. He couldn't help his head from swiveling from side to side as he took in all the sights and sounds of the place. Then he spotted the funny people in armor. They were arguing with someone else, at a nearby table. Using what he could for cover, he tried to sneak closer so he could overhear them. Maybe he could ask them for a bit of their food if they were not going to eat it?
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Post by Max Füchs on May 20, 2009 13:12:00 GMT 9.5
He bared all his sharp teeth in a grin. "Possibly. I might have come by... something that could use my abilities." His ears lay, despite the grin, giving him a somewhat threatening demeanor. All the same, his eyes sparked with interest as he eyed Isaac, waiting for a response.
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Post by Treijim on May 21, 2009 14:44:38 GMT 9.5
With a glance at each of his soldiers, Sir Isaac turned back to Max with half a smile, as if wondering whether all this was some sort of joke.
"Well then, if that is indeed the case, what happened to the one who was to meet us? And why would he send a rude animal in his stead? It makes little sense to me, to be frank." He laughed awkwardly and his companions joined him.
"Sir, this one is cunning. We could actually use someone like him," one of the other knights suggested.
Isaac hushed him with a glance. "But he can't be trusted! Clearly! Who's to say he would sooner stab me in the back than help us with a mission of such regal priority?"
"Uhh, sir, quieten, if you would..."
"Mm, very well. You there, the rude Ildemin, are you in need of money?" he asked, speaking quietly now and more conscious of the people around them. "If you agree to help us, you will be handsomely rewarded, but we'll be keeping a close eye on you. We need somebody with some wit and without any royal attachment to do some... work for us. In a moment, we're going to stand and exit through the tavern's kitchen. If you are interested, wait a few moments, ensure nobody is following you, and follow us outside."
After he collected himself, he stood with his companions and headed to the counter but bumped into a child with some sort of mark on his cheek. "Careful there, boy!" Isaac scolded, and then he headed through a doorway in the corner.
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tesunie
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Post by tesunie on May 21, 2009 15:31:51 GMT 9.5
Akire was bumped again by one of the guards, and this time was pushed into the counter. He almost went over the counter, if his foot hadn't instinctively snagged the stool to steady himself. "Hey!" By the time he had a moment to complain however, they were gone. "You guys have some nerve..." Akire glared at the door where they had left... then he had a question. "Why did they leave through that door?" He puzzled it over in his head, and then looked at the table of where they had sat, as well as where the hooded man they seemed to have argued with sat as well.
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Post by Max Füchs on May 21, 2009 15:37:02 GMT 9.5
He was half-tempted to to freeze something on this knight for the hypocrisy, but knew better. And that proved right when he got the offer, in a backhanded way.
Rude eh? That's a good one. He thought in irritation. After a few moments had passed, he stood, and made his way to and through the doorway the men had walked through before. He noticed them bump a kid with a strange star on his face. He avoided the kid, not wanting to collide, or converse, with him when he had the prospect of money in front of him.
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Post by Treijim on May 25, 2009 18:46:04 GMT 9.5
The door led into a tight little back alley with one wall lined with barrels and crates. It ran on a little way before coming to an intersecting alley. Both alleys were quiet and empty. Isaac stood in the middle of the back alley with two men on each side, blocking the way entirely. They all watched Max closely as he stepped out of the doorway and into the alley. Some humble bells rang in the distance and the bustle of the crowd, too, was somewhat audible.
"Well, right to the point," Sir Isaac began, not speaking too loudly. "The king has a courtyard in the southeast corner of the palace. It's heavily guarded and for royalty and palasars only. In this garden is a statue of the prince Alexios, Lord Theodore's son. The statue is... missing some pieces. It's missing it's arms; they were snapped off and stolen not two days ago now. The king and lord request that these parts be recovered, as it is a great insult. If those pieces were displayed in public... the people would be both disgusted at the degree of blasphemy and discouraged in the strength of the king. It's simply unthinable! And so, we believe it is the work of the Twilight Blades. We are not aware of any other who would be so capable as to do this underneath our noses. Now is the time to turn away, if you so wish to not become involved..."
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Post by tesunie on May 26, 2009 0:51:44 GMT 9.5
Akire watched as they all left, and noticed food was still at their tables. Figuring that the food was left behind, which made it fair game, he grabbed what he could with two hands, and shoved a bit of food into his mouth and grabbed one last handful. Then, while eating the food, he walked over to the door and cracked it open to see what all that commotion was about.
He could only hear the last bits of the conversation, uncertain of what was said. He still wanted to yell at the guards for bumping into him, not once but twice, but instead just remained quiet behind the cracked open door.
(Being patient, but this really is what Akire would do. You caught his interest, and he got questions in his head, and food in his mouth.)
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Post by Max Füchs on May 26, 2009 10:31:14 GMT 9.5
He smiled, teeth flashing in an almost vicious manner. "A job is a job. I'm in." His voice had a tone of boredom. "And not going to back out or..." The smile widened briefly before vanishing. "... Stabbing you in the back."
His ears perked, showing his curiosity. He didn't approach any further, crossing his arms and watching Sir Isaac. He was curious now. He was almost never sent to find an item, lost or otherwise, let alone more than one. And the Twilight Blades...?
He continued watching Isaac, wondering what his mission would be.
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Post by Treijim on May 29, 2009 21:28:48 GMT 9.5
Sir Isaac suddenly seemed very satisfied. He nodded, as though speaking to himself and agreeing with himself. "Right. Yes. As of now, we have a total of one lead. Scholars in the garden say they saw a small person -- likely to be a child -- heading away from the palace not long after the statue was found to be vandalised. Now, of course, the child was not seen carrying two stone arms as big as grown men, but this is all we have and so this is what we're going with. All gate guards have been given a description of the child and will not let such a person leave the city. So, assuming the gate guards are doing their duties well, we are then assuming the child is still in the city. Are we clear so far?" The other knights all nodded and gave grave looks at one another, though they had probably heard the talk several times already. Isaac didn't want for Max before continuing. "Right. The child is thought to be a male between seven and ten years of age, with a very slight build, short dark brown hair, dressed like your average street rat. The witnesses also added that he seemed very light on his feet. The man who we were initially looking for -- the one who supposedly sent you -- is the type of man who can glance at a crowd and then tell you who has what colour eyes and what colour hair, and so on. But now we're going to use your perception skills. Before we begin our search, does this description match any child you may have encountered recently? I urge you to be rapid and honest in your answers." [Sorry Tesunie  ] |
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Post by tesunie on May 31, 2009 1:23:02 GMT 9.5
[Quiet all right. Makes things interesting to be certain]
Akire stood at the door, listening in on this part of the conversation. He was about to burst out to offer his help... when he glanced at a hanging pan and saw his reflection off the metal. Short brown hair... slight of build... short... light.. They where talking about him?! Street RAT!? How dare they!?
When he first heard their description and realized they were referring to him in most likely hood, as no one was lighter on their feet than he was, he dropped the food from his mouth to the floor, a dull thud sounding. He hopped that they where referring to being light on one's feet as figurative and no literal...
Taking a peek past the crack in the door, Akire looked to see if the sound of the food hitting the floor disturbed the group any... and if he needed to hide.
[Basically, don't be slamming the door open and seeing me. Akire is quick on his feet and would probably be hiding before they even have teh door open.]
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