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Post by The Council on May 31, 2006 3:54:24 GMT -5
"The church took in two children. Their 'mother' is corrupting them into following the ways of their father." -Rift leaned back into his chair, balancing a small gate between his fingers. It spiraled menacingly, threatening to pull everything around into it. Yet it had no suction.- "We wish to end this on a good note, so we must make sure that the people see that not all Elves are villains. Such as our Councilors. It would be such a waste to lose our esteemed colleagues. So we pick those who we think can end this. Such as the Drow woman. Such as Mellinore Brightshield, who is the head of the school and fills the minds of our children with terrible things. He was even friends with the late Jingzu. He was brought here by him. At the same time, we elevate Catriona and her family. Tell a grand and heroic story, to keep the heroes at bay while we take the ones we need. Keep them heroes. The people need heroes."
-The gate lost whatever wards Rift had placed on them. Great and visible gouts of wind flooded the chambers, and loose object smashed in upon themselves as they were pulled into the tiny hole that Rift held in his hand. Rift took control again effortlessly, and the objects all slammed into the floor.- "I think you lost an earring on that one, Manelant. We also need martyrs. Those who fall. Julia is missing, so she would make an excellent example. We can link her to the madness of Lucius, who has slain a few thugs in the streets. Who else... anyone you want to get rid of? In a good light? We all have causes to promote."
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Post by The Council on May 31, 2006 10:49:15 GMT -5
"I take it you're referring to the librarian's family?" -Ritsart glances at his notes.- "Two siblings, one child. We already have the Drow in custody. She was harrassing people."
"She'll do fine then." -Manelant waves a finely manicured hand carelessly. She is not interested in the petty people.-
"Yeah, but the Trevains... ACK!" -Ritsart's notes fly towards the portal. He draws a pair of daggers and chucks them foward, pinning the papers against the wall. When the winds have stopped, he walks over and, grumbling, pulls his blades out of the plaster.-
-Manelant's smug smile has been blown off her face. She gives Rift a deathglare from behind her veil crosses her arms.- "That was a gift from the ambassador from Shou, you idiot."
-Gustian rolls his eyes.- "Shut up, Manelant. They made you look fat anyway. Rift, you want Mellinore Brightshield out of the way. The school, I presume. Why don't you take more active control of the Ishtarian population while you're at it?"
"Yeah. I sure don't like those Vestrans." -Ritsart grumbles.-
"That, and a number of them can associate Rift with Lunaria in a... non-Elurian capacity. We don't need to open that can of worms on top of all this."
"Ahum." -Dinariel pipes up.- "Speaking of a can of worms, I'd very much like to get rid of that awful tower. That thing in there killed Esevias."
"Esevias? Who the Hells was that?"
"A friend." -Dinariel states haughtily.-
"Oh, a treehugger."
-The little squirrel, which was almost sucked up by Rift's portal earlier and still clenched firmly to Dinariel's hands, squeeks defiantly at Ritsart, who bears his teeth at it. Dinariel shakes her hair over her sharp ears.- "If you mean a druid, then yes. I think we have tolerated those things out there long enough. All we'd have to do is open a big portal under the place like Rift did with the Masterson Bank."
"Between you and Alcyon this city would be purged of all its power." -Manelant laughs.- "Velius has his uses."
"It is not natural! And I don't see why we shouldn't indulge Alcyon either, to tell the truth. It is about time we get rid of that nest of thieves."
"Alcyon will never agree to martyring the thieves, nor will he go along with false charges. He is still a paladin, people. Now let's stop the bickering already. One suggestion for martyrs or villains, everyone. Let's wrap this up before Aerlinn hears about this meeting, eh Ritsart?"
-Ritsart, who had not invited Aerlinn to the meeting on purpose, narrows his eyes at Gustian and contemplates chucking a dagger over at the man.-
"Velius." -Dinariel says stubbornly.-
"Nyata Alanadel." -Manelant muses.-
"Ritsart?"
"Fine." -Ritsart snaps.- "Duke Zander."`
"Good. See, that wasn't so hard." -Gustian smirks.- "Me, I have a proposal for a hero. Kage, the ninja."
"Still meddling with your little tourism schemes?" -Manelant scoffs.-
-Gustian merely keeps grinning.-
-Ritsart stacks his papers and sheaths the daggers.- "So we're all done then?"
"Almost. I think we should arrest a number of minor employees from the larger organisations. Clerics from the Church, clerks at the Exchange, some of the Nightshade thugs. To show the big names that we still own this city. They forget sometimes."
-Dinariel nods thoughtfully.-
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Post by The Council on Aug 27, 2007 8:43:12 GMT -5
-Gustian Naboth's office is large and bright. Behind the transparent outer walls the city lies at its feet, only occasionally obscured by the whisp of a cloud. A large, imposingly heavy desk stands dead-centre in the room, stacked with various papers and books from the bookcases along the inner walls. To one side is a fat leather couch, to another, a large aquarium with exotic fish of various sizes, shapes and colours. Though the room is, honestly, a mess of notes, books and a few discarded clothes, there is a sense of space to it, and a sense of peace that relaxes the mind. It is quiet here, excepting the scritching quill pen on paper as Gustian writes his notes, occasionally interrupted by the sound of dunking the pen in ink. Until the silence is roughly disturbed by the door flying open. Gustian looks up, disturbed in his writings, and none the happier for it.-
-Ritsart Berseba, the man responsible for the ruckus, kicks the door shut behind him, marches heavy-booted into the room, and flops down on the fat sofa.- "Shit, you're not still working on that?" -he growls by way of greeting.-
"Hello, Ritsart," -Gustian answers him coldly.- "As you can see, I am. Don't you have work to do?"
"Nah. It's being done." -The young man waves his hand carelessly towards the city beyond, and yawns unembarrassedly.- "So what are you writing, anyway?"
-Gustian purses his lips. "Legends of the Ninja. To fit in the Elurian Histories series, as part of the tourism scheme Aerlinn and myself have been working on. I pursuaded Mr Tiburon to write Lunaria's Passion, and we'll get a journalistic treatise on Battle Between the Books: humanity on the brink of disaster, with eye-witness reports, maps, pictures..." -He smiles dreamily at his half-finished page.- "Aerlinn is doing one on the new church project, the selfless volunteers who spend their lives toiling for the disenfranchised. We don't have a title yet."
"The Uplifting Spirituality of Mopping Up Beggar Vomit. That'll get you tourists."
"Shut up. We need myths and history. Important places, sights to see, museums to visit, things to do. We'll need a city guide. A mention in Siggies. Get a few boat rides on the river, a reputation for magical arts and crafts, city walks with tour guides, that kind of thing."
"We could make Elf lynching a local tradition? Twice-daily event? They'll come flocking."
"Very funny." -Gustian grumbles.-
"Come to sunny Eluria! Where Demons roam the streets and the Council might just dump you down a portal! Get a complete makeover from our pleasant Nightshade thugs! Spend your hard-earned money on one of our disease-ridden whores, or lose it to the moonstruck loon of the casino! Have tea with the infamous Sewer Guild, and spend a lovely afternoon visiting our overcrowded beggar-infested churches. Say hello to the nice Necromancer!" -Ritsart laughs heartily.-
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Sept 4, 2007 6:45:35 GMT -5
"Where'st fellow falls and silence ends, where'st fire cracks and all else bends. You forgot to mention the Council's inability to stop one of their members from eradicating all Human life. Perhaps the next book shall be the lynching of Ritsart. Ah yes, how the crowds will love it, with Thiska announcing every twitch." Rift smiled, setting the documents back down on the desk as if he had read it in the two seconds he had stood before the both of them. "You people obsess over your trade."
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Post by The Council on Sept 22, 2007 10:47:33 GMT -5
-Gustian smirks.-
"If only," -he snaps at Ritsart.-
-The young man waves his hand in boredom.- "Or just maybe it'll give our sweet citizens a little backstory on outer-plane events, such as a certain war against a certain aggressor." -He shrugs.- "Why'd you have to keep dropping in on people, anyway? You and your god-damn gates."
-Gustian, pushing several papers out of the way, sneers at the young man.- "He didn't. I invited him for a meeting. Private meeting," -he adds meaningfully.-
-Ritsart glares at them both and stands.- "Fine, be that way," -he complains childishly, while dragging his boots along the floor. He closes the door behind him.-
-Gustian frowns.- "Stupid boy. While you're here anyway, you are probably aware that we have executions scheduled later today." -He sits behind his desk.-
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Post by The Council on Sept 30, 2007 12:52:49 GMT -5
"Of course." Rift said as he settled into the seat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning to the side just a little to rest his chin on the tips of his long fingers.
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Post by The Council on Oct 1, 2007 14:09:06 GMT -5
-Gustian looks at the list on his desk.-
"Several people. Drow girl, various unimportant Elves, this Lucius fellow- or was it Lucian?- one or two of our clerks. Did you have anyone to add?"
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Post by The Council on Dec 25, 2007 15:53:20 GMT -5
"Only a few people of little consequence: Some members of the school faculty, chosen at random, and one each of both Alexander and Rumerin's people. People of little import, preferably. A prisoner or two of Calios. No military."
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Post by The Council on Jan 17, 2008 14:27:19 GMT -5
-Gustian makes a few notes and nods.- "Alright. I'll have them picked up."
-He taps his fingers slowly and thoughtfully on the papers.-
"We're going to need to replace Lunaria."
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