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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Apr 16, 2004 14:24:41 GMT -5
*He grabs a quill and writes the name down* Thank you. There. Do you have anything to ask me? Not at the moment. I have other things to take care of. *He stands* I'll come back and talk to you some more later. *He gestures and teleports away*
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 16, 2004 14:26:17 GMT -5
*He sits back in his chair, turns it to the window, and looks out, deep in thought*
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 21, 2004 12:16:15 GMT -5
*In one of the offices on the ground floor, the girl hurriedly reports her findings. Every detail from the moment she stepped into the street to her escape from her tail by going out the back of the Green Angel is promptly given. The man behind the desk, one of the Nightshade's second-in-commands, listens well, occasionally asking a question. She describes the soldiers, the lay of the house, the fear of the servants, the faces of Fern, of her tail whose name she doesn't know, the documents on the table, the strange coins in the box. When she is done, the man dismisses her, and she sneaks back to the Angel the way she came. In the corner of the office, a tall man with a hooked nose and a scar on his cheek and temple appears. The two men exchange a look, then Rumerin disappears again*
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 21, 2004 13:06:15 GMT -5
*He takes his time in looking up the information in his personal library, taking his time yet focussed with the light grey eyes reflecting only the outside world. After a while, he finds the book he was looking for and walks back to the office. There is a small note on the desk, which he reads, and he sighs. Ah well. Jingzu isn't a poor man, he can pay up that little bit more, surely. The master of the Nightshade Corporation sits down and starts reading the book he'd brought, but he finds his attention wandering... Hm. He shakes his head and goes back to reading*
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Post by The Council on Apr 23, 2004 13:41:03 GMT -5
-Thiska teleports into the waiting room and waves to the secretary.-
Hey there! Can you get Rum for me? If he isn't busy, that is.
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 23, 2004 13:47:02 GMT -5
*The small Gnome woman growls and mutters and moans under her breath, comes down from the desk which is cluttered with papers, and walks into the office. She comes back a minute or so later*
Well he will see you Miss, I don't know why, he's terribly busy, but he says it's alright.
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Post by The Council on Apr 23, 2004 13:50:01 GMT -5
*The small Gnome woman growls and mutters and moans under her breath, comes down from the desk which is cluttered with papers, and walks into the office. She comes back a minute or so later* Well he will see you Miss, I don't know why, he's terribly busy, but he says it's alright. Thanks.-Thiska smiles and walks into the office.- Hey Rum! How are ya?
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 23, 2004 13:54:38 GMT -5
*Rumerin is leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest. His face is hard but his eyes betray no emotion. On the chairs in front of his desk are a half-elven man and an elven woman. The man looks grim, the woman slightly embarrassed. Behind them is another half-elf, a young man with short blonde hair and angry brown eyes. Rumerin looks up and nods*
Thiska.
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Post by The Council on Apr 23, 2004 13:59:08 GMT -5
*Rumerin is leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest. His face is hard but his eyes betray no emotion. On the chairs in front of his desk are a half-elven man and an elven woman. The man looks grim, the woman slightly embarrassed. Behind them is another half-elf, a young man with short blonde hair and angry brown eyes. Rumerin looks up and nods* Thiska. Came here to see if you knew anything about the dragon. It's Hell prying info out of Jingzu or Rift.
Didn't interrupt anything, did I?-She smiles and waves at the young man.-
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 23, 2004 14:09:52 GMT -5
*Eiliant stares blankly at Thiska, but Rumerin walks towards her and puts hs hand on her shoulder. He gently pushes her towards his desk chair*
No, you didn't, not at all. Sit down.
*He stands by the side of the desk*
Oh yes. We know about the Dragon. Nerkori?
*The woman in the chair looks up and swallows*
It wasn't a wild Dragon, it was someone's mount. They tried to kill me.
*She quickly describes Windsong to Thiska*
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Post by The Council on Apr 23, 2004 14:31:41 GMT -5
*Eiliant stares blankly at Thiska, but Rumerin walks towards her and puts hs hand on her shoulder. He gently pushes her towards his desk chair* No, you didn't, not at all. Sit down. *He stands by the side of the desk* Oh yes. We know about the Dragon. Nerkori? *The woman in the chair looks up and swallows* It wasn't a wild Dragon, it was someone's mount. They tried to kill me.*She quickly describes Windsong to Thiska* -Thiska smiles and sits, putting her legs up on the desk and listens to Nerkori, smiling at Eiliant from time to time but paying attention to Nerkori.- So, you know anything else about this man? History, so on and so forth?
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 23, 2004 14:48:15 GMT -5
*He makes a short gesture with his head. Morchant and Nerkori are led out by the blonde man, who looks a bit sorry to have to leave, but does so promptly anyway. Rumerin turns and looks out of the window down into the street*
The man is a member of a group of soldiers to have settled in Brend's manor in Caleria. Brend is likely captured or dead, the servants kept alive but terrified. From the description Nerkori gave us, nevermind how she found out, the soldiers are Knights of Neraka. I do not know what they are doing here. Their leader is a human, a Knight of the Skull. I don't know who the Elf is, but I plan to find out.
*Glances at Thiska*
I don't have to tell you that I don't like this at all. That is why I'm passing this on to you now. I can't make any profit from these guys. They have now tried to kill some of my people and destroyed half of a good inn. I also know this sort is highly aggressive. They are likely to harm my business again. If the Council won't do anything, Thiska, you can be sure I will. But I think Alcyon might want to. Give him a nice little project to take his mind off his latest proposal.
*Looks back out of the window*
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Post by The Council on Apr 23, 2004 14:54:30 GMT -5
*He makes a short gesture with his head. Morchant and Nerkori are led out by the blonde man, who looks a bit sorry to have to leave, but does so promptly anyway. Rumerin turns and looks out of the window down into the street* The man is a member of a group of soldiers to have settled in Brend's manor in Caleria. Brend is likely captured or dead, the servants kept alive but terrified. From the description Nerkori gave us, nevermind how she found out, the soldiers are Knights of Neraka. I do not know what they are doing here. Their leader is a human, a Knight of the Skull. I don't know who the Elf is, but I plan to find out. *Glances at Thiska* I don't have to tell you that I don't like this at all. That is why I'm passing this on to you now. I can't make any profit from these guys. They have now tried to kill some of my people and destroyed half of a good inn. I also know this sort is highly aggressive. They are likely to harm my business again. If the Council won't do anything, Thiska, you can be sure I will. But I think Alcyon might want to. Give him a nice little project to take his mind off his latest proposal. *Looks back out of the window* -Thiska smiles.- Yes, that makes four times. Poor sod doesn't know when to give up. I like playing with him, though.
We'll do something. Rift can be territorial, so I think these guys will be dead in a wink if he gets annoyed. If not, you and Alexander can take care of them.
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 23, 2004 15:04:03 GMT -5
*He continues to look out of the window*
No, he doesn't. You're not ever going to accept him, are you? I hope you're not. I'd hate to see you together with that vyd camv-nekrduic rumean-dryh-drui punehk pymm uv runho pukcmesa.
Very well.
*He seems to think for a moment*
Where is Jingzu? If he's available, I would like to talk to him. He- failed to mention something in our last conversation.
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Post by The Council on Apr 23, 2004 15:14:24 GMT -5
*He continues to look out of the window* No, he doesn't. You're not ever going to accept him, are you? I hope you're not. I'd hate to see you together with that vyd camv-nekrduic rumean-dryh-drui punehk pymm uv runho pukcmesa. Very well. *He seems to think for a moment* Where is Jingzu? If he's available, I would like to talk to him. He- failed to mention something in our last conversation. -Thiska laughs.- That would be why I'm not accepting his proposals.
Where else would the workaholic be? His library, likely. What did he fail to mention? Or is this a private matter?
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