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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Aug 12, 2004 15:55:36 GMT -5
*They walk into the Ward, just ignoring the looks.*
[Sindar]Know where you came out?
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Post by Elanor on Aug 12, 2004 16:16:52 GMT -5
[Sindar] Hm, yes... Somewhere near here...
*They wander for a while until they come across a street she recognises, and before long they've found the trash can.*
[Sindar] This is it... Take care, Inni.
*Hugs Inni and kisses her on the cheek.*
[Sindar] I'll see you soon.
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Aug 12, 2004 16:22:34 GMT -5
[Sindar] Take care Elli. Or I'll come over and kick Dragon's butt for not looking after you See ya around. Watch the Spire, cutter. *She returns the kiss and the hug.*
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Post by Elanor on Aug 12, 2004 16:32:28 GMT -5
[Sindar] Thanks. You too, whatever it may mean. Silly telella. *She takes a deep breath and steps into the trash can.*
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Aug 12, 2004 16:36:53 GMT -5
[Sindar]Yer silly yerself, telella. *she watches and hopes Elli'll end up back at Eluria.*
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Aug 13, 2004 6:36:43 GMT -5
*HAving heard no blood-curdling terror-filled scream from whatever could have been stupid enough to be waiting for Elli on the other side, she walks off for the Lower Ward, on the way bobbing some clueless Primes who're just gawking at the buildings.*
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Thoringel
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Post by Thoringel on Sept 5, 2004 6:34:30 GMT -5
*He looked in disgust at the trash-can.* Here, Alethea?
*Alethea nods, grimacing.* Yes master. I fear so.
*He sighs* Very well then, off you go.
Omrin goes first, followed by Alethea. Thoringel steps through, his distate plainly evident. Marnix brings up the rear.
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Post by Kitara on Sept 6, 2004 13:05:20 GMT -5
*She rolls her yellow eyes as the last of them disappears. Good riddance. The cat woman purrs and lovingly hits her claws into the wooden bench she is sitting on, leaving her trade mark scratches all over it. She purrs with glee. The woman besides her jumps at the sight of the nails and the sound of scratching the bench. Kitara glances to her side and chuckles predator-like.*
Oh my, did I scare you?
*She stands up. Her tail sways slightly. The woman shakes her head, her black hair waving on the winds*
No... I'm just...
Still a bit jumpy? You should know better, Ichen.
*Ichen sighs and nods.*
... I liked the guy. He was nice and polite.
*Kitara hisses and makes a head gesture. Ichen gets up obediently and walks with the cat. Every once and a while, Kitara purrs at someone looking at either of them, while giving them a look that screams "Hungry! Are you a mouse?", and that makes people leave them well enough alone. Ichen looks mostly at the ground, though as usual she keeps an eye out for wayward portals. After dodging one of those, Kitara hisses softly again.*
You know better than to like them, berk.
*Ichen nods. Yes, she knows... They pass through a deserted alley.*
I just- I don't like doing that to nice people. It hurts.
It hurts them a lot more.
Exactly! It's just that he had family, and...
*Within the blink of an eye, Ichen is pinned against the wall, sharp nails making holes in her dress- just close enough to scratch her skin and make it bleed lightly. She gasps in surprise, and at the yellow eyes hovering not an inch from her own. Not far under those eyes, she can see sharp teeth bared.*
I don't care. A mouse is a mouse. You styx it.
*Ichen swallows and nods.*
Good.
*Kitara lets her go.*
I like you. But don't mess up or you'll be a mouse. Get going.
*Ichen nods and sighs, and follows Kitara thruogh the streets.*
He asked me to take care of his family...
*The cat lady shrugs*
So what? For one such as you, you are too weakhearted. Are you really going to go to those people and say "oh, guess who did that to your cousin, here's some milk?"
No... I don't suppose so.
Good girl.
*They head towards the Market Ward.*
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Post by Thoringel on Sept 15, 2004 20:19:37 GMT -5
*Thoringel looked up as they came back into the room. Finally...*
*They took their places opposite him, looking at him with their carefully-hidden faces, their eyes glowing redly behind the illusionary masks.*
"You ask much. The place is large. Too large for you."
Thoringel nods. "The place is better than any other. The only other place would have been too small. We can resell later, if we do not need it. And the guard force - they can provide places to hide some of our members."
"You realise of course that such a large sum cannot easily be raised? That if we were to proceed, we would need to provide some sureties against repayment?
You must pledge yourself to full restore to us any sureties we pledge to obtain you this caash.
And if you fail - it is your life.
*Thoiringel did not even blink. He had expected this.*
"The gain is worth it. The church is beginning to establish itself. The people of the city are - slowly to be sure - chaining themselves to the Powers. They must be stopped, and these messengers discredited. The price you demand is high, but for this cause it is a price worth paying."
"So be it. The money you ask will be made available."
*The speaker pushes some papers across the table. They are bearer bonds drawn on Sigil trade houses for a total of ten million Jink.*
*Thoringel looks at them and bows.* "This shoul d be more than adequate."
"An accounting of every penny will be required. It can be called for at any time. Repayment is at whim. Now, go. We expect to hear reports of success."
*Thoringel bowed and rising, keft the room with the credit letters.*
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Post by Merestil Haye on Oct 2, 2004 7:49:19 GMT -5
* The two of them arrive at an elegant townhouse. Sariel opens the door and invites him in. A servant takes Gendorial's coat, and he is escorted to the morning room.
Waiting is an imposing figure. Some seven feet tall and built to match, Ge'hariel was dressed impeccably in a business suit, his dark hair neatly combed and parted.
Gendorial bowed, taking in the room as he did so. The room was oak panelled, and lovingly cared for. The painting above the tapestry was a well known piece by a famous artist who had died some 100 years before. The rugs were the finest handwoven, and the furniture was clasic dsign, but comfortable. All except for the cabinet against the far wall, which was not in character with the rest of the furnishings.
Ge'hariel smiled briefly. *
Gendorial, so good of you to spare me your time.I trust your dealings were successful?
* Gendoral inclined his head. *
Good. I have another proposition to put to you. Your master may have an interest in that cabinet over there. Go ahead and examine it, please.
* Gendorial walked over and examined the cabinet. Fine workmanship no doubt, the doors lovingly carved with scenes from a feast hall. He frowned a little. *
I have no objection to your using divination magics on the cabinet. Nothing else though.
* Gendorial withdrew a monocle and peered through it at the cabinet, then a wand that he activated and scanned the cabinet quickly. *
A very powerfully enchanted item indeed, Master Ge'hariel. I cannot tell what it does of course. My master could though.
Of course. And I wish to offer it to him, in exchange for certain goods he may be able to obtain for me. The cabinet is colloquially termed the Pantry, and more formally a Cabinet of Feasting.
I would be interested in exchanging it for, perhaps, a number of more mundane items that would aid my business? Things that Master Haye might find it easy to procure. Or maybe an item of equivalent value.
Return to Eluria, Gendorial, and make my offer known to Master Haye, if you please. Then we can talk terms.
* Gendorial bowed. * Of course, Master Ge'hariel.
Then I will hear from you in the next day or so?
Sariel, see Gendorial out please.
* Gendorial bowed again, and followed Sariel out to the street. The two of them walked through the ward, finding themselves at a dustbin. Sariel grinned. *
This will take you back.
* Gendorial frowned. looked at the dustbin, and carefully crawled through without another word. *
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Post by Merestil Haye on Oct 6, 2004 11:56:51 GMT -5
* Gendorial finds his way to Master Ge'hariel's townhouse. The door opens to his knock, and he is greeted by a man in smart black, clearly a servant and near the top of the hierarchy. On learning of Gendorial's business he bows slightly. *
I am afraid that Master Ge'hariel is not at home at this moment, and I cannot say when he will be back. I will take the letter and ensure it reaches his hansd as soon as maybe.
* Gendorial hands over the letter and departs. *
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Post by Merestil Haye on Oct 11, 2004 20:11:57 GMT -5
* Merestil emerges into the chaos of Sigil. Sighing he casts a minor spell to clean himself off. He casts an illusion to shift his appearance a bit and sets out towards the Market Ward. *
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Nov 4, 2004 10:56:55 GMT -5
*she finally arrives at the same place she dropped Elli off. She's been back here before, but never used the portal. It's not certain it'd still be here. For a moment she hesitates. Why go back? She ran out on her own. She doesn't need them, she can take care of herself, she's proven that. She's her own person. She's also a Brightshield. Even with all the rest of the family, she can't, she won't not go there, and just let her Nana die without seeing her, talking to her. Afterwards she can always return here, but not now. She's a Brightshield, and family sticks together. She won't run away from this. She takes a deep breath, and steps through the portal, not minding the smell, pleased to find it's still working.*
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