KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Lenya and the Elven Ambassador
The elven ambassador looks up at Lenya, smiling, hands covered in soil, a smudge of dirt on her nose from where she scratched an itch doing nothing to mar her near porcelain beauty, "And sometimes a plant is just a plant."
The ambassador stood and dusted her hands off on her robes, then extended a hand with a nod of her head, "I am Delenn Mir, of the Tenth Fane of Elleya. And you are Lenya of the Anla'Shok."
After a moment, Delenn takes Lenya's chin with her soil covered hand, lifting her head so that their eyes meet, "I know you were born to the Worker Caste and taught to look down in the presence of one such as myself. But, I cannot have an aide who will not look up. You will be forever walking in to things." She smiles again, rather mischievously, an odd trait for a member of the Religious Caste.
Felix and Markus Working Overtime
The Red District docks are reserved for the ships of the nobility of various races, as well as the appointed ambassadors of all races and other VIPs of various sorts. As such, they are decidedly more elegant and well maintained than the Green District docks from which Markus and Felix had just come.
The dock set aside for the Deva Ambassador's arrival was isolated, as per the Devas' instructions. The ships of the Deva had no crews, being operated completely by magic...at least according to rumor. In truth, no one knew what to expect, but Lord Clarion wanted security to be tight around the ambassador's arrival. He also wanted a formal greeting party consisting of himself, Lady Ivarra, and the elven, dragonborn, and tiefling ambassadors. Felix was well acquainted with the tiefling ambassador, Londo Mollari, as the often drunk tiefling noble frequented the same gambling dens Felix did. Mollari had even bought Felix a drink once as Felix was the only one left in the bar near closing time when the ambassador decided to share yet another tale of the "good old days of the tiefling republic."
OOC: Feel free to improvise and embellish a bit when describing what security measures you intend to take. Having been put in charge of this detail, Markus and Felix have a contingent of 25 city guards at their disposal as well as two hippogriff riders and a patrol ship and its crew. You'll also need to inform the ambassadors.
Korgon, Rhal, and Amisi Learn of Disturbing Things
Adail looks at the dragonborn's hand and does his best to hide a shudder, "You...honor me, sir, but it is not my place. You will need to speak to the senior Corps member in residence, Markus." Adail looks Korgon up and down and does an even worse job of hiding his disgust, "The same goes for you...sir."
Meanwhile, Amisi reads the letter...
I apologize for not meeting you in Gull as I planned. The Corps found me and I had to make a hasty departure. I struggled and agonized over whether to tell you, to tell anyone, but I need to be able to trust someone. I am a fugitive. A rogue. No longer a member of the Corps. I know you know what that means for me, and what it means for you by my telling you this.
You will need to burn this letter after reading it, of course. But, I had to warn you. I have learned through the rogue mage underground that an assassin is preparing to strike in the Fifth City. I do not know who the target is or when they will strike, but I believe it will be soon.
I am sorry for putting you in this position. Know that I care for you, deeply. You, more than any of my other students, have a potential that is beyond measure.
Best regards,
Ironheart
The elven ambassador looks up at Lenya, smiling, hands covered in soil, a smudge of dirt on her nose from where she scratched an itch doing nothing to mar her near porcelain beauty, "And sometimes a plant is just a plant."
The ambassador stood and dusted her hands off on her robes, then extended a hand with a nod of her head, "I am Delenn Mir, of the Tenth Fane of Elleya. And you are Lenya of the Anla'Shok."
After a moment, Delenn takes Lenya's chin with her soil covered hand, lifting her head so that their eyes meet, "I know you were born to the Worker Caste and taught to look down in the presence of one such as myself. But, I cannot have an aide who will not look up. You will be forever walking in to things." She smiles again, rather mischievously, an odd trait for a member of the Religious Caste.
Felix and Markus Working Overtime
The Red District docks are reserved for the ships of the nobility of various races, as well as the appointed ambassadors of all races and other VIPs of various sorts. As such, they are decidedly more elegant and well maintained than the Green District docks from which Markus and Felix had just come.
The dock set aside for the Deva Ambassador's arrival was isolated, as per the Devas' instructions. The ships of the Deva had no crews, being operated completely by magic...at least according to rumor. In truth, no one knew what to expect, but Lord Clarion wanted security to be tight around the ambassador's arrival. He also wanted a formal greeting party consisting of himself, Lady Ivarra, and the elven, dragonborn, and tiefling ambassadors. Felix was well acquainted with the tiefling ambassador, Londo Mollari, as the often drunk tiefling noble frequented the same gambling dens Felix did. Mollari had even bought Felix a drink once as Felix was the only one left in the bar near closing time when the ambassador decided to share yet another tale of the "good old days of the tiefling republic."
OOC: Feel free to improvise and embellish a bit when describing what security measures you intend to take. Having been put in charge of this detail, Markus and Felix have a contingent of 25 city guards at their disposal as well as two hippogriff riders and a patrol ship and its crew. You'll also need to inform the ambassadors.
Korgon, Rhal, and Amisi Learn of Disturbing Things
Adail looks at the dragonborn's hand and does his best to hide a shudder, "You...honor me, sir, but it is not my place. You will need to speak to the senior Corps member in residence, Markus." Adail looks Korgon up and down and does an even worse job of hiding his disgust, "The same goes for you...sir."
Meanwhile, Amisi reads the letter...
I apologize for not meeting you in Gull as I planned. The Corps found me and I had to make a hasty departure. I struggled and agonized over whether to tell you, to tell anyone, but I need to be able to trust someone. I am a fugitive. A rogue. No longer a member of the Corps. I know you know what that means for me, and what it means for you by my telling you this.
You will need to burn this letter after reading it, of course. But, I had to warn you. I have learned through the rogue mage underground that an assassin is preparing to strike in the Fifth City. I do not know who the target is or when they will strike, but I believe it will be soon.
I am sorry for putting you in this position. Know that I care for you, deeply. You, more than any of my other students, have a potential that is beyond measure.
Best regards,
Ironheart