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<blockquote data-quote="skullsmurfer" data-source="post: 2447885" data-attributes="member: 17151"><p><strong>Falling Rocks and Lightning Rails, Chapter 26</strong></p><p></p><p>The Sharn City Watch called an emergency muster. The City Trade House Building has been demolished. A four story tall statue of a dragon is lying atop of it's ruined foundation. Only six people died, but only because it happened during luch time. Unfortunately, one of them was a representative of House Vadalis. The City Council is in a panic. It is one disaster too many, they are petitioning the Seat of Breland for help.</p><p></p><p> “Please excuse me,” Marat said as he suddenly walked out of the Captain's tent. </p><p></p><p> High Captain Roland Sevin's ears filled with a noisome buzzing. During the war, the mage assigned to his office used just such a trick to keep his conversations private. It seems that Private Niabelis isn't impressed either. She's biting her lip. The wizard Marat hasn't had much luck with his interview, perhaps it is a ruse to shake her resolve. Private Niabelis has changed since the meeting in his office. Her tongue is as sharp as before, but there is more than attitude behind her eyes now. Marat needs to tread lightly. The Dog Soldiers are still cleaning up the last demon fool enough to stand before her. Captain Sevin smiled while holding up a bottle of wine. She nodded, they almost finished the bottle before the wizard returned.</p><p></p><p> “A very large statue of a dragon has just landed on the Sharn City Trade House.” Marat announced with a straight face. “Your City Council has petitioned the Seat of Breland for assistance. I am, for the moment, in charge of yet another investigation.”</p><p></p><p> “He speaks the truth,” Niabelis confirmed. The wizard was not happy to fall under her gaze.</p><p></p><p> “Does this mean you are leaving then?” Captain Sevin asked cheerfully.</p><p></p><p> “Provided she has not lead me false, I will not be returning.” The wizard frowned. “You should know captain, that the plague within the elemental has been rendered useless. When the flasks finally melt, my guess is, that it will leave this world.”</p><p></p><p> “And what of the plague flask you took?” The Captain snapped. “Is the Seat of Breland planning to use that abomination? I didn't fight a war just to start another. Tell me.”</p><p></p><p> “For what it's worth, you are doing an excellent job here. I will see to it that you have a future.” The wizard said as he left the tent.</p><p></p><p> Marat never answered the question. They heard the Hussars line up outside of the tent and then march away. Private Niabelis refilled the Captain's empty cup. He emptied it without saying a word. She felt the truth of Marat's words, but she didn't say anything. Likely, he already knows.</p><p></p><p> “You are dismissed, Private.” The Captain ordered. “Please inform Sgt. Ironson that I wish to see him.”</p><p></p><p>Above, at the Train Yards......</p><p></p><p> The Lightning Rail station is in shambles. A delegation from House Vadalis has bought out three rail cars. The City Watch forcefully emptied them of passengers, if they don't ease off, there's going to be a riot. The Vadalis retainers are carrying a coffin.</p><p></p><p> “What's that all about?” Theodyl whispered from beneath his cloak.</p><p></p><p> “A Vadalis Heir died in the Trade House, My Lady.” Patter responded, “It seems they are the cause of our delay.”</p><p></p><p> Theodyl is made up to look like an old widow. His wheel chair was enough to get his group to the front of the line, but no further. The changelings are dressed like her attendants. Paragon is playing the part of hired muscle. His fine new skin and blazing blue eyes are hidden beneath a veil of illusion. If things don't change, the bard is going to have to renew the spell. The Watch Sergeant, a young man named Henry, has been giving them just enough attention to keep them on their toes.</p><p></p><p> “Where's that dashing young man Patty? I can't stay here, I'm an old woman I'm too tired for this!” the old widow whined loudly.</p><p></p><p> “No worries ma'm! My boys will see you to your compartment.” The Sergeant rushed to her side. His lads all made faces at the mixture of odors emanating from her person. The Sergeant, however locked his gaze on them until they did precisely as she demanded.</p><p></p><p> “Oh thank you! Thank you!” the old lady beamed at the young man. “You remind me of my son. He was so very kind......” The old lady seemed to fade as if digging for some long buried memory. “I can't seem to remember his face anymore.”</p><p></p><p> The old woman started to cry. She drew an expensive picture frame from her bag and spoke to it as she sniffled. Her attendants worked to distract her from her grief, but she blocked them at every turn. One of them, a young woman with pouty lips, turned to the officer.</p><p></p><p> “Please, her heart can't take it, talk to her,” She almost begged, “I know she'll listen.” He almost refused, but her eyes spoke to him. A heady scent of roses filled his senses.</p><p></p><p> “Come now, mother, don't cry.” The Sergeant said gently, “Tell me about your son, maybe we can remember together.” The attendant, a girl named Patty, took the opportunity to wipe the old woman's tears and remove the picture frame from her gnarled fingers. She eyed the officer in a way that made his heart speed up.</p><p></p><p> The war-forged bodyguard entered the compartment first. Once he was satisfied, the attendants made it comfortable for their mistress. The Sergeant stayed a few minutes until the old woman fell asleep. Afterwards, Patty walked out with him. Pook, Ivor, and Siff made a show of looking the other way. The war-forged only had eyes for his client.</p><p></p><p> “Patty's a slut.” Pook broke the silence. “I never would have thought....”</p><p> </p><p> “Now now, Posie. He was a handsome boy,” Theodyl said with his old lady voice. “and he was so very very kind.” Ivor and Siff shook their heads while grinning from ear to ear.</p><p></p><p> Paragon Harrumphed. Fifty of his men are squeezed into two freight cars at the other end of the train. He's got no patience for masquerades or bed games. If the rumors are to be believed, the dragons dropped a statue the size of a building on top of the Trade House. He can't wait to hit the fields again. Honest fighting, that's what he wants. Maybe, with the City of Sharn behind them, Theodyl will cease his games and act like the soldier he knows him to be.</p><p></p><p> The whistle blew. A ringing alarm sounded in every car on the train. Patty, looking a little bit disheveled, made it to the compartment just before the train started to move. She gave Siff a big kiss before she said anything. Apparently, the kind young man wasn't as innocent as he looked. Theodyl wriggled out of his costume. He set up a Privacy Ward so that they may speak freely.</p><p></p><p> “What did you find out?” The bard asked while passing out glasses. A bottle of wine had been waiting for them in his bag.</p><p></p><p> Patter giggled, he can't help it, he rarely plays a girl. The Sergeant told her about the House Vadalis contingent riding the train. The City Council is trying to stay on their good side, they have some sort of business with them. He also told her about a group of people he's supposed to look out for. One of them, their leader, is a bard. They made love in the baggage compartment. She picked a passenger list out of his pockets as well as a conductor's skeleton key. Patter gave them all the details.</p><p></p><p> The information is a boon. It's a good thing Theodyl didn't carry any of his instruments openly. His flute is hidden within the wheelchair along with a set of pan pipes and a tin fife. They don't make stringed instruments that are easy hide. The harp bow is too unique, anyone looking for him would have recognized it right away. His voice is his greatest asset, though. He's never without.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="skullsmurfer, post: 2447885, member: 17151"] [b]Falling Rocks and Lightning Rails, Chapter 26[/b] The Sharn City Watch called an emergency muster. The City Trade House Building has been demolished. A four story tall statue of a dragon is lying atop of it's ruined foundation. Only six people died, but only because it happened during luch time. Unfortunately, one of them was a representative of House Vadalis. The City Council is in a panic. It is one disaster too many, they are petitioning the Seat of Breland for help. “Please excuse me,” Marat said as he suddenly walked out of the Captain's tent. High Captain Roland Sevin's ears filled with a noisome buzzing. During the war, the mage assigned to his office used just such a trick to keep his conversations private. It seems that Private Niabelis isn't impressed either. She's biting her lip. The wizard Marat hasn't had much luck with his interview, perhaps it is a ruse to shake her resolve. Private Niabelis has changed since the meeting in his office. Her tongue is as sharp as before, but there is more than attitude behind her eyes now. Marat needs to tread lightly. The Dog Soldiers are still cleaning up the last demon fool enough to stand before her. Captain Sevin smiled while holding up a bottle of wine. She nodded, they almost finished the bottle before the wizard returned. “A very large statue of a dragon has just landed on the Sharn City Trade House.” Marat announced with a straight face. “Your City Council has petitioned the Seat of Breland for assistance. I am, for the moment, in charge of yet another investigation.” “He speaks the truth,” Niabelis confirmed. The wizard was not happy to fall under her gaze. “Does this mean you are leaving then?” Captain Sevin asked cheerfully. “Provided she has not lead me false, I will not be returning.” The wizard frowned. “You should know captain, that the plague within the elemental has been rendered useless. When the flasks finally melt, my guess is, that it will leave this world.” “And what of the plague flask you took?” The Captain snapped. “Is the Seat of Breland planning to use that abomination? I didn't fight a war just to start another. Tell me.” “For what it's worth, you are doing an excellent job here. I will see to it that you have a future.” The wizard said as he left the tent. Marat never answered the question. They heard the Hussars line up outside of the tent and then march away. Private Niabelis refilled the Captain's empty cup. He emptied it without saying a word. She felt the truth of Marat's words, but she didn't say anything. Likely, he already knows. “You are dismissed, Private.” The Captain ordered. “Please inform Sgt. Ironson that I wish to see him.” Above, at the Train Yards...... The Lightning Rail station is in shambles. A delegation from House Vadalis has bought out three rail cars. The City Watch forcefully emptied them of passengers, if they don't ease off, there's going to be a riot. The Vadalis retainers are carrying a coffin. “What's that all about?” Theodyl whispered from beneath his cloak. “A Vadalis Heir died in the Trade House, My Lady.” Patter responded, “It seems they are the cause of our delay.” Theodyl is made up to look like an old widow. His wheel chair was enough to get his group to the front of the line, but no further. The changelings are dressed like her attendants. Paragon is playing the part of hired muscle. His fine new skin and blazing blue eyes are hidden beneath a veil of illusion. If things don't change, the bard is going to have to renew the spell. The Watch Sergeant, a young man named Henry, has been giving them just enough attention to keep them on their toes. “Where's that dashing young man Patty? I can't stay here, I'm an old woman I'm too tired for this!” the old widow whined loudly. “No worries ma'm! My boys will see you to your compartment.” The Sergeant rushed to her side. His lads all made faces at the mixture of odors emanating from her person. The Sergeant, however locked his gaze on them until they did precisely as she demanded. “Oh thank you! Thank you!” the old lady beamed at the young man. “You remind me of my son. He was so very kind......” The old lady seemed to fade as if digging for some long buried memory. “I can't seem to remember his face anymore.” The old woman started to cry. She drew an expensive picture frame from her bag and spoke to it as she sniffled. Her attendants worked to distract her from her grief, but she blocked them at every turn. One of them, a young woman with pouty lips, turned to the officer. “Please, her heart can't take it, talk to her,” She almost begged, “I know she'll listen.” He almost refused, but her eyes spoke to him. A heady scent of roses filled his senses. “Come now, mother, don't cry.” The Sergeant said gently, “Tell me about your son, maybe we can remember together.” The attendant, a girl named Patty, took the opportunity to wipe the old woman's tears and remove the picture frame from her gnarled fingers. She eyed the officer in a way that made his heart speed up. The war-forged bodyguard entered the compartment first. Once he was satisfied, the attendants made it comfortable for their mistress. The Sergeant stayed a few minutes until the old woman fell asleep. Afterwards, Patty walked out with him. Pook, Ivor, and Siff made a show of looking the other way. The war-forged only had eyes for his client. “Patty's a slut.” Pook broke the silence. “I never would have thought....” “Now now, Posie. He was a handsome boy,” Theodyl said with his old lady voice. “and he was so very very kind.” Ivor and Siff shook their heads while grinning from ear to ear. Paragon Harrumphed. Fifty of his men are squeezed into two freight cars at the other end of the train. He's got no patience for masquerades or bed games. If the rumors are to be believed, the dragons dropped a statue the size of a building on top of the Trade House. He can't wait to hit the fields again. Honest fighting, that's what he wants. Maybe, with the City of Sharn behind them, Theodyl will cease his games and act like the soldier he knows him to be. The whistle blew. A ringing alarm sounded in every car on the train. Patty, looking a little bit disheveled, made it to the compartment just before the train started to move. She gave Siff a big kiss before she said anything. Apparently, the kind young man wasn't as innocent as he looked. Theodyl wriggled out of his costume. He set up a Privacy Ward so that they may speak freely. “What did you find out?” The bard asked while passing out glasses. A bottle of wine had been waiting for them in his bag. Patter giggled, he can't help it, he rarely plays a girl. The Sergeant told her about the House Vadalis contingent riding the train. The City Council is trying to stay on their good side, they have some sort of business with them. He also told her about a group of people he's supposed to look out for. One of them, their leader, is a bard. They made love in the baggage compartment. She picked a passenger list out of his pockets as well as a conductor's skeleton key. Patter gave them all the details. The information is a boon. It's a good thing Theodyl didn't carry any of his instruments openly. His flute is hidden within the wheelchair along with a set of pan pipes and a tin fife. They don't make stringed instruments that are easy hide. The harp bow is too unique, anyone looking for him would have recognized it right away. His voice is his greatest asset, though. He's never without. [/QUOTE]
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