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<blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7554252" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 211, Part Three - Dieter at the Red Peacock</strong></p><p></p><p>Since the closure of the Triunfo Vida, the most active site for entertainment in Ursalina’s eastern district was now the Red Peacock Café, a fine restaurant with adjoining art gallery and clothier shop. Local working class citizens dressed nicely and came here on special occasions to experience upscale life. All the staff were beautiful orc women in the finest fashion, or tiny goblins and kobolds who slinked around practically unseen in drab hoods. According to Doran, at least one spy for El Extraño always worked here.</p><p></p><p>This district was home to Ursaliña’s rudimentary industrial capacity, but with the city in lockdown these factories had run out of firegems for their furnaces. Like so many other cities, when things go bad the poor workers suffer first, protest first, and are punished first. The Peacock was now a hive of burgeoning dissent, and most of its patrons seemed free from the oppressive phenomenon that affected their fellow citizens. Dieter had opened his own house to the unemployed and made himself something of a hero to this burgeoning movement.</p><p></p><p>When they first entered the Red Peacock, a loud argument was going on between two bards – a minotaur (Ganillo Ducera) and a goliath (Tekla Sixeves) – over which of them would get to perform. Ganillo had a sonorous singing voice; Tekla played a brisk guitar. But neither knew the other’s music, and so their efforts to collaborate had stumbled awkwardly. Now they bickered in the aftermath of a poorly received song about the end of the world. Brakken kept an eye on the dispute for an appropriate opening, keen to establish the whereabouts of his cousin and his dire bear, Feroz.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, Doran made a beeline for Dieter, who was holding forth at the bar, surrounded by admirers. A twenty-something orc, the image Dieter cultivated was one of a rich dilettante. He wore a well-manicured beard and impeccable fashion (for the region; in Risur his clothes would have been a hundred years out of date). However, he appeared to have nibbled on the fingers of his calfskin gloves. Though drinking copiously, he proved to be quite charming and was keen to meet the ‘capable outsiders’ Doran now introduced him to. (Doran had resumed the identity of the irrepressible half-orc merchant, Torado.) He kept the conversation outwardly loud and cheerful and innocuous, punctuated by conspiratorial whispers: Dieter was convinced someone had mind-controlled his father, and was trying to be inconspicuous so one came for him.</p><p></p><p>A few days ago he made a public speech trying to rally support, but the police arrived and violently broke up the event. He went to confront his father, but was spooked before he did so, feeling like he was being watched all throughout the Cadagyr District. He fled to the Red Peacock, hoping for news from the outside world. It was here that Salome Nieves found him and warned him to be careful. At this, Glaucia revealed herself, and Dieter sent a messenger letting Nieves know she was here. “It should take no more than a couple hours. Let’s sit and have a drink and some tapas!”</p><p></p><p>Dieter told them of a rumor he had heard that the Jaula de Oso was going to have a big tournament. People said they’d seen a few trouble makers arrested and dragged there, and Dieter wondered if his father will re-institute old blood sports. But even that didn’t make any sense, because if that were the case Pili Roque, the arena master, would be buying beasts.</p><p></p><p>Other foul things were happening, but Dieter wasn’t sure how much was connected. He didn’t want to seem paranoid, but people were talking of graves being robbed; fountains going dry for a few moments and voices coming out before the water restarted; and the police being brutally violent in pursuit of some masked vigilante who was vivisecting criminals. Dieter thought it might have been Salome, but she was more of a blunt instrument.</p><p></p><p>Though wary of accepting their help (like most people he believed the Obscurati’s claim that Risur was to blame for the Great Eclipse) Dieter eventually let them in on his plan to storm his father’s estate, sometime in the next few days: to get to the bottom of all this once and for all. He would be very grateful for their support, he said. Leon asked about the strange hobgoblin under-butler who had tried to hypnotise him. “Trugido? He’s no hobgoblin!” Leon repeated his description and Dieter said there was no hobgoblin under-butler on his father’s estate. He became agitated and impatient at the news, which seemed to confirm his worst suspicions. How soon could they be ready to move, he wondered?</p><p></p><p>Still with an eye on the bards, Brakken broke away when the minotaur capitulated and began to pack away his music. The crowd had got behind Tekla, a regular, and Ganillo muttered imprecations in chagrin on his way towards the door. Brakken intercepted him and commiserated as a fellow minotaur, then – having won Ganillo round in his own inimitable fashion – asked after his cousin Gordash. Ganillo said that he knew Gordash well – he was, after all, a veteran member of the order – and had last seen him shortly before the Triunfo was closed. “I remember he was quite unhappy, because of the edict requiring all citizens with trained dire bears to take them up to the Jaulo.” </p><p></p><p>Brakken was outraged. “My Feroz? Fighting in an arena? He’s not a combat animal, but my especial companion and friend! He’s very sensitive! He won’t last five minutes!” Distressed and excited, Brakken insisted that they head to the Jaulo at once.</p><p></p><p><strong>End of Session</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7554252, member: 79141"] [b]Session 211, Part Three - Dieter at the Red Peacock[/b] Since the closure of the Triunfo Vida, the most active site for entertainment in Ursalina’s eastern district was now the Red Peacock Café, a fine restaurant with adjoining art gallery and clothier shop. Local working class citizens dressed nicely and came here on special occasions to experience upscale life. All the staff were beautiful orc women in the finest fashion, or tiny goblins and kobolds who slinked around practically unseen in drab hoods. According to Doran, at least one spy for El Extraño always worked here. This district was home to Ursaliña’s rudimentary industrial capacity, but with the city in lockdown these factories had run out of firegems for their furnaces. Like so many other cities, when things go bad the poor workers suffer first, protest first, and are punished first. The Peacock was now a hive of burgeoning dissent, and most of its patrons seemed free from the oppressive phenomenon that affected their fellow citizens. Dieter had opened his own house to the unemployed and made himself something of a hero to this burgeoning movement. When they first entered the Red Peacock, a loud argument was going on between two bards – a minotaur (Ganillo Ducera) and a goliath (Tekla Sixeves) – over which of them would get to perform. Ganillo had a sonorous singing voice; Tekla played a brisk guitar. But neither knew the other’s music, and so their efforts to collaborate had stumbled awkwardly. Now they bickered in the aftermath of a poorly received song about the end of the world. Brakken kept an eye on the dispute for an appropriate opening, keen to establish the whereabouts of his cousin and his dire bear, Feroz. Meanwhile, Doran made a beeline for Dieter, who was holding forth at the bar, surrounded by admirers. A twenty-something orc, the image Dieter cultivated was one of a rich dilettante. He wore a well-manicured beard and impeccable fashion (for the region; in Risur his clothes would have been a hundred years out of date). However, he appeared to have nibbled on the fingers of his calfskin gloves. Though drinking copiously, he proved to be quite charming and was keen to meet the ‘capable outsiders’ Doran now introduced him to. (Doran had resumed the identity of the irrepressible half-orc merchant, Torado.) He kept the conversation outwardly loud and cheerful and innocuous, punctuated by conspiratorial whispers: Dieter was convinced someone had mind-controlled his father, and was trying to be inconspicuous so one came for him. A few days ago he made a public speech trying to rally support, but the police arrived and violently broke up the event. He went to confront his father, but was spooked before he did so, feeling like he was being watched all throughout the Cadagyr District. He fled to the Red Peacock, hoping for news from the outside world. It was here that Salome Nieves found him and warned him to be careful. At this, Glaucia revealed herself, and Dieter sent a messenger letting Nieves know she was here. “It should take no more than a couple hours. Let’s sit and have a drink and some tapas!” Dieter told them of a rumor he had heard that the Jaula de Oso was going to have a big tournament. People said they’d seen a few trouble makers arrested and dragged there, and Dieter wondered if his father will re-institute old blood sports. But even that didn’t make any sense, because if that were the case Pili Roque, the arena master, would be buying beasts. Other foul things were happening, but Dieter wasn’t sure how much was connected. He didn’t want to seem paranoid, but people were talking of graves being robbed; fountains going dry for a few moments and voices coming out before the water restarted; and the police being brutally violent in pursuit of some masked vigilante who was vivisecting criminals. Dieter thought it might have been Salome, but she was more of a blunt instrument. Though wary of accepting their help (like most people he believed the Obscurati’s claim that Risur was to blame for the Great Eclipse) Dieter eventually let them in on his plan to storm his father’s estate, sometime in the next few days: to get to the bottom of all this once and for all. He would be very grateful for their support, he said. Leon asked about the strange hobgoblin under-butler who had tried to hypnotise him. “Trugido? He’s no hobgoblin!” Leon repeated his description and Dieter said there was no hobgoblin under-butler on his father’s estate. He became agitated and impatient at the news, which seemed to confirm his worst suspicions. How soon could they be ready to move, he wondered? Still with an eye on the bards, Brakken broke away when the minotaur capitulated and began to pack away his music. The crowd had got behind Tekla, a regular, and Ganillo muttered imprecations in chagrin on his way towards the door. Brakken intercepted him and commiserated as a fellow minotaur, then – having won Ganillo round in his own inimitable fashion – asked after his cousin Gordash. Ganillo said that he knew Gordash well – he was, after all, a veteran member of the order – and had last seen him shortly before the Triunfo was closed. “I remember he was quite unhappy, because of the edict requiring all citizens with trained dire bears to take them up to the Jaulo.” Brakken was outraged. “My Feroz? Fighting in an arena? He’s not a combat animal, but my especial companion and friend! He’s very sensitive! He won’t last five minutes!” Distressed and excited, Brakken insisted that they head to the Jaulo at once. [B]End of Session[/B] [/QUOTE]
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