Destiny's Tears-Prologue: A Jewel in the Shadow Part I

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Molpe:
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*Wei-Han nods to himself*

"It is as I thought. In your rand, there are no cities like this...Ret me explain. In this prace, thele are some peopre who do not have enough money to enjoy evely ruxury, and not enough skirr to do much mole than simpre tasks for smarr coin...So they rive hele for now, whele the plice of riving is not as much, so they can make enough money to get by, and hope to save enough fol a better rife for their chirdren..."

*Wei-Han chooses a narrow path that leads between two of the buildings, which is even filthier, if possible, but at least not populated by all the grime-covered people.*

"My aporogies. I have dishonoured myserf and you by blinging you hele. I should nevel have chosen this path."

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[Brother Shatterstone]

Molpe Lilypetals: Limnad/Female (Siren)

[SBLOCK]* Molpe moved closer still as Wei-Han close a different path, yes it had less people but the people where the only ones that had brought any cheer to this dreary place. She wanted to tell him that he hadn’t dishonored himself or her by taking this route, that Amaranthia had no such thing as money and she now understood why but she couldn’t manage any of it… The building that had at once been trees seemed to cry out to her in unholy anguish and she could only manage her best not to cry… both in fright and in their shared pain. *

“Just… Just get me out of here… please?” She bumped into him repeatedly as she tried to speak for her large royal blue eyes where squeezed tightly shut.

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[Rystil Arden]

Molpe:
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*Wei-Han nods*

"Yes, that is why I chose this arreyway. It is the fastest possible loute out of hele and to the Festive Ward. I sometimes wish the Dorathi had not buirt the city this way, but I rearised that since many of the peopre here do work for the Festive or Dock Wards, it is the gleatest kindness the buirders could give them...some day, when I become the gleatest Ryuko master in arr of the Spheles, I hope to find some way to bling hope to these peopre...but that will not be for a rong, rong time, I'm aflaid..."

*As Wei-Han trails off, Molpe hears a thump behind her as in front of her she sees a hideous scaled-lizard-monster leap from the rooftop, landing on the ground with an agile grace and snarling with its razor-sharp teeth, its yellow eyes like slits, gazing at her hungrily as its scales glint with a crimson stain the colour of blood. Even more odious, the creature carries a nasty-looking sword, of a craftmanship that ensures that this is no poor laborer from the ward.*
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[Brother Shatterstone]

Molpe Lilypetals: Limnad/Female (Siren)

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* The peculiar sound causes Molpe to reflexively open her eyes even though she didn’t want to as the sight causes her gasp in alarm and to pull up short in surprise. *

“Friends of yours?” Molpe whispered unsteadily and unnecessary, she knew the answer to that and it worried her greatly, but she forced herself to speak loud enough in Eldish for the lizard thing to hear her, “Good, sir? Could we pass by you unmolested please?”

OOC: Diplomacy +16

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[Rystil Arden]

Molpe:
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"Thele's one behind us too; that was the thumping" Wei-Han whispers at your side without looking back, "They must have been trairing us on the looftops."

*Molpe turns her head a bit to check and sees that this is not quite correct. Behind her lies not another scaly-lizard-creature but a much-more-reasonable-looking beautiful girl with vibrant violet hair and azure eyes that are lighter than Molpe's*

"Kryztan Varys Lyrzanz Crazan Arris?" the girl asks the creature over Molpe's head.

"Vrii, Graz Zaflyn Limnad Arzan Vaztrax Crazan Arris." the monstrous beast replies.

"Vrii, Zayz Grah Ji Van. Razjan Amaranth Viiryz Ayzaz." the girl replies, and then she speaks to you in Seelie, "Well well, I should have known. You don't want me to have to hurt you, do you? In that case, hand me over all your valuables, and you have my word that you will be unharmed."

"I don't know what she is saying to you," Wei-Han whispers, "But I don't think she rearises that I understood her other words, and I recognise her too. She is the reader of the bandit gloup known as the Rosethornes. She said that she is going to see if she can get you to give up your weapons and equipment so that it wirr be easier to kirr you."

"This is arr my faurt fol choosing this path!" Wei-Han whispers passionately, "I know that it is plobabry against your gentre nature, but we must fight. I swear on my ancestors in the Unicorn Clan that I will plotect you with my last bleath. And if things look bad, expect me to rush the Mojiin in a suicide grappre. At that point, I just want you to run and don't rook back!"

*The violet-haired woman waits expectantly for a response.*

[OOC: Molpe's Diplomacy 7 + 16 - 10 (full-round) = 13]
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[Keia]

Zykovian T’Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist/Marksman

[SBLOCK]Zykovian wandered through the streets of Eldiz in a purposeful manner. The ‘I’m going somewhere – stay out of my way’ type of walk with no real destination in sight. Zykovian was to meet Eloquence at the Laughing Sail Inn . . . ’I wonder who he’ll be this evening’ Zykovian thought, vowing to himself not to be surprised, regardless.

*Finally the time to meet neared and Zykovian, having found no trouble in the streets (no one was drunk enough or crazy enough to challenge his stride – he really didn’t want a fight tonight, but he would have taken one had it come along), entered the inn, a frown on his face. It melted in seconds once in the inn, a smile on his face for the wonderful Amity. Zykovian spotted Eloquence and made his way to the table, a nod to a waitress or barmaid to head over as he made his way there.*

"Ah, Zykovian," he whispers, yet you are somehow able to hear him over the discordant din that filled the room, "The preponderance of Offworlders has brought quite a lucrative job for you, methinks. Please, sit down."

*Zykovian bowed his head slightly at the Praetorian Eloquence and sat at the table, taking a position to view as much of the room as possible. He shook his hair as he sat, allowing it to fall in front of his eyes a bit, hiding his eyes in his own special way.*

“Lucrative . . . ,” Zykovian smile a different sort of smile as he adjusted the chair to his liking, “I like even the sound of that word, but with a word that sounds so good, there’s got to be some trouble . . . .” [/SBLOCK]

 

[Rystil Arden]

Zykovian:
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*Eloquence smiles*

"Insightful as always, Zyk. I think that's what helps you solve so many more of these jobs than the other vigilantes. Here's the lowdown: One of the Offworlders was carrying an extraordinarily-valuable jewel known as the 'Heart of Arris' or 'Crazan Arris' in the native tongue of the Mojiin. Why the fool would bring something like that with him is beyond me, but apparently, he wants it back. Badly. And he wants the thief caught soon and brought to justice as well. Problem is, we don't have much to work with. The thief was good. Very good. But she left one telltale sign--and I say she because it was the petal of an Jalarys flower, which only grows on Amaranthia. We don't have any leads beyond that, though I'd imagine that the Mojiin might know something about this gem, and there was one who walked into the front room after you came in to talk to me here in the back. How do I know? As usual, I have my sources. Just remember to throw me my 10% commission if you do nab the perp."

*With that, he shifts form from a male Praetorian to a voluptuous female Altanian and gives you a little kiss on the cheek, whispering*

"I'm rooting for you, ace!"
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[Brother Shatterstone]

Molpe Lilypetals: Limnad/Female (Siren)

[sblock]* Molpe dislike for the flit of the Laborer's Ward is quickly forgotten as she leans in and whispers to Wei-Han, her large royal blue eyes wide in what could only be fear. She considers both the words of the violet haired girl and those of Wei-Han. They were remarkable similar, but unlike Wei-Han’s she had little reason to trust girl. *

“She says to hand over my valuables or she hurt me… Why would she want my dress?” she ask quietly of Wei-Han in Eldish before speaking loudly in Seelie to the girl, “Milady, I have little of value besides my dress… Surely you wouldn’t leave my nude in such a filthy location?”

* Molpe smiled, but she hated herself for it as it was a false smile, she knew already that she wouldn’t listen to reason but if she could by some time while lure them into thinking that she was complying they might be able to avoid bloodshed. *

She whispered one more time while waving her hands in a calming manor at Wei-Han, “Trust me, for I trust you. Try and follow my lead.”
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OOC: Diplomacy +16

 

[Rystil Arden]

Molpe:
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*The girl sneers*

"Liar! I know full-well the value of what you have pressed up against your skin, and I know too that it would fetch you a pretty penny at the marketplace. What do I care for your nudity? You're a Nymph, if you still even call yourself one. You should love the feel of the cold, crisp air on your naked flesh. Now I ask you again. Give me your valuables now, and I won't hurt you. If you don't, then I *will* hurt you and take them anyway, and my friend here would be very glad to...well you should know better than I that there isn't a word in your language for what she would like to do to you...nothing more explicit than hurt...feel that you are too 'noble' for anything dirtier, you filthy bitch? Would you like me to explain it to you in Eldish? Hand it over!"

[OOC: Molpe's Diplomacy Natural 1 + 16 -10 = 7]
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[Keia]

Zykovian T’Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist/Marksman

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"Insightful as always, Zyk . . . As usual, I have my sources. Just remember to throw me my 10% commission if you do nab the perp. I'm rooting for you, ace!"

“Let’s see if I’ve got this straight . . . 'Heart of Arris' or 'Crazan Arris' . . . Mojiin . . . professional thief, most likely female . . . petal of an Jalarys flower . . . Amaranthia . . . 10% commission, plus a souvenir if I find a good one on my mission," Zykovian replied, storing the information in his memory for later access. “What’s the bounty and who do I collect from, Eloquence?”

"I'm rooting for you, ace!"

Zykovian smiled as the kiss brushed against his cheek, he ran the back of his fingers against the side of Eloquence’s face. “Now, don’t go breaking my heart by telling me you’re just rooting for me for the commission,” Zykovian half-pleaded, then winked. He gazed out into the inn itself, looking for Amity . . . and the Mojiin.

‘Man,’ Zykovian thought, ‘I don’t even have a good grasp of Mojiin tongue just yet. I should have listened when mother said that communication arts were vital with our worlds becoming smaller every day.’

*Zykovian’s eyes steeled on the thoughts of his mother . . . the warmth was draining and it was time to work. He shook himself and again focused on keeping his heart open. Zykovian looked again for the Mojiin, Eloquence had spoken of.*[/SBLOCK]