EXEXCRUCIATION - a Noblilis PbP

ooc: I'm not sure if that all fits in one initiative, though, because I'd rather not give the guy a chance to call out for help or scream

Trying for... miraculous action: Run in and grab him and run out; normal action: Cover his mouth.
 
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Simon:
"They are indeed discontent. I never took enough time to study them. They struck me as harmless weirdos getting their kicks from electric light bulbs." Rembrech shudders.
"As for magic, you should ask old Bertrand. He lives at the rim of Derr. It's the last house towards your castle."

Alyra:
The castellan leads you to the living room of the maidens. Currently they are stitting around, kniiting. As you enter all rise and bow. "We are so glad ..." a young, beautiful, red-head bursts, but is cut short with a gesture by an elderly matron. The matron says: "I am sorry Mylady."

David:
<Yes, you can accomplish that feat. Sorry, your divination indeed slipped my notice.
Will look for it ASAP, but now my time is low again, can buy more online time tomorrow.>
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Your idea, to combine miraculous and mundane actions this way sound fine to me and I will let it stand.
 

David smiles at Empty, "So, let's see what this gentleman has to say? Why he is causing trouble in our chancel?" David turns to face the person at his desk. In one swift motion, he runs in, grabs the person, covers his mouth, and pulls him out. In result, David is holding the person by one leg off the back side of the roof (after all, he doesn't want to worry people due to this person).

Hopefully having gotten the gentleman's attention, David asks him in a tone just barely loud enough for him to be able to hear, "Who are you, what are you, and who do you work for?"
 

The man in the suit quivers with fear and surprise you are under the definitive impression that he can't really think clearly because of that. "Get me on the tower. Pleeeaaase!" He yells. He lets go of his pen with drops in a long fall to the ground, bouncing against the tower walls. His breathing is almost hsyterical. His eyes are fixed on the ground.
 

Satisfied that the person has no superhuman powers, Chivalry seats the person on a chair at the edge of the roof. Lesser Creation of Chairs "Certainly, I have no reason to hurt you, but if you do not cooperate then there would be consequences. Now, again. Who are you, what is your purpose in my Chancel, and who do you work for?"
 

After cathing his breath, looking down at himself, at the black suit, the man finally says:" I gues there is no point to deny it member of the TECHNOCRATIC UNION. We want to modernize the chancel. There needs to be more efficiency. Magic is too irrational ... er ... " He probably sees you now becoming impatient for deviating from the point. "So, I - my name is Parmendines - joined the technocrats. A friend inducted me. The Dark Man - I swear i don't know any other name - speaks to us. We give the stones from the desert to the Barbarians. We can use devices in secret ... please I only have a musicmaker and a picturemaker ... the Dark MAn claims to be working for the ruling Impetrator of earth ... Our high mistress has displeased him, keeping her nobles away from the others, sending them on stange missions ... even to beyond. There is talk of her " his voice falls to a whisper " being a traitor to creation."
 

sophist said:
Alyra:
The castellan leads you to the living room of the maidens. Currently they are stitting around, kniiting. As you enter all rise and bow. "We are so glad ..." a young, beautiful, red-head bursts, but is cut short with a gesture by an elderly matron. The matron says: "I am sorry Mylady."

Alyra blinks a bit, somewhat startled by the deference that seems to be shown her. "Sorry? For what? I was told that p'raps I might be needed here, so, perhaps you might let the girl speak." She looks around for a spare chair, and sits herself on it with a flourish, while she allows herself to mentally reach out and touch the emotions of everyone in the room, especially the redhead and the matron. "You can all sit down, you know. Who is this Gwynneth, and why might I be needed?"

Gift of Empathy. You know, this reminds me that most of my limits and restrictions haven't been evoked yet...
 

David is clearly angry, but controls himself. "How can you say our Imper--" Getting to the point, "Parmendines. Where in the desert are these stones? As for the devices, I do not care. If it pleases you to use a musickmaker or a picturemaker, I would even want you to spread such happiness to other citizens. There is no need for secrecy, but magic does have its place too. The Dark Man is the leader of the Technocratic Union? All he wants to do is use technology? To talk of our Imperator that way might mean an alterior motive, though. Where can this Dark Man be found?"

Listening to the man, David thinks a bit, then looks back. "Empty, what do you think?"

How about a Divination to see if the Chancel is in pain, and if so, where?
 
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Alyra:
You feel a wide range of emotions in the maidens. Relief, pity, controlled anger in the elderly matron. There is even couriosity from some (including the castellan), others more feel condescending. The feeling seem to be centered around a fearful young maiden - the one addressing you first. She now come to the fore and falls to your feet. "Oh, Mylady, you must must gundo my condition. Give me back my innocence. My life. I cannot bear this shame." Here you see the matron nod. To your inevitable question she answers:" I lay with a young knight, Parcival. Now I am with child and Parcival won't marry me. Says he doesn't love me ... Please, mistress. I heard you helped another girl in this way, too. It's the only way. Please." She is close to tears, but you know she does not want to cry under the eyes of the other maidens(?).

David:
Parmendines does not know when the Man will return. He thinks he comes from outside the chancel. And yes, the man leads the union, but of ultirior motives your prisoner knows nothing. But then, he did not not ask.
He also does not know where exactly the stones are from. All that he has heard was the desert barbarians harvest them somehow. His friend has told him the rumor that they keep a sage hidden that knows everything about the stones: " And he is guarded by five of their fiercest warriors that supposedly have a few of the universal stones: canceling all supernatural powers. Even a noble would have to fight as the flesh from which he is created. Thomas said to me,"he looks extremly defensive,"that no noble would ever dare such a fair fight."

<couriously, the chancel is defintly not in pain anywhere. Your logic that these disrupting stones might cause such pain is an obvious idea, but still there must be a flaw somewhere.>
 
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David furrows his brow a bit. "Parmendines, is the musicmaker and the picturemaker the only reason you're a part of the Technocratic Union? Would spreading the world that these are permitted items allow many to come out of hiding?"
 

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