Intrigue In Candara

[Uriel]

Crolmyr nods at the assembled group,
'Yes, a private room is what we need.'
Gesturing at Katarina (when she comes by next), he slips a small bag of coin into her hand and whispers something into her ear.
'I have requested the Suite of Silence', a secure room in the back of the establishment.We merely need to wait for confirmation that it is free.'
The Kelt sits once again, drinking the last dregs from his cup and musing over this latest development regarding his Nemesis.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

When Thomas returns, Abesh declines food and picks up the conversation where it left off. "Don't worry about me and trouble. I wouldn't have come to find you if I didn't think I'd be able to stick it to the Kelts. I'm not great at swinging this puny thing," he says, his thigh-tapping fingers roaming to the scabbard of the short sword at his side, "But I'll do what I can. Hell, when you're the youngest of eight, you damn well learn how to defend yourself. My eldest sister Amy's the real warrior of the family- she could swing a longsword so fast you wouldn't know what hit you." He pauses and looks down. "She was soldiering for Candara in one of the cities that got hit." He looks up and smiles faintly. "But I'm sure I'll track her down."

He changes the subject quickly. "I haven't got a place to stay, other than an inn. It didn't take me long to track you down- I have a way with getting people to tell me what they know," he brags, grinning proudly. "Took me only a day to track you down. No wonder you have to deal with people who want money." He laughs. "I don't have much of a plan from this point- I just planned to tag along with you, boss. I'm your squire from now on.

"Oh! That reminds me," he says, stopping his constant chattering long enough to reach into his small backpack to pull out a three-foot long and wonderfully crafted herald's trumpet, complete with a cloth banner- albiet a blank one- hanging from it. Abesh grins at Thomas's raised eyebrow, and answers the two questions likely on his mind. "Nice bag, innit? Gotta love things larger on the inside than the outside. I picked this little beauty up special for you," he says, tapping the brass trumpet, still grinning. "You've got a vassal now, right? Might as well get the rest of the noble frippery. Speakin' o' which," he continues, and points at the bare piece of cloth attached the the trumpet, "Got a symbol yet? Gotta put something on this thing."

 

[drs]

"Well isn't that a piece of workmanship an' a half, the gesture is appreciated..." Thomas says as he grabs a black woolen skullcap off the kitchen table and puts it on. "I don't think a symbol is very necessary though, you gotta understand I'm no knight in shining armor, or noble person, I do what is right for the fact that it's right" he pauses briefly, patting himself down to check his got everything. "I don't mind you playing a tune every so often, it's just the shadows are where I prefer to be."

"We'll head off soon; I just want to be prepared 'case we might be needed to leave for someplace else. So a musician are ya? Any good?" he says as he opens up a waterskin and downs a swig, and puts it into his gear bag.

He proceeds to go through his gear bag, "Rope: check, bedroll: check, everything else: check!" he says with a wide grin. "Well looks like we're good to go" he takes one last look around in his house and continues on a sadder note, "dam sometimes I wish I didn’t come in an' out of this place like a rabbit. That's the life we lead though" finishing with a sigh.

Locking up his front door Thomas proceeds to ask his new found 'vassal' a few questions as they walk down to the city’s' castle barracks.

• "So, how many winters have passed since you were born?"
• "You know much about the Kelts?"
• "You didn't mention your pa's name, mind if I ask what it is? He still 'round?"
• "You know how to cook Abesh?"

 

[National Acrobat]

Ariel has a devilish grin run across her face, "the Suite of Silence you say. I had never heard of that. Sounds like a perfect place for important meetings. Is there some means that keeps the room silent or is it just a name indicative of the types of meetings and encounters that occur in the Suite?"

 

[Uriel]

'I know not where the name derives from, or which option is implied in Silence, good Lady. I would assume that some Magic might be in use, as well as good old soundproofing. I only came across it when a friend at the Theatre mentioned that his cousin had done some of the work padding the room.'


At this point two other men approach from the throng in the restaurant. One looks a Candaran man, slim and dressed immaculately in the clothes of the day, a very fashionable look. The other, a huge man looking every bit the Kelt that he is, with long red hair and beard, is dressed in a tradesman's clothes, although the studious will note that the shirt is a bit too tight, too unsoiled. As well, he looks about like a hawk, his hand straying for a weapon that isn't at his waist, though he looks as if he might not need one to hurt someone.
The first man addresses Crolmyr,<ahem> 'Crolmyr, my friend, you are required at your home, there are some rewrites that need to be done, and, in light of the situation regarding the Imperium, perhaps we should...'
The redheaded giant pushes him aside and blurts out in a thick Keltish accent 'Finneg..' he pales as Crolmyr's face blanches and continues,'Crolmyr,He has sent the Crellaigh, there are at least 3 in the City.' The man looks visibly agitated, and a bit worried, if not outright frightened.
Crolmyr nods at this, his features taking on a resolute cast. 'Aye, tis time to call in a few favors and indebt m'self for a few more, it seems.
Crolmyr catches his breath ' Rentus (to the thin man), please be so good as to deal with the rewrites on your own, you are a far better
writer than I, my friend.'To the other Kelt,'We will discuss proper etiquette
in public once we are bach Home, Conyll...' This causes the big man to take on an expression that makes the mention of the Crellaigh seem mild.
'Yes,Si..boss.'
The two men depart, the bigger one looking sheepishly chastised. Crolmyr addresses the group again, 'I am sorry for that intrusion, my Writer and one of my servants. A good fellow, if a bit Thick.He left the Imperium at the same time that I did, seeking more free lands. It seems that the Emperor seeks to diminish Freedom yet again, and that just will not do. Now, (pointing at Katarina, who stands near the bar and nods silently), I believe that our room has been made available. Shall we retire to discuss freely, where unwanted eyes and ears cannot follow?'
Crolmyr stands and awaits the others.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Yes, Please lets us go. I am impressed by the way. You are indead a man of mystery Crolmyr." Tal says walking along side the Kelt.

 

[Jemal]

OOC: Good posting, guys. You don't really need my help for this type of role-playign, but there are a few bits of Info I need to get across. Keep it up.

IC:

Katarina silently leads the small group to a secreted room in back. Any spellcasters feel a mild head-ache upon entering. Katarina leaves for a moment and returns with your drinks, then with a smile and a wave, closes the door. You note a bar can be slung across the inside locking people out, and there are no windows or other exits.

Thomas and Abesh, on their way to the barracks, note that the streets are more crowded than usual, and it all seems to be either able-bodied citizens flowing towards the barracks, or those walking back from the barracks carrying papers and chattering to each other excitedly.

Meanwhile, the cloaked figure perks his head up as he nears Satoon, seeing it in the distance even as he hears the wingbeats behind him.

 

[National Acrobat]

"Ahh," says Ariel, sitting herself down. "Much better. Obviously this room is warded somehow. I will have to remember this for future reference. So, it seems bad. 3 Cities down and the Emperor bent on forcing Candara to bend to his will. I had never figured him to start an all-out-war. I had always thought that he would try a more subtle approach. Or," she twirls a piece of her hair, "perhaps he has and it has failed."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"There are quite a few things that don't add up here. I would suggest we look into the possability that the Monster is not behind this. It seems to sudden and abrupt as you have pointed out Ariel." Tal sits back, Spook in his lap and sips his Elven wine.

 

[Creamsteak]

"The Edilritter..."

"The Edilritter..."

Gustaf can't quite get it out of his mouth...

"I think it's the Edilritter that's manipulating the Emporer. It's a quell... er 'ancient magic device' that has it's own thoughts."

"I better not continue that... You'd think me crazy, but I'm pretty sure that it's a combination of the hunt for William Knights, The Nephew of King Gustave, and control over the rest of the world. I think the emporer is trying to find and kill these people."

Gustaf stops there, testing to see how crazy they think he is...