Spheres of Influence:Rhiannon in Jepardy? GAME

Airith

Airith shakes Ackland's hand, "see you tomorrow." Ackland takes his cart and heads back to his master's estate. Airith seeing that the morning has almost past hastily makes his way towards Zane's family estate. The streets are busy, more so than usual.
Must be this bib party everyone keeps talking about. If it is big enough I might have a pretty easy time getting this ring without anyone seeing me.
Airith approaches the gaurd post to see the same gaurd watching the estate. "You again, I suppose you're here to pick up letters. All right just wait here." Airith patiently waits for the girls to give him the letters. He would try and talk with the gaurd but doesn't want to push his luck.
 

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Airith

The guard returns, empty handed. "I've been told to bring you inside, please follow me." The guard is actually pleasant this time and leads Airith into the grounds.

Airith follows her past a few smaller houses and to the side door of the main house. The house itself is quite unimposing for its large size. This is partly because of the light colors used to outline and coner the house. It appears tat every corner has been rounded, and there are trees growing out of what must be courtyards in the house. The grounds are beginning to bloom with the earliest flowers of the Spring. Evergreens grow around the ponds, and even the bare trees have a sense of style and class.

Upon entering the pantry door, the guard makes a quick introduction to Lyja, the head butler of the house. Then, she makes a hasty retreat back to her post at the gate.

"Well, sir, I am to take you to the master. He requests you make a delivery for him."
Airith is led to a parlor in the main part of the house, where three girls are seated, along with Lord Runyon. Shanda and Jamee he has met yesterday, Mendy is the oldest and seated next to her father informally.

"Well, friend, my daughters and I received letters from my son yesterday, and I must say I am a bit surprised. [pause - looking at Airith] You delivered these, and are expecting letters to return to him. For myself, I would like to hear about him more before I write my response to him. My daughters have their letters written, as you can see on the table there."

"I believe you traveled with him? Tell me how you found him. Speak."
 

Inwe

Inwe stares at the image before her, not sure what to think. It is certainly unlike anything she has worn before. She thanks the kind woman for all her help...and more pampering than she would have wanted to imagine. Now Inwe talks with Bee about what she knows of the Youngstrom family while waiting for Coleman.
 

Relsyn

Relsyn sits in a hard backed chair across a small table from Foscil. He absently fingers a book he has picked up.

"Father Foscil, I'm glad that all here are not so adverse to study as is Monsignor Wynter. I am Reslyn Saffire, a brother Priest from Antioch and as far as Arras. Indeed, I am interested in research. Specifically I am looking for information on the history of the Staff of the Elioim. I believe that at least three families claim to have it today, but I am primarily interested in its history. I am particularly interested if St. Salix ever used or encountered it." He pauses, "Further, I am probably in town for a while, and I need research facilities to continue work on my dissertation which deals with St Salix's Third Campaign. Monsignor Wynter indicated that I might explore the intelligence gathering aspect of that campaign."

Relsyn rubs the beard stubble with both hands.

"In return for this aid, I would be delighted to serve as a staff researcher for any project on which you are working. A caveat though, I do not know how soon my group will leave Malta. I understand we will be here for a while, but the halfling is flighty." He grins.
 

Airith

Airith looks at the three girls and then back to their father.
I didn't think I was here to talk about Zane. I was just supposed to pick up some letters.
"Well sir, I met up with Zane while I was looking for a caravan to Malta from Antioch. He is still driving wagons for Caldwells and doing quite well. Since we were on the road for a good period of time I started chatting with Zane and the rest of the crew. Zane told me he was from Malta originally and had family here. Seeing as we had become friends I offered to deliver letters for him to you."
I hope that's enough. I don't know if Zane wants his family knowing everything.
 

Airith

Lord Runyon and Airith speak for for ten minutes or so, with Airith giving no particular information that is not already known. Zane is healthy, happy to live freely, and not particularly eager to come home.

"Well, I guess Zane will continue his foolish independence phase a while longer, and has no interest im making a real life for himself. Foolish boy. I suppose you can not convince him to return?"
When Airith shakes his head negative Lord Runyon goes to a small table and begins to write a short letter.

The three girls rise and hand Airith their letters, a bit shyly, and step back. Shanda and Jamee leave the room, but Mendy stays. She asks "does Zane have a girlfriend? I hope he does."
Lord Runyon grunts huffily at the desk in response.
"No, I don't believe he does." Airith replies.
Mendy continues to ask questions like "How about his room - is it nice?... where does he live? Has he picked up any bad habits of the mobs on the other side of the city? ...Does he miss us?" To which Airith answers with mostly "I have told you all I know"

Lord Runyon finishes his letter: "I have prepared this letter.. He has been cut off, as you mentioned, and I must say I am surprised he is actually doing well. Mention to him his mother wishes him well."

Airith turns to leave and Mendy joins him out of the room and out the door. As they approach the gate, she stops. "Really, is he doing well?"
"Lady, he is happy. I believe he said you and your sisters were not like the pompus aristocracy, so you can believe that is worth mor ethan status or riches."
Mendy is quiet for a second. "You are right - we can play with the rest of them. But, to us it is a game to keep us occupied, and our parents (who believe in the Game) bearable. Tell Zane we love him and if he needs anything, just let us girls know."

Unexpectedly, Mendy places a kiss on Airith's cheek, blushes, and scurries back into the house. Airith shakes off the shock, smiles and turns.

Right into the guard.

"I won't mention it if you don't" she says as Airith heads back to the road. Airith hears her laughing from the guardhouse as he leaves.
 

Relsyn

Foscil sits in an accompanying chair. He gestures energetically as he speaks. His fine reddish hair falls in front of his eyes often, and he often whips his head over his right shoulder to clear his face. "Father Relsyn, this library has a wealth of information in it, and it probably is as well shelved as any in Antioch. Unfortunately, the ways of the world have seeped into this order here, as you mentioned about Monsignor Wynter. Few have come here to study since his predecessor, Monsignor Shylock's, tenure. Monsignor Wynter studied under him, and learned his ways."

"I arrived six years ago, to find the library in disorder, and no research going on at all. Monsignor Wynter follows the Game, and is a key player if I am correct. This library has no status for him."

"I have been given the task of restoring the library. For myself, I started at the topic of my research interest… ancient orders of Eli - prior to the destruction of Eire. Did you know that there were high men here before the fall? There are orders of Eli which were here when the remnants arrived, but they did not know it. The Barbarians in the deep southern lands, that is here…."

"I suppose there will be time to talk. For your research, and your help here, you can catalog the section next to the ones I am working on - shelves nineteen to twenty-two. I have come across references to an order of Eli, the Markume', who had a presence in this region. Do you know of the story of the staff's creation? [Relsyn nods] That was in this area, we think. The Markume' lived here, mostly inland a little, and had temples and holy places where they worshiped…"

"Oh, I did it again. Sorry. It has been a while since anyone listened to me." He gives a shy smile. "Please, I would welcome your help. I know of some references to the staff you mentioned in my research. I suspect if there is any mention of Salix using such an item, it would be in the sections on Salix, the second crusade, and Saint Angus… perhaps over in the books on artifacts, … maybe… ancient races and lost races" He points to several shelves as he mentions each topic., the latter in other section of the library.

"You are welcome at any time, if you leave with your friends, come back when you are done! Hey. We could become friends! Oh, you can not trust anyone who comes in here, by the way. Especially Wynter. Be helpful and give him due honor. I find trivia sends him away when he is a bother" He laughs.
 

Relsyn

Relsyn grins widely.

"I'll keep your advice about Monsignor Wynter in mind."

"Can you show me where you found the reference to the Markume'? You have piqued my curiosity."

Relsyn follows Foscil over to another part of the library, where Foscil has set a book aside. He gestures to it. "There you are."

Reslyn carries the book over to an old stand up desk near a large bookshelf. He gently places the old book on the stand and saying a quick prayer of thanks and a request for enlightenment, reverently opens the book.
 

Airith

After Airith gains his composure, from the kiss and the guards comment, he heads to the estate Ackland described. It is a very nice house, well maintained and very ornate, with red brick and iron working everywhere. The four large white pillars in front of the entry give it a very formal look, while the trees and vegetation make it look much more inviting. There is a guard house at the front entrance which currently has a rather large and or plump man in it. He appears to be napping but Airith can't quite tell. The estate also has servant's quarters off to one side. From the size of it there must be quite a few servants that work here.

Airith continues walking to the end of the road. It deadends a few yards before a marshy looking river. Airith puts a questioning look on his face and looks around, just in case someone sees him and wonders why he is there. Airith looks at the edges of the river to see if it is solid enough to walk on and then turns around and heads back they way he came. There are a couple houses on the other side of the street, each with their own guard house and guard. No one seems to notice Airith walking through.

I wonder if the gaurds are more for show rather than security. Looks like the river will be the best bet. Need some equipment, climbing claws, lock picks and some dark clothes.

Seeing as Airith doesn't want to draw to much attention to himself he makes his way to the Caldwell building in the warehouse district. The place seems busy with people coming and going. There are a few small wagons around with people either loading or unloading various paraphernalia.(oh, a really big word)

Word must of got out that their shipments have arrived.

Airith enters the main office to see a man at the counter talking with a woman and Sheldon, both behind the counter. It appears they are discussing the price of shipping some items. "That's outrageous.", the man lets out, obviously unhappy with the price he was given. Sheldon replies, "If ya don't like it, go somewheres else." The man fidgets a moment, "Alright, I'll be back tomorrow with the barrels.", and unhappily walks out.

Airith makes his way over to the counter and steps up onto a ledge, so he can be seen over the counter.
"Hi Sheldon."
"Oh hi, Airith is it, what can I do fer ya?"
"I have a delivery for Zane, I was wondering if he was around?"
"Sorry but Zane aint around. He rents a room North of town from a farmin family. He comes around every uder day or so ta help load wagons an do some accountin stuff around here. I don't see why he just don't stay in town. If ya want ya can leave it here wit her. Zane will be around taday or temorrow. Sorry but I got to go Airith. If ya need anything just ask her."
"Thanks Sheldon, I appreciate it." Airith turns to the lady, "Could I trouble you for a pen and a scrap of paper. I want to leave Zane a message."
The woman reaches inside a cubby and thens heads over to the counter, "Here you are dear. Ignore the writing on the back, its just an old order."
Airith writes, "Here are the letters from your family. Need me to deliver more can reach me at the Underplow Inn." "Thank you ma'am." She takes the letters and the note and puts them in a cubby in a desk.

Airith walks out of the building and heads over to the Northern part of the Upper Dock District. He walks around for a while until he finds a rather large outfitter store along the river. The outside of the store doesn't look like much but the store front is almost twice as wide as any other in the area. He enters to see an enormous sized room filled with various equipment and items. Airith is so immpressed by the number of items in here that he almost doesn't even notice the rather large man at the entrance.
Must get a lot of thieves in here, and not just the occupational kind.
Airith makes his way over to the climbing gear and begins rummaging around. While looking through a host of climbing equipment he notices four other men in the store. There is one at the far end of the store keeping an eye on what Airith is doing, another is looking through some masonry equipment, the third is meandering up and down the aisles. The last is a somewhat elderly gentleman with grey hair sitting behind the counter keeping a watchful eye on the man looking at the tools. Airith finally finds a climbing kit with everything accounted for and in decent condition. After finding the climbing kit Airith is surprised by the fact he can't find any lock picking tools. He is sure that such a place would have such a thing but they don't appear to be out with the rest of the merchandise. He heads over to the counter to ask the man there where he might find such a thing.
"Excuse me sir, but where might I find some locksmithing tools?"
The man looks around and sees that the man that was looking at the masonry tools isn't interested in anything and is begining to head for the door. The man behind the counter responds in a somewhat loud and elderly tone, "Sorry sonny, but we don't have....", as soon as the man leaves the store and is out of ear shot, the tone and speach of the man changes to more of a calm intelligent tone, "...Sorry about the ruse but the selling of certain items is frowned upon. Locksmithing tools eh, look a little young to be part of the guild."
"I'm not part of the guild just yet. Still working on acquiring the dues and necessary equipment."
"I understand." He looks Airith over. "I'll tell you what. You wait here and I'll get you what you need to get started. Don't tell the guild where you got it and I'll keep your secret about working without them knowing." The man heads to the back of the store and appears a few moments later with a small box. "This should be all you need to start out with. You best keep in mind that the guild will eventually find out what you've been up to. I would advise you pay your dues soon."
"Thank you I will as soon as I finish...with my next appointment."
Airith pays the man and thanks him for his hospitality. He then immediately heads back to the Underplow for dinner and to play with his newly purchased items.
 

Wrinkle Waybright

READYING 20 …
Wrinkle woke up late. After a hearty breakfast, he headed out into the shopping district, where he ended up at Tianna Spellman's store again.
"Nice to see you again, sir." She says as Wrinkle enters. "Shopping this time?"

Wrinkle nods and begins to look around. A few seconds later, Tianna is next to him, and taking his arm.
"I am sorry, but there is little call for dwarf sized clothing. A few of the blacksmiths get items here, so what I have is over here."
She leads him to an area with slightly wider isles. She pulls hats off the shelf and shows them to Wrinkle. Suddenly, he spots something on a hanger among other items on the wall and moves towards it. It is red and yellow patchwork with long lines of orange crossing it from top to bottom.

"Ah, a cloak - and my finest work. A group of players had me make their costumes - I made this from the remnants. It is one of a kind!"
After a few minutes of negotiating the price, Wrinkle says "Illl taake it!"

For the rest of the day, wrinkle looks around the city, crossing the northern district's bridges, moving south into the fishing docks, and back to the East side of the river via the "City on the water" and Kings Island.

As dinner time approached, he ate a light dinner and set up to play another night. During the day, he found himself humming a tune he was remembering. He thought he could both play and hum at the same time. Perhaps this could make an interesting song this way. With mandolin in hand, he began to experiment with slow love songs which could have a hummed melody. Then humming became the harmony part. Several patrons sang along with the more familiar songs, others just listened.

Around sunset, Airith, Inwe, and Relsyn had entered the room and were sitting at a table. Taking a break, Wrinkle sat with them, listening to what happened in their day.
Relsyn spent some good time in the library, coming up with some minor facts about the staff.
Inwe asked the others for advice about what to do at the wedding. She also mentioned she had been followed during the day, to the concern of the others.
Airith just grinned and said he found a little business to pass the time.

As the night continues, Wrinkle will play into the wee hours of the morning, to keep the patrons happy.
 

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