The Bloods of Sigil - Metatron's Bequest

[Hammerhead]

Tendak lounges in his chair, looking thoughtful as the ettin reads Metatron's will. Hmmmm, he thinks as he crosses his legs. This is certainly unprecedented. Why me, and why them? I wasn't particularily close to Metatron. Further, why reside in Tower Basalt for thirteen weeks? This situation becomes more complicated with each detail considered.

Tendak climbs out of the chair to scan Metatron's will, rereading it to be sure of its contents. He then looks up, examining the faces of the other four in the room. I had best try to socialize with them, and with a few trifling kind words and a smile or two, win their friendship.

Tendak goes about the room, clasping each one's hand, introducing himself heartily and smiling. Hello. The name's Tendak. It's a pleasure to meet such distinguished characters as yourself.

 

[bkmanis]

Reaper ignores the over jubilance of Tendak’s greeting and speaks up for the first time. “I do not know any of you, but I find this request strange even from Metatron, there must be something more then just the desire for us to live in this tower.” Reaper says in a low emotionless voice. “Perhaps there is something in the tower that will give us a clue to what this is truly about.” He suggests.

 

[Keia]

"Heya, Tendak, good to finally meet cha," Cassius said on Tendak's introduction. Cassius, on shaking the hand, felt for any rings watches or other items that could be removed from Tendak at a later time.

"I'll ask if no one else will . . . what happened to Metatron? I mean, I assume the berk kicked it since we're all here reading the last will an all. But, what happened?" Cassius asks. Cassius lounges in his chair, one leg hanging over the arm of the chair swinging idly.

 

[Mark Chance]

"I'll ask if no one else will . . . what happened to Metatron? I mean, I assume the berk kicked it since we're all here reading the last will an all. But, what happened?" Cassius asks. Cassius lounges in his chair, one leg hanging over the arm of the chair swinging idly.

"Details are not entirely clear," Weness replies. "Metatron was away on business, the nature of which he did not share with anyone I am aware of. Three days ago, his body was found in his portalarium within the Tower Basalt by one of his staff. I believe it was Androcles, but I am uncertain. The matter is being investigated by the Mercykillers. Based on the condition of Metatron's remains, foul play is likely."

Androcles, Metatron's major domo, is known to once have been a slave-gladiator on some obscure Prime Material world. Metatron liberated Androcles while visiting that world. He has a well-deserved reputation as an efficient, discrete servant.

 

[Velmont]

"I won't let Metatron waiting more for me."

The doomguard stand up. He take a smal item in his hand and walk to open the door, which open back to the Hall of Record. He looks in his back.

"See you soon at the tower."

The doomguard disappear in the time of a wink. Randir is "walking" throught the slowed crowd and arrive at the tower, where the time start to take his normal flow for Randir. He take a moment to look at the tower than knock at the door.

 

[WhatKu]

"Metatron had enough spells on him to prevent a small army from aging or dying from natural things. Foul play is known. Well, im still going."

 

[Hammerhead]

These others that Metatron assembled are certainly rude. And strange. I'd infer that all of them are quite powerful. Also, each of them seems to know Metatron, and since he wasn't much for social visits, I could also predict that they worked for him, much as I did. Why would a powerful arcanist want five bloods to stay in his tower for thirteen weeks? Perverse amusement, to watch the five of us clash? Or something far more sinister? Of course, this entire line of thought assumes that Metatron still lives. They found a body, but that could be faked by a sorcerer of Metatron's caliber. Perhaps I had best not reveal my suspicions to any other; if Metatron seeks to devour our souls to fuel his magical energy or some other cliche, he might only be satisfied by four out of five.

Tendak also lounges in his armchair, nodding in his chair while he thinks. He then gets up, feels the hilt of his sword, as if to reassure himself, then asks the executor So who are these other bloods? I can gather they know Metatron, but do you know anything else about them?

 

[Keia]

". . . Based on the condition of Metatron's remains, foul play is likely."

"Okay, I'll bite . . . what condition were his remains in?" Cassius asks. Cassius looks somewhat alarmed at the sudden disappearance of the doom guard, though he does seen the doom guard depart.

"Guess he really had to go . . ." Cassius comments.

 

[bkmanis]

Reaper listens to the others questions wondering why Metatron would want them together upon his death. “I also would like to know how Metatron died, and out of curiosity how long ago was this will written?”

 

[Hammerhead]

Tendak snickers at Cassius's joke, smiling at him. He's actually pretty funny. It's nice to have someone with a sense of humor here, compared to the rest of these humorless berks.

It's nice to see someone has a sense of humor. The way the others were acting, he says, gesturing towards the portal, and signalling with his eyes towards the Dustman, that we were at a funeral. Wait, I guess we kind of are. Tendak cracks a smile at his own joke, but carefully observes Cassius's reaction, looking into his eyes.

"Never trust a man who can't look you in the eyes," my dad used to say. Of course, that actually taught me how to lie quite well. My gratitude, father. I wonder how much we're going to get from this executor. Probably not much.