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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallus" data-source="post: 1997122" data-attributes="member: 3887">After doing some email RP'ing in preparation for last session, I looked at what we'd wrote and decided, 'Hey, this would make a good Story Hour' . What do you all think? Thanks in advance.The set-up: The parties patron, a shipping heiress, has asked them to help find her missing fiance, who's been impressed into naval service. So Burne the alchemist travels to the city of Eris, in search of one of the legendary Lovesworn, who can unerringly track down lost/seperated lovers. Café Limbo is crowded and smoky with several kinds of intermingled smoke. Burne inhales deeply out of alchemic curiosity, then promptly forgets why he just did and instead listens to the roar of tigers and the tinkling of giant, distant chimes. People better dressed than him jostle past, bringing him to his senses.The lone man seated at the corner table is richly, yet sloppily dressed, about 25. He has a mass of oiled black hair in ringlets, no beard nor visible scars. Burne can see the hilt of his Erisian bastard sword, and notices a canvas-covered shield leaning against a table leg. He's drinking --coffee from the scent of it-- and reading from a large, garishly colored book, which he puts down as Burne approaches. The book is "At Long Last Lost Love", by Arabia Wainwright. For some reason that puts a chill up Burne's spine."Hello. I'm Mallus Lovesworn. Do you realize you smell of sulphur?". He waves for a server and continues. "Pull up a chair. The Doctor, as they say, is in."At that Burne notices the small, black surgeon's bag on the ground partially hidden by the shield. And that Mallus is clearly high.Burne raises an eyebrow. "Sulfur is the sweetest of perfumes, I've found. There's not many who can appreciate it's unigue bouquet, but those of who do realize how sublime it can be." Seating himself, Burne continues. "I shall cut to the quick, if I may. Time is short, and I am a man who knows the value of plain speaking. I know of two lovers, separated by time, space, and an ocean. I would reunite them. Can you be of assistance in this endeavor?""You want to be reunited with your two lovers? Now that's a first. Old Gusset will wet himself when I tell him. Wait, I'll tell everyone but him, that'll get the old queen's goat, assuming he doesn't already have one trussed up somewhere... Probably dressed lace if I know..."Mallus stops and collects his thoughts, such as they are. He reaches down for his bag."That's wasn't what you meant, was it?" He pauses again, pulling a small paper packet from the depths of his sachel. Opening the paper packet, he continues, "I'll need one of the lovers. Preferably the closer of the two. I'll need to know the love in their heart. Acts like a f**king beacon, it does."Burne recognizes the contents of packet, a crystaline derivatate of the flower Hypnogegium Momomanius. Commonly callled "Singlemind". With a small snort, Mallus's now burning gaze is on Burne. "Neither interested party is here. So there's some... difficulty involved. This could be interesting. Tell me the whole story. On second thought, don't. Where do we start?Mallus says "As you can probably guess, I've been a littel bored".</blockquote>

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