Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 6:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Leiko on Feb 9, 2020 21:17:36 GMT -8
Leiko let out a groan as Strålende shook his shoulder, his hand immediately going to his head. He had a feeling the throbbing pain in his head wouldn't be easing up anytime soon. Eyes attempting to open before immediately closing back to just slits, he looked in the direction of Strålende’s voice, doing his best to make out the figure. Even light this dim greatly bothered his eyes after having been out cold for so long.
“Where am I…” Leiko muttered hoarsely as he slowly eased himself up to a sitting position on the bed. “That bastard with the staff knocked me clean out and then-” Pausing, Leiko seemed to remember the fact he wasn’t alone in the room. Using one hand to shade his eyes, he squinted in the direction of his cellmate.
“So I guess I’m not the only one they got… You also got taken in by those robed freaks?” Coughing slightly, Leiko continued to sit on the bed, deciding until his eyes adjusted to the light there wasn’t much to be done.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 9, 2020 21:41:55 GMT -8
"I got taken in by a robed freak," replies Strålende, huffing in irritation. "Some crazy old witch who put a sleep spell on me...or something. I can't remember the last moments that well. Come to think of it, though, there were two other creeps with her in red robes who looked kinda scary too."
Strålende takes a seat upon the lip of his bed and looks around the room, searching for any crack in the defences of this place. It was a whole lot better built than she'd imagined a jail cell being. The smooth, uncracked walls and lack of windows make for only a single escape route: the door. But how would she ever get through that?
Maybe if I can get a guard to come close, I can snatch his keys, she ideates. She doesn't know much about breaking out of a prison -- she's never been in one, after all -- but she certainly knows plenty about stealing things. She's stolen from storefronts, manors, even a bank or two. It's usually pretty easy to filch things from dumb security guards, so why would this be any different?
"We're gonna get out of here," declares Strålende in hushed tones, partly to Leiko but mostly to herself. She stands up again and approaches the bars, pressing her face close to them and wrapping her hands around them as she searches the room without. "Hey!" she calls to nobody in particular. "My cellmate needs some water! Hey! Anyone out there?!"
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Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 6:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Leiko on Feb 9, 2020 22:57:29 GMT -8
“Crazy old witch? Well, I wish I’d had someone put a sleep spell on me! I just got a wooden staff straight to my temple.” Wincing slightly as he spoke, he pointed at a purple bruise on his head. “The ones who took me were wearing really expensive look red robes, so perhaps that’s who you saw with the witch. Damn, I can’t believe I let them catch me.”
Slowly moving to the edge of the bed, Leiko carefully stood up, using the nearby wall as a support. He should’ve known by just the way they were dressed to stay away from them, but he’d let his curiosity get the best of him… How could he have been so stupid!
“What do you think they want with us? I’ve heard of people abducting kids before, but at least in my case, it seemed like they wanted me specifically.” Frowning as he spoke, Leiko shook his head in consternation. “I was with a group of my friends when they arrived, but I was the only one they came after. I thought it might be because I wasn’t a human, but clearly that isn’t the case…”
Motioning limply at Strålende to emphasize his last point, Leiko let out a long sigh. Despite Strålende’s call for water, there is no visible reaction. The hallway remains empty as Leiko stares glumly through the bars for any sign of their captors to make an appearance.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 10, 2020 14:19:39 GMT -8
Strålende heaves a frustrated sigh as her shouts echo down empty halls and nobody comes to answer her pleas. She turns on a heel and leans up against the bars, crossing her arms with a surly huff.
"How do you know I'm a human?" she asks Leiko. "Maybe I'm a demon, or a spectre sent from beyond the veil to haunt you, or a shapeshifter just pretending to be human to gain your trust? Hell, after what I saw out there it wouldn't be all that surprising."
"That lady," exclaims Strålende, her voice abruptly raising in volume by a few decibels, "she can freaking teleport or something! I lost her, I know I did, and then all of a sudden there she is, right in front of me! And I've never just fallen asleep in the middle of running. That damned crone has some sorta crazy powers or something. Got me all bruised up, too."
Strålende pulls up her sleeve and examines a nasty scrape trailing up her forearm, the blood already congealing as her immune system prepares a protective scab. She prods at it tenderly and winces as a stab of sharp pain rockets up her arm. At least it doesn't feel broken, though.
"Well I guess I'm outta options. No way to pick that lock without my kit, and no way to find a key without--" her high-pitched girlish voice raises another several decibels as she shouts, "--someone to come tell us what the hell is going on!"
"Where the hell is everyone?" she huffs.
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Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 6:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Leiko on Feb 10, 2020 20:51:55 GMT -8
Shrugging at Strålende’s suggestion she might not be what she seemed, Leiko stumbled over to the bars. Pulling himself up with both hands and using his feet to brace himself vertically on the bars, he hangs from them while swaying back and forth slightly.
“Well, I’m stuck in here with you regardless so I’d rather believe you're just another kid… No use worrying that you might be a demon who’s gonna eat me.”
Being confined like this sucked. Even with the bruise on his head, he felt restless. He wanted to be able to sprint up and down the streets of Isra, but he was stuck in this damnable cell.
“Teleport? That sounds pretty far-fetched even by the standards of a witch… Besides, I thought witches lived out in the middle of nowhere and just made dolls out of people's hair and stuff. What’d one be doing in the streets of Isra?”
Pausing his swinging to scratch at one ear, Leiko’s eyes widened slightly as he recognized Strålende was about to start yelling again. Ears flattening, the boy winced slightly at his cellmate’s scream. She certainly had a pair of lungs on her.
It seemed this time, however, Strålende’s call was not in vain. Only a few minutes after it, the sound of boots tapping against the polished floors could be heard. Stopping in front of the cell was a single inquisitor, followed by two women carrying trays of food. Clearing his throat, the Inquisitor addressed the pair.
“I’m only going to say this once, so listen carefully. The two of you are not indefinitely imprisoned, should you follow my instructions, your freedom will be returned to you shortly. I have two bracelets here, one for each of you. Place them on your wrists and click them shut.” Without waiting for any response, the Inquisitor tossed the pair of bracelets through the bars of the cell.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 11, 2020 17:29:07 GMT -8
Strålende is about to answer Leiko when the inquisitors finally arrive, and she wheels around to stare them down. She's pretty brave for a fifteen year old girl, although that could be partially due to the fact that she's never been caught before. Whatever the reason, she is clearly not intimidated by the inquisitor. Rather, she looks like she'd strangle him given half the chance.
Strålende glares suspiciously down at the bracelet as it clatters to a stop before her, and then looks back up at the inquisitor. It doesn't take her long to object, ever the rebel. "And why should I? For all I know this could be some sort of...magical slave collar or something! What with your boss being a crazy old swamp hag, who knows what putting this thing on could do!" she protests, crossing her arms stubbornly and pushing out her lower jaw petulantly.
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Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 6:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Leiko on Feb 11, 2020 22:23:56 GMT -8
The Inquisitor stood motionless and stone-faced as Strålende voiced her complaints.
“If you wish to stay in the cell longer, so be it. But until you both wear the bracelet, you and the boy won’t be going anywhere.” Half shrugging, the Inquisitor leaned against the wall across from their cell. He clearly had nothing more pressing to do with his day than watch the pair of them.
While Strålende’s immediate reaction was to refuse, Leiko made his way over to where one of the bracelets had landed on the floor. Squatting down, he examined it for a moment before gingerly picking it up. Raising it to one eye, he examined it closely before glancing towards his cellmate.
“Well, I don’t know about you but given we’re already stuck in here, we don’t have much to lose… If they really wanted to they could just send in several of the robed freaks, knock us in the head, and then place these bracelets on us. I’m not really in the mood to get my brain jarred again so…” Muttering something inaudible to himself, Leiko snapped the bracelet close on his wrist, preemptively wincing as he did so.
However, there were no cries of pain from the boy. Instead, his expression slowly went back to normal and he let out a sigh of relief.
“Well, at least it didn’t kill me or cause excruciating pain. Not yet anyway.”
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 11, 2020 22:36:48 GMT -8
Strålende looks down at the bracelet again, staring it down for several minutes. She turns to Leiko and stares at him next, her eyes narrowing as she peers at him. She continues staring discomfortingly at Leiko for almost a full ten minutes, before drawing back and nodding resolutely.
"Well, it didn't kill, you, but I still don't like it," she grumbles. She turns to the inquisitor and extends her fingertip at him accusingly as she speaks. "Guy, if I put this on and I suddenly become compelled to follow that old witch's orders, I'm coming after you as soon as I break free of the spell!"
Finally, Strålende twirls about, strides over to the bracelet, picks it up, and slaps it onto her wrist angrily, clasping it shut. Clearly, she's not a fan of being told what to do. She doesn't feel all that different...for now. Still, maybe the thing's just waiting to let her guard down. And so she resolves to stay vigilant in the face of this possibly evil witch device, that she might not be blindsided by its evil witch powers.
"There, your stupid bracelet is on," she informs the inquisitor unnecessarily, whipping her wrist about in his direction to show him. "Now let us the hell out."
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Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Registered: Feb 8, 2020 6:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Leiko on Feb 11, 2020 22:58:54 GMT -8
“Well done, but don’t get ahead of yourself. First things first, you will need to eat. Wouldn’t want you getting hungry during your meeting with the Imperial Vizier.”
Motioning the two robed women forward, the Inquisitor pulls a small engraved stone from his robe. Closing his eyes for a moment, the Inquisitor recites several words in a language that is clearly not common. As soon as he finishes speaking, several of the bars raise slightly, allowing just enough room for the trays of food to be pushed under.
The food itself is surprisingly appealing; a hearty stew of potatoes, carrots, and beef accompanied by a small loaf of fresh bread and several slices of cheese. Each tray has two cups on it, one filled with water and the other some manner of red wine.
Having been knocked out for a rather long time, Leiko was already salivating at the feast placed before him. Clearly unconcerned by the idea that it might be poisoned, the boy first takes several gulps of water before tearing into the food. After spending the next five minutes stuffing his face full, Leiko finally turns to Strålende. There was something the Inquisitor had said that’d given him pause, that was until the food had diverted his attention.
“Did that guy just mention the… Imperial Vizier?” Attempting to lower his tone so it’d be harder for the Inquisitor to hear him, Leiko glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye before continuing. “Isn’t she like, one of the head honcho’s of the Isran Empire? I don’t know much about her, but whenever I’ve been to the Empress’s festivals and events she’s there with her… And she’s an old robed woman…” Eyes widening slightly, Leiko seemed to be growing mildly concerned now that his hunger was sated.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 12, 2020 14:39:21 GMT -8
Strålende's appetite is lacking, but she sighs with frustration and plops down to eat anyway, glaring daggers at the inquisitor the entire time. She has to admit that it's better food than she's used to, but it'll take more than tasty morsels to bribe the best thief in Isra!
She's not quite half done when Leiko finishes his food, and she scoffs through a mouth full of bread at his naive amazement. She swallows and takes a drink of the water before responding. "I don't care if she's the Imperial Vizier or the Imperial Shoeshiner, they're all the same. All pets of that catgirl who calls herself Empress," sneers Strålende. Still, if the top officials of the Empire are involved, surely this can't be a routine arrest. She'll have to be more careful than ever.
She finally finishes her food, though she's left the wine untouched. She's sure the alcohol is just to make her will malleable so that she'll admit to some trumped up charge and be beholden to the crown, and she won't have that! Can't let the Empire dogs win, after all. Still, even without the wine, something feels...off. She can't place it, but she'll definitely be keeping a sharp eye on that Inquisitor. If he's fed her poisoned food she'll make sure he's sorry.
Strålende leaps to her feet and grasps at the bars of the cell. "Let's go then, I've eaten, let me outta here," she demands.
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Leiko
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 16
Physical Description: Leiko stands at 5’7 and weighs 132 pounds. Hair is a light brown and usually long and unruly. Fur on ears matches hair color. He has dark brown symmetrical markings under each eye, his eyes themselves being a pale green. His build is on the leaner side but not unhealthily so.
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Clothes and Equipment: His clothing of choice is usually a combination of loose-fitting shirts and trousers, with a cloak thrown over them should the situation call for it. The clothes are usually dark greens or grays given their benefit of both blending in better and hiding dirt better! He has a pair of well-made leather boots that look very worn in. Carries a pack with basic survival supplies in it. Has several daggers hidden away for self-defense.
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Post by Leiko on Feb 12, 2020 23:18:19 GMT -8
Leiko raised an eyebrow at Strålende's comment about all Imperials being pets of the Empress.
“Well, I’d sure as hell rather it be the Imperial Shoeshiner. I don’t know what part of the government these people are with but they’re far too shady for my liking. Never thought I’d wished to be in a cell down at the guardhouse, yet here I am…”
The guards were troublesome and he’d been arrested several times before for things he didn’t think deserved it. But he knew the guard, he was accustomed to them. Right now he had no idea what was happening and why he was placed in this cell… The nice cell, the well-made food, the extravagant clothes of the guards… These things worried Leiko.
Satisfied that the pair had eaten their fill, the Inquisitor pulled the small stone once more from his robe. Just like before he closed his eyes for a moment, a look of concentration coming over his face. As he opened his eyes, several bars began rapidly raising themselves up and into the ceiling. There was now a doorway sized gap that Leiko and Strålende could pass through to exit the cell.
“Now don’t try anything funny on me. Like I said, you’ll be free to go after speaking to the Vizier, but trying to make a break for it on your own will do you no good. I know this place like the back of my hand, but for you two it’d be a maze.” The Inquisitor practically growled as he spoke, his voice rough and gravelly.
The man's weathered face and calloused hands hinted at the fact that this Inquisitor wasn’t someone who’d been sitting behind a desk for the last several decades. No, this man had the look of a veteran to him. Motioning for Strålende and Leiko to exit their cell, he fixed them with an appraising look.
“So what will it be, you two want to do this the easy way or the hard way? If you want the easy way start walking down this hallway and turn when I tell you to. The hard way, I’m not gonna even go into that cause you two look like bright kids.” Motioning with one hand for the two to start walking, the Inquisitor watched carefully for any signs of rebellion from his wards.
Leiko glanced sideways at Strålende, offering her a shrug before moving to obey the Inquisitor’s command. He really could do without taking another smack to his head today.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 14, 2020 20:12:13 GMT -8
Strålende wavers for several moments. The Imperials could easily be lying about letting them free after seeing the Vizier. Still, even if that were the case, she'd be no worse off escaping after confirming their intentions than she would be escaping now. And they might even be telling the truth.
She finally makes up her mind and steps out of the cell to follow the Inquisitor, snorting with agitation. Even if she has a completely logical reason behind following the red-robed captor, it still feels just wrong to be following him instead of blatantly disregarding authority like she's used to. She'll have to find a way to get back at him, someday, for subjecting her to such debasing servitude.
"Fine," she huffs, "we'll do it the easy way. Just until I find out you're lying to us. And then you're a goner. Hear me, guy? You'd better be telling the truth about this! I want out of this stupid prison, it's not like I even did anything wrong!" Stealing from the rich to give to the poor (herself) doesn't count!
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Feb 16, 2020 23:37:32 GMT -8
Ignoring Strålende’s quips, the Inquisitor waits until the pair is in front of him before beginning to move down the hall. Silent save for the occasional command to turn, Leiko and Strålende would find their captor hadn’t been lying when comparing the building to a maze. They pass numerous other intersecting hallways and even more closed doors. After what likely feels like an eternity for the two on edge captives, the Inquisitor finally orders them to halt.
Before them looms a pair of polished wooden doors. Two golems stood guard on either side, towering over the approaching party. There wasn’t even a hint of movement from the golems, each one standing rigidly in place.
Leiko instinctively moved closer to Strålende, eyes widening in fear at the two monstrous guards. “What the hell are those things! I’d like to believe their just statues but…” While Leiko wanted to keep his voice even and calm, he found himself having little success.
Strolling past them and pushing the doors open, the Inquisitor turned and beckoned with one finger towards Strålende. “You’re first, girl. The Vizier is just inside here. Once you’ve finished speaking to her you’ll be free to go.” Eying her expectantly, the man stood to one side of the entryway as he waited to see what she’d do.
Upon passing the threshold into the room, Strålende would find herself in a room that seemed to have been designed with extravagance in mind. Vaulted ceilings, pillars of flame, there was even a fountain in it! Upon closer inspection of her surroundings, Strålende would see the Vizier. Sitting behind an almost impractically large desk was the same old woman who she’d tried to rob the night before and the one who had brought her to this place.
“Come and sit, girl. There are a number of things we must discuss.” Grandma’s tone was calm, almost amicable but there was an undeniable firmness to her words. She clearly wasn’t asking.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
Registered: Feb 7, 2020 11:47:18 GMT -8
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 18, 2020 21:28:07 GMT -8
The thief girl snorts at the golems defiantly and shrugs her shoulders. Such brutish artifice won't affect her superior will! "Intimidation tactics, that's all. They want us to go in shaking in our boots so we'll agree to whatever they say. These are Imperials, Leiko, this is how they operate. Us street rats call 'em pigs for a reason," she informs her companion.
Following the inquisitor wordlessly, Strålende wavers at the door a few moments, her eyes flicking about to inspect the room with a critical glare. What opulent overindulgence, all this magical engineering used for pure flare while people were starving in the outer ring. Her tax money at work. How disgusting!
Well, not her tax money. It's not like she pays taxes. But it's the principle of the thing! She finally decides to heed Grandma's words, striding fearlessly into the room and plopping herself down before Grandma's desk unceremoniously, her arms crossed stubbornly over her chest. "I don't see what we've got to talk about, but I told the idiot in red I'd sit in if it means getting me out of this stupid place," she growls, petulantly. "Nice place you've got here, by the way. How much did it cost the poor folk you beat the money to build it out of, hmm? Ten, twenty million gold crowns? More? Hmph, stealing from you was just getting just compensation, seems like!"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Feb 20, 2020 1:20:07 GMT -8
This girl certainly had a mouth on her, but that wasn’t necessarily uncommon among the street gangs in Isra. And while in some circumstances Grandma would put an end to even the smallest amount of disrespect, there was no need in a private setting like this. If anything, this was just a bit of entertainment for her.
“Getting just compensation? So you redistribute all the things you steal back to those who had their money ‘stolen’ by Isran taxes? How noble of you.” While her voice held the same calm tone, there was the faintest of smiles on the crone’s lips.
“But I’m not here to discuss the intricacies of the Isran government's tax collection methods or resource allocation. That would be a topic too dry for even someone twice your age.”
Pausing to shuffle around a few papers, Grandma let out a slight sigh as she leaned back in her seat. How would the girl take the news? After all, Grandma would be very surprised if she was already aware.
“The bracelet that the Inquisitor forced you to wear before bringing you to me, do you know what it does? Have you perhaps begun to feel a nagging sensation in the back of your consciousness that something is off but you aren’t sure what?”
While it was perhaps cruel to ask such a question, especially when this child was probably already thinking they’d been placed under some curse by it, Grandma's curiosity at what the girl would answer got the better of her.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
Registered: Feb 7, 2020 11:47:18 GMT -8
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 20, 2020 11:39:30 GMT -8
"Aha! I knew it was some sort of magical control collar! You're using it to try and gwt into my head, aren't you?" exclaims Strålende, her tone accusatory. She leaps up to her feet and yanks violently at the bracelet, but predictably it doesn't come off easily.
This doesn't faze her, though, and she tugs and tears until her fingers and wrist are bloodied by the metal biting into her flesh. Finally, she stops and wipes the blood off on her red leather jerkin. She crosses her arms stubbornly. "Well, no matter, you won't get the best of me! My will is too strong for you, witch," she seethes.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Feb 21, 2020 23:03:14 GMT -8
Glancing at the girl's bloodied wrist with a raised eyebrow, Grandma let out a weary sigh. First she managed to keep running through the sleep spell and scraped her arms and now she was doing this. How many wounds was this girl going to inflict upon herself?
“Quite the opposite, actually. That bracelet can regulate the levels of magic the wearer is able to use. And it’s currently set to nullify even the smallest amount of magic its wearer might produce.”
Directing a significant look towards Strålende, Grandma paused a moment, giving plenty of time for her words to sink in. The girl was likely to deny the implication of Grandma’s words, but she would receive her proof shortly.
“There’s far more than luck in explaining how successful you’ve been in your escapades. While your skill as a thief is indeed impressive for one so young, I’m interested in you for another reason…”
Raising one wizened hand, the old crone snapped her fingers. For a brief moment, the bracelet around Stralende’s wrist glinted unnaturally. While Strålende might not be able to place what she was feeling, the bracelet’s seal against her magic had been lifted.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
Registered: Feb 7, 2020 11:47:18 GMT -8
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 23, 2020 22:34:16 GMT -8
For once in her life, Strålende is struck speechless for a few moments. She opens her mouth once, and then closes it. She scrunches up her face in incredulous petulance, then. "It...it wasn't luck, you're right, it was skill! I'm the most skilled thief in Isra, and I'm insulted you think I need magic to be good," she bristles.
She crosses her arms stubbornly across her chest and slumps into her seat, entrenching herself within the chair's cushions. She can't be magical, that makes no sense. Mages do fancy magic tricks like shoot fire and lightning and such! She's never done a magic trick in her life, even if she had always been uncannily good at thievery. There's no magic in theft, she reasons, as plenty of non-magi do it every day.
It must be a dirty Imperial trick to get her to lower her guard, and so was that old conniving crone's snapping trick. Sure, she felt that weird feeling dissipate, but as soon as she lets her guard down she's sure they'll...take her mind, or something. She won't let that happen. "I know your Imperial tricks too well, you can't fool me," she huffs belligerently.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Feb 25, 2020 21:21:14 GMT -8
Grandma could sense the hint of doubt in the child. While she was able to put up an impressive facade of defiance, Grandma knew it was simply a matter of time at this point. Just a slight push in the right direction and…
“I’m sure you're quite skilled at both picking pockets and unlocking locked doors,” Grandma said, her tone one of amusement. “However, surely over the years, you’ve noticed that you possess a certain… let’s say luck. A nearby guard looking the wrong way, the doors you open making less noise than they should, things that you wouldn’t even think about in the heat of the moment.”
Reaching one hand into her robe, Grandma pulled forth a pipe from it. Even as she raised it to her lips, smoke began to pour from the end of it. Puffing on it a single time, Grandma continued.
“Why would I want to fool you? I already have you captured, at this point, I can do what I want with you. What reason would I have to tell you that you possess magical talent if you’re actually just a talentless orphan? If you were a talentless orphan you’d be in the city’s jail, not in my office.”
Grandma’s words were filled with confidence and there was a certain knowing glint in the crone’s eyes as she looked at Strålende from across the desk.
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Strålende Verdiløs
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 15
Physical Description: ------------
Strålende is not a large girl, possessed of slender extremities and slim body that can't weigh more than 7 stone. Yet her body and mind have been sharpened by a lifetime on the streets of Isra's slum districts, evidenced by her callused hands and lean tone, as well as a spark of willful defiance in her hazel eyes. She has a mane of dark chestnut brown hair that she keeps cut short, though despite her best efforts it remains unruly and often gets in her eyes. She has a ruddy-cheeked, girlishly attractive face, with harshly downturned eyebrows and a pair of thin, yet full lips.
Clothes and Equipment: ------------
Her day to day dress is made up of mostly dull red and brown leathers, and while they are finer than most street children's dress, they are far from opulent. A thick leather set of tassets wraps around her hips and thighs, several pockets and frogges concealed beneath the leather plates to conceal small items or weaponry. A pair of old, worn furred leather boots reminiscent of Varan fashion, the only thing she has left of her homeland. She hides a pair of small, curved knives within her tassets for self defence or utility, and she has a full thief's kit complete with everything she might need to facilitate her skulduggery.
Registered: Feb 7, 2020 11:47:18 GMT -8
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Post by Strålende Verdiløs on Feb 27, 2020 20:16:14 GMT -8
Strålende can't deny that she's been uncannily lucky in her endeavours as a thief. That said, luck isn't an indication of magic by any means. Her other arguments have merit, but then, she's an Imperial. They always twist things to sound good. For the moment she elects to stand her ground...mostly.
"Okay, so what? Even if you're not lying about me having magic, what's the point of all this? I don't trust you, Imp, and that's not gonna change just because you wave your hands around and claim I'm magical. Especially if you're trying to suppress that magic like you claim! Why would you be doing that if not for some nefarious purpose, like...eating my magic soul, or something?" she asks, her tone accusatory.
"Maybe you feed upon the souls of young magically talented kids in order to keep living! That sounds like something a witch would do! Especially a clearly ancient one like yourself!" she continues.
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