Esharra
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Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 18:13:55 GMT -8
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Post by Esharra on Jul 10, 2017 18:17:04 GMT -8
Santiago Sleeke hadn't been quite as specific as the barkeep would have liked, but then it was also partially the barkeep's fault for not being more specific. Still, with a nod he turned and decided that Santiago would just have to have the closest amber ale! He poured it into a rather fine glass cup that was a rather elegant cross between a tankard and a bottle, then handed it across the bar. "Perhaps you're right, ser. Ninkasa was made for those of Esharran persuasion after all; it may not be so kind to you," he explained, before taking a cloth and wiping down the smooth surface of the bar. "So how do you both find our fare city?" He asked the two men, glancing over towards Mordane. ---- Looking over Madelena Winterscar's shoulder, Iksuda glanced down over her shoulder at the opening pages of the first volume and found himself nodding along. "I'm no historian, but I admit I find it rather interesting. The first few chapters of that volume don't so much speak of the facts and details, but of myths and say-so that no-one can really prove," he said as he pulled up a seat and sat down. His description would fit what Madelena was reading rather well, describing the more mythological age of Esharra - of it's founding by golden winged god and the immense power he used to keep it held in the sky so as to avoid some horrifying catastrophe afflicting the world below. It didn't go into much detail, for little was known, but did give his name - Kalazael - as well as provide a theory that the Esharran were somehow blood of this "god"'s blood and thus of not only aristocratic stock, but celestial. It certainly explained the haughtiness that most Esharran seemed to have. "Of course, we assume these things to be true but since none of it was written down.. We can't be sure."
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Santiago Sleeke
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 31
Physical Description: Upon first glance, everything about Santiago appeared average and nondescript. Of average height and build, he was neither handsome nor ugly.
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Clothes and Equipment: Santiago almost exclusively wears a suit of light leather armour, both jacket and trousers made of a supple, well-fitted dark brown hide. A sabre and sickle hang sheathless from his belt.
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Registered: Jun 23, 2017 15:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Santiago Sleeke on Jul 11, 2017 5:48:28 GMT -8
Santiago smiled at the barkeep, not too surprised that the man seemed keen to engage with the two outsiders. He lifted the tankard-bottle to his lips, taking a long draught of the ale. It was surprisingly good, though it couldn't hold a candle to his favourite Gregarious Goblin, the ale produced in his home city.
"The city is a beautiful place. I'll confess though, I find the lack of poverty a little disconcerting." He'd never seen a place that was so affluent and healthy, but he couldn't help but wonder what happened to the poor or disfigured of the city. "I'm relieved to see such a heavy presence from the city guard, it must make the lives of thieves and rogues very difficult indeed. Does the city suffer from a crime problem? The criminals must be organised indeed to operate within the walls of this city." He was fishing for information, keen to try and get some feedback as to how the underworld may function here in Esharra.
"A friend of mine came to the city recently, but I fear I have yet to find him, and I genuinely have no idea where I might locate him. He's the secretive sort, and I wanted to surprise him." It was a long shot, and while he had no intention of mentioning the name of his quarry in public, he needed to find a way to break the status quo.
Santiago took another long drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he considered the barkeep's reaction with interest.
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Madelena Winterscar
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 25
Physical Description: A fair young woman looking for the knowledge hidden in the world
Registered: May 7, 2016 3:29:10 GMT -8
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Post by Madelena Winterscar on Jul 11, 2017 9:44:21 GMT -8
She would turn to her own backpack and take out the book that she had been carrying with her ever since she had started her journey. The leather cover looks old and was very whithered down and the pages were yellow with age. "Myths is all I ever read about Esharra. This is the only book in our whole library that talked about this place. It tells many of the same things about how it came to exist and how the Esharran's were gods sent to earth to populate the world with his children once again." She pushed it his way if he wanted to give it a look.
"It even talked about a plan of the gods to kill all the other races and only let the Esharran's survive in their floating city in the sky. Even if that is true, lucky of us that didn't happen yet. That is exactly why I was curious. There are many stories that claim a godlike existance that have been proven wrong. But there are many things about Esharra that just don't make sense from a science standpoint. How does this city stay afloat? How is there fresh water, if you are too far above the clouds to receive water? I want to find out where the origin came from and why it came to exist. If it is the gods, so be it. But at least I want to see all the options for myself." she paused, scanning another page of the book in front of her.
"And now that the city is officially open to outsiders, I wonder even more how much of what I know is true. The way it was stated in the book, Esharra would never open their doors to just anyone to come in."
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Esharra
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Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 18:13:55 GMT -8
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Post by Esharra on Jul 11, 2017 21:40:35 GMT -8
"No crime." The bartender spoke, taking a piece of strange fruit from his bowl and beginning to slowly eat it. His words came slower then, for he seemed averse to talking with his mouth full. "I've heard about crime in the world below, but I would say that those things are rare indeed here. There is no doubt that we Esharran have our ways to deal with certain situations, but you'll find things work a little differently in these parts." Crime, categorised as an unlawful act, was rare in Esharra for various reasons; from differences in what constituted a crime to the code of the aristocracy. The vast majority of individuals had and felt no need to break the law of their city, leaving only those who had an excess of desire and ambition to account for almost all of the wrongdoings. As usual, these were those who already had power - the rich, powerful and aristocratic even by Esharran standards. The men and women to whom the law could not be applied either because they controlled the guards who upheld it, or because of the aristocratic code that the dealings of the higher cantons constituted a game and that by merely playing it one forfeited the right to accuse. "But outsiders stick out for a mile in Esharra. Who is it you are looking for? Perhaps if you describe him, me or one of my acquaintances in the commerce guild may well know of him." ( Santiago Sleeke Mordane ) ---- "You're so curious!" Iksuda told Madelena Winterscar , flipping through the pages of another book he had taken purely out of curiosity though he did so too fast for him to truly read it. "You ask questions that most Esharran don't bother to ask, which could either be a good or a dangerous thing depending on your point of view. Like the city for instance; it has always been afloat, so what good does it do people like me to stay up at night wondering why? I will leave that to scholars and mages far more suited to academic thought!" He took a flask of water from his belt and took a drink, then carefully screwed the top back on so that the contents wouldn't spill. "Besides, the only way to find answers to those questions would be to go up to the Palace of Kings and ask our ruler himself. Which, my dear Madelena, is almost certainly an impossibility!" Iksuda looked around himself out of general curiosity, only for his feelings to become slightly less uplifting when he noticed a pair of men watching them from across the room and not trying to hide it. "Uh oh," he said, sliding his chair across the floor next to Madelena. "You should pack up your books. I don't think it's wise to stay here any longer," he whispered. "There are people here who really don't like outsiders. And you do not want to know how easy it is for people to take offence to outsiders and then demand recompense in Esharra."
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Madelena Winterscar
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 25
Physical Description: A fair young woman looking for the knowledge hidden in the world
Registered: May 7, 2016 3:29:10 GMT -8
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Post by Madelena Winterscar on Jul 12, 2017 0:43:40 GMT -8
"Maybe that is exactly why I am one of the scholars that you should leave those thoughts to." she smiled at him as she flipped through some more pages. "It just fascinates me. There are many people who say anything can be explained by science, yet Esharra is the one place where nobody has been able to do it." she said as she looked up at him.
"There you go again. Telling me about things I am unable to do. I might find a way, and nobody says that this ruler would know the answers to my questions anyway."
When he started to whisper to her she was immediately alerted. There indeed were some men on the other side of the room and they were not looking pleased. She would pick up her own book again and stuff it in her backpack. She would have liked to put the other volumes back into the bookshelves but judged they wouldn't have much time to do so, so they were left on the table instead. She would then get up and go with Iksuda to leave the library, feeling sad that she couldn't have read more. She had only tackled the first quarter of the first volume. "I still don't understand the hate towards the outsiders. What are we doing to hurt you?" she whispered to him as they were leaving.
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Santiago Sleeke
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 31
Physical Description: Upon first glance, everything about Santiago appeared average and nondescript. Of average height and build, he was neither handsome nor ugly.
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Clothes and Equipment: Santiago almost exclusively wears a suit of light leather armour, both jacket and trousers made of a supple, well-fitted dark brown hide. A sabre and sickle hang sheathless from his belt.
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Registered: Jun 23, 2017 15:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Santiago Sleeke on Jul 12, 2017 6:59:25 GMT -8
Santiago considered the man's words carefully. No crime? It shocked his sensibilities, but considering the seemingly ubiquitous wealth that this city held, it seemed to make some sense. Still, the rich were rich because they took advantage of the poor. This was the way of the world, and he couldn't understand why this city was so immune from the basics of human nature. Regardless, now that the city had opened it's doors to outsiders, he had no doubt that criminals would come here in their masses, inspired by the wealth that was everywhere to see.
Picking his words carefully, he was keen to see if the man could indeed help. "Ahh, his name is Borran. He's about six foot, broad-shouldered, and has a shock of red curly hair. He also has an unfortunate scar down the right side of his face." He'd given a false name, but had given a decent description of Kronoss. Maybe this Commerce Guild could assist him after all, and he could make himself scarce before Iksuda returned, and the situation became difficult.
Emptying his tankard, he motioned the barkeep for a refill. The ale was welcome after his long journey to the city, but he would have to make sure he didn't enjoy too much with the situation in such balance.
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Mordane
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 12, 2017 20:24:06 GMT -8
Mordane listened to their conversation but for the most part he minded his own business, having only one drink for himself as he preferred to remain sober while he was working.
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Esharra
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Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 18:13:55 GMT -8
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Post by Esharra on Jul 13, 2017 11:57:54 GMT -8
Iksuda grabbed the books that Madelena Winterscar left on the table and stuffed them under his arm, while with the other he gently took her own and led her towards the library exit. As they passed the front desk, Iksuda promised quickly that the books would be returned and gave a final glance behind them before they left the premises. Once outside, the rogue shook his head and could only attempt to give an answer, all the while walking her along a path away from the library. "Hate is a strong word, I think... But perhaps distrust, maybe fear. For me it is hard to explain, perhaps if only you were raised in this place if I was, with this culture. It is just.. 'Our' way, I suppose. Outsiders have tried multiple times to break into Esharra before the way was opened to them, but the fortress at the bottom of the mountain always held off any attack." "Imagine that your city is as isolated as ours, that your people need for nothing, that your people have the blood of gods in them, that the only thing you know about the world beyond is what attempted violence and thievery was forced upon you. Then suddenly our ruler, the light and the glory of our city go quiet just as the way is opened, just as outsiders enter for the first time. Within a week Esharran have been stolen from, shoddy goods and services have been traded for, then to top it all off came the murder of beloved Priestess Narit by men she had tried to help." Pulling her around a corner, he stepped back towards the wall and then a few seconds later peered around the way they came. As he had thought, the two men had either been attempting to follow them or simply leaving; they were now going in a different direction, unaware of their location. He moved back towards her and shrugged. "Most people here have never met an outsider and bad impressions always travel faster and farther than good ones," he explained with a hefty sigh. "But for the most part, you should be fine here. I recognise certain faces due to my profession, but most of us won't bother you. I also know of a place you can sleep safely and quietly read your books, if that is what you want to do." --- "Can't say I recognise the name or the description," the barkeep said as he refilled Santiago Sleeke's drink. "The next gathering of the guild isn't until the day after tomorrow, but sometimes a member or two come in here for a drink. I'll be sure to mention it to them next we meet." After a minute or two of quietly cleaning the bar, an unknown female Esharran with brown hair entered the inn. She was, like all the others of her kind, approaching a plateau of physical flawlessness and beauty... Yet her attire made even the rich who walked the streets look as paupers; her presence delegating nothing but authority and higher purpose. Her white dress was like a robe, her cuffs and the V that revealed only the most slightly immodest amount of breast lined with golden swirls and inlaid with small jewels. Her hand had several rings, her chest saw a crystal amulet hanging from a silver chain and her hair was styled into a half-bun on the back of one side and left hanging mostly freely from the other. The back of her robe saw an addition at the top of the neck, which opened out behind her head like the petals of a lotus flower with her face at the centre. She approached the bar, specifically avoiding Santiago and Mordane, then whispered something to the barkeep that caused him to walk out from behind his station. A moment later, they proceeded towards a room at the back which seemed to hold an office, then closed the door behind them and began to speak in muffled tones.
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Santiago Sleeke
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 31
Physical Description: Upon first glance, everything about Santiago appeared average and nondescript. Of average height and build, he was neither handsome nor ugly.
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Clothes and Equipment: Santiago almost exclusively wears a suit of light leather armour, both jacket and trousers made of a supple, well-fitted dark brown hide. A sabre and sickle hang sheathless from his belt.
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Registered: Jun 23, 2017 15:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Santiago Sleeke on Jul 14, 2017 8:07:21 GMT -8
Santiago watched the female with interest, sensing the authority in both her dress and attitude. While he was interested in what her and the barkeep may have to discuss, he had no interest in attracting the wrath of the pair by imposing himself too obviously in a position to listen, though he couldn't help himself from focusing intently in the hopes of hearing even a fraction of what was being said.
He was a little disappointed that the barkeep had no information on his quarry, and there was a small part of him that wondered if the man had indeed spoke truthfully. It made sense that Kronoss would keep a low profile in the city, no doubt expecting the Crimson Candle to send someone after him, but with outsiders standing out as much as they did amongst the Esharrans, he'd hoped that there would be something to report of his presence.
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Madelena Winterscar
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 25
Physical Description: A fair young woman looking for the knowledge hidden in the world
Registered: May 7, 2016 3:29:10 GMT -8
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Post by Madelena Winterscar on Jul 14, 2017 8:37:05 GMT -8
She would walk with him quickly to the outside world and would walk with him around the corner.
"Well maybe your people should have been curious and explored! Or at least attempted to understand us. I get that we might have hurt your people and of course, there are bad apples among us but you can't start to claim that your people are entirely clean either. How would you feel if somewhere in the world there was a floating city that you could not explain anything about scientifically, that had a godlike race in them? Would you not feel threatened as well? Wouldn't you wonder what other things they were capable of if they ever decided that their city wasn't enough anymore? That is the fear of my people. I am sure plenty of us came here in peace, just out of curiosity as I did, and you are the ones ruining our view about your race as well. You should stand above it! Show us the godlike entities that you are and decide you are wiser than we are. I have never judged your people for anything and believe that book does not only say good things about this place." she gave him a frustrated frown as she was starting to feel immensely frustrated by this place. All she had ever wanted was to get here, to see this place, to taste its special fruits and to meet all the wonderful people. But so far the only one who had shown her kindness was Iksuda himself. Other than that she felt like a thief the way people stared at her. So even if she wouldn't be bothered, she wouldn't be welcomed either.
It was only after a few minutes that she had found a way to calm herself down as she let herself slide against the wall until she was sitting with her back against it. "I don't know what I want," she said softly. Speaking about more than just the bed he had offered her.
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Esharra
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Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 18:13:55 GMT -8
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Post by Esharra on Jul 15, 2017 13:21:57 GMT -8
Though he listened to her words, Iksuda didn't reply to them. What was the point? He felt Madelena Winterscar's opinion was set and that, even though he disagreed with a lot of what she said, his words wouldn't do much to change her mind. He also didn't want to start some sort of argument, or drive the scholar away from the city - in many ways she could be a useful bridge between the outsiders and his own people. "Well, you'll need somewhere to stay. I'll take you to the inn I know that's both cosy and affordable - plus I shouldn't keep my associates waiting. As much as I'd enjoy continuing our tour, I have work to do that I really shouldn't ignore," he told her as he looked out around the corner and examined the passage and footpaths. "It's in the lower city, but it's rather safe. It's actually where a lot of the outsiders end up, so people will be more used to you there." Hoping she'd follow, he made his way back towards the inn he spoke of. ---- The innkeeper and the noble-looking woman were speaking for at least ten minutes before finally the door opened and both came back out into the main room. The woman, not speaking to anyone, gave a rather cold glance towards Santiago Sleeke and Mordane before walking straight for the door and leaving. The innkeeper on the other hand held a package tied with rope, which he casually slipped into his shirt and then excused himself down into the cellar behind the counter. Another person came to take over the duties of the bar then, a young Esharran woman who looked to be perhaps his daughter, or at least young enough to be so. She would talk, but seemed to be rather shy and clearly preferred not to be pestered too much. After another hour or so, the familiar face of Iksuda, hopefully leading Madelena, would enter in through the door and look around with a smile. "Ah, I see you're both here," he told Santiago and Mordane. "Did you get those items I asked for?"
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Mordane
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 16, 2017 20:20:37 GMT -8
Mordane noticed the looks but made no outward signs he had. It was best to avoid conflict but he couldn't help but wonder why, he summed up her behavior as hatred of outsiders or something along those lines. It was good not all Esharrans hated outsiders but it was plain to see not all had the same tolerant attitude as their peers.
Noticing Iksudas entrance he would go to greet him and then retrieve what he had requested. They had found everything on the list with little trouble but what they were going to do with it was still a mystery to him.
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Madelena Winterscar
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 25
Physical Description: A fair young woman looking for the knowledge hidden in the world
Registered: May 7, 2016 3:29:10 GMT -8
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Post by Madelena Winterscar on Jul 17, 2017 4:16:24 GMT -8
She still felt conflicted about her stay in Esharra when she got up on her feet to go with Iksuda. He was right, whatever she decided to do she would need a place to sleep. Better take one where Iksuda thought she would be comfortable.
The walk to the tavern would feel like a long one. Her hand would occasionally move towarda her coin pouch at her belt. She would feel the coins through the leather and wonder if she would even be able to pay the price for the inn. Maybe just one of the cheapest rooms would be affordable. If they hadn't all been given away by this time. She could do without food, or she would just order a piece of bread and butter if she needed too and her waterskin was still filled so she would be alright.
Upon arriving at the tavern it didn't take her long to recognize the two men that they had talked to before. With them they had the items that had been asked for. Even the roast was with them, her mouth starting to water when she saw it. No! She was not hungry. She would tell herself. She still wondered what the job was they were going to so and what Iksuda dis for a living. But she haf also decides to not worry about it and be glad for who she hoped was a friend in this strange place.
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Santiago Sleeke
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 31
Physical Description: Upon first glance, everything about Santiago appeared average and nondescript. Of average height and build, he was neither handsome nor ugly.
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Clothes and Equipment: Santiago almost exclusively wears a suit of light leather armour, both jacket and trousers made of a supple, well-fitted dark brown hide. A sabre and sickle hang sheathless from his belt.
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Registered: Jun 23, 2017 15:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Santiago Sleeke on Jul 17, 2017 7:31:08 GMT -8
Santiago straightened as he saw Iksuda enter with Madelena. He was a little surprised that she was still with the Esharran, but he was glad that she was, another individual only helped to make him less conspicuous in the unpredictable situation. He greeted Iksuda warmly, and nodded in response to his questions, allowing Mordane to deliver their spoils to him.
He had no idea what the items were needed for, but he was sure it would be something unexpected and no doubt dangerous. Regardless of what it was, he felt it would certainly help ingratiate himself to the rogue and his allies, and would be his best bet in finding out more about the whereabouts of Kronoss.
Taking a long drink from his tankard, he remained quiet, keen to allow Iksuda to give them further instructions on what lay ahead for them, wondering if the timid female would somehow play a part in what was to come.
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Esharra
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Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 18:13:55 GMT -8
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Post by Esharra on Jul 18, 2017 12:10:47 GMT -8
Iksuda smiled as he made his way to the bar, telling the shy girl behind it that a room for Madelena Winterscar would be required; something spacious, cosy and on the house. Though he was not yet sure what to think about the scholar, he had recognised the zeal in her words and her heart. She seemed to want to not only learn, but help whoever she could with her education out of some sort of genuine virtue that most didn't have. Those were qualities that should be supported and encouraged, qualities that may even be needed in Esharra even if he couldn't quite see it the way she could. As the girl made ready to get Madelena her room, Iksuda approached Santiago Sleeke and Mordane and sat himself down with a nod. "Our associate will be here soon, I should think. Then after a briefing we can begin." - About an hour passed, during which Iksuda had a drink that he barely touched and a sandwich filled with salad native to that part of the world. Food and refreshments would be served to Santiago, Mordane and Madelena too if they wished it, but Iksuda didn't speak much due to the myriad of thoughts running through his head. Eventually a man entered in rather smart dress, who Mordane might recognise as one of the two men he had approached from the evening prior; not Mr. Sun, so this one must be Mr. Moon. With silent steps Mr. Moon walked across to the three men, who glanced at Santiago strangely and then over to Iksuda. Iksuda gave an assuring nod, then Mr. Moon gestured for them to follow. "Let's go," he explained, as he made his way behind the bar and opened the hatch to the cellar. Down the steps he went, with Iksuda following closely holding the back of 'acquired' supplies. Down below, casks of ale and drink were lining the rather cool and spacious room, but in the centre stood a table and series of chairs around it that was clearly used for meetings. "Take a seat," Mr. Moon told them. Iksuda did as told, then waited for the others to do the same. When all were settled, Mr. Moon withdrew a map from his robe detailed with all the intricate passageways of an area of Esharra, a canton that from the spacious rooms and marked spots of patrol guards could be deduced as being a rather well-off area in the higher city. "Tonight," Mr. Moon began, "you will infiltrate the home of Bishop Barsic and kidnap him." - Up above, the girl behind the bar would keep her eye on Madelena if she hadn't retired to her room. "So you are from the lower world?" She would ask rather inquisitively. "What's it like?"
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Madelena Winterscar
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Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 25
Physical Description: A fair young woman looking for the knowledge hidden in the world
Registered: May 7, 2016 3:29:10 GMT -8
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Post by Madelena Winterscar on Jul 18, 2017 12:36:24 GMT -8
As they sat down in the tavern and the drinks had arrived, there would be no room for talk. Madelena was still feeling a bit in the blue from the things that had happened during the day and the air around the three men felt heavy and complicated. She would slowly sip her drink a nibble on a few pieces or bread. She wanted to take out the books again and read, but it didn't feel like the right time to do so.
When the man arrived through the door and came up to the table, Madelena knew that whatever they would be doing would start now. A part of her wanted to go with them, to experience the adventure they might be going to. But another part was scared of the dangers. So she stayed put and only said goodbye to the three before she would remain at the table alone.
There she would continue to drink until her cup had been emptied and was about to take out her book when the girl from the bar started to talk to her. She was pretty, just like any Esharran was and the shy smile she had only did her even more justice. "I guess you could call it the lower world," she said with a sigh but would put on a smile for the girl. "But yes I am from there. I come from a place called Isra. It is far away from here. It is a place where anybody can be anyone they want. The free city they call it. Yet I never felt like belonged there. Then I read bout Esharra in a book and I just knew I needed to find it. Took me a long time to find the floating city that I only knew from my books."
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Mordane
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Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Jul 19, 2017 21:44:12 GMT -8
Kidnapping nobility was a far cry from guard duty. Stealth was not definitely not Mordanes strong suit, although Santiago was a different story. For now he would remain quiet and listen to the plan Mr.moon and iksuda had laid out for them, he could judge then but now all he needed to do was listen and wait.
From the items they had gathered it seemed they would be crashing a masquerade party of some sort and if that was the case maybe he wouldn't need to do too much sneaking around. If no one knew the identity of the others they would raise much less suspicion being there.
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Santiago Sleeke
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 31
Physical Description: Upon first glance, everything about Santiago appeared average and nondescript. Of average height and build, he was neither handsome nor ugly.
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Clothes and Equipment: Santiago almost exclusively wears a suit of light leather armour, both jacket and trousers made of a supple, well-fitted dark brown hide. A sabre and sickle hang sheathless from his belt.
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Registered: Jun 23, 2017 15:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Santiago Sleeke on Jul 20, 2017 6:20:53 GMT -8
Santiago took a seat at the table, and listened intently as the unknown man casually explained that they would be engaging in infiltration and kidnap. The words bolstered the rogue's confidence that he had found the right type of people, and couldn't help but feel the mission suited his skills to perfection.
He had no idea who this Bishop Barsic might be, but the man's title suggested he was a man of great importance, and in light of the heavy military presence in the city, the mission was no doubt going to be difficult. He hoped that the payment for completing this task would be solid information on his target.
He continued to listen with interest, keen to absorb any and all information that this unknown leader would be willing to share. Who was this Bishop, and how were they expected to gain access to him? He hoped the man had a solid plan, it wouldn't be the first time he had been pushed into a mission that was ill-considered, but the excellent map and professional manner of the man gave him confidence the task could be achieved.
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Esharra
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Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 18:13:55 GMT -8
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Post by Esharra on Jul 22, 2017 9:38:50 GMT -8
(Sorry for the long wait. I've had a rough time recently and lacked motivation.) The fact Mr. Moon heard nothing but silence from the three men was a sign he took to be a good thing. Knowing when to be quiet and listen was a sign of professionalism in his world, which unfortunately featured many people who knew only how to interrupt, speak and not pay attention. Giving them a grin, Mr. Moon leaned over the table and pressed his knuckles into the woodwork. "He's throwing a party tonight; a masked 'ball' type of affair that is the perfect opportunity for infiltration. You will not be attending the ball of course, but the noise and the amount of people who are should provide satisfactory cover for what we need to do. The guard will likely be doubled as compared to normal, but there's always a way into these places that security overlooks or fails to properly guard and we have it on good authority that the Bishop has several planned meetings that will require the use of areas that are.. Off limits, so to speak." Mr. Moon explained their task clearly and with some authority. If Santiago Sleeke and Mordane had any doubts up to that point, it would quickly prove clear that he was the man in charge - or at least one of them. "These areas should be lightly guarded, if at all. Most will be watching key entrances and exits, or attending security in the main areas of the house where rivalries, drunkards and those looking solely to fill their bed for the night will keep them quite preoccupied," he said. "The plan is simple. Move quickly and quietly, stumble upon one of our beloved Bishop's meetings and use the sleeping powder to knock them all out. Use the rope to bind the bishop, then get out and bring him back here. If any of you are seen, you are simply party-goers who got a little lost in all the excitement; hence the masks." As Mr. Moon spoke, Iksuda spent the majority of it scanning over the map and carefully memorising routes and secret paths with a trace of his finger. In his own silence Iksuda was a little concerned by the suddenness of the entire thing, but he understood why it was happening. Spies in the organisation meant that anything that didn't happen spontaneously could well be leaked, while the use of outsiders hopefully assured some sort of temporary loyalty to their immediate contractors. "Any questions?" Mr. Moon finally asked. --- "Isra?" The girl behind the bar asked inquisitively. "Never heard of it. We have a few maps of the lower world but I suppose in hindsight that not many of us have a reason to look at them or learn." She poured Madelena Winterscar a drink of something sweet - and most definitely alcoholic, then made another for herself. She took a light sip and sighed, saying, "we're not really meant to drink on duty. But if they'r having a secret meeting, it means something's about to happen that I'll probably need calm nerves for. You came here with Iksuda, right? Then you should probably have some too."
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Madelena Winterscar
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 25
Physical Description: A fair young woman looking for the knowledge hidden in the world
Registered: May 7, 2016 3:29:10 GMT -8
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Post by Madelena Winterscar on Jul 24, 2017 8:25:48 GMT -8
Madelena looked at the drink that was put in front of her with a bit of suspicion. She was reluctant to take it, but after hearing the girls words she changed her mind. She picked up the mug and brought it close to her nose. The drink smelled sweet, but there was definelty alcohol hidden in there. She took a sip and felt the burn in her mouth and throat as the liquid glided down her body. She had the hardest time to not change her expression. She would keep drinking small sips, however, as she did not want to upset her host.
"Isra is pretty far away from here, so I am not surprised that you never heard of it." she said with a kind smile towards the girl. She took another sip of the drink. "Yes I am with Iksuda." she would pause to look at the door that the men had left in. "Do you know what they are up to?"
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