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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 4, 2017 16:52:36 GMT -8
Lucette giggled, continuing to press herself against him. Even if he was blind, she figured, it wasn't as though he was numb. She ignored the bird hovering behind her, focused entirely on Echo.
"My problem isn't one for the open air, Mr. Swansong. Perhaps we could head somewhere quieter, more enclosed. I'm afraid that you'll have to have the stone and mortar over your head once more, but this really isn't a discussion for out here. Come."
Grabbing him by the hand, she dragged him inside, towards his room. Assuming he followed, she led him inside and shut the door behind him. Tugging him towards the bed, she pushed him down and sat down beside him.
"It's just a minor matter, Mr. Swansong...my brother Lars. I need him gone. He's an arrogant man, cruel and conniving. He killed our brother, poisoned him. He's skilled at manipulating people, too. He'll tell tales, spin stories...anything to get his way. If you can...deal with him, I'd be much obliged. I'd do anything, give you anything...You'd be wealthy for the rest of your life, never work a day ever again. All you need to do is remove one man."
As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest.
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 4, 2017 23:44:35 GMT -8
As she grabbed his hand, Echo shifted the grip instantly. Lightly grabbing her wrist, his thumb pushed gently into a pressure point as he slowly rotated the arm, forcing her to stand up and move away from him or else face the pain of a twisted limb. Echo stood up as he did, making sure they were at a respectable distance before changing his grip and lightly holding her outstretched fingers as if it were someone greeting a noble lady.
"Lady Lucette, you forget yourself!" He was keen to try and keep things civil, but he had a deep loathing for people who invaded his personal space without invitation, and the words she had spoken had only fueled his frustrations at the ongoing machinations of the Robynson family. While he himself may no longer be a noble, the manners and customs of the life were still ingrained in him, and even with talk of fratricide, the sheer thought of a young unmarried noble woman he had just met forcing herself on him was the biggest shock to his sensibilities.
He released her hand, and calming himself, managed to continue. "I fear I am no murderer my Lady, so I am unsure what I could possibly offer him to get him to leave his ancestral home." He paused, keen to try and pacify her without this whole event being turned into some major scene. "If it's as you say, I shall get to the bottom of things, and ensure that your family finds it's own justice."
Nadir buzzed around the room, hovering in one place before scooting to take up a new position to watch the scenes unfold. He chattered away ironically as he did, his unusual bird sounds conveying a surprising amount of expression.
"I shall begin my work in the morning my lady. Fear not, for I shall ensure that the murderer is brought to justice." He had no clue how he was going to go about it, but right now he just wanted to be rid of the young Robynson twins so that he could get some time to think the situation through. Whatever the solution, he knew he wasn't going to get a straight answer out of either of the siblings, and deemed that old Lady Robynson was the the key to the problem.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 8:53:36 GMT -8
Lucette gasped in shock and pain, drawing her hand back quickly. She cradled the twisted wrist, startled that he'd rejected her offer. Lady Lucette, it seemed, wasn't used to people telling her no.
"But...I...why..."
She stuttered for a moment, then sighed. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she glared at him and headed for the door.
"We hired the wrong man, then. I thought you were here to help...I trust that you'll do the right thing, though. My brother is a murderer, no doubt about it. Please help bring him to justice, we can't have a cold-blooded killer as the Lord of Castle Robynson. I'll take my leave now, but if you ever reconsider my offer...let me know. It still stands. Keep an eye on your little bird, Mr. Swansong."
She hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 11:03:52 GMT -8
Nadir hovered in front of the slammed door, his long tongue extended and flicking up and down in a show of disdain to the departed Lucette. He flew over to Echo, hovering in front of his face, communicating eagerly.
"I know, I know, but remember it was your idea to come here." He spoke gently, keen to ensure that Lucette had indeed gone. Stepping to the door, he listened for a moment, happy that there was nobody close to his room, he opened the door and stepped back towards the balcony. Nadir followed him in relative silence, the bird seemingly disappointed he couldn't blame his travelling companion solely for their current predicament.
Once on the balcony, Echo raised his face to the sky and gave out a loud click. After a minute or two, Zenith floated in on silent wings, the barn owl landing softly atop the exterior barrier of the balcony. A rodent's tail hung from his mouth, and as he turned his head to regard Echo, he opened his mouth to reveal the rest of a small mouse before rocking his head back and swallowing it.
Zenith had once belonged to the monk who had helped nurse Echo back to health after his blindness. 'Blind Tad' had taught him a good many things about living without his eyes, and Zenith had spent many hours in the company of the two blind men as they talked and trained. Unfortunately, Tad had passed away, after which the owl had seen fit to follow Echo around. The owl was aloof and ill-tempered, but was supremely intelligent, if not something of an independent spirit.
Echo explained the events that had transpired since they arrived, making sure the old owl was aware of the many cats around the property. "I'll confess, I suspect the murderer is Lucette, but I can't be sure." As he spoke, Nadir came buzzing above and around the head of Zenith, chattering affirmatively. The owl rolled his eyes at the hummingbird, before turning back to regard Echo.
"How about you go and visit some of the window ledges of the castle? If I could locate Lord Robynson, or maybe spy on the siblings, it might help get me some answers. Beware those cats though, and try to stay out of sight." The owl continued to watch him expressionlessly, and once he seemed satisfied the talk was over, he turned and took to wing with barely a rustle of feathers.
Echo and Nadir returned to their room, made sure that all of the doors and windows were closed and locked, and prepared their beds. The hummingbird scratched at the bottom of the saucer that was still there for any remnants of honey before setting himself for sleep in the centre of the small dish.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 11:26:24 GMT -8
The owl flew over the castle grounds, cruising about in search of a quick meal. However, his access to the field mice was limited by the startling number of unreasonably fluffy cats patrolling the grounds. Unable to land without being spotted and pounced upon, he headed up towards the castle, peering through the windows to look for small rodents. In the first window, there was nothing but a large spider. In the next, however, an old man laid on an ornate four-posted bed. His face was thin and pale, and he coughed weakly as the owl flew by. The room held no small mammals, however, and the owl continued on.
In the lower levels of the castle, Zenith found a window into the kitchen. Again, no mice were to be found. The cook and her single assistant worked tirelessly, cleaning up and preparing for the next day. Upon spotting the owl, the assistant threw a stale roll at him. The cook noticed, and smacked the young assistant across the head. She tossed the owl a small scrap of meat, telling the young man about how owls were good luck.
After swallowing the scrap of meat, Zenith headed towards the upper towers to search for bats roosting in the rafters. As he flew, he passed by Lars, who sat on a balcony sharpening a sword. The young man looked up at the owl, but ignored it. Unfortunately, there were no bats to be found in the tower, and the owl moved to the next. There, he spotted Lucette, who had since changed into a much more reasonable outfit. She played with a small knife, practicing drawing it from a sheath strapped to her thigh. She didn't see the owl as it flew past her window on his way to get some dinner.
Some time later, the owl returned to Echo's balcony, a bat clutched in his claws. He began to tear the unfortunate creature apart on the ledge, before regaling Echo with what he'd seen on his flight.
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 11:39:31 GMT -8
Echo thanked the owl, and watched in natural wonderment as the barn owl took flight, heading out over the moonlit fields a good ways from the castle for less feline-infested hunting grounds.
Echo considered the facts. At least Lord Robynson was indeed alive. He'd feared the siblings may have lied about that and that he was already dead, but Zenith's news confirmed that at least. As for the notion that both siblings were sharpening weapons, that was never likely to be a good thing. He resolved that he would attempt to find the mother alone early the next morning before giving his answer to either sibling.
Echo returned to bed. There were no need for candles in the darkness.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 11:53:43 GMT -8
Despite all the deceit and lies floating abut, Echo would be able to sleep soundly. The bed was comfortable enough, and the blankets were warm and plentiful. Because of the lack of servants, the hallway outside of Echo's room was almost silent.
The next morning, Echo would be awoken by the sound of scratching at his door. Undoubtedly, a cat wanted to be let in. Underneath the door, the hummingbird might spot four fuzzy orange paws and a long tail, flicking back and forth. The cat meowed softly, and scratched at the door some more. If it wasn't let in immediately, it would meow loudly.
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 12:02:49 GMT -8
Echo waiting for Nadir to get airborne before quickly opening the door and attempting to grab the cat in as friendly a way as possible. He liked cats, and they normally liked him, but having avian friends certainly limited his contact with them these days.
Once he'd given the cat a good fuss, he stooped to put it back on the floor of the room, he motioned for Nadir and headed out of the door, leaving it just enough ajar that the cat would have to open it further to escape.
He headed through the castle, clicking repeatedly as he attempted to find a way down and out to the gardens. He fancied some fresh air, and he thought he might find Lady Robynson out there as Lars' had previously mentioned.
He hadn't really explored fully, so he had no idea what or who he might find, but Nadir seemed keen to try and help, though Echo feared he may just be looking for breakfast as he darted randomly around all the various openings and passageways.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 12:18:07 GMT -8
The cat purred and rubbed itself against Echo, then grew bored and bit his finger before stalking off to curl up on the bed and go to sleep. Untrustworthy creature. Still, it was cute and soft, and was fun to pet. As Echo headed out, it watched him go, letting out a lazy meow as it made itself at home on his pillow.
Outside, Echo would find that the grounds were mostly empty. There were trees and hedges, but they were poorly maintained, showing the lack of a gardener. The family really had let go most of their staff, it seemed. As he walked, cats of various sizes watched him from behind shrubs and around corners. They stared at him, eyeing his little flying friend, but didn't approach.
Soon, Echo would hear the shaky voice of Lady Robynson, speaking softly. There was nobody else around, and it seemed as though she was talking to a cat, as Lars had mentioned earlier.
"...but I fear that it may be too late. There are so many signs, I just don't know which ones to follow! I feel as though I'm missing one crucial part of this all, just a piece of the puzzle..."
She stopped as she spotted Echo, and smiled at him as he approached.
"Why...good morning, Mr. Swansong! Can I help you with something?"
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 12:37:31 GMT -8
Nadir hovered twenty feet above Echo, not trusting the cats and ensuring he was well beyond the reach of the stealthy assassins, his head constantly twitching from one cat to the next.
Echo bowed as he approached the elderly matriarch. "Good morning Lady Robynson. I'm glad I found you." Echo was on uncertain ground, and had no real idea of how to proceed. He needed to break the status quo of the situation, and she seemed to be the only one who might be able to do it.
"I was hoping I might finally get to meet Lord Robynson. I fear I have stayed under the roof of a good Lord I haven't even had chance to thank. My dead mother would return to haunt me if she knew I had acted with such poor manners, and I fear my poor courtesies bring shame to both his good Lordship and myself." Echo was laying it on thick, but from what Lucetta had said, her mother was a stickler for manners, and the manners of the highborn do indeed pour scorn on any visitor who makes no effort to meet and thank his host.
He was intrigued by her talk before she'd noticed him. Of what puzzle does she speak? If this approach didn't work, he may need to enquire. He beckoned towards one of the cats playfully, interested to see how good natured the beasts might be. Nadir shot him a traitorous look, and continued to patrol his lofty airspace.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 12:49:58 GMT -8
Lady Robynson hesitated, taken aback by the request to see the lord of the castle. She stuttered for a moment, unsure as to how to respond to his request. She glanced down at the cat she'd been talking to, as though to ask for advice. However, the cat was of no help, and began licking itself.
"M-my husband? But...I'm afraid that's not possible. He's...er...not taking visitors at the moment. I'll be sure to relay your thanks to him, though...I appreciate the gesture, and I'm sure he will too. Um...have you eaten breakfast yet, Mr. Swansong? I can have the cook fix you something, if you'd like."
She smiled, hoping that he'd follow the change in subject. When he beckoned towards the cat, it gave him a haughty glance and walked away, nose in the air.
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Echo Swansong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 13:00:24 GMT -8
"We're fine thank you. It's just that I have important news for his Lordship." Echo decided that it was time for more affirmative action, let the chips fall where they may. "I have reason to believe that there is a threat to his life, a threat to all of your lives. I've actually been sent here to warn him. He must nominate an heir officially, else the house may disintegrate."
Nadir stared at the lying Echo, a slightly confused look upon his face.
"I know about your husband's illness my Lady, and with or without your assistance, I will be going to see him now." Echo mustered as much false bravado as he could, as he attempted to feign a dominance that wasn't in his nature.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 13:13:40 GMT -8
Lady Robynson gasped, turning white. The cat, sensing the change in the mood, jumped up and ran off to go lurk behind a shed and terrorize some small birds. The Lady clasped her hands together, wringing them tightly as she stuttered and hesitated.
"You...you can't...What do you mean? You can't just barge into the man's room like that! What is the news? I can give it to him myself! You mustn't visit him now, you just can't! Not while he's in the state he's in-"
She caught herself, clapping a hand over her mouth. She paused for a moment, looking horrified that she'd let slip that her husband was ill.
"I can't allow you to simply barge in there, but if you're going up...I suppose I should take you. What is the news, though? Tell me!"
She headed in towards the castle, gesturing to a pair of burly guards on the walls. They ran down the stairs, falling into step behind her.
"This meeting must be brief, understand me? You exit when I say, or I'll have you thrown in the dungeons. No funny business, you hear?"
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 13:32:18 GMT -8
Echo nodded in agreement, more than happy to finally get to meet the family patron. He doubted he would get much sense out of him, but he had to make sure. He considered the guards carefully, wondering exactly where their alliances lay. He had no doubt that the siblings were working hard to recruit any and all who could assist in taking over the castle.
"All I can tell you my Lady is that your house is in grave danger. " He considered expanding further, but he didn't want her collapsing on him while he was finally en route to see the old Lord.
Nadir tagged along, more than slightly regretting Echo turning down the chance of breakfast.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 13:42:25 GMT -8
The guards watched him suspiciously, glaring at the newcomer from underneath their helmets. Meanwhile, Lady Robynson led the small party through the excruciatingly long and complicated path to Lord Robynson's room, passing through sitting rooms, massive bathing rooms, and two pantries filled with nothing but dried sausage. Eventually, she knocked quietly on a massive oak door, then stepped inside. The room was ornately decorated, and dominated by a huge four-posted bed. A veil hung around the entire bed, preventing anyone from seeing the occupant inside.
"D-dear...there's a man here to see you. He says that the family is in danger. Lars and Lucette hired him for extra security just last night. Er...Mr. Swansong, if you would?"
She gestured to a chair several feet from the bed. Once he sat down, the guards took their places, standing behind him. Meanwhile, a weak, croaking voice came from the bed.
"Carry on..."
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Echo Swansong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 14:01:27 GMT -8
Echo gulped, hoping that what followed wasn't going to land him in hot water. "My Lord, firstly I would like to thank you for your hospitality." He continued quickly, keen to make the most of the time. "I fear that there are ominous events currently affecting your family. I fear that you do not seem well, and with no named heir to your titles, that your remaining children are plotting against each other."
He continued, the momentum building as he spoke. "I fear your eldest son may already have succumbed to poison, and I'd wager that the same may be happening to you as well my Lord, and I suggest that one of your children is responsible."
He was on a roll now, and hoped to play to the elder couple's heart-strings if nothing else. "Please don't do Willard a disservice by allowing his murderer to profit by gaining your birthright. Please tell me everything you may know about your son's death so that I may assist you in getting to the root of this crime."
Nadir nodded along helpfully, proud of his large blind friend.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 14:21:07 GMT -8
Lady Robynson gasped and swooned, collapsing in a heap on one of the soft couches in the room. One of the guards ran to her, but soon decided that she was just fine and returned to his spot behind Echo, where he glared at the back of the newcomer's head. After a long pause, Lord Robynson spoke.
"P-poison? I'm not surprised...the twins always envied him for being first, and often said that they wished they were born first. I believe you, Mr. Swansong. I trust that what you say is true, because I know my children. Still...have you any proof? Do you know which one of them did it? Also, how did you gain this information? I'm afraid I cannot name a successor myself, unless one of them is found to be guilty of a crime worthy of disowning. Until then, it falls to my wife, who shall reveal which one is the firstborn. I'm sorry that you've been dragged into this, outsider, but I appreciate your sense of justice..."
He stopped, consumed by a coughing fit. A minute later, once he managed to breathe again, he continued.
"Willard fell ill, similar to how I am now. It was just an illness, as far as we knew. The doctors were no help, and he died after being bedridden for a couple of weeks. I'm afraid that's all I know. We were at his side the whole time, all of us."
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 14:40:28 GMT -8
Echo breathed a sigh of relief, pleasantly surprised at how lucid and conversational the old man was. "Well, it seems for certain that poison is finding it's way into your food My Lord. If you honour your own life, I can only suggest finding an alternative source for your food and beverage. Pray, who has access to your food? Have you noticed nothing suspicious?"
"I fear I have no proof, but both siblings seem convinced the other did it, and both have approached me to attempt to get the other out of the picture. Considering your symptoms are the same as your sons, I'd wager everything I have that you've both suffered poisoning, and that it's multiple doses reaching you often. Were the doctors looking for poison? Perhaps if they knew...." He trailed off, wondering if there was anything he could possibly do for the old man.
Tired by the apparent lack of decisiveness, he decided on a radical tack. "Well My Lord, I come from a place where women do not inherit. Unless you or your wife tell me otherwise, I shall be endorsing Lars' claim to the title, and regardless of whether he is guilty or not, I shall endorse his claim. If you wish for a different outcome, I pray you give me some assistance in making a decision."
Nadir whistled, apparently surprised by the boldness, but seemingly content he wouldn't be siding with Lucetta.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jul 5, 2017 14:51:50 GMT -8
When Echo mentioned that Lord Robynson was probably being poisoned, the old man sighed.
"Yes, I can see how you'd think that. It's quite likely, in fact. Lars and Lucette take turns bringing me my meals and medicine, so I suppose you're probably right. Still...I can't voice my fears. If they realize I'm on to them, they'll finish me off for sure. I recognized the pattern, of course. I realized what was happening a week ago, which is why I stopped eating their food."
He rose from the bed, stepping out from behind the curtain. Now visible, Lord Robynson was revealed to be an old, grey-haired man with an impressive beard and a regal look about him, even in his robe.
"I haven't eaten anything they've given me, Mr. Swansong. Not a thing. The cook's assistant brings me food at night, secretly. They still all believe I'm ill, even my dear wife. She's so fragile, I couldn't possibly let her know that one of her children is a murderer."
He sighed.
"I still don't know which one it is...perhaps it's both. I wouldn't be surprised if they worked together, while still scheming against each other. Both of them long for the crown. However...remember your place, Mr. Swansong. Even though you've been very helpful, you're still an outsider. What power do you hold to claim who gets the throne?"
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Echo Swansong
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Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 32
Physical Description: Echo wears a heavy fabric covering over his eyes, and his hair and beard are unkempt. A small hummingbird can usually be found sitting on his shoulder.
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Clothes and Equipment: While his clothes look like those of a wealthy noble, they are in poor condition and show signs of heavy wear. A green bejewelled brooch is pinned to his chest.
Registered: Jul 3, 2017 4:33:59 GMT -8
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Post by Echo Swansong on Jul 5, 2017 15:08:56 GMT -8
The former noble rocked on his heels at the Lord's revelation. He bowed as Lord Robynson rounded the curtain, and listened intently as he spoke. Even Nadir seemed a little stunned and momentarily stopped flapping, though he managed to reengage his wings before hitting the ground.
"My apologies my Lord. It is just that I do not envy your situation. As you say I am an outsider and I haven't yet been here a full day, still I find this whole predicament weighs heavily on my soul. You're right, I have no rights to name a successor, and I'm merely stating that my support is with Lars. I won't claim my support is anything but a small thing, but what little thing it is I shall give to him. I cannot help but feel you bring this doom upon your own house by not naming a successor, though I understand fully if you intend to try and get to the bottom of things." There wasn't anything rational about his choice, he liked Lars more, and the male inheritance was something he was used to. Unless the Lord could offer up some way of helping them get to the bottom of the crimes, it seemed as sensible a way to do it as anything else.
"Do you have a plan for what you will do next My Lord?"
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