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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 5, 2019 8:17:14 GMT -8
Castle CremaCastle Crema sits on a hill in the southeastern plains of the Isran Empire, overlooking a collection of small villages. It is ruled by the Crema family, who have presided over the lands for generations. Once wealthy, the family has recently fallen upon hard times, and the castle has fallen into a state of disrepair. This decline is echoed in the villages, who struggle to keep up with the heavy taxes imposed upon them.
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Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30s
Physical Description: Helevisa is a tall, slender woman with a pointed face. Her eyes are grey-blue. Her hair is long and jet-black, usually tied up to stay out of her face. Her face suggests a lack of sleep, with her eyes often underlined with dark circles that she takes great pains to hide. She takes her appearance seriously, believing it to be directly tied to her work, and is meticulous about the way she looks depending on who she is meeting.
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Clothes and Equipment: Helevisa prefers to dress practically, usually with a long dark coat and a black knee-high pair of boots. The rest of her outfit changes on a whim, usually neutral tones with the occasional splash of red or orange. Her only accessory is a gold ring that she wears upon her ring finger that has a fire opal embedded in it. It's warm to the touch.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Dec 5, 2019 12:25:12 GMT -8
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Post by Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel on Dec 14, 2019 10:10:49 GMT -8
If Helevisa could not already see the castle looming in the distance, she would have gotten cold feet.
She trusted her own abilities with little doubt, but this all seemed a rather sordid affair. The carriage ride had gone smoothly thus far, at least. No sudden ambushes or strange occurrences, but Helevisa never allowed herself to be comfortable while traveling. Too many good people had been lost even in manned convoys like this. Things could go wrong at any time.
The castle grew closer and closer, and as the carriage began to halt movement, Helevisa scrawled a small message on a piece of paper. I have made it to the castle safely. She attached it to one of the beetle guards and watched as it flew back towards the Citadel. Perhaps the last message I will ever send, Helevisa noted, though she did not let that thought get to her.
She stepped out of the carriage and looked up at the once great Castle Crema. A death trap more than an extravagant home for royalty, and Helevisa motioned for some of the cavalry to stay alert as she approached one of the guards outside of the structure.
“Good day to you,” she said. “I am Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel of the Isran Empire. I have been sent by Empress Naoki on imperial business. I would like to be allowed to inspect the castle.” She none too subtly motioned to an Isran insignia on her jacket.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 14, 2019 13:20:02 GMT -8
The beetle flew away, its bright red wings glittering in the sunlight as it sped off towards the capital. The beetles had their skeptics, but they were certainly one of the quicker and more reliable ways of getting messages back. They were quicker than pigeons, anyone with any sense knew not to try and catch them. After all, capturing or harming an imperial message beetle carried a hefty fine, as did unauthorized possession of even a single wing. Still, despite the protections, beetles did occasionally vanish before reaching their destination; this made every message sent was a bit of a gamble.
The guard eyed Helevisa suspiciously, spitting out a stem of grass that he'd been chewing on. She certainly looked official enough, and the detachment of Isran Cavalry seemed pretty legitimate...but what if it was all just an elaborate disguise? What if they were bandits, planning to seize the castle once he opened the gate? After all, bandits had been getting more and more common as the villages had fallen on hard times. He considered this possibility for a long while, and sighed. There really was no way around it. If they were bandits, they'd likely kill him if he refused. If they were legitimate Isran officials, he'd likely be punished for barring them entry. Besides, if they were bandits and they did seize the castle, there would likely be nobody left alive to blame him for letting them in. He stepped aside, banging his tarnished halberd on the portcullis to signal the doorman to raise it.
"Welcome to th' castle," he grunted, waving for them to enter. "I would've thought someone'd let us know if an imperial inspector were comin', but I guess that's too much to ask. Noggins, show them inside."
Noggins, a rather flat-faced lad with a dull look in his eye, led the group through the gate. Once inside, Helevisa would find herself in a rather dingy courtyard. The flowerbeds that lined the path were overgrown with weeds, and the cobbles themselves clearly had not been swept recently. The door to the keep opened, and a tall, grey-haired woman strode out to meet her. It was clear from the lines etched into her face that she had not smiled in a long while, and Noggins flinched when she spoke, as though expecting to be scolded.
"An imperial envoy," she said, eyeing Helevisa suspiciously. "To what do I owe the pleasure? We've kept up on our taxes, and I hadn't heard any news about an impending war. I suppose I have little choice but to welcome you in, although you'll forgive me if we don't throw a feast in your honor. I am Lady Iliana Crema, but I'm sure you knew that already."
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Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30s
Physical Description: Helevisa is a tall, slender woman with a pointed face. Her eyes are grey-blue. Her hair is long and jet-black, usually tied up to stay out of her face. Her face suggests a lack of sleep, with her eyes often underlined with dark circles that she takes great pains to hide. She takes her appearance seriously, believing it to be directly tied to her work, and is meticulous about the way she looks depending on who she is meeting.
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Clothes and Equipment: Helevisa prefers to dress practically, usually with a long dark coat and a black knee-high pair of boots. The rest of her outfit changes on a whim, usually neutral tones with the occasional splash of red or orange. Her only accessory is a gold ring that she wears upon her ring finger that has a fire opal embedded in it. It's warm to the touch.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Dec 5, 2019 12:25:12 GMT -8
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Post by Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel on Dec 22, 2019 13:06:52 GMT -8
The Marchioness just gave a polite smile to the guardsman, mentally filing him away into the dunce category in her brain. Rather full, these days, but she supposed you couldn’t ask for too much from guards folk. She stepped in, careful to not allow herself to get tangled in the weeds and debris that seemed to cover every inch of the courtyard. Helevisa made a mental note to grab some more sturdy boots from her carriage when she could, lest she lose herself in the mess created.
Another polite smile to Iliana Crema, practiced to not allow any negative emotion to shine through. “My pleasure, Lady Crema. I am Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel, and I was sent here to…” Now there was a question. Opening with here to investigate suggestions that you are going against local law and hiding a dead body would lead to evidence being hidden, things getting mysteriously lost in the middle of the night. There was no reason to make Lady Crema suspect her yet.
“I was sent here to simply investigate the castle in these trying times. I am aware that Lord Crema is rather ill, and we were sent to make sure that things are still running smoothly for you all and to perhaps visit the lord himself and make sure that he is doing alright. Besides that, just some of the usual inspection business. Bureaucracy, things are being tightened up, I’m sure you understand.” Each word was spoken firmly and with confidence, eyes focused on the older woman. She was not going to allow herself to be spoken down to by some old hag.
“I would appreciate someone showing me around, if that is alright. Yourself or someone else. Lord Crema has a son, yes? I would rather like to meet him as well.”
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Dec 23, 2019 21:52:39 GMT -8
Lady Crema's face tightened as she scrutinized Helevisa, eyeing her like a cook might eye a moldy biscuit. There was suspicion in her gaze, but her expression was predominantly one of disdain. Who did this inspector think she was, marching in demanding to be shown around? After a long moment, she sighed and turned to head inside, waving a hand for Helevisa to follow.
"Come along, then," she said. "I suppose I haven't much of a choice, do I? I'll show you around myself, that boy is little more than a fool. Entirely unfit to rule. As you say, Lord Crema is very ill. It'd probably be best for him to not receive any visitors. I'm sure you understand."
She spat the last sentence with unveiled venom, mocking Helevisa's words as she led her into the keep. The interior of the keep was much neater than the outside, but still had an air of dinginess to it. The brass candlesticks were tarnished, the rugs were ragged, and the tapestries were undusted; all signs pointed towards a shortage of staff.
"What exactly do you need to inspect, Marchioness?" asked Lady Crema over her shoulder. "Our coffers? Making sure we're not holding out on the empress? I certainly wouldn't want her to miss any desserts on our account."
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Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30s
Physical Description: Helevisa is a tall, slender woman with a pointed face. Her eyes are grey-blue. Her hair is long and jet-black, usually tied up to stay out of her face. Her face suggests a lack of sleep, with her eyes often underlined with dark circles that she takes great pains to hide. She takes her appearance seriously, believing it to be directly tied to her work, and is meticulous about the way she looks depending on who she is meeting.
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Clothes and Equipment: Helevisa prefers to dress practically, usually with a long dark coat and a black knee-high pair of boots. The rest of her outfit changes on a whim, usually neutral tones with the occasional splash of red or orange. Her only accessory is a gold ring that she wears upon her ring finger that has a fire opal embedded in it. It's warm to the touch.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Dec 5, 2019 12:25:12 GMT -8
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Post by Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel on Dec 29, 2019 15:23:15 GMT -8
Helevisa followed, running a finger over the top of a shelf to find a thick layer of dust on her finger. She frowned but conditioned walking forwards, eyes darting to every corner of the castle. How sad, she thought, I imagine this castle once was beautiful.
“Everything, Lady Crema. I would like to speak to the young son of Lord Crema, inspect the coffers, so on and so forth. I want to do a thorough inspection to give back to our Empress…” She trailed off, looking to find the right words.
“Any way to look at the legislation of the land is required as well. Someone to talk to about that sort of thing would be excellent.” Anything to prove that local law would have the young son as the heir rather than this wretched woman. Helevisa was getting more testy by the moment, but her composure would have to be kept to get through this.
“I understand that this is rather unfortunate to deal with, but it is for the better of your welfare as well as the welfare of the kingdom. If we did not inspect the lands, terrible events could pass under our noses. Would be rather awful, wouldn’t it? Either way, your cooperation is appreciated and the Empress will do her best to help you in your time of strife. I can send messages if any aid needs to be given to you all.” Next would be finding out where the young heir was, and then seeing if she could enter the room that allegedly held Lord Crema's body.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 10, 2020 15:54:22 GMT -8
Lady Crema's lips into a thin line as she detailed the purpose of her visit. It was very clear that she was not pleased with this sudden inspection, but what could she do? To turn away an imperial inspector was to turn away the imperial crown itself, and not even she was foolish enough to do that. Such an act could be considered treason, and would be grounds for the abolition of the duchy. No, it was better to play the part of the polite but impatient host. The inspector would leave on her own eventually, even if only to go report back to that damn cat.
"We wouldn't think of imposing upon the Empress's generosity," she said, looking down at Helevisa with a contemptful sneer that only a born noble could muster. "We'll manage on our own, thank you very much. As for the legislation of the lands...well, why didn't you just say so? Come right this way, I'll lead you there myself. We mustn't waste any time, I'm sure you're very busy."
Striding down a long hallway, she turned a corner and led Helevisa into a dark, cramped room. Opening the curtains, Helevisa would find herself in what looked to be a small, incredibly cluttered library. The bookshelves that lined the walls were full to bursting, and every table and flat surface was covered in dusty tomes and stacks of loose papers. Piles of paper littered the floor, making navigation of the room difficult.
"Feel free to look around," said Lady Crema, giving the inspector a smug smirk. "These are the laws of the land. Unfortunately, our last bookkeeper was halfway through rearranging it before his heart suddenly gave out. We haven't had the time to reorganize everything, what with our lord's illness. I'm sure you'll manage, though. You seem like a smart lass."
A young man poked his head in the door, glancing at the two women in the room. Too clean to be a servant boy, his boyish face was set in the refined serenity of an aristocrat. His eyes seemed to light up as he spotted Helevisa, gaze flying to the imperial insignia she wore.
"Ah, who is this?" he asked. "Lady Crema, is that an imperial inspector? What might she be doing here?"
"That's none of your business, boy," said Lady Crema, her face twisting with distaste as she made a shooing motion with her hand. "Begone with you. She'll be gone as soon as her inspection is complete."
The young man ignored her, turning his attention instead to Helevisa.
"Inspector," he said. "What a lovely surprise. Can I offer you anything to eat or drink? You must have had a long journey. I'm Corbin Crema, son of our lat-"
He caught his stepmother's glare out of the corner of his eye, and hastily stopped himself and backtracked.
"Ahem, son of our Lord Crema. Welcome to our castle, inspector."
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Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30s
Physical Description: Helevisa is a tall, slender woman with a pointed face. Her eyes are grey-blue. Her hair is long and jet-black, usually tied up to stay out of her face. Her face suggests a lack of sleep, with her eyes often underlined with dark circles that she takes great pains to hide. She takes her appearance seriously, believing it to be directly tied to her work, and is meticulous about the way she looks depending on who she is meeting.
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Clothes and Equipment: Helevisa prefers to dress practically, usually with a long dark coat and a black knee-high pair of boots. The rest of her outfit changes on a whim, usually neutral tones with the occasional splash of red or orange. Her only accessory is a gold ring that she wears upon her ring finger that has a fire opal embedded in it. It's warm to the touch.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Dec 5, 2019 12:25:12 GMT -8
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Post by Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel on Jan 11, 2020 18:47:54 GMT -8
If Helevisa became Empress any time soon, she was going to make laws against Lady Crema specifically.
She couldn’t let her temper get the best of her though. She smiled, and she followed, and she didn’t let her annoyance show when she was led to that dusty library. It would be difficult to navigate, yes, but not impossible. Could easily get a couple of her men in here and start scouring, though it would be difficult to tell them the plan without fear of Lady Crema overhearing. She would get something done, though, and then she could go home and rest well knowing this wretched woman was rotting in an imperial prison somewhere.
Her thoughts of revenge were torn from her when another voice came in, however. She turned to see a young man standing there, and it clicked immediately that this must be Corbin. How fortunate. She was afraid that the young man would end up indisposed for the entire visit, somehow.
“You must be the young son! Ah, pleasure to meet you. I am Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel. The lady here was just giving me a tour, but I did want to speak to you. Lady Crema, do you think you could leave the room for a moment? I have so many papers to look through, and I need to speak to the young man privately. I plan on being here as long as it takes, so there needs to be no worry about us not having enough time to talk.”
Each word was as practiced as it could be. She gave a small bow to the young man before looking over at Lady Crema, eyes mischievous like the cat that got the crema. Er, cream. If the young man happened to know where some of these papers might be, the process could be even faster than she had previously intended.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 16, 2020 18:53:45 GMT -8
Lady Crema's glare sharpened to an icy blade that would have made a lesser being wilt away into obedient silence. It was clear that she was not pleased about being dismissed in her own castle, but she nodded regardless. What could she do, when an Imperial Inspector's words held the same weight as orders from the throne itself?
"Very well, Inspector," she said, her voice frigid with condescension. "I shall be nearby. I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding me if you need me. You seem to be good at poking around. Corbin, I expect nothing but the utmost propriety. Please try not to embarrass me."
She swept out of the room, the door slamming heavily behind her. As soon as it shut, Corbin let out a sigh of relief.
"So you're the inspector, then," he said. "Were you sent by the Empress? I assume she got my letter. Please help me. You see how this is, the state of the town and castle. That woman is driving us to ruin, and refuses to let my father rest. She continues to bring in doctors to keep up the macabre charade that he is still alive, each one more deranged than the last. Nobody's soul could move on with their body continually being poked and prodded like that. The only authority that she'd be forced to answer to is the imperial throne. I'm begging you, certify my father's death and allow me to ascend to the head of the castle."
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Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30s
Physical Description: Helevisa is a tall, slender woman with a pointed face. Her eyes are grey-blue. Her hair is long and jet-black, usually tied up to stay out of her face. Her face suggests a lack of sleep, with her eyes often underlined with dark circles that she takes great pains to hide. She takes her appearance seriously, believing it to be directly tied to her work, and is meticulous about the way she looks depending on who she is meeting.
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Clothes and Equipment: Helevisa prefers to dress practically, usually with a long dark coat and a black knee-high pair of boots. The rest of her outfit changes on a whim, usually neutral tones with the occasional splash of red or orange. Her only accessory is a gold ring that she wears upon her ring finger that has a fire opal embedded in it. It's warm to the touch.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Dec 5, 2019 12:25:12 GMT -8
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Post by Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel on Jan 19, 2020 18:39:49 GMT -8
The Marchioness simply returned the look with her own glare, watching as the woman left the room in a huff. It wasn’t until that the footsteps fell further away that she let herself relax, turning to Corbin. It took a while for her to speak, though it was clear she was thinking. A lot was going on and she'd want to be on top of her game if she was to deal with this. Running in and saying something stupid could cost her the entire thing.
“Yes, the Empress got your letter and sent me to investigate. I’m terribly sorry about what happened to your father.” Well, what she assumed happened. She had learned early on in her career to not trust too much. This Corbin boy could be stretching the truth just like anyone else in the castle could. She straightened herself out and nodded once.
“I already asked if I could see the Lord and was refused. I will need assistance into getting into that room, and I will need help in finding the proper laws to fix this issue of the throne. One step at a time though. These doctors, where are they from? Who are they? I’ll likely need to speak to one of them…” A lot of mental notes. She twisted her ring as she spoke.
“I’ll need your help on much of this, Corbin. Are you willing? I will protect you from your stepmother as much as my role allows me, but I cannot interfere too much. An incident would be… unfortunate.” She could only imagine Naoki’s disappointment.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Feb 1, 2020 21:40:19 GMT -8
Corbin sighed, slumping down heavily in a dust-covered chair. As the cloud of dust billowed up around him, he buried his face in his hands, suddenly looking far older than his age. It was a long moment before he spoke again, his voice was weak.
"The doctors," he repeated. "Where do I begin? The first few seemed reasonable enough. The latest ones, though...the one last month was nearly too drunk to stand up and smelled of wet feathers. The one after that..."
He shuddered, clutching at his face until his knuckles turned white.
"That man...no, that thing was horrifying. I don't even know if it was human. I never saw its face, only a mask...and he wanted to touch everything. I don't know why that woman hired him, and I don't know what he did in that room with my father's corpse for the hours he was in there. We don't know where he went, either. I don't know where any of them went. I'll help you any way I can, Investigator, but I'm not sure how much I can do."
Straightening up, he looked her in the eye, his face lined with exhaustion.
"Couldn't we just go to see my father's corpse and put this whole matter at rest? That seems like the easiest course of action to me."
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Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30s
Physical Description: Helevisa is a tall, slender woman with a pointed face. Her eyes are grey-blue. Her hair is long and jet-black, usually tied up to stay out of her face. Her face suggests a lack of sleep, with her eyes often underlined with dark circles that she takes great pains to hide. She takes her appearance seriously, believing it to be directly tied to her work, and is meticulous about the way she looks depending on who she is meeting.
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Clothes and Equipment: Helevisa prefers to dress practically, usually with a long dark coat and a black knee-high pair of boots. The rest of her outfit changes on a whim, usually neutral tones with the occasional splash of red or orange. Her only accessory is a gold ring that she wears upon her ring finger that has a fire opal embedded in it. It's warm to the touch.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Dec 5, 2019 12:25:12 GMT -8
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Post by Marchioness Helevisa Reinsel on Feb 13, 2020 8:30:04 GMT -8
The Marchioness sighed, her own face began to show her tiredness. To hear this young man speak of this thing that frightened him, it made her heart twinge in a way that she would usually try to avoid. She would have to deal with this the best way she could. She stepped over to Corbin and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“We need to be thorough, Corbin. If we rush in, we run the risk of losing evidence, of making a misstep that will make it harder for the Empress to deal with this. I assure you, I don’t do these things just for my own health. I want to make sure we have as strong a case as possible against your step-mother.”
It wasn’t a bad idea though, to go see the body as soon as possible. She could take notes, make a few drawings, but it still seemed a risky maneuver. If they were caught, the body could be gone and they could be in a lot of trouble. Soiling the Empire’s name with some hack job of a criminal investigation would make people lose faith, and faith was all that some had these days. She chewed on her bottom lip in thought.
“... If you could get us in to see the body, I could make notes and we could get out as soon as possible. I just want to make sure the body is in one piece when we leave. If she tries to dispose of it, that’s going to be terrible for all of us, don’t you think?”
Another heaving sigh. She didn’t expect her day to go like this.
“I can deal with the legal issues later. If it is important to you, I can go in with you and see the body.”
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