Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 18, 2015 19:08:49 GMT -8
The scribe listened to Vikars request silently, an unreadable look on the man's face. After Vikar had finished, he finally spoke, shifting in his chair slightly as he began.
“This is an interesting proposition you have made to me. Slightly irregular, but the Black Tower is fairly flexible in matters such as these. Please realize, all those in our task force are paid both monetarily and with knowledge. From what I can tell, you would get what you want by joining our task force. We would also only give you missions you are capable of completing in relative safety, if your lack of combat ability worries you about that factor.”
The scribe paused for a second, tapping his fingers on the desk for a moment.
“However, if you have another proposition in mind, I am open to hearing it. Also, on the matter of us not giving our information out to strangers… Well, let’s just say anyone who has gone through our info would know a decent amount about our organization at that point. Betraying the Black Tower once one knows more about it, well, I would find that much more insane than us taking new people in,” The scribe said this last part almost as a joke, but his tone would make the message clear.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 18, 2015 19:35:43 GMT -8
The scribe gave Niklas a rather sceptical look when he stated his equipment had nothing wrong with it. “Well, even if there isn’t anything necessarily wrong with it, I’m sure the Black Tower will be able to offer you upgrades from our armory. We have a rather significant amount of dwarven made weapons, tools, and armor. Some even happen to be enchanted. We must make sure those in our task force are only given the best we can offer them, after all, we don’t want to be having to replace them because they get brought down by some stray fireball.” Upon his signing of the documents, the scribe took them back and filed them away in his desk. “The tower has plenty of occupants in it already, guards, dwarven builders, and those who keep the facilities running. The task force itself though is just coming together, so you are one of the first ones to join it. We’ve only started recruiting for it recently though, I suspect more recruits will be joining soon.” Opening a draw in his desk, the scribe brought out a rather plain looking silver ring with a single blue gem in it. He handed it over to Niklas. “This is an enchanted ring that can be used for communication. You’ll be able to speak into it to contact the tower and other members in the task force. Additionally, as long as you’re wearing it, if someone contacts you, only you will hear their voice in your mind. This allows for discreet communication.” Taking a sharp intake of breath, he asked softly "Fire ball?" Niklas' fear was palpable. He listened intently, with the colour drained from his face, as the scribe described the task force and the communication ring. He slipped the ring onto his finger. "Thank you," he said earnestly. "What do you need me to do until the task force is ready? And where should I go to meet with the inspector?"
The scribe nonchalantly waved off Niklas reaction of his mentioning of fireballs.
“You probably won’t run into such things, but the point is, one can never be too prepared.”
The scribe considered his question of what he should do, although it didn’t take him long to decide.
“Well, before you meet the Inspector, we should get a few more things out of the way. First off, you should go up to your new rooms so you’ll know where their at. I’ll have a meal sent up to you as well as a tailor. Once he gets your measurements, we can have some extra pairs of clothes sent up. They won’t be uniforms mind you, the task force is to be a bit more inconspicuous.”
The scribe motioned for a nearby guard to walk over.
“Please show Master Rorer here to his rooms, also remember to be respectful to him, he’s the newest member of our taskforce. I also suggest using the stairs, I don’t think he’s quite ready for the lift yet..”
The guard would give a nod to Niklas, motioning for him to follow along behind the guard. The guard would lead him down a secondary hallway to some stairs. Upon climbing two flights of them, they would exit once more to another hallway lined with doors on either side. It appeared to be lit by some type of magic lamp, as no windows were to be found anywhere in the tower.
Around 30 feet down the hallway from the stairs, the guard would stop in front of one of the doors. Like most of the others, this door was made of metal and featured numerous runes on it, this one however, did have a keyhole. Pulling a key from his pocket, the guard would open the door, revealing the interior of the room.
The rooms walls, floors, and ceiling was made of the same black stone as the rest of the tower. Unlike the rest of the tower however, it had a number of decorations in it. Several paintings were on the walls and a large rug of fur covered a decent portion of the floor. Although not massive, the room was a decent size. A bed with plenty of blankets on it was in one corner of the room while a writing desk with a comfortable chair in front of it was in the other corner. It also featured a number of other features one would expect in a fairly nice Inn.
“I hope you find the room to your liking, a meal for you should be arriving shortly, please stay here until it arrives if you would.”
At that, the guard would salute Niklas and leave, handing him the key before closing the door with a click.
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Vikar Trannyth
Established
Roleplay posts: 10 
Age: 31
Physical Description: Vikar Trannyth, or simply "Vikar" to the uninitiated, stands at the average height of five feet, eleven inches, with an average build, an average gait, and a lightly tanned complexion. Vikar's face is of relatively fair make, with no scars or potch streaks visible to the naked eye. A constant fade is present on his cheeks and chin however, as his deep black facial hair, shaved as it may be, still casts a shadow amongst the otherwise unmarked skin. His taut chin is neatly framed below his low cheekbones, not excessively chiseled; but not overly rounded either. In many ways, he bares an bland and otherwise conventional appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a fitted black coat that falls to just below his knees, and a complimenting pair of high-set boots that crest at the tip of his functional outerwear. The coat itself is simple, yet elegant. Accented at several points around the sleeves and beneath the folds of the collar, bright silver buttons adorn the cloth like eyes amongst an inky black sea. Two belts hang loose over the bespoke hip stitching, leaving the coat unclasped and revealing an ornate gray vest and black riding slacks beneath. Around his neck is wrapped a jet black scarf, crowned by a midnight dark hat that curiously resembles a sailor's tricorne. Shortly cropped and styled jet black hair tops Vikar's head, creating a blurred line between the identical color of his headwear. His eyes pierce the otherwise bleak and colorless ensemble, the gray-green of a murky, foggy swamp. The palms of his hands are covered with silky black gloves that stop at the base of the fingers, with shining silver stitching which, from a distance, one might confuse with many small rings.
Simply an extension of his right hand, a cane, thick as a copper piece is round, and yet another black-colored addition to the colorless scene, is crowned with the head of a carrion bird. The shaft is reticulated with equidistant rings, silver in color and split every forth of the walking implement.
Registered: Dec 10, 2015 19:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by Vikar Trannyth on Dec 18, 2015 19:54:22 GMT -8
Satisfied that he made his point, and with the scribes response, Vikar relaxed. He leaned forward, and slid his scroll across the table, this time within comfortable reach of the scribe. "I am honored, and I hope my service to the Black Tower is to your expectations."
He removed the cane from his knees, and set it between his legs. He rested his hands upon the silver emblazoned bird head. "I have an associate that has made his way to the port of Bayonne, to offer his services to the King of Gauldin as a mercenary army. I have been employed as his emissary to the King. I was planning on offering my...services...to the King himself, perhaps with the aid of your...our...organization. If I am successful, such a position would no doubt be of use to the Black Tower."
He tapped his cane on the floor. "But I digress. Feel free to take as long as you need to discuss it whomever you require. In the meantime, I will be available for missions should you wish."
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Niklas Rorer
Established
I gots new digs!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 17
Physical Description: Niklas is a human of average height and build. His hair is dark, well-kept and oiled, and tied tightly at the back.
Clothes and Equipment: Niklas is wrapped in worn traveller's clothes of various common materials.
An unimpressive short bronze sword hangs through a loop at the small of his back, angled with the hilt within reach of his right arm. The sword was a gift from Roren, Niklas' master, and has proven a reliable and durable friend throughout Niklas' life.
A large overstuffed knapsack is strapped to his back. It contains his meagre life savings, spare clothes, and travelling equipment.
On his right pointer is a simple silver band with a blue gem inset, used as a communication device for Grandma's Black Tower task force.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 17:52:27 GMT -8
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Post by Niklas Rorer on Dec 18, 2015 19:54:23 GMT -8
Taking a sharp intake of breath, he asked softly "Fire ball?" Niklas' fear was palpable. He listened intently, with the colour drained from his face, as the scribe described the task force and the communication ring. He slipped the ring onto his finger. "Thank you," he said earnestly. "What do you need me to do until the task force is ready? And where should I go to meet with the inspector?"
The scribe nonchalantly waved off Niklas reaction of his mentioning of fireballs.
“You probably won’t run into such things, but the point is, one can never be too prepared.”
The scribe considered his question of what he should do, although it didn’t take him long to decide.
“Well, before you meet the Inspector, we should get a few more things out of the way. First off, you should go up to your new rooms so you’ll know where their at. I’ll have a meal sent up to you as well as a tailor. Once he gets your measurements, we can have some extra pairs of clothes sent up. They won’t be uniforms mind you, the task force is to be a bit more inconspicuous.”
The scribe motioned for a nearby guard to walk over.
“Please show Master Rorer here to his rooms, also remember to be respectful to him, he’s the newest member of our taskforce. I also suggest using the stairs, I don’t think he’s quite ready for the lift yet..”
The guard would give a nod to Niklas, motioning for him to follow along behind the guard. The guard would lead him down a secondary hallway to some stairs. Upon climbing two flights of them, they would exit once more to another hallway lined with doors on either side. It appeared to be lit by some type of magic lamp, as no windows were to be found anywhere in the tower.
Around 30 feet down the hallway from the stairs, the guard would stop in front of one of the doors. Like most of the others, this door was made of metal and featured numerous runes on it, this one however, did have a keyhole. Pulling a key from his pocket, the guard would open the door, revealing the interior of the room.
The rooms walls, floors, and ceiling was made of the same black stone as the rest of the tower. Unlike the rest of the tower however, it had a number of decorations in it. Several paintings were on the walls and a large rug of fur covered a decent portion of the floor. Although not massive, the room was a decent size. A bed with plenty of blankets on it was in one corner of the room while a writing desk with a comfortable chair in front of it was in the other corner. It also featured a number of other features one would expect in a fairly nice Inn.
“I hope you find the room to your liking, a meal for you should be arriving shortly, please stay here until it arrives if you would.”
At that, the guard would salute Niklas and leave, handing him the key before closing the door with a click.
"Maybe I'll look into something fire-proof. Just, uh, in case." He followed his guide, adopting his look of wonder once more at the sight the artificial lighting. After thanking the guard for the room and the guidance and bidding him goodbye, Niklas closed the door, set his pack by the door in preparation for a hasty exit if necessary, and set about exploring the room, the peculiar light source and the furniture while he waited for the tailor and food to arrive. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 18, 2015 20:27:16 GMT -8
The scribe would take the scroll and study its contents. After reading the whole thing, he would nod in satisfaction.
“This seems to answer most of the questions I would have about your person. I hope you don’t mind if I file this away? I can also copy it if you would like to retain the original scroll for yourself.”
Upon hearing Vikars intentions, the scribe smiled rather broadly.
“That is a very excellent offer you make. The Black Tower does desire to get its information network throughout multiple kingdoms so it may better help those all throughout the realm. We are definitely willing to assist you in gaining such a position. Besides information, what other assistance will you need to gain such a position?”
The scribe chuckled slightly at Vikars question about him requiring permission.
“Oh, I won’t be needing to ask anyone's permission for this. We’re looking for opportunities such as these quite frequently. Your terms seem fairly acceptable to me and I’m sure the higher ups would agree. As for missions, we don’t have any specific ones at the moment, but take this.”
The scribe would hand Vikar a plain silver ring with a single blue gemstone embedded in it.
“This ring is enchanted, it allows communication between you and those in our task force and intelligence department. As long as the ring is touching your skin, only you will hear those communicating with you through it.”
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 18, 2015 20:38:12 GMT -8
After about 10 minutes of waiting, a knock would sound on the door to Niklas’s room. Before he would have time to answer it himself, the door would swing open and a maid would make her way into the room. It appeared the maids had keys to all the rooms.
“Here is your food Master Rorer, it’s fresh from the kitchen.”
The maid would give a slight curtsey after placing the tray on the table.
The meal appeared to be a type of chicken soup, filled with vegetables like potatoes, carrots, and a number of other ingredients. A loaf of hearty wheat bread sat beside the bowl, still warm from the oven and glistening with butter. There was one glass that was empty, accompanied by two pitchers. One filled with water and the other some kind of wine.
“Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave? Also, the tailor will be up as soon as you finish eating.” The maid said looking questioningly at Niklas.
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Niklas Rorer
Established
I gots new digs!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 17
Physical Description: Niklas is a human of average height and build. His hair is dark, well-kept and oiled, and tied tightly at the back.
Clothes and Equipment: Niklas is wrapped in worn traveller's clothes of various common materials.
An unimpressive short bronze sword hangs through a loop at the small of his back, angled with the hilt within reach of his right arm. The sword was a gift from Roren, Niklas' master, and has proven a reliable and durable friend throughout Niklas' life.
A large overstuffed knapsack is strapped to his back. It contains his meagre life savings, spare clothes, and travelling equipment.
On his right pointer is a simple silver band with a blue gem inset, used as a communication device for Grandma's Black Tower task force.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 17:52:27 GMT -8
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Post by Niklas Rorer on Dec 18, 2015 21:00:36 GMT -8
After about 10 minutes of waiting, a knock would sound on the door to Niklas’s room. Before he would have time to answer it himself, the door would swing open and a maid would make her way into the room. It appeared the maids had keys to all the rooms. “Here is your food Master Rorer, it’s fresh from the kitchen.” The maid would give a slight curtsey after placing the tray on the table. The meal appeared to be a type of chicken soup, filled with vegetables like potatoes, carrots, and a number of other ingredients. A loaf of hearty wheat bread sat beside the bowl, still warm from the oven and glistening with butter. There was one glass that was empty, accompanied by two pitchers. One filled with water and the other some kind of wine. “Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave? Also, the tailor will be up as soon as you finish eating.” The maid said looking questioningly at Niklas. "Thank you. I think I have everything that I need. Is there a bathhouse in the tower? I've been on the road for several weeks without, uh, respite." Niklas poured himself a glass of wine naturally and took a large swig. |
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Vikar Trannyth
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 31
Physical Description: Vikar Trannyth, or simply "Vikar" to the uninitiated, stands at the average height of five feet, eleven inches, with an average build, an average gait, and a lightly tanned complexion. Vikar's face is of relatively fair make, with no scars or potch streaks visible to the naked eye. A constant fade is present on his cheeks and chin however, as his deep black facial hair, shaved as it may be, still casts a shadow amongst the otherwise unmarked skin. His taut chin is neatly framed below his low cheekbones, not excessively chiseled; but not overly rounded either. In many ways, he bares an bland and otherwise conventional appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a fitted black coat that falls to just below his knees, and a complimenting pair of high-set boots that crest at the tip of his functional outerwear. The coat itself is simple, yet elegant. Accented at several points around the sleeves and beneath the folds of the collar, bright silver buttons adorn the cloth like eyes amongst an inky black sea. Two belts hang loose over the bespoke hip stitching, leaving the coat unclasped and revealing an ornate gray vest and black riding slacks beneath. Around his neck is wrapped a jet black scarf, crowned by a midnight dark hat that curiously resembles a sailor's tricorne. Shortly cropped and styled jet black hair tops Vikar's head, creating a blurred line between the identical color of his headwear. His eyes pierce the otherwise bleak and colorless ensemble, the gray-green of a murky, foggy swamp. The palms of his hands are covered with silky black gloves that stop at the base of the fingers, with shining silver stitching which, from a distance, one might confuse with many small rings.
Simply an extension of his right hand, a cane, thick as a copper piece is round, and yet another black-colored addition to the colorless scene, is crowned with the head of a carrion bird. The shaft is reticulated with equidistant rings, silver in color and split every forth of the walking implement.
Registered: Dec 10, 2015 19:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by Vikar Trannyth on Dec 18, 2015 21:16:59 GMT -8
Vikar was taken aback by the frank way in which the scribe offered him the Black Tower's resources. Not that it was unwanted in the least; he was simply surprised gaining the trust of such a prestigious and secretive organization was so...quickly done. Though he remembered what the scribe said. If indeed they were able to aid him in gaining a position of trust within the Gauldian Kingdom, the Black Tower was certainly not an organization to be trifled with, nor betrayed.
He beckoned to the scroll. "Please, keep it. Being that it is on my most knowledgeable subject, me, I would assume I do not need a copy." A wry smile flashed across his face, then turned quickly back to serious and taut. He continued; "I would prefer it stay in it's original state however, and not copied if possible. Not that I do not trust your no doubt meticulous record keeping; but paranoia, in our business, can be justified at certain times."
After saying this, Vikar's gaze followed the scribe's outstretched hand. As he reached out for the ring, a twinkle of amazement flashed through his gaze; though he quickly righted himself. Vikar gingerly took the ring, and placed it on his right ring finger. "Simply amazing..." He breathed. 'Thank you."
He straightened up again. "So if there are no missions as of yet, I will get started on my own project and head toward Bayonne Harbor. If at all possible, I would require transportation, in addition to a statement that speaks to my talent and abilities. A sort of recommendation if you will. Be it a simple letter, or even an escort, whatever the Tower can provide. It is my understanding that the King of Gauldin is of new stock, and he may have the paranoia of a newly appointed leader; wanting only to keep those around him that he can trust. If I come with a recommendation, as well as a statement that attests to my personal bone fides, it may aid in swaying him to permit my services." He paused, adjusting himself in his seat. "There is only one more thing I ask of you. As much as I do not care to admit it, I am not a seasoned fighter. Would the Black Tower be able to provide me with a bodyguard? If not, I would be able to garner one from my mercenary associate. However, being that he is of...questionable stock and morals...I would prefer it be someone who would be witting of our operation, and not prone to the subtle nuances of bribery or blackmail...for both of our sakes."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 19, 2015 8:15:44 GMT -8
After about 10 minutes of waiting, a knock would sound on the door to Niklas’s room. Before he would have time to answer it himself, the door would swing open and a maid would make her way into the room. It appeared the maids had keys to all the rooms. “Here is your food Master Rorer, it’s fresh from the kitchen.” The maid would give a slight curtsey after placing the tray on the table. The meal appeared to be a type of chicken soup, filled with vegetables like potatoes, carrots, and a number of other ingredients. A loaf of hearty wheat bread sat beside the bowl, still warm from the oven and glistening with butter. There was one glass that was empty, accompanied by two pitchers. One filled with water and the other some kind of wine. “Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave? Also, the tailor will be up as soon as you finish eating.” The maid said looking questioningly at Niklas. "Thank you. I think I have everything that I need. Is there a bathhouse in the tower? I've been on the road for several weeks without, uh, respite." Niklas poured himself a glass of wine naturally and took a large swig. The maid nodded at his question, pointing to the left of his room and down the hall. “4th door to the left is the bath, it already has the soaps, towels, and other things you’d need in it. Feel free to use it whenever you wish. It also has running water and is magically heated.” The maid would head out after this, closing the door behind her. About 5 minutes later another knock would be heard on the door. “I’m the tailor you sent for, if you’re there, I’d appreciate it if I could get some measurements now.” |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 19, 2015 8:47:54 GMT -8
“Very well then, I shall file this away. Have no worries though, I shall make sure this isn’t copied or altered in anyway.”
The scribe opened a draw in his desk, placing the file in it and then closed the draw back in place, locking it. He put the key back in his pocket.
Upon seeing Vikars reaction to the ring, he simply chuckled a bit.
“Indeed, they truly are amazing. Things such as these are what allow the Black Tower to communicate smoothly with each other and get things done over long distances. Their immensely helpful to us for obvious reasons.”
The scribe listened to his request with a serious look on his face. After he had finished them all, the man shifted in his chair and spoke.
“We can accommodate those needs, however, it might take a bit of time to gather the things together. For transportation, we can offer you one of our carriages. They look fairly official and while traveling on the road is never comfortable, will be more comfortable than horseback riding or a wagon. We can also send a letter of recommendation with you, although, I doubt Gauldin has heard about us yet, so it might not mean much.”
“As for a guard, certainly. We will have 4 black tower guards sent along with you, but we may also have another member of our task force who could come along with you as well. The person I am thinking of is a bit young, but they are trained in the sword. I think it could be of mutual benefit if you two were to travel together, both of you could learn things from the other. I shall inquire into his willingness to accompany you. While you’re waiting, feel free to ask one of the guards to show you to your room, they’ll have some food brought up to you as well.”
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Niklas Rorer
Established
I gots new digs!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 17
Physical Description: Niklas is a human of average height and build. His hair is dark, well-kept and oiled, and tied tightly at the back.
Clothes and Equipment: Niklas is wrapped in worn traveller's clothes of various common materials.
An unimpressive short bronze sword hangs through a loop at the small of his back, angled with the hilt within reach of his right arm. The sword was a gift from Roren, Niklas' master, and has proven a reliable and durable friend throughout Niklas' life.
A large overstuffed knapsack is strapped to his back. It contains his meagre life savings, spare clothes, and travelling equipment.
On his right pointer is a simple silver band with a blue gem inset, used as a communication device for Grandma's Black Tower task force.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 17:52:27 GMT -8
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Post by Niklas Rorer on Dec 20, 2015 1:02:19 GMT -8
"Thank you. I think I have everything that I need. Is there a bathhouse in the tower? I've been on the road for several weeks without, uh, respite." Niklas poured himself a glass of wine naturally and took a large swig. The maid nodded at his question, pointing to the left of his room and down the hall. “4th door to the left is the bath, it already has the soaps, towels, and other things you’d need in it. Feel free to use it whenever you wish. It also has running water and is magically heated.” The maid would head out after this, closing the door behind her. About 5 minutes later another knock would be heard on the door. “I’m the tailor you sent for, if you’re there, I’d appreciate it if I could get some measurements now.” Within moments of the tailor's knock, Niklas' head poked out from a room four doors down. He called out to the man with a toothy grin. "Good timing - I'm here, I'm here!" He started down the corridor wrapped in a towel, "Running water! Ha, can you believe it?" Coming to the man, he offered his hand in greeting. Despite his attire, he was quite dry and still covered in the dust and grit of the road. His hair was unbound, and the oil that normally served to keep it in place instead gave it the appearance of grubbiness. "I was about to wash, though. Will you wait or do you need to be somewhere? Or I can wait on the bath, I suppose... Have you seen the running water? It's definitely worth a look." |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 20, 2015 11:22:08 GMT -8
The tailor was a middle aged man, slightly balding. He would respond with a smile at Niklas’s reaction to the bath.
“Indeed, it’s quite nice. The dwarves really outdid themselves with the construction of this place. I’d hate to imagine the cost to build it though, but living here is great!”
He motioned for Niklas to head back into the bath, following him inside.
“Don’t worry, these measurements will only take a moment. Then you’ll be able to have your bath. Also, I recommend that green soap over there, it’s quite refreshing smelling.”
Without waiting for anything further, the tailor swiftly brought out a measuring tape and deftly got the measurements he needed. He wrote each down on a small pad of paper.
“We’ll have new clothes sent up to you very soon, as well as some extra pairs of boots and some more formal shoes. Also, the Inspector will be seeing you once you’re done with your bath, I believe he may already have a mission for you even. His office is at the very end of the main floors entrance room.”
The tailor would give a wave of farewell with this and quickly head out down the hall.
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Raikō
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: Raiko’s typical appearance is a set of close-fitting robes under a deep-hooded cloak. Her garments are pure midnight black, all overrun with electric blue lines. The arrangement of the lines is vaguely reminiscent of a pattern, but none is obvious. On close study, it seems almost as if it took pains not to be a pattern. The lines glow faintly, a fact only evident in near-total darkness. In the dark void of her hood, a single thick band of blue glows, even in the daylight.
In combat, she wears a heavy, angular set of black armor. The eye-slit of her visor glows with the same unholy blue residing under her hood.
Registered: Dec 8, 2015 17:40:58 GMT -8
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Post by Raikō on Dec 20, 2015 11:32:15 GMT -8
The guard would nod to Raiko and motion for her to wait as he heads into the tower itself. After 10 minutes or so, the man would return. “The Inspector has agreed to meet you, follow me please.” Raiko and her mages would be led through the entrance room of the tower, a large room with vaulted ceilings and many desk manned by scribes in it. The guard would lead them to the end of the room, to a metal door in the wall. The door was covered in runes and didn’t appear to have any obvious ways of opening it. After a few moments of waiting, the runes on the door would begin to glow with a faint light. There would then be a click and the door would swing open. When Raiko and her mages entered, they would find a metallic monstrosity behind a very durable desk. He looked up as they entered, eyes glittering slightly. “Greetings Raiko of the Red Sisterhood, I am Inspector Zurt. A pleasure to meet you. What business might you have here?” He spoke in a rather cold, almost grating voice. Raiko seems unfazed by the construct's appearance and demeanor. "A woman referring to herself as 'Grandma' contacted me, stating that she had heard of my presence in the area, and wished to speak with me. And unless I am deceived, you are not a grandmother." |
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Inspector Zurt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 3000 years of storage, only recently activated.
Physical Description: A monster of metal and magic, Zurt's body features countless spikes of razor sharp metal. A slight glow of something can be seen between parts of the metal in his chest area. He moves via numerous metallic tentacles in an almost mesmerizing way. His hands feature long sharp talons on each finger, shaking his hand is not advised.
He is approximately 7 feet tall when in his normal standing position. It should be noted he can fit his body through surprisingly small spaces despite his bulky appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wields a whip which can extend to 15 feet long. It features sharp shards of metal, made of the same thing Zurt himself is made of. It appears to have a life of its own almost, as Zurt can command it to move in any such way he desires.
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Post by Inspector Zurt on Dec 20, 2015 14:03:04 GMT -8
The guard would nod to Raiko and motion for her to wait as he heads into the tower itself. After 10 minutes or so, the man would return. “The Inspector has agreed to meet you, follow me please.” Raiko and her mages would be led through the entrance room of the tower, a large room with vaulted ceilings and many desk manned by scribes in it. The guard would lead them to the end of the room, to a metal door in the wall. The door was covered in runes and didn’t appear to have any obvious ways of opening it. After a few moments of waiting, the runes on the door would begin to glow with a faint light. There would then be a click and the door would swing open. When Raiko and her mages entered, they would find a metallic monstrosity behind a very durable desk. He looked up as they entered, eyes glittering slightly. “Greetings Raiko of the Red Sisterhood, I am Inspector Zurt. A pleasure to meet you. What business might you have here?” He spoke in a rather cold, almost grating voice. Raiko seems unfazed by the construct's appearance and demeanor. "A woman referring to herself as 'Grandma' contacted me, stating that she had heard of my presence in the area, and wished to speak with me. And unless I am deceived, you are not a grandmother." Zurt seems to become slightly more interested when Raiko mentions Grandma sent for her, although due to his appearance it’s hard to tell much about him from his body language. “Grandma sent for you? In that case, I should have a record of what she wanted to meet you for.” Although Zurt appeared to be doing nothing, a few moments later, a scribe would enter. The scribe slowly made his way over to Zurt’s desk, struggling with a rather large chest. Upon placing it on the desk, he would offer a bow to Zurt and Raiko. He then made his way from the room, still breathing heavily. Zurt ran his hand along the top of the chest which caused it to open with a click as he did so. He pulled a file from the chest, making sure to handle it carefully as he didn’t want to shred it with his claws. After a moment of flipping through the file, he looked back up at Raiko. “The situation is now clear to me. It seems your Red Sisterhood is quite adept at making magical objects. Grandma wished to speak to you about the Black Tower making a contract with the Red Sisterhood. We wish to purchase a very large amount of your magical creations, as well as gain some of your members to operate them. What would you say to such an arrangement? Grandma herself is not available to speak to you unfortunately, but I should be able to answer any of the questions you might have.” |
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Niklas Rorer
Established
I gots new digs!
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 17
Physical Description: Niklas is a human of average height and build. His hair is dark, well-kept and oiled, and tied tightly at the back.
Clothes and Equipment: Niklas is wrapped in worn traveller's clothes of various common materials.
An unimpressive short bronze sword hangs through a loop at the small of his back, angled with the hilt within reach of his right arm. The sword was a gift from Roren, Niklas' master, and has proven a reliable and durable friend throughout Niklas' life.
A large overstuffed knapsack is strapped to his back. It contains his meagre life savings, spare clothes, and travelling equipment.
On his right pointer is a simple silver band with a blue gem inset, used as a communication device for Grandma's Black Tower task force.
Registered: Dec 17, 2015 17:52:27 GMT -8
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Post by Niklas Rorer on Dec 20, 2015 21:43:08 GMT -8
The tailor was a middle aged man, slightly balding. He would respond with a smile at Niklas’s reaction to the bath. “Indeed, it’s quite nice. The dwarves really outdid themselves with the construction of this place. I’d hate to imagine the cost to build it though, but living here is great!” He motioned for Niklas to head back into the bath, following him inside. “Don’t worry, these measurements will only take a moment. Then you’ll be able to have your bath. Also, I recommend that green soap over there, it’s quite refreshing smelling.” Without waiting for anything further, the tailor swiftly brought out a measuring tape and deftly got the measurements he needed. He wrote each down on a small pad of paper. “We’ll have new clothes sent up to you very soon, as well as some extra pairs of boots and some more formal shoes. Also, the Inspector will be seeing you once you’re done with your bath, I believe he may already have a mission for you even. His office is at the very end of the main floors entrance room.” The tailor would give a wave of farewell with this and quickly head out down the hall. Niklas allowed the man to measure him, extending and flexing according to the balding man's requirements. When the man had gone, he closed the door and helped himself to the wonders of the room. He tried the green soap, and then a blue soap, and then a pink soap. He decided that the blue soap was his favourite. He returned to his assigned room, dressed, and oiled his hair and beard. The idea of leaving the room without his sword was quickly dismissed. With his knapsack hanging from his shoulders, followed the tailor's directions and found himself in front of the door to this 'inspector'. He knocked lightly on the door and called to the occupant. "It's Niklas, the newest member of the task force. Do you have a moment?" |
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Inspector Zurt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 3000 years of storage, only recently activated.
Physical Description: A monster of metal and magic, Zurt's body features countless spikes of razor sharp metal. A slight glow of something can be seen between parts of the metal in his chest area. He moves via numerous metallic tentacles in an almost mesmerizing way. His hands feature long sharp talons on each finger, shaking his hand is not advised.
He is approximately 7 feet tall when in his normal standing position. It should be noted he can fit his body through surprisingly small spaces despite his bulky appearance.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wields a whip which can extend to 15 feet long. It features sharp shards of metal, made of the same thing Zurt himself is made of. It appears to have a life of its own almost, as Zurt can command it to move in any such way he desires.
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Registered: Dec 9, 2015 9:55:31 GMT -8
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Post by Inspector Zurt on Dec 21, 2015 9:36:25 GMT -8
The door would click and swing inward soundlessly despite its great weight.
Inside the room Niklas would find Inspector Zurt behind his desk. The Inspector would look up as Niklas entered, analyzing him with his shining eyes. His sharp talons tapped the desk rhythmically as he considered Niklas before him.
“Greetings Niklas Rorer, please, make yourself comfortable,” Zurt intoned in a rather grating, metallic voice.
The Inspector would point a single one of his taloned fingers at the chair in front of his desk. This seemed to be more of a command than a suggestion. Once Niklas sat down, Zurt would continue.
“I am Inspector Zurt and I run the Black Towers day to day operations as our benefactor is usually too busy to do so herself. I also am in charge of the taskforce and will be the who primarily coordinates things in it. Although I normally stay here in the Black Tower, I will occasionally go out with the task force if I’m feeling a bit… Hungry.”
At that last part, Zurt would extend his fangs slightly in a rather unpleasant looking smile.
“Introductions out of the way, I will now get to why I have called you here. We may have a mission for you. Someone we are making a deal with will be needing a bodyguard. They plan to be traveling to Gauldin for reasons that are in our interest and we have agreed to give them protection. Are you capable of escorting them there safely and protecting them once they are in Gauldin?”
Zurt leaned over the desk as he said this, gazing intently at Niklas. He clearly was only expecting one answer from Niklas.
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Silva The Skeptic
Established
Smoke and Mirrors!
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: Silva is an exterminator, who travels the land to dispose of insects and other parasites of varying size. A firm believer of the empirical method, he does not believe in magic or magical creatures, and aims to explain such phenomena as window dressing.
His hair is gold-brown and tattered, surrounding his face: a shapely nose and hazy green eyes. Physically he's extremely able, but wears clothes to conceal his true capabilities.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a leather jacket over a full-body armour, fitted to allow movement at the expense of protection. His weapon of choice is the crossbow, which he carries in double. The ones he currently own are named "Good Manners" and "Customs"
Registered: Nov 29, 2015 6:57:36 GMT -8
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Post by Silva The Skeptic on Dec 21, 2015 13:22:07 GMT -8
Silva be seated with his legs crossed. He would would roll his eyes at the question, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, yeah. Go here, trap that, get paid. That about right?" He would pick his teeth in an uncivil manner, as he continued.
"Look, I don't care what it is, s'long as your money's good. I got kids to feed, n'you need the absolute best. Pretty sure we can make this work." Silva grinned with a row of teeth, yellow as a field of maze.
The scribe let out a chuckle at Silvas reaction. “Oh don’t worry, the pay will be quite good.” Pulling out a blank piece of paper, the scribe would write down a few things on it before looking up at Silva once more. “I’m going to need some information about you now. After I get this paperwork done with, we can get on with you meeting the inspector. First off, I will need your name, age, and skills you possess. Combat skills, magic skills, or any other miscellaneous skills you might have. This will decide what type of missions we’ll send you on.” Silva stretched his legs and twiddled his thumbs contemplatively. His brow furrowed like two rats ramming into each other. Silva smacked his lips audibly before speaking. "Whole name's Silva Luca Camomile, 36 years young. Been an exterminator whole my life, like my father before me. Vermin, Insects, most types of harmful mold I can handle, too. I ain't gonna go dragon slayin', for that you'd need another partner." Silva would sneer at the mention of magic. As if on cue, he would toss the hem of his jacket, revealing two hand-sized crossbows with a reloading mechanism, that allowed for several repeating shots. "Don't you go around mumbling about that magics. Buncha hooey, that is, if you ask me. Right here, is all I need. In my opinion, all it takes is Good Manners and Customs, to fell down a menace of any size. And I'm loaded in both departments." In demonstration, Silva unstrapped his lefthand weapon, "Customs". He would spin the crossbow several times in the air around its axis before pointing it at the ground. a minute complacent smile had crept up his face. "Bolt double action army. Six bolts, more than enough to kill anything that moves. If you know which bolts to use, of course." Silva would holster his weapon and stare intensively at the scribe for several seconds before continuing: "I also speak passable Gauldin. Does that count?" |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 21, 2015 20:59:18 GMT -8
The scribe quickly and efficiently wrote down the information on the scroll. He seemed rather pleased by all of the things Silva stated he could do. At his reaction to magic however, the scribe sighed tiredly.
“Look Silva, if you don’t want to call anything magic, fine. But we’re gonna be having you use some things you aren’t gonna be explaining very easily. Understood? Your combat skills appear quite good though, you pass in flying colors in that department. I think we can come to a very good arrangement.”
The scribe would proffer the same agreement he offered Niklas to Silva. He then passed him a quill and some ink, motioning that he should sign the agreement if he found it acceptable. For some extra motivation, the scribe pulled a purse full of gold coins out of one of his draws. He set it on the desk, gold clinking loudly.
“If you join us, this will be your first payment. You’ll get more at each payday and bonus when you bring in a target.”
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Vikar Trannyth
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 31
Physical Description: Vikar Trannyth, or simply "Vikar" to the uninitiated, stands at the average height of five feet, eleven inches, with an average build, an average gait, and a lightly tanned complexion. Vikar's face is of relatively fair make, with no scars or potch streaks visible to the naked eye. A constant fade is present on his cheeks and chin however, as his deep black facial hair, shaved as it may be, still casts a shadow amongst the otherwise unmarked skin. His taut chin is neatly framed below his low cheekbones, not excessively chiseled; but not overly rounded either. In many ways, he bares an bland and otherwise conventional appearance.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a fitted black coat that falls to just below his knees, and a complimenting pair of high-set boots that crest at the tip of his functional outerwear. The coat itself is simple, yet elegant. Accented at several points around the sleeves and beneath the folds of the collar, bright silver buttons adorn the cloth like eyes amongst an inky black sea. Two belts hang loose over the bespoke hip stitching, leaving the coat unclasped and revealing an ornate gray vest and black riding slacks beneath. Around his neck is wrapped a jet black scarf, crowned by a midnight dark hat that curiously resembles a sailor's tricorne. Shortly cropped and styled jet black hair tops Vikar's head, creating a blurred line between the identical color of his headwear. His eyes pierce the otherwise bleak and colorless ensemble, the gray-green of a murky, foggy swamp. The palms of his hands are covered with silky black gloves that stop at the base of the fingers, with shining silver stitching which, from a distance, one might confuse with many small rings.
Simply an extension of his right hand, a cane, thick as a copper piece is round, and yet another black-colored addition to the colorless scene, is crowned with the head of a carrion bird. The shaft is reticulated with equidistant rings, silver in color and split every forth of the walking implement.
Registered: Dec 10, 2015 19:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by Vikar Trannyth on Dec 21, 2015 21:01:20 GMT -8
“Very well then, I shall file this away. Have no worries though, I shall make sure this isn’t copied or altered in anyway.” The scribe opened a draw in his desk, placing the file in it and then closed the draw back in place, locking it. He put the key back in his pocket. Upon seeing Vikars reaction to the ring, he simply chuckled a bit. “Indeed, they truly are amazing. Things such as these are what allow the Black Tower to communicate smoothly with each other and get things done over long distances. Their immensely helpful to us for obvious reasons.” The scribe listened to his request with a serious look on his face. After he had finished them all, the man shifted in his chair and spoke. “We can accommodate those needs, however, it might take a bit of time to gather the things together. For transportation, we can offer you one of our carriages. They look fairly official and while traveling on the road is never comfortable, will be more comfortable than horseback riding or a wagon. We can also send a letter of recommendation with you, although, I doubt Gauldin has heard about us yet, so it might not mean much.” “As for a guard, certainly. We will have 4 black tower guards sent along with you, but we may also have another member of our task force who could come along with you as well. The person I am thinking of is a bit young, but they are trained in the sword. I think it could be of mutual benefit if you two were to travel together, both of you could learn things from the other. I shall inquire into his willingness to accompany you. While you’re waiting, feel free to ask one of the guards to show you to your room, they’ll have some food brought up to you as well.” Vikar nodded as the scribe explained what the Black Tower could provide. Regarding the letter, he spoke up; "It needn't be too grandiose; just enough to ease the King's mind regarding my request and trustworthiness. The man has enough on his mind already...surely he does not need to worry about yet another random stranger offering his aid. Hopefully this will offer him solace instead." He smiled wryly before his next suggestion, "you could always just forge a recommendation from another Kingdom. He'll be so wrapped up in the flourishes of his wedding, I doubt he'd notice the forgery. But that's entirely up to you and your abilities with a pen." He chuckled. Satisfied with the offer of transportation and an accompaniment of a small cohort of guards, he nodded genuinely. "I am humbled, truly. Whomever you could provide from the task force, it is even more than expected, and will be most appreciated." Once his point was made, Vikar's face returned to it's normal, serious features. "Now, if you will excuse me, your offers of food and lodging are most welcome to me...I have been on the road for quite some time." Vikar said as he would stand, if allowed. "I will be steeling myself for the journey, but do feel free to interject whenever necessary; I will leave my door unhinged." He would then turn to the nearest guard, expecting to be approached and led to his room. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 21, 2015 21:13:59 GMT -8
“A forgery won’t be necessary, we plan to have the Black Tower set up official communication with Gauldin soon. This will serve as an introduction for us as well. I believe our benefactor may be doing something those ends as well.”
The scribe would nod farewell to Vikar, motioning for the guard to show him to his room in the tower. The guard would walk over, giving Vikar a bow before leading him to his room. Like Niklas’s room, his was also on the third floor. Upon reaching the door to his room, Vikar would be given the key and the guard would depart.
About ten minutes later, a maid would enter, bringing a tray of food. A vegetable soup along with some freshly cooked wheat bread. There would also be a pitcher of water and wine along with a cup. The maid would tell Vikar of where the bath was if he cared to use it, as well as inquiring if he needed anything else. She would then depart when no longer needed.
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