Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Apr 25, 2016 20:26:37 GMT -8
This is the original, and main branch of the Central Bank of Goraia. Through this monetary system, citizens were allocated a registered bank account that they could use freely. Strict controls were maintained on the economy and the government continually monitored accounts for unusual activity. |
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 6:39:09 GMT -8
Follow the Money.
It was the first rule for discovering information about anyone. Money spoke, after all, and it told such wonderful tales, if one truly listened. As Lady Zaiyandorel herself was in the intelligence business, it served to have at least some of this logic.
The distinguished, black-clad woman stepped through the doors of the Central Bank, chic in silk trousers and tall boots, and a velvet-and-lace wrap around her upper body. The height of fashion; it was one of her indulgences. She did so love pretty things.
Gold decorated her thick, dark hair that was pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, tendrils of her dark hair artfully places to frame her gorgeous face. Her pointed ears were obvious as they stuck out from her hair, the palor of her skin pale, as if she did not see the sun often. Her eyes were dark and they glittered like looking into the heart of galaxies.
Approaching one of the bank-tellers, she spoke eloquently. A well-dressed woman who spoke eloquently usually gave off the impression of wealth, influence, and at least some power. And those who enjoyed money, usually enjoyed those who embdoied these three things.
"I am Lady Zaiyandorel," she told the bank-teller. "I would like to inquire about certain ownership of buildings within Stonevale, with a hope to invest or own several. Who should I speak to?"
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on May 26, 2016 17:24:50 GMT -8
"Ah, okay, just one moment," the bank teller said. She was a tall, slender woman with long silvery blonde hair and draped in silks and fine jewelry, befitting of the upscale area in which the Central Bank was located.
She returned in a moment with another teller--someone to take her spot while she took Zaiyandorel to a smaller office down a hall and around a corner. Here was a room that was impossibly inviting, kept perfectly dust free, plush chairs and a nice desk kept in immaculate condition. Despite the lack of an externally visible chimney from the building's exterior, a small fireplace burned heartily in the corner. To the right, a wooden clock of skillful crafting and clockwork ticked around an elegantly painted design that abstractly depicted the hours of the day.
The woman sat in the chair across from the dark oaken desk, where a quill, inkwell, and blank parchment awaited.
"Please, have a seat."
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 17:36:16 GMT -8
"Thank you," Zaiya murmured, and she waited patiently while the pale-haired woman found a replacement for her spot at the tall counters. With a passing smile of politeness to the replacement teller, she followed the other woman towards the office. Zaiya's hands went to the elegantly draped velvet around her form, unwrapping it to reveal the silk blouse with its sheer sleeves beneath, all black, but embroidered with gold to match the fine jewelry decorating her hair.
Taking the offered seat, she looked comfortable and confident in her own skin, crossing her long legs at the knee and settling her dark, warm gaze upon the woman. "What is your name?" Zaiya asked, friendly but curious as the woman had not introduced herself in turn.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on May 27, 2016 13:02:44 GMT -8
"My name is Marena Olina," she said, feeling slightly embarrassed that she hadn't introduced herself, but she recovered well with a chuckle. "Please, excuse me, my mind is all cluttered up this morning," she said with a sweet smile. It was true--stress was the new nature of the business, under the maze of restrictive regulations.
The quill rose on its own, as though moving by an invisible hand. It dipped itself into the inkwell and began jotting something down on the now hovering parchment.
"Now... you said you wanted to inquire about some Stonevale property?"
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 17:20:58 GMT -8
"Of course, I understand. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Olina," Lady Zaiyandorel noted, ever the consummate lady herself. Poised, fashionable, cool and composed, she was the epitome of aristocratic elegance, especially with her dark clothing and immaculate appearance. There was not a hair out of place, not a stroke of make up that jarred with the overall aura she exuded.
Zaiyandorel folded her hands, one right over the other, on her lap. The Ring of Shadows, a ring shared only with the Dark Lord himself, was wrapped around one slender finger. Its symbols were only faintly glowing blue. What Olina didn't see was the little puncture wounds around her finger where the inside of just such a ring bit into her flesh to feed off of her blood beneath. It was a trait unique to the Ring of Shadows itself, unshared by the Black or Grey Rings.
"I have spoken to Fundor, the dragon of Stonevale. I will be renting his residence, but I am also interested in purchasing several more. I want a residence in each district of Stonevale, and-- I want the Stonevale Chapel." She spoke very smoothly, without missing a single beat, and her dark eyes were steady on Ms. Olina's face.
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