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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 20:28:37 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Al'asard had seen that much coin. A spark of avarice flashed across his face as he reached out and lifted the topmost roll of coins in his hand. He had missed the heft of the precious metal, the sound of it clinking against itself, even it's smell. He delicately plucked out a coin from the roll of parchment and rolled it between his index and forefinger. "Do you often carry around a fortune in your cloak?" he asked, the coin disappearing for a moment before appearing between his knuckles, beginning a slow and deliberate walk from one to the other. Before Al could get an answer a solidly built man had forced himself into the conversation. From the sound of it he was acquainted with the woman known as Scarlet. Al donned a pleasant smile as he looked to the large man. "A pleasure, Tyr." Al'asard said, taking his glass in his free hand and lifting it in greeting. "The drinking began well before the night started for some of us." he quickly added before sipping at his glass. Scarlet mentioned Tyr's skill as a craftsman hinting at his ability to outfit Al'asard for the adventure ahead of him.
"Well, I'm not sure what I could possibly offer him. At the moment, thanks to you, I seem to be more flush with coin than skill." Atleast not any useful skills, Al'asard thought to himself as he looked between the two of them. He doubted the two of them would require any sort of financial or economical aid. They certainly didn't need his help falsifying documents or pilfering from the destitute citizens of Innorsford. "I'm sure we could figure out some sort of exchange."
"Also, I don't plan on walking around with this coin for long. Letting money simply sit is one of the cardinal sins of my profession. Why let it sit stagnate when it can work for me. My options in this town are rather limited but I'm sure, like with most things, I'll manage." Already Al'asard was devising ways that he could invest his money. His eyes roved over the other patrons of the bar as he saught inspiration. In the back he noticed several men around a card table bits of metal scattered before them. Not the best plan, but it was an option. As Al's mind churned he listened halfheartedly to the conversation between Tyr and Scarlet. Mention of the Alliance leadership roused him from his plotting. "So, Tyr, how do you know Scarlet? An acomplice in striking fear into the Alliance?"
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Post by Tyr on Jul 10, 2017 20:15:51 GMT -5
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Tyr remembered Morith very well in fact, it was hard to forget death on such a large scale. Allyria's presence had been critical to the Alliance's ability to turn the tide at all, her magical powers leveling companies. He found himself momentarily lost in memories of smashing men to bits and fighting a giant eagle before snapping back to reality. Allyria poured him a drink and he took it for once, letting a swallow of it burn away the visages of carnage that clung to his mind. His food also happened to show up right around then, but eating took a back seat to conversation. There was back and forth between the two of them to handle, but Alduin seemed like the priority to sort out. Some things were best discussed in private company anyway.
"Well if you can't figure out a favor, I also happen to primarily deal in money." He sipped the wine as he said it, casting a sidelong glance at Allyria. It was true he'd traded favors for gear occasionally, but that was normally to people he knew or had some sort of interaction with to get a better gauge of their character. He'd taken money for equipment plenty of times already though. "And once we know each other better perhaps I could find a task for you in exchange for something." He flashed a winning grin to finish the remark, keeping the mood as light as possible. Al's mention of his 'profession' was intriguing though. He was obviously not a laborer or hunter then, as those were in high demand. There was one last question remaining first though. "We met during a tournament, went on an adventure, and seem to end up in the same places quite often now." Tyr cast a sidelong glance at Allyria along with the last remark. How did they end up meeting so often across such a large country?
But now it was his turn for a question. "But you have me curious sir, what is it that you do?" Question asked he finally took a bite of his sandwich, enjoying the hot meal with pleasant company.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jul 11, 2017 8:05:11 GMT -5
"It's just by sheer luck."
Allyria chuckled. Trying to clear her throat. She was starting to feel woozy from the disease trying to destroy her. It sounded like Tyr had the current conversation for the moment. That was fine. She started to focus her energies on healing her lungs. If it kept up out of control today, she could very well come close to death. She passed three healing waves over her lungs, stitching the flesh back together and making herself more whole again. She was still in need of healing, but she would need a few moments to rest first. She let the men talk.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 16:31:28 GMT -5
"Mm, if I were a more pious man I'd say that fate has plans for the two of you. Throwing you together as often as it apparently does. It's rather curious." Al'asard mused aloud, sipping gingerly at his wine. Tyr's question caught him off guard and he cursed inwardly. He hadn't meant to make mention of his former career but the wine and company were making his tongue wag freely. The coin that had fluttered between his knuckles ceased its dance and the male was silent for a moment. He composed his thoughts, sorting out what was acceptable and what was not. His job title in Sorath had been... unique, to say the least. So had his role acting as one of it's highest officer's right-hand man. While he considered himself to be a man of trade and industry he had been much more.
A cad, a thief, an avaricious glutton who devoured any quarry he had caught in his sights. He was a man skilled in numbers and more than capable as a financier but those skills were tainted by his misdeeds. Neither the good nor the bad was information he was willing to part with but he had to say something. He rubbed the coin between his thumb and finger before setting it down in the center of the table. "I was a banker." Al'asard made sure to stress the past tense. "A senior clerk for the Bank of Sorath to be more precise."
Al'asard stared into his goblet wistfully as memories of his previous life came back to him. Nights drinking finer vintages than what he held, dressed in fine clothes, surrounded by powerful members of high society, and Marden... He knew the questions that would come next and answered them without prompt. "Three months ago my mentor was discovered in aiding and financing rebel groups who sought to overthrow King Julgrava. She was terminated." Al tried to keep his voice even and prevent the emotion from revealing just how "terminated" Marden had been.
"As her apprentice and confidant, I was also let go and forced to flee Sorath. With all of my assets frozen and my good name besmirched I was forced to take refuge in the streets. A short time later Julgrava passed his decree that all "non-humans" were to turn themselves over. Knowing our monarchs kind and benevolent nature I choose to do the opposite and flee to the quaint village we are currently carousing in." He made no mention of how he survived his travels or acquired the bit of coin he owned. Looking to the man's left hand though it was easy to see that he was missing his pinky. It was an old wound, long since healed but it told a story.
A story of a thief.
"If you like I could offer up some lucrative investment opportunities. My information is three months old though which is simultaneously an instant and an eternity in the realm of finance. No telling how good it is now. You're a craftsman, yes? If you own a shop I could review your books and make some suggestions where you could cut overhead. Easier still," Al took another sip of wine to help steady his nerves. "I could cook them a bit to save you some money when the king's tax collectors come round." He offered an innocent smile at the last comment offering it mostly in jest.
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Post by Tyr on Jul 11, 2017 22:40:25 GMT -5
Hacklung threshold 20. miIxuxAm 12, fail. Autorecover.
Al's story was...rough. Not entirely uncommon with the current regime and climate of civil unrest, but that didn't change how difficult it would be for the person going through it. Still, a banker. That could be highly useful in the future, especially if the kingdom ever got word of his...less than loyal activities. Should they freeze all of his[/u] assets that might be an issue. Sure he could generate wealth pretty quickly through his land and work, but it would be a major setback to lose the near million Ritz sitting nicely in a vault somewhere. As often happened with a new source of inspiration, plans started churning away in Tyr's mind. How could this benefit the people? The Alliance? What would be needed to start it? How to protect it? There were answers slowly slotting into place, but that was for later. Immediate concerns now.
Taking the chance to eat his food while the Drokagr offered his skills, the Duke thought over retracting his offer of gear for Ritz and indeed going with a favor. The offer of investment opportunities was somewhat enticing, he was always on the lookout for a good project to help get off the ground, but Tyr nearly choked when Alduin hinted at cooking his books. He laughed, knowing now his identity truly was a secret, and then his lungs decided laughing was a bad idea. It morphed back into a racking cough and he gripped the table once again to stabilize himself, his fingers sinking into the wood like it was mud. One arm came up to cover his mouth, catching small splattering droplets of blood as it did. This one was bad, but it too passed like the rest, and when it did Tyr returned to a light chuckle to calm his body.
"Aye lad, I own a shop. And a few buildings, some land, and a castle." He shot a grin at Allyria, his not inaccurate description of Mardok being so incongruous with the real thing as to be ridiculous. "I'm sorry, let me formally introduce myself. Duke Tyr Mardok, lord of Mardok Duchy. You may have heard of me." He gave a polite inclining of the head, as doing a mock-bow while seated would face plant him into his sandwich. He didn't like wielding his name like it was something others should kowtow too, but it had been too good an opportunity to pass up. "If you have skill with numbers and letters I may indeed have some tasks you could accomplish for me. For now, money shall do. While Allyria is occupied we can walk to the market, pick up some supplies, and I can use the forge here in the Darkling." He eyed up 'banker', taking in frame and apparent muscle mass. He didn't look like the strongest individual, so metal armor would be out of the question. It was then he noticed the hand with a missing finger, fixing a question mark in his mind. That could be addressed later too.
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Post by Azuloth on Jul 12, 2017 8:04:39 GMT -5
At that moment two persons walked up to the table. One a drokagr woman, the other a human man. They all appeared to be members of the alliance. The way they carried themselves was obvious: they had a sense of urgency. Once they arrived at the table the man spoke up.
"Good evening gentlemen, lady. We have a meeting with the countess. It won't take long but it is private. We would appreciate it if you reconvene your discussion at a later junction."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jul 12, 2017 8:06:39 GMT -5
Allyria was going to speak up, but these two schmucks came up to the table and interrupted their good time. Allyria was pissed. The man had used her title and she did not want to go by that name in public. If she had hackles they were raised.
"Why don't you two go take care of those things while I have this meeting."
It wasn't actually a question. Her voice was tinny and commanding. She'd say nothing else for now. Content to scowl at the newcomers and wait.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2017 9:49:30 GMT -5
"Indeed I have," Al gave the man an appraising look, his amber eyes scrutinizing more about Tyr this time around. The Duke's lack of formality was met in kind, Al'asard remaining upright in his chair. He was far past bowing to nobility or royalty. After what he'd been through he recognized no sovereignty. Still, knowing a Duke could be a useful thing especially one who was against Julgrava. Standing against the Sovereign Kingdom meant standing against the Bank. Al'asard was quick to refuse any sort of association with the Alliance but certainly saw a friend in any individual who adopted the same stance as them. Al quickly ran through his eerily accurate mental list of accounts he personally managed. He was sure that he had never seen anything from Tyr among his spreadsheets and cramped notes. That was likely a good thing since all of the accounts he handled directly had often served as his own bank account on a number of occasions. Stealing from a man who was looking to help you was usually frowned upon. Even if said theft had happened before their physical meeting.
Before Al could agree with Tyr's proposal a pair of Alliance members butted their way into the conversation. Al met their arrival with a cold look. He wouldn't bow to lords or ladies and he certainly wouldn't bow to the Alliance, not to their presence nor their whims. He would graciously accept information they gave out. He turned to look at the "Countess" beside him. He gave her a wry smile and then a nod as she gave her command. A Duke and a Countess, Al's day had become quite fortuitous. He suppressed his childish desire to disobey and pushed himself up. "Well, Tyr, my new friend, it looks like we are no longer welcome here. It's all fine and good, though. We've got places to go, things to make, and business to sort " Al'asard reached down and collected the ritz that was on the table and stuffed them into several different pockets on his person. "Scarlet, ah, my apologies, Countess, please enjoy your meeting. Tyr and I shall return promptly." Al quipped as he hoisted the dregs of his glass and finished them in one fell swoop. He smacked his lips before pressing the glass into the chest of the human Alliance officiant for him to take it. "Farewell," he said before making a stumbling exit from the bar and the Tipsy Darkling.
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Post by Tyr on Jul 13, 2017 22:21:56 GMT -5
Hacklung threshold 10. fVM7XAT_ 43, success.
The interruption couldn't have come at a better time, but that didn't change the fact it wasn't taken very well. Tyr was enjoying the conversation and company, plus he'd only just started digging into his food. He contemplated spending some time eating his meal, forcing them to wait until he'd sated his stomach, but that just wasn't his way of doing things. Instead he grabbed the remainder of his sandwich to go, placed coins on the table to pay for his meal, and pointedly ignored the Alliance newcomers.
"Take care on your journey. When you return we should discuss what you learn." While there wasn't much hope of a cure to be found in Korasus, the library might point them in the right direction. Not to mention her ability to get there with such speed was of great interest. Traveling vast distances with ease would solve a number of problems. If there was a way to harness such a power without being a mage, he would give much to manage it. Such a creation would also start a wondrous partnership between the two, and that alone would be worth much more. With a polite nod of his head Tyr followed Alduin out the door, taking to the streets for a brief shopping trip. It was time to make a new friend.
Tyr out. 1600/2000 HP for the next thread.
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Post by Azuloth on Jul 17, 2017 21:10:06 GMT -5
Once the strangers had left, the man and woman sat down in their seats next to each other. First the man introduced himself, he was an old grizzled man with a trimmed gray beard and hand me down robes that obviously had seen better days. The woman was a well dressed drokagr obviously from one of the upper levels of Korasus. They both looked like they needed a stick removed from them, they were so uptight and terse.
"Good to meet you finally Countess Allenmorde. I'm Baelfyre Kan'Raegr, the representative for Innorsford within the Republic of Cruinthe. My associate is..."
"I can introduce myself. I am Vai'valir Av'Kitan, Executioner of Korasus."
"We'll jump right to the point, as you seem to be not in the mood for long winded pleasantries or discussion. We took note of your actions in Morith. You killed hundreds of kingdom troops, on your own, in mere seconds. An amazing power to be sure. Dangerous, but amazing. It is my duty to humbly offer you a position inside the Alliance befitting your talents and social rank. You've already proven yourself aligned to our cause. Let this be the beginning of greatness."
"His duty may be to make you the offer. I am here to make sure you understand that you cannot refuse. The High Council of Korasus knows about you and your talents. You've used your magic for violence, which is in violation of our teachings. You did not act in self defense during that battle, you slaughtered. On purpose. By choosing any course of action other than to accept this deal, you become anathema. You will be branded a rogue Korasuan mage, and it will be my duty to take you in for justice."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jul 17, 2017 21:13:33 GMT -5
Allyria was pissed off. Not only because they had trapped her here in this tavern, but also because this meeting was taking place at all. There were people all around her and they were spreading her name around like it was butter on toast. Plain for everyone to see the difference. She was not so dramatic as Tyr would be, physically daunting and such, leaving marks on the table when she touched it. She heard the offer that the man made and almost laughed out loud. Then the Executioner made her threat.
The sorceress started to laugh, and the laugh turned into a breaking cough. Blood splattered her end of the table as it surprised her. It racked her body a few more times before she regained control of herself. She wiped her chin under her mask and started laughing again. She spoke once she regained her composure.
"Oh you take yourselves so seriously don't you? Oh, Azuloth, that was rich. I needed a good laugh. Do you want to know something interesting, Av'Kitan? You can try to take me in for justice. But Azuloth will not carry me away. See for yourself."
Allyria raised her hand to the mask, and removed it for a brief moment. Long enough for Baelfyre and Av'Kitan to see what was under it. Then she put it back.
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Post by Azuloth on Jul 17, 2017 21:24:27 GMT -5
"Bloody gods! WHAT IN THE SCREAMING HELLS ARE YOU!?"
Av'Kitan only screamed. She shot out of her chair and grabbed Baelfyre by the bicep, dragging him out from the table and halfway across the room. She was too afraid to look back. The representative gathered his feet and started to run himself. Shouting all the while about 'so many stars!' and 'where's her face!?' Av'Kitan continued to curse in her native tongue. Cursing the day that she came to Innorsford, cursing the day she took the assignment, cursing this very day, and cursing the sun for rising. Once outside the two gathered themselves for a moment in the market street before heading to report to their respective leaders about how the meeting went.
"What in the screaming hells Av'Kitan?! What was that?!"
"She shouldn't exist! She's not of this world anymore! We must leave, now. This whole town, this whole country rests on her whims. There are none like her left. They were exterminated before! I must report to my superiors about this."
"And I mine... such horror. No ally can that monster be."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jul 17, 2017 21:29:04 GMT -5
Allyria stifled a laugh as the two reacted to her. She watched them scramble away, all left arms and legs as they tried to escape. She wasn't going to hurt them. And her intention was just to terrify them. They were now more afraid of her than she would ever be of them. The mere threat of her raining down upon them would be enough to keep their hounds at bay. She chuckled to herself, and spoke in a deadpan with that tinny and otherworldly quality to her voice.
"No. Stop. You hurt my feelings."
She poured herself another glass of wine, feeling smug. Still snickering to herself. Then she waited for the others to return. Patrons of the tavern would look in her direction wondering what the hell she did to scare the bajeezus out of those two very important people. As if she was reading their minds, she'd give off a shrug in jest.
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