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Post by Ekaterina on Jul 5, 2006 13:38:30 GMT -5
-A scroll is hastily brought to you from a poorly clad peasant boy of some teenage years. he though, has a malignantly miscreantile curl upon his lips as the scroll is passed to you. The process thus completing his task by which he runs off into the crowds once more. The scroll reads forth in a most intricately prescioned form of handwriting done by some inked feather that leaves long lines from various letters.-
Hail,
Your services are required. The death and severed head of a man going by Alorian is sought. Such will be paid for when it is brought to the port of Jade on Jade isle.
A man will be waiting for the head be it in a satchel or crate or whatever means you prefer to deliver it by. The man will be of age, beard and head of hair of a white shade. He'll be upon the docks. A pipe in hand that he'll be smoking from. The pipe will be of a foot in length with paintings of a bloodied dye in encircling lines upon it. He will then give you your payment.
Payment for this bounty will be some 10,000 golden coins.
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Post by Ekaterina on Jul 5, 2006 13:41:42 GMT -5
-The parchment was received in a timely manner, the youth finding her relaxing at one of the local taverns. Before the youth could get out of sight, she'd have him stopped and returned to where she sat. Sending the server off to gain her a quill and parchment, a prompt reply was written to be sent back with the boy to the very one who previously hired him to deliver the original missive. There was some needed clarification, and she'd see that it was gotten.-
I accept your proposal and need more information on this man, Alorian that you wish to be tended to. I need know where this man can be found, a general area in the lands and his description. Once this is gotten then I'll be able to proceed and I will meet with your man to offer proof of the job's completion.
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Post by Ekaterina on Jul 5, 2006 13:43:51 GMT -5
-It was not intended to be a relay of messaging. The boy nonetheless returned to the agent who was relaying the information. The boy thus, would return with another scroll bearing a message with desired information.-
His name is Aloysius as I am told. I have also been told that you have met him already and may be able to lure him into your web that you are known to spin upon your clientele to make them easier targets. The manner by which you do this is up to you of course. We will merely require proof, his head.
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Post by Ekaterina on Jul 5, 2006 13:56:10 GMT -5
Rarely did she respond to any missive, but when the one was so vague, she had no clue as to whom to seek as a mark, she was left with no other alternative. However, it would be the response that would capture her off guard and put her in a position she had never been placed before.
There was a reason behind her never getting herself involved with anyone as a friend or lover. It was for the very purpose that she was now in. The mark was indeed somone she knew, but more than that, it was someone she had recently befriended.
Several times she read that missive, before it was destroyed so no evidence of it was found. Protective she was of clientel, whether she accepted the job or not.
Having left her rented room, she needed to take a long walk in order to think this over. The payment was quite a substantial one, no easy to pass over. Although, she also knew there were some conflicts that Aloysius had gained from situations in the past.
She knew not her benifactor in the payment of this particular hit, and usually she cared little who they were, as long as they paid when the job was completed. This time, she'd do a bit more investigation into the matter, something that was unlike her.
The job was accepted, and the terms were quite clear, what she had yet to decide is exactly on how to execute this in her usual precision. There was much to think about, as well as to plan. The light of day had surrounded her when she entered the thickness of the forest. That had long ago wanned into the darkness of the night she now walked through.
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Post by Ekaterina on Jul 8, 2006 16:23:45 GMT -5
Having spent the better part of the day seeking information within the lower dredges of society, she now made her way back to more familiar grounds. It would be towards the Inne that she'd eventually find herself to wander, to head first to the stables in which to put up the Bay for awhile. Saddle and tact removed, followed by a vigourous brushing; almost ceerimonial was this after a lengthy ride. Once her task was completed, only then did she head towards the establishment itself. Adorned in a light cotton gown of peach hue, thin material and coloration chosen to provide relief from the balmy conditions of the summer day's heat. Features set in a serious mask, due to the thoughts upon which she mulled over as she approached.
Save for the soft swish of broom bristles across the wooden floor, the only other audible sound was that of the light crackles and occasional pops heard from the brick and mortar depths of the hearth. Long reaches of his arms, in extending the reach of the broom itself, stretched out in seemingly random directions, to pull into the small dirt pile the various bits of miniscule debris collected on the patron side of the counter. With a few minor sweeps, intended to neaten the pile for ease of sweeping such into the dustpan, he paused a moment, to glance about the room with more than a cursory inspection. An improving nod was given before with leaning the broom to the the counter's edge, he quietly made his way to retrieve the dustpan left on the stone hearth. Even though the summery day hadn't warranted the need for a fire, one had been built to fulfill the esthetic need he found in himself. Once the cleaning aid had been collected, dust and debris were soon swept up, an exit through the kitchen and subsequently the pub's rear door, was made in an effort to replace what had been brought inside back to its rightful place outside.
As shameful as some might consider it, petticoats were devoid this day, which robbed the skirt of it's usual fullness and caused it to drag a bit more upon the ground as she moved. One hand grasping some of the excess to draw it upwards freeing slippered feet's path from snagging hem or more to hinder her steps. Focus had just transpired upon the building when she noted the opening of the door. No pause in her approach had happened, until she noted whom it was that stepped out, it was then that forward motion would come to a hault. No verbal greeting to be offered as of yet, as she stood there in that short distance to simply watch. She wasn't trying to be unobserved as she neared, especially since she was standing in wide opened space. There as a heistation for another purpose as she watched the familiar knight with his present task. Schooled were those features that they r emained void of expression in the same manner as those pale eyes. Indicating not the thoughts that now filtered through her mind as she stood there.
Bits and pieces that were not natural to the out-of-doors habitat were plucked from their nesting in the dust and dirt as several steps were taken from the door, stepping him further into the open area behind the building. His loosely clenched hand would hold prisoner the offending bits until when re-entering the pub, they would meet their fate with the waste bucket. The dustpan was then overturned to allow the bare breeze to carry off what it dared while the heavier contents meet with the dusty ground. It was as he turned, to make his way back to the door, that sky blue hues caught sight of the stilled figure watching him, and with crushed brows and a moment's time for recognition, a gentle smile took its place within his expression as he called out his simple greeting. "My Lady... Good eve to you!"
Silence encompassed her for a few moments more as she stood there watching him even after the greeting. Forward she'd then step, miniscule was the smile that now appeared, but it was there none the less. "And to you as well Mein Herr Aloysius." Came the returned greeting after several yards had been crossed to close the distance that had seperated them. "It looks as if I missed a few things before closing last night." Bit of a grin to now chase the smile from site as her gaze would shift to that dust pan in hand before returning to meet those eyes of blue. "It was late." An excuse it might be, but truthful none the less. "I hope everything else was left in proper placement and condition?" It was her first attempt in tending to a tavern, so she was winging the entire day and night to try and do the best she could. Labels to memorize as well as the variances of drinks that were requested by the few patrons that did eventually trickle in. Once she was within a few feet, again motion would pause as she glanced up at him. Something more was wanted to be said, evident by the concentration noted upon features and belied by her own pale eyes. Yet mute it would remain and nothing more was offered or inquired.
"You shouldn't take the fault on yourself for the seeming failure." There was an increase in his smile as an explanation and reassurance of sorts was offered next. "I was the one who left the door open after carrying in the wood and gave opportunity to a light breeze to dirty your clean floors." Sky blue hues glanced briefly over her form with casualness, taking note of not only her appearance but her apparent well-being, yet by the quick pause taken before speaking again, detected concentration in her own expression gave him over to a moment of concern. Yet he wouldn't press the matter, reasoning it could have been only a passing thought through her mind, and perhaps of a nature not wished to be shared. Instead, a nod was given in answer to her question. "I found your arrangements quite true and even slightly improving, given how I last remember. For all his worth, Nicodemis logic behind what he does can at times even defy his reasoning." A slight bend at the waist had him leaning forward as if in hushed confidence, only enhancing the show of a grin as he added, "For example, I have yet to reason why he would think it necessary to consistently rearrange and resort the various bottles. When he does, the order I usually find rather senseless." A pull of his body back and into a more upright position was accented by the widening of his grin.
"Perhaps it's a woman's touch that was needed." Stated in a joking manner, which made it easy to push those present thoughts aside. Free hand lifted to be drawn over her features as a deep breath was taken, as if she was weary from her recent travels, though it was brief for soon that grin was again in place when he neared to impart that tid bit of information. His words would be the cause of a light chuckle to pass unpainted lips. "Sounds to me as if he's simply occupying time he had too much of on his hands. I wouldn't doubt it being senseless, because his mind was perhaps elsewhere when he was engaged in the task." Refering to the man's beloved wife being away, it was plausable that his thoughts had drifted and settled there while he worked in an automated manner. Head tilted slightly to the side. "That explains much to me now. I had thought it was my niavity of the job was why I found it so disorganized to begin with, when all along, it was the nature in which it was placed. At least now all is arranged in accordance to likeness of the bottle's contents." Another light chuckle to sound. Glance up at him before she'd turn to head towards the back door to enter the tavern. "I bet about now you'd enjoy something cool to drink. Come inside and sit down and I'll fetch you a glass of water." A glance back over her shoulder at him before she was looking ahead to focus upon the entry of the door.
Giving her the due respect of her initiative, he remained simply standing for a moment as she turned, and fell into step behind as she drew nearer the door, but ingrained chivalry urged him forward, ahead of her, to open and hold the very same portal ajar for her ease of entry. Only his smile was offered at first, speaking again when she would pass him by for the cooler interior of the kitchen. "For as long as I have known him, I can attest it to be an inherent trait of his nature, becoming easily distracted such as that. But in the case of his wife..." A softened chuckle broke free
as he grinned. "...what can I say but that the man is in love and I fear his distraction may worsen before she returns."
"Thank you." Softly murmered as she stepped passed him while he held the door open for entry. This allowed both hands to be free to tend to the flowing material of that skirt as she made her way into the kitchen. Once within, a slight turn to look back at him. "Then let's be thankful that her return is near. He received word from her. He had a spring in his walk when he arrived her yesterday with missive in hand." A genuine smile to appear as she reflected back on Nicodemis' arrival during the day. She'd then turn to move over to where the water pump rested, snagging a pitcher along the way. Placing the pitcher into the sink, she'd begin to work the handle of the pump vigorously to force the water to surface and eventually fill the pitcher. The first would be dumped out due to the sediment that always appeared when the pump hadn't been used for any length of time. The second would be the keeper so to speak. "I'm looking forward to meeting her when she returns and after the two of them have reunited and been given some alone time." A towel that sat off to the side was claimed to dab dry the area of the sink that had been splattered by flow of water.
Boots thumped softly against the floorboards as he trailed in behind her, and with the door pulled closed in his wake, the sound of pumped water had his focus drawn towards the origin. Yet even as the first step was taken away from the door with the intention to assist her, the pitcher held in her hand had already been filled. Still, the kitchen was crossed and a glass taken from a cupboard as she dabbed away spilt water. "As am I...at the very least to re-establish my aquaintance with her. The very few times I had opportunity to share conversation with her was at Bess' tavern before they were married." The hand holding the glass was extended as with a sudden rememberance of what was held in the other, a stretch of that hand resulted in unfurled fingers over the waste bucket. "She must be remarkable in some aspect or another, it still amazes me at times how being in love holds its sway over Nicodemis."
The pitcher would be hoisted with both hands as she turned to find him standing with a glass at the ready. She'd carefully pour the water into it, filling it to nearly full before pulling back. "It's said that being in love is alot like being drunk. You feel all fuzzy inside, your thoughts become jumbled and you find yourself dazing out of reality. I have also heard it's painful to, when times are dire or you end up missing the one to whom you devote yourself to when they're gone." Pale eyes would rise to rest upon him for a moment. "It's as debilitating as it is envigorating. There's no
doubt that Nicodemis is a happy man, he has alot that so many only wish they could have or find." Bit of a smile before she'd turn with pitcher still in hand to make her way towards the door that'd lead into the main room of the pub.
"Your words are not far off their mark." Somberness hushed his vocal tone and was an audible melodramtic counter to the wane smile in his features, yet his gaze had been trained on the glass as she filled it and remained on the same as she turned to make her way for the commonroom door. With the lift of the glass, a sip was taken as if the simple action could dispell the thoughts that had arisen and the memories pulled from the recesses. "I have been both and they are very similar." Pivot on the one boot turned him in the appropriate direction, to follow her once again, and though there was a light amusement to his tone, the underlying serious concern couldn't be denied or disguised."Nicodemis' happiness is safe and secure, I can feel this in my very bones. And it further gladdens me that he has found love."
Once she entered the main room, behind the bar is where she'd continue to. The pitcher of water set aside, she'd then set to the task of filling a kettle to be warmed for making tea. "It's good when anyone finds what's considered a true love." Once the kettle was filled, she'd turn to make her way over to the fire in which to place it to warm. "What about you Aloysius, do you ever think you'll find true love again, or will you let the past hinder your seeking this out." One thing about her, she was blunt with her words. After the kettle was in place, she'd return to the tender's side of the bar, busying herself with the various teas to begin preperation of her own mug. In a sense, she was keeping herself busy. Rarely did she glance his way, for focus was intent upon the present task at hand. "What if you knew you were going to die tomarrow, what would you do today that you've always wanted?" Out of the blue that question would be poised as she continued with what she was doing.
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