The Inn of the Singing Rose

First Impressions
June 27th/07
Players: Talisha, Montesquieu
NPCs: Child (Montesquieu)

Synopsis: Montesquieu stumbles upon Talisha outside of Valdislav and, after informing her that he is seeking a position, she offers it to him.

Talisha was for once not behind her desk in her office, but actually roaming the halls of the conservatory. It was a bright and sunny day outside and many of the students were out enjoying it. She had herself been outside until a few moments ago and her skin was still rosey from her excursion. Her footsteps were soft, though she still has a slight limp when she walks and her hair, finally grown out to her shoulders now, was loose. [Talisha]

The wandering magician juggled his quarterstaff from hand to hand as he walked the length of Triada towards the conservatory. "Mister Montesquieu!" shouted a young child to the gnome as he made his way, "can we see a trick, Mister Montesquieu, sir?!?" It was a funny display, primarily because the child was calling a creature shorter than he, 'Mister'. Still, Montesquieu turned to face the boy and, pulling a small stone from a pouch on his belt, he tossed it into the air. With a sudden blue light and a loud pop, the stone transformed into what appeared to be a copper coin. "There you are," the magus said as he caught the coin and offered it to the child, who was giggling. The task done, Montesquieu turned on his heel and continued on his way. [Montesquieu]

Talisha, in passing the main doors, was drawn to step outside once more and drew in a deep breath of fresher air. The sun was still bright and several carriages were passing by. It was certainly a lovely day...still it was hard to find much to be happy about lately, though Rowen was certainly a joy. And of course, there was Makavelli to consider and he certainly put a smile on her face. Enjoying the weather immensely, she sits down on the top step of the conservatory and tucks her blue gown around her legs and watches those passing by. [Talisha]

Entering the Conservatory grounds, Montesquieu approached the stairway with a sad expression. "Don't they make anything in this place with gnomes in mind?" he asks aloud before beginning the difficult ascent. As he came closer to the top, he unwittingly tripped on the step and fell face-first beside an elven lady. Groaning, Montesquieu was stunned for the moment. [Montesquieu]

Talisha, being an elf and of course, having those exceptional ears of hers, heard that comment and forced herself not to laugh. But when the poor fellow falls and lands beside her, she quickly speaks up. "Good heavens! Are you all right?" she inquires, moving her hand to gently touch his shoulder. "That was quite a tumble." [Talisha]

The gnome rose slowly, groping about for his staff. Having not found it in his immediate reach, he glanced about. He discovered it at the bottom of the stairway, and offered a loud sigh as he took a seat beside the elf, tapping the bridge of his nose to ensure that everything was intact. "Nothing's hurt but my pride, thank you," he replied before rising and carefully stepping back down to the bottom of the stairway to collect his quarterstaff. [Montesquieu]

Talisha starts to stop him as he descends once more but decides its likely best for his pride if he retrieves his property himself. "I do so hope you are alright and perhaps you are right in that we should put in a more accessible entrance. I hope however, you will not hold this against your impression of the school?" she asks, still not introducing herself. [Talisha]

"Oh, not at all, young lady," replied the gnome as he grabbed his staff. He thought for a moment that perhaps she wasn't as young as she looked, being an elf, but it was too late to retract the statement. "My name is Montesquieu, and I'm looking for the headmaster of this school. I come seeking a position as a professor, as it were." [Montesquieu]

Talisha smiles. She was certainly flattered to the say the least at being called a young lady, she supposed in elf years, she really still was, somewhat. "A position here master gnome? I find that unusual to say the least. Most gnome mages rarely travel outside the vale of Nidaros, much less look for a position outside their own Collegium. What, may I ask, brings you so far as Irae and Valdislav?" [Talisha]

"A two-centuries-old disagreement and wanderlust, I suppose," replied the gnome as he climbed the steps again, this time far more cautiously and using his staff as leverage. "Besides, a great mind grows tired reading the same old books over and again. I've heard that your library's selection is near unparalleled in all the Realms." Sitting once he reaches the top of the stairway, the gnome dusts off the upper legs of his pants. [Montesquieu]

Talisha nods. "Yes, it is quite extraordinary and of course, you welcome to explore it at your hearts content. But tell me, what is your specialty that you would undertake to teach here, heru Montesquieu?" She still makes her inquiries without introducing herself, wanting his natural reactions to simple conversation without the formality of titles in the way. [Talisha]

"You sure are a curious one, hmm? Well, I suppose you're a student. Most professors have lost their inquisitive nature by the time they get to their posts, all high and mighty." Shaking his head as if recollecting something unpleasant, Montesquieu returns to the moment with his answer. "I specialize in transmogrification and illusory magicks, madam." [Montesquieu]

Talisha's smile widens. "How wonderful. When I was student here, I excelled at illusion. Though, my mentor was sorely after to me hone my mastery of elements, which I did, but still, illusion is still my favorite," she explains then continues. "Now, it just so happens that we've a need for a new professor in that field. My schedule is far too hectic these days to attend to classes and manage the school." Wtching Montesquieu closely, she adds, "I do believe I have been remiss in introducing myself. I am Talisha Dracos, Chancellor of Valdislav and I bid you welcome, professor Montesquieu."

The gnome bursts into laughter as the elf finishes her speech, shaking his head. "Well, isn't that something of a surprise," he offers as he brushes his hand across his bald head before tugging at his earring nervously. "I apologize for my arrogance, headmaster." Offering his hand for shaking, Montesquieu hopes that she takes it. [Montesquieu]

Talisha gladly takes the gnomes hand, her own somewhat frail in feel and appearance. She was quite taken by the man’s laughter and mannerism. He would certainly be a refreshing change to the old halls of the Conservatory. "Never you worry heru Montesquieu, You will find that I am a very easy person to get along and do not easily take offense. Now, we must visit the housing office and see to getting you some rooms. You do wish to reside on the grounds?" [Talisha]

The gnome nods as he plucks a small stone from his belt pouch. "Most definitely, the Inn has been horrible, and I was fearing that I might start having to make coin out of stone again," he adds with a mischievous grin, "but that story is best suited for another time and place, Miss Dracos." [Montesquieu]

Talisha laughs. "Talisha, please, I do not stand on formality. At least not until a situation demands it. Now, do you have any questions for me concerning your position?"

"Yes, Mi-- err, Talisha. Are the students agreeable, or should I bring my far more functional staff to class for beating them upside the head should they get out of line?" He asks in a clever tone. [Montesquieu]

Talisha sincerely hopes he was jesting on that last comment. "Well, mostly, students here are like those elsewhere, some very good and others who bear watching. My only warning to you though, is do keep your staff, but do not just look to the students for trouble. It often comes from the other preceptors." she looks then back toward the street. "With any luck, you will settle in without incident. But should you need assistance, do seek me out." [Talisha]

"I give you my word that I will call for you if the others become too testy for my patience," replies the gnome as he again tugs at his earring, "though my years in Darkhaven have afforded me quite a bit of that, I assure you." [Montesquieu]

Talisha nods and turns back to him. "Well, that settles matters nicely. You will be granted one office, off your classroom and one small apartment for your living space. Any adaptations you require, do let me know...oh, and, please be sure to advise Emily in housing that you require a room on the ground floor. I could not bear to think you of tackling more stairs than you must." she says with a smile, hoping her play at humor won't offend him.

The gnome chuckled and offered a quick nod. "Yes, the first floor would be a necessity, if the entry stairs are any judge of things. Thank you for your kindness, Talisha. Now, if it wouldn't bother you overmuch, I've got some business to conduct before I settle in." Groping about in a second belt pouch, Montesquieu counts the number of coins rolling through his fingers and hopes that they are silvers. [Montesquieu]

Talisha smiles and nods. "But of course. Please let me know if there is anything further I can do to help you. The school does have a coach available, the stables are just around the back. Oh, and for that matter, there is a back entrance into the school, completely void of stairs. It has been a pleasure to meet you." [Talisha]

Swindler's List
June 7th/07
Players: Kadgeon, Montesquieu

Synopsis: Before taking on a position at Valdislav, Montesquieu tried his hand at crime... and failed, miserably.

Pushing a frustrated hand through her raven black hair Kadgeon hurriedly scribbled notes in the log books for the day. Ever since the incident in the Vineyards a few nights before everything had been pure chaos. And on top of everything she couldn't find out anything about who might have done it. And she also had to go to Arborlon the following day. As night descended around the city Kadgeon looked out the window her ice blue eyes losing focus for a moment. [Kadgeon]

The gnome had not taken any form of liking to the dark. It was, for the most part, why he left his ancestral home those two centuries prior-- it was too cold, damp, and dark to suit his tastes. Not that life above the ground was all that different, though he was blessed with a good day from time to time. [Montesquieu]

Having just secured his belongings at the Inn of the Singing Rose with a number of wards (it would be safe to assume that he would pity the poor bastard foolish enough to touch his things), Monty was now off to acquire a bottle or two of fine wine for the evening's consumption. [Montesquieu]

Coming back to her self Kadgeon looked down at the books and quickly finished, but she didn't get ready to leave yet. Most nights she had several people come by late to pick up more of her fine wine. Leaning back in her chair she rubbed her hands over her face and then sat up again. Casting a quick glance to her right, she was reassured that her bodyguard was still there. The young woman had proven her worth already and Kadgeon decided that with time she would be a good replacement for her father who had been her bodyguard before her. Sadness crossed her face as she thought about her old friend again. [Kadgeon]

Dragging his feet along the path towards the winery, the magus idly groped about in his coin purse, only to discover that it was empty! 'Bloody hell,' he thought in his native tongue, 'either I have been robbed, or I have forgotten my fortune at the Inn!' Glancing over his shoulder, and envisioning the distance he would need to walk to reach the Inn, the gnome shrugged and collected a few stones from the side of the path. Uttering a few quick words, he tossed them overhead. Each shone briefly with a dark blue glow, before changing shape. Catching each of the former stones, Monty grinned as he inspected the "newly-minted" coins. The enchantment would not last long. A few hours, perhaps, but long enough to fool the vendor, he hoped. [Montesquieu]

Sensing the little 'push' of power nearby Kadgeon sat up a little straighter and looked out the window. Whoever it was was making their way towards her shop. Reaching inside herself she readied her own magick just in case the person in question was not a friend, she could not afford to be careless anymore. Silently she rested her hand on the sword she kept by her side at all times now. The familiar feel of comforting in her hand. [Kadgeon]

The air was humid enough to cause small speckles of sweat to form along the gnome's brow, and he paused a moment as he gained the steps of the Winery to wipe them away with his sash. Using his staff as support, Monty managed to climb the staircase with little incident. And, once again, he put his stick to use by pounding upon the door to the establishment, adding in a short call. "Hello?" he asked in his high-pitched, almost squeal of a voice, "Is anybody about? Or have you closed for the night?" [Montesquieu]

Frowning at the high-pitched voice outside the shoppe door she let out a soft 'Enter.' But loud enough to be heard through the heavy oak door. Her face was impassive as she waited for the person to enter, discreetly she lifted her nose to the air and sniffed and frowned when she came upon the scent of perspiration. [Kadgeon]

Turning the handle of the door, Montesquieu pushed softly upon it with his staff, forcing it open. "Hello," he offers again as he stepped in, cautiously, "I'm here to buy some wine." Casting a sideways glance at the "coins" which rested in his opened palm, the mage checked to ensure that the enchantment had held. It had. [Montesquieu]

Narrowing her cold gaze on the gaudy little gnome Kadgeon smiled and stood up walking towards him. 'I am always glad to be of service to my customers. Tell me what kind of wine are you looking for?' Opening her mind to the magick around her she sensed where his magick had went to and smiled slightly as she steered him towards the little mini bar she had had installed for people to sit and taste her wine. [Kadgeon]

"Do you have anything that is especially old? I was told by a man in Darkhaven, who I imagine is a much greater connoisseur of wine than I, that the older the wine is, the better it tastes," began the gnome as he hobbled over to the bar. Deciding that he was not satisfied with the lighting in the place, he uttered a quick spell and tapped the diamond-head of his staff, creating a magical torch of it. "Would that be the truth of the matter?" inquired Monty. [Montesquieu]

Nodding Kadgeon stepped behind the bar and with a smile on her face turned around and grabbed the oldest bottle of wine she had. 'This is one of my favorites. It is stronger than my Vino Nobile and a little dryer as well, but good nonetheless.' What she failed to mention was that it was a whole lot stronger! Maybe he would turn honest and pay her real money but she doubted it. But she would not allow him to cheat her either. Pouring him just enough to taste in a glass she set it before him and smiled, waiting to see how he would like it. [Kadgeon]

Grabbing the glass with eager hands, the gnome sniffed the drink before taking a small sip. The wine had quite the bite! "It's perfect, I think," Montesquieu offered as he drained the cup. Yes, it would be perfect for what he had in mind. "How many bottles of this do you have, anyway? I have plenty of coin." To emphasize his point, the mage placed the false coins on the bar. [Montesquieu]

Raising one dark eyebrow Kadgeon shook her head, 'I think we both know that those coins are not real, and I think you know that I am not the woman you want to cheat.' She narrowed her cold icy eyes at him. 'I tell you what I will give you this bottle and tomorrow you can bring me money if you want more. I will tell Louisa at the Singing Rose and you can send her over here to get it for you. But I suggest you not try this again.' [Kadgeon]
"I'm no cheat!" roared the gnome as he pounded the floorboard with his quarterstaff. The light of the staff shuddered for a moment, threatening to go out. "Those coins are just as real as these rings," he spat, pointing at each of them. "Don't mistake me for some petty thief, woman. I am no criminal." [Montesquieu]

Throwing back her head and laughing Kadgeon opened herself to her magick and turned the fake coins into hissing cobras. 'Listen little gnome, and listen carefully. Do not try to play me I could kill you easily and for your information that ring right there on your index finger is fake. A mage just a tad bit more powerful than you enchanted it. You have a lot to learn my friend. I offered you a polite way out of your little situation and you threw it in my face and for that I should throw you out and have you kicked out of the city. Or better yet I could tell my fellow shoppe keepers and no one in this city will sell you anything!' By this time her eyes glinted like two icy daggers and power filled the room yet to be unleashed. [Kadgeon]

The gnome eyed the snakes, and the woman, stubbornly. "Fine. You can keep your blasted wine. I don't want to buy from you, anyway. Turning his back on the woman, the mage makes his way towards the door. "But rest assured, this is not the end!" Adding in a short 'Hmph!' for good measure, Montesquieu left the Winery for the refuge of the Singing Rose and a soft bed. [Montesquieu]

Snickering she envisioned him having a pigs tail for that is what he reminded her of and the picture of him with a pigs tail was so funny she could not resist having a little fun. And so she went to the shoppe door where she could see him and let her magick flow. Laughing as she shut the door she wondered how long it would take him to realize he had a tail. A nice pink and curly tail at that! 'No no it isn't the end yet little gnome.' [Kadgeon]

Old Enemies, New Friends
Nov. 5th/07
Players: Montesquieu, Kadgeon

Synopsis: Kadgeon comes to Valdislav seeking Talisha, but bumps into an old nemesis instead.

Frowning as she walked the streets of Irae, Kadgeon quickly made her way to the Conservatory. She desperately needed to speak with the Lady Talisha. One way or the other she was going to help Glia get that anklet off, and she had to be sure of a few things first. Wrapping her cloak tightly around her body she made sure her face was hidden beneath her hood. Standing in front of the Conservatory she realized she didn't even know of the Lady Talisha would be there. [Kadgeon]

"Right, then. As you all well know, the primary function of illusory magic is defense," Montesquieu shared with his small class of five as they entered the courtyard of Irae's Conservatory. "Whether that means replicating yourself, or creating an illusionary foe, depends upon the situation," continued the old gnome as he brought the group to a sudden halt. "One of the primary ways of defending with an illusion, would be to conjure up something that your attacker fears. I find that a dragon is usually quite effective." With a sudden brandishing of his staff, the illusionist summoned up a mighty green dragon, roaring at the clear sky. One of his students jumped in fright, a second took a few steps back. "There are few souls hardy enough to resist such a ferocious beast." Lifting his staff higher, Monty made the dragon take flight, before it fizzled out in the air. [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon had walked through the conservatory and come across a professor and his small class. She heard him mention something about illusionary magick, and she smiled as she realized who he was. She continued to watch his demonstration and nodded in approval, he knew what he was talking about that was for sure. That still didn't change the fact that she had caught him trying to cheat her. She smiled again as she thought back to their first encounter. Silently she waited in the shadows for an opportunity to speak with him and ask where she might find Talisha. [Kadgeon]

"Questions?" asked the gnome as he leaned on his staff. The spell had taken its toll on him. Summoning such a large, detailed illusion took a great deal of energy, and Montesquieu had found himself lacking in that department of late. After a brief wait, the illusionist declared, "Very well then. A fifteen minute break." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon smiled to herself as she walked forward, making sure to keep her cloak wrapped tightly around her. 'Excuse me monsieur? Could you tell me where I might find the Lady Talisha?' She almost wasn't able to keep the laughter from her voice as she peered from beneath her cloak, her pale ice blue eyes gazing into his. [Kadgeon]

Turning to face the newcomer, the gnome removed his cloth hat and scratched at his bald head. "The Chancellor? You know, that is an excellent question, for which I have no answer!" Monty exclaimed. "Have you tried her office? And the library? She could be in either, at this time of day." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon shook her head. 'No I am afraid this is my first and very belated visit to the Conservatory and do not know where either place is.' She kept her face hidden still, but allowed her eyes to continue to pierce his. 'Would you be so kind as to show me?’ [Kadgeon]

The illusionist peered back at his class, who had already started to attempt at making their own dragons, to little avail. "Class is dismissed for the day. We will meet here again, tomorrow!" Montesquieu announced before addressing Kadgeon once more. "Follow me." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon nodded and quickly fell in step beside the gnome. 'Thank you very much, monsieur I apologize for making you dismiss your class so early in the day. Tell me, how long have you been a master of Illusion?' Her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her, and in letting it she let her cloak slip a little from her face revealing her pale features. [Kadgeon]

"Oh, a number of months now," the gnome replied, his tone distant as if he were daydreaming or envisioning his early days. "Those five out there, they are my senior students. They've shown potential. I can't count the number of young minds who have passed through my classes expecting an easy ride." Montesquieu looked toward the woman then, catching a glimpse of her pale face. "I'm certain we've met, haven't we?" [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon smiled and slipped the hood from her head and let her hair fall in ebon waves down her back, her bright red dress contrasted slightly with her hair and pale skin. 'Yes I believe we have, but I also believe we started off on the wrong foot.'

"Ahh, the winemaker," replied Montesquieu. "Well met again, miss. I do apologize for our first meeting. I was new to Irae, short on funds from my travels, and craving a good bottle of wine. Take it as a compliment that yours was good enough for me to attempt to cheat you of it." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon threw her head back and let loose a low laugh that sounded oddly like the tinkling of pixie bells. 'I do take it as a compliment although I must warn you not to let it happen again. I do extend credit to a certain few.' She smiled and watched the gnome carefully. 'So what brought you to our city in the first place? If you do not mind me asking that is, I sometimes find I cannot help my curiosity.' [Kadgeon]

"It was the final destination along a very, very long road," replied the illusionist as he shifted his staff from his right to his left hand. "I left Nidaros on very bad terms, a long time ago," Montesquieu continued. "Made a few influential individuals very angry, and paid the price." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon nodded in understanding and smiled as she walked beside the gnome. 'Mmm yes, these things happen quite often it seems.' She winked and shrugged her shoulders. 'Although I do not think many of my people have left my own lands for that purpose, we generally get along very well, never really have any problems at all.' She chuckled and looked carefully at the gnome's staff. 'So how do you like our city so far?' [Kadgeon]


"It is large. And I don't mean in size so much as in style. It was not built for a short, wobbly, and old gnome like myself," Montesquieu responds. "I had to get a room on the first floor after I nearly took a spill down the stairs on my way to my original chambers." Shaking his head, the gnome adds, "And it's a labor getting from one end of this place to the other." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon nodded and looked down her own body, her height sometimes being a problem for her. 'Ahhh yes, us short folk I am afraid have a harder time around here sometimes.' She smiled for a moment. 'But only sometimes.' She looked around her slowly, taking in her surroundings. 'So do you think the Lady Talisha will be here today? I have not seen her for some time, and I am afraid this is an urgent matter.' [Kadgeon]

"She's usually about the Conservatory someplace," replies the gnome with a nod. "She hasn't gone out much since her parting ways with her husband, or so I'm told. Granted, I can't really picture her leaving the school much when she was married." Chuckling, Monty adds, "She must love this place a great deal." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon nodded. 'Aye, yes she loves this place and her work very much. Although I remember a time before she was married and before she was Chancellor. I wish she would come out more often, I have not seen her in quite some time as I have already stated. Not counting the Marquis' coronation ball, which turned out to be quite a fiasco anyway.' [Kadgeon]

"Oh? I wasn't invited," Montesquieu said with a touch of disdain in his tone. "Apparently, it was only for people of means and position, and I am neither." Shaking his head, the illusionist added, "Even though I help shape the very minds that will build, defend, and rule this city one day." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon chuckled to herself again. 'Having the means and position to go to such things is not always pleasant. I have never really cared for the Court life, yet it seems I am constantly being dragged into it over and over again.' She paused as she stared in front of her as she walked. 'Sometimes I envy those who do not have to worry about such things. Like you, I envy your every day life, the bright young minds you get to help mold and shape.' She smiled as she looked over to the gnome. 'Maybe next time I can bring you as a guest?' [Kadgeon]

"Perhaps," Montesquieu nodded his agreement, before coming to a stop. "Here we are, miss." Pointing to a door to the left, the gnome smiled. "That's her office. If she's in, she'll likely be in there now, or shortly." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon nodded and smiled bowing her head slightly to the gnome. 'Many thanks monsieur.' She smiled, careful to hide her fangs even as her more powerful side flashed behind the calm of her icy eyes. 'Feel free to come by the Winery any time, I believe I am getting in a new shipment of dessert wines within the week.' [Kadgeon]

The lights danced in Montesquieu's eyes as he offered a short wave. "I will be sure to visit, so long as you have fine drink to taste and I have coin to spend." [Montesquieu]

Kadgeon smiled and nodded as she turned away to rap loudly on the Chancellor's office door. She was glad that she and the gnome had gotten along better than last time. One never knew when you would need someone with magick of some sort to help you. [Kadgeon]

The First Headmaster
January 10th, 2008
Players: Talisha, Montesquieu

Summary: Montesquieu comes to visit Talisha in her office, and leaves as Valdislav's first Headmaster.

The Chancellor was in her office and apparently screaming at the top of her lungs, oddly enough. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" to which there follows a very loud crash and a sound of shattering crystal. This is soon followed by several thumps and then sudden silence. [Talisha]

It hadn't taken long for the word to reach Montesquieu. He had many students who doubled as contacts for him, watching over the Chancellor. It was not the professional way to deal with the situation, but the old gnome had his suspicions about Talisha's sanity. Excusing himself from the lecture he was giving, and leaving many students confused ('Professor Montesquieu NEVER walks out on a lecture!' one remarked), the illusionist hobbled as quickly as he could in the direction of Talisha's office. [Montesquieu]

Other than an occasional rustle, no sounds came from the office to give an indication of just what was going on. Furthermore, no one exited the office either. One maid was hovering near the door, but on seeing the professor, she quickly ducks her head and continues on her way. [Talisha]

Replacing his reading and teaching monocle with his everyday one, Montesquieu lifted his cane and rapped loudly on the Chancellor's door. "Talisha? It's Montesquieu. Might I come in?" he calls to her as he brushes some powder from the sleeve of his robe. [Montesquieu]

On the other side of the door there was a gasp, a muttered oath and then a calm "Yes." Talisha was sitting on the floor, holding her hand tightly, a few drops of blood oozing between her fingers and dropping on to the soft yellow chintz gown she was wearing. She was staring at the blood as though fascinated. Her office was in disarray, papers litter the floor and apparently, the cause for her bleeding hand, bits of a shattered crystal horse. [Talisha]

With a grunt of effort, Montesquieu pushes the doorway open. It was far taller than he, and undoubtedly heavier. Upon entry, the first thing he noticed was the mess, and this caused his jaw to drop. He hadn't pictured Talisha as the disorganized type. Then, his eyes came to her, and her bloody hand. He immediately approached her, asking, "Are you okay, Chancellor?" [Montesquieu]

Talisha looks at Montesquieu, her normal bright, crystal clear blue eyes were troubled and damp with tears. "No...no, I do not think I am okay at all." She says, but looking past him a moment, she sees the maid in the hall and frowns. Letting go of her bleeding hand a moment, she motions at the door, which promptly closes. "I think someone is trying to make me seem crazy." she says, her voice trembling. [Talisha]




The gnome looked back at the door as it shut, not sure he liked the idea of being alone in the chamber with Talisha. But what was he worried about? She had never given him any reason to fear for his safety. Turning back to her, he responds, "Crazy? That's preposterous. In all my time here, you've been the very picture of sanity, Talisha." Kneeling, he places one of his small hands on her shoulder. [Montesquieu]

Talisha's shoulders begin to shake from suppressed sobs but only a moment later she straightens and looks at her hand. "I do not suppose I could trouble you for a handkerchief?" she asks, the cut in her hand was deep, so deep it would require stitching. Talisha also seems unconcerned by the appearance of her office which is never so disorderly. "I wonder what's happened here...I.. I should attend to this mess." she says, looking around herself in confusion but making no move to rise from the floor.

Pulling a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his robe, the gnome offers it to the Chancellor. "Yes, it is quite messy. Were you practicing wind magic in here? Perhaps a cyclone spell or two?" Montesquieu attempts a joke, and hopes it will go over well. He was unsure as to the exact condition that Talisha was in. [Montesquieu]

Talisha gratefully takes the offered kerchief, wrapping her hand tightly in it, the soft linen showing just a tinge of red moments later. She does smile at his suggestion. "I think perhaps we best go with that." she says, finally attempting to rise but doesn't manage it. Casting about the room, she seems to be searching for something. Across the room, pinned under her overturned chair, she sees it. "I wonder, professor Montesquieu, if I could trouble you to get my cane? It is just there." she points to the light grained wood cane. [Talisha]

"No trouble at all, Chancellor," Montesquieu replies as he brings himself to his feet and moves to collect the cane. With some effort, he pulls it out from under the chair and brings it to Talisha. "There you are," he says calmly as he offers it to her. [Montesquieu]

Talisha carefully takes her cane from Montesquieu, but instead of getting up, she sits back further, resting on her good hip, cane across her lap. "Thank you." she mutters softly, then biting her lip in thought, she finally looks up at Montesquieu. "Heru Montesquieu, we are both mages and I think we both know this was no spell gone wrong." here she pauses a moment. Looking at him pointedly, she asks quietly. "I wonder, heru, if you would be inclined to do me a favor?" [Talisha]

The gnome rested his chin on his clasped hands, which in turn rested on the head of his cane. "I suppose it would depend on what it is that you would ask," Montesquieu replies. "But for the most part, I'd be willing to do anything for a colleague... and a friend." [Montesquieu]

Talisha smiles, but its tremulous. "Thank you. You see, I think we both know that...that I am not well. And, well, after today it may get around to others also. I have written, just this morning to a friend of mine that is away, for him to return. I await his response." she explains. "However, obviously, I can not continue on here in this way but also, I am not willing to abdicate my position as Chancellor. So, I would ask you to consider stepping in as Headmaster of the school, for now." All the while she spoke, her hands were trembling and she keeps glancing at her desk drawer, though, catching herself at it, she promptly focuses on Montesquieu instead. [Talisha]

The gnome, taken aback by the offer, lurches forward too quickly. He promptly falls flat on his face, nose-first, with a pronounced snapping sound. "Ouch!" he shouts, before slowly rising, a small stream of blood running from one of the nostrils of his now broken nose. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Montesquieu apologizes as he withdraws a second kerchief and clenches it over his nose. "What would the position entitle?" [Montesquieu]

Talisha was so startled by this fall, she casts about quickly, looking for the pixie that pushed him, but obviously, there wasn't one. Taking a deep breath, she tries to smile, but before she answers, she notes his nose. "Oh...your nose, Heru, it is bleeding as well. My, our kingdoms for a kerchief." she comments, moving over to her desk, she opens the top drawer and pulls out a kerchief she calls being there and offers it to Montesquieu. "Basically, supervising the other preceptors and professors and dealing with minor student issues. I would of course, still be available to consult if something should arise that you can not handle." she explains, absently collecting fallen papers. [Talisha]

Taking the offered kerchief and replacing his own, blood-soaked one with it, he nods. "Very well, I'll take the position. But only because you've asked me to do so." Then, as if suddenly stumbling on some revelation, Montesquieu adds, "But why me, Talisha? I am new here, newer than most on the teaching staff. Surely there are others who have seniority, or who are more qualified?" [Montesquieu]

Talisha adamantly shakes her head. "Because, or perhaps you were not aware that half the staff of this conservatory is corrupted. The senior most preceptor, and a drow, delves in arts best left alone. No, I do not trust the others. I trust you." she says and by the tone of her voice, its obvious she speaks truly and sincerely and not with the mind of someone bordering insane. "I will be here as much as I may, but only when Makavelli is here, things will be fine once he arrives." She says with conviction.

His eyebrow archs, but for some reason, he trusts her. "I will keep your words in mind when I am dealing with them, then." Bowing, Montesquieu turns to leave, but turns back to ask another question. "Who is this Makavelli fellow? I don't believe I've heard his name mentioned before." [Montesquieu]

Talisha smiles. "You wouldn't have. He is merely a friend of mine outside of the school. Thank you professor Montesquieu, for your word, and your discretion." she says, finally rising shakily with the aid of her cane.

"I wish you well, Chancellor." Once again he bows, and this time when he turns, he does not turn back. Opening the door with a grunt, Montesquieu steps outside of the office and adds, beneath his breath, "Be well, Talisha." [Montesquieu]

Business in the Harbor
March 4th, 2008
Players: Elizabeta, Montesquieu
NPCs: Jack (Elizabeta)

Summary: Montesquieu concludes some business with a shipping company and forms a new contact.

It was early evening, and a spell of silence had seemingly been cast over the harbor of Irae. In the early spring, the ices had not fully thawed, and few ship captains ventured into icy waters for anything less than one thousand Iraenian coins. Such was the price demanded of and paid by the Headmaster of Valdislav, such that he could acquire an ancient and very important tome for his library and for study. [Montesquieu]

These people in this city paid you well if you were willing to sail through the icy spring waters. Elizabeta laughed to herself as she tossed the coin purse she had recently been given in the air. It seemed not many were willing to travel in such weather, but personally she had no fear of the sea. Her cold black eyes glittered in the early morning light as she strode confidently down the docks. [Elizabeta]

The gnome’s diamond-shod quarterstaff tapped against the wooden dock as he crossed it, moving toward the ship in question. "Captain!" he called as he approached. "Captain, I've come to collect my merchandise!" Reaching for his belt pouch, Montesquieu gathers the remainder of the captain's fee in his palm. [Montesquieu]

Elizabeta smiled at the little gnome man and walked up behind him. Looking at the ship he stood in front of she gazed at the lettering on the side that said, "Diavol". Coughing slightly she smiled and stood there with her hands behind her back. "Perhaps I can assist you, I am Elizabeta Vladoiu and I own this ship." She waited patiently, her arms still behind her back as her hair was whipped around by the wind, little strands coming loose from the leather tie she had holding it in place at her neck. [Elizabeta]

Montesquieu wheeled about at the sound of the voice. "You own the ship?" he inquires, with a suspicious expression. "I did dealings with a heavy-set man, not a woman. He charged a small fortune, considering the ease of the task." Shaking his head, the gnome clearly disapproves. "Still, he was the only man willing to make the run. Now you say that you're the owner. Any chance you could give me his name?" [Montesquieu]

Elizabeta threw her head back and laughed, the sound almost as cold as the water she loved so much. "Sir, he may sail this ship but I assure you I own it. His name is Jack, typical of a sailor I know but hey his mother liked tradition." She shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "This ship, the one behind it, and then one behind that one are all mine. The reason why he took your job is because none of my crew turns down a job, and he did it well I assure you. Give me a moment and I will have him bring it to you." Stepping forward she cupped her hands around her mouth and let loose a bellow that one would not think could come from someone as small as she. "JACK!!!"

Within moments a man that fit the gnome's description came into view and leaned over the rail. "What do ye want Cap'n? We haven't been into port long. Gimme time to rest these old bones!"

Laughing, she shook her head. "Nay Jack, bring this man's cargo down to him you lazy dog!" [Elizabeta]

The mage looked up to Elizabeta and nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, young miss. I am Montesquieu, the headmaster of Valdislav and formerly a street performer known by my title, 'the Magnificent.' And what might your name be?" Offering his free hand, the little gnome adds, "for future reference, in the event that I should have need of services such as those which you offer." [Montesquieu]

Elizabeta held out her hand and grasped his firmly. "My name is Elizabeta Vladoiu, I also keep an eye out for items which my better customers might like. If you plan on having several such jobs I am sure I can help you as well." She smiled, and this time the warmth reached her eyes for she loved nothing more than talking business, except for maybe the sea. [Elizabeta]

The Headmaster smiled as he drew his hand back up and inside the warmth of his robes. "I have a keen interest in anything rare and magical in nature. Unusual or exotic wands, staves, tomes, and the like. If you should happen to come across any of these on your journey, do bring them back to Irae and let me see them. I may buy more than a few." [Montesquieu]

Elizabeta smiled and nodded. "Done." She looked up at Jack who was bringing down the box that contained whatever it was the man had wanted, and wanted so badly he paid such a steep price for. "Ahhh here is Jack with your cargo."

The mage nodded and smiled once more, waving his staff to the left. The box began to dissolve, leaving only the tomes contained within. "Thank you. I see that they are in pristine condition." Then, lifting off his hat, he holds it out to Jack. "Put them in here, please." For added emphasis, he points into the small cap. [Montesquieu]

Jack looked from Elizabeta to the little gnome and back to Elizabeta. He was a little wary of such magickal things and a slight frown had begun to form on his weathered face. "It's alright Jack, hand it to me and I will put it where it goes." Holding out her hands she took them from the older man and smiled at him softly. Turning back to Montesquieu she gently placed them into the hat. "There you go." She smiled brightly and motioned that Jack was free to go. [Elizabeta]

"Thank you," the gnome replies as he places the hat back upon his head. Then, holding out several platinum coins, he says, "Here is the remainder of the payment for the journey. It was most pleasurable doing business with you, Miss Vladoiu." [Montesquieu]

Taking the coins she smiled and nodded. "And please, call me Eliza or Elizabeta." She turned and walked towards the ship Jack had already boarded. "Looking forward to doing more business with you, Montesquieu the Magnificent." [Elizabeta]

More Business for the Captain
May 9th, 2008
Players: Elizabeta, Montesquieu

Summary: The Headmaster of Valdislav offers some unusual and private business to the Captain Elizabeta.

It was a warm spring evening, not unlike the many which had come before it since the ices had thawed and the snow had melted away. And on this particular evening, there was at least one individual in the City of Lions who was up to no good.

The Headmaster of Valdislav made his way to the Moon Raven, Irae's house of ill repute, to find a particular individual. One whom he had conducted business with before, and for whom he had a new proposal. As he pushed the heavy oaken door open, Montesquieu grunted with exertion, and he relied heavily on his cane to make those final steps to a vacant chair at an empty table. [Montesquieu]

As the night rolled into the harbor of Irae one of the ship captains made her way down the mostly deserted streets. It had been a long day, and she was ready for a drink. Due to the warming weather she kept her hair pulled back in a tight bun atop her head. This also made it easier to work without it being in the way. Her shirt tonight was of the darkest red, the material almost sheer in its thinness, and her breeches the usual tight brown leather. At her waist was a thin silver, and almost delicate looking sabre. A wicked smiled curved her lips as she thought about the many things that sabre could do. Perhaps tonight she would have a chance to test it out again. Pushing the doors to the Moon Raven open easily she walked to the bar and ordered her drink before making her way to a table hidden mostly in shadows. From here she could see who entered and who left, none could sneak up on her, and she had the advantage when someone approached her. She let out a small sigh as she sank into the chair. Some days she was just glad to be off her feet. Rolling up her shirt sleeves she leaned back in her chair and kicked her feet up on the table while she waited for her drink to be delivered. [Elizabeta]

The gnome watched his mark closely as she approached the bar, his eyes glinting in the torchlight, betraying the mischievous thoughts which filtered through his mind. He let himself down from the tall chair and, gripping his cane tightly, crossed toward Elizabeta's table, trying to stay out of her view as much as possible while he waits for the wench with her drink. As the woman moves toward his associate's table, he intercepts her, and exchanges a few silvers for the glass. He grins as he withdraws a small vial, containing a powdery, transparent substance, and he sprinkles a small amount into the drink. He then caps the vial and returns it to his bottomless pocket before stirring the solvent into the drink with a pudgy finger. 'This ought to keep her honest,' Montesquieu mutters to himself with a cheery tone as he brings the drugged beverage to the table and sets it before Elizabeta. He then places his cane atop his side of the structure and pulls himself into the chair opposite of her. "Hello, Captain," he greets her, grinning widely. [Montesquieu]

Frowning she narrowed her gaze at the little gnome sitting before her. She recognized him, he had paid a steep price to have something delivered here to Irae during the winter months. Arching an eyebrow she looked from him to her glass and back again. By nature she was a suspicious woman, you could not live the life she did and live very long if you were not. Reaching for the handle she slid it closer to her, and making no move to hide her suspicions looked closely at the glass. Not seeing anything she figured she was just being overly paranoid again. Lifting it to her lips she took a deep gulp before setting it back in it's place in front of her. "So tell me, what brings you here to the Moon Raven looking for me? And I can only assume you are indeed looking for me as you intercepted my drink and brought it to me." She thought for a moment and smiled cruelly. "I would also like you to know by intercepting my drink I will have to punish the woman who let you have it." [Elizabeta]

The Headmaster shrugged idly as he played with the pointed tip of his goatee. "All the power to you, Captain. But do me a favor and retrieve the coins that I gave to her for it? After all, it would be a great shame to waste any form of wealth, nowadays. So, tell me, how is business?" In the break between conversation, the gnome adjusted his body weight so that he could sit more comfortably. Content with his posture, Montesquieu lifts a finger and adds, "And just how eager would your crew and its Captain be for some more of my high-paying work, hmm?" [Montesquieu]

Eyeing the little gnome closer she watched him like a hawk stalking prey from the air. She noticed how heavily he had needed his cane when he walked, how he had to switch positions, and how his eyes seemed to hold...secrets. That is the only way she could think to describe it. "Business is good, but then again I do better than most." She laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "Also, my crew does what I say when I say, the work we do is not up to them it is up to me. It would also depend on how high paying your work is." She thought for a moment and decided she would wait and see what he said next before going any further. [Elizabeta]

The gnome clicks his tongue a few times before responding. "You run a tight ship, and keep your crew well in line. I respect that in a leader." Waving over a wench, Montesquieu breaks the discussion for a moment by ordering a tall glass of red wine. As she departs, he leans toward the Captain. "Cheap and watered down, hence the tall glass." Then, returning to his upright sitting position, he again strokes at his goatee. "The pay is generous, considering the relative ease of the task. Five hundred thousand gold coins, with the possibility of an additional two hundred and fifty thousand after delivery, depending on the time it takes you to complete the errand and the satisfaction of myself and my... partner... in the venture. Fair?" As his wine arrives, the Headmaster sniffs at it, and then withdraws a shaker filled with a purplish powder and dumps a fair portion into the glass. The liquid within sizzles for several moments, and steam floats from the glass. When the sizzling ceases, the gnome again sniffs at the wine. "There we are. The water is quite gone, now." [Montesquieu]

Smirking she shook her head. "I always get my wine from the Winery here in the city, really good wine there. I also get a discounted price since I deliver most of their wine, in a timely fashion." She shrugged her shoulders. That price sounds good, if I were anyone else I would take it without question." She paused and smiled wickedly. "But I am not anyone else, and I need to know if I am going to be transporting anything that is alive...or was at one time alive. My prices for such things are a little higher." She shrugged her shoulders again before continuing. "I pay my crew well for that they do, and the things they overlook. Most of them have families and this is the reason my prices are high, but I can promise no other crew can get something finished before myself." She laughed at this, but the laugh itself held no mirth in truth it did not see as if this woman was capable of such a feeling. "So, tell me a little about this cargo." Pausing as an idea hit her she frowned. "It is something I would be delivering to someplace is it not?" [Elizabeta]

Nodding, Montesquieu smiles. "You would need to retrieve it from my associate, who lives near Darkhaven. You will meet him at the port of Ocean Keep, you will collect the goods from him, and you will bring them back to Irae, where I will collect." He pauses a moment to sip at his wine. "It is quite good now." He sips again. "Ahh, yes, back to the matter at hand. There is nothing living involved, save for a cat. All of the food it will require will be provided with it, along with a cage in which to keep it, should you rather not have a feline running about on your ship." The Headmaster withdraws a heavy purse from his pocket and drops it on the table. The coins within make a loud noise. Rogues nearby turn to see the purse, their greedy eyes sparkling in the torchlight. "At any rate, the first five hundred thousand is in that pouch. Feel free to count it here, and call me a cheat if it is short, but I am quite certain that it is not." [Montesquieu]

Reaching forward she took the purse in her hand and weighed it carefully. Nodding she dropped it inside her shirt for the time being. "Alright, is tomorrow morning before dawn early enough for you?" [Elizabeta]

Montesquieu chuckled. "For departure, collection from my associate, or delivery?" He sipped again at the wine. He could feel its affects on his mind-- the buzz, the light-headedness-- he would need to leave this place and this negotiation soon, lest he risk saying or doing something he regrets. [Montesquieu]

Elizabeta laughed and shook her head. "No, no you misunderstood. I mean all of it. I can even go to the Darkhaven Marina and pick everything up. The sailors there do not question me, and most of the night guards know me. Surely you have ways of contacting him. You can tell him I will be there tonight." [Elizabeta]

The gnome nods, smiling. "Very well. That would be excellent. I will let my associate know that you will meet him at the Darkhaven Marina tonight." Pulling a small scrap of parchment from his pocket, the Headmaster places his fingertip on the page and traces a large, flowing 'M', which fades immediately. "Show this to him," he commands as he slides the now-blank page across to the Captain, "and he will know that he can trust you." Sliding from his chair, Montesquieu grabs his cane. "And one more thing. Do not tell anybody of the errand, and do not let any of your crew look at what is within the packages you receive. This is of the utmost importance. Understood?" [Montesquieu]

Nodded and stood as well her sabre scrapping slightly against the wood of the chair she had been sitting in. "Understood, the packages will not be touched by any but me and will be kept in my cabin." She looked towards the woman who was supposed to deliver her drink and eyed her for a moment. "How much did you pay her?" Still holding the paper he had handed her in one hand she lifted her glass and took a long drink from it again before setting the empty glass back on the table. [Elizabeta]

"Three silvers, Captain. She seemed quite intimidated by you. I haven't the slightest idea why." Montesquieu's tone was part serious, and part sarcastic, as he turned to depart. His cane clicked loudly on the wooden floor as he took labored steps toward the door. [Montesquieu]

Smirking she walked quickly across the tavern to the woman and pulled her sabre from the strap she had at her waist. Grabbing the woman by her hair from behind she thrust her sabre into her side and upwards. Pulling her head back so she could press her lips against her ear she said. "Actions come with prices, I hope he paid you enough for yours." Laughing she let her hair go and reached into the pocket of the woman's apron to retrieve only the three silvers and nothing more before pushing her from her blade. Looking over her shoulder she smirked at the barkeep. "I think Naelmi will be needing more help." She laughed again and stepped over the body as the other patrons dove forward to see if the corpse had any other valuables. Pushing the doors of the tavern open she headed back to her ship at a lope, quickly covering the distance between the Moon Raven and the docks before being lost in the mists that always seemed to be present now. [Elizabeta]

Arranging a Room
July 5th, 2008
Players: Tarmalon, Montesquieu

Summary: The Headmaster of Valdislav arranges shelter for his future charge at the Moon Raven Tavern.

The Headmaster of Valdislav battled with the festering heat and humidity of the eve on his foray through the poor quarters of Irae. He had business to conduct with the owner of the Moon Raven Tavern, which was long rumored to be the seat of treachery, skullduggery and crime within the City of Lions. In other words, it was precisely the location Montesquieu needed to visit to find the ideal provider for the services which he sought. [Montesquieu]

Slouched on a stool behind his bar he looks over his now-renovated bar. It is still recognizable as the Moon Raven, but with years of dirt, grime and bodily fluids washed out. He smiles quietly to himself, he's ready for business, if only his special order of ale would arrive quicker... [Tarmalon]

The gnome had gained the tavern only as a result of great effort and determination. His injured leg was reacting poorly, and even in spite of the cane he carried, he had trouble making the trek. Once Montesquieu had arrived, he was dismayed to discover that the supposedly seedy business was, in fact, not as busy as he would have expected. He could hear no voices within, nor could he see the silhouettes of its patrons within the windows scattered about its exterior. Still, refusing to surrender after such a long trip, the Headmaster approaches the closed wooden door and raps heavily upon it with his tiny fist. [Montesquieu]

Surprised, the dwarf nearly knocked over his ale. He drops one hand from the bar to his waist, checking his swords. Feeling secure he calls out, "Kemm 'en." [Tarmalon]

With a very loud grunt of effort and the application of a great deal of force, the Headmaster of Valdislav managed to open the door and step into the Tavern proper. It was, as he suspected, empty of all but its proprietor and the furniture within. Montesquieu whistled loudly, impressed by the cleanliness of the place. Evidently, the owner had every intention to re-invent the Moon Raven as a more respectable establishment. "Montesquieu the Magnificent. Archmagus, third tier, and Headmaster of the Valdislav Conservatory. At your service," he introduces himself with a bow, nearly falling flat on his face. "And you are?" he adds with a raised eyebrow as he rises. [Montesquieu]

The dwarf watches the new comer struggle into the tarvern, offering no help. He nods his head in response to the bow, however. "Tarmlon Darkstone, be me pub. We be closed, but yer welcome to a mug of ale ter git off yer feet..." [Tarmalon]

Montesquieu chuckles and approaches the bar, limping heavily. "Ale, yes. That would be good. Ale, and business, if you're willing to listen to my proposal?"

Tarmalon reaches behind himself, not taking his eyes off the stranger, and grabs a mug, filling it from the keg at his side. He slides it across to 'Montesquieu the Magnificent.' "What yer be sayin'?"

"I have a number of guests, coming to the city, who need residence in an out-of-the-way region. Somewhere that they will be easily overlooked. Given how rarely the guards investigate this portion of Irae, the Raven seems ideal," Montesquieu begins before taking a small sip of his ale. His expression betrays his enjoyment of the fine drink. "I will pay you three hundred gold coins a night for each room, and I will require three rooms for three nights. Fair?" [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon slowly shakes his head, "The room 'avent been cleaned up yet. When yer be needen 'em? Could 'ave the girl start on 'em in der mornin'..." Tarmalon looks at the magi, peering into his eyes, "Why yer want em outta der way? Be causin' me trouble der be big problems..."

The gnome laughs, pounding his fist on the bar, before inhaling the last of the ale. "Most certainly not, kind dwarf. There'll be no trouble for you. They're just here to help me with an experiment. But they are men of some repute in the magical community, and I don't want my students doting over them and spying on them in the evenings. Therefore, I need some place private for them to dwell, and the Raven seems ideal," Montesquieu lies. "Fair?" [Montesquieu]

Nodding quietly Tarmalon tops off his own ale, and gestures to the gnome, offering him another. "When yer need em for?" He swallows most of his ale in one gulp, playing with his beard with his unoccupied hand, fairly deep in thought. [Tarmalon]

"When can you have them ready for me?" the gnome inquires, nodding at the gesture for a second glass of ale. "I mean, the magicians will be arriving within the next week. So preferably sometime before then, if possible, would be ideal." [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon reaches forward grabs the empty mug and refills it, "Eh, give der girl a day a room, three 'er four days be more than enough.." With the mug full he hands it back to the gnome, looking for approval.

Montesquieu nods. "That sounds fair enough to me. I'll send word to my guests, that they shall have lodgings available for them within five days, to give your girl an extra day to get the work done."

Tarmalon nods, "Fair nuff." He finishes his mug, "Did yer want me to send word when s'all good to go, or yer just 'ave em show up in five days?"

The gnome shakes his head. "Most definitely send word. You have my title and position, just send a messenger for me. They'll know where to find me." [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon nods, "'spect word in three four days then... der be anytin' else? Requests fer em?"

The gnome shakes his head. "The room will be good, though I'm sure they'll spend some coin in the tavern, should it be open when they arrive." Hopping down from his seat, the gnome finishes his ale, and slides the mug up onto the bar with some effort. He then gathers up his cane and makes for the door. "I will pay you when the rooms are ready, if you don't mind?" he adds, turning slightly and waiting for acknowledgement. [Montesquieu]

The dwarf hops off his stool as well, taking the mugs. "Ay, sounds fair. Ay will have the girl on it first thing in der mornin." [Tarmalon]

Dealing With the Devil
July 10th, 2008
Players: Tarmalon, Montesquieu

Summary: Following the events of Something Wicked This Way Comes, Tarmalon seeks aid from Montesquieu in removing his charge from the Moon Raven. Together, they put together a plan for how to do so.

Tarmalon reaches the door he has been directed to by various folks who, while considering his presence to be odd, did not stop him. He bangs on the door with his bracered forearm and listens quietly for admittance. [Tarmalon]

The recently demoted professor of illusions and countermagicks was resting beneath the daytime sky, contemplating this latest troubling news. He knew the gith was a tiresome individual at the best of times, but to cause such a ruckus on his first night in Irae? This was a problem, indeed. And what could Montesquieu do? His chance of being promoted again was slim, and he didn't really want to kill Talisha in order to steal her position. On top of this, he couldn't afford to be connected to Jurevicus. He lived in Irae, after all, and had to maintain some illusion of decency. And then a rapping came on the door. "Enter," the gnome speaks as he rises, grabbing for his cane. [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon pushes the door open and steps inside, closing it behind him, knowing full well Montesquieu would want privacy. "Needer ter be talkin' ter ya 'bout yer ward. Yer be havin' a problem." He seems to stress 'yer' as if to stress that it's not his problem. [Tarmalon]

Montesquieu sighs and nods. At least the dwarf didn't waste time on pleasantries. "A problem, indeed," Montesquieu states in a resigned tone. "I'm not aware of the precise details, of course. How much damage was caused, and how much do I owe you in return for it?”

Tarmalon shrugs, "Jes a table an' couple chairs." He frowns and shakes his head slightly, his beard emphasizing the movement, "He be a grumpy feller, walk in da door start eggin' on Drixi, whom ay gather ain' folk to egg on... Den when Ay wouldn't sell 'em me bar girl for der evenin' entertainment he goes bout pissen off der troll. Luck yer ay plan fer stuff like dat. Coulda been worse, Figure Drixi coulda got him good." [Tarmalon]

The gnome nods, thinking that it was a shame this Drixi fellow hadn't gotten Jurevicus. He was already regretting making the agreement that he had with the gith. "So the two of them are healthy, I suspect?" he inquires with a tone of mock concern as he reaches into the small sack he had brought with him for a few coins to pay the Raven's keeper. [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon nods, "Ay, both stayed in der in, yer ward still ain' waken, me boy musta knocked 'em pretty 'ard ay figure." He starts to pace a little. He looks up at the gnome, "Ay knew he'd be... nay vary reputable, but yer promised yer folks be stayin' quiet 'n not causen troubles. He was'n thar long nuff ter have two glasses." [Tarmalon]

Montesquieu submits with a nod. "I didn't think he'd cause any problems. I misjudged him. If you want to ask him to leave, I will still pay for the rooms as agreed." Withdrawing from the sack with a handful of coins, he adds, "I wouldn't expect a businessman such as yourself to tolerate unruly folk like my friend." [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon hums quietly, "'n what if'n he don' like bein asked ter leave? He dun seem der type ter leave quietly." He bites his lip, "Ay have other... guests now, ay rather nay be haven anymore.. ruckus..."

The professor pauses for a moment to consider the situation. With a raised finger, as if proposing some revolutionary concept, he says, "I would be glad to help in his removal from the Moon Raven, good dwarf." Montesquieu's face contorts with a half-grin. "I could minimize the trouble he causes, if not with my words than with my magic." Yes, he thought. It would be the perfect way to do away with the problematic Jurevicus! [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon hums quietly, blinking at the gnome, "what did yer have in mind den? Like ay be sayin, dun want more trouble, havin sensitive guests, ifen yer plannen on... forcibly removen em, ay'd rather be doin' that meself."

The gnome chuckles. "No, no, my friend. Jurevicus is a magician, much like I am. He relies mostly on his voice. There are mages in Valdislav, myself included, who are trained in the ways of countermagics. We can prevent him from speaking for a short time." Stroking his chin in thought, Montesquieu adds, "All I would need from you is a back door and some rope to bind him." [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon nods, "Ken be arranged... me boys ken give yer a hand gitten him out 'n all." He mutters to himself quietly, he shouldn't have gotten involved with this, he knew this was bad from the beginning, "... den once we have em outside, figures yer have a cart waitin' so yer ken smuggle em back outta der city? Figure, despite yer friendship, yer willen ter go ter those... non-hurten measures, yer want em outta yer hair... but not ter hurt em." [Tarmalon]

Montesquieu smiles. "Jurevicus is nowhere near as powerful as he lets on. Most of his spells are defensive, and those that are not, are weak in nature." Extending his hand to offer the coins he owes Tarmalon, he adds, "It wouldn't be hard to place some wards on the Moon Raven that would prevent his return or any harm he could do to the place." The gnome's eyes glow with confidence. "For that matter, it wouldn't be hard to do the same for the entire of Irae." [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon nods quietly, reaching out he takes his coins putting them in in his belt pouch. "Well... spect ter see yer in der tavern for a drink after sun down den?"

The professor nods once more, maintaining his smile and air of confidence. "Most definitely. If the gith causes any more trouble, I'd encourage you to dispose of him the same way you did last night." Montesquieu then crosses to the drawstring for the drapes and pulls them shut, blocking the sunlight from entry into the room. [Montesquieu]

Tarmalon nods, "ay, see ya this even' then." He turns and opens the door, and then steps out into the hall quietly. Closing the door behind him he heads back to the bar to deal with the various dramas in his life.