The Inn of the Singing Rose

Old Accounts
August 19th/07
Players: Gliowien, Alessio

Synopsis: Alessio pays the Lady Fairindale a visit to offer his sympathy for the passing of her love.


The bell-tower rings out...one chime, two chime...it continues. Six o'clock. Gliowien sighs as she pours the last of her latest batch of potions into their appropriate bottles and begins to wash out the brew pot while the bottles and their contents cool. "Gah!" Glia mutters as she burns herself on the pot, dropping it into the basin of water and splashing some suds onto the floor. "Just lovely," she says as she fetches the mop, not yet tending to the forming blister. [Gliowien]

The story had been an exceptionally touching one to Alessio, and even now, as he made his way to her Apothecary, he wondered how he could approach the Marquis' widow. Leon was his cousin, but the young man did not know him well. Their families were distant, to say the least, and had grown more so in the last few years. Still, di Rossetti felt that he had a responsibility to apologize to the woman and try to ease her suffering however he can. [Alessio]

Once the suds are mopped up, Gliowien puts away the mop and finishes washing the pot, setting it aside to dry. She corks the bottles when they are the right temperature and then goes into the main room of the apothecary to apply some salve to her burn and wrap it with a clean cloth. "Sometimes I wonder why I came back here," she says softly to herself as she leans against the counter. [Gliowien]

Reaching her door, Alessio knocked softly three times, and then let his hand rest on the hilt of his dirk. He had left his bow and quiver in his room, not expecting to need it here. "Signora? Are you about?" he asks, his Sicilian accent betraying his heritage. [Alessio]

Hearing the door, Gliowien jumps a little and grabs the staff kept at the inside corner of the workroom before going to the door. She holds it as if it were a walking staff in her right hand before she opens the door and glances out. Upon seeing the unfamiliar face, she bows her head a little in greeting. "Hello, sir. How may I help you this evening?" her voice is soft and nearly emotionless and her emerald eyes hold little spark. [Gliowien]

"Well, I heard over a glass of wine in the Inn that you are dealing with some troubles, Signora. Death, as a matter of fact. And since Signor Giovanni was of my family, I feel obliged to come and offer you condolences, and perhaps something more," replied Alessio, stepping forward and pointing into the Apothecary, "May I?" [Alessio]

Leon's family. The familiar pain in her heart returns and Glia nods faintly and moves away from the door so that he can enter, "Of course, sir. Forgive me, I only returned a few days ago to this city." As she moves away, she props the staff up by the door and waits so that she may close it behind him. [Gliowien]

"Ahh, thank you, Miss Fairindale," spoke Rossetti as he entered, looking about the small room and smiling. "I realize that the subject of Leon is quite a touchy one for you, or so I would imagine. I didn't know him all that well, myself, and neither did he, me. So I don't feel his loss as you do, I realize. I come to ask you one thing. Is there anything that can be done for you?" He had not yet told her that he was Leon's replacement, and he thought it better to leave that out for now. The last thing he wanted was for her to misinterpret his purpose in being here as something other than genuine concern. [Alessio]

Gliowien closes the door and moves further into the interior of the room, her eyes lowered to the floorboards. She shakes her head at his question. "There is nothing that can be done. He...he is in the ground now." Her voice falters and she fights back the tears. "I thank you for the offer, but un...unless you can bring the dead back to life, I don't even know if time can heal what has happened." [Gliowien]

"Surely there is something that could be done, to provide you with the smallest bit of comfort and happiness? Name it, please," the young man responds, his tone almost begging. "I realize that Leon would be impossible to replace. But there must be something else that you need. Material, or otherwise, I'm sure that I can arrange it for you." Looking about the Apothecary, Alessio's mind sets to working at what he could offer her. [Alessio]

The pleading tone causes Gliowien to consider if there were anything small that would at least let the gentleman feel like he was helping. After a short while of consideration, she shrugs faintly, "The only thing that I really might need would be out of budget for me and too much to ask for. Anything I would be comfortable in asking for, I have no need to ask for." She offers an apologetic smile, devoid of any spirit or life within it. Truly, she appears to be quite the broken woman. [Gliowien]

"Please, just tell me what it is," di Rossetti all but commands as he finds a seat and takes it. "I am open to anything, Signora, even if I can only help you in acquiring it. I have many business connections, Miss Fairindale. I'm sure I could arrange it." [Alessio]

The commanding tone jolts Gliowien slightly and she lowers her eyes again. "There are those outside this city's gates who would harm me, but many of the supplies I need for my brewing are in the forest around this place. I have been considering saving for a bodyguard since my arrival." [Gliowien]

"A bodyguard? That is easily arranged, I'm sure. I could even have the Arms Master of the Ci-- err, I'll write my father, and ask him to send a man," Alessio tries to cover up the absent-minded mistake he has made, but does not think he will succeed. This woman is an Elf, and elves are keen. "Anything else, Signora?" [Alessio]

Arms Master? Gliowien thinks a moment, with her brow furrowing slightly. Could it be? Was he about to say city? "Nothing else, Signore," she says, pointedly using the little bit of Italian that she had picked up from Leon. "But could you tell me, Signore, what it is that has brought you to this city?" [Gliowien]

"Family business," responded Alessio. At least he was not guilty of lying. Considering the circumstances, his being in the city was, indeed, a family affair. "I was sent by my father to set my cousin's affairs straight." [Alessio]

"Oh, I see," Gliowien says. ~Perhaps I misunderstood?~ She offers another attempt at a smile. Again it falls sadly short. "I...I'm sorry for the trouble that mine and Leon's relationship caused your family, Signore. We loved each other, but I guess sometimes that isn't enough reason." [Gliowien]

Alessio shook his head, "No need to apologize, Signora. It did not cause my immediate family any grief. In fact, we were happy to hear that Leon was finally getting married." Chuckling, Rossetti adds, "My mother was beginning to worry about him, as she does about me. For a man to go so long without marrying..." his voice trails off as he begins to think about his own home, before he left for Darkhaven, and again, he chuckles. [Alessio]

A soft smile comes to Glia's lips for the briefest of moments, a sad and yet wistful smile. "He had such a good heart. I don't see how he didn't find someone better before I came along. I don't know what he saw in me, but I loved him with all I am." Her voice trembles with emotion on occasion and a few tears attempt to force their way into being. [Gliowien]

"Again, I wouldn't know. I didn't know him very well," Fidgeting with one of the holsters in his belt, Alessio looks about the room again before adding, "I will likely be organizing a service for him, for those who wish to attend. In the city here. I know it will probably go against my father's wishes, but I hear also that there's some sort of statue being erected in his honor. I think it'd only be fair to have a service during the installment of such a thing, yes?" [Alessio]

"I think it a fitting time for such, Signore," she replies as her eyes lower to the dark cut stone of the apothecary floor. "Your cousin...he was a very responsible man and led this city well. I hope that they will find a worthy replacement. The people in the poor quarters knew that he would listen as much as to those of wealth." The tears start to fall down her pale cheeks. "He...he was a man among men." She turns away, not wanting him to see her tears, though it was clear enough from her voice. [Gliowien]

"It makes me proud, to hear family spoken of so well," Alessio offers. Now he begins to fidget with his dirk as he rises and makes his way toward the window. "And yes, I hope the replacement is as well-received and effective as Leon. If you have given me any indication, his shoes will be tough to fill." Opening the window, Alessio pauses to savor the scent of the air. [Alessio]

Gliowien nods, though with her back turned, she is unsure if he is even looking. "It would be difficult, I am sure. I would give anything if only I were by his side again." The last words are spoken a bit softly, barely audible to one not paying any attention.

"And what of you? Will you stay on here, as an apothecary? I'm sure a city such as this would have use of your services quite regularly, for more than just a few wounds, yes?" the Marquis-to-be offers as he turns again to face Gliowien, sheathing his dirk. "I'm sure the incoming Marquis would be most pleased to have you in the city." [Alessio]

"I know that Cadence alone would have trouble tending to all of the city and would not put such a task upon her. I will stay. There isn't exactly a need for my services in Serelia. Sufficient healers there and all." She turns after wiping her eyes against her wrists. "As for the incoming Marquis, I doubt it. If he is to be from this city, he will likely be of sufficient rank and such that he would view me as Leon's mother did, Signore. Or the one gentleman who threatened to run over me with his horse." Her brow furrows at this remembrance. [Gliowien]

"Some fortunate individuals do not have the privilege of understanding what it is like to be without their fortunes, Signora," replies Alessio, shaking his head. "It shames those of us who have learned this lesson, to no end." Looking toward the window, the young man adds, "It is getting late, and I must head back to the Inn. I will see to it that a bodyguard is sent here, posthaste." He then offers his hand for shaking. [Alessio]

Gliowien reaches out, placing her slender hand in his and shakes it lightly, though with respectable firmness for one of her frame and build. "I thank you, Signore. While you don't have to do such, it will be of great help to me," She looks up to him with the first hint of a sincere smile, though the sadness ever remains in her emerald orbs. [Gliowien]

A Chance Meeting
August 30, 2007
Players: Karzak, Alessio
NPCs: Evoran Da'Maer (Karzak)

Synopsis: Two guards on night watch discover men attacking the soon to be Marquis and stave them off.

The night sky was adorned with stars and a bright, full moon, casting a great deal of hazy light on the streets of Irae. It was bright, so bright, in fact, that most of the street lanterns had been left unlit, but for those in the densely crowded streets. Still, shadow found its hold in the City and those who frequent it had little trouble doing their own form of business as the hours rolled onward. [Alessio]

The clink of chain mail and hushed talk precedes the two Iraenian Guards on patrol in this section of the city. Their height differences made them an odd pair. One was an elf, whose only visible weapon was a heavy bladed knife. His diminutive companion was a stocky dwarf carrying a massive hammer. The intermittent light made the hammer seem as though it were glowing. Pick-pockets and cut-purses shied into the safety of the shadows as the pair of guards passed by them, having heard stories about the two of them. They both walked into and out of pools of light as though there were no hidden dangers in the shadows. [Karzak]

Heading toward the Villa, the soon-to-be Marquis of the City of Lions was sipping at a small flask of vodka-- a taste he had acquired during his journeys. He whistled the tune to an old tune he had picked up from a gnomish scientist who had long since died. But he and the guards were not the only individuals who stalked the streets this night, as a quartet of blue orbs observed his every step from the shadows. "Our employer says 'e wants 'im alive," hissed the foremost, an orc, and the halfling to his right simply nodded. "The old one-two?" he asked. [Alessio]

Grimacing at the faint odor of rotting garbage the dwarf mutters, "This has to be one of the most boring nights yet." The elf simply smiled and replied, "Patience my old friend. Besides, you complain more when we have a bit of excitement." Adjusting his chain mail shirt so it hung more comfortably the elf continued, "I'm sure we'll see plenty of exciting nights, especially if the rumors are true." At this the dwarf merely grunted and continued his patrol. [Karzak]

The Marquis took a seat on the edge of the fountain, sipping at his vodka and admiring the horizon. "Now!" commanded the orc, and out of the shadows the halfling ran, towards Alessio, shouting 'Sir! 'elp me! I gots a biggun on me tail!' All was chaos as Alessio sprang to his feet and the orc came charging after the halfer, but in a moment's time, both of the newcomers were upon the Marquis, punching and biting, kicking and kneeing, using every possible method to assail the poor, unsuspecting man who was already quite inebriated. [Alessio]

Hearing the high pitched shout for help, the dwarf turns towards the noise just in time to see a man get charged by an orc. "Evoran! We must do something about this!" He half shouted as he broke into a run towards the fighting group. It took his elven companion half a second before he was quickly out-distancing his short friend. It was a short run though, the dwarf got there just as Evoran grabbed at the first assailant, a halfling. Snarling quietly the dwarf hefted his hammer as he shouted at the orc, "Cease!" He started towards the orc, holding his hammer ready. [Karzak]

The orc growled as he heard a man shout at him from behind, and brought his knee up hard into the Marquis' groin. Rossetti's eyes nearly burst out of his skull as he immediately fell to one knee and, grasping at the air, fell forward on his face, squirming with immense pain. Spinning on the interloper, the orc laughed when he noticed the size of the guard, and he drew a massive claymore from its sheath over his shoulder. "Not unless you can make me," he barked. [Alessio]

Eyes blazing dangerously at the laugh he growled, "So be it!" The dwarf roared as he charged the orc, swinging the massive hammer when he got within striking distance. As he charged a thought occurred to him, perhaps he should not have been complaining that the night was boring. Evoran was having troubles of a different kind, the halfling was quick. *This will not work* he though to himself. *I will have to try something else* at the end of this thought the elf stopped suddenly and closed his eyes, after a couple seconds the air surrounding the elf seemed to glow. [Karzak]

"There's devilry afoot!" shouted the halfer as the air took on a new hue and, abandoning his small knife, he ran for the shadows and his idea of safety. The orc growled as his partner retreated, abandoning the ground which constituted his flank. Jumping into the now-empty space to avoid the hammer, the orc then climbed into the fountain. "Come on!" he taunted the dwarf as he waded towards the center, and the deepest part of the pool. If he could get the dwarf into the fountain and deliver one strong kick, thought the orc, he could sweep his adversary off his feet and drown him. It was the orc's short-sightedness that led him to believe that this was a duel, and that his enemy did not have a friend, as well. [Alessio]

Cursing as his hammer bounced of the paving stones where the orc had stood only seconds before he hefted his hammer once again and waded into the pool with his adversary. "So, you wish to add assault on a guard to your list of crimes." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the glow around Evoran and panic flashed across his face. Hoping the orc had not noticed his face the dwarf started to walk a circle around the orc, back to the edge of the pool. The air was frigid and it was getting colder by the second. [Karzak]

The orc began to shiver as the cold overtook him and the water around his knees turned to ice. "Help!" he roared, but his cry fell on deaf ears. Slowly, Rossetti brought himself to a standing position, though he still carried a painful expression. "Release him," ordered the soon-to-be Marquis to the elf who had rescued him, before offering a nod of thanks to the dwarf. [Alessio]

Evoran slowly opened his eyes and release the spell, but the ice did not thaw. Suddenly exhaustion flooded the elf's face and he started to fall. His dwarven companion was immediately at his side with a steadying hand. "The ice will thaw in a few minutes, I can not thaw it myself." The elf explained to the human as he turned to face his old friend, "Thank you Karzak, I'd of likely cracked my head open on the paving stones had you not steadied me." [Karzak]

The Marquis chuckled. "It's thawed well enough for what I wish to do with him," he offers, before pulling an arrow from his quiver and taking aim at the orc. With great precision and speed, Alessio lets fly the arrow and it finds its mark truthfully, buried in the skull of the orcish assailant. [Alessio]

Stiffening, Karzak whirled towards the man, "What did you do that for?! We would have detained him for questioning." When the last word left the dwarfs lips Evoran laid a hand on his shoulder, "Be easy my friend, he is injured." Nodding slowly he replies, "So he is, but I stand by my question." [Karzak]

"Clearly, dwarf, you are not aware of my identity, nor the intent of that wretched creature," Alessio added, pointing at the orc. The ice had thawed just enough that the body fell backwards as the Marquis pointed towards it, making a loud splash and sinking into the waters. "That individual was making an attempt at my life, and was likely hired by another who has a personal vendetta towards me. He would never have talked." [Alessio]

"You are correct, I do not know your identity. I am Karzak Stoneblood, would you honor me with your name?" Shouldering his hammer he motions to Evoran to sit at the edge of the pool to rest for a moment. "Do too much of that and it will kill you." He tells his friend softly, concern in his eyes. Turning back to the man, he patiently awaits a response. [Karzak]

"Alessio di Rossetti, cousin to Leon di Giovanni and soon, Marquis of Sanctus Irae, at your service," offers Alessio as he puts a hand forward and bows to the dwarf. "You two have done me a great service this evening, and one I will not easily forget. I would have your friend's name, as well?" [Alessio]

Eyes widening suddenly as the dwarf gasps, "Forgive me My Lord, I did not know." The dwarf breathes, bowing deeply to the man. Evoran's head came up slowly when the man mentioned his name, "I am Evoran Da'Maer, it is good to see someone that will fill the position of our late Marquis." [Karzak]

"Please, Karzak, there is no need," Alessio states plainly, "I owe you both my life. I will write to your superior of your outstanding efforts, and perhaps even see to it that the two of you are given promotions. You are, perhaps, the two most valorous individuals I have met in this city." [Alessio]

Karzak opened his mouth, but it was Evoran who responded, "Thank you My Lord. It appears that the streets are dangerous for you, would you like an escort back to the Villa?" The elf asks, as Karzak helps him to his feet. Resting his hammer on the ground the dwarf managed to keep an eye on his friend, the soon to be Marquis and the rest of the square at the same time, even though it was quite empty. [Karzak]

“This little incident has done well in sobering me, and now I know why Ignati warns not to walk these streets alone at night," Alessio replies with a chuckle. "I think I shall make it home safely, though I thank you for the offer." [Alessio]

Nodding slowly Karzak replies, "As you say My Lord, We must get back to the barracks. It is nearing the end of our watch and Evoran needs to recover." The last put a vexed look onto the elf’s face, but he did not voice his complaints. Turning in the direction of the barracks, the two guards begin to make their way towards it. [Karzak]

Coronation
September 23rd/07
Players: Alession, Alleniomori, Talisha, Karzak, Gliowien, Shaelle, Makavelli, Prina, Kadgeon.

Synopsis: The coronation of Alessio di Rossetti as the third Marquis of Sanctus Irae.

A Magnificent Ballroom
Thousands of tall, slow burning white candles give the few dozen chandeliers of well-polished gold a beautiful other-worldly feel and adds a warm glow to the room. Table after elaborately carved table resides at one end of the room, each complete with an ornate white lace table cloth. The floor is a rich marble with onyx undertones, polished to a mirrored finish that reflects the dancing fiery orbs above with faerie-like appearance. The walls are papered in rich hues of crimson, cream and an extravagant amount of gold-leafing. Towards the opposite
end of the banquet hall from the seating area, a platform has been erected and upon it a throne of deep mahogany with precious jewels set into the armrest and head of the seat amid intricate scrollwork rests in all its glory. Above it, a shield, bearing the Di Rossetti crest of a peregrine falcon snapping an arrow in its beak while mid-flight announces the identity of the throne's occupant. To a side and halfway between the throne platform and the dining and seating area, another platform is reserved for a group of hired minstrels. Ribbons of crimson and gold spiral from and form the various bows and decorations as
well as each of the centerpieces for the tables.

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The soft shades of night began to fall once more on the city of Sanctus Irae, but this was not to be any ordinary night. Hundreds were gathering to a new ballroom, which had only recently been erected to serve as the location at which the coronation ceremony of Alessio di Rossetti would take place. Guards stood tall by the entryway, checking each arrival to assure that they had an invitation. More guards patrolled the interior of the building, a measure of security for all within. Already, the noise within the ballroom was on the rise. The minstrels who were hired for the evening were preparing all of their instruments for what was likely to be a long night, and those who were wise enough to arrive early were taking the best seats that they could.

Within a small chamber which was built off of the main ballroom, the Marquis waited to be called out into the ballroom for his coronation, and so that the ball could begin. He was nervous, his hands shaking and his breath rapid, but he tried to conceal this as much as possible. [Alessio]

Standing at the front of the ballroom the old priest pulls at his thick starched collar. His robes still showing the crease marks of many years of being folded and put away for events such as this. He attempts to suck in his gut as it stretches against the once loose fitting robes. He watches as the citizens arrive, teetering back and forth on his heels with his hands folded behind his back. As he waits in nervous anticipation, having been so long since he has had to do such a lofty type ceremony. He licks his palm and smoothes down the sides of his crown of hair surrounding the bald center of his head. [Alleniomori]

Gliowien enters cautiously, her emerald eyes peering through the mask she carries as she makes her way over to the far end of the dance hall. Her gown flows about her and she looks as if she was meant for such surroundings except that she appears more skittish than a mouse during a mustang stampede. During her trip back to Serelia with her aunt, her grief-stricken state had allowed her aunt to keep her away from anything to do with court or other such prestigious gatherings that would make her uncomfortable. Now, however, she has found her way back into what is, for her, a dangerous and frightening world of falseness and treachery. [Gliowien]

Talisha wasn't particularly thrilled about attending the coronation. It had nothing to do with the new marquis, no, but everything to do with the fact that she had not been seen outside the school in some time and was becoming something of a recluse. However, she could not refuse to attend, so, invitation in hand, she took the carriage from the Conservatory to the ball, her best staff with her to use as her cane for the evening and wondered if perhaps she would know anyone else in attendance. [Talisha]

Kadgeon sat in her carriage until her manservant opened the door for her. Gripping his hand lightly she stepped slowly and carefully, so as not to step on her gown, from the carriage. Nodding and smiling at her manservant she took the invitation that he held out for her. Walking to the entryway she handed the invitation to the guard who moved to the side to allow her entry. She kept her mask held up to her face as she looked around for the perfect seat. [Kadgeon]

The torch light glinted off Karzak's chain mail shirt, which had been cleaned until it shone. He refused to go without armor even here, though he had finally decided to leave his hammer at the barracks. His companion, an Elf, strode easily beside him in a forest green coat and matching breeches. Approaching the gate Karzak displayed his invitation to a young guardsman on duty, and arched a cool eyebrow at his look of surprise. Stories of Karzak and Evoran protecting the Marquis had been circling the barracks for several days now. Sighing softly to himself Karzak glanced at his companion before they continued into the main ballroom to pick seats. [Karzak]

Shaelle enters the ballroom alongside her niece, her own midnight blue evening gown flowing gracefully behind her as she holds her head up with her usual aristocratic air. She could feel Glia's obvious discomfort, and wished she had reconsidered attending the coronation ball, but she knew she had to attend--if only to support Glia as she reentered the lion's den of aristocracy. She knew it would reflect badly on both herself and Gliowien had neither of them been in attendance. She readjusted her slivery veil slightly as she made her way to the end of the dance hall. [Shaelle]

Alessio fidgeted with the ring upon his left finger, one of white gold which was etched in a similar design to his own seal. There had been many of these rings made especially for this occasion. Suddenly and without warning, a trumpet resounded across the hall to signal that the ceremony was about to begin. The last of the guests who were to attend were rushed into the room, those who had not yet arrived, could no longer gain entry. Soon, a burly guard was opening the door to Alessio's chamber, and pointing toward the platform upon which sat his throne. "It's time, Signor," the guard proclaimed, stepping back to allow the passage of his new lord.

Hurried steps guided the young man to his throne, where he immediately sat. Watching from behind, Ignati placed his hand upon his forehead. "M'lord," he whispered to Alessio, "this is not as we rehearsed. Rise!" Alessio ignored him, too consumed with his nerves to hear the command. [Alessio]

Standing at the side of the well placed altar in the far end of the ballroom the elder priest nods, signaling for the progression of the altar boys with the incense, traditional to the core, the scents of frankincense and myrrh waft from the held brassieres suspended on chains and held out from their long robed bodies. The priest eyes the assembled items, prepared for the ceremony itself to begin. [Alleniomori]

Talisha limped her way the gates, the guard and into the hall itself, taking in at her leisure, the extent of the decoration, elaborate hangings and overall finery. She was certainly impressed. After a few brief greetings to those she recognized, she makes her way to a seat with the aid of her staff and settles in for the festivities to begin. She was apparently just in time too as the trumpets began to sound as she smoothing out the folds of her pale blue gown, her eyes now on the dais. [Talisha]

Kadgeon sat in her chair and watched all those around her through her mask. As she looked at all the different people, her eyes came upon Shaelle and Gliowien and she smiled slightly even though they probably couldn't recognize her. Continuing to let her gaze roam the room she spotted the Lady Talisha, once again she smiled but kept gazing around until she came to the dais. Taking a deep breath she inhaled the incense that began to fill the room. [Kadgeon]

"I have never seen so many false smiles and ill-gotten gains in my life." whispered Karzak as he scanned the nobles present for the coronation. His elven companion smiled briefly before replying in a whisper, "Be careful of your actions here, free-roaming emotions could cause you great trouble later on." Nodding curtly Karzak scanned the room once more before finding a pair of seats close to the front along the west wall. Pointing to them he told Evoran, "Those look like good seats, shall we go claim them?" Seeing Evoran's nod they both started out across the ballroom. [Karzak]

As she took her seat and settled herself at the table next to Gliowien, Shaelle straightened her skirts slightly as she politely smiled to the other attendees and took in her surroundings, pleased with the extent and care taken to decorate the ballroom for tonight's event. [Shaelle]

Prina opens her long trailing cloak and unfastens it as she steps through the ballroom doors. She hands it to a servant and saunters in towards a seat in the back. Her dark emerald eyes sparkle and shine a she glances about to see who else is here. As she settles into a chair she crosses her legs and sits up straight, sensing none of her kind close, she glances up towards the clergyman and wrinkles her nose as if to shake the stench of purity from her senses. [Prina]

"Rise!" hissed Ignati once more, and Alessio immediately jumped up and to attention. At this particular moment, he seemed more like a jester than a proper nobleman. "Quit being such an idiot, Signor. Your parents, nay, your whole family would be greatly disappointed if you make a fool of them!" the Trademeister added. Looking to the priest, he then gave the signal to begin the ceremony. [Alessio]

The priest begins to chant softly as he nods towards Alessio. He closes his eyes a moment and feels the holy spirit moving within him as he begins to chant. ‘Credo in Spiritum Sanctum; sanctam ecclesiam catholicam; sanctorum communionem; remissionem peccatorum; carnis resurrectionem; vitam oeternam.’ The altar boys move aside, allowing a clear path for Alessio to approach the altar. [Alleniomori]

Distracted as she was, Gliowien still managed to catch Shaelle's smile...even through the gossamer-esque veil and the younger elven woman gives an uncertain smile of her own. "I'm not sure if I can handle this, Aunt Shaelle," she whispers quietly to the woman beside her. The sudden jump of the soon-to-be Marquis jolts Glia slightly and she looks with surprise up to the platform at the far end of ballroom. Her brow furrows in momentary concern at the obviously anxious state of Alessio, though it is well-hidden behind her feline mask. [Gliowien]

Talisha watches the proceedings, raising a brow at the abruptness at which the Marquis takes to his feet. She readjusts her hold on her staff and watches on, hoping the affair will end quickly so she can return to the Conservatory.

Kadgeon raised asingle dark brow as the Marquis jumped to his feet. She was glad for the mask she held to her face, she would hate to have to explain to someone the look of amusement on her face at the moment. As the priest chanted it took all she had to suppress a shudder. She tried to keep a frown from playing on her lips as she continued to listen. The moment she felt the presence of another of her kind she closed off her emotions and mind, and gazed around once more subtly looking for the other person. [Kadgeon]

A puzzled look crossed Karzak's face when he saw the Marquis snapping to attention like a raw recruit getting called down. Seeing Evoran shrug his shoulders he immediately put it out of his mind. Leaning closer to Evoran so he could whisper, "I hope this starts soon, I am unused to sitting for so long" A brief smile flashed across the elf's face as he replied, "Patience my old friend, you always forget patience." [Karzak]

Shaelle whispers to her niece, "It is alright Gliowien, we don't have to stay... We can leave whenever you'd like..." The soon-to-be Marquis's sudden jump to attention causes the Archduchess to raise her eyebrow in slight interest, redirecting her attention away from Gliowien. [Shaelle]

"Signor, you didn't wear your chain, did you?" Ignati asked as Alessio prepared to approach the priest. Alessio nodded. Ignati, visibly angry, shook his head. "What are we to do with you!" he growled. Signalling for a pair of guards, he immediately instructed for them to begin the removal of Alessio's chain shirt. In a few quick moments, the robe, tabard and shirt which Alessio had worn were now stripped from his person. Bare-chested, he approached the priest and kneeled before the altar, as was rehearsed. [Alessio]
Picking up the brassier the priest walks around Alessio as he kneels shirtless at the altar. He places the drifting incense aside and picks up the holy oil in one hand, the other dipping into the warmed contents. Carefully he anointed the Marquis in three places, on his head, breast, and arms, which signifies glory, valor, and knowledge. Each touching of the oil was accompanied with a corresponding prayer. Alleniomori then picks up the heavy robe with the seal of Sanctus Irae emblazoned on the back and wraps it over his shoulders. Alleniomori follows by placing the crown on his head and stepping aside to allow him to rise and take his place as Marquis. [Alleniomori]

Below the mask, Glia's features briefly twist in a scowl at how Ignati and the guard were behaving, though she couldn't help but wonder what Alessio had done to cause all that. A barely audible sigh escapes her as she reasons within herself that it wasn't her expertise to figure out political arguments or anything to do with court etiquette. Her slender arm adjusts the mask a little as she watches the goings-on. [Gliowien]

Talisha watches the proceedings, finding them, well, interesting. The young seemed quite nervous. She however, was growing increasingly uncomfortable in her seat and shifts again to ease the ache in her leg. After the crown is placed on the new Marquis' head, she turns her attention to the room, casually looking over those in attendance. [Talisha]

Makavelli quietly walks up behind where Talisha and the children sit. He winks at the kids and slides his strong hands over Talisha's shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. He then silently moves to sit in an empty seat by her and the children.

Kadgeon once again raised an eyebrow and decided that she didn't know if she liked the new Marquis. He seemed to be a little, spineless for lack of a better word. For some reason he seemed to just do whatever Ignati said. Like the rest she waited for the Marquis to rise before moving or clapping or anything else. [Kadgeon]

Watching the ceremony with half-hearted interest Karzak glances around the room. Seeing some of the guests nervously eyeing the priest he memorized their faces. People like that could cause trouble for the church. Pitching his voice so it could not carry he spoke to his friend, "Have you noticed anything...odd about our guests tonight?" Evoran glanced at the dwarf with concern, "No, perhaps if you were more patient you would not see hidden dangers in every shadow." Nodding to himself Karzak now watches with genuine interest as the crown is placed upon the Marquis' head. [Karzak]

Prina cocks her head sideways as she watches with sudden interest at the pale white skin as it is revealed. She bites her bottom lip and smiles, her thickly-accented whisper only heard by those closest to her, "Now this is more like it." Her eyes sparkle as she watches his body anointed. Her fingers trail down to her waist as she watches the coronation process. [Prina]

Rising, Alessio looked over the hall, a confident grin upon his face. Making a quick signal to the minstrels, he assures that they do not begin until he has had his say. "Ladies and gentlemen of Irae," he begins, but very suddenly he is interrupted by Ignati. "Signor, I think you should wait until after the first number to give a speech." Now, it is the Marquis' turn to be angry. With his face turning a deep beet-red, he spoke, "Ignati! Come forward!" The Trademeister did so, obedient to his lord in actions if not words. Upon his arrival, the Marquis promptly punched him on the jaw, forcing the Trademeister to his knees. Blood was already dripping onto the dais when Alessio added, "I hereby strip you of your title as Trademeister of Irae." [Alessio]

Alleniomori’s duties completed, he turns to face the altar, instructing the altar boys to return the oils and incense to their place in the church. Forced to stay and mingle, he moves to the side of the ballroom and settles in with a bite of cheese to tide him over until the snacks are served. [Alleniomori]

Talisha smiles, reaching for Makavelli's hand as he takes the seat next to her own. Carefully leaning in close she whispers, "I did not think to see you here this evening, but I am certainly glad you have arrived. I need your help. I am not feeling well at all and need to leave, do you think it is possible to slip out unnoticed yet?" she asks, at about the point that the Marquis was turning an astonishing shade of red. "Oh my..." [Talisha]

Makavelli nods solemnly, his dark eyes filled with concern as he rises. Wrapping his cloak around her shoulders he whispers for the children to follow as he pulls her close. He hears over his shoulder the removal of the Trademeister. He will deal with learning the politics another day, but tonight he must get his lady home safely to her estate. [Makavelli]

Kadgeon smiled widely being sure to keep her fangs hidden as she stood and started to clap her hands in the stunned silence of the room. She saw the Lady Talisha leave with a man she didn't know but did not move to follow. Instead she remained standing and curtsied in the direction of the new Marquis. Maybe he would do well after all. [Kadgeon]

Watching the Marquis turn red Karzak mutters something about a temper. He nearly jumped to his feet when the man punches the Trademeister and stripped him of his title. Shaking his head ruefully Evoran speaks to the dwarf, "This is why I tell you to be patient, things like this always happen when tempers flare." Briefly glaring at the elf Karzak turns his attention back to the altar and the scene unfolding. Watching the Marquis turn red Karzak mutters something about a temper. He nearly jumped to his feet when the man punches the trademeister and stripped him of his title. Shaking his head ruefully Evoran speaks to the dwarf, "This is why I tell you to be patient, things like this always happen when tempers flare." Briefly glaring at the elf Karzak turns his attention back to the altar and the scene unfolding. [Karzak]

Easily noticible beneath the mask she holds, Glia gapes, her jaw dropping as she blinks repeatedly as if that might prove what she just saw to be a product of her own imagination and not the actual actions of the Marquis. Quite obviously...it doesn't work. "He's a brilliant madman," she murmurs to herself. While glad to see that the intimidating Ignatio was no longer Trademeister, the way in which it came about leaves Glia staring at the Marquis after a brief glance to her Aunt to detect her reaction to the latest turn of events. Upon hearing Kadgeon's beginning to clap, Gliowien follows suit. [Gliowien]

Shaelle's frown quickly breaks into a wide grin as she watches the new Marquis's actions, and claps along with Kadgeon and her niece.

Prina nods approvingly at the new Marquis display and rises in honor of his new position. Her hands smoothing over her long layered skirts from having sat so long. Her dark emerald eyes leaving him for only a moment as she catches a glimpse of red in a young halflings applause across the room. She cocks her head a moment, finding the night to bring her more information than she had bargained on. The city was indeed coming to a new age. [Prina]

The guards had already started to haul the former Trademeister from the dais as Alessio continued. "As I was saying, it is time for me to make an announcement. There is business which must be handled publicly, and this is some of that business." Looking about the room, Alessio stepped forward. "This city, as I understand it, has been under the boot of lawless brigands for some time. Many of its merchants have suffered these whelps and their 'taxes'. No longer! I suppose that, as my second act as your Marquis, I shall now name the future Arms Master of Irae." Alessio was interrupted for a moment as the Trademeister burst into a coughing fit. Suddenly, the violinist who had come with the minstrels began to move, pulling a small pipe from his violin and stuffing something within. All of this happened without being noticed by the Marquis, who continued, "I would like to invite Karzak Stonebl--" but suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, a small bolt struck his throat. It did not penetrate deep, and the Marquis was quick to remove the item. The wound was superficial, and bled only a little. What was not superficial, however, was the poison now coursing through the Marquis' blood. "Move the Marquis to safety!" A guard immediately shouted. A second pair made for the violinist, but he vanished almost immediately, as if some magical spell had hidden him from their sight. All was a rush, then, as the guardsmen on the dais began shoving Alessio towards his small chamber. [Alessio]

At the sight of projectile striking the Marquis and the guards coming forth the priest ambled forward as quickly as his rotund body would allow. He took from his large pockets cloth and placed it quickly to the wound as he was carried towards the small chamber. [Alleniomori]

Kadgeon quickly scanned the room and found Glia and Shaelle. Shoving panic stricken people out of her way she tugged at Glia's arm and motioned for her to follow. Using her magick to help move people out of her way she looked up at the guard barring her entry. 'Move it, I have one of the city healers with me.' This should have been foreseen. A new Marquis in town, yeah there was bound to be an assassination attempt. Boy did this city need a new Arms-Master, and quickly. [Kadgeon]

Hearing his name mentioned brought Karzak to fill attention just as the bolt appeared in the Marquis throat. Suddenly he roars, "Seal the doors! Nobody leaves until that man is in custody!" Launching into a crowd on the verge of panic Karzak shoves people out of his way as he makes a path to the dais so he could have a better view of the room. Evoran follows behind him, now wielding long bladed knives that had been concealed underneath his coat. Arriving at the dais he sees a guard trying to stop a healer from entering the Marquis' room. Addressing the guard trying to stop her, "You fool, move out of the way!" [Karzak]

As she watched the dart penetrate Marquis di Rosetti's throat, Gliowien jumps slightly and gulps as she focuses in on his features and the wound. It looked small, but looks could be deceiving. Glia leans to her Aunt and starts to whisper, "I will go see if -", but is cut off by Kadgeon's tugging. She followed after, thankful for her friend's assistance in speeding her way through the chaos. She clasps her golden clutch in her right hand, thankful to have thought to pack a few small medical supplies within its satin confines. [Shaelle]

Shaelle watched Kadgeon lead her niece towards the fallen Marquis, shaking her head as she resisted attempts by guards to prevent her from leaving the table. Watching the guards closest to the injured young man prevent Gliowien from approaching, she muttered, "_Now_ they go into overprotective mode. As if none of them saw this com--" Shaelle's rant was cut short as future Arms Master ordered the guard to to let her pass. [Shaelle]

Prina rises and fans herself. "Such a shame too, he had such possibilities." Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she made her way to the doors and out into the night to hunt fresh game. She didn't know if he would make it through the night, but if he did she knew she would meet him again and hoped it would be under less crowded circumstances. [Prina]

"Ladies, Gentlemen!" the Marquis cried as he wrestled free from the grasp of the guard, wiping away the last of the blood from his neck. "I assure you all, I am quite healthy! There is no need for all of this rushing about, nor a medic!" Brushing off his robes and righting the crown on his head, the Marquis forces his way toward the stage, and Karzak. "Signor Stoneblood, you have proven once again that you are perfectly capable. That is why I have named you the Arms Master of this city." Looking over the room, Alessio chuckled. "Please, my people, this little scratch is nothing compared to the wounds I sustained in my travels!" [Alessio]

Kadgeon stopped and raised an eyebrow. Letting her mask drop she took a closer look at the Marquis. He sure did know how to give people something to talk about the next day. He also knew how to test his people it would seem. Replacing her mask she made her way to stand in front of him and curtsied once more. 'Seeing as how you are safe from harm Signor I wish to take this time to welcome you to the City and wish you well. Also to congratulate you on becoming our new Marquis.' [Kadgeon]

Watching in surprise as the Marquis forces his way to the stage, Karzak nearly panics, "My Lord! You must let the healer see to you, it would be a terrible blow if you were to perish on the night of your coronation!" A very young guardsman finishes speaking with Evoran when the Marquis made it to the stage. The elf turned to Karzak and told him in a vexed voice, "It seems the assassin managed to escape through the doors before the guards could seal them. He needs to be found immediately." [Karzak]

Frowning at the Marquis' apparent lack of concern for his safety, Glia continues to approach, shaking her head. Her mask has long since been left at the table that she and her aunt had previously been seated at. "Signore di Rossetti, scratch or not, I insist that you sit still and let me examine the wound. You are the Marquis and if something happens to you, there will be more chaos and problems," Gliowien pleads in a firm but hushed tone. [Gliowien]

Shaelle takes a seat once again at the table as she takes a sip from a nearby goblet. Noticing the new Marquis's apparent lack of concern for his own safety and health, she shakes her head. "I thought I was attending a coronation ball, but apparently I've attended a play at the Theatre instead," she muses to herself as she continues to watch the scene unfold. [Shaelle]

"Karzak, Gliowien, please! Listen to the elf, Evoran!" Leaping from the stage, the Marquis snakes about within a group of guards as he speaks. "We need to find the assassin, and we need to kill him! There should be no more discussion of my health! I am absolutely fine!" Stopping before Glia, he adds for her benefit, "If I should feel awkward in the next few days, I assure you all that I will go and see someone who can take care of me. In the mean time, I would like to excuse myself!" Returning to the stage, Alessio shrugs his robe, and attempts to dress himself in his chain and tabard once more. "I suggest that we get to looking for this assassin, Karzak," the Marquis adds. "I want two groups. One for escorting our guests home, and a second for the hunt. Act quickly, or our violinist will escape into the night!" [Alessio]

Kadgeon frowned and shook her head as she walked towards the exit slowly. She would hunt for this would be assassin, but she didn't think he would be found tonight. Wrapping her cloak around her she held her mask tightly in her hands as she hid in the shadows of the night. [Kadgeon]

"File leaders, come to the stage immediately!" Karzak yells to be heard over the din. Singling out three of them, "You three will work under Evoran and escort the guests to their houses." Pointing to a file leader who had been on the guard nearly as long as Karzak himself, "You will pick 3 other file leaders and escort the Marquis to his villa." Nodding quickly to himself he rounds up the final four file leaders, "You four come with me, we will discuss this assassin before setting out to find him."

Giving a nod to Evoran and the elder guard Karzak turns towards the Marquis, "We will find this man swiftly, as you said, the law of the lawless brigands must be ended."
[Karzak]
Her new-found self-assurance dissipates as morning mist and Gliowien lowers her eyes and gives a respectful nod to Alessio. "At the first sign, Signore. Do not let such a matter wait," she murmurs, though loud enough to be sure he can hear. She shakes her head and walks quickly back to where Shaelle has reclaimed her seat. "Fool," she whispers angrily to herself once certain that she is far enough away to not be heard. Sitting once more beside Shaelle, Glia sighs, her face returning to its prior emotionless state. "Let's go soon, Aunt Shaelle. This is nothing but a fiasco and I would rather be away from so many people," Glia says, her voice soft and perhaps a little bitter. [Gliowien]

Taking her last drops from the goblet, Shaelle carefully places it down upon the table as she stands, straightening out the skirts of her gown and removing her veil. "I couldn't have said it better myself, Gliowien" she agreed, waiting for the guards to begin filing the attendees out of the ballroom. [Shaelle]

The Marquis would've objected, had a sudden wave of fatigue not overtaken him. Instead, Alessio simply nods, "to the villa for me. I trust the job will be handled well in your more-than-competent hands, Karzak. Good night!" [Alessio]

Nodding slowly Karzak begins to bow, "Good night My Lord, and Thank you." Turning to the four file leaders he had gathered he spoke, "It is time to get back to the barracks, we have plans to make." [Karzak]

Inspections, Part 1
October 8,2007
Players: Karzak, Alessio

Synopsis: The Marquis and the Armsmaster strike sparks as they agree to an inspection of the guard.

Staring at the large pile of papers on his desk Karzak sighs, wondering if he would ever get through them. This was only an idle thought though, since he had cut the pile by nearly three quarters in his short time. No mean feat, it had covered his entire desk and was piled two feet high. Throwing the weeks-old report back on top of the pile Karzak stood and fished his pipe out of his belt pouch. As he filled his pipe and lit it from a candle his thoughts drifted towards how to shape the guard back into a useful entity. [Karzak]

Karzak was not the only individual within the city who had plans for the guard. The attempt on his life notwithstanding, Alessio had noticed that something was incredibly wrong within Irae's barracks shortly after his arrival. The gate guards were incredibly lax, and the guard in general seemed disinterested in assisting individuals with everyday issues, let alone with serious breaches of security. Today, the Marquis had decided to pay the newly appointed Armsmaster a short visit, and to inspect the guard at present. While the previous Marquis may not have been overly interested in this area of the city, Alessio had learned during his coronation that he had a vested interest in the people who protected his subjects, and had thereafter decided that he should make monthly records of the progress which had been achieved by the guard. [Alessio]

It was rather obvious that most, if not all, of the officers would have to be dismissed, but choosing whom would stay would be time consuming. Walking to the arrow slit that served as a window, he looked out of it onto the training grounds. There were a lot of raw recruits since the Marquis' coronation, but not enough trustworthy officers to lead them. Perhaps Evoran could sniff around for him, his old friend would not object to that at all. [Karzak]

The Marquis had little issue with the guards about the Barracks as he made his way for the office of the Armsmaster. While most did not recognize his face, the news of the attempt on his life had spread, and the wound on his throat was evidence enough for most of the people who questioned his identity. When he drew in on the double doors of the office, he offered three light taps on the door. As he waited for a response, Alessio withdrew a canteen from one of many holsters in his belt and sipped at the wine within. It was early, and he probably should not have been drinking wine, but he had no other beverage at hand. Wine would have to do. [Alessio]

Turning away from the arrowslit, Karzak paced across his office for a moment. A smoke cloud soon formed around his head as he took furious puffs of his pipe. Walking back around his desk he sits back into his chair and was just about to start back into the papers when someone tapped at the door. A few more minutes away from the pile wouldn't hurt, he thought as he gruffly called, "Enter." [Karzak]

The Marquis grunted as he pulled the heavy oaken door open and stepped into the office of the Armsmaster. "Hello, Karzak," he said as he placed his canteen back inside its designated holster, "how do the days treat you? Well, I hope." Alessio did not wait to be offered a seat, instead taking what looked to be the most comfortable of them almost immediately after entering the office. [Alessio]
Straightening in surprise as the Marquis entered the office Karzak replied quickly, "My Lord! The days treat me fine as they can. What brings you here to my office?" His surprise was so great that he didn't even register that the Marquis has already taken a seat. [Karzak]

Alessio chuckled as he pressed out the wrinkles in his crimson shirt with a free hand. "Please, don't think of me as your superior. We are friends, and what's more, we are equals. You can call me Alessio, I won't be offended." Looking about the office at the various baubles which past Armsmasters had collected, the Marquis smiles. "I'm not going to waste any of your no doubt valuable time. I've come to see the guard." [Alessio]

Widening his eyes in shock at this sudden break in formalities Karzak was left speechless for a moment. Standing he walked back over to the arrow slit until he regained his composure. Turning back around he clasps his hands behind his back. "My L... What part of the guard do you wish to see?" [Karzak]

"I'd like to see all of it, Karzak. All of the men currently employed, including officers. Not all at once, of course, but eventually. Those who aren't on duty right now would be a good place to start, I think," Alessio replied, rising now to press out the wrinkles in his pants. "Can this be arranged? Or is it too inconvenient for you at the moment?" [Alessio]

Nodding slowly Karzak slowly spoke, "It can be arranged easily." Looking at the floor for a moment he notices his pipe, he had not realized he dropped it. He picked it up and tapped the embers out into the stone floor, crushing them with his boot heel as he placed the pipe back into his belt pouch. "I hope it would not inconvenience you if I accompanied you, I need to do a review of the guard and that seems to be as good of a time as any." [Karzak]

"Oh, not at all. In fact, Karzak, I had intended for you to accompany me. You see, I'm not much for the technical aspects. I understand weaponry of course, but having never belonged to a military organization, I fear I don't know a great deal about organization," Alessio paused, "Surely, Irae trains its guards in these things? Formations, and the like?" [Alessio]

"They've been trained in the past and they will continue to be trained well into the future." Karzak replied curtly, slightly offended by the Marquis' doubt. Barking a gruff laugh he continues, "Perhaps we could give you a little training as well, so you will know what Irae's armies are doing on the field." [Karzak]

"It would be nice," came the Marquis' retort, as swift as the dwarf's and just as curt. Turning to face the door, Alessio quickly added, "Well? Let's head for the grounds and have a look, then." [Alessio]

"Yes, that would probably be best." Karzak answered as he opened the door, allowing the Marquis to leave first. Closing the door behind him, they set off for the training ground to inspect the raw recruits. [Karzak]

Opportunity Knocks
February 21st, 2008
Players: Damacy, Alessio
NPCs: Merchant (Damacy)

The Marquis of Irae could not believe his eyes. How long had it been since he took his place in line? A man of noble blood, Alessio could have easily cut before everyone to make his purchase. But it had become a matter of principle to him, to act as one of the people in such situations as this one. Retrieving a small, copper pocket watch from his breast pocket, he glances at the time. It had been three hours since he got into this line, and still the same individual was holding it up. He began to understand the general discontent of the populous. [Alessio]

Damacy smacked his palm on the table and hung his head in shame, "You don't get what I'm telling you," he attempted to sway the merchant "I know that I can get this for far cheaper in Darkhaven!"

The merchant scoffed his way "Then why don't you go back to darkhaven and buy it there!"

Damacy gave out a chuckle and continued to haggle with the man, "Are you telling me that it is safe now in the forest of tears? That you would come with me if I proposed?"

The merchant was furious with the man, at the last word he snapped at Damacy "Fine! I will offer you 50 gold coins, that's all there is to it!"

Damacy thought long and hard over the deal, he held out 25 gold coins and said to the man "This is all I have, but thank you anyways." He took the bag of supplies and went off towards the doors. [Damacy]

More than a few of the patrons behind Damacy offered a great sigh of relief when he turned to leave. One of those patrons, a young man with some form of bauble to sell, moved toward the counter. Still scowling, Alessio preoccupied himself with counting the number of people ahead of him. But this only made matters worse. [Alessio]

Damacy stopped short of the door, almost in mid-step, and looked at the nobleman in line. Having the kindness of heart that he did, he decided to ask the man "Are you looking for something in particular? I can get you out of here in no time." He smirked a little and waited for a response. [Damacy]

"Oh, hmm?" Alessio responded, shaken from his reverie by the rather sudden and unexpected inquiry. "Oh, I just came to pick up my new blade. The smithy told me to seek this man out and get it from him. It's already been paid for." Looking forward once more, he added, "Then again, if there were any way that you could help me in expediting this process, it'd be most appreciated.” [Alessio]

Damacy beamed very bright indeed at this proposition. He snapped his fingers and said "I know just the thing to do." At that moment, Damacy took the man by the arm through the crowds and straight to the merchant at hand.

The merchant sighed very loudly and accosted "What do you want _now_?"

Damacy began to badger the man in persuasive tone "Do you not see that this man is indeed a nobleman from the heart of our fair city? Do you take pride in letting scoundrel like me waste your time, but not allowing those who deserve your service to use it? This man has already even paid for his item, yet you still let him stand in line?”

Damacy turned to the crowd of people that were caught up in his mess and exclaimed "What kind of a person gets their kicks from this?" he then turned to the merchant and glared at him.

The merchant, looking sheepish after this act and the spectacle his store had become in the last half an hour, bowed low to the nobleman and handed him his sword. [Damacy]

The Marquis offered a slight chuckle and accepted his blade. Turning toward his helpful companion, he said, "Thank you. Now, what was it you were trying to purchase?" The merchant moved to object for a moment, but Alessio's raised hand was more than enough to silence him. [Alessio]

Damacy snickered softly and procured a small loaf of bread from the bag he was carrying. "I have friends in the poor quarters who require this for their food, they also do not have the funds to purchase from this shop.

"Oh? Very well, then. If it's for the cause of charity..." Turning again to regard the shop keep, Alessio commands, "Give him five loaves. You will be paid back in full by the treasury at a later date." Again, the merchant attempts to protest, but the Marquis cuts him off early by flashing his signet ring. "You know who I am. Now do as I say." [Alessio]

Damacy looked slightly stunned at this man's generosity, but accepted the gifts none the less, he looked at the man for a moment, thoughtfully, and then questioned.

"I know that you are a nobleman of this City, but I am curious as to your position, what is it you do that you have such power among the people?" [Damacy]

As the loaves were handed to him, he passed them on to Damacy. "I had hoped to avoid such an exchange, as it always raises questions such as these. I am the Marquis of the city, Alessio di Rossetti, at your service." Half-smiling, he adds, "And, because you did me a service, I can be sure that you are a true friend." [Alessio]

Damacy's head seemed to pop a little, as he twitched and rubbed his ear, he was not used to asking favors from such nobility, but the question had to be brought up, "So, you're a very important person indeed. I hate asking favors from people, you know? But, I was wondering if there was any way you could help me find a job, and some income...” He looked down at his feet, and traced patterns in the floor with the toe of his boot. [Damacy]

The young Marquis laughed at Damacy's question, finding it quite amusing. "You've done me a service, friend. And judging by your ability to make somebody look like a total ass in front of a large group, and thus forcing them to do your bidding... Yes, I imagine I have the perfect opening for you, Signore...?" Alessio inquired as to his name. [Alessio]

A loud 'eep!' came from Damacy's lips as he realised there had been no introduction, "I'm very sorry sir, I'm not too keen on formalities, my name is Damacy, Damacy Ma'ker." He tried his hardest to give a chivalrous bow, but it ended up looking a little silly. [Damacy]

Di Rossetti grinned. "You may find this hard to believe, but before I arrived in this city, I was much the same way. I tell you, having an actual position of influence can ruin a man. Now it's silk sheets, fresh cream and fresh bread for me. I miss my travels, when I'd be lucky to have a stale loaf to pick at!" [Alessio]

A laugh came from Damacy heartily, he looked around and saw that everything had returned to normal as to the operation of the shop, he said to Alessio, "perhaps that's something I need. I've been on the road for far too long, since I can remember."

Glancing at his pocket watch again, Alessio nods. "Do you have an address, Damacy Ma'Ker? I've got a position in mind, but I will need to hold a quick council before all is said and done. If everyone is in agreement over the promotion, it is likely you will receive correspondence as soon as tomorrow in regards to your future career." [Alessio]

Looking back up at Alessio, Damacy squinted narrowly and said "The thing is, I don't really have a home, I've been living on the streets and hiding out in cathedrals for a very long time now. I've never had a place of refuge." He began to break off some of the bread that he had haggled over and offered a piece to Alessio. [Damacy]

Alessio accepts, and between bites, declares, "That simply won't do. No, no, no. I'll tell you what. No matter what comes of the meeting, you will be gainfully employed by the end of this week. Therefore, I am willing to rent a room of my villa out to you for the time being, on the agreement that you repay me when you have the coin. Fair?" [Alessio]

A hasty nod and a bright smile followed Alessio's words, "I am very confident in my ability to enchant the souls of mortals, I am in your debt, and that means I would do anything to keep our friendship. I agree to repay you for your troubles." Damacy then offered a hand to Alessio. [Damacy]

Alessio took the hand in a firm grasp. "Well met, then, Signore Ma'Ker. And here," retrieving one of many signet rings from his cloak's inside pocket, he offers it to Damacy. "This will get you past the guard and into the Villa proper. Leave your name with my doorman and I will give you the tour myself." [Alessio]



Damacy admired the ring he had been given, poring over every detail with awe, he wore it on his hand and gave a quick nod of his head to Alessio. "I will remember everything you have said to me today, and I will have a quick view of your villa later on tonight. I am grateful beyond expression for all you have done for me." Damacy smiles softly and gives a much more proper bow to his comrade.

"I've done nothing for you, friend. You've proven yourself a worthwhile addition to my court. I believe we will make excellent colleagues. Now, if you don't mind, I must be off to send a missive to my tutor. I am to learn the finer art of this blade over the next few fortnights," returning the bow with one of his own, Alessio turns to leave. "Fare well for now, Signore." [Alessio]

Damacy stepped aside to let Alessio pass, and stood inside the shop thinking about the future, his future. He is awakened from his dazed state by an angry rotarian who pushes him aside in his bustle. Damacy is reminded of where he is and sticks his tongue out at the shopkeeper, then runs off into the streets. [Damacy]

Plans Unfurled
February 10th, 2008
Players: Deasthrom, Alessio

Summary: On a cold evening, the Black Knight lays a wicked trap for Irae's Marquis.

It was a chilly night, but this did not stop the sickly Marquis from wandering onto his balcony in his night robe. His hair was a mess, locks left uncleansed and allowed to drift in whatever direction they so desired. In recent weeks, he had suffered through a severe lack of sleep. This was due, in part, to his illness, but primarily due to the fear of whomever had threatened his life over a fortnight ago. In spite of this fear, he refused to carry a weapon, relying instead on the ability of those guards who had been assigned to his Villa and the wards placed upon it by Talisha's wizards. None of these, however, were set to deal with the undead. [Alessio]

Voluminous ribbons of sordid light shred through the Black Knight's window, as the sashaying curtains fly apart. His ungloved hand clenches a blade covered in a putrescent-green wax, and the other still clenches the tassel. A thirteen-pointed star, written in the archaic geometry of perfect circles and slopes, emblazoned on the floor bears witness to his silent work. The wound still wet at his inner-forearm, Deasthrom's blood graces the inner star, encircled in finger-smudged lettering forming the words "IA NOCTIS TENE OMBRIS" spiraling inward. The light of the room, fading, paints itself a flat black like burnished polish. His blanch teeth draw with a crackle of his lips, exhaling the words - "Arise, come to me, your master commands you. Arise!" Following, his slow chanting of a hissing, "arise, arise, arise" substantiates the form of a black shadow as though a window broke between planes. The figure begins to take form, and the willpower seeps from the black knight throughout the villa - the very scent of uneasiness piquing the sense of all within, the ritual begun. [Deasthrom]

In spite of his slight madness, even the Marquis could not avoid the sense of unrest that was creeping across the grounds of the Villa. The hairs along the nape of his neck stood on edge, and not because of the cold. His hand instinctively sunk to where his scabbard would be, had he been out in the wild. Finding no solace here, it moves toward his shoulder, anticipating the soft embrace of his arrows' fledging, but finding nothing except cold air. The realization that he is alone and unarmed paralyzes him, rooting him to the cold stone of the balcony and forcing him to play spectator to whatever events the cold night still has to offer. [Alessio]

The Black Knight's body drapes across the tablet of his bedchamber, the stone lip of his concealed tomb leaning his limbs back with an air of decadence. His concentration leaves the bonds of his fleshy prison, focused on the arrival of his newest accomplice in the realm of shadows. A serpent-like worm, funneling outward from the eye of a black chasm, extends its teeth with wet, hungry rattles of impatient teeth. Rising in a serpentine dance of twists and turning, the lamprey folds and flops over to sup from the spilled blood below it. In an instant the dried remains of color are even gone, the creature's dance swelling with desire for blood, the will of its summoner embedded within it. Rising frailly, Deasthrom commandeers the beast to seek its completion – the half-potent work would only seek its target immediately if it were truly transubstantiated. His body adjusting to the weight of some fringe of mortality, the dark knight's blade-ensnaring hand raises the knife's counterbalance to the sky. The shadow puppet dissolves into the thinness of lightlessness. [Deasthrom]

The uneasiness that envelops the Villa has not passed, but the fear which had frozen the Marquis has. Taking steps toward his chambers, Alessio plans to arm himself with one of the myriad of old blades contained therein. Though they are old, some dulled and damaged by time and misuse, any armament would serve better than nothing. As he creeps toward the wall on which the weapons are displayed, he hears a soft rapping on the chamber door and the voice of a servant, "Is everything well, Signore?" This offering is met with the hoarse voice of the Marquis, stating simply, "Yes." Awaiting the soft patter of departing footsteps before bringing down one of the many swords the wall has to offer, he turns his eyes back to the balcony. To any onlookers, they would seem changed, perhaps a touch more determined, carrying more purpose within them. By any measure, their emptiness is gone, replaced now with a will to survive. [Alessio]

Fading, and gone from sight, the lamprey eel slips between the framework of the villa towards its host - borne into the world of mortals for one purpose, to devour them. Deasthrom himself steps within the circle of power. Raising his arms to the celestial stars, the black knight's appearance becomes that of the beast idolized by his own mind. A sharp contrast to his now seemingly softer former expression, every highlight of his aura enshadowed. With the umbraneous forge churning at his feet, veiling his steps in a vortex of real, pitch dark, the knight's footsteps trail silently with the snaking substance - the same as his creation, which even now hangs perilously to the villa walls. As the lamprey crests the doorway within the Marquis' chambers, passing over the eave weightlessly and through the thinnest crevice of its hinges, it expands on the other side – seeking concealment, coiled in the darkness of the balcony's table. The faintest shadowplay moves with the ease of the Marquis - the creature desiring his own blood, and with no other purpose. A sense of childish fear, death from the unknown dark, crosses the guards as the beast passes. Not only the thoughts of his creature speak to the Black Knight, his imagination brimming with the typical looks of mortal fear choked down by stupidity, fear of the unknown and the repression of knowing - just by simply looking, their fear would fade, but never the threat. His gloved hand seizes a carafe of vital fluid, chilled in a pockmark of ice - pouring this down his throat, the blood spilling across his corporeal front and down his throat across his face. Scintillating gasps ease out of his throat, the color flushing over him and spilling across the circle - his body taking no form, the blood once staining him falling as rain. The metamorphosis complete, the Black Knight settled to his task. [Deasthrom]

Electing to take one of the foreign blades from the wall, Alessio's hand grasps the scabbard and pulls it free of the display. A short moment after, the soft ring of steel being freed from its prison and the dancing of moonlight off the dulled blade signal that the Marquis is now armed. He casts aside the container, a soft thud resounding as it strikes the floor, muffled only slightly by the carpet. "Come," he taunts the night as he brandishes the katana, his stance wholly improper for such a weapon. It is clear that he is not educated in the art of the blade, but any hand could potentially bring such a weapon to bear with deadly force. "Come and meet your fate," he shouts, the weakness in his voice betraying his inaptitude. [Alessio]

The echoing words falling into his ploy, the Black Knight raises his dagger towards the sky - the transition perfect, a feat no other retainer of the Rose had ever accomplished. Surely, having pulled living flesh within the void, and returned it to its humble self, while remaining there in element - he had known it to be possible, but not attempted until now. Without the burden of metal blades, and the blessings of poisons, this would be his finest hour of cunning. It was clear to Deasthrom what he would do, and it had been no choice of his since the beginning. Whether or not the Marquis survived, well, that was not of any concern. There was certainly enough for him to fail defending against. Still, it seemed to him that it was unfair to take the life of such a fearful mind. It seemed below the mark of artwork, and more akin to his servitude of the guild. There had been more lifetimes repeating themselves with new innovations, surely. His thoughts carried him in a separate path than that of his pet – the lamprey slithering silently in a circulation, minute compared to what it would become. The plan would play perfectly, he thought as his shadowy arms pulled him through the gaps of the closed window, lifting him along the walls in the night sky. His figure descended at an angle, fitting to the flatness of the Spanish rooftop and gliding effortlessly towards the balcony - slipping through the backs of turned guards, his hideous first impression enough to send them into a mortal panic. There was the sound of the Marquis' cries dying in the night air, ringing in his sharp-turned ears. A smile wouldn't break his concentration, he decided, as he stopped – standing at the balcony's alcove. His pet sought out the wall, blackening it entirely around a lit lamp - noticeably to even the spiritually blind. [Deasthrom]

The Marquis' pulse quickened with his fear. The feeling of impending menace was enough to set him on edge, but the blackness! It had not even struck him at first, as the worm took its place on his wall, blocking the lantern-light from casting any glow about it. But then, as in a sudden revelation, it came: the flame within burned as well as always, but the wall was concealed in a thick black! His sword-arm fell limp, the blade, though dull, still cut softly into the rug beneath. A soft tearing sound cut through the otherwise silent chamber, and was followed by the sounds of a deep breath as the Marquis tried to regain his false courage. "Who is there? Speak, foul spirit! I've had enough of your game!" he commands, his tone frail, his cowardice plain for all to see. [Alessio]

The sight unfolded before his mind's eye, Deasthrom peered ahead envisioning what stirred under his heels. With its teeth biting into the form of itself, the lamprey turns itself in twain without interrupting its colour - a shape of a nude woman, spread arms-open invitingly to the Marquis from the wall - as though it were a great portal of darkness, from another realm. She looks to him with such a look of longing and weakness herself, nearly doubling in exasperation to reach him, to touch him, to be with him - nearly tripping over her own naked legs, stumbling broadly forward. The Black Knight smiled at this torture, the lamprey squirming in ripples as his second pet-like shadow slides through as a ghost upon the wall. [Deasthrom]

If anything could be said of the Marquis, it would be that he had always been a womanizer. The illusion fooled him easily, and he took slow steps towards it, almost as if he were charmed by some form of spell or another. His fear was replaced with desires most foul, and his lips curved into a twisted smile almost in that instant. His pleasure was apparent. "A moment, my love," he speaks to the image, as if hypnotized by it. Disregarding his own safety, he approached, his hands outstretched and reaching for the woman and his eyes betraying his innermost thoughts. [Alessio]

The snare placed her arms low first, around the Marquis and then up over his shoulders - her back arching as she squeezed him like a vice. As the Black Knight lowered down, the dagger held at his fingertips lowered. A tendril of shadowy make slips its way along the walls, towards the great doors where the guards remain indoors, snapping down the latch and holding it uncannily fast. An ear-splitting cry sounds as the lamprey splits the wall with a row of teeth, its behemoth maw charging from the wall. Its lunge drives itself to bite him down the middle, as if it were a great dragon seeking to tear him in half - the knife seeing to its short trip downward, with a flick from Deasthrom. [Deasthrom]

As soon as the snare drew him in and gripped him, Alessio knew that something was terribly wrong. Almost instinctively, he began to struggle. With the shriek of the worm, he started to thrash about, in an attempt to break free. But it was all to no avail. The Marquis began to scream, his voice trembling with fear as the worm took flight, its fangs gleaming, ready to rip into-- and likely, through-- his torso. "Help me! For God's sake, someone, help me!" he cried, but he heard no answer. It seemed as though, in a moment, he would be dead, devoured alive by some unseen force. But it was not the sting of dozens of fangs he felt, instead, he suffered only a single bite on his back, near his kidney, as the thrown blade found its mark. Alessio continued to cry, trembling now, his night robe soaked with sweat and other, less desirable bodily fluids, his mind rattled with terror. [Alessio]

Into the night, the shadows fade before the very eyes of the Marquis – the temptress and the eel-worm dissipating, as the pounding guards set their voices to rally. "The door, Signoir!" Their battering arms crash through, landing flat as the door swings with ease, the latch slipping open. The Black Knight's recoiling figure pulls along the slim line of darkness holding his weapon, absolving it within his palm. Across the roof-flat, Deasthrom's ungloved hand sheathed his void-bound weapon into the belt around his waist. He silently held himself away from the villa, close along the eave of the house at its lowers angle to the side. There, crouched into the nape of a shadowy recess - the corner across from where his own chamber lay to the northeastern side, across the balcony – he listened in for the gentle reminder of his handiwork, playing upon the Marquis. [Deasthrom]

With nothing restraining him, the Marquis fell immediately to the floor, where he was left to thrash about violently and of his own accord. In his mind, he was still fighting with the woman, attempting to break free from her grip and escape whatever creature it was that was coming to kill him. Even as the guards broke into the chamber, Alessio was laying there, trembling and uttering nonsensical phrases about devils and creatures of the night. He lay in a pool of his own urine, mingled with sweat, blood, and perhaps a few tears, and the guards could do nothing but wonder what it was that happened to their beloved Marquis. [Alessio]

A New Keeper for the Raven
May 11th, 2008
Players: Tarmalon, Alessio

Summary: Tarmalon requests ownership of the Moon Raven following the death of Mordren Thral'Athos, and the still-recovering Marquis permits it.

The door to the Tavern opens and the dwarf steps in, letting the door close behind him as he surveys the tavern. He nods when he sees the Marquis already inside, and walks over to his table. He nods in greeting and gestures in asking to take a seat, Marcello rushes over and hands the dwarf a mug of his preferred ale from the establishment then bustles off. [Tarmalon]

The Marquis looked unseemly and sullen. His hair was a tangled, filthy mess, and his eyes were sunken to an almost inhuman depth, with great purple bags beneath. Slunched back in his chair, Alessio could hardly keep his head up in his fatigue and weakness. Even still, and perhaps remarkably so, his head was clear enough to realize precisely why he had come to the Song and Spirits. He was here to sign over the deed to the Moon Raven, to a man named Tarmalon... or was it an elf? Oh well. He would know soon enough. [Alessio]

The dwarf clears his throat, "Scuse me, Marquis? Ay' be Tarmalon Darkstone... believe we's has a meeting?" Then, not entirely politely, but probably as polite as a dwarf drinking gets, he slurps down his ale. [Tarmalon]

The Marquis offered his approximation of a nod, his head flopping lazily in no particular direction, and his chin smacking against his chest with an audible 'click' (likely the striking of his teeth against themselves) during each rotation. "We do..." he finally speaks, his voice slow and soft, almost like a mumble, "You are Malon?" [Alessio]

Tarmalon pulls out a chair and sits across from the Marquis. "Ay sir. Tarmalon Darkstone. Ay wish to acquire the Moon Raven Tavern." He seems slightly curious as to the Marquis strange behavior, he doesn't remember him acting this way in their previous meeting... He keeps quiet and waves for a round of ale. [Tarmalon]

"Raven, right," Alessio mutters as he reaches into his waist jacket and withdraws a number of old papers, placing them on the table. "Deeds. City Council keeps them all locked up. The first three are from prior owners, the final two will be yours... one for you, one for us. Please sign them both." The Marquis raised his arm lazily and signals to one of the wenches, and a few moments later the girl delivers a small inkwell with a sharp tipped quill.

"There ya are, sires," the serving girl says with a curtsey before retreating to her previous post. [Alessio]

Tarmalon blinks surprised. He squints at the pages, making sure they don't say anything too outrageous and then signs both pages. He looks up at the Marquis, 'It be dat simple?'

The Marquis leans toward the dwarf and summons up what little wits he has about him to whisper, with whiskey-laced words, "The Raven is not the most pres..." his speech is broken with a belch and a yawn, and then he continues, "prestigious place. Lots of trouble. Murder. Thievery. But I'm sure such a strong-looking man as yourself would be able to straighten it out." Alessio chuckles slightly at the thought before once more reclining against the back of the chair. [Alessio]

The dwarf chuckles as well, he knows he's being mocked in some fashion, but because the Marquis does not know him it really does not bother him too much. He had thought long and hard about this. "Ay'm sure ay be able to handle meself, may be a bit rocky at first, but ay'll make 'er me home." Tarmalon finishes his ale, "Well... 'smuch as Ay enjoy drinkin, ay'm sure an important feller like yourself has things ter do.. an' Ay gots me a tavern to clean up." He slides the second signed copy to the Marquis and carfully folds and tucks his copy into his breastplate. [Tarmalon]

The human offers a half-smile and a mock salute before he attempts to stand, but he finds himself back in his seat after a spell of dizziness assails him. Trying to pass it off as something other than what it actually was, Alessio chuckles nervously and states, "Damned knee... always sore nowadays." [Alessio]

Tarmalon frowns slightly, "Did yer want a hand somewheres? Or should Ay' just let yer rest 'er off?"

The Marquis' eyes nearly popped with genuine surprise at the dwarf's offer. As he regains his composure, he shakes his head. "No, no, not necessary. Just a little tired. I'll make it home. You should go and tend to your new business." [Alessio]

Tarmalon nods curtly, "’Ave a good night sir." He gets up slowly and waddles out the door of the Tavern.

Dirty Deeds...
May 27th, 2008
Players: Tsaen, Alessio

Summary: Alessio decides to resolve an old score, once and for all, and recruits the mysterious drow Tsaen to do the dirty work.

A subtle yet steady scrape of steel upon cobblestone heralds the arrival of this numbly wandering traveler. His eye faintly burns in the darkness, an amethyst beacon amidst shadow and night.

Carrying a large maul of faintly gleaming metal, this drow sniffs the air and looks around, his countenance unpleasant and his demeanor focused. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. I am in no mood for games." His voice sounds of gravel and contempt, the hiss of his breath sharp in the otherwise quiet air. [Tsaen]

From the darkness came a figure, draped in a tight-fitting vest and long, flowing cloak of deepest brown. His hood was drawn to conceal his face, and he wore scarlet gloves on his hands, one of which grasped a rune-inscribed and seemingly foreign blade.

"I didn't ask you to come for play, but rather for business," the Marquis' voice replies, soft enough that many of his words were lost amidst the heavy gusts which danced along the abandoned wharf. "I've heard from sources that I consider quite reliable, that you have some talent with that weapon of yours." A scarlet-clad finger from Alessio's free hand points to the maul. "Am I mistaken?" [Alessio]

Tsaen rests the maul's head on the stones at his feet and rests the haft against his shoulder. "I don't carry decorations." His lips curl into a smile, grim as it may be. "I have some talent, as you say. What business do you propose?"

The slightest of grins creased the human's hidden features as he planted the tip of his blade in the decaying wood underfoot with a sudden thrust. "There are a number of individuals who have slighted the people of this City, myself included," begins Alessio as he scans the expanse which surrounds them. Confident that they are alone, he brushes the hood of his cloak back with a single hand and continues.

"What I would ask of you is to settle their accounts with Irae, however you see fit. Just be sure that they don't return to this city, and you'll collect a substantial reward. Fair?" [Alessio]

Listening intently, the drow grins as the words fade in the air. "Substantial reward for bashing in a few skulls? This is a job I can get behind." He scratches his face, a finger idly stroking the mask. "Seems fair and fun. Who are they?" [Tsaen]

"A pair of noblemen, a merchant, and a member of the city guard. And I would have them dispatched in that order, if you will," the Marquis answers as he retrieves a small pouch which he had clasped to the inside of his cloak. He shakes the pouch heavily, and its contents ring out. "Thirteen pieces of gold for the first, and I will double it for the next, and then I will double that sum for the third, and so forth, until the job is done." [Alessio]

Tsaen nods and grins. "Sounds fair. If it's particularly fun, I might even forego payment. Do they need to be quietly removed, or publicly?"
Tsaen scratches his face again, his mouth hanging open as if to ask more. With an audible click, he shuts his mouth and shrugs, leaving the rest unsaid.

"Your preference, though I'm certain that the job would be easier if done quietly, and I will swear that I have no knowledge of you, should you be apprehended by the city guard while going about this business," Alessio responds. "Of that much, I am sure you were already aware." [Alessio]

Tsaen grins and nods. "Honestly, Sir, I think it best you have no knowledge of me unless you have direct need for me. And I'll certainly have no knowledge of you unless in your presence." He shrugs again. "I can get out of scrapes with the law, I just hate having to leave behind good work." He stretches and grips the hammer's haft. "A list of names? Or do I only have those few words to go on?" [Tsaen]

Alessio shakes his head in response to the second of the inquiries. "No lists, but the first that I would have for you is named Ignati Van Bellia. He was our former Trademeister, and you'll likely find him drinking in the Moon Raven, or somewhere thereabouts, for the better half of his days." Grinning again, the Marquis adds, "I would be willing to pay slightly more to see him dead, after the job is done." [Alessio]

Tsaen nods. "I think I can transport the body to your manor without too much suspicion."

Tsaen scratches his cheek again. "I'll start with him and find you for the next." He nods and rests the maul on his shoulder. "Anything else that might help?"

"When not at the Raven, I suspect that he still resides within his old estate, near the Marina on the west end of the City." Shaking his head, Alessio is clearly baffled about something. "How he manages to afford that property without the large sums of money he was stealing from our coffers, I wouldn't know. Perhaps you could get that from him before he meets his untimely end." [Alessio]

Tsaen nods and grins. "Simple enough. People are often very willing to talk after you've shattered both legs and are threatening to do the arms."

Laughing, the Marquis tosses the bag of coins to the drow. "Then we have ourselves an agreement. I trust you know the way to my villa, hmm? Come and seek me out the night after the job is done, and I'll have another name for you." Alessio replaces his hood and yanks his blade from the wharf. [Alessio]

Tsaen nods and tucks the small pouch into his belt, turning and walking back towards the Villa, the steady, subtle scrape of steel on stone the only sound of his passing.

The Marquis watches as the drow departs before he takes a seat at the edge of the wharf. Removing his boots, he lets his legs hang limply off the side, and allows his feet to rest in the cold water below. "Excellent," Alessio says to himself with a smile. "Most excellent." [Alessio]

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