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Post by The GM on Dec 25, 2015 5:41:59 GMT
Tomorrow the city of Isthon will be in an uproar over the death of Archon Adgurus Sallis Varcillos. It will be a great tragedy for most, the new up and coming mage from the college of Ylara found dead in the bay. But there are some that will know it was justice done. The sun is setting a deep red as five nightblades each gradually fill the small room of their safehouse. Each having taken their own way back from the scene of the kill to avoid suspicion. Despite the size of the room it is quite well furnished, with a large round table, a pair of plush leather chairs situated to look out the one window of the room, and even a cabinet filled with several different kinds of wine and liquor. Five beds occupy the room beneath this one, each with its own chest where the nightblades may keep their personal effects, and a week’s worth of supplies. The young Archon won’t be missed until tomorrow morning, so there is a little time to relax and celebrate a job well done before leaving town.
(We can start here once everyone has posted their character sheets)
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 16:58:39 GMT
Laskaris walks in and goes to take a seat at the table, kicking off his books with a grunt. He leans back, grumbling to himself as he scratches at his gruff. He throws back his hood and tries to relax but can still feel his blood pumping wildly throughout his veins. He bitterly waits for the others to show up.
(Just a little thing to note if any of you are wanting to make jokes, Laskaris is blind in one eye. Has two lovely scars down his left. Don't know if I mentioned it)
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Prologue
Dec 28, 2015 17:03:31 GMT
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Post by abrus on Dec 28, 2015 17:03:31 GMT
Galyn struts in and finds a seat next to Laskaris. "Stressed old friend? I hear that stress is bad on the body. Perhaps you should do some breathing exercises while we wait." She chuckles to herself.
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 17:08:16 GMT
Galyn struts in and finds a seat next to Laskaris. "Stressed old friend? I hear that stress is bad on the body. Perhaps you should do some breathing exercises while we wait." She chuckles to herself. |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 17:10:39 GMT
Laskaris walks in and goes to take a seat at the table, kicking off his books with a grunt. He leans back, grumbling to himself as he scratches at his gruff. He throws back his hood and tries to relax but can still feel his blood pumping wildly throughout his veins. He bitterly waits for the others to show up.
(Just a little thing to note if any of you are wanting to make jokes, Laskaris is blind in one eye. Has two lovely scars down his left. Don't know if I mentioned it)
"Thought I had the most direct route here. You never fail to surprise me. You have a crystal ball in that fucked up socket?" |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 17:12:27 GMT
Galyn struts in and finds a seat next to Laskaris. "Stressed old friend? I hear that stress is bad on the body. Perhaps you should do some breathing exercises while we wait." She chuckles to herself. |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 17:13:28 GMT
Laskaris walks in and goes to take a seat at the table, kicking off his books with a grunt. He leans back, grumbling to himself as he scratches at his gruff. He throws back his hood and tries to relax but can still feel his blood pumping wildly throughout his veins. He bitterly waits for the others to show up.
(Just a little thing to note if any of you are wanting to make jokes, Laskaris is blind in one eye. Has two lovely scars down his left. Don't know if I mentioned it)
"Thought I had the most direct route here. You never fail to surprise me. You have a crystal ball in that fucked up socket?" |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 17:19:01 GMT
Orthos strides in calmly, locking the door thrice behind him. The others know the locks. He takes a quick survey of the room, scouring the area for something, ANYTHING amiss. Old habits die hard. Finally, he sighs and goes to stand behind one of the chairs, not bothering to look at Laskaris directly. After a long pause, he speaks in his rough and rather damaged voice.
"Thought I had the most direct route here. You never fail to surprise me. You have a crystal ball in that fucked up socket?" |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 17:22:12 GMT
"Ha! My eye is still in there ass hole." He says dryly. "And what the hell? Is it pick on Laskaris day? Fuck." |
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Prologue
Dec 28, 2015 17:25:51 GMT
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Post by abrus on Dec 28, 2015 17:25:51 GMT
Galyn struts in and finds a seat next to Laskaris. "Stressed old friend? I hear that stress is bad on the body. Perhaps you should do some breathing exercises while we wait." She chuckles to herself. She leans in her chair and rests her feet on the table. "After the job was well and done Orthos. Why stick around with a dead body?" |
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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 17:27:20 GMT
Laskaris walks in and goes to take a seat at the table, kicking off his books with a grunt. He leans back, grumbling to himself as he scratches at his gruff. He throws back his hood and tries to relax but can still feel his blood pumping wildly throughout his veins. He bitterly waits for the others to show up.
(Just a little thing to note if any of you are wanting to make jokes, Laskaris is blind in one eye. Has two lovely scars down his left. Don't know if I mentioned it)
"Thought I had the most direct route here. You never fail to surprise me. You have a crystal ball in that fucked up socket?"Something did feel a bit... off today to you Orthos. |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 17:27:46 GMT
He chuckles. "Every day is pick on Laskaris day and you damn well know it. You tell us so every time we meet." |
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Post by Viasio on Dec 28, 2015 17:29:54 GMT
Orthos strides in calmly, locking the door thrice behind him. The others know the locks. He takes a quick survey of the room, scouring the area for something, ANYTHING amiss. Old habits die hard. Finally, he sighs and goes to stand behind one of the chairs, not bothering to look at Laskaris directly. After a long pause, he speaks in his rough and rather damaged voice.
"Thought I had the most direct route here. You never fail to surprise me. You have a crystal ball in that fucked up socket?" Something did feel a bit... off today to you Orthos.
(Shall I roll Notice?) |
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Post by The GM on Dec 28, 2015 17:30:55 GMT
Something did feel a bit... off today to you Orthos.
(Shall I roll Notice?)(You may) |
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Post by RoseMarie on Dec 28, 2015 17:33:30 GMT
"Every time I'm bloody well drunk. You know better than to listen to me then." |
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