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| Castle Aldra; The Lady Iona and her minions reside here. | |
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| Tasha the Gypsy | Dec 12 2013, 01:33 PM Post #1 |
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Iona Kaland seemed to be studying the map that lay in front of her, but her thoughts were not on the mountains and towns drawn on the piece of parchment. Whatever she was thinking had her so absorbed that she didn't even hear the door open. A tall man with sandy blond hair, obviously a warrior of some kind, entered. "Lady Iona?" he asked, seeing she didn't notice his entrance. Iona looked up, her train of thoughts broken for the moment. "Ah Taan, have a seat." she said, motioning to a chair, "How are things in the castle these days?" she asked. "Busier than usual." replied Taan, sitting in the offered chair, "We're expecting an emissary from some foreign country to arrive. Still, I'm sure you already knew that, seeing that you have eyes and ears everywhere." he said with a dark smile. "I think you're beginning to know me too well Taan." said Iona with a smile to match his. "It's a good thing I know you will always be loyal to me alone. Things might get messy if I didn't." she added as she casually picked up one of her small pistols off of the table where it lay, and began polishing the shining metal of the barrel. She lifted her eyes from the gun and met Taan's gaze, danger lurking in their purple depths. "Very messy indeed." |
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| Captain_Riposte | Mar 30 2014, 10:45 PM Post #21 |
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Count Wallach's pen froze mid-sentence as he felt cold steel lay across his throat. Resignedly he flipped over the pen to point feather-first to the stone wall and laid it gently on the desk. His body tensed for just a moment, but he forced himself to relax his muscles; if he had a chance at escaping the intruder's clutches, he would need ever fiber to remain as loose as possible for swift action. But for now, the intruder had the upper hand; he would play. The demand's came from a woman's voice. A very angry woman's voice. The kind of angry that possesses a she-cat when she hisses and arches her back to strike. She wanted something. A medallion. He knew exactly the one. But only he knew where it was, and she did not. Therefore, killing him was not in her best interest. He decided to draw out conversation; perhaps he could learn something more of this woman to discern her connection to both himself and the medallion. "There are many jewels in Aldra Castle, and all share this in common: that the theft of any one of them bears the same penalty: Death." |
| "Truth is truth to the end of reckoning." ~ William Shakespeare's "Measure for Measure" V.I.4 | |
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| The Inkweaver | Mar 31 2014, 12:27 AM Post #22 |
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Chanka did not relax her hold when the man spoke. She kept her bone knife pressed against his throat. Human blood rushed like liquid fire from the deepwater vents through her skin. "It is not a jewel I want," She seethed. "Only the medallion. Tell me quickly where it is or I will kill you and tear this castle apart stone by stone till I find it." Chanka knew she had the advantage; she was taller and stronger than the largest human. These puny creatures could not hurt her. She knew from years of dealing with the treacherous species that the Count's indirectness was only a ploy to perhaps delay his demise until he could find a weakness to exploit. No doubt he thought that she needed him to tell her where the medallion was, and so it was too risky to be impulsive and just kill him if he did not answer her. He thought wrong. |
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| Captain_Riposte | Mar 31 2014, 03:46 PM Post #23 |
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Count Wallach remained sitting very still in the clutches of the intruder. He took a deep breath, as if in resignation. His next words he chose carefully. "Madame, if you wish for me to help you, I need more information about this...medallion: For example, if it is made of silver or gold, as well as any...features that separate it from the rest of Lady Iona's treasures here." Edited by Captain_Riposte, Mar 31 2014, 03:47 PM.
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| "Truth is truth to the end of reckoning." ~ William Shakespeare's "Measure for Measure" V.I.4 | |
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| The Inkweaver | Mar 31 2014, 04:35 PM Post #24 |
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Time was running out. Chanka grabbed the Count by his black velvet collar and hauled him upright. Still keeping her grip on his collar and her dagger at his throat, she moved so that she could look him in the eye. "I do not want your help, human, I want the blasted medallion! Enough questions!" She raged. Her voice rose in pitch, and she could feel water escaping from her eyelids and running down her cheeks. "I care not for this Lady of whom you speak. I was told you had a medallion--one you took from someone long ago--and now I have need of it! I swear, if the next words out of your mouth are not the location of the medallion, I will kill you!" Edited by The Inkweaver, Mar 31 2014, 05:14 PM.
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| Captain_Riposte | Apr 2 2014, 12:08 AM Post #25 |
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The Count winced as the intruder jerked him from his seat by the collar. His booted feet kicked about, then hung dangling in empty space; he hung like a coat on a rack. Count Wallach could see the woman, now; his eyes widened, his only sign of fear. She was huge, at least eight feet tall. How such a mass of flesh, bone, and sinew could have entered his room undetected astounded him. The Count's tongue felt ten time larger as he opened his dried mouth to speak, but he paused at the sound of...singing. "Count Waaaaaaally! Wally? Wally, Wally, Wally! Count Waaaaaaally!" The Count's words came in a rush--the woman was beyond delaying tactics, now, and the madman in the corridor could seal his death the Count didn't produce an answer before the door opened. "I don't have it," said the Count. "I hired a specialist to fetch it, and she never finished the job!" "Wally, I hear you in there! Don't make me come and--" The door burst open and a tall, gaunt, mustached man dressed in scarlet and black froze in the doorway, an awkward grin on his face. "Grandma, what big feet you have..." Edited by Captain_Riposte, Apr 2 2014, 12:16 AM.
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| "Truth is truth to the end of reckoning." ~ William Shakespeare's "Measure for Measure" V.I.4 | |
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| The Inkweaver | Apr 2 2014, 12:47 AM Post #26 |
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Chanka's heart twisted in her gut at the Count's words. Not here! The infernal Skystone-Man had sent her on a fool's errand! A wild-narwhal chase! "Wally, I hear you in there! Don't make me come and--" The door burst open and a tall, gaunt, mustached man dressed in scarlet and black froze in the doorway, an awkward grin on his face. "Grandma, what big feet you have..." Chanka froze, her arm growing fatigued from holding a full-grown man in the air. The newcomer was behind her. The window was on her left--but it was too far away. Could she risk releasing the Count and turning her back on him to face this new man? Chanka brought her knife away from the Count's throat and lowered him till his boots touched the floor, but kept a hold on his collar. She turned and brandished the long bone-dagger carved from the rib of a whale at the second man, pushing the Count slightly in front of her like a shield. |
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| The Inkweaver | Jun 6 2014, 12:13 AM Post #27 |
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Down below, the gala for Sir Thales was in full swing. Lady Iona fairly floated among the guests, chatting, laughing, and smiling. She sailed over to the guest of honor and stood behind him, catching his eye with a wave of her fan. "Is everything to your liking, sir?" she asked. The emissary nodded vigorously, almost landing his plumed cap in the plate before him. "Oh yes, Milady, very nice indeed. But you implied there would be others here willing to negotiate places in our treaty as well?" Lady Iona nodded. Her dark hair fairly glistened in the light of so man lanterns. "Yes, I have some of my closest friends--for our agreement is such a deep secret that only those whom I trust completely may know of it--attending our council, Count Wallach and his chief military officer, Sir Reginald. They have lands and armies of their own, which will only make our combined forces the more unstoppable!" She spoke with such vigor, and such a bright gleam in her enchanting, exotic eyes that Sir Thales felt himself completely under her thrall. "By all means," he murmured, "Haste the hour when I meet these ones." "You will soon," Lady Iona promised. "I do believe Sir Reginald, at the behest of the Count, arranged for the wine served during our meeting to come from His Grace's personal cellar--if that gives you any indication of what sort of man he is." Sir Thales raised a goblet of Lady Iona's wine and toasted her before draining the cup. "I shall know for certain only when I have tasted it, now that I have had my share of your good wine to compare it with," he hinted broadly. Lady Iona smiled all the more. "Oh, sir! If this is any indication of your skill as a negotiator, I fear I may yet lose all power to you!" She laughed lightly, inwardly repulsed by the hungry looks Thales gave her as he chortled drunkenly. "Very well," she told him. Summoning a servant, she commanded, "Please go and retrieve the bottle of wine set aside for--ah, that is, from Count Wallach in the cellar. Sir Thales wishes to sample it before the negotiations commence." The servant bowed and departed to obey the words of his mistress. Lilith, the serving-girl, stepped up discreetly behind her mistress' chair. "If I may, your Ladyship," she whispered, "Ought the Count and the Captain be here by now?" Lady Iona's eyes flashed purple fire as she glared at the maid. "Of course they should, idiot! Go and find them--but say nothing of the wine." Lilith nodded and left the banquet hall. IN THE INTEREST OF TIME AND PROGRESS..... Chanka stumbled blindly across the grass as Castle Aldra burned behind her. LIAR!! Her thoughts willed themselves to the wind and the man who had sent her on this fool's errand in the first place with all the force of a typhoon. FILTH! MUCKSPAWN! LIAR!! The wind that came back swept over her almost apologetically, battering her from several different directions as if it could not make up its mind. Ahem, what? Er, I didn't... Did you find the medallion? "No, I didn't, you brainless squid!" she snarled back. "It's not here!" Oh dear, I don't suppose you found out where it could possibly be-- "No!" Chanka stopped and listened as the Count's forces and Lady Iona's soldiers united (a result never intended by their commanders) in pursuit of a common quarry: her! "You'll have to find it yourself, idiot!" She turned to run from her pursuers, back to the safety of the harbor town, when the ground beneath her gave a great heave. Chanka was thrown onto her face, where the thought of Gondu and the likelihood of his death removed even her will to rise. She remained as she was, face-down in the mud. "Hello?" Chanka looked up. A human stood before her, a short girl with bright-red hair like Gondu's, only shorter and rounder, like the curls of coral polyps. Chanka saw a great crater behind the human, and streaks of dirt on her dress, as if she had just climbed out of it. The human bent down and supported her by the shoulder as Chanka pushed herself to a seated position. "Are you hurt?" asked the girl. Chanka gave a grim smile. "Only in my heart. My friend is dying and I have lost the only hope I had of curing him." How those blue eyes lit up! "Does he need medication? I believe I have some right here--" She dug into the pocket of her cape and pulled out a small tin of some strong-smelling ointment. "It's called talatha," she explained, "and it can heal anything." Chanka accepted the offered tin in awe. "Who are you?" she asked. "My name is Renata. What is yours?" Just then, Chanka heard the cries of soldiers growing closer to them. She leaped to her feet and grabbed Renata's hand. "My name is Chanka. Now we really must run!" Edited by The Inkweaver, Sep 8 2014, 11:41 PM.
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