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Rising from the stony plateau overlooking the rivers and plains of the western continent, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from this same rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence, eagerly spreading its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the different factions set aside their agendas long enough to see this through?

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• Closed • A Little Chat (Malt)

Postby Nightshade Eld » Fri Apr 13, 2018 11:31 pm

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Her nails tapped against her thigh repeatedly as she huffed quietly to herself, trying to force air into her lungs. If she didn’t actively try to remind herself to breathe she might end up forgetting. It tended to happen when she got into one of these moods. Her entire body would shiver with anxiety as a little flutter moved down from her chest and into the pit of her stomach, her mind reeling as she tried to process the situation in front of her.

The half-breed not too terribly long ago had gotten into contact with the Captain of the Blackguard again through a couple of guards she was friendly with. Though that was a rather vague term as the number itself seemed to increase with every passing season. She made certain to emphasize the fact this wasn’t related to any of her recent cartography assignments, and she’d left it at that hoping that he would understand what she was trying to get across. This wasn’t about her duties as a liaison to the mutant village, her goals in reaching out to him were completely personal in motivation. Selfish almost, since the ultimate goal of doing this was to better make more money and get a foothold in the city. Her nature and job often left her outside the city and while she was popular there it had its drawbacks. But the only reason she wanted to get more power and notoriety was so she could better take care of everyone.

She tried not to allow herself to be reminded of her own recent moral dilemma’s concerning her relationship to a certain bounty marked bird. She wondered quietly what would become of it all. Considering the path things were going down, it was only a matter of time before one of them broke. Neither had acknowledged the fact of their contrasting personalities and morals. They’d simply lived in the moment and mostly disregarded each other outside of their normal meetings. She particularly refused to acknowledge the work and the personality of her lover. But that couldn’t go on forever. She knew well enough that one of them was either going to have to bend at the other’s will or break the relationship in half. It then left her with the question of if she should bend or break, a rather uncomfortable question that she didn’t want to answer.

She pushed those thoughts aside to deal with the question at hand. Convincing the captain of the guard why he should let her start this little project of hers. She had to do this, it was the easiest and quickest way to reach her most immediate goals. It also would allow her a much greater range when it came to helping other that wasn't straight out joining the Blackguard. An idea that honestly filled her with dread. For all her popularity within it, she had her doubts as to how well she'd be able to work with it. If he so allowed her the right of starting this idea, she'd have it up by next season. It would make life so much easier on the half-breed…

After setting up the meeting through another guard she’d been given a place and time to meet with the Captain. She’d gone over her sales pitch meticulously in her head putting her words on a silent repeat, listing out all the pros of this so she could better convince him to let her go through with it. Now that she was actually faced with giving her pitch her words seemed to all but die in her throat.

Captain,” she said simply instead, not knowing where to begin. Out of respect, she gave a quick dip of her head in some semblance of a bow, though her presence was noticeably a lot stiffer than the first time the pair had met. For one this was on her request, something wasn’t being asked of her. Doing the asking made the situation a lot harder. On with that, she was just speaking to the Captain as he was the one she needed to get this cleared by if she didn’t want to get in any kind of trouble upon its discovery. If she actually managed to go through with it, it was his toes she might actually step on. Of course, it was also his toes she'd keep from getting stepped on in the future.

She tried to build up some kind of confidence reminding herself that she could make this to his benefit. This would be to his benefit considering what she was offering to do, but it didn’t stop her heart from beating furiously in a rolling thunderous thud. What if he didn’t like the idea? What if she ended up ruining what few connections she had by offering up a bad idea. Her right hand ended up shoving itself into her pocket until it came into contact with a small beautiful gem. Drawing small circles on it with her thumb she felt herself begin to calm, the familiar effects of what she’d been left behind after the mess of a puzzle game where she choked at the moment when it was most important.

Dear Immortals, she still disliked Empaths.

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A Little Chat (Malt)

Postby Maltruism » Mon Apr 23, 2018 12:18 am


Was there ever a time that an interruption to trial-to-trial routine was not both a welcome diversion and a nuisance? Black Guard Captain Berrit Segrille sighed heavily even at the mere approach of a subordinate. It would always be something involving the highest required level of authority when underlings were passed this far up the command chain.

What was it this time? Did one of the ministers get caught at the Curley Hare, perhaps? The last time, the bastard had actually expected Capt. Segrille to preemptively charge the prostitute with some crime serious enough to merit an agreed-upon exchange of silence. He remembered asking the man which crime should she be charged with, and having the fellow just shrug, and say 'whatever is serious enough to keep her from blabbing anything embarrassing to my wife'.

Segrille yawned in the present as he recalled the yawn though which he'd continued the conversation then, 'Does your wife make a common habit of visiting the Curley Hare, Minister?'

It ended up being even more hilarious than he'd intended, due to the Minister assuming it was meant as an insult. Truth was, Segrille had asked the question with complete seriousness, though he hadn't intended to suggest he was actually going to trump-up a false charge against the girl. But the man had gotten amusingly furious, demanding to know if the Captain was suggesting that his wife did not find him 'satisfactory' in such capacity.

All that Segrille had really meant to suggest was that the minister's wife may well visit the brothel off and on for a long time yet. And that therefore the span of imprisonment he was being asked to inflict upon an innocent girl would be equally long. But the paths that the politician's mind followed got more and more ridiculous and comical with each new remark. The Minister figured that if not going there for a man, then the Captain was suggesting that his wife was going there for a woman.

The Captain's shrug, with the attitude of 'Yeah, okay. So what?' only seemed to enrage the idiot more. It turned out that the Minister had the notion that if a man's wife sought the intimate company of other women, even if only rarely, that it somehow proved that HE must be after the intimate company of other men.

The second shrug of 'Yeah, okay. So what?' put the man over the edge. Captain Segrille looked back on the event with appreciation of the sweet irony that it was that very wife that came to collect the Minister from a cell the next trial on a charge of assaulting a Black Guard captain...

Such reminiscences gave him hope that this approaching soldier might task him with settling some equally amusing political incident. But it was not to be. The soldier came up to him, clearly unsure of why the Captain himself needed to speak to "The girl...the avriel one...you know...with wings."

Had he not already been mildly chuckling over the memory of the Minister, he could have probably informed the young trooper that he knew that avriel had wings with a straight face. But it was not to be. He laughed and clapped the young man on the shoulder and told him he would be right out, and to have the girl wait in his office, "You know... the one with a door...and a desk" he added for clarity.

The young man blushed right down to his ear lobes as he retreated to do as instructed. Segrille finished up confirming the morning's reports, and signing them off for follow-up. Now the amusement drained from his mood. Why was she here? Had things in Lakewatch already started to unravel in some way? As liaison to the mutant community there, the escaped remnants of Padfoot's debacle, he assumed it had to do with something going on there. Had the Empathy ward he and Lady Terris given her failed somehow?

This last thought applied a guarded look to his expression as he entered his office to find her sitting there, looking every bit as nervous as he felt. He noted the hand shoved away in her pocket, and wondered what she was holding there. Had the mutant leader planned some mischief? Had he powered through the ward he'd provided them, just so he could brainwash this avriel into doing some kind of dirty work? "Miss Eld?" he began, his eyes as much on the pocketed hand as her face. "Is there some problem I can help you with?"
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A Little Chat (Malt)

Postby Nightshade Eld » Sat May 05, 2018 11:39 am

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The woman immediately took note of what she assumed to be worry so she was quick to speak once more. “I’m not sure if the guard I asked to get you transferred this part of the message, but this isn’t about my recent cartography work!” She was quick to spit out the words as a furious blush overtook her cheeks. “I had no intention to worry you and I truly apologize if I did. I actually came here to voice a personal request,” she said. What a lovely way to start this conversation off. Her eyes darted around and her voice sounded panicked as she quickly explained that this had nothing to do with Lakewatch while trying to not actually speak the name of the town. “Everything is perfectly fine on the cartography front,” she sighed slightly as her shoulders sagged, embarrassment and guilt mixing on her features. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” she repeated once more like a child that was frantically apologizing for the smallest of mistakes. Of course, a lot of psychologists also said repeated apologies over small matters were a sign of abuse.

She straightening slightly trying to force away from the cherry tone marring her features. It didn’t work, and her cheeks only started to feel hotter. Great job, lovely job, well done. A++ way to start! “I’m going to be starting a business this next season. I’ve already contacted the citizen's committee the other day, but they recommended I also come to you considering one of the services I want to offer,” she said as she tried to gather together her scattered thoughts. Every time she seemed to grasp one it jumped from her grip and she was left feeling even more tongue-tied. “Excuse me,” she muttered very quietly as she tried to clear her throat. Her hands were visibly shaking. Mostly it was due to the face she was terrified of making a fool of herself, which she already seemed to be doing, but she started to get even more worried that Captain might think the fear was due to something else. She’d hate for him to think her a coward. “I’m sorry,” she muttered once more as she ripped at her train of thought trying to keep it on topic.

“I, um. I uh. I wanted to start a business that would partially help to teach citizens how to defend themselves. I could teach classes on various weaponry and what not. But, uh, I don’t want to just abandon my work as a mercenary since, um, that would leave a lot of outer city citizens with no one to turn to! My idea is that I could have citizens who needed jobs done that the Black Guard was too occupied to take care of could come to us and me or one of my employees slash trusted partners could handle the job,” She had never floundered so terribly in front of another person. But something about the captain of the Black Guard was deeply intimidating. It was a cross of different things. His connections with Lady Terris, how much power he himself had, and the fact that she wasn’t sure what kind of commander he was. Her two experiences with the man were one of him being considerably kind in nature, and the other he stabbed an innocent man because of a mess that someone else caused because they got heated over a stupid game. Obviously, those were two rather contradictory things, and the half-breed wasn’t sure if he’d only been kind in nature that one time because Lady Terris had in fact been present.

She quickly jumped to continue explaining, worried that he might shut her down before she finished because it seemed like too much trouble. “Of course, I would take a record of any job we took and completed so I could send it to you. You would have full assurance that anyone working with me would keep in line with the wishes of the Black Guard and the laws of the city. On top of that, it might help bring a little order to the mercenary and bounty hunter populations! And that, of course, would mean there would be fewer problems in the long run. Fewer mercenaries fighting over jobs or threatening citizens to pay them extra. It would be safer for the citizens and easier on the guards!” There was the slightest him of confidence in her voice as she’d thought this idea through quite thoroughly. There was noticeably less hesitation in her sales pitch, likely because she was trying to convince someone of something instead of asking someone for something.

After she was done speaking she waited patiently and quietly for his jurisdiction on the topic, her eyes trying to keep focused on him, but occasionally darting away with a shy fear. Her fingers played with the bottom of her shirt as she seemed impossible of remaining still in this instance.

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Postby Maltruism » Wed May 09, 2018 12:14 am


There will always be advice on how to "defuse" a situation. Captain Segrille had certainly passed on volumes of such instruction to his men. But these were incidents of the law being broken, or on the verge it. Simple social miscues were only slightly easier for him than for his current guest. He knew that the authority he wielded made any hint of displeasure a thing of which many would be apprehensive at least.

He also knew that the guarded demeanor with which he'd entered his office had only added to the worry presently afflicting the avriel woman now twitching and twisting her hems in anxiety. He had thought that the relief had been plain enough on his face to put her at ease. But as she went on over-apologizing and over-explaining her purpose, he realized his sigh may have come off as one of taxed patience.

Many angles of difficulty boxed him in now. His own behavior had been part of it, so he didn't want to come of as if it was all on her by going through the traditional "calm down" gestures. Also, some of the men were looking in through the window behind her; and if he made such a gesture, they might have taken it more seriously than it truly was.

There was also an element of condescension he wanted to avoid. Talking down to another that way, even when they genuinely are overly upset, often just comes off as insulting to them. It can easily appear to be an unspoken comment on being the only "mature" one in the room. And if his sigh had come off wrong, as he now suspected, it would only add to this misconception.

Most of the time, Captain Segrille did not much care how others took his attitude. Usually they were drunk or paranoid or just, yes, immature; and it was just too damn bad if they didn't like the truth being thrust in their face. But he knew there was enough incidental history between the two of them to discard as irrelevant. Also, he genuinely liked this woman.

They both knew the law was not perfect; that actual justice was often served best by departing from it to some degree. He was probably more willing to do so than she was, but he felt that was probably due as much to his familiarity with the law as anything resembling "corruption". There were surely a number of times where she had simply done what felt right, and really had no idea how close to, or far from, the letter-of-the-law her actions had been. What it really came down to was that he knew very well that if Etzos had more citizens like Nightshade Eld, there would be far less trouble.

By now he had, somewhat absently, waved off any need for further apologies. He was actually ready to apologize to her, in recognition of the fact that all his introspection had diverted his attention from what she'd just said - something about starting her own business. He was too embarrassed to ask her to repeat herself. And as it turned out, it was not necessary anyway.

A smile lit his face as he realized that it was now a good thing that she was repeating herself so fully. But the smile faded quickly. Not because anything she said was bad news, or difficult to work out. It was that it had so many peripheral benefits, that his brow just naturally furrowed with seriousness as he concentrated on them.

He sat back now, giving her a direct look. Her nervousness was strongly displayed in just about every aspect of her presence. He could not help but tease her just a bit as he leaned forward, all business. "Miss Eld. I want you to listen to me very carefully..."

Normally, this would precede some order never to be seen here or there, or never to do this or that, or to flat get out of town by dawn. But a crack of a smile breached this facade as he continued. "I think that is an outstanding idea. One of the best I've ever had a citizen approach me with. Normally, they are ideas of what they think I can do improve some aspect of life here. And it is always an aspect that seems to help them more than most."

His smile broadened with appreciation. "But you are here to propose something you can do to help, and just seek to smooth out the inevitable problems from the likely overlap of jurisdictions. I think it will be a huge help to us. And it solves several other problems. It gives you a legit cover when you need to see me about "Cartography" issues, as well as being a good, alternate reason why Jill and...errr....Lady Terris and I would have given you that "Liaison" title."

His blush was brief as a new idea raised his eyebrows, "And that title can just as well be said to represent a status as go-between for this effort, and not related to 'Cartography' at all." he sat back again, "You know, if it was anyone else, I'd figure they're just after some sort of honorary militia status to help them line their pockets and make us look bad. Oh, that reminds me...are you needing a loan for this?"
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Postby Nightshade Eld » Wed May 09, 2018 8:52 am

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The woman seemed to positively light up when he gave her what sounded like a positive affirmation of her idea. Her eyes glittered as he spoke to her and she listened very carefully. She hadn't realized just how many problems this would solve when she walked into the office. Instead, she had simply wanted to do something good for the city. She still did. But this right here, this proved she could do even more good than she first suspected that she could! It boded well for the future and practically left her feeling a little light-headed with joy. All the fear that had been relatively easy to see in her lack of a poker face was quickly replaced by happiness. The half-breed in no way was doing this for money or status. Maybe, in the long run, it helped her name get a little farther across the city, but her purposes in that were simply so people would take her a little more seriously if she told them to stop doing something. But the most important part of all of this was the fact she'd be better able to protect people.

In truth, the woman had never been a 'letter of the law' type of creature. True honor, or justice, could never come from letter of the law. Words were strick and unchanging, while situations were varied and ultimately mortal in nature. She'd always been a 'spirit of the law' type and had no problems bending a situation until it snapped if it meant she was able to protect the most innocent people. This helped with that situation a lot as now it gave her a little more room for action as well as a wider-reaching grasp.

"Loan?" She asked, the question was quiet and more so directed at herself. "I'm not sure... I'm not completely sure how much a building and everything is going to cost. I don't really buy things often. I'm sufficient enough at hunting and foraging for myself so most of the time the only spending I do is in Cylus when it's a touch harder to find food. Other than the really, really big city tax..." She paused for a minute, wondering why so much of her paycheck was usually lost to taxes. It was honestly getting into the 1000s now which was ridiculous for someone who lived in a cave and ate berries most of the time. "I don't spend anything. I'm not sure if I'd need a loan, is 30,000 gold nels enough?" She asked. By the look on her face, she was honestly unsure, even though anyone who was rather aware of money would be able to tell her that yes, that was plenty.

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Postby Maltruism » Wed May 16, 2018 12:45 am


If the Captain had been trying to play some role in some theater comedy presentation, he could hardly have done better. His eyes bugged and his jaw dropped open, as he flopped back into his seat. "Are you kidding me?...thirty thousand? Sintra's Shit Nuggets! I had no idea Cartography paid so well."

He shook his head in amusement. "And here I was gonna tell you to visit the Housing Commision to set up payments on some modest home unit that could be remodelled to accommodate some sort of open exercise room. But 'Thelle, you can go there and just ask her to list empty storehouses available, and pick which one you want."

He sat back, muttering figures for a moment, "Easy 2500 square feet...probably...6 times 5...3 thousand for one with all the inner structure...each story....you'd want high ceilings for swinging some weapons...Sauncraft would be cheaper than Losten, and he can make perfectly good mastercraft weapons; training versions too...hmmm....but Losten has more experience with the practice set-ups and dummies and such...usually hits us for a thousand each when we need restocking...oh, padded suits, another 5 or 6 hundred...."

He sat, tapping fingers together, his eyes on some chalkboard in his mind. "Well, if you want one made of something remotely stylish, Stone would be cooler in Saun, and warmer in Cylus, probably make a good 6 thousand for a single story, 12 for two, 13 with the high ceiling, plus two for the outfitting. Maybe a few hundred more for some nice doors and barred windows...I don't know exactly; but if you've got actual NEL, they ought to give you a discount. Probably end up about 6 or 7 Thousand for a decked-out single story; 10 or 11 for two."

His somewhat pained expression made it clear that he still wasn't quite convinced that she had the funds. "You sure about this now? I mean, I'm sure Miss Mora can locate whatever you want. Then you'll need to go to the smiths for the weps and dummies. Oh and the smiths will actually have the padded suits as well. It's what they fill in their plate gear with. Maybe get a little of it from every smith in town. They get testy selling off the padding if you don't buy any plate."

He chuckled to himself, and took a few bits to write up some figures, singing it with a flourish. "Here, take this with you when you visit Miss Mora at the Housing Office. She can be a bit of a....test...sometimes. She'll think you're playing a joke on her if you don't show my endorsement."
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