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14th of Saun, Arc 716
OOC: Crunching these threads together like a mofo, but when you have almost 30 threads in a 40 day season...
The sun shone through the windows as daybreak came, though the room was isolated enough so that the glare merely missed. Even so, the incursion of light into the room eventually woke Alistair, who lay shirtless and wrapped tightly in Duncan's grasp for most of the night. He looked to see the flutter of eyelashes or sudden movements from his companion, but found none. Alistair likely slept a lot less than this man, as he had always become restless after seven hours or so passed of essentially wasting time. The man rose from the bed and tried not to wake Duncan with sudden, jerky movements. His mind went immediately to a matter they hadn't yet settled.
Icarus Axton, he whispered. The man moved to his desk and he drew the name onto a sheet of parchment with his inked quill. Beneath the name he scribbled several things - information he'd uncovered about him since the assassination attempt.
One, he is from the town of Bayern, northeast Venora. It was not until Alistair had researched Icarus that he'd even heard of Bayern. Allegedly the town was a farming settlement that had fallen to extortion beneath a gang leadership; the Bloodletters of Bayern, a group led primarily by the Axton sons and daughters. He had uncovered this information by looking into the reports and records of each town in Venora alphabetically in the libraries of Sabaissant.
He wrote this as the where - assuming this was his base of operations. Additionally, he'd uncovered more information about him that was astoundingly unique.
Two, he was once a high ranking member of the Iron Hand. The man's skill in words and battle did not go unnoticed, and before he had fallen to the whims of gold as a common bandit, he'd signed up with and climbed the ranks of the Iron Hand. Evidence in Alistair's research suggested several possibilities. Firstly, he did not find this work lucrative enough. While honor and serving the Kingdom of Rynmere was noble, it did not supplement what he desired - to use his exceptional skills to obtain vast sums of coin. Another possibility was a disagreement with other high ranking members of the Hand. The final was the most grievous possibility - he had been selling particular Iron Hand information to members of criminal organizations for coin.
Either way, he had been expelled from the order, whether by choice or by punishment.
Three, he was renowned for his hatred of the nobility while serving in the Iron Hand - numerous allegations had been laid against him of exceptional disregard for the system of nobility and nobles in general, regardless of the situation. Becoming a noble killer thus made perfect sense, and what greater prize than the heir of one of the largest noble houses? Well, there was the King, but he wasn't quite "true" nobility. He was born of an illegitimate and non-noble line, which may have made his death inconsequential to Icarus, who obviously valued his ideals to some extent.
Four, he was a total sleaze. Apparently he'd slept around with a ridiculous sum of people, man and woman both, and had killed many of his partners due to alleged slights against him. Icarus was a powerful and pragmatic individual, but was also cruel and volatile. He was an opponent that Alistair and Duncan would have to put a tremendous amount of weight into. As such - the Necromancer would be bringing his Lich companion with him. Damien would likely be hanging around the artist venue in Sabaissant, so they would have to catch him there later. He'd been aware of this impending 'quest' for some time now.
The mage studied anatomical sciences for about an hour or more. He learned about the sciatic nerve - a receptor that frequently experienced strain, nerve pain and the locking and retracting of muscles. He jot down notes alongside the pages of Anatomical Sciences of Rynmere, one of his prized books. When he was finished, he checked to see if Duncan was awake, and leaned over to look at his face with Alistair's lower body pressing into the side of the bed. He said nothing, just stared and waited. If he didn't spring up, the Necromancer would return to his studies as if nothing ever occurred.
OOC: Crunching these threads together like a mofo, but when you have almost 30 threads in a 40 day season...
The sun shone through the windows as daybreak came, though the room was isolated enough so that the glare merely missed. Even so, the incursion of light into the room eventually woke Alistair, who lay shirtless and wrapped tightly in Duncan's grasp for most of the night. He looked to see the flutter of eyelashes or sudden movements from his companion, but found none. Alistair likely slept a lot less than this man, as he had always become restless after seven hours or so passed of essentially wasting time. The man rose from the bed and tried not to wake Duncan with sudden, jerky movements. His mind went immediately to a matter they hadn't yet settled.
Icarus Axton, he whispered. The man moved to his desk and he drew the name onto a sheet of parchment with his inked quill. Beneath the name he scribbled several things - information he'd uncovered about him since the assassination attempt.
One, he is from the town of Bayern, northeast Venora. It was not until Alistair had researched Icarus that he'd even heard of Bayern. Allegedly the town was a farming settlement that had fallen to extortion beneath a gang leadership; the Bloodletters of Bayern, a group led primarily by the Axton sons and daughters. He had uncovered this information by looking into the reports and records of each town in Venora alphabetically in the libraries of Sabaissant.
He wrote this as the where - assuming this was his base of operations. Additionally, he'd uncovered more information about him that was astoundingly unique.
Two, he was once a high ranking member of the Iron Hand. The man's skill in words and battle did not go unnoticed, and before he had fallen to the whims of gold as a common bandit, he'd signed up with and climbed the ranks of the Iron Hand. Evidence in Alistair's research suggested several possibilities. Firstly, he did not find this work lucrative enough. While honor and serving the Kingdom of Rynmere was noble, it did not supplement what he desired - to use his exceptional skills to obtain vast sums of coin. Another possibility was a disagreement with other high ranking members of the Hand. The final was the most grievous possibility - he had been selling particular Iron Hand information to members of criminal organizations for coin.
Either way, he had been expelled from the order, whether by choice or by punishment.
Three, he was renowned for his hatred of the nobility while serving in the Iron Hand - numerous allegations had been laid against him of exceptional disregard for the system of nobility and nobles in general, regardless of the situation. Becoming a noble killer thus made perfect sense, and what greater prize than the heir of one of the largest noble houses? Well, there was the King, but he wasn't quite "true" nobility. He was born of an illegitimate and non-noble line, which may have made his death inconsequential to Icarus, who obviously valued his ideals to some extent.
Four, he was a total sleaze. Apparently he'd slept around with a ridiculous sum of people, man and woman both, and had killed many of his partners due to alleged slights against him. Icarus was a powerful and pragmatic individual, but was also cruel and volatile. He was an opponent that Alistair and Duncan would have to put a tremendous amount of weight into. As such - the Necromancer would be bringing his Lich companion with him. Damien would likely be hanging around the artist venue in Sabaissant, so they would have to catch him there later. He'd been aware of this impending 'quest' for some time now.
The mage studied anatomical sciences for about an hour or more. He learned about the sciatic nerve - a receptor that frequently experienced strain, nerve pain and the locking and retracting of muscles. He jot down notes alongside the pages of Anatomical Sciences of Rynmere, one of his prized books. When he was finished, he checked to see if Duncan was awake, and leaned over to look at his face with Alistair's lower body pressing into the side of the bed. He said nothing, just stared and waited. If he didn't spring up, the Necromancer would return to his studies as if nothing ever occurred.
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