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The maga stared in meaningful silence until the bootfalls of the retreating knights melted into the noise of the everpresent crowd below. Expression unchanging, she finally spoke, quickly, firmly, and evenly, "I cordially greet my sodales and emissaries of our Order. As Presiding Quaesitor, it is my duty to extend the hand of the Hermetic Tribunal of the Levant to you in welcome." She lowered her voice, continuing, "We must move at elsewhere, where there are fewer... prying eyes. Is a carriages at the end of the docks for you. I will leave directions with your companions and servants, who will make their way there once your belongings are unloaded." She gestured towards the gangplank. "Go on." she said. Nadiya at last disembarked from the dreadful ship, feeling the relief of solid ground beneath her feet. She began walking alongside her sodales towards the square beyond, but couldn't help but feel something was amiss. She slowed, peering about, trying to soothe the unease rising through her. Her head turned suddenly, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of a scarred stevedore. The man recoiled in surprise, quickly sinking back into the crowd just beneath the ship. Nadiya blinked in surprise, but shrugged and turned to catch up with her companions. She suddenly spun, not knowing why, and caught sight on a small, polished seashell, sitting on the docks, where the surprised stevedore was just a moment before. She quickly took it up, earning a dirty look from sailor, annoyed by the strange woman suddenly in his way. Nadiya could see the tiny sigils carved into the shell's surface, but didn't know what they could mean. A shout from Marduk brought her attention back to her rapidly departing sodales. She ran to catch up. Safniya rose from the hold, catching sight of the tiny old quaesitor. She approached the old maga, who was giving instructions to Hafiz. She spun quickly towards her filia. "Ah, there you are. I thought you must have fallen asleep in broad daylight, as usual. You must come at once." she said. Her expression softened as she took Safniya and Hafiz by the hands. She lowered her voice, "I'm so glad to see you both again," she said, voice warm for the first time. Marduk was beginning to become impatient by the time Safniya and Almudena finally climbed into the solid, utilitarian wagon the old maga had called a 'carriage'. The elderly quaesitor clicked her ivory cane against the wooden floor, and the driver, horses, and coach suddenly jerked to life. Demetrios opened his mouth to speak, but was swiftly brought to silence by a gesture from Almudena. The maga peers suspiciously out the small widows before drawing shut the curtains. She stroked her sigil necklace. The small lapis lazuli pupil glinted strangely and with gasp and a crash... The magi found themselves in a small but well appointed room, with soft chairs, a table with smoked fish, fruit, and some cheeses, a warm, pleasant breeze, and a nervous looking servant girl, clutching tight a wine bottle, a tray and several pewter goblets lying on the floor around her. She quickly nodded, placing the wine bottle on the table, and began to pick up the fallen crockery. Almudena set herself down onto a small cushioned stool, and tapped her ivory cane against the floor. "This is worse that I had thought." she said vaguely. She turned towards the serving girl, who had just begun to pour the wine with a shaking hand. The old maga extended a small silver coin to the girl, "You may go," she said. The coin disappeared, and shortly thereafter, the girl. She turned to the stunned magi, face cracking into a wry smile. [Only magi are present; let me know if you want to attend the dinner with de Montaigu; I'll be running it parallel so we can get to the covenant faster. Companions other than Guy and Musa can attend the dinner.] fool of sound fucked around with this message at 02:36 on Oct 9, 2014 |
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Eliodorus Eliodorus scratches Alexia under the chin, smiling. Good advice, that... Once they have arrived, he puts it into action. Almudena is clearly very potent indeed - her stunt to get them here was proof enough. "I can see already that we are beset here by nobles and soldiers who think they are our betters. I take it they have not been so bold before? Or is there some other, deeper problem that we can help you with? After all, if it worries a maga of your obvious power...' The other magi can't object to that, can they? After all, they are in theory here to help. And winning favor from the Presiding Quaesitor can't be bad. [ Eliodorus and his crew of hangers-on will be attending dinner. ] Padraig Padraig is quietly playing dice games with the servantry. Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at 02:44 on Oct 9, 2014 |
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Victorion Victorion blinks at the sudden change of scene, and then he laughs in delight and pleasure that he is with a master of her craft. "You'll have to teach me that, sometime, he says with a smile. Then he gets serious. Mistress, we came as soon as we could, but bad weather held us up in Cyprus for a time before we could turn the winds fair again. And now we find that our coming has been noticed by the Knights of Holy Church, some of whom mistrust and fear the Order. Are we in danger? Is the Order in more danger here than Durenmar believes? Please, mistress, how bad are things here really? [I'm going to the dinner]
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Nadya The Russian Maga is somewhat surprise by the sudden appearance inside the room. "Interesting. Quite interesting." She mutters in russian before turning to Lady Almudena. "To be honest, my honored Lady, I am Nadya of the Tribunal of Novgorod and there is a reason that I came to this covenant. Recently I have had premonitions of a dark cloud that comes from the east, and stories of a great Empire that might swallow these lands as well. Is the Tribunal aware of such a threat? And if so, what can we do in order to deal with it?" She says quite earnestly, clutching the silver cross on her neck. If there is a time to ask, better sooner than latter. [Nadya and Irene shall be attending the dinner as well.]
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Demetrios "Indeed," mused Demetrios Angelos. "It would seem already that the Holy Land rivals my home for the politics and bickering of its thousand thousand factions. And we are asked to bring order to one small corner, to the Hermetic magi of the Levant? No small task." He leaned forward to pour himself a goblet of wine. "As my sodales say, however, we are here to do what we can, and we are not without experience in politics." [Demetrios will be at the dinner, most definitely. Can Prokopios attend the dinner as well-- at least as far as the antechamber? He goes everywhere Demetrios does, within reason.]
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Blinking for a moment, at the sudden change of scene, Marduk quickly relaxed and took a grape from the nearest tray. "A most useful trick, Honored Quaesitor. You must teach us sometime." he said with a smile before turning his ind to more serious matters. "As for the politics of this region, what has emboldened the Christian Knights here to accost hermatic Magi? I admit that politics are not my forté, but it seems unusual. " he said with some concern. " and on a related note, Honored Quaesitor, do you know anything of this Suhhar Sulayman that resides in this region? I have a feeling that I will be of greater help in dealing with such matters than with mundane politics." [Marduk will go to the dinner or send a representative jinn, depending on the recommendations of his sodales]
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Without skipping a beat, Safniya moves to take a chair and a goblet of wine. Settling into her seat with a certain relish and sits silently as her sodales busy themselves with questions and wine. "First things first, we must establish our new covenant before we solve the problems of the world. At the least, we should settle our things and our folk before we jump onwards. Alumdena will surely tell us all we need know, if given time. she interjects. Rubbing her forehead with one hand, she continues "The wars here have continued for a thousand years, they'll still be here in a few hours time, or even a few days."
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"It seems most of you must learn that the most erudite thing to say in politics is nothing of importance," Almudena said sharply. "What you have just revealed to me by your hasty questions is that you are ignorant of the goings-on of this Tribunal, and are therefore easily manipulated. Always allow others to reveal what they are and what they know before doing the same." She paused a moment, nodding in approval towards Orlaith and Safniya. "You are to be the voices of proper authority in this place, and in this land of rogues, that means you already have many enemies. You must not be thought of as potential tools. That those knights were there to accost you was no coincidence; someone was testing you, and they were doing so at the behest of a magus." The elderly maga rested her head on the tip of her ivory cane. It's surface was covered in strange pictograms: a bird with the head of a man and a man with the head of a bird, river reeds, a feather, merchant's scales, a crocodile, and crowning it, a stylized eye. Almudena watched the magi for a time, before speaking again, "You've forgotten an important question as well: why the deception with the carriage? Why have I brought you here instead?" The quaesitor sighed. "Our Tribunal is poisoned with intrigue, and trust between Covenants is little more than a distant memory now. Our last three Tribunal councils have been held here, in Acre. No three Covenants would agree to meet under the same host's Aegis." The old woman laughed bitterly. "I sent the carriage, and your servants, to the manor just outside the city walls that hosts our current council chambers. It's infested with spies, both mundane and magical, and I thought it better that we have our... little discussion of certain realities out of their reach. You will be quartering in the manor for the duration of your stay in the city; I expect you to keep your tongues tightly disciplined there." Almudena watched the magi carefully. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Queen's Keep was not like the royal keeps of Europe. It was truly a fortress, menacing with siege engines and arrow slits, and three great gates defending the entrance. The magi were escorted through the defenses under heavy guard; only a stammering explanation from Brother Cathan saw them inside at all. They were lead to a sparsely decorated antechamber, and the terrified Cathan begged them to wait patiently before fleeing to fetch his master. The magi waited had begun to make small talk when the door suddenly opened again, and a small, ugly, nearly bald but stapping man entered with a flourished bow. The strange man wore the trappings of finery in red and white, and at his hip hung a gilt sword. His long ash-blonde mustache lined his stunning smile; possibly the only attractive feature about the man. He spoke in well-practiced, his rough basso voice betraying only a slight Catalan inflection, "Greetings most fond, honored wise-ones. I am Pierre de Montaigu." [All magi and companions who wish to attend are present, as are any guard or servant grogs you wish.] fool of sound fucked around with this message at 21:32 on Oct 10, 2014 |
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Orlaith is just being silent and letting her sodales talk - and possibly make fools of themselves. She doesn't really care. All she's worried about right now seems to be fussing with her squirrel companion, really. She is listening, though. -------------------- At the Keep, Orlaith is much more animated, looking around curiously almost like a child. She still has her squirrel companion with her, the rodent currently perched on her left shoulder and gnawing at a nut of some sort. As Pierre introduces himself, Orlaith gives him a flourishing bow. "Well met, sir. I am Orlaith of House Merinita. An honour to make your acquaintance." Even though she has no idea who he is. Yuki Akuma fucked around with this message at 00:34 on Oct 11, 2014 |
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"You assume that by remarking upon the turmoil of the Covenant, I reveal that I know nothing of it, maga." Demetrios raised his goblet fractionally in a gesture that almost resembled a toast. "But of course you are wise to point out the necessity of guarding our words. Am I to assume, then, that the Tribunal manor possesses no Aegis at all, due to the lack of an accepted neutral party? That seems... unfortunate." He paused. "Without assuming that we are ignorant of the situation, I would be interested to hear your view of the current players in the Tribunal. As I always say, one can never have too much perspective." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Demetrios inclined his head in acknowledgement, passing his deep purple cloak to Prokopios, who stood at his side as always. "What a pleasure it is, Lord de Montaigu. I was certain we would meet only the most shining personalities in the Kingdom at this dinner, and indeed, it is already proving to be so. Is your cousin to be joining us as well?" Quorum fucked around with this message at 22:20 on Oct 10, 2014 |
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Eliodorus Eliodorus conceals his annoyance at the reprimand behind a laugh. "Revealed to you, certainly, but audience does matter as well, yes? Your point is well taken, however." The sting of it is felt, though. If the Presiding Quaesitor can't be trusted to answer questions about her Tribunal, who can? He focuses on the staff in an attempt to avoid saying something rude (and detrimental to his political aims). Egyptian motifs? Perhaps ask about Alexandria...later. In a letter, something idle. --- Eliodorus gives de Montaigu a short, polite but not overly deferential nod to the knight. "You may call me Eliodorus." Let the others talk to him more - they have gentler Gifts than he, and more importantly more patience for warriors. Alexia is on his shoulder, as usual, while Fiora gives a rather more deferential curtsy, as befits a servant. She may think highly of herself, but she's far from stupid.
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Marduk Marduk inclined his head towards Almudena. "I shall be mindfull of your advice, Honored Maga. I am unused to delicate politics, yet it seems clear that in this land, that is a dangerous weakness," he said, bitting down on his pride at the reprimand. She was right, of course, but she had already humuliated him once; that would not stand. And yet, she was a force to be reckoned with, with her obviously superior command of magic, and he could not respond propperly to her yet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rahirin al-Rahashadin Rahirin accompanied the magi, wearing a white silk tunic and loose pants of blue silk, both stiched with thread of gold and silver, and a keffiyeh of fine white cotton. He had the bearing of a prince and the apperence of a mature and handsome arab noble with a groomed mustache, yet his eyes were a supernaturaly brilliant shade of blue, as were his eyes made of sapphire. He carried no weapons and did not have the stance or look of a warrior. As De Montaigu bowed, Rahirin bowed in response, a deep and flourishing bow. "Greetings, Lord de Montaigu. I am Rahirin al-Rahashadin of the Djinn, spell-bound servant of the Magus Marduk of Tytlatus; he regrets that he cannot come, as he has fallen ill sends me to represent him and to deliver the deepest apologies for his absence." (Guile 5 (Elaborate lies)+Presence +1+stress?)
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Victorion Victorion lowers his eyes, but says nothing to Almudena, accepting the rebuke, no matter how undeserved he believes it to be. Instead, he looks at her staff and studies the patterns. ___________________________________________________ Victorion bows to the knight. "Greetings, Lord de Montaigu. I am victorion. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Pray, tell me, do I detect the mountains of Catalonia in your speech?"
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Nadya If what Almudena is saying is true, then this might be a drat snake pit. The tribunal lacking proper authority and the covenants being hostile to each other is a bad sign. After all, wood breaks easily when it's a single stick, yet it's the bundle that resists even the strongest of grips. And honestly, Nadya herself is not a woman to keep secrets. Honesty was a virtue that was instilled on her upbringing, and that clashes with the cloak and dagger business that seems to go on on the Levantine tribunal. ---- So this is how Lord de Montaignu looks like. She expected a more brutish sort, considering his brazen attempt to extort the covenant before, but instead he looked like a merchant... "I am Nadya Dmitrievna from the Yagasha family, member of the House of Bjornaer. It is... An honor to meet you, Sire." She says while bowing slightly. Irene Irene observed the keep with a curious glint on her eyes, carefully examining the defenses that they used in the case of enemy sieges. Such things were of great interest to her, and there was of course the ever present possibility that she would have to take part of a battle in this place, be either defending or attacking it.
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Safniya remains settled into her chair, idly studying her wine wishing it was less sour, and accompanied by a wider selection of morning food. For certain, the ship and its limited kitchen stocks will not be missed. [[I'll post for scene two in a minute]]
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Safniya Safniya abstains from most of the conversation before the arrival of de Montaigu, responding to the limits of politeness, but otherwise figiting with her unusually brilliant crimson khimar. As he enters the antechamber, she straightens and waits stiffly for others to make her introduction. Nodding and flashing a curt smile, Safniya finally introduces herself. "And I am Safniya bint Almudena al-talib Guernicah. Shall we move deeper into the estate? Ukko Nadya said there would be good food. That I should dress nice. That I should act proper. It's getting hard to do all of that, and there hasn't been any good food. I wish everyone would speak a sensible language, or stop chattering.
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"Perhaps I was overly harsh," Almudena conceded, "You handled yourselves acceptably against those toughs on the ship when they had you at a disadvantage." The old maga's face hardened again, "Nevertheless, you have been put in a dangerous position, and must adapt quickly. Almudena paused, wincing a moment. She drew a small flask from her gown, and took a small sip, looking relieved. With a sigh, she spoke again, "Yes, Master Jerbiton, the manor lacks an Aegis altogether. As I said, the politics here are... tense, to say the least. And you are correct to ask my opinion of our constituent covenants." Her face broke into a wry smile, "Though of course you must be careful that I do not mislead you." Almudena's face relaxed, and her eyes looked distant, as though lecturing, "Not yet including yourselves, there are thirty-two resident magi and six apprentices in the Levant Tribunal, split rather unevenly amongst six covenants. Three of these covenants are survivors of the fall of the kingdom thirty-three years ago. The other three were established or re-established within the last twenty-five years." "The first of the survivor is my own covenant, Ausar. We are a humble place near Tyre; your closest neighbors. We share an... interest in the mysteries of life and death, and this region has provided us with a number of useful insights in our research. "Meletites Chalyv is another survivor, having the good fortune to be established near Antioch. They are notorious for their altogether too close relationship with the mundanes; selling enchantments and services of... questionable magnitude and quality. They take advantage of their border location and great wealth to avoid proper investigation by either the Theban or Levant Tribunals. I rather suspect they may have Hermetic allies as well, who find their situation convenient." "The final survivor is Domum Pacis, the largest covenant in our Tribunal, though calling them a covenant might be somewhat charitable. They are loosely organized, and are made up mostly of magi who, for reasons of their own, have decided that it would be advantageous to reside in a border Tribunal. I would never call them trustworthy, but they are cordial enough, and are the only covenant with no deadly enemies. We've attempted to negotiate using their covenant to hold our Tribunal councils; they have politely but firmly declined, without a reason given." "The youngest covenant, other than yourselves, and the smallest as well, is Zatanam. They dwell on the very border of the Tribunal, near Ascalon. They're made up of two Criamon and a Ex Miscellanea, and are a queer bunch. They presented themselves to the Tribunal at the founding of their covenant, and have maintained minimal contact ever since, claiming that they are to busy with research. What they are doing, Hell knows, and Heaven suspects." "Prima Fabula is a re-established covenant, focused on researching artifacts left behind by pre-Deluge civilizations. They seem benign, but are highly secretive, to the point of aggressive defense. They seem to have no interest in sharing what they have found, if anything, and I have a feeling that they may be digging into matters... ill-advised." "Finally, there is Arx Terminus. Their leader, Samson, is a Tytalus and considers himself something of a crusader, and that means trouble. Worse, he is the senior magus in the Tribunal. Before the fall, they were located just outside of Jerusalem proper, but now have re-established themselves in Blanchegard, an inland Latin colony. They claim that their charter is to protect the order from the threats of the region, but they seem to be perfectly happy to incite those threats in the first place. If I were asked to hypothesize, I would tell you that they were the ones behind the knights accosting you, but that may just be an old grudge talking." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Ah, Master Magus, my stuffy cousin would hardly miss a state dinner, where there are speeches to be made!" the ugly knight said with a hearty laugh. The knight dropped to a knee, taking Safniya's hand and planting a kiss on her fingers before standing again. "There is no need to be impatient. My cousin is being purposefully rude to you, keeping you waiting here, but I hope we can begin our relationship on better terms," he said, flashing his wonderful smile again. "I'm quite fascinated by your Order, to be perfectly honest. Please, satisfy my curiosity!" the man said, flinging himself into a seat. (Proud forces Eliodorus to talk about the Order of Hermes.)
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Victorion "And what of other supernatural threats in the area?" Victorion asks Almudena. "Beyond that of our fellow Covenants, I mean. The Arab 'Order of Solomon'...how active have they been? Is their only goal to drive us out, or can they be reasoned with? And what of other magical or Faerie threats?" ____________________________________________________________________________ Victorion smiles at the knight. "There's really not much to say about the Order. We're a sodality that reaches across Christendom for those of us with shared talents and interests. Undoubtedly, you would have heard stories. But, please, tell us about the Knights of the Temple? Is it true what they say, that you're so known for your valor and ferocity against the infidel that no Templar is known to have surrendered or retreated from battle?" Alexia the Cat Alexia, sitting next to Eliodorus, looks concerned. She knows Elidorus, and she knows he has a tendency to boast, and thereby reveal more than is wise. But, she doesn't want to reveal her ability to speak to the Knight...in her experience, those not trained in magic or used to magical things sometimes don't take talking cats well. So, she rubs against Elidorus's legs, in warning. Epicurius fucked around with this message at 19:44 on Oct 12, 2014 |
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Demetrios "Hmm," mused Demetrios. "A motley bunch. Each, certainly, with its own reasons to bear some affection for the status quo, and each with its own preferences for what the Tribunal should look like." He glanced around at his sodales, frowning slightly. "I do not mind admitting that it seems strange, compared with the relatively tight-knit bonds between the Theban covenants, to see a Tribunal where each covenant seems to want nothing more than to be left alone. Still, as the honored quaesitor said, to adapt quickly is necessary." He took another swallow of wine. "These Arx Tytalus seem likely to be trouble, as crusaders have always been." ------------------------------------- "Then I shall look forward to making both of your acquaintances; I am sure the both of you have many fascinating stories to tell, having lived in the Holy Land for as long as you have," Demetrios replied with a flash of a superficial smile, but said no more. Anyone watching him closely noticed him pull a white rock with jagged edges from a pocket of his robes and run a finger along its edge, which bore the faintest traces of golden paint. Instead of speaking, he gazed around, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. Quorum fucked around with this message at 23:17 on Oct 12, 2014 |
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Eliodorus Eliodorus notes each name in turn. "Interesting...many secretive researchers here. But truly, Crusader magi? Are they mad? What possible reason could anyone have to want to get involved in that directly?" He shakes his head. "The affairs of mundane lords are so...boring. Ah well...we'll have to learn more about them all later." --- Eliodorus smiles. "Ah, of course you have interest in our Order. Who would not? In all of history, in all the world, men have desired to master and understand the world around them. It is this understanding, this mastery, which our Order strives for. Is it not said that God Himself created all things as a lesson to man?" Eliodorus isn't religious, but he's talking to a Crusader leader. He's going to put the best spin he can on it. "And so, we seek those lessons. We are scholars and artists, but not of such simple things as paint or letters. No, what we understand is deeper, more powerful yet - magic! That which hides within our world's mysteries - that which we call natural magic, the secrets hidden by the stars which influence men, the power of the elements bound within all things - and the more overt power to command the forces of the world!" Not that most magi are astrologers or alchemists, but Eliodorus can use it to impress. "We have come together, our Order, to aid each other and ensure that magic is not misused, as has happened in the past, nor limited by circumstance, that all magi might have their chance to study and master their arts. And such arts! I, sir knight, am a crafter of wonders, using the knowledge and skill our Order has provided me, such that most men never see! Perhaps you and I may discuss such wonders another time."
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Marduk Marduk nodded at Victorions words. Indeed. I have some skill in the arts of summoning and binding Jinn, and the wereabouts of this 'order of solomon' intrest me greatly, as they may have valuable information to aid me in my research," he said, taking out a small, leather bound book to note her reply. ----------------- Rahirin al-Rahashadin The knight, Lord de Montaigu, seemed to have ignored Rahirin's introduction. Rahirin did not take lightly to such insults, and usualy, he would set up elaborate pranks and tricks to torment the Lord de Mantaigu for his insolence, but for now, he was under spell-bound orders from Marduk. So instead, he looked around the room, and, seeing no refreshments, an idea came to him. "I hope I do not infringe upon the hospitality of the queen or your esteemed brother if i procure for us some refreshments? And though I am no magus, perhaps i can give you a little taste of the wonders mentioned. " he said, but did not wait for a reply. With a wave of his hand, a wind swept through the room, carrying with it the smells of apples, pears, sweet oranges, figs, pomgranate, mangos, dates, melons, cherries, grapes and nuts from a large golden platter that had appeared on one of the tables. Along with the fuits were various sweets and cakes, such as baklava, halwa, mugagas, basbausa, kunafe and many others, and goblets of sweetened wine from lebanon and persia. With a smile, he reached out and took a single fig from the platter and ate it with a look of utmost pleasure. "Delicious, indeed. Try one; it is quite nourishing and tastefull."
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Nadya Nadya lifts an eyebrow at Eliodorus. "There ARE reasons for a Magi to take part on the Crusades. If the so-called 'Solomonics' want to drive us out of here, it's natural that those on the Order of Hermes would oppose them. And... God is always the biggest priority for some. That being said, one of the first priorities we should make is to start relations with those covenants, whether they are willing or not." __________________________ Cousin? Oh, he is related with the one who sent the knights to extort us? The Maga slaps her forehead, muttering in Russian about her own foolishness. Yet it seems that the Templar seems to be quite a genteel fellow, and perhaps a potential ally in the future. Eliodorus seems to be doing his best to impress or perhaps woo him, and so she deems it best to leave him to his own devices.
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Safniya "Or begin maneuvering around them. I believe Eliodorus and Demetrios are right, Arx Terminalis may prove to be the most problematic. I am also worried that Domum Pacis will resist any plans we make. ------------------- Yes, it was entirely clear that his cousin is being purposefully rude, and likewise clear that this man is certainly a part of that strategy. Safniya sits in silence, quietly eating some halva as she listens to the other mages interact with the wrong de Montaigu.
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Almudena's brow creased in consideration, "The Suhhar Sulayman has so far chosen to abide by the treaty it holds with our Order, but it is possible that renewed aggression from the Church may aggravate things, as the Tenentes Occultorum fear. Truth be told, however, I believe that the lull in hostilities is based more on pragmatism than trust. The sahir undoubtedly captured Hermetic materials during the fall of Jerusalem, and there is a strong possibility that they are searching for a weakness they can exploit." The old maga turned towards Marduk, staring hard into his eyes, "And yes, master Tytalus, that is the reason you were selected for this assignment. It is imperative that we analyze their magics as they assuredly are doing to ours." "The sahir are neither weak nor stupid," she said, speaking slowly and with emphasis, "While many of their number are little more than hedge practitioners, some have real power, and their order enjoys substantial support from the Moslem lords. To make matters worse, conservative estimates place their numbers at a magnitude greater than our own." Almudena paused, sighing deeply, "Ultimately, however, relationships between our Orders are effectively non-existent. At this time we have no official channels of diplomacy and negotiation, and each views the other as a potential threat, but is unwilling to be the first to take hostile action. Opening and maintaining these channels is your primary task." "There are, of course, several minor magical traditions in the region. Blasted mundane complications as well. And the, ah..." the maga gave Nadya a meaningful glance, "rumors from the east." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The knight's muscles barely tensed as the ensorcelled refreshments appeared. With a wide, but slightly forced smile, he said, "Ah, a dozen thanks, noble spirit. You do well to demonstrate your master's hospitality." Pierre reached out, allowing a reliquary on a chain to fall from his tunic. He selected a peach, taking a large bite, nodding his approval. "A craftsman, you say? Why, I believe my cousin has invited another of your sort as well. He has supposedly created true marvels for the Hospitallers. You would do well to meet him." the man said with a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, that reminds men," he said, reaching into his surcoat, "My men recovered this from a Saracen sorcerer who attempted a surprise attack on use just outside of Jerusalem." He drew out what appeared to be a hollow, polished ram's horn, and placed it on the table. "Perhaps it will be off some interest to you. Think of it as a gift." A knock came from the door, and a tall, handsome, older man with a full but well groomed grey-black beard entered. He opened his mouth to speak, then glared, in furious shock at Pierre. "Ah, it appears my cousin has arrived to spoil our fun. I will see you at the dinner, the ugly man said with a wink, as he stood up, brushing past the taller man. The taller man composed himself, speaking cooly, "I, the Lord de Montaigu, welcome my guests, and would ask you to come with me to be seated." The magi were taken to a grand hall; well-decorated, but still bearing the signs of military design. A long, polished wooden table lay set, but bare of food at the moment. Three dozen or so guests stood around the room in small groups, talking jovially. At the far end of the hall, a small girl sat uncomfortably in gilt throne, a tired looking knight by her side. "Come, you are to be presented to the queen," said de Montaigu, ushering them towards the dais. "Your royal majesty, I present my guests from the Order of Hermes!" de Montaigu said, unnecessarily loudly, gesturing towards the magi to step forward. Suddenly, as came forth to present himself, in plain view of all the guests, Eliodorus tripped, landing hard on his chest! The room went quiet a moment as everyone stared. A laugh issued forth from the small queen, until the attending knight shushed her. (Eliodorus: Quickness -2+4=2) fool of sound fucked around with this message at 19:14 on Oct 13, 2014 |
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"Is that so? Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about, then." He smiles, but this worries Eliodorus. At least it will give their enemy a face...but a competitor is never a good thing. "We appreciate your generosity, sir knight. Thank you for your generous gift." At least that horn will prove of interest to study. As the group enters, Eliodorus trips, ending on his chest. He stands up with a bit of quick aid from Fiora, waving it off with a forced grin. "I'm fine, I'm fine. That was funny, wasn't it?" Quickly he scans the crowd. Surely this is the work of his new enemy - but if this is Vendetta, the other will need to declare themself for it to count as an opening salvo. And if it is not, then Eliodorus will need to identify them to declare his own. This is an embarrassment, and one he will not let stand. But this is neither the time nor place. He nudges Alexia lightly, hoping she will get the message to keep an eye out and, perhaps, identify their new foe.
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[b]Marduk[/v] While Alemudena spoke, Marduk dutifully took note of her words in his small leather book, writing in fluid, almost caligraphic arabic letters. "Hm. Are there any summoners or conjurers among the other covenants in the area? Others who might have contacts among the local Djinn?" he asks, looking up from his book as Almudena stops her description. -------------------------- [b]Rahirin al-Rahashadin[/i] Rahirin stepped forward and bowed to the young Queen. "Your Royal Majesty, most graceful queen in all of Christendom, I am Rahirin al-Rahashadin of the djinn, spellbound servant of the magus Marduk of Tytlatus; he regrets that he cannot come, as he has fallen ill. He sends me to represent him and to deliver the deepest apologies for his absence." he said and, having seen how easily she seemed to be animated, he he flashed her his most charming smile. "I am, however, glad to have been given this task; you are as beautiful as the ancient queen of Sheba and as powerful as as mighty Solomon, whose servant I once was, and although his beard was more impressive, I think you may well be the wiser monarch," he said, the beautiful french words rolling of his tongue as naturally as had he spoken it all his life, with no hint of accent or dialect. (Charm (Being Witty)4 + Presence +1 Stress?)
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Demetrios "Hmm. Yes. That support from the moslem lords could prove to be a point of leverage, given sufficient diplomatic pressure, but a renewed Crusade would certainly exacerbate the issue. Still, I am prepared to engage in the business of embassy." Demetrios set the wine goblet down, still mostly full. "As for the rumors from the east, they are worrying, but not greatly so. The trade in silk from the East is beginning to pick up; surely it would not be so if there were truly some monstrous murderer roaming the steppe on horseback? If nothing else, whatever is going on out there must not be interfering overmuch with trade." ------------------------------------------------------ (Casting roll for Aura of Ennobled Presence [MuIm 10]: 10 Muto + 7 Imaginem + 1 Stamina + Aura + Stress) Stowing the marble fragment in his robe, Demetrios quietly murmured a phrase in Ancient Greek, then stepped forward, intent on smoothing over the accident. "Your Majesty," he pronounced with a respectful bow, "I am Demetrios Angelos of Constantinople. I have heard that you are both fair and wise beyond your years, and though it pains me to leave my home, I am pleased to be residing within your lands. If I may be of any service to you, you have but to ask." His voice was smooth and earnest, betraying no hint of flattery, though surely the phrasing "your lands" was deliberate-- a reminder to those surrounding the queen that, indeed, these were her lands, not theirs. (Charm roll to make a good impression: 4 Communication + 5 Charm (Making a Good Impression) + Stress + 3 if Aura of Ennobled Presence cast)
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Victorion Victorion thinks. "If there is some force to the East, that might even work to our benefit. If the Moslem lords are pressured from the east, they might be hesitant to move against Jerusalem and Antioch." he volunteers. Beyond that, he's quiet about the situation. There's more he'll have to say in private, but this isn't the time. _________________________________________________________ Victorion steps forward after Demetrios, presenting himself to the young Queen. He bows low, and says, "Your Highness, I see that I have been misled. For I was told back home that the land here was barren desert, but I see now that that was not true at all. For, how could a place be desolate if it contains such loveliness as yourself? Whatever you ask, if it be in my power, your humble servant will do. (Presence + Charm + Speciality (First impressions)....+9)
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Nadya The mention of the Eastern did not pass unnoticed by Nadya. Perhaps their threat could be used as a way to rapproach with the other covenants and the Solomonic so that their strength can be combined in order to fend it off? "It is no surprise that they outnumber us, considering we are surrounded by their kingdoms from all sides. Which is why we must be careful in order to make sure that our coexistance is to be a peaceful one." She gets somewhat annoyed by Demetrios comment regarding the silk road, and quickly rushes to admonish him. "Trade surely was going well before the scourge of Attila descended over Rome. I saw the horse and bow, and I saw the fire that came with them, Master Angeloi." ------------------- By the blessed virgin! What happened so Master Eliodorus would fall on such a disgraceful way? Nadya tries to rein in her impulse to chuckle, as well as the one to give a disapproving look at the young child that they call Queen. At least her fellow Magi has not been injured, otherwise her intervention would be needed. She kneels on one knee before the young Queen, trying to avoid eye contact. "Your Highness. I am but a humble traveler from the North, but please know that as long as we are here, our Covenant will be happy to... Provide assistance." Irene Ah, the golden tongue of her cousin. Irene gives a slight grin as she watches her kinsman flatter the young Queen, obviously trying to curry some favor. Plutonis fucked around with this message at 04:30 on Oct 14, 2014 |
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"I believe that Cato of Prima Fabula is a student of Theurgy, but as I said, they are a secretive lot," Almudena said, with a glance towards Marduk. "As for other practitioners, two other lesser orders sponsored by the Moslem realms: the Tulab ibn Sina, an order of itinerant physicians, and the Tilasami, crafters of amulets and talismans. They are less an organization than a specialized form of scholar; their magic is openly taught at madrasa. Both are highly specialized and not particularly powerful; they will likely be beneath your notice." The old quaesitor paused, looking pensive, "I am not an expert on these matters. Ironically, the magi of Arx Terminus are likely the most well-informed of the other practitioners in the vicinity. Nevertheless, I have encountered three other traditions of power, none of which appear to have any overarching organization." "The first are the Kahina, the wise-women of the desert tribes. Their abilities seem to vary, but I've seen performed acts of shapeshifting, divination, hypnotism, and healing. The Kahina are an odd case: they appear to have something very similar to the Gift, though significantly more common and only in girl-children, though they are apparently unable to learn Hermetic magic. Research on this phenomenon is sparse, unfortunately. Regardless, they are quite powerful for hedge practitioners, and command tremendous respect from their tribes." "I've also encountered... witches, of a sort. Safniya probably remembers them as the Endorians, as we first encountered a circle of them in Galilee, though we have since heard credible rumors of very similar witches elsewhere. They are skinchangers and talented necromancers, and purport to have the gift of prophecy and the power to twist fate. I can confirm that they are quiet dangerous enemies," she said, rubbing her weak leg, "even to magi, and appear to be universally spiteful and malicious. We ha thought to have destroyed the circle near Galilee, the Sho'elim'ov, but alas, they appear to be more resilient than we believed." "Finally, and most mysteriously, there are those who call themselves the Magi, but whom we of the Order refer to as the Medians, after the Persian sorcerers of old. We know precious little about them, other than that their magic is complex, slow, and very mighty, and that they are actively hunted by the Suhhar Sulayman. According to my sodale Vergilius, what little we do know about their magic bears a great deal of similarity to Mercurian ritual, however. He theorizes that it may be one of the parent traditions of both Hermetic and Solomonic magic." "There reports of a number of other minor practitioners, but with neither organization nor real power, they're unlikely to be worth your time," the maga finished, waving a hand dismissively. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Demetrios Casting: 10+7+1-12+6= Casts successfully, no fatigue) (Victorion Charm: Tr-tr-triple crit!) The young queen smiled broadly at the magi, letting a particularly adoring gaze fall on Victorion a moment. Her round face looked deep in thought for a moment, and her lips moved slowly, before speaking, slowly and in poor Latin, "I give her... thanks! and... agree! them in her...... realm!" The young girl looked to the older knight by her side, motioning to him to come closer. The knight bent down, allowing the young Isabelle to whisper into his ear. A small smile crossed the knight's face, but he shook is head and said in French, "Later, my dove, glancing at Victorion. Dinner was served, and the dull hum of conversation buzzed through the air. A dozen variety of game fowl were served, covered in spices so precious and exotic in Europe, alongside dishes of fish, fruits, and delicious breads. Fresh beer and wine never ran dry, watched by hovering servants, and all seemed to be having a wonderful time, save for two: the bored looking young queen, and the Lord de Montaigu, clearly worried about the open seat next to his own.
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Eliodorus nods quietly. "I see...some interesting things there, but hopefully little we'll need to concern ourselves about. Well, perhaps those craftsmen, but I doubt it's anything the House hasn't seen before." He pauses. "Incidentally, do you happen to know if there are any other Verditius in the area? I do like to keep track of my competitors, after all." --- Eliodorus eyes the young woman, though he is at least partially consumed by enjoing his meal. It is a good meal, of the quality he prefers. A magus must live proudly and well, after all, especially before a host. It would be rude not to eat heartily and happily. He can hold in his anger until he finds an appropriate target. So far, no one is presenting themselves, but it will come, especially if Alexia keeps her eyes out. Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at 22:58 on Oct 14, 2014 |
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Marduk Marduk nodded as the old Maga spoke, noting down the names she mentioned. "Very well. I'll contact this Cato, then. And perhaps see what information i can get the Arx Terminus to part with. What house is Cato of?" he asked, ready to jot down more information in his little book. -------------------------------------------------------------- Rahirin As everyone settled down to eat, Rahirin found his oppetunity to prank the hospitaliers who had been rude to him. He made sure to strike up conversation with some of those closest to him, describing his exploits as a servant of solomon, millenia in the past. During his description, he made sure to emulate solomon's gestures with large gestures of his own. Especially when he described how he would gesture when preforming magic did he exagerate his geticulations, using it as a cover for exerting his power. A wind blew through the room and, somehow, it seemed to hit both the older montaigu's plate just right so as to flip it over into his face as he was leaning towards the queen to speak to her, and somehow, it also hit the younger montaigu's goblet as he was drinking from it, tipping it and upending it over his face. (Legerdemain (magic tricks) +3, presence +1)
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Victorion Victorion just nods, taking the Quaestor's warnings in, but he's not sure if any comments right now would be wise, especially given her earlier comments about revealing too much. Meanwhile, he continues looking at her staff. Does it mean anything? Does it have some sort of magical properties? ___________________________________________________________ At the dinner, Victorion eats with gusto. It's better food than he's used to (although honestly, Victorion doesn't care too much about the quality of his food. It's one of the benefits of Imaginem magic that your food is always the quality you want it to be), and he enjoys himself. He does notice something curious, though, and asks, "My Lord de Montaigu, I notice that the chair beside you is empty. If your neighbor does not hurry, he or she shall miss the meal. (Not really sure what to do to get info about the staff. Perception + Magical Lore, which would be 0 + 3? Intelligence + Magical Lore, 3+3) Alexia Alexia looks at the queen, which is her ancient right, but the pleasures of that soon fade, and no one is feeding her, which Alexia considers most rude and inappropriate indeed. So, she decides that, since she's here, she might as well keep her eyes and ears open, both for her own curiosity, as well as to help her servant Eliodorus, since, as the Quaestor said, knowledge is important, and knowledge of what's going on here might give them both an advantage. She knows that, for the most part, people don't pay much attention to cats, which, under normal circumstances is regrettable, but it might help her here. So, quietly as she can, Alexia slips out of the room, looking through the walls as she goes to see anything going on. (Alexia will be sneaking out of the room and exploring the place. Stealth 4, Dexterity 2 if she needs it. She'll also be using her Prying Eyes power, staying against the wall, where the shadows are anyway, and peeking into neighboring rooms to see if anything or anyone looks interesting.)
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Nadya "The Kahina remembers me of my own family as only the women inherit the Gift. Perhaps we can approach them? And maybe the Medians if negotiations with the Solomonic Order doesn't go as planned." Nadya remarks, trying to mentally engrave all this new information on her memor.y ----------- Well, fortunately this place has enough good food, despite what appears to be a series of mishaps going on! Nadya glances at Ukko as if to remind him to mind his manners on this place, and starts carefully eating some of the treats herself. Irene Irene joins the feast as well, although the Frangoi's closeness to the Queen doesn't help but make her feel slightly uncomfortable. There were always nasty stories about depraved men who approached girls and even boys that young on Constantinople, and while there are no proof that their relationship is anything like that, it still looks quite queer.
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Demetrios Demetrios nodded. This information was not of as much relevance to him as the discussion of the political situation, but he nonetheless made a mental note. "Would it be possible to review the minutes of the previous two Tribunals, honored quaesitor? I would like very much to know what has been discussed amongst the Levantine covenants in recent years." ---------------------------------------------------------- Pleased at the success of their embassy to the Queen thus far, Demetrios sat and joined in the feast, though he abstained from the richest foods. Flatbreads, olives, and lamb would be quite sufficient for now-- and they were fine indeed, he noted. "Nadya, I trust the food here in the south is to your liking? The Frangoi are not the best of cooks, but surely their time in the East has taught them a thing or two," he asked the Bjornaer in Greek.
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"Tremere, master Tytalus", Almudena said with a barely perceptible smirk, "and I will procure the minute for you, master Jerbiton, once we have reached the council manor, though again I warn you that spies will be present." Shaking her dead dismissively, she continued, "I shaln't bore you with the details of mundane politics at the moment, but suffice to say a number of magi a play a dangerous game here, manipulating local lords to their own advantage. Alas, too many magi find this situation convient, and refuse to convict those caught of any serious wrongdoing." "Now, did you have any questions, or do you wish to discuss your new estate?" "Ah, and master Verditius, there are a number of your ilk in the Tribunal: Etna and Stromboli of Meletites Chalyv, Sigrun of Domum Pacis, and Dunstan, of Arx Terminus." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Grandmaster of the Knights Templar wheeled around to glare at his guests, mouth opening in fury, scarlet flooding hs face as the small queen burst into laughter behind him. A heavy hand suddenly dropped on his shoulder, as a massive, muscular, thickly bearded man suddenly approached from behind him. His clothes were simple but well-tailored, and he wore an oversized wrought silver crucifix on a chain around his neck. Silently, he took his seat beside the knight, who was attempting to stifle his fury. The newcomer slowly turned to the magi, and spoke slowly and deliberately, in a deep, rough voice, "I greet my sodales. I am Dustan of Verditius." The man turned away, appearing to concentrate on his plate. Eliodorus suddenly heard the same voice, whispering into his ear, "I am the man who embarrassed you." fool of sound fucked around with this message at 01:24 on Oct 17, 2014 |
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Nadya "The estate, yes..." Nadya gives a slight nod with her head. "What are the chances that the conflicts between the Crusaders and the Moslems reach it? Are we to worry with an army marching near our doorsteps? And how far is it from the cities and fortresses?" Nadya is a prudent person, and her questions make that clear. Having to deal with stragglers from an army or worse, to be raided by one is quite risky. ________________ "To be quite honest, zhe bread is too stale to my liking, Master Demetrios. Zhe Pirozhki and Kasha that I enjoyed home... No place on zhe south seems to make it." She answer back to Demetrios in Greek while sipping from a wine cup. She lifts an eyebrow at the elaborate prank that the Jinn performed. Why in the name of the Blessed Virgin did Marduk send him with the others? They just avoided a crisis with the Knights this morning, and now there is going to be another?
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Victorion Victorion nods at Nadya's question. "Her question is a good one. How close is this land to war? And should war start, could the kingdom survive?" He's not so concerned for himself...mages are hard to kill, but it would be a shame to come all this way just to leave it again so soon. ____________________________________ Victorion nods his head. Salve, Sodalis., he says, after swallowing his food. I hope that you are well? The mage is clearly a man with much secular influence, to enjoy a seat at the table of the Queen, for, by his demeanor and familiarity, he seems a frequent guest here.
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Demetrios "While questions of defense do concern me, I must also ask who the previous inhabitants of the estate were. I have heard much of the orchards of Preseden, and its location near an important pilgrimage route may prove of use to us, but such estates are rarely abandoned. It may be helpful to know why those who once lived there are no longer in residence," remarked Demetrios. ------------------------------------------------------------ "I must agree when it comes to the bread. When I lived in the Lapis House in Constantinople, there was a baker just across the street from my window, and I often climbed out early in the morning to buy his honey bread before it had a chance to cool," Demetrios replied with a smile, though he swiftly sobered. "He died in the Sack. His bakery and the stores to either side are now, I believe, home to a wealthy Venetian merchant. I have yet to find honey bread quite as good." He hefted a hunk of warm, crusty bread in one hand with a faint shrug. "I haven't given up hope, though." Turning his attention to the newcomer with a faint frown swiftly smoothed over, Demetrios inclined his head. "Greetings to you, sodalis Dustan; I am Demetrios of Jerbiton. I trust your journey from Blanchegard was pleasant?" Quorum fucked around with this message at 00:21 on Oct 19, 2014 |
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Marduk Marduk nods his head at the information, noting the magus' house in his notebook, before continuing. "I have no further questions, at least" he says. -------------------- [b]Rahirin[b] Rahirin smiles as he sees the knights' faces turn red. he's had his fun and he has responded to their impoliteness, so for now, he partakes of his meal and continues his conversations.
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