Title: That Rascally Kishime
Date: 2010-02-13 00:59:19
Type: Logs
Synopsis: In this scene, Lord Templar Kishime Fale is having a conversation with a fellow Blue-Robe, Lord Templar Didrik Tor. Lord Didrik had recently found a magickal necklace on an expedition outside the city, and had claimed it as his prize. Today, Kishime asks him if he has fully deciphered its meaning yet. When Lord Didrik answers 'no', Kishime asks politely if he may see the necklace in order to inspect it. It's a trick.
Lieutenant's Quarters [NE]
The furnishings of this apartment style section of the barracks are
quite sparse. The red stone bricks of the city wall form the southern
wall of this room, setting a backdrop for the simple wooden furniture
which clutters it.
A sturdy looking door to the north, and a flimsy one to the east
appear to be the only exits.
An elegantly curved, ivory scroll receptacle rests against the wall.
A coatstand, made of bone and antler, sits here.
A bone sided chest sits here.
A bulging basket, woven of numut vines, sits here.
A heavy baobab chest rests here upon its broad feet.
The solid, asperous woman casts a watchful eye on her surroundings.
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar is standing here.
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar gives you a shimmering amulet of mountain stone.
You think:
"What a fool."
You hold the amulet.
The garish, turquoise-plaited templar closes his hand around the stone, lifting it to inspect the face closely.
You think:
"That was easy. He has no claim to this."
Speaking in a soft kind voice as he tucks the stone into his pocket, you say to the thickset, heavy-limbed templar, in tatlum:
"Lord Didrik. I deem you unfit to bare this relic. You are endangered by it, and are wasting the true scope of its potential."
Frowning darkly and massaging a scarred knuckle, the thickset, heavy-limbed templar asks
you, in tatlum:
"What power do you have to make this decision, and what have you based it from?"
Pushing from the wall to casually saunter towards the exit, you say to the thickset, heavy-limbed templar, in tatlum:
"We are hardly peers. You're much inferior to me. I base it on the incompetance you've shown. "
You stop leading the thickset, heavy-limbed templar.
Morning's Road [NES]
This wide road marks the very southernmost edge of Allanak. The dry
red stones of the city wall rise up abruptly here, and over them stretches
the eternal sky, filled with whirling sand and wind. Buildings line the
road, some actually built into it, while others are free-standing structures
of their own. The road itself is hard-packed dirt for the most part, with
circular flagstones of dull reddish yellow sandstone placed at widely
interspersed intervals.
A human soldier of Tektolnes stands watch, before a stone building.
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar has arrived from the south.
The solid, asperous woman has arrived from the south.
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar falls in behind you.
The garish, turquoise-plaited templar glances over his shoulder at the thickset, heavy-limbed templar with a sweet smile and innocent batting of his lashes.
Raising his voice angrily, the thickset, heavy-limbed templar exclaims to you, in tatlum:
"You are addled by spice, Kishime! I have Lord Templar Marsellus' permission to do
with that stone what I will!"
The garish, turquoise-plaited templar giggles softly, tugging his robe closed around himself.
Gently, you say to the thickset, heavy-limbed templar, in tatlum:
"If he orders me to return it, I shall. Otherwise, I plan to make full use of it.
It's wasted on you."
Jabbing a meaty finger at you, the thickset, heavy-limbed templar exclaims to you, in tatlum:
"You are unfit to wear that -robe-, and you endanger Allanak itself!"
Softening his tone lovingly, you say to the thickset, heavy-limbed templar, in tatlum:
"Hush, tiny Templar. I will share the fruits of this with you, if you see reason."
Extending his hand firmly, the thickset, heavy-limbed templar says to you, in tatlum:
"Return the stone."
Speaking even softer, you say to the thickset, heavy-limbed templar, in tatlum:
"Don't make a scene."
You stop leading the thickset, heavy-limbed templar.
A human soldier unlocks the door with a sturdy steel key.
A human soldier opens the door.
A human soldier bows his head, placing a sturdy steel key about his neck.
A human soldier exclaims, in sirihish:
"All hail the Servants of the Highlord!"
Stonework Building [SU]
This small stonework building is simple in design and function. Set
into the stonework of the meticulously kept northern wall is a large jade
cross on an obsidian field. A large, oval rug sprawls out in the center of
the floor. A sturdy door in the south wall provides the only other entrance
to this building. A large, semi-circular desk rests beneath the jade cross
on the northern wall. A split staircase ascends up from this foyer on both
the eastern and western walls, meeting at the center, high above the jade
cross.
A diminutive, white-robed templar sits at a semi-circular desk.
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar has arrived from the south.
The solid, asperous woman has arrived from the south.
A Well-Lit Stairwell [EWUD]
Fixed securely to the walls, small oil lamps keep this hallway well lit
despite the fact that there are no windows. The walls of this hallway are
lined with doors, and where they are not, small ornaments hang, mostly
sigils from one of the various noble houses of Allanak. A set of stairs
lead down towards the main entryway of this building, as well as lead
further up into the building's interior.
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar has arrived from below.
The solid, asperous woman has arrived from below.
The garish, turquoise-plaited templar sways his hips as he skips up the stairs nimbly.
Clutching his hand into a fist and planting it into the small of his back, the thickset,
heavy-limbed templar says to you, in tatlum:
"I will report this to Lord Templar Marsellus immediately."
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar says to you, in tatlum:
"I'm sure that he will also like to hear about the stench of your clothing."
The garish, turquoise-plaited templar twirls his hand in front of himself daintily, dipping into a graceful half-bow/half-curtsy.
Softly, you exclaim to the thickset, heavy-limbed templar, in tatlum:
"So assertive!"
Grinding his teeth, the thickset, heavy-limbed templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Good day, Kishime."
The garish, turquoise-plaited templar giggles femininely.
The garish, turquoise-plaited templar wiggles his fingers in a wave.
The thickset, heavy-limbed templar walks up.
The solid, asperous woman walks up.