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The Criminal, part V: Questionable Safety by Ghost
Added on Mar 23, 2007A few weeks passed since their arrival. Sophie and the baby she had with her was threatened by a "licenced assassin" in Sanctuary, which made Serpent doubt the granted safety.
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Submitter's note:
A few weeks passed since their arrival. Sophie and the baby she had with her was threatened by a "licenced assassin" in Sanctuary, which made Serpent doubt the granted safety.
P.S: I have edited the log many times, deleting some passages of conversations, mindtalks, and some emotes and I have also replaced some names/actions as **censored** to avoid passing some information that better kept as it is. I hope you find it a good read.
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The Pak-Curachek Road [NEW]
Bordered on either side by towering walls that spire upwards of ten
cords, this road runs east and west between the Templars' Quarter and the
Nobles' Quarter. Bones, dried and specially treated, have been set into the
ground to form a complexly woven path of isilt. The road is kept free of
dust and other debris as it makes its way through the city.
A pair of high-flying banners drape over the topmost portion of each
of these gates. On the left side, an enormous depiction of the reddish moon
of Jihae. Opposite to that is its stark white counterpart, Lirathu. The
vertical gate is a staggering ten cords tall, an insurmountable obstacle for
even the most skilled of climbers. The gate is made of interlocking
rectangles of a polished hardwood, with a series of close-set obsidian
spikes lining the very top of each half. A row of half a dozen smoothed
ivory torch-holders flank the sides of the gateway, ensuring a reasonably
brightly lit entryway no matter what the hour.
The Pak-Curachek road continues to the east and west.
A young, wavy-haired female soldier stoically guards the northern gate.
The beefy, grey-skinned dwarf is standing here, bleeding heavily.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the robust, crimson-eyed man with the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the robust, crimson-eyed man:
"I am at the gates."
The tall, greying-haired Tuluki soldier opens the gate from the other side.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar has arrived from the north.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier has arrived from the north.
A human Tuluki soldier has arrived from the north.
The tall, greying-haired Tuluki soldier closes the gate from the other side.
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man inclines his head to the
robust, crimson-eyed templar.
Standing in front of large wooden gates, dipping his head casually, the robust, crimson-eyed
templar says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"Caro."
The young, wavy-haired female soldier opens the gate.
The young, wavy-haired female soldier steps aside, allowing the robust, crimson-eyed templar to
pass.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar walks north.
You follow the robust, crimson-eyed templar, and walk north.
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They walk in the Heart, in silence Frustration visible on one, the other has other thoughts.
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The Bahamet's Maw Tavern - Main Room [ESU]
Half a dozen tables are scattered throughout this diminutive tavern.
Despite the lack of lavish decor, the bar exudes a feeling of being anything
but paltry. The walls are coated in a layer of vivid tan paint, and
occasionally a framed painting hangs from their glossy surfaces. The
floorstones below are simple squares of red sandstone, haphazardly inlayed
into the level ground. Just above the elongated bar on the northern wall
hangs a luxurious tapestry, the tedious embroidery of a fiery sunburst
stitched onto a white background.
The cramped entrance to the east leads out to a road, while the room
snakes away to the south. A polished baobab staircase is affixed to one end
of the bar to carry patrons to an upper level dormitory.
A wooden-paneled painting sits supported by a miniature bone tripod.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar is standing here.
The short, obsidian-eyed youth is sitting at a highly polished table.
A stocky, bald-headed bartender stands upright behind the glazed bar.
The plump, reddish-hued templar is standing here.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier has arrived from the east.
A human Tuluki soldier has arrived from the east.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar walks towards a highly polished table with long steps.
The stocky, bald-headed bartender trades a bowl of carru-meat stew to the short, obsidian-eyed
youth.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar sits at a highly polished table.
Gesturing a chair across, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says to you, in northern-accented
sirihish:
"Sit down Serpent."
The short, obsidian-eyed youth tilts his head downward, bringing the edge of his bowl of carru-meat
stew to his lips as he begins to drain the soup of it's liquid, his gaze remaining firm upon a
highly polished table.
Following the robust, crimson-eyed templar's gesture, you sit at a
highly polished table.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, gesturing the
short, obsidian-eyed youth with a vague hand move:
"You know my partisan. What bothers you Serpent?"
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man clenches his jaw, staring at the tabletop with a rigid expression.
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man inhales deeply, letting out a soft sigh before turning to the robust, crimson-eyed templar.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his gaze
getting narrow watching you:
"Master assasin, I haven't ever seen you like this before. What did happen?"
At your table, you say in sirihish, his tone quiet, his words
coming out slowly:
"Faithful Lord, the Ivory has never been this hostile to me before. I just wonder what I did
wrong."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, raising his
shoulder into a brief shrug:
"I have heard an unpleasant incident, but I thought you have suffered consequances of being a
southorn born before."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"You are given permission to live under His warm light by myself and High Templar Eunoli.
That's more than enough for any body."
At your table, you say in sirihish, nodding his head:
"Yes, but why does someone draws a knife to a baby and a mother in the middle of a crowded
tavern and gets away with it because he has a licence. I never knew the licence had so much
power."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"I never knew, that I could draw a knife to a baby in the sanctuary and threaten the mother,
just because I am a licenced assassin."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, grunting
loudly, lifting a finger:
"I am reported about the incident. That action did not occur because that man was a licensed
assasin, but a Faithful brother of mine just asked for him to do it."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"I will speak with my Faithful brother and learned the reason behind it."
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man blinks, furrowing his brows.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Probably he did not know you and your mate is given permission to live in the Ivory by myself
and High Templar Eunoli."
The short, obsidian-eyed youth remains silent, his obsidian-hued gaze settled upon the surface of a
highly polished table, his lips drawn into a thin line.
At your table, you say in sirihish, exhaling softly and shaking
his head:
"I have asked this before Faithful Lord. But this incident again made me uncomfortable. I
have come here with your permission and your granting us the safety.."
At your table, you say in sirihish, adding on:
"I have served and will continue to serve the Ivory with whatever. Two southern templars died
to my blade and probably there will be a third.."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"But.."
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man inhales a deep breath, wetting his lips.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"My word means my Order's word, and Faithful Lady's words mean for Lirathan Order. So you are
safe in the Ivory."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"I will learn the details of that incident, and will be sure it will not repeat. "
At your table, you say in sirihish, adding on quietly, his tone
calm:
"If we are going to be a trouble and will suffer it, we can just leave. Just that I am asking
it again."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, grunting:
"This is second time you ask for leaving. Where do you plan to go Serpent?"
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Is there any other place in the Known World which would welcome you more then the Ivory?"
At your table, you say in sirihish, shrugging his shoulders,
lowering his gaze:
"Nowhere.. We would probably be runaways in the sands and go to the Red Storm, live like
smugglers and what not.. The Ivory is more than a safe haven.."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"But if it is not safe.. I just don't want to have my mind troubled. I just want to be sure
of the things, so I can focus on what I am supposed to do."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, softly:
"I suggest you to keep your nerves, and continue your life with your skills. I have a feeling
that child make you .. a bit more .. softer?"
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his lips curled
up:
"I will deal that incident, be sure it will not repeat again."
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man rubs his forehead.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, gesturing the
short, obsidian-eyed youth with a vague hand move:
"There is someone valuable for me, waiting for us."
At your table, you say in sirihish, in a calm tone:
"My skills never slipped. Never left me alone. And I will put them into good use.. So long..
My mind is clear and is not worried about a couple of person."
The short, obsidian-eyed youth rests his small hands upon his lap, his gaze remaining towards the
surface of a highly polished table still as he remains silent at the edge of the table.
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man nods slowly, turning to the
short, obsidian-eyed youth.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, watching you
for a while:
"Those feelings.. Interesting they are. You will get more comfortable, when Sophie will
understand she is safe in the Ivory."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Well, when will you begin training?"
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his gaze set on
you:
"So?"
At your table, the short, obsidian-eyed youth says in northern-accented sirihish, twisting his lips
to one side, before speaking:
"He simply had mentioned you. I thought it was curious that a mutant would say such.. He was
attempting to assist me with my paintings, in the Sancutary.."
At your table, you say in sirihish, his tone taking firm:
"We can train even now. I was waiting a word from you about the other trainees.. Houses..
And .. All the details."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, to you:
"Chosen Lord Vadrayus wishes to speak with you Serpent. I told your services are extremely
good and expensive. Single lesson costs around two larges."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Reach Chosen Lord's mind and offer your services."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"Also, I will speak with a Chosen from Winrothol family then return back to you."
At your table, you say in sirihish, wetting his lips:
"It will go through you. I would rather like to have a monthly payment, not a huge one and
the rest can go as a donation to you, Faithful Lord."
contact vadrayus
You suffer from use of the Way.
You are unable to reach their mind.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, with a soft
smile touched on his lips, gesturing the short, obsidian-eyed youth:
"The remaining coins can hopefully be enough training. My partisan is in your hands, and
skillful hands they are."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"You have given lessons before, you are the master and I will not interfere."
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man turns back to the short,
obsidian-eyed youth, glancing at him up and down.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his gaze set on
the short, obsidian-eyed youth:
"He will listen your words carefully and will do his best."
The short, obsidian-eyed youth shifts his gaze towards you for a moment, before faintly tilting his
head downward at the robust, crimson-eyed templar's words in a nod.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his gaze
shifting between you and the short, obsidian-eyed youth:
"I am sure you two have much to talk."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his gaze
passing over surrounding:
"And this place is not suitable for that kind of conversation."
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"We need training weapons.. And a suitable place."
<95/95 116/124 101/101 - walking >
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, dipping his
head once:
"I will arrange weapons right now, but facilities will take some time. I will get key for the
barracks in Freil's Rest."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"It will be open for both of you."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish:
"For now, my partisan has an apartment. I hope that could be useful enough for now."
At your table, you say in sirihish, to the short, obsidian-eyed
youth:
"Big enough?"
At your table, you say in sirihish, turning to the robust,
crimson-eyed templar:
"You spoke of another candidate of yours, if I am not mistaken."
At your table, the short, obsidian-eyed youth says in northern-accented sirihish, dipping his
head faintly while speaking:
"Yes.. It is rather empty.. at the moment."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his gaze
shifting between you and the short, obsidian-eyed youth:
"You wait here for a while. We will speak about the other professional soon Serpent."
The robust, crimson-eyed templar stands up from a highly polished table.
Firmly, the robust, crimson-eyed templar exclaims to a human Tuluki soldier, in northern-accented
sirihish:
"You stay here!"
A human Tuluki soldier offers firm nod towards the robust, crimson-eyed templar.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar relieves a human Tuluki soldier from his duty.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar walks east.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier walks east.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The short, obsidian-eyed youth shifts a glance over his small, right shoulder, his gaze seeming to
follow the robust, crimson-eyed templar, before turning back towards you.
You think:
"I just want their safety.. I just want that.."
You think:
"Give me their safety damn it.."
At your table, the short, obsidian-eyed youth says in northern-accented sirihish, shaking his
head in either direction, while speaking:
"I am eager to begin.. I've waited for some time, now, for a
proper mentor."
You think:
"And I will offer my services.. Is it too much asking?"
At your table, you say in sirihish, wetting his lips:
"You would not mind if there were other people along with you, while I instruct you, eh?"
At your table, the short, obsidian-eyed youth says in northern-accented sirihish, shaking his
head slowly in either direction:
"I am surprised, as this is the first time I've heard of it.. But.. No."
At your table, you say in sirihish:
"There is one more person I want to teach. And the two of you, can take it together."
At your table, the short, obsidian-eyed youth says in northern-accented sirihish, clearing his
throat lightly, before dipping his head towards you:
"I understand.."
At your table, you say in sirihish, thoughtfully:
"It has been a lot of years since I had a competitive apprentice."
The robust, crimson-eyed templar has arrived from the east.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier has arrived from the east.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar walks towards a highly polished table carrying a pile of bone
weapons.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar sits at a highly polished table.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar calls to a human Tuluki soldier for aid, and he strides to his
side.
The pale-faced, serpent-tattooed man glances toward a
wooden-paneled, dark tempera painting.
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, putting weapons
on polished surface of wooden table into a pile in front you:
"Here they are."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, his reddish
gaze shifting between you and the short, obsidian-eyed youth:
"Anything else either of you wish to add?"
The short, obsidian-eyed youth shakes his head lightly in either direction, shifting his gaze
towards the bone weapons that they are placed within a bone-studded backpack.
At your table, you say in sirihish, looking at a wooden-paneled,
dark tempera painting once more:
"Other than the other candidate, nothing on my side."
At your table, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says in northern-accented sirihish, quickly raising
from his stool, speaking in a firm tune:
"Very well, professional assasins. That's all for now then."
The robust, crimson-eyed templar stands up from a highly polished table.
The short, obsidian-eyed youth stands up from a highly polished table.
Slowly lifting his slender frame, you stand up from a highly polished table.
In firm tune, the robust, crimson-eyed templar says, in northern-accented sirihish:
"May His radiance shine upon you."
You are no longer following anyone.
The Pak-Curachek Road [NEW]
Bordered on either side by towering walls that spire upwards of ten
cords, this road runs east and west between the Templars' Quarter and the
Nobles' Quarter. Bones, dried and specially treated, have been set into the
ground to form a complexly woven path of isilt. The road is kept free of
dust and other debris as it makes its way through the city.
A pair of high-flying banners drape over the topmost portion of each
of these gates. On the left side, an enormous depiction of the reddish moon
of Jihae. Opposite to that is its stark white counterpart, Lirathu. The
vertical gate is a staggering ten cords tall, an insurmountable obstacle for
even the most skilled of climbers. The gate is made of interlocking
rectangles of a polished hardwood, with a series of close-set obsidian
spikes lining the very top of each half. A row of half a dozen smoothed
ivory torch-holders flank the sides of the gateway, ensuring a reasonably
brightly lit entryway no matter what the hour.
The Pak-Curachek road continues to the east and west.
The short, obsidian-eyed youth is standing here.
The robust, crimson-eyed templar is standing here.
The one-eyed half-giant Tuluki soldier is standing here.
A human Tuluki soldier stands here, lightly armored.
A young, wavy-haired female soldier stoically guards the northern gate.
The beefy, grey-skinned dwarf is standing here, bleeding heavily.
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Once again Serpent was convinced of their safety. However, as the time passed, the feeling did not stay for long.
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Submitter's note:
A few weeks passed since their arrival. Sophie and the baby she
had with her was threatened by a "licenced assassin" in Sanctuary,
which made Serpent...
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