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Lord Kissekatt: So! The inn was...well, probably a bit small for what most
would think of as an inn, since it was just a decently sized manor! Almost
more like a bed and breakfast, except even more preposterously expensive.
There was a reason he
Lord Kissekatt: made so much gold off of a place that could only comfortably
hold about ten guests at a time, after all. And it was open for business!
(brb)
Tesarik One: Indrila happened upon the advertisement for ink work, and since
she'd taken a break from keeping an eye on Veronica she headed out to the inn
where she'd read she could speak to someone about the job. The ghost elf
waited till
Tesarik One: dark, and then headed towards the inn, her furry sainthound
trailing behind her. She certainly looked the part of a tattoo artist, having
tattoos visible on her face, fingers, hands and arms and even visible through
the sheer
Tesarik One: material that draped about her body, opaque in the areas that
needed to be hidden for propriety's sake. Her silvery hair hung free, and
black eyes gazed about her as she looked not only at the visible world, but
the spirit world
Tesarik One: beyond with her Shroudsight. She spoke softly to Melethril
when she arrived, "Stay." The dog sat on his hind end and panted, and she
opened the door and stepped in. Discreet, it had said. She walked to whoever
was behind the desk
Tesarik One: and paused a moment, eyes flickering here and there, before
settling on the person again. "I've come to speak on business with Lord
Kissekatt." Her voice was soft, she did not like speaking louder than that.
Lord Kissekatt: Oh yeah she had a big ol' dog! When the door opened, a
rather large black fluffy cat with white forepaws plopped down from whatever
shelf he'd been hiding on and arched its back, ears flat and it let out a
hiss at the dog it could
Lord Kissekatt: see outside that door, but once the door was closed, the cat
calmed down and rubbed up against Indrila's leg, letting out a mew. It
followed her over to the desk, unless she picked him up and carried him the
rest of the way. The
Lord Kissekatt: desk worker watched her with eyes that were a strange shade
of yellow, but nodded when she said she was here about the tattoo work. The
large cat then hopped onto the counter, and mewed again when the worker
looked to him. The
Lord Kissekatt: worker then looked back to Indrila and nodded. "Very well.
Please head up the stairs, and take the door at the end of the hall on the
right." The cat sprinted right up those stairs ahead of her to get there
first, of course!
Tesarik One: She hadn't asked for Baldur. She'd only asked for the tattoo
work. Anyway - she listened to the instructions without another word, nodded,
and headed up the stairs and down the hall, and then opened the door if it
was shut, or just
Tesarik One: walked through the doorway if it was open. She'd not been told
to knock or anything so she followed the instructions to the letter.
Lord Kissekatt: It was shut, but she'd be let in! It had been locked until a
moment ago, but that cat was nowhere to be found! When she went in the room,
she'd be immediately accosted by a rather large man with long hair and a
goatee! Not attacked
Lord Kissekatt: or anything, but he did give her a good pat-down to make
sure she didn't have any weapons on her that he couldn't see outright! He'd
also take any that he could, unless of course she resisted! Baldur, of
course, was seated in a
Lord Kissekatt: chair facing the door but a bit off to the side so he
wouldn't be in a direct line of fire. "Anything he takes, you'll get back
when we're done. You have my word." (brb)
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Lord Kissekatt: (back)
Georg Pryme: (wb, as am I!)
Tesarik One: Indrila was calm as ever, but it was evident on her face that
she did NOT appreciate being accosted by the big man. She hissed as his hands
went along her thinly clad body. She'd left her sword and dagger at home, her
magic was good
Tesarik One: enough to defend herself with after all, so he'd find nothing
on her unless he decided to stick his hand into her bodice of holding where
she had several wands in that extradimensional space. She also had a pulsing
red ruby on a
Tesarik One: bracelet on her wrist, it looked as if there were a fire within
the ruby, but he'd probably not know what that was for. She frowned at the
man, blinking dark eyes slowly, and then turned to face Baldur when he spoke,
"In the future,
Tesarik One: make me aware you are going to touch me before you allow
someone to put their hands on me." Her voice was soft, not unkind in the
slightest, and got even softer when she continued, "Unless you wish them to
lose those hands."
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens might be as much a gem as Baldur was on the good to
evil scale, but he did his job professionally! He didn't touch her
inappropriately at all, just did his job, then nodded to Baldur when it was
all sorted out. No hands down
Lord Kissekatt: the bodice, just a peek to make sure there wasn't any shiny
metal waiting there to stab. He moved over towards Baldur, then, and nodded.
"She's fine, far as I can tell." Baldur looked to his bodyguard briefly.
"Thank you." He picked
Lord Kissekatt: up the cane resting against the side of his chair, and
pushed himself to his feet with a grunt, clearly one of his legs had been
wounded and was still recovering. He moved closer to Indrila, grinning just a
bit at her statement.
Lord Kissekatt: "My apologies, I was merely exercising a bit of caution." He
had a loose shirt on, not a high collared getup, so she'd be able to see the
very fresh scar running along his neck! "There's no need for any sort of
violence on either of
Lord Kissekatt: our parts." He eyed her for a moment, circling around her to
close the door and lock it so they wouldn't be intruded on. "From
appearances, you must be Indrila, unless I am mistaken?"
Tesarik One: "You are not mistaken, I am Indrila." She watched him move,
noting the cane and apparent wounded leg as well as the scar on his neck. A
finger lifted to run down the black tattoo that started on her lower lip and
ran down her chin,
Tesarik One: her neck, and disappeared into her bodice. She stopped at her
chin though, and then settled with both her hands clasped behind her back.
"Are you in need of the services of a skilled Inkantationist?"
Georg Pryme: Well, it was the moment of truth. He'd let word spread around
of his return, but he'd spent the majority of his time back at his shop,
getting things up and running again. Nothing good ever comes of a forge too
long cold. His
Georg Pryme: laborers had spent their time at the mines, earning him coin in
that fashion, supplying his ore to those who could make use of it while he
was away for a cut of the profit. He was a changed man, the patch gone.
Would he be
Georg Pryme: remembered? The question had haunted him enough while he made
the forge presentable once more, letting his suppliers know the ore could be
sent to the proper place once more. He stepped on up into the inn, the
brands standing out,
Georg Pryme: plain to be seen.
Lord Kissekatt: Andy was wrong! It didn't run along the neck so much as it
was a stab wound, just to the side of the trachea. Still quite noticeable and
nasty! "I rarely am. He moved in front of her again, settled his weight onto
the cane with a
Lord Kissekatt: wince, then extended his free hand to her. "I am Baldur
Kiseekatt." And after putting the prerequisite kiss on her hand, he let go
and moved back to his chair to lower himself into it. "Please, have a seat."
There were more chairs!
Lord Kissekatt: "I am in need of an Inkantationist, yes. My associate and
I..." He trailed off when the goatee'd man got up suddenly and moved over,
whispering to him. He nodded in response. "Yes, I'm sure I'll be fine." And
then out the door went
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens, heading down the stairs to the lobby! He'd smelled
someone new approaching! "Pardon the interruption. My associate and I are
recently returned from the Avilon Islands. Have you heard that the Rumerians
invaded?"
Georg Pryme: He made his way to the front desk, knowing this was one of
Baldur's establishments and taking the chance that he'd find him here. He
gave a slight nod to the fellow, the hilt of his greatsword sticking up over
his left shoulder.
Tesarik One: She offered her hand to him, nodding when he introduced
himself, and when offered a chair to sit in she moved and sat down. Hands
brushed out the skirt of her dress and then folded upon her lap. She was a
woman of few words, and
Georg Pryme: It was clearly that of Deathblow, the weapon that earned Georg
the nickname that haunted his reputation. That earned him his brands, falsle
though it was.
Tesarik One: merely sat down and waited for him to speak which he did. She
slid her eyes over to the bodyguard when he approached, and then back to
Baldur as Mittens left. "Yes. Maria told me of Avilon's tribulations, I am
glad they were
Lord Kissekatt: And Mittens, who will be in green text now, went on down the
stairs to stare at whoever was approaching the desk. The desk worker looked
at him as if for help, and down went the large man, eyes locked on Georg.
He'd seen the man a
Tesarik One: successful. You were wounded there." She did not ask it as a
question, she was staring hard at him, as if she knew far more than she let
on. She did have the ability to read someone's fate, though it wasn't
something she'd
Lord Kissekatt: few times in Baldur's company, generally in a favorable
light, but hadn't introduced himself in his human form! Of course, the boss
was a bit more wary than normal of late, so he wasn't just going to march him
up. "Georg Pryme. What
Lord Kissekatt: brings you here?"
Tesarik One: talked about much. She also tended to peer into the spirit
world when meeting new people, to see if there were spirits or creatures
attached to the person whispering to them, or aiding them in some way or
simply harassing them. "I
Tesarik One: have a very powerful potion blessed by Shitha herself that will
utterly heal you of everything you suffer from, if you would like it I will
give it to you. But, I understand if you do not, it is very precious to me
and the only one
Tesarik One: I have and will ever have. As for the ink... tell me more."
Lord Kissekatt: "How very astute of you." Yes, that was a bit sarcastic, of
course! "Yes, I was both wounded in battle, resulting in a broken leg, and
shortlya fterwards an assassin attempted to follow that up, and very nearly
succeeded. I trust
Lord Kissekatt: you can understand my wariness in light of that." He thought
on the idea of that potion for a moment, but ultimately shook his head. He'd
prevailed through worse than a few wounds before, he could get through this.
"No, thank you.
Lord Kissekatt: All I'll need from you is the ink work for both myself and
my associate, and a promise that you won't utter a word of the work done, to
anyone. I don't want anybody knowing what I had done, or even that I had any
work done. Can you
Lord Kissekatt: agree to that?"
Georg Pryme: He'd been intent on the fellow at the desk, having not heard
the man til he spoke up. He held up a finger to the desk worker, turning his
gaze to Mittens as he addressed him by name. "I'm here to present myself to
the Lord. I
Georg Pryme: should have done so sooner . . . " He just left it at that,
leaving it up to the man to respond as he would.
Tesarik One: "Yes." It wasn't as if she did much speaking anyway, and she
certainly did not talk about her ink work to anyone. It was an easy thing to
agree to. She knew he'd soon enough get to just what he wanted for himself
and his associate
Tesarik One: so she leaned back, hands still folded, and waited to be told.
She was an odd and slightly creepy woman, the shadows tended to do that at
times, even though she was considered 'good'.
Lord Kissekatt: He grunted, then nodded once. "Stay there. That sword ain't
coming up, either. You'll get a pat down for other weapons if he'll see you,
but he's in a meeting. Don't get your hopes up." And then he went back up the
stairs! He didn't
Lord Kissekatt: knock, just went back into the room, and waited, since the
boss was talking! "Good. And you're not a human, so there's another point in
your favor." He picked up a glass he had on the end table nearby and had a
drink before
Lord Kissekatt: continuing. "I don't have any practical experience with
Inkantation, but I understand there are tattoos that are defensive in nature,
is this the case?" He flicked his eyes to Mittens then. "Georg Pryme, here to
see you." Baldur
Lord Kissekatt: tilted his head at that, not having expected it. After a
moment of consideration, he shrugged, then nodded, and picked up his jacket
to put it on. He didn't need Georg knowing all the details of his wounding!
He gave his cane a push
Lord Kissekatt: to slide it under the bed as well. And Mittens left the room
to see about getting Georg ready to go up!
Georg Pryme: He just grumbled as he heard that. Pat downs were more a
hassle for him than he liked to admit. He looked back to the desk worker, a
grin on his lips as the sword on his back appeared in his hands. He laid it
gently atop one of
Georg Pryme: the inn's tables. A Flamberge appeared as well, this he lay
next to Deathblow. The remaining sword he left in the scabbard, not wanting
the heat to start a fire, removing the scabbard and resting that on the other
side of
Tesarik One: "Yes, there are defensive tattoos from very low defense to high
defense, but they will not work if you wear armor. I can further enchant them
to have various properties as well." She glanced over as Mittens came back,
watching
Georg Pryme: Deathblow. He had no need for any other weapons, so he waited
to be checked to Mittens' approval.
Tesarik One: between the two of them, and then back to Baldur as he put on
his jacket. She said nothing about his change and merely waited to see what
else he wanted to know.
Lord Kissekatt: "My day to day life does not often require the wearing of
armor, at any rate." They tended to get all stuffy about it in high society!
He nodded. "Well then. I would want the highest level of defense you can
provide. I'f I'm to be
Lord Kissekatt: attacked again, I'd prefer the knife not get so deep, if it
gets through at all. I'd also like the design to commemorate our time spent
in the defense of Avilon. I've not mocked anything up, but I can unless you
prefer to work on it
Lord Kissekatt: all yourself, rather than go from an existing design." And
as promised, Georg got a thorough pat down to make sure he wasn't hiding any
weapons, before he was led up the stairs, down to the end of the all, and
then it was in the
Lord Kissekatt: door!
Georg Pryme: He itched to be parted from his blades. More the greatswords
than the flamberge. The latter was a means to an end, of a sort. His cloak
swayed about him, moving as if a wind was always tugging gently at it. He'd
gotten used to
Georg Pryme: it since its acquisition. He made no fuss of it, though.
There would be a reason for it, whether or not he was made privy to it.
Wasn't his call, and that was fine by him. He followed Mittens, nodding his
head. "Didn't catch
Georg Pryme: your name, by the way, fella." His voice no longer carried the
gruff quality he'd been using to disguise himself.
Tesarik One: "Do you wish me to complete the tattoo on one person before
moving on to your associate, or would you wish me to work in sessions on you
both, adding to both over time?" She paused, when the door opened, and
Mittens and Georg
Tesarik One: walked in. She did not say anything more about the tattoos,
since she was not sure about Georg or if Baldur wished for him to be privy to
what she was going to speak about.
Lord Kissekatt: "That depends, I suppose, on how the magic works. Will the
tattoo be functional before it is finished? If we can both get it at partial
strength, and then have it finished later, I would find that preferrable to
one of us being
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Lord Kissekatt: protected while the other is not." And then in came Georg
and Mittens! He looked to the door and sat up a bit, then nodded to Georg
when he saw him. "Georg, come in. Have a seat, my business for now is nearly
concluded." He looked
Lord Kissekatt: to Indrila then. Surely she'd know well enough to know that
he didn't want the wounds spoken of, since he'd concealed them! "We can
discuss the work around Georg, he knows better than to speak of things he
shouldn't." Mittens had
Lord Kissekatt: not responded to the comment on his name, since...well he
hadn't thrown the name! He moved to stand behind Baldur, leaning against the
wall a bit while they resumed business, eyes flitting back and forth on
occasion from Georg to
Lord Kissekatt: Indrila, and out the window, and...well he was just sorta
keeping an eye on everything! More importantly, he kept his nose on
everything.
Tesarik One: Once he continued to speak, and then said it was fine to talk
in front of Georg, her soft voice was heard again, "I can work up a design or
two, but welcome your input on the design. Yes, I am able to do them in
levels, the more ink
Tesarik One: I add the more defense it will give you. To get as much defense
as you wish, will take time, and it is better for it to be done in stages to
allow healing in between. I will be able to do it to half the final defense
quality on both
Tesarik One: of you, and then at a later date we can continue to add more.
Will 15,000 gold be suitable?" If it wasn't, well then he could go somewhere
else! Full price for the two tattoos was 26,000! (That's +9 DEF to both)
Georg Pryme: Baldur certainly had the right of it. Georg had pledged his
blade to the man and to the Lady as well. His scent carried that of an
earthen tone, more rock than soil, but a blend of the two. He gave a dip of
his head to Indrila,
Georg Pryme: his eyes taking her in a moment, putting her face to her name
and offered a polite smile as well. "Good eve, both of you. Sorry for the
late arrival. Took me a bit longer to wrap things up back in Kyngfeld, but I
shouldn't be
Georg Pryme: having the axe man at my back any longer." That part of his
past, it was a relief to be free of. He'd never fit in back there, even
without the mess it had been. Here, he had a chance.
Lord Kissekatt: "Your reputation leads me to believe I've no reason to doubt
your work, and I do not object to paying in full for all of the work, to
secure your services as they are available until it is done. How much would
you ask for as a
Lord Kissekatt: total for the entire job?" He looked over to Georg when he
spoke again, and nodded once. "It's quite alright, I only got back from
Avilon a week or two ago." He gestured to the bottle of akevitt he had one
the table, which was of
Lord Kissekatt: course what he'd been sipping at! "Help yourself to a drink
if you'd like." There were empty glasses to use of course! He looked back to
Indrila then. "Would you care for anything? Pardon my manners, I should have
asked when you
Lord Kissekatt: first arrived." He didn't really SOUND that sorry about it,
almost as if he were only doing it because it might be expected, but
well..that was Baldur. Polite because he had to be!
Tesarik One: "If you are seeking to engage my services only by you until it
is done, it will cost more. 20,000 gold. I already have promised work before
I arrived, but if we make this deal I will take no other work except yours
until it is done.
Tesarik One: It will expend all of my materials, I will have to build it up
again." She nodded to Georg, and shook her head at the offer for drink. She
was not here to socialize. "As for the first idea that comes to mind, a sword
piercing a red
Tesarik One: apple as I know Avilon is known for their apple orchards and no
doubt battles were fought amidst their many orchards, with three black roses
on vines curling around the sword's hilt and blade. The sigil for the
nobility of Avilon as
Tesarik One: you are aware I am certain are three black roses around a white
swan. For the second part of the work, 35,000 gold. For a total of 55,000
gold."
Georg Pryme: He got up and helped himself to a small portion of the drink
Baldur had mentioned. Looking over to see if there was a need for more in
Baldur's glass as well. He touched both glass and decanter as if he could
possibly break
Tesarik One: "We could do a shield, with three black roses on it as well,"
she said quietly as an afterthought.
Georg Pryme: it by simply doing so. He set the decanter back where he'd
gotten it from, and for the sake of keeping Mittens' job easier, he moved to
sit in a good line of sight to be kept in easy watch as he tended to his
duties. He sipped
Georg Pryme: slowly from his glass, most certainly not used to the quality
of the beverage. He thought up a list of items he'd need to replenish for
his home, the forge. Definitely needed to restock on paper. He had messages
to send out.
Lord Kissekatt: He thought about those design ideas, he did like them well
enough, but of course he wasn't intending to get the job all done right this
moment, nor would that even be possible. He also considered that price! He
had shopped around a
Lord Kissekatt: bit on his own, of course. Well, Mittens had, to get an idea
of prices so he'd have a good baseline. "I would not ask you to abandon any
work you've already promised, of course, although with that price I almost
think you might be
Lord Kissekatt: making fun of me, or assuming I did not do any research. I
think somewhere closer to 25,000 would be ample enough to cover your expenses
and make you a decent profit."
Tesarik One: "The market price for what you ask is 66,000 gold, Lord
Kissekatt. I do not think my price is making fun of you at all. You are a
wealthy man, asking me to use all of my supplies on you and your associate,
leaving me unable to do
Tesarik One: work for perhaps months. I do think I deserve a bit more
respect in my chosen field, but, I do not mind going slightly lower, you no
doubt have many strings that could be pulled to get better prices. So, I will
offer the work for
Tesarik One: you at a price of 35,000 gold. For everything."
Lord Kissekatt: "If I were used to getting things at market price, do you
truly think I would be a wealthy man?" He did enjoy negotiating! Normally
he'd be a bit nastier, of course. He considered her offer. He was going to
throw out a number very
Lord Kissekatt: close to that, but it wouldn't be quite as nice for her
profit-wise. "That is a much more reasonable price, but I do have one more
proposal. I'll pay 40,000, and keep you supplied in materials for the
duration of the work so it can
Lord Kissekatt: be done both more quickly, and won't use as much of your own
materials, so you can get back to your other work sooner." (ie: high quality
materials used, half CP cost, double gp cost!)
Lord Kissekatt: supplied in what materials I can find*
Georg Pryme: He smiled at the bargaining being done. He was glad to be
present for it, getting a feel for the way Indrila ran her business. He was
considering seeking a partner for his business once he expanded and had more
room for his
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Georg Pryme: shop. He definitely liked the way she handled herself, as well
as the pride she showed in her work. He leaned back in his seat slightly,
all four feet of the chair kept on the floor, but only just because he caught
himself at the
Georg Pryme: last second from tipping it in an idle fashion.
Tesarik One: She tilted her head, considering the offer, and then nodded
once. "Agreed." She thought that was fair, she wasn't attempting to become
wealthy, but she did not wish to lose money either. She was happy with the
arrangement, even if
Tesarik One: she knew it would not be such that would bring her other work
since it was being done so discreetly. "When do you wish me to begin on this
endeavor?"
Lord Kissekatt: Well, more appropriately, he'd pay 40,000 and open up some
of his contacts to her, so she'd get the ink she needed, but at a greater
expense, hence the profit dropping. He felt it was more fair to pay a bit
more in that situation so
Lord Kissekatt: she'd still make a decent profit. When she agreed, he
nodded, then reached into his desk to pull out a sheet of parchment, and ink
bottle, and a quill, drawing up a small little contract! Really it was just
for her to be given
Lord Kissekatt: payment, not an actual contract for the work, as it
specified no details. He turned the parchment around after signing it, then
slid the quill and ink over to her. "Please sign on there, so you can receive
payment from the desk
Lord Kissekatt: clerk in the lobby. You may start as soon as we settle on a
design, which I should have some suggestions on by tomorrow evening."
Tesarik One: She leaned over, taking the quill, and signed her name -
Indrila Greysong - she rarely if ever used the 'surname' she'd been given,
but a contract seemed like a good time to make sure everyone knew which
Indrila it was; not that
Tesarik One: it was a popular name! She blew across the ink to dry it, then
handed the quill back and leaned back again. "That is acceptable."
Georg Pryme: "I've heard the castle of Avilon itself was quite the sight to
behold. Granted, I was drunker than the speaker at the time, so I can't be
sure how accurate the fella was. Water and I . . . we get along, but not
when she's rocking
Georg Pryme: the boat to and fro . . . fro and to. I'll pass on that,
unless it's necessary." He shook his head gently. He had been on a ship
once. Once was enough in his book.
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Lord Kissekatt: "Very well, our business for now is concluded, you're free
to go whenever you like. Just take that note down to the clerk and he'll get
your gold. Pleasure doing business with you. I should be here through the
weekend, so if you
Lord Kissekatt: come by tomorrow, we can get the design squared away. Do you
prefer to work in your own establishment, or would you be able to make use of
the facilities here? I would prefer the latter, obviously, but arrangements
can be made if I
Lord Kissekatt: must go to you."
Lord Kissekatt: He looked over to Georg then, since he was rambling on a
bit, and lifted a brow. "That would be what portals are for." The Rumerians
had certainly been surprised to find the vanguard of the Doxenian army coming
through one!
Tesarik One: "I will be able to work here, I will bring my supplies with me
to wherever you are more comfortable with me doing the ink-work." She rose
then, bowing slightly to Baldur and then nodding to Georg. She took the note,
and headed
Tesarik One: towards the door without another word. Stepping out, she'd head
down the stairs in order to give the note to the clerk.
Lord Kissekatt: "Very well, here it shall be. Have a good night." Baldur may
not have gotten up, but it's okay 'cause Mittens got the door for Indrila and
walked her out, making sure everything went well with the gold! He'd
forgotten about the dog
Lord Kissekatt: outside, however, and he hissed at it again as he got to
that door, even though he wasn't even a cat at the time! And yep, Indrila got
her gold!
Georg Pryme: He looked to Baldur and nodded once, raising the glass in
salute. "That's why you're the boss, and I swing a hammer and a sword. If
only more armies thought that way, those crazy enough to go on the water can
have it all to
Georg Pryme: themselves." He finished the small amount that had remained in
his glass after the salute, setting it down on his leg, holding it as he sat
with his hand over the mouth of the glass. "She does good work, went to her
when Maria
Georg Pryme: footed the bill for a reward we were given." He held up his
arm, showing the simple tattoo he'd gotten. It was multi-purpose, and a
coiled rope. It would produce a fifty foot length when needed, which he'd
found plenty of use for
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Georg Pryme: while he was rounding up the miscreants responsible for the
murders he'd been framed of.
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Lord Kissekatt: "Well, it wasn't time effective to send more than the
initial counter-assault through. Too narrow, and too difficult to have a lot
of them opened in the same area, lest they interfere with each other." He
nodded a bit, then finished
Lord Kissekatt: off the liquor that was in his own glass. "And I know she
does good work. She'd have to, or else I wouldn't have heard of her." He eyed
Georg then, still seated of course! "You don't have your patch on anymore,
hm?"
Georg Pryme: He nodded in thought on that one. He knew more than a good
deal about soldier life, so he definitely understood that. It would be
rather costly to put all your eggs in one basket. "Yeah, the patch. The eye
works just fine, just
Georg Pryme: needed to keep the brands covered til I worked out my innocence
in everyone else's eyes. Didn't think it was something to bother you with .
. . I knew I didn't do it, but I didn't want your name drug through the mud
during the
Georg Pryme: process." He scratched at his beard, near where the brands
were. "That's the crappy thing about punishment like that. Magic brands are
magic brands. Still, I know I'm in the right, and all else do as well."
Lord Kissekatt: "Good that you got it sorted out, then." He nodded his
thanks rather than speaking it, in response to the bit about not wanting to
drag his name through the mud! He poured some more akevitt into his glass and
let it sit for a
Lord Kissekatt: moment. "That must be what you were dealing with while I was
at war. I fell behind on the recent goings-on, having that to deal with."
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Georg Pryme: "Indeed, it took up quite a bit of time. It was more of a mess
than even I was aware of. The reason all fingers pointed to the fella that
could turn into a rock monster was because it was a rock monster that did it.
My own
Georg Pryme: bastard of a father. He's rotting in some dimensional prison
now, is all I know. I voted for it to be a water dimension." He just nodded
at that. Definitely no love lost there.
Lord Kissekatt: Well! He would've seen to it that the man was executed if it
was murdering like that. Prisons could be broken out of, after all. He didn't
feel the need to mention that, however, he simply nodded as well. "What are
your plans now,
Lord Kissekatt: then?" And them Mittens came back into the room! No more
green.
Georg Pryme: "Well, my immediate plans are to generate enough coin to
acquire the blade I've had my eye on in the Emporiums listing. Stormbringer.
That's a blade I'd love to learn the secrets of, see if I can duplicate some
of its functions
Georg Pryme: with my own crafting." He wore a lop-sided grin as he spoke of
his goals, rubbing his chin idly as he spoke. "Other than that, I'm just
looking to get the smithy running, pick up a job here or there as they come
across and grab my
Georg Pryme: interest. Do what I can to secure enough of a backing for
myself, pitch a claim for a Knighthood when I feel I'm of the sufficient
skill for such a thing."
Lord Kissekatt: "Hm." He nodded at that. "How much do you need for it? I may
have some work you can do while I'm in town, which of course I'd be willing
to pay for." He shifted in his seat a bit, his leg growing stiff. Mittens
apparently took that
Lord Kissekatt: as a sign to leave, and off he went once again! He sure
didn't talk much when the boss was around, apparently!
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Georg Pryme: "Well, I ran into a funny little guy . . . Wibbels, I think his
name was. He made me a hat, so I have to pay him for that. That will leave
me owing close to eight thousand gold." He thought on it a moment, nodding
as he counted
Georg Pryme: in his head to try and give a solid number.
Lord Kissekatt: Did he seem like the sort of person that'd be interested in
funny? He looked to Georg's head at the mention of a hat, however. "Well, at
least he's not as stupid as his name sounds, if he did not give you the hat
before it was paid
Georg Pryme: "Scratch that, seven thousand to be precise. I've a few gems I
can trade in towards the value as well."
Lord Kissekatt: for." He opened up a book he had sitting on the desk and
checked a few things. "Hm. Well if I come up with anything for you to do,
I'll let you know. I can also provide you a loan if you wish." He knew Georg
was dependable enough to
Lord Kissekatt: pay him back, and wouldn't want cat claws tearing him open
if he didn't anyway!
Lord Kissekatt: (brb)
Iady kissekatt: Bianca strolled down the hallway after arriving through the
portal that connected them to their Doxenian manor, though being that she was
invisible not a person who might be around would see her. (Flickering Eye)
It wouldn't last
Iady kissekatt: too very long, but long enough for her to prowl around a
bit, and locate her husband. She paused at the door, as the invisibility wore
off, and the albino lady appeared dressed in a long white sleeveless gown.
Sarkotos was much
Iady kissekatt: hotter at this time of year than Doxenia after all, so she'd
come prepared. Having no sleeves to hide her white skin, the bands of white
ink tattoos would barely be visible on her flesh. She was heavily tattooed
but few knew it
Iady kissekatt: because they did not get close enough to her to see the
white against white tattoos that marked her as a Mystic. She actually had
some of the same tattoos as Indrila, now that Baldur had met Indrila he'd
note the similarities for
Iady kissekatt: both Bianca and Indrila had Arcane Finger Sleeves. Bianca's
were white of course, as opposed to Indrila's black and obvious ones. In
fact, Indrila had done the work! Perhaps that is how Baldur knew she did good
work! She rapped
Iady kissekatt: softly on the door.
Lord Kissekatt: He looked to the door, keeping his little mini-ledger out in
case Georg wanted to discuss a loan. He thought perhaps it was Mittens, but
Mittens wouldn't knock! And of course that damn cat was now nowhere to be
found. This was one
Lord Kissekatt: of those times he wished he could detecting by scent as well
as his bodyguard could! He glanced to Georg and gestured for him to move
nearer to the door, he could be an impromptu bodyguard! "Who is it?"
Georg Pryme: (sorry, afk a bit)
Lord Kissekatt: Well before she could answer anyway, Mittens walked right up
and opened the door, but gestured for his lady to go in first!
Iady kissekatt: She stepped away was Mittens approached, and opened the
door. Then through the open doorway she walked, smiling a smile that only
Baldur was privy to, as she saw him there. Georg was noted as well, and he
got a stare for a moment as
Georg Pryme: (back)
Iady kissekatt: her smile faded into a half-smile. She walked right across
to Baldur and around the desk, placing her hands on his shoulders as she
leaned down to kiss him on the side of the head. One hand slid down further,
across his chest, and
Iady kissekatt: into the pocket of his jacket she slipped a crystal vial
surreptitiously. A little more time nuzzling into his neck, her breath soft
and warm, and then she rose and continued to rest her hand on Baldur's
shoulder as she glanced to
Iady kissekatt: Georg again. "Hello Georg."
Georg Pryme: He'd moved as Baldur had suggested, thinking on the matter of
the loan. He weighed and measured the options, his fingers returning to his
chin to scratch at his beard. He gave a bow to Bianca as she made her way
in, giving her
Georg Pryme: plenty of room to move in and by, as well as Mittens. "If it
won't put you out too much, the loan would probably be the quickest way to
come by it." He then turned as Bianca spoke his name, a smile offered as he
greeted her,
Georg Pryme: having wanted to give her time to greet Baldur before
distracting her attention. "And hello to you as well, Lady Bianca."
Lord Kissekatt: He smiled when he saw it was Bianca, and sat up just a
little. WHen she moved over to give him that kiss he smiled and gave her an
affectionate little side-hug, then brushed his fingers through her hair a
moment while she nuzzled.
Lord Kissekatt: "Hello, love." And then Mittens moved over to his usual spot
behind Baldur, who then looked to the door, which the cat had left open!
"Georg, would you be so kind as to close and lock the door, please?" And
assuming he did, Baldur
Lord Kissekatt: would produce the vial while his back was turned and pour
the contents into his akevitt, before slipping the vial away. He had another
drink and considered his ledger a moment, then nodded. "A loan of seven
thousand would be doable.
Lord Kissekatt: Does a month's time to repay it sound equally reasonable to
you?"
Iady kissekatt: Fingers trailed to the back of Baldur's neck and she twirled
her finger into his hair, and caressed her fingers through it absently as he
talked business with Georg, though at his greeting he would get one back,
"Hello angel." She
Iady kissekatt: was glad to see he'd taken the vial immediately. After a few
moments of giving her beloved husband more affection, she moved over to the
window and pushed back the drapes, so she could open the window and sit on
the windowsill,
Iady kissekatt: peering out with her sharp though very pale eyes.
Georg Pryme: He was happy to oblige Baldur, turning and setting to the task.
He was practically next to it as it was, so he closed and locked the door as
was requested. He thought over the question, thinking on work he could do in
that time to
Georg Pryme: come up with the coin in the time mentioned. He had a few
things lined up he could do, and if worse came to worse, he could sell one or
two of his current weapons if he didn't turn up with it. "Aye, it should be
more than ample
Georg Pryme: time to come up with the required sum."
Lord Kissekatt: He let out a small sigh of relief as the medicine he'd been
given started to kick in, and had a larger drink of his akevitt just to get
more of it down! At least his liver was more than up to the task to deal with
the abuse he
Lord Kissekatt: sometimes put it through. He nodded at Georg's words, then
wrote a few notes down in the ledger, before pulling out another parchment
and scribbling out a little lending contract. This one did in fact have
terms, and penalties in
Lord Kissekatt: place if it was not repaid in time! No interest if repaid in
the agreed upon month, and horribly savage interest rates if it was not. He
finished writing it up, signed, and then offered it over to Georg. "Feel free
to look over it,
Lord Kissekatt: of course. Sign if agreed, and like Indrila, you can collect
the gold from the clerk in the lobby. Who, unless you've given up on carrying
large swords around, should have your weapons as well?"
Iady kissekatt: She sniffed the air, and a not very nice grin formed as she
drew in even more of the warm breeze. "Mmm. Someone has died recently here. I
came at the right time." Her spell, Carrion's Call, was just the thing to
help her find newly
Iady kissekatt: dead bodies to her her coraxy things to, such as drink one
of the eyes. "Of course, I didn't come just to find some freshly dead
corpses," she replied rather quickly as her gaze swept to her handsome
husband again and her grin
Iady kissekatt: formed into an affectionate smile as she gazed at him. "How
are you feeling tonight, my darling?"
Georg Pryme: He nodded thoughtfully as he considered the amount of coin. It
was a hefty sum, all added up, but also what he was borrowing. He would
prove to be good for it, prove to his Lord and Lady that he was a man of his
word. He moved
Georg Pryme: to take the contract, looking it over and giving it a good
read, ensuring that he was familiar with the terms and conditions it
contained. Once he had absorbed it in, he bent down over the nearest flat
surface and scrawled a quick
Georg Pryme: signature in a blocky script: 'Georg Pryme' it read, simple and
precise. He tucked the note into his pack for the time being, reaching
instinctively for the hilt of a weapon which lay in the care of the desk
worker. "If he knows
Georg Pryme: what's good for him, they haven't left his sight. Wasn't easy
to agree to part with them, but I pity the unlucky sap that tries to make off
with them."
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens was easily creeped out by some of the things his
lady said! He eyed her for a moment, and ..well it just wasn't fair that he
got freaked out by a dog earlier and she didn't have to deal with anything
scary! Now this madness?
Lord Kissekatt: He looked at Baldur looking at either his wife or Georg,
then looked at Bianca looking at her husband, and then looked at Georg, not
looking at anything important as far as he was concerned, and since nobody
was paying enough
Lord Kissekatt: attention to stop him, he shifted into cat form all
quiet-like, then suddenly leapt up onto the desk and let out a spooky
meow/yowl, right at Bianca.
Lord Kissekatt: "He's trustworthy, or I wouldn't have him minding the desk
while I'm visitng." He really didn't care who minded the desk while he was
away, since they couldn't exactly get through the portal to his other home,
anyway! And then
Georg Pryme: He grinned as he heard Bianca, a light chuckle at her words of
death. "And on that matter, don't hesitate to call on me if you need a hand
in that venue. I'm more than fine with doing such things."
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens decided to try and raise some hell. He scowled.
"Mittens! You know better than that!"
Iady kissekatt: She was looking all sweetly at her husband, when Mittens
decided to be a meanie. She shrieked when he appeared all catified on the
desk, and grabbed the sides of the window to keep herself from falling right
out. What she did next
Iady kissekatt: depends on if she had the willpower to even stay within the
same room as the cat!
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Lord Kissekatt: Mittens licked at a paw and then ran it along his head,
preening all cutely on the desk.
Iady kissekatt: So it seemed she was merely shaken at the sight of Mittens,
and did not run from the room. She did stare daggers at the cat though,
planning all sorts of evil things to do to the cat when Baldur wasn't around.
She wrapped her arms
Iady kissekatt: around herself and slid out of the window, moving to a chair
as far away as she could get to the preening cat and still be in the room,
and sat down, "Mittens. You will pay for that. I won't kill you out of
respect for Baldur, but
Iady kissekatt: you will pay you bastard." She was thinking of what poisons
she could add to his food or drink that would keep him in the litter box for
hours. That would show him.
Georg Pryme: Tension. You could feel it in the room as the cat leapt up and
started acting all cat-like towards Bianca. "I'd watch that one . . . seems
a bit jealous."
Lord Kissekatt: Normally at this point he'd just get up and toss Mittens out
the door, but his leg kept him from doing that, and Bianca certainly wasn't
going to. He sighed, and well..hoped that pain medicine he'd been given would
do the trick. He
Lord Kissekatt: stood up with a wince and a grunt, but it worked well enough
that it didn't look much different from someone who'd just been sitting for
too long. The walking with a pretty good limp was much more noticeable, of
course, but he did
Lord Kissekatt: it anyway, snatching Mittens by the scruff of the neck,
unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door, then tossing the cat out. "You
stay out there for the rest of the night." The cat, of course, tried to
scamper right back into the
Lord Kissekatt: room before the door shut, bee-lining towards Bianca, but
Baldur caught him by the neck again, tossed him right back out and slammed
the door shut after. And Andy meant to put most of that in blue, but oh well.
Iady kissekatt: "Jealous, that's about right. I bet when I'm gone, he's all
curled up next to Baldur purring like mad, thinking of having Baldur's hands
on his body." She snickered at the thought of Baldur and Mittens in bed
together, and then it
Iady kissekatt: made her start laughing even more until she was just sitting
in the chair and laughing like a crazy woman as Baldur rose and chunked the
cat out the door. When she finally stopped her laughter, she was still
grinning and her cheeks
Iady kissekatt: had gotten a little red, "He has never appreciated what I
bring to this family."
Georg Pryme: It was during all this commotion that Georg looked around for
Mittens. The humanoid version, that is. And it was a good thing Georg could
add, because one less body in a room, and one cat thrown out of the room.
Well, he'd grin
Georg Pryme: as he puzzled it out, but he'd avoid commenting on it. "A few
more times of being thrown out the door might do the trick." He chuckled
softly, turning his gaze to Baldur. The limp was difficult to not notice,
and he just shook
Georg Pryme: his head gently. "I should have been beside you, and I wasn't.
How can I make it up to you both?"
Iady kissekatt: "It won't." She shook her head, that cat would never learn.
"I'll have to kill the poison the creature for good one of these days." She
was crazy enough to do it too.
Iady kissekatt: *have to poison
Lord Kissekatt: He sat himself down once more with a grunt, then picked up
his glass and downed the rest of the contents immediately. He let out a sigh
then and closed his eyes, letting the medicine and the alcohol combine a bit
more, but since the
Lord Kissekatt: leg cat was out of the bag, at least, he then leaned over,
reached under the bed, and grabbed his cane so it'd be in easy reach if he
got up again. He opened his eyes at Bianca's last comment and narrowed them,
giving her a look.
Lord Kissekatt: "You do that, and I'll set fire to that damned aviary." He
looked to Georg once again then, and shook his head. "You're neither
Doxenian, nor Avilonian. It was not your fight. If you wish to make it up
anyway, kill the next Rumerian
Lord Kissekatt: you see." Was he serious? Probably not, that wasn't his
style!
Iady kissekatt: "What?" She stared right back at him, lips curled in a bit
of a snarl as she leaned back and crossed her arms across her chest and
looked pitiful, her snarl turning into the cutest little evil pout. After a
few moments of pouting,
Iady kissekatt: she sighed, "I won't kill the bastard." But she'd certainly
make the cat pay in some way or another, that wouldn't kill him. And wouldn't
incapacitate him either, because she did know Mittens was her husband's
bodyguard and she
Lord Kissekatt: She could just buy a dog! (brb!0
Iady kissekatt: certainly didn't want anything to happen to him. "Maybe I'll
shave him."
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Georg Pryme: He looked about the room as Baldur said those words. They were
true, and it was a fair sentiment, but he shook his head gently. "Well,
technically, I'm of nowhere anymore. My name might be cleared, but I'm not
willing to give up
Georg Pryme: the brands, so Kyngfeld will never be an option. They'll need
to suffer just as much as I have before I'll even consider it." He could be
as stubborn as a mountain on some things. "If that's what it takes to make
it up, then
Georg Pryme: that is what I'll do, count on it." Oh, that put a bit of a
wicked gleam in Georg's eyes. Of course, he'd be sure to not wind up in a
pot similar to the one he'd just gotten out of.
Lord Kissekatt: He reached over and gave her a little squeeze and pat on the
shoulder while she was pouting, because it was just too cute! He nodded when
she said she wouldn't kill him, and cringed at the idea of the poor thing
getting shaved, but
Lord Kissekatt: that certainly wouldn't lessen his ability to do his job! He
looked back to Georg then and shook his head, letting out a bit of a chuckle.
"I was joking. They can be defeated easily enough in a proper war. As I said,
I may have some
Lord Kissekatt: work that needs done, I just can't think of any off the top
of my head."
Lord Kissekatt: He moved a hand over his mouth to cover a yawn. "Well then.
I think I'm just about ready to turn in for the night." That tonic made him
sleepy!
Georg Pryme: He gave a slight chuckle at that, nodding gently. True, he was
a member of the Heart, but he knew his capabilities. "Well, don't hesitate
to call on me. I've been working on my shapeshifting, but I can't turn into
anything small
Iady kissekatt: She could certainly buy a dog! Maybe she would. She
stretched a little, and glanced over to Georg when he offered to make some
corpses for her, and to kill the next Rumerian he saw, another wicked grin
forming upon pale lips. At the
Iady kissekatt: yawn from Baldur, she rose and moved over to her husband and
offered her hand to him, "May I accompany you to the bedchambers, my love?"
Georg Pryme: or cat-like to upset the lady, so no need to worry on that
front." He chuckled again, lifting from his seat, carrying his empty glass
with him as he made his way to the door. He stopped as he got there,
listening for signs of
Georg Pryme: Mittens before unlocking and opening the door a tad to make
sure the critter wouldn't come in and harrass Bianca again. He eased it open
slowly, wedging himself into the opening to ensure to his best ability that
the scenario he
Georg Pryme: was trying to avoid would remain avoided. He made his way to
the desk clerk, handing the note with his and Baldur's signatures to the man
and collected his weapons, securing his scabbard about his frame once more
while the sum was
Georg Pryme: collected and brought to Georg. He placed it just so about his
person, splitting it up among places on his person where even if he was
robbed, they'd not get it all without blood being spilt.
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens was sulking, but he was right outside the door,
staring and still enough to almost be a statue, apart from the occasional
movement of his tail.He might have been kicked out, but he was keeping an eye
on things still! Georg
Lord Kissekatt: got his gold, Baldur and Bianca retired safely to their
bedchambers, and all was well!
Georg Pryme: And off he went, stopping to gather the paper and ink he'd
hought of earlier, and then set about writing the notes and missives he
needed to tend to.
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Lord Kissekatt: (Ah! We have another intruder!)
Iady kissekatt: Bianca glared at Mittens as they walked past, but said
nothing. And yep, to bed they'd go!
would think of as an inn, since it was just a decently sized manor! Almost
more like a bed and breakfast, except even more preposterously expensive.
There was a reason he
Lord Kissekatt: made so much gold off of a place that could only comfortably
hold about ten guests at a time, after all. And it was open for business!
(brb)
Tesarik One: Indrila happened upon the advertisement for ink work, and since
she'd taken a break from keeping an eye on Veronica she headed out to the inn
where she'd read she could speak to someone about the job. The ghost elf
waited till
Tesarik One: dark, and then headed towards the inn, her furry sainthound
trailing behind her. She certainly looked the part of a tattoo artist, having
tattoos visible on her face, fingers, hands and arms and even visible through
the sheer
Tesarik One: material that draped about her body, opaque in the areas that
needed to be hidden for propriety's sake. Her silvery hair hung free, and
black eyes gazed about her as she looked not only at the visible world, but
the spirit world
Tesarik One: beyond with her Shroudsight. She spoke softly to Melethril
when she arrived, "Stay." The dog sat on his hind end and panted, and she
opened the door and stepped in. Discreet, it had said. She walked to whoever
was behind the desk
Tesarik One: and paused a moment, eyes flickering here and there, before
settling on the person again. "I've come to speak on business with Lord
Kissekatt." Her voice was soft, she did not like speaking louder than that.
Lord Kissekatt: Oh yeah she had a big ol' dog! When the door opened, a
rather large black fluffy cat with white forepaws plopped down from whatever
shelf he'd been hiding on and arched its back, ears flat and it let out a
hiss at the dog it could
Lord Kissekatt: see outside that door, but once the door was closed, the cat
calmed down and rubbed up against Indrila's leg, letting out a mew. It
followed her over to the desk, unless she picked him up and carried him the
rest of the way. The
Lord Kissekatt: desk worker watched her with eyes that were a strange shade
of yellow, but nodded when she said she was here about the tattoo work. The
large cat then hopped onto the counter, and mewed again when the worker
looked to him. The
Lord Kissekatt: worker then looked back to Indrila and nodded. "Very well.
Please head up the stairs, and take the door at the end of the hall on the
right." The cat sprinted right up those stairs ahead of her to get there
first, of course!
Tesarik One: She hadn't asked for Baldur. She'd only asked for the tattoo
work. Anyway - she listened to the instructions without another word, nodded,
and headed up the stairs and down the hall, and then opened the door if it
was shut, or just
Tesarik One: walked through the doorway if it was open. She'd not been told
to knock or anything so she followed the instructions to the letter.
Lord Kissekatt: It was shut, but she'd be let in! It had been locked until a
moment ago, but that cat was nowhere to be found! When she went in the room,
she'd be immediately accosted by a rather large man with long hair and a
goatee! Not attacked
Lord Kissekatt: or anything, but he did give her a good pat-down to make
sure she didn't have any weapons on her that he couldn't see outright! He'd
also take any that he could, unless of course she resisted! Baldur, of
course, was seated in a
Lord Kissekatt: chair facing the door but a bit off to the side so he
wouldn't be in a direct line of fire. "Anything he takes, you'll get back
when we're done. You have my word." (brb)
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Lord Kissekatt: (back)
Georg Pryme: (wb, as am I!)
Tesarik One: Indrila was calm as ever, but it was evident on her face that
she did NOT appreciate being accosted by the big man. She hissed as his hands
went along her thinly clad body. She'd left her sword and dagger at home, her
magic was good
Tesarik One: enough to defend herself with after all, so he'd find nothing
on her unless he decided to stick his hand into her bodice of holding where
she had several wands in that extradimensional space. She also had a pulsing
red ruby on a
Tesarik One: bracelet on her wrist, it looked as if there were a fire within
the ruby, but he'd probably not know what that was for. She frowned at the
man, blinking dark eyes slowly, and then turned to face Baldur when he spoke,
"In the future,
Tesarik One: make me aware you are going to touch me before you allow
someone to put their hands on me." Her voice was soft, not unkind in the
slightest, and got even softer when she continued, "Unless you wish them to
lose those hands."
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens might be as much a gem as Baldur was on the good to
evil scale, but he did his job professionally! He didn't touch her
inappropriately at all, just did his job, then nodded to Baldur when it was
all sorted out. No hands down
Lord Kissekatt: the bodice, just a peek to make sure there wasn't any shiny
metal waiting there to stab. He moved over towards Baldur, then, and nodded.
"She's fine, far as I can tell." Baldur looked to his bodyguard briefly.
"Thank you." He picked
Lord Kissekatt: up the cane resting against the side of his chair, and
pushed himself to his feet with a grunt, clearly one of his legs had been
wounded and was still recovering. He moved closer to Indrila, grinning just a
bit at her statement.
Lord Kissekatt: "My apologies, I was merely exercising a bit of caution." He
had a loose shirt on, not a high collared getup, so she'd be able to see the
very fresh scar running along his neck! "There's no need for any sort of
violence on either of
Lord Kissekatt: our parts." He eyed her for a moment, circling around her to
close the door and lock it so they wouldn't be intruded on. "From
appearances, you must be Indrila, unless I am mistaken?"
Tesarik One: "You are not mistaken, I am Indrila." She watched him move,
noting the cane and apparent wounded leg as well as the scar on his neck. A
finger lifted to run down the black tattoo that started on her lower lip and
ran down her chin,
Tesarik One: her neck, and disappeared into her bodice. She stopped at her
chin though, and then settled with both her hands clasped behind her back.
"Are you in need of the services of a skilled Inkantationist?"
Georg Pryme: Well, it was the moment of truth. He'd let word spread around
of his return, but he'd spent the majority of his time back at his shop,
getting things up and running again. Nothing good ever comes of a forge too
long cold. His
Georg Pryme: laborers had spent their time at the mines, earning him coin in
that fashion, supplying his ore to those who could make use of it while he
was away for a cut of the profit. He was a changed man, the patch gone.
Would he be
Georg Pryme: remembered? The question had haunted him enough while he made
the forge presentable once more, letting his suppliers know the ore could be
sent to the proper place once more. He stepped on up into the inn, the
brands standing out,
Georg Pryme: plain to be seen.
Lord Kissekatt: Andy was wrong! It didn't run along the neck so much as it
was a stab wound, just to the side of the trachea. Still quite noticeable and
nasty! "I rarely am. He moved in front of her again, settled his weight onto
the cane with a
Lord Kissekatt: wince, then extended his free hand to her. "I am Baldur
Kiseekatt." And after putting the prerequisite kiss on her hand, he let go
and moved back to his chair to lower himself into it. "Please, have a seat."
There were more chairs!
Lord Kissekatt: "I am in need of an Inkantationist, yes. My associate and
I..." He trailed off when the goatee'd man got up suddenly and moved over,
whispering to him. He nodded in response. "Yes, I'm sure I'll be fine." And
then out the door went
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens, heading down the stairs to the lobby! He'd smelled
someone new approaching! "Pardon the interruption. My associate and I are
recently returned from the Avilon Islands. Have you heard that the Rumerians
invaded?"
Georg Pryme: He made his way to the front desk, knowing this was one of
Baldur's establishments and taking the chance that he'd find him here. He
gave a slight nod to the fellow, the hilt of his greatsword sticking up over
his left shoulder.
Tesarik One: She offered her hand to him, nodding when he introduced
himself, and when offered a chair to sit in she moved and sat down. Hands
brushed out the skirt of her dress and then folded upon her lap. She was a
woman of few words, and
Georg Pryme: It was clearly that of Deathblow, the weapon that earned Georg
the nickname that haunted his reputation. That earned him his brands, falsle
though it was.
Tesarik One: merely sat down and waited for him to speak which he did. She
slid her eyes over to the bodyguard when he approached, and then back to
Baldur as Mittens left. "Yes. Maria told me of Avilon's tribulations, I am
glad they were
Lord Kissekatt: And Mittens, who will be in green text now, went on down the
stairs to stare at whoever was approaching the desk. The desk worker looked
at him as if for help, and down went the large man, eyes locked on Georg.
He'd seen the man a
Tesarik One: successful. You were wounded there." She did not ask it as a
question, she was staring hard at him, as if she knew far more than she let
on. She did have the ability to read someone's fate, though it wasn't
something she'd
Lord Kissekatt: few times in Baldur's company, generally in a favorable
light, but hadn't introduced himself in his human form! Of course, the boss
was a bit more wary than normal of late, so he wasn't just going to march him
up. "Georg Pryme. What
Lord Kissekatt: brings you here?"
Tesarik One: talked about much. She also tended to peer into the spirit
world when meeting new people, to see if there were spirits or creatures
attached to the person whispering to them, or aiding them in some way or
simply harassing them. "I
Tesarik One: have a very powerful potion blessed by Shitha herself that will
utterly heal you of everything you suffer from, if you would like it I will
give it to you. But, I understand if you do not, it is very precious to me
and the only one
Tesarik One: I have and will ever have. As for the ink... tell me more."
Lord Kissekatt: "How very astute of you." Yes, that was a bit sarcastic, of
course! "Yes, I was both wounded in battle, resulting in a broken leg, and
shortlya fterwards an assassin attempted to follow that up, and very nearly
succeeded. I trust
Lord Kissekatt: you can understand my wariness in light of that." He thought
on the idea of that potion for a moment, but ultimately shook his head. He'd
prevailed through worse than a few wounds before, he could get through this.
"No, thank you.
Lord Kissekatt: All I'll need from you is the ink work for both myself and
my associate, and a promise that you won't utter a word of the work done, to
anyone. I don't want anybody knowing what I had done, or even that I had any
work done. Can you
Lord Kissekatt: agree to that?"
Georg Pryme: He'd been intent on the fellow at the desk, having not heard
the man til he spoke up. He held up a finger to the desk worker, turning his
gaze to Mittens as he addressed him by name. "I'm here to present myself to
the Lord. I
Georg Pryme: should have done so sooner . . . " He just left it at that,
leaving it up to the man to respond as he would.
Tesarik One: "Yes." It wasn't as if she did much speaking anyway, and she
certainly did not talk about her ink work to anyone. It was an easy thing to
agree to. She knew he'd soon enough get to just what he wanted for himself
and his associate
Tesarik One: so she leaned back, hands still folded, and waited to be told.
She was an odd and slightly creepy woman, the shadows tended to do that at
times, even though she was considered 'good'.
Lord Kissekatt: He grunted, then nodded once. "Stay there. That sword ain't
coming up, either. You'll get a pat down for other weapons if he'll see you,
but he's in a meeting. Don't get your hopes up." And then he went back up the
stairs! He didn't
Lord Kissekatt: knock, just went back into the room, and waited, since the
boss was talking! "Good. And you're not a human, so there's another point in
your favor." He picked up a glass he had on the end table nearby and had a
drink before
Lord Kissekatt: continuing. "I don't have any practical experience with
Inkantation, but I understand there are tattoos that are defensive in nature,
is this the case?" He flicked his eyes to Mittens then. "Georg Pryme, here to
see you." Baldur
Lord Kissekatt: tilted his head at that, not having expected it. After a
moment of consideration, he shrugged, then nodded, and picked up his jacket
to put it on. He didn't need Georg knowing all the details of his wounding!
He gave his cane a push
Lord Kissekatt: to slide it under the bed as well. And Mittens left the room
to see about getting Georg ready to go up!
Georg Pryme: He just grumbled as he heard that. Pat downs were more a
hassle for him than he liked to admit. He looked back to the desk worker, a
grin on his lips as the sword on his back appeared in his hands. He laid it
gently atop one of
Georg Pryme: the inn's tables. A Flamberge appeared as well, this he lay
next to Deathblow. The remaining sword he left in the scabbard, not wanting
the heat to start a fire, removing the scabbard and resting that on the other
side of
Tesarik One: "Yes, there are defensive tattoos from very low defense to high
defense, but they will not work if you wear armor. I can further enchant them
to have various properties as well." She glanced over as Mittens came back,
watching
Georg Pryme: Deathblow. He had no need for any other weapons, so he waited
to be checked to Mittens' approval.
Tesarik One: between the two of them, and then back to Baldur as he put on
his jacket. She said nothing about his change and merely waited to see what
else he wanted to know.
Lord Kissekatt: "My day to day life does not often require the wearing of
armor, at any rate." They tended to get all stuffy about it in high society!
He nodded. "Well then. I would want the highest level of defense you can
provide. I'f I'm to be
Lord Kissekatt: attacked again, I'd prefer the knife not get so deep, if it
gets through at all. I'd also like the design to commemorate our time spent
in the defense of Avilon. I've not mocked anything up, but I can unless you
prefer to work on it
Lord Kissekatt: all yourself, rather than go from an existing design." And
as promised, Georg got a thorough pat down to make sure he wasn't hiding any
weapons, before he was led up the stairs, down to the end of the all, and
then it was in the
Lord Kissekatt: door!
Georg Pryme: He itched to be parted from his blades. More the greatswords
than the flamberge. The latter was a means to an end, of a sort. His cloak
swayed about him, moving as if a wind was always tugging gently at it. He'd
gotten used to
Georg Pryme: it since its acquisition. He made no fuss of it, though.
There would be a reason for it, whether or not he was made privy to it.
Wasn't his call, and that was fine by him. He followed Mittens, nodding his
head. "Didn't catch
Georg Pryme: your name, by the way, fella." His voice no longer carried the
gruff quality he'd been using to disguise himself.
Tesarik One: "Do you wish me to complete the tattoo on one person before
moving on to your associate, or would you wish me to work in sessions on you
both, adding to both over time?" She paused, when the door opened, and
Mittens and Georg
Tesarik One: walked in. She did not say anything more about the tattoos,
since she was not sure about Georg or if Baldur wished for him to be privy to
what she was going to speak about.
Lord Kissekatt: "That depends, I suppose, on how the magic works. Will the
tattoo be functional before it is finished? If we can both get it at partial
strength, and then have it finished later, I would find that preferrable to
one of us being
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Lord Kissekatt: protected while the other is not." And then in came Georg
and Mittens! He looked to the door and sat up a bit, then nodded to Georg
when he saw him. "Georg, come in. Have a seat, my business for now is nearly
concluded." He looked
Lord Kissekatt: to Indrila then. Surely she'd know well enough to know that
he didn't want the wounds spoken of, since he'd concealed them! "We can
discuss the work around Georg, he knows better than to speak of things he
shouldn't." Mittens had
Lord Kissekatt: not responded to the comment on his name, since...well he
hadn't thrown the name! He moved to stand behind Baldur, leaning against the
wall a bit while they resumed business, eyes flitting back and forth on
occasion from Georg to
Lord Kissekatt: Indrila, and out the window, and...well he was just sorta
keeping an eye on everything! More importantly, he kept his nose on
everything.
Tesarik One: Once he continued to speak, and then said it was fine to talk
in front of Georg, her soft voice was heard again, "I can work up a design or
two, but welcome your input on the design. Yes, I am able to do them in
levels, the more ink
Tesarik One: I add the more defense it will give you. To get as much defense
as you wish, will take time, and it is better for it to be done in stages to
allow healing in between. I will be able to do it to half the final defense
quality on both
Tesarik One: of you, and then at a later date we can continue to add more.
Will 15,000 gold be suitable?" If it wasn't, well then he could go somewhere
else! Full price for the two tattoos was 26,000! (That's +9 DEF to both)
Georg Pryme: Baldur certainly had the right of it. Georg had pledged his
blade to the man and to the Lady as well. His scent carried that of an
earthen tone, more rock than soil, but a blend of the two. He gave a dip of
his head to Indrila,
Georg Pryme: his eyes taking her in a moment, putting her face to her name
and offered a polite smile as well. "Good eve, both of you. Sorry for the
late arrival. Took me a bit longer to wrap things up back in Kyngfeld, but I
shouldn't be
Georg Pryme: having the axe man at my back any longer." That part of his
past, it was a relief to be free of. He'd never fit in back there, even
without the mess it had been. Here, he had a chance.
Lord Kissekatt: "Your reputation leads me to believe I've no reason to doubt
your work, and I do not object to paying in full for all of the work, to
secure your services as they are available until it is done. How much would
you ask for as a
Lord Kissekatt: total for the entire job?" He looked over to Georg when he
spoke again, and nodded once. "It's quite alright, I only got back from
Avilon a week or two ago." He gestured to the bottle of akevitt he had one
the table, which was of
Lord Kissekatt: course what he'd been sipping at! "Help yourself to a drink
if you'd like." There were empty glasses to use of course! He looked back to
Indrila then. "Would you care for anything? Pardon my manners, I should have
asked when you
Lord Kissekatt: first arrived." He didn't really SOUND that sorry about it,
almost as if he were only doing it because it might be expected, but
well..that was Baldur. Polite because he had to be!
Tesarik One: "If you are seeking to engage my services only by you until it
is done, it will cost more. 20,000 gold. I already have promised work before
I arrived, but if we make this deal I will take no other work except yours
until it is done.
Tesarik One: It will expend all of my materials, I will have to build it up
again." She nodded to Georg, and shook her head at the offer for drink. She
was not here to socialize. "As for the first idea that comes to mind, a sword
piercing a red
Tesarik One: apple as I know Avilon is known for their apple orchards and no
doubt battles were fought amidst their many orchards, with three black roses
on vines curling around the sword's hilt and blade. The sigil for the
nobility of Avilon as
Tesarik One: you are aware I am certain are three black roses around a white
swan. For the second part of the work, 35,000 gold. For a total of 55,000
gold."
Georg Pryme: He got up and helped himself to a small portion of the drink
Baldur had mentioned. Looking over to see if there was a need for more in
Baldur's glass as well. He touched both glass and decanter as if he could
possibly break
Tesarik One: "We could do a shield, with three black roses on it as well,"
she said quietly as an afterthought.
Georg Pryme: it by simply doing so. He set the decanter back where he'd
gotten it from, and for the sake of keeping Mittens' job easier, he moved to
sit in a good line of sight to be kept in easy watch as he tended to his
duties. He sipped
Georg Pryme: slowly from his glass, most certainly not used to the quality
of the beverage. He thought up a list of items he'd need to replenish for
his home, the forge. Definitely needed to restock on paper. He had messages
to send out.
Lord Kissekatt: He thought about those design ideas, he did like them well
enough, but of course he wasn't intending to get the job all done right this
moment, nor would that even be possible. He also considered that price! He
had shopped around a
Lord Kissekatt: bit on his own, of course. Well, Mittens had, to get an idea
of prices so he'd have a good baseline. "I would not ask you to abandon any
work you've already promised, of course, although with that price I almost
think you might be
Lord Kissekatt: making fun of me, or assuming I did not do any research. I
think somewhere closer to 25,000 would be ample enough to cover your expenses
and make you a decent profit."
Tesarik One: "The market price for what you ask is 66,000 gold, Lord
Kissekatt. I do not think my price is making fun of you at all. You are a
wealthy man, asking me to use all of my supplies on you and your associate,
leaving me unable to do
Tesarik One: work for perhaps months. I do think I deserve a bit more
respect in my chosen field, but, I do not mind going slightly lower, you no
doubt have many strings that could be pulled to get better prices. So, I will
offer the work for
Tesarik One: you at a price of 35,000 gold. For everything."
Lord Kissekatt: "If I were used to getting things at market price, do you
truly think I would be a wealthy man?" He did enjoy negotiating! Normally
he'd be a bit nastier, of course. He considered her offer. He was going to
throw out a number very
Lord Kissekatt: close to that, but it wouldn't be quite as nice for her
profit-wise. "That is a much more reasonable price, but I do have one more
proposal. I'll pay 40,000, and keep you supplied in materials for the
duration of the work so it can
Lord Kissekatt: be done both more quickly, and won't use as much of your own
materials, so you can get back to your other work sooner." (ie: high quality
materials used, half CP cost, double gp cost!)
Lord Kissekatt: supplied in what materials I can find*
Georg Pryme: He smiled at the bargaining being done. He was glad to be
present for it, getting a feel for the way Indrila ran her business. He was
considering seeking a partner for his business once he expanded and had more
room for his
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Georg Pryme: shop. He definitely liked the way she handled herself, as well
as the pride she showed in her work. He leaned back in his seat slightly,
all four feet of the chair kept on the floor, but only just because he caught
himself at the
Georg Pryme: last second from tipping it in an idle fashion.
Tesarik One: She tilted her head, considering the offer, and then nodded
once. "Agreed." She thought that was fair, she wasn't attempting to become
wealthy, but she did not wish to lose money either. She was happy with the
arrangement, even if
Tesarik One: she knew it would not be such that would bring her other work
since it was being done so discreetly. "When do you wish me to begin on this
endeavor?"
Lord Kissekatt: Well, more appropriately, he'd pay 40,000 and open up some
of his contacts to her, so she'd get the ink she needed, but at a greater
expense, hence the profit dropping. He felt it was more fair to pay a bit
more in that situation so
Lord Kissekatt: she'd still make a decent profit. When she agreed, he
nodded, then reached into his desk to pull out a sheet of parchment, and ink
bottle, and a quill, drawing up a small little contract! Really it was just
for her to be given
Lord Kissekatt: payment, not an actual contract for the work, as it
specified no details. He turned the parchment around after signing it, then
slid the quill and ink over to her. "Please sign on there, so you can receive
payment from the desk
Lord Kissekatt: clerk in the lobby. You may start as soon as we settle on a
design, which I should have some suggestions on by tomorrow evening."
Tesarik One: She leaned over, taking the quill, and signed her name -
Indrila Greysong - she rarely if ever used the 'surname' she'd been given,
but a contract seemed like a good time to make sure everyone knew which
Indrila it was; not that
Tesarik One: it was a popular name! She blew across the ink to dry it, then
handed the quill back and leaned back again. "That is acceptable."
Georg Pryme: "I've heard the castle of Avilon itself was quite the sight to
behold. Granted, I was drunker than the speaker at the time, so I can't be
sure how accurate the fella was. Water and I . . . we get along, but not
when she's rocking
Georg Pryme: the boat to and fro . . . fro and to. I'll pass on that,
unless it's necessary." He shook his head gently. He had been on a ship
once. Once was enough in his book.
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Lord Kissekatt: "Very well, our business for now is concluded, you're free
to go whenever you like. Just take that note down to the clerk and he'll get
your gold. Pleasure doing business with you. I should be here through the
weekend, so if you
Lord Kissekatt: come by tomorrow, we can get the design squared away. Do you
prefer to work in your own establishment, or would you be able to make use of
the facilities here? I would prefer the latter, obviously, but arrangements
can be made if I
Lord Kissekatt: must go to you."
Lord Kissekatt: He looked over to Georg then, since he was rambling on a
bit, and lifted a brow. "That would be what portals are for." The Rumerians
had certainly been surprised to find the vanguard of the Doxenian army coming
through one!
Tesarik One: "I will be able to work here, I will bring my supplies with me
to wherever you are more comfortable with me doing the ink-work." She rose
then, bowing slightly to Baldur and then nodding to Georg. She took the note,
and headed
Tesarik One: towards the door without another word. Stepping out, she'd head
down the stairs in order to give the note to the clerk.
Lord Kissekatt: "Very well, here it shall be. Have a good night." Baldur may
not have gotten up, but it's okay 'cause Mittens got the door for Indrila and
walked her out, making sure everything went well with the gold! He'd
forgotten about the dog
Lord Kissekatt: outside, however, and he hissed at it again as he got to
that door, even though he wasn't even a cat at the time! And yep, Indrila got
her gold!
Georg Pryme: He looked to Baldur and nodded once, raising the glass in
salute. "That's why you're the boss, and I swing a hammer and a sword. If
only more armies thought that way, those crazy enough to go on the water can
have it all to
Georg Pryme: themselves." He finished the small amount that had remained in
his glass after the salute, setting it down on his leg, holding it as he sat
with his hand over the mouth of the glass. "She does good work, went to her
when Maria
Georg Pryme: footed the bill for a reward we were given." He held up his
arm, showing the simple tattoo he'd gotten. It was multi-purpose, and a
coiled rope. It would produce a fifty foot length when needed, which he'd
found plenty of use for
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Georg Pryme: while he was rounding up the miscreants responsible for the
murders he'd been framed of.
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Lord Kissekatt: "Well, it wasn't time effective to send more than the
initial counter-assault through. Too narrow, and too difficult to have a lot
of them opened in the same area, lest they interfere with each other." He
nodded a bit, then finished
Lord Kissekatt: off the liquor that was in his own glass. "And I know she
does good work. She'd have to, or else I wouldn't have heard of her." He eyed
Georg then, still seated of course! "You don't have your patch on anymore,
hm?"
Georg Pryme: He nodded in thought on that one. He knew more than a good
deal about soldier life, so he definitely understood that. It would be
rather costly to put all your eggs in one basket. "Yeah, the patch. The eye
works just fine, just
Georg Pryme: needed to keep the brands covered til I worked out my innocence
in everyone else's eyes. Didn't think it was something to bother you with .
. . I knew I didn't do it, but I didn't want your name drug through the mud
during the
Georg Pryme: process." He scratched at his beard, near where the brands
were. "That's the crappy thing about punishment like that. Magic brands are
magic brands. Still, I know I'm in the right, and all else do as well."
Lord Kissekatt: "Good that you got it sorted out, then." He nodded his
thanks rather than speaking it, in response to the bit about not wanting to
drag his name through the mud! He poured some more akevitt into his glass and
let it sit for a
Lord Kissekatt: moment. "That must be what you were dealing with while I was
at war. I fell behind on the recent goings-on, having that to deal with."
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Georg Pryme: "Indeed, it took up quite a bit of time. It was more of a mess
than even I was aware of. The reason all fingers pointed to the fella that
could turn into a rock monster was because it was a rock monster that did it.
My own
Georg Pryme: bastard of a father. He's rotting in some dimensional prison
now, is all I know. I voted for it to be a water dimension." He just nodded
at that. Definitely no love lost there.
Lord Kissekatt: Well! He would've seen to it that the man was executed if it
was murdering like that. Prisons could be broken out of, after all. He didn't
feel the need to mention that, however, he simply nodded as well. "What are
your plans now,
Lord Kissekatt: then?" And them Mittens came back into the room! No more
green.
Georg Pryme: "Well, my immediate plans are to generate enough coin to
acquire the blade I've had my eye on in the Emporiums listing. Stormbringer.
That's a blade I'd love to learn the secrets of, see if I can duplicate some
of its functions
Georg Pryme: with my own crafting." He wore a lop-sided grin as he spoke of
his goals, rubbing his chin idly as he spoke. "Other than that, I'm just
looking to get the smithy running, pick up a job here or there as they come
across and grab my
Georg Pryme: interest. Do what I can to secure enough of a backing for
myself, pitch a claim for a Knighthood when I feel I'm of the sufficient
skill for such a thing."
Lord Kissekatt: "Hm." He nodded at that. "How much do you need for it? I may
have some work you can do while I'm in town, which of course I'd be willing
to pay for." He shifted in his seat a bit, his leg growing stiff. Mittens
apparently took that
Lord Kissekatt: as a sign to leave, and off he went once again! He sure
didn't talk much when the boss was around, apparently!
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Georg Pryme: "Well, I ran into a funny little guy . . . Wibbels, I think his
name was. He made me a hat, so I have to pay him for that. That will leave
me owing close to eight thousand gold." He thought on it a moment, nodding
as he counted
Georg Pryme: in his head to try and give a solid number.
Lord Kissekatt: Did he seem like the sort of person that'd be interested in
funny? He looked to Georg's head at the mention of a hat, however. "Well, at
least he's not as stupid as his name sounds, if he did not give you the hat
before it was paid
Georg Pryme: "Scratch that, seven thousand to be precise. I've a few gems I
can trade in towards the value as well."
Lord Kissekatt: for." He opened up a book he had sitting on the desk and
checked a few things. "Hm. Well if I come up with anything for you to do,
I'll let you know. I can also provide you a loan if you wish." He knew Georg
was dependable enough to
Lord Kissekatt: pay him back, and wouldn't want cat claws tearing him open
if he didn't anyway!
Lord Kissekatt: (brb)
Iady kissekatt: Bianca strolled down the hallway after arriving through the
portal that connected them to their Doxenian manor, though being that she was
invisible not a person who might be around would see her. (Flickering Eye)
It wouldn't last
Iady kissekatt: too very long, but long enough for her to prowl around a
bit, and locate her husband. She paused at the door, as the invisibility wore
off, and the albino lady appeared dressed in a long white sleeveless gown.
Sarkotos was much
Iady kissekatt: hotter at this time of year than Doxenia after all, so she'd
come prepared. Having no sleeves to hide her white skin, the bands of white
ink tattoos would barely be visible on her flesh. She was heavily tattooed
but few knew it
Iady kissekatt: because they did not get close enough to her to see the
white against white tattoos that marked her as a Mystic. She actually had
some of the same tattoos as Indrila, now that Baldur had met Indrila he'd
note the similarities for
Iady kissekatt: both Bianca and Indrila had Arcane Finger Sleeves. Bianca's
were white of course, as opposed to Indrila's black and obvious ones. In
fact, Indrila had done the work! Perhaps that is how Baldur knew she did good
work! She rapped
Iady kissekatt: softly on the door.
Lord Kissekatt: He looked to the door, keeping his little mini-ledger out in
case Georg wanted to discuss a loan. He thought perhaps it was Mittens, but
Mittens wouldn't knock! And of course that damn cat was now nowhere to be
found. This was one
Lord Kissekatt: of those times he wished he could detecting by scent as well
as his bodyguard could! He glanced to Georg and gestured for him to move
nearer to the door, he could be an impromptu bodyguard! "Who is it?"
Georg Pryme: (sorry, afk a bit)
Lord Kissekatt: Well before she could answer anyway, Mittens walked right up
and opened the door, but gestured for his lady to go in first!
Iady kissekatt: She stepped away was Mittens approached, and opened the
door. Then through the open doorway she walked, smiling a smile that only
Baldur was privy to, as she saw him there. Georg was noted as well, and he
got a stare for a moment as
Georg Pryme: (back)
Iady kissekatt: her smile faded into a half-smile. She walked right across
to Baldur and around the desk, placing her hands on his shoulders as she
leaned down to kiss him on the side of the head. One hand slid down further,
across his chest, and
Iady kissekatt: into the pocket of his jacket she slipped a crystal vial
surreptitiously. A little more time nuzzling into his neck, her breath soft
and warm, and then she rose and continued to rest her hand on Baldur's
shoulder as she glanced to
Iady kissekatt: Georg again. "Hello Georg."
Georg Pryme: He'd moved as Baldur had suggested, thinking on the matter of
the loan. He weighed and measured the options, his fingers returning to his
chin to scratch at his beard. He gave a bow to Bianca as she made her way
in, giving her
Georg Pryme: plenty of room to move in and by, as well as Mittens. "If it
won't put you out too much, the loan would probably be the quickest way to
come by it." He then turned as Bianca spoke his name, a smile offered as he
greeted her,
Georg Pryme: having wanted to give her time to greet Baldur before
distracting her attention. "And hello to you as well, Lady Bianca."
Lord Kissekatt: He smiled when he saw it was Bianca, and sat up just a
little. WHen she moved over to give him that kiss he smiled and gave her an
affectionate little side-hug, then brushed his fingers through her hair a
moment while she nuzzled.
Lord Kissekatt: "Hello, love." And then Mittens moved over to his usual spot
behind Baldur, who then looked to the door, which the cat had left open!
"Georg, would you be so kind as to close and lock the door, please?" And
assuming he did, Baldur
Lord Kissekatt: would produce the vial while his back was turned and pour
the contents into his akevitt, before slipping the vial away. He had another
drink and considered his ledger a moment, then nodded. "A loan of seven
thousand would be doable.
Lord Kissekatt: Does a month's time to repay it sound equally reasonable to
you?"
Iady kissekatt: Fingers trailed to the back of Baldur's neck and she twirled
her finger into his hair, and caressed her fingers through it absently as he
talked business with Georg, though at his greeting he would get one back,
"Hello angel." She
Iady kissekatt: was glad to see he'd taken the vial immediately. After a few
moments of giving her beloved husband more affection, she moved over to the
window and pushed back the drapes, so she could open the window and sit on
the windowsill,
Iady kissekatt: peering out with her sharp though very pale eyes.
Georg Pryme: He was happy to oblige Baldur, turning and setting to the task.
He was practically next to it as it was, so he closed and locked the door as
was requested. He thought over the question, thinking on work he could do in
that time to
Georg Pryme: come up with the coin in the time mentioned. He had a few
things lined up he could do, and if worse came to worse, he could sell one or
two of his current weapons if he didn't turn up with it. "Aye, it should be
more than ample
Georg Pryme: time to come up with the required sum."
Lord Kissekatt: He let out a small sigh of relief as the medicine he'd been
given started to kick in, and had a larger drink of his akevitt just to get
more of it down! At least his liver was more than up to the task to deal with
the abuse he
Lord Kissekatt: sometimes put it through. He nodded at Georg's words, then
wrote a few notes down in the ledger, before pulling out another parchment
and scribbling out a little lending contract. This one did in fact have
terms, and penalties in
Lord Kissekatt: place if it was not repaid in time! No interest if repaid in
the agreed upon month, and horribly savage interest rates if it was not. He
finished writing it up, signed, and then offered it over to Georg. "Feel free
to look over it,
Lord Kissekatt: of course. Sign if agreed, and like Indrila, you can collect
the gold from the clerk in the lobby. Who, unless you've given up on carrying
large swords around, should have your weapons as well?"
Iady kissekatt: She sniffed the air, and a not very nice grin formed as she
drew in even more of the warm breeze. "Mmm. Someone has died recently here. I
came at the right time." Her spell, Carrion's Call, was just the thing to
help her find newly
Iady kissekatt: dead bodies to her her coraxy things to, such as drink one
of the eyes. "Of course, I didn't come just to find some freshly dead
corpses," she replied rather quickly as her gaze swept to her handsome
husband again and her grin
Iady kissekatt: formed into an affectionate smile as she gazed at him. "How
are you feeling tonight, my darling?"
Georg Pryme: He nodded thoughtfully as he considered the amount of coin. It
was a hefty sum, all added up, but also what he was borrowing. He would
prove to be good for it, prove to his Lord and Lady that he was a man of his
word. He moved
Georg Pryme: to take the contract, looking it over and giving it a good
read, ensuring that he was familiar with the terms and conditions it
contained. Once he had absorbed it in, he bent down over the nearest flat
surface and scrawled a quick
Georg Pryme: signature in a blocky script: 'Georg Pryme' it read, simple and
precise. He tucked the note into his pack for the time being, reaching
instinctively for the hilt of a weapon which lay in the care of the desk
worker. "If he knows
Georg Pryme: what's good for him, they haven't left his sight. Wasn't easy
to agree to part with them, but I pity the unlucky sap that tries to make off
with them."
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens was easily creeped out by some of the things his
lady said! He eyed her for a moment, and ..well it just wasn't fair that he
got freaked out by a dog earlier and she didn't have to deal with anything
scary! Now this madness?
Lord Kissekatt: He looked at Baldur looking at either his wife or Georg,
then looked at Bianca looking at her husband, and then looked at Georg, not
looking at anything important as far as he was concerned, and since nobody
was paying enough
Lord Kissekatt: attention to stop him, he shifted into cat form all
quiet-like, then suddenly leapt up onto the desk and let out a spooky
meow/yowl, right at Bianca.
Lord Kissekatt: "He's trustworthy, or I wouldn't have him minding the desk
while I'm visitng." He really didn't care who minded the desk while he was
away, since they couldn't exactly get through the portal to his other home,
anyway! And then
Georg Pryme: He grinned as he heard Bianca, a light chuckle at her words of
death. "And on that matter, don't hesitate to call on me if you need a hand
in that venue. I'm more than fine with doing such things."
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens decided to try and raise some hell. He scowled.
"Mittens! You know better than that!"
Iady kissekatt: She was looking all sweetly at her husband, when Mittens
decided to be a meanie. She shrieked when he appeared all catified on the
desk, and grabbed the sides of the window to keep herself from falling right
out. What she did next
Iady kissekatt: depends on if she had the willpower to even stay within the
same room as the cat!
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Lord Kissekatt: Mittens licked at a paw and then ran it along his head,
preening all cutely on the desk.
Iady kissekatt: So it seemed she was merely shaken at the sight of Mittens,
and did not run from the room. She did stare daggers at the cat though,
planning all sorts of evil things to do to the cat when Baldur wasn't around.
She wrapped her arms
Iady kissekatt: around herself and slid out of the window, moving to a chair
as far away as she could get to the preening cat and still be in the room,
and sat down, "Mittens. You will pay for that. I won't kill you out of
respect for Baldur, but
Iady kissekatt: you will pay you bastard." She was thinking of what poisons
she could add to his food or drink that would keep him in the litter box for
hours. That would show him.
Georg Pryme: Tension. You could feel it in the room as the cat leapt up and
started acting all cat-like towards Bianca. "I'd watch that one . . . seems
a bit jealous."
Lord Kissekatt: Normally at this point he'd just get up and toss Mittens out
the door, but his leg kept him from doing that, and Bianca certainly wasn't
going to. He sighed, and well..hoped that pain medicine he'd been given would
do the trick. He
Lord Kissekatt: stood up with a wince and a grunt, but it worked well enough
that it didn't look much different from someone who'd just been sitting for
too long. The walking with a pretty good limp was much more noticeable, of
course, but he did
Lord Kissekatt: it anyway, snatching Mittens by the scruff of the neck,
unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door, then tossing the cat out. "You
stay out there for the rest of the night." The cat, of course, tried to
scamper right back into the
Lord Kissekatt: room before the door shut, bee-lining towards Bianca, but
Baldur caught him by the neck again, tossed him right back out and slammed
the door shut after. And Andy meant to put most of that in blue, but oh well.
Iady kissekatt: "Jealous, that's about right. I bet when I'm gone, he's all
curled up next to Baldur purring like mad, thinking of having Baldur's hands
on his body." She snickered at the thought of Baldur and Mittens in bed
together, and then it
Iady kissekatt: made her start laughing even more until she was just sitting
in the chair and laughing like a crazy woman as Baldur rose and chunked the
cat out the door. When she finally stopped her laughter, she was still
grinning and her cheeks
Iady kissekatt: had gotten a little red, "He has never appreciated what I
bring to this family."
Georg Pryme: It was during all this commotion that Georg looked around for
Mittens. The humanoid version, that is. And it was a good thing Georg could
add, because one less body in a room, and one cat thrown out of the room.
Well, he'd grin
Georg Pryme: as he puzzled it out, but he'd avoid commenting on it. "A few
more times of being thrown out the door might do the trick." He chuckled
softly, turning his gaze to Baldur. The limp was difficult to not notice,
and he just shook
Georg Pryme: his head gently. "I should have been beside you, and I wasn't.
How can I make it up to you both?"
Iady kissekatt: "It won't." She shook her head, that cat would never learn.
"I'll have to kill the poison the creature for good one of these days." She
was crazy enough to do it too.
Iady kissekatt: *have to poison
Lord Kissekatt: He sat himself down once more with a grunt, then picked up
his glass and downed the rest of the contents immediately. He let out a sigh
then and closed his eyes, letting the medicine and the alcohol combine a bit
more, but since the
Lord Kissekatt: leg cat was out of the bag, at least, he then leaned over,
reached under the bed, and grabbed his cane so it'd be in easy reach if he
got up again. He opened his eyes at Bianca's last comment and narrowed them,
giving her a look.
Lord Kissekatt: "You do that, and I'll set fire to that damned aviary." He
looked to Georg once again then, and shook his head. "You're neither
Doxenian, nor Avilonian. It was not your fight. If you wish to make it up
anyway, kill the next Rumerian
Lord Kissekatt: you see." Was he serious? Probably not, that wasn't his
style!
Iady kissekatt: "What?" She stared right back at him, lips curled in a bit
of a snarl as she leaned back and crossed her arms across her chest and
looked pitiful, her snarl turning into the cutest little evil pout. After a
few moments of pouting,
Iady kissekatt: she sighed, "I won't kill the bastard." But she'd certainly
make the cat pay in some way or another, that wouldn't kill him. And wouldn't
incapacitate him either, because she did know Mittens was her husband's
bodyguard and she
Lord Kissekatt: She could just buy a dog! (brb!0
Iady kissekatt: certainly didn't want anything to happen to him. "Maybe I'll
shave him."
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Georg Pryme: He looked about the room as Baldur said those words. They were
true, and it was a fair sentiment, but he shook his head gently. "Well,
technically, I'm of nowhere anymore. My name might be cleared, but I'm not
willing to give up
Georg Pryme: the brands, so Kyngfeld will never be an option. They'll need
to suffer just as much as I have before I'll even consider it." He could be
as stubborn as a mountain on some things. "If that's what it takes to make
it up, then
Georg Pryme: that is what I'll do, count on it." Oh, that put a bit of a
wicked gleam in Georg's eyes. Of course, he'd be sure to not wind up in a
pot similar to the one he'd just gotten out of.
Lord Kissekatt: He reached over and gave her a little squeeze and pat on the
shoulder while she was pouting, because it was just too cute! He nodded when
she said she wouldn't kill him, and cringed at the idea of the poor thing
getting shaved, but
Lord Kissekatt: that certainly wouldn't lessen his ability to do his job! He
looked back to Georg then and shook his head, letting out a bit of a chuckle.
"I was joking. They can be defeated easily enough in a proper war. As I said,
I may have some
Lord Kissekatt: work that needs done, I just can't think of any off the top
of my head."
Lord Kissekatt: He moved a hand over his mouth to cover a yawn. "Well then.
I think I'm just about ready to turn in for the night." That tonic made him
sleepy!
Georg Pryme: He gave a slight chuckle at that, nodding gently. True, he was
a member of the Heart, but he knew his capabilities. "Well, don't hesitate
to call on me. I've been working on my shapeshifting, but I can't turn into
anything small
Iady kissekatt: She could certainly buy a dog! Maybe she would. She
stretched a little, and glanced over to Georg when he offered to make some
corpses for her, and to kill the next Rumerian he saw, another wicked grin
forming upon pale lips. At the
Iady kissekatt: yawn from Baldur, she rose and moved over to her husband and
offered her hand to him, "May I accompany you to the bedchambers, my love?"
Georg Pryme: or cat-like to upset the lady, so no need to worry on that
front." He chuckled again, lifting from his seat, carrying his empty glass
with him as he made his way to the door. He stopped as he got there,
listening for signs of
Georg Pryme: Mittens before unlocking and opening the door a tad to make
sure the critter wouldn't come in and harrass Bianca again. He eased it open
slowly, wedging himself into the opening to ensure to his best ability that
the scenario he
Georg Pryme: was trying to avoid would remain avoided. He made his way to
the desk clerk, handing the note with his and Baldur's signatures to the man
and collected his weapons, securing his scabbard about his frame once more
while the sum was
Georg Pryme: collected and brought to Georg. He placed it just so about his
person, splitting it up among places on his person where even if he was
robbed, they'd not get it all without blood being spilt.
Lord Kissekatt: Mittens was sulking, but he was right outside the door,
staring and still enough to almost be a statue, apart from the occasional
movement of his tail.He might have been kicked out, but he was keeping an eye
on things still! Georg
Lord Kissekatt: got his gold, Baldur and Bianca retired safely to their
bedchambers, and all was well!
Georg Pryme: And off he went, stopping to gather the paper and ink he'd
hought of earlier, and then set about writing the notes and missives he
needed to tend to.
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Lord Kissekatt: (Ah! We have another intruder!)
Iady kissekatt: Bianca glared at Mittens as they walked past, but said
nothing. And yep, to bed they'd go!