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Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Nov 1, 2021 3:27:26 GMT
Deep within the Silverpine Forest, a cottage stood amid a small clearing, hedged with the dancing light of silver flames interspersed along the perimeter, forming an oasis of safety in the heart of the balverine-filled woodland. A short distance ahead of the cottage, a small bonfire crackled, and before it, a woman knelt, her obsidian skin an otherworldly sight in the shifting firelight. Iymavin was among the few drow to have settled on Avo, though unlike many of the others that had landed with her after fleeing Toril's demise, she had chosen to live alone and removed from the more reputable settlements. When others had asked why she had chosen what they saw as a self-imposed exile, she had simply answered that she wished to go where hope was needed most. Now, the Outsider thought, she was needed elsewhere.
Iymavin looked about, not physically, but within the mists of a vision within her mind. In the distance, she saw the silhouette of the capital city of Albion, Bowerstone, and she raced ahead through the dreamscape. Nothing yet seemed out of place, but the caws of crows echoed in the distance, filling her heart with a dread she could not shake. Faster she ran, until she came upon a face she'd seen pictures of, and a name well known throughout the kingdom that went with it.
"Lord Logan? Is all well?" she asked as she tried to keep the dread from her voice as she cautiously approached, only to halt sharply when she saw his eyes. There were no irises, no pupils, nothing. Only pits of emptiness that threatened to draw her in and never let go. Iymavin shrieked in horror, even in her physical form, and rushed from the image of Logan, terrified by the sheer emptiness she had seen, leaving the city, which now seemed full of bodies in all manner of states of decay. As her feet passed the gates, all vanished into the calm mists of before, returning to the normal patterns of Reverie.
Now once more fully aware of her physical self and surroundings, the elven woman shakily stood to her feet, then cast her amber gaze to the moon above. "Watch over me, mother, if you can," she whispered softly, then turned to gather the supplies she would need to make to journey north. Something terrible was coming, and she feared it might even come from Logan. He had been missing for some time, she realized. Perhaps something had changed him? Answers would need to wait until Iymavin could see with her own eyes what might be brewing, she knew.
Iymavin groaned softly as she peered through the shade of her hooded cloak at the city gates she'd seen in her dream 5 days prior, then gently nudged Ilyra forward, her weariness finally outpacing her growing dread. "We're almost there, girl," she soothed as she patted the steed's neck affectionately. It hadn't been cheap to purchase the horse; fortunately Iymavin's services as a local healer had garnered a reasonable amount of coin over the three decades she'd called Avo home, and the elf's affinity to things of nature had made bonding as horse and rider far easier than for most others. As they neared the gates, Iymavin reached to lower her hood, revealing herself to the guards posted as one of the Outsiders that had settled a generation ago.
"Well met," she called cheerily as she brought Ilyra to a halt. "Is all well?" Iymavin inquired in the lyrical tone so many found charming.
"That remains to be seen," the lead guard answered in a stern, though not hostile manner. Clearly, he was more wary of Outsiders than fascinated. "State your business."
"I wish to see what the Bowerstone Market can provide for my apothecary, and to visit old friends. I trust there is nothing amiss in this?" she replied gently. "You seem particularly on guard."
"Aye, for good reason. I trust you've heard about King Logan?" he asked, finally growing more relaxed.
"I have. I actually was going to talk to my friends about that. 'Tis quite difficult to get timely news so far from the capital."
"You've traveled far?"
"Four days' ride, so long enough to want a softer seat to sit on and a nice wine," she answered with a soft laugh. "Where could you recommend for that and a good stable for Ilyra?"
"Frosted Flagon's as good as any, but you'll need to leave any weapons you have with us before you enter," the man explained, motioning to the bow and quiver that hung from her shoulders.
"Oh, of course. I'll come back to collect them once I'm ready to leave," Iymavin acknowledged as she turned over the weapons, though seeing that the guard said nothing of her crescent-shaped obsidian knife, she elected to leave it in its sheath.
"Enjoy your stay.."
"Iymavin," she supplied, smiling when the guard trailed off in askance. "Iymavin Arabtlar."
"Erm..right. Imvin Abtar. Got it."
"Close enough, dear. May the moon smile on you both," she offered as she then nudged her horse onwards into the city, though her amusement soon evaporated as she recalled why she'd come. What might be the cause of her vision, though..?
Counting out the handful of coin left over from their last milk-run, Feris rolled her eyes at the utter lack of imagination in Bowerstone's criminal underground, Legion needed something new to steal or kill. The coin was enough for at least another night of drink and feasting, the exercise of a job would be more than enough to burn away any would-be fat.
The purple-suited woman would meander over to the Frosted Flagon, as good a watering hole as any other, a suitable mix of quality and budget. The bored miscreant strode over to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and spun around on her stool casting an appraising gaze over the varied patrons. Hopefully someone would be interesting enough to make eye contact, it may get them assaulted in a back alley every once in a while, but even that would be welcome right now.
Aside from their garb and confidence, the newcomer looked fairly unremarkable, bearing most of the traits that are traditionally seen as attractive. Defined but not too sharp facial bones, thick brown hair, smooth unblemished skin, almost coming off as generic upper-class. The most out-of-norm feature would be the mismatched sky-blue and cloud-grey eyes sweeping across the room, lingering a moment on each patron as they took everything in.
Swirling the wine a bit, Feris would take a sip and a frown flicker across her face, 'twas a shame that she couldn't afford the really good stuff right now, had to save for some wasabi, that stuff was killer on one's wallet.
Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Jan 23, 2022 22:46:38 GMT
Iymavin's trip through the bustling city streets to the Frosted Flagon was not quite uneventful, per se, as Outsiders were still an uncommon sight, even if they weren't unheard of, and as such, her exotic appearance drew more than a few passing stares. Still, she managed unimpeded, and before long, she'd reached the stables owned by the bustling tavern, and without much more fanfare beyond a surprised gawk from one of the stablehands at the woman's obsidian-colored skin, Ilyra was stabled, and the diminutive drow made her way across the alleyway to the tavern proper.
Being one of the busier taverns in the capital city of Albion, the Frosted Flagon was no stranger to all manner of curious visitors, including the rare visitor from offworld that wasn't one of the Torillian diaspora. However, the number of drow that had escaped their homeworld's destruction was few indeed, and so far as Iymavin knew, there were fewer than a dozen in all of Albion, perhaps the whole of Avo. As a result, the sight of the elven woman drew a small ripple of hushed murmurs as she strode towards the bar, seemingly unaware of the stares she'd drawn. "Do you have elderberry wine?" she inquired of the barkeep as she lowered the hood of her cloak to show her face fully. Briefly, her amber gaze flicked across the room, taking in her surroundings in a span of heartbeats, then slid a handful of copper coins and a pair of silvers towards the man. "Just a glass for now, but keep the bottle on hand, would you, dear?"
Ears would perk up at the mention of Elderberry Wine, an unusual drink, uncommon, expensive. Eyes would flick over to the source of the request, Ebon skin, snow white hair, pointed ears, and a mechanical arm; an unusual drink for an even more exotic recipient. This warranted further investigation, there could be fun to be had, or at the very least some work.
The ever-blunt Feris simply strode over to the newcomer's table, pulled the chair opposite and plopped down finger pointing and eyes staring. "You're not from around here, and you've got wealth, I'd've known about someone of your type and caliber living here. Things've been boring lately, are you here to correct that, you've certainly got the air of it about you."
She'd make an absent-minded attempt at taking a sip from her empty glass, then quickly set it down with a slight scowl and pull out a small card. "Name's Aryn, by the way, help with arranging contractors. I've got a post box for those who want to make contact."
The card would be set upon the table, it's flowery script hard to read from afar. The eyes would continue flicking around the room, making sure that too much interest in the interaction wasn't being taken, a risk was being taken and it wouldn't do to be unaware.
Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Oct 8, 2022 22:39:38 GMT
Iymavin turned her gaze towards the stranger, somewhat surprised to find someone approaching her already. A faint smile bent her lips into a gentle curve as realization dawned, and she gestured towards the bottle. "Aryn..Most interesting," she mused. "Would you care for some elderberry wine? It's been some time since I met another from the Old World," she remarked. "Though to judge by how friendly you are..you were born here, yes?"
Iymavin paused to take a sip from her glass, then looked over the card, thinking to herself. Would this woman be able to help? she wondered. She was certainly talented in speaking with strangers, even charming with her mildly amusing failed attempt to take a drink. It might help with reaching the ears she needed to reach. "Tell me, my dear, just what sort of talents have you? I may have a need for your services very soon. Though perhaps, here is not the place to discuss such matters?"
Ferris would simply stare blankly for a moment as they tried to parse what the offworlder was talking about before snapping back.
"Well, I've not a whisper what you mean on one part, but I'll take it as a compliment. I myself am just a broker, a simple go between. My primary client is the real talent, and that is where we would get into matters best dicussed privately."
Ah finally, someone less boring to work with, hopefully they wouldn't just ask for another random schmuck to kindly stop breathing. She would poor a quarter of a glass of the offered wine, and ponder a moment whilst swirling the drink. A room at the Inn likely wouldn't be sound proofed, and it wasn't noisy enough to drown out such conversation for the particularly nosy. Some places in the shadier side of town, namely the red light establishments.
"There are establishments where privacy and discretion are assured, but they are not for polite company. There's always parks or some spot just outside the city, not ideal but watchers would stand out."
A sip would be taken, the flavour savoured. Wasn't often that one got this stuff, might give this customer a discount if the job was particularly interesting, Aryn wouldn't mind having repeats of this.
Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Feb 5, 2023 23:43:10 GMT
Iymavin kept her gaze fixed on the other woman, as if examining her at her most base level with her eyes alone. "This matter might be somewhat delicate. Not illegal, per se, though I'd rather not shout my business. You know Bowerstone better than I, so I defer to your judgement as to which venue we conduct our business, but understand that my task may bear greater significance than either of us fully grasp at this juncture. You understand, Miss Aryn?" The drow's expression grew serious in that moment, even as she took another sip of her wine. "The short version is that I must speak with someone who is likely not easily reached by one such as I. If you accept, there is a chance you will not be able to back out of the matter readily. What say you?"
"It would verymuch depend upon what person exactly you're wanting to get in touch with, I can do my best but can't provide a certain answer without knowing who."
The comment about not easily leaving the venture was concerning, this particular Identity was one of their two favorites, and they'd loose a lot of effort if they had to abandon it. Some Contingency plans would have to be made, every player of The Game had to be prepared. The 'legality' or lack thereof of the job was little concern, but it did mean that there was less issue with having civilians within earshot. One of the parks should be fine. Aryn got up.
"Well pay off your tab and follow along, we'll talk details at one of the little parks in the nicer part of town. If I can get your person, we'll find out."
Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Oct 21, 2023 17:01:15 GMT
Iymavin dipped her head slightly, signaling her assent, and placed a gold sovereign as well as three silver shillings on the well worn wood for the barkeep to take as payment for the entirety of the bottle, so that she could enjoy the rest later, then gracefully slid down to follow after the younger woman. "So, how far is it to this particular park?" she wondered idly, keeping her tone quiet, though as they walked, a strange sort of anxiousness began to creep into the back of her mind, as if something terrible awaited in the future, even if she had no idea what it could possibly be. "I don't wish to sound reckless or insensitive to the intricacies of your work, but I fear time is of the essence."
There may be quite a few people in the streets, but the general cacophony of city life would make eavesdropping rather difficult. The mercenary set a brisk pace through the streets, the park should only be some handful of city blocks away, in such a dense area "good" and "bad" parts of town could be separated by only a couple streets.
"It isn't every day that one asks for simple communications, they usually ask for far more shadowy favours."
Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Nov 11, 2023 22:21:55 GMT
"Tisn't so simple, I fear. The ears I must reach lie behind sturdy walls of stone," Iymavin answered quietly. "There are matters that must be seen to by those in stations far higher than ours, but reaching those lofty ears is the challenge I must first meet. Might you be able to aid me in this?" the drow wondered, keeping her words somewhat cryptic to the casual observer until the pair was secluded enough that Iymavin was certain no one would be overhearing them.
"I must enter the castle and speak with King Logan, or failing that much, his sister, Arylina. A great darkness comes, like one I have not seen since the Desolation," she began without preamble once they stood isolated in the park. "Know you how I might gain entry? I doubt very much that an outsider would simply be granted audience, given the feel of the city since last I was here."
This was unexpected, getting in contact with royalty, Aryn had no idea what this 'great darkness' was but at least this wouldn't be boring. Certainly more interesting than "hey, kill the king".
"I myself do not have any contacts inside the castle, but my main client could certainly attempt to deliver a letter directly to the recipient's personal quarters or attempt a parley."
It would be fun to try climbing those towers, avoiding the guards, the only problem would be getting out if things went sour, the customer likely wouldn't appreciate fatalities on a delivery mission.
"A multifaceted approach may serve your purposes well, I can give my client a letter from you to deliver, and I will recommend you also simply seek an audience directly. Payment on mission completion, no need for something upfront, I'm sure that my client will enjoy the challenge presented. You want this to be bloodless I presume?"
Post by Iymavin Arabtlar on Nov 12, 2023 6:33:37 GMT
"I've some coin, though it may not be so much as you might hope," Iymavin admitted. "But I do possess a good stock of potions that may heal most wounds, and whose effects take mere moments. Would you prefer to discuss payment in my room while I pen the message. I don't expect it shall take that long, and time is of the essence." She didn't bother to explain how she knew what she knew, nor her fears that the darkness she saw had come from King Logan, for she doubted the changeling would have truly believed her, anyway. "As I think on it, actually.. this should reach the Princess specifically. My heart tells me she will be more open to hearing my news, and she in turn has the king's ear. Shall we, then?"
