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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2020 2:36:19 GMT
Where most expats from Lisandre dwell, the short street halfway up Moira's Hill has a commanding view of the city to the east. Melreth's old manor is where Thalia stays, a relatively modest dwelling with a few bedrooms and a small library. The big attraction is the enchanted orange trees that have the fresh fruit year round.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 2, 2020 19:51:55 GMT
Thalia arrived back at the house, dumping her non important belongings by the door and heading straight for the library with the rune books she’d got. She’d deciphered them as best as she could but now she needed to see if there was anything in Melreth’s library that could help finish the job.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2020 21:21:22 GMT
The books she has are in two different languages and Melreth has an ancient book that lets her begin translating one. It will take a week or so at a minimum. Thus far what she has pieced together is that the House of the Sun was just one of a series of facilities that “assessed native life” and “exploited genetic advantages”. Apparently there are five more places like it, none closer than a thousand miles away.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 3, 2020 5:57:43 GMT
She came back the next day to study them a bit more.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 22:50:42 GMT
As she studied and transcribed, her servant Sipha entered quietly. “Mistress Thalia, Master Philip is here to see you.” She looked back and forth. “He’s our spymaster,” she whispered conspiratorially.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 3, 2020 23:02:42 GMT
“I am sure he is grateful for in informing me” Thalia said with a hint of a smile, not actively chastising her, “thank you Sipha, I’ll meet him in the orchard.” She confirmed to her and headed there. She liked to smell the ever fruiting trees.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 23:27:11 GMT
A few minutes later Philip de la Sangre entered, a olive skinned man of middle height and a wiry, athletic build. He has a Rapier clanking against his side with an emerald-studded pommel and a swordbreaker at his other side. He removed his hat and bowed with an elegant flourish. “Mistress Thalia,” he said. “So nice to finally make your acquaintance. I’ve heard stories that I desperately hope are proven true by future events.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 4, 2020 5:00:44 GMT
“That would rather depend on the stories, don’t you think, I’ve never left Lisandre, I do not know them.” She inclined her head to him, “I had not heard of you, but I suppose that’s a testament to you also being good at your job,”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 5:39:18 GMT
Philip nodded and shrugged. “That’s how it goes. The fire haired heirs apparent get the attention. The weaselly assassins go undercover.” He tapped his chin with his fingers. “I’d heard you control the earth or some such, bring fire from the sky, a regular apocalypse harbinger. How charming.” He I clipped his belt and took a seat. “Does the mistress prefer red or white? Both are coming up the hill shortly.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 4, 2020 11:34:20 GMT
“It’s happened from time to time, very bombastic, but not subtle like a knife. Would you like me to try and raise awareness of you? If you don’t mind me saying you sound a little bitter,” she smiled and took a seat, offering for him to take one also. “I do not usually drink, but the voyage was long and tedious, so i think a glass of red would be nice.” She took a bit more time on pleasantries before wanting to get stuck in, this was w person she would no doubt want on side.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 20:37:56 GMT
Philip nodded and set his bag down and withdrew a small bottle of a dark red. When he poured it Thalia smelled chocolate. “From my family estate,” he said as he handed her the drink. “It’s not in me to be bitter,” he continued, “but I am like every Lisandrian. Attention is my opiate. Sometimes it’s best to be faced toward the sun and bask in its rays. But, that isn’t why I’m here.” He handed her a sheaf of papers with a black wax stamp on it. “This is a summary of the goings-on from our agents in Innuria and the continent. Apparently someone or something’s been assassinating magicians for the last few weeks. Best to be cautious. Two of the ones we heard of had clearly had time to cast spells but it looks like whoever or whatever it is just sort of...shrugged them off.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 4, 2020 22:38:08 GMT
“That is concerning, our magicians, or innurian magicians?” She asked him, taking the folder, but not opening it to ok at yet. “Stare too long at the sun, and irl blind you, watch out.”
She ran a thumb over the file, “what about the city itself, anything other than a murderous mage killer to be concerned with?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 1:47:18 GMT
Philip nodded and swirled his wine as he took a sip. “Other than that, our scouts to the East are reporting the two closest Most Lords to us are fighting each other. That should mean that anyone going out has a chance to do some actual damage for a change. But for me the prime issue is this magekiller. The queen would be rather upset if her favorite student was murdered on her first trip. You know how she gets when she’s mad.”
He raised a finger as he finished another drink. “If you want good food I have to recommend Moira’s Rest at the top of the hill. Absolute best view of the city and the fried sole is to die for. And, whatever you need to know, just inform me and I’ll make sure our spies do their work. I live,” he pointed down the hill to the house directly below, “right there.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 5, 2020 7:08:13 GMT
Mad would be the word too, rather than upset, she imagined Melreth would take her demise as a personal slight, that anyone dared. “Then I have two incentives, as I myself might find it a tad bit inconvenient to be dead, so let’s both try and keep me alive,” she said with as smile, as usually she was warmer with fellow Lisandreans. They understood.
She listened to what he was saying about where he lived and checked the map as she was showing it, I imagined he was telling her about Moria for a reason, other than just the food, and would keep that in mind if she needed it, “I’ll make sure to go and see it.” She Informed him, “I shall be spending a lot of time at the library and the spire, if you need to find me and I am not here. What can you tell me about the academy?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 10:35:51 GMT
Philip leaned and put his elbows on the table. “They’re not the Queen,” he said, “but they aren’t the amateurs the wizards back home like to pretend either. There’s hundreds of them and the strongest ones are every bit as knowledgeable as any back home. Every school of magic has its own building and they’re all in some silly rivalry.”
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