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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 30, 2020 6:04:20 GMT
She glanced around the room then went to the door and peered through the gap.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 17:18:26 GMT
The hallway is poorly lit by two candles. She can head left about twenty feet where there is one door on each side at the far end, or move straight ahead. Ahead is a door on the left side and about forty feet before it opens into a reception area.
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Justine heard the guards approaching around the corner. She has to get in or back off to avoid being seen.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 30, 2020 17:46:04 GMT
Justine quickly climbed through after Silvia and closed the window behind them. She closed the curtains so they could be undisturbed...from the outside at least.
“Lets search the study before we move on. It seems a likely sort of place.” She began quickly looking through drawers and documents and scanning the shelves for anything interesting.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 18:00:09 GMT
Justine finds some business papers and the like but they’re nothing special at first glance. Aurelion has quite a few books on Lisandre about which is a bit odd but otherwise it appears to be a fairly normal study.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 30, 2020 18:04:10 GMT
"Is there anything in particular we're looking for?" Silvia whispered. She kept an eye on the door, just in case.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 30, 2020 18:53:34 GMT
Justine put everything back as it ought to have been before she spoke to Silvia again. Lisandre...not what she expected at all.
“Anything mentioning my father, or Lockhart, or...” She realized she wasn’t sure herself. After a moment of thought, she continued. “I think the Spice Wars and the knights of Nine are of particular significance. More than the rest, unless there’s anything specifically about political opponents sent to the asylum.” She looked at Silvia’s face to see any glimmer of recognition.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 30, 2020 19:38:53 GMT
"Alright. Neither of those things means very much to me," Silvia admitted. "I'm sure I met Lockhart a time or two, but we're barely acquainted, we just bumped into one another at parties I performed at a few times. I couldn't tell you anything about his likes and dislikes, for example. So, where next? Do you want to go straight ahead or try the next door on the left?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 30, 2020 19:53:35 GMT
Justine frowned. “Well one of his likes At least is the torture of helpless people.”
She began moving forward. “Yes, let check as much as we can. You never know what we’ll find.” She crept toward the door and listened. It wasn’t a good idea to go barging in anywhere.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 20:04:00 GMT
She heard some servants past the foyer but there wasn’t any indication anyone was nearby. It’s probably too early for anyone to be asleep yet. They do hear the guards passing outside.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 30, 2020 21:34:13 GMT
“It’s clear,” Justine whispered, and then carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside, looking left and right for anyone she somehow missed.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 30, 2020 21:45:46 GMT
Silvia followed, carefully, She too was on high alert, and ready to draw her sword at a moment's notice.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 23:42:23 GMT
The door squeaks as it opened and Justine entered a room chock full of hunting trophies. Boar and stag and more exotic creature heads are mounted on the walls and a small stuffed troll is posed in the center of the room. The ugly beast is clearly an adolescent at most but is short and squat but with long powerful arms meant for ambushing prey along the sides of the rivers they inhabit. A crossbow is hanging from a rack and the women see a nasty looking scourge and a strange black mask shaped like an octopus. The wooden tentacles dangle down and even though they’re acacia or some such wood the whole thing still looks like it’s glistening with sweat or mucus.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 1, 2020 0:21:02 GMT
Justine recoiled from the troll until she realized it was stuffed. All the dead things in this room disturbed her. “Ugh...” she moaned under her breath.
Keeping the troll in her peripheral vision. She honed in on the mask. “Ever seen anything like this before? It looks almost ritualistic.” She reaches out and touched one of the dangling tentacles.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 1, 2020 0:47:07 GMT
The mask is warm to the touch, like flesh. Juliette flickers with interest at an almost subliminal hint of magic and tragedy wrapped up in the squid like covering.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Oct 1, 2020 17:57:59 GMT
"No, it doesn't look familiar," Silvia said. "It definitely looks like it belongs to a strange cult or something. What a strange room." She looked around with interest tinged with disgust. "It looks like Lockhart - or at least one of his relatives - was into some seriously weird things."
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