Post by Horas on Dec 8, 2008 16:58:37 GMT -5
An unmarked carriage was parked across the Alchemist’s Guildhall. Inside two bad men discussed bad things.
“Perhaps the one with the blue lips, boss?”
“No… too eccentric. Probably values the craft above his own life. Maybe the balding one… he’s the only one that rushes home.”
“Family, you think…?”
“Or a lover. Either way, follow him first.”
“Yes, boss.”
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Edwyn Barrow was buying flowers when he noticed the stranger watching him. Edwyn was used to it by now, but he still hated people staring at him. Old Nestor had warned him as a young man how the Small Folk’s superstitions would intrude in the lives of aspiring acolytes. At his wedding, they’d thrown pebbles at the Septon for sanctioning such a cursed union.
It wasn’t even real magic, said Barristan the Blue-Tongued. Not even close…
The man stopped looking at him quickly enough. Edwyn thanked the flower vendor and headed down Visenya’s Hill.
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“I’m home, sweetling… bought those peace lilies you like so much. I think the old one are dying…
“Shhhh…” The hand over Medea’s mouth tasted of olives for some reason. It was all she could register with the blood pounding in her ears and her eyes blocked.
“Medea…?”
There was a noise like wood breaking. She didn’t know how long it was before there was another noise.
“Ooohh….”
Her Edwyn was waking up. Her Edwyn was still alive.
“Master Barrow… you’ll note that I’ve blindfolded you.”
This voice was new. Not like grunts of her captors. More soft spoken. Almost gentle.
“No, don’t try to remove it. If you do, I will be forced to kill the both of you. I’m a very famous man, you see.”
“What do you want here?” Brave Edwyn. Not a scholar, but he was still Medea’s father. “Where is my daughter?”
“Let her speak.”
For a moment, the smell of olives lessened and she could breathe again. “Papa, they’ve got swo…!” The stench returned.
“Your Medea lives, Master Barrow. She will continue living. But you‘re going to bring me something...”
“…what?” Edwyn knew. There was nothing else he had of value, nothing here except Medea.
“The Substance… I don‘t care who you have to lie to, but you deliver a small canister of it to Flea‘s Bottom. Don‘t think about contacting the City Watch, we will be watching you. When we‘re sure you have what I want, you‘ll be lead to your daughter.”
“How do I know you’ll keep your word?”
“You don’t, but you know what I’ll do if you don’t.”
Results:
Lord Victor Frey raises his intrigue to Noteworthy.
Lord Victor Frey raises his stealth to Apprentice
“Perhaps the one with the blue lips, boss?”
“No… too eccentric. Probably values the craft above his own life. Maybe the balding one… he’s the only one that rushes home.”
“Family, you think…?”
“Or a lover. Either way, follow him first.”
“Yes, boss.”
************************************************
Edwyn Barrow was buying flowers when he noticed the stranger watching him. Edwyn was used to it by now, but he still hated people staring at him. Old Nestor had warned him as a young man how the Small Folk’s superstitions would intrude in the lives of aspiring acolytes. At his wedding, they’d thrown pebbles at the Septon for sanctioning such a cursed union.
It wasn’t even real magic, said Barristan the Blue-Tongued. Not even close…
The man stopped looking at him quickly enough. Edwyn thanked the flower vendor and headed down Visenya’s Hill.
*************************************************
“I’m home, sweetling… bought those peace lilies you like so much. I think the old one are dying…
“Shhhh…” The hand over Medea’s mouth tasted of olives for some reason. It was all she could register with the blood pounding in her ears and her eyes blocked.
“Medea…?”
There was a noise like wood breaking. She didn’t know how long it was before there was another noise.
“Ooohh….”
Her Edwyn was waking up. Her Edwyn was still alive.
“Master Barrow… you’ll note that I’ve blindfolded you.”
This voice was new. Not like grunts of her captors. More soft spoken. Almost gentle.
“No, don’t try to remove it. If you do, I will be forced to kill the both of you. I’m a very famous man, you see.”
“What do you want here?” Brave Edwyn. Not a scholar, but he was still Medea’s father. “Where is my daughter?”
“Let her speak.”
For a moment, the smell of olives lessened and she could breathe again. “Papa, they’ve got swo…!” The stench returned.
“Your Medea lives, Master Barrow. She will continue living. But you‘re going to bring me something...”
“…what?” Edwyn knew. There was nothing else he had of value, nothing here except Medea.
“The Substance… I don‘t care who you have to lie to, but you deliver a small canister of it to Flea‘s Bottom. Don‘t think about contacting the City Watch, we will be watching you. When we‘re sure you have what I want, you‘ll be lead to your daughter.”
“How do I know you’ll keep your word?”
“You don’t, but you know what I’ll do if you don’t.”
Results:
Lord Victor Frey raises his intrigue to Noteworthy.
Lord Victor Frey raises his stealth to Apprentice
Hope you all are well and happy.