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Post by Horas on Dec 11, 2008 16:46:15 GMT -5
Burned down by its own substance near 30 years ago, the rebuilt guildhall is in the same location as the last, though substantially smaller and less grand. Armed guards stand outside.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 12, 2008 9:14:42 GMT -5
Loren Irwyn and Brandon Royce and a small group of sworn swords arrive outside the guild hall. "Lord Irwyn and Lord Royce are here to speak with the Wisdom about the theft of your wild fire, please admit us," Ser Montague announces to the guards.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 12, 2008 9:26:46 GMT -5
Brandon licked his lips as he felt the energy of the place, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Potent spellwork in there," he sais.
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Post by Horas on Dec 12, 2008 14:07:23 GMT -5
The guards let them in, and a young acolyte leads the noble visitors down a long hallway. "The head Wisdom is a touch eccentric," the boy murmurs apologetically, then opens a door and ushers them into another room.
A thick red carpet covers the floor, and there are no chairs, merely large pillows laying over the ground. The room is filled with a thick and cloying smoke that dulls the senses, fed by a censer in the middle of the room. A man in ornate robes sits cross-legged before it. His eyelids and lips have both been painted blue.
"Visitors?" he murmurs as Brandon and Loren enter.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 12, 2008 14:19:59 GMT -5
Owen accompanies Brandon and Loren inside the house, followed by several goldcloaks.
OOC: Sorry to jump in now. I was set to go on this with Brandon but never saw where it began. Let me know if I'm too late.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 12, 2008 15:37:54 GMT -5
"Good Afternoon, Wisdom, we are here to investigate a theft of some wildfire a few evenings past. We have recovered the Wildfire but wanted to know what you can tell us about the evening and about a pyromancer named Edwyn Barrow," Loren smiles but watches the Wisdom's eyes and body language for any clues to his behavior.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 12, 2008 17:17:09 GMT -5
Brandon looks at the Wisdom as Loren speaks. "Fancies himself a warlock," Brandon thought as he noticed the blue lips.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 12, 2008 17:54:20 GMT -5
Owen and his second in command join Brandon and Loren while the other goldcloaks wait outside, standing guard. He eyes the Wisdom's blue lips with veiled curiosity. He waits silently, letting the others talk while he sizes up the situation.
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Post by Horas on Dec 12, 2008 20:03:23 GMT -5
"Edwyn Barrow. Edwyn Barrow. Edwyn Barrow!" The Wisdom shakes his head angrily. "A true Alchemist must be commited to his work above all else. That man's daughter was his weakness, I've said it a thousand times, and no doubt that harpy corrupted him. Well they will both burn when I find them!"
The Wisdom waves his hands furiously and coughs on the smoke in the room. "He stabbed young Jymes, right in the gut... must have thought he killed him. Jymes says Edwyn kept saying how sorry he was... let him see where his apologies get him when he burns alive!"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 13, 2008 5:41:05 GMT -5
"Honored Wisdom, might I see young Jymes and speak to him?" Brandon requested.
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Post by Horas on Dec 16, 2008 1:32:02 GMT -5
The wisdom coughs again. "Yes, yes." Then he shouts for an acolyte who appears promptly at the door. "Take the lords to Jymes," is all he says.
The acolyte bows respectfully and leads Loren, Brandon, and Owen out of the smoke-filled room and down the hall into another room, this one apparently some sort of infirmary. Here a boy of about 15 lays on a bed, his side wrapped up in bandages and a book propped in front of his nose.
"Jymes," the other Acolyte says, "these men want to ask you some questions."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Dec 16, 2008 5:37:25 GMT -5
"Good day Jymes. Do you have any idea on why Barrow would have done such a thing?" Brandon asked.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 16, 2008 8:29:10 GMT -5
Loren surveys the boy's injuries while Brandon asks his question. He was lucky for sure Loren thought knowing that had the wounds been a little lower it would have killed the lad.
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Post by Horas on Dec 16, 2008 16:21:22 GMT -5
The boy shakes his head. "Master Barrow was always so nice. It was like he wasn't in his right mind. He kept saying 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' even when he attacked me."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 16, 2008 21:25:42 GMT -5
"Do you know if Master Barrow had any meetings with people you did not recognize recently? Was he acting strange or nervous on any previous days, maybe talking less or taking strange actions that was not characteristic? Also what do you know of the master's daughter?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5