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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Feb 15, 2015 19:17:03 GMT -5
► @valek @michikokuboshida ◄
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» It was a warm day when Dorothea and two others marched into the Merchant's District of Andor. Dorothea had heard from Hilda that there were reports of racism towards reptilian beastfolk by some of the merchants here. Normally it wouldn't be a matter of the Representative or her seconds to deal with, however these reports also came with sightings of cultist activity, and it had been decided that Dorothea would investigate the possibility of truth behind these claims.
It hadn't gone so well for her thus far and she had been forced to request assistance. Those who answered were not who she expected. Valek Ashburn, the Sword of the Elves, second to their Representative had come to aid her, with seemingly no ulterior motives. And a beastfolk woman named Michiko. With their help, Dorothea hoped they could get to the bottom of this.
"I have a list of the merchants accused of racism as well as a list of locations where the Cult was supposedly seen." Dorothea explained to her companions. "Before we begin, is there any questions you have?" She said, briefly looking at both Valek and Michiko.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2015 20:07:32 GMT -5
Andor wasn't a bad place to look at, Michiko observed. Clear skies, a nice breeze. The rooftops weren't that far apart, either. She could probably travel for miles without setting foot on pavement. If she didn't have business here today, it'd be relaxing.
Which brought her to why she was here in the Andor mercantile sector. Dorothea Prevedell had called for assistance in an investigation into interracial strife and cultist activity. Both concerned her. While she was far from a patriot, a slight such as this against her people was one against her. If only for the reason that delegitimizing the lives of one portion of them could eventually creep into the more human-like beast folk such as herself. The cult was a threat to every Terran, as simple as that. Both, together, though was far more troubling. Sowing civil discord to weaken them before their true offensive? It was possible, but so were dozens of other interpretations. Also, a Prevedell. Michiko thought she'd be taller.
But first, questions. As Dorothea finished, Michiko slipped to her side for a better look at the note she'd brought with the relevant information. "Has Andor had a history of distaste toward reptillian beast folk? If we're looking at incited aggression, they may be rekindling old fires. Do you recognize any of these locations the cult were seen? Places, perhaps, frequented by any of the merchants?" Then she paused, looked at the brightly adorned elf. "And who is he?"
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Mar 8, 2015 0:24:01 GMT -5
► Godmodding Valek out of the thread. Just us girls now ◄
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» Dorothea watched as a carrier pigeon dropped out of the sky and landed near Valek. Without any words the elf started to walk off before turning back for a second to hand Dorothea the note he had received from the bird. "He is apparently leaving." Dorothea stated with a hint of annoyance. "Valek has been recalled to Cydonia to deal with an emergency that has surfaced." She quoted from the note. Valek had by then made his way back out of the Merchant's District.
"Well, I had planned on us splitting up to cover more ground, but it would seem that my plans have been forced to change." Dorothea shook her head and sighed. "Well, the purpose of this missions still stands. We must find the merchants responsible for this outrageous act and put a stop to it as well as investigate the sites of cultist activity."
"To answer your question, no." Dorothea told Michiko. "As a whole, the city gets along well with all the races. I cannot vouch for individuals however. And several names on this list belong to traveling merchants." Dorothea admitted. "As for the sightings, most of them are fairly popular areas. The fountain of Arthur is frequented often by both citizens and visitors alike." Dorothea frowned at the list.
"So, Miss Kuboshida, where would you prefer to begin our investigation? The first merchant on the list is an elf named Rejal, a blacksmith. The first reported location of cultist sightings is the alley behind the 'Fairest Aroma' a perfume and flower emporium." Dorothea left the choice up to her companion, as she had already gone through the lists and had come up empty handed. She hoped Michiko would do better.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Mar 21, 2015 1:38:41 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 228 Lance Ackerman tardy bologna |
It was nice to be around familiar scenery again. Lance had been back in the area for a while now, but he was still taking it all back in. Even with his lack of experience in these types of things, he still wanted to help Dorothea with her investigation. She had helped him, after all. That in itself made him determined to try and return the favor. And even if he was raised to ignore unpleasant stuff like this when possible, he couldn't ignore something like this. Not while he lived close by. None of it sat well with him. Any sort of racism was disgusting, and the cult sightings were rather troubling. The quicker it all was dealt with the better.
The mage knew he signed up late, and made a mad dash to catch up with them so he wasn't way too late. However he didn't expect Dorothea to be the only one there when he arrived. Weren't there others? Maybe they already split up or something. Though she didn't seem thrilled either. Then again he had never seen her really sober. Maybe that was just her face.
“...So are we all there is?”
He asked a bit out of breath with a small wave. It wasn't too bad if that was the case though. They could still be thorough. But chances are he was just late.
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Apr 1, 2015 20:10:29 GMT -5
► She might have forgotten Lance's name◄
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» The anger on Dorothea's face was readily apparent as Michiko left mid sentence. It appeared the Right Hand was back at square one for this investigation. Heroes of the past help her. What she needed now was something to hit. Hard.
Then she heard a vaguely familiar voice behind her. Turning around she saw a scrawny mage walking up. "It would appear that way." She said, her teeth grit together. "The other two who had signed up had something more important to deal with apparently. Though what could be more important than helping a Representative's Second in her own city is far beyond me." She brought a gauntlet clad hand to her forehead.
"If we are to get this investigation finished quickly then we must start now." She explained. "There are several merchant's who are accused of the racist actions as well as multiple locations where sightings of cultist activity have taken place. I was planning on talking to the merchants again. Any suggestions or objections?" She asked Lance.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Apr 4, 2015 0:51:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] Bright light living in the shade Your cold heart makes my spirit shake [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 179 Lance Ackerman this is extremely rushed I fail at life |
He was visibly relieved at not being too late. It was a shame when it came to the others. Though, the task at hand should still be pretty simple with only the two of them. Lance felt for Dorothea. No doubt this was frustrating. He probably didn't look like much help himself either. Especially if she remembered the other night. Hopefully he can help make this investigation a success.
The mage chewed his bottom lip. It was more of a frustrated statement than anything else. So there was really no way to respond to it, as much as he wanted to. Maybe he was trying a bit too hard to socialize right out of the starting gate.
Lance gave a quick nod. “Of course.” He definitely didn't have any objections on it, and he didn't have much as far as suggestions. At least, anything major at this point. No doubt he'd have all sorts of them later. Checking out the merchants first was a solid plan.
“Nope. Not really...what merchant are we going to be talking to first?”
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