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Odyleon · March 13, 2006, 04:28 PM

OOC: Open to old and new players alike, a mod would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Winter of Era XII PF, after III cycle of Ponutis

The man standing by that crowded corner of the Domicilium was Human. If questioned, he'd even have a pre-constructed visa to prove that he was called Gautier Philippe de Faberjais. Monsieur de Faberjais. Tall and stout of build, the violinist was. With brown hair tied in a long ponytail behind his back, he played his instrument with a remarkable degree of skill. Garbed in a dark longcoat, the Jaedaxian sported an unkempt three-brightening stubble and wore smoked spectacles that concealed his blue eyes, as well as a wide-brimmed black hat. The case of his violin resting peacefully by his feet, next to a pewter bowl for the occasional tip, Gautier Philippe de Faberjais was just another street performer with a violin.

The violin was real. Everything else was fake, including its sound, for the bow's string only existed as an illusion, just like the man's identity. The Senator of Sheria was an Adept Mystic, after all. Such things had not been hard to fabricate. He had taken one lesson with the fiddle, bailing out of it because violins were much too irrational for his tastes. As he had once said to Holland, why call the four strings of a violin G-D-A-E when you can call them 1-2-3-4 or A-B-C-D. What the letters stood for was quite beyond him.

The sweet melody he was playing? A custom-crafted spell designed for that very purpose, Vocalize. Apprentice level, to be precise. Divine and Abjure to get a sensorial memory or thought out of your brain and into reality. He had thought of his old and lost friend, Merrick the Mute, as he designed the spell. Merrick could have used that spell. Odyleon Q. Meiers was merely remembering and replaying the songs that musicians entertained their audiences with at the Red Mullet in Vers. As simple as that.

A very experienced eye could have noticed that Gautier's bowing was slightly out of sync with the notes and his fingering a little weird. Also, the musician was left-handed, bowing with his dominant hand. Which wasn't unheard of, though the violinist had not inverted the strings as required in such cases. It would take a careful examination of the strings and their thickness to find out, though.

Now, the real question was... was a Senator's stipend so low that he had to resort to this in order to make a living? Of course not. They had come with a purpose. Ody's purpose was Truth. His partners, well... they never had much of a choice.

'Sword of Ioannes to Orod's Hourglass, nothing unusual to report, I repeat, nothing unusual' rang Leo's voice in his mind. Leo Valzas, the young and thin chimney sweeper turned errand boy, lost somewhere in the crowd, communicated through the little diamond he clasped tightly in his fist, previously Imbued by Ody with a telepathy spell tested on the PonderTree in Medonia.

'Orod's Hourglass to Sword of Ioannes, keep your eyes open. Our man or woman is likely to feel nervous in a large crowd. They will be afraid of someone exposing them and turning them in for treason. Remember, even in Prime it sucks to be an ex-Rakrya mage these brightenings'.

Still, Ody knew, Prime could provide an amount of anonimity that no other city could. With the Rakrya disbanded and the barrier gone, the Magi could either have returned to their cities where everyone knew them - as traitors - or blended with the masses of Prime. And if just one of them had chosen the latter option, oh, Ody and co. would find him/her eventually.

'Orod's Hourglass to Shield of Diana, how is...' he began.

'Aaaaaaaargh, enough with these pathetic callsigns!' came Rouel's exasperated response. The fiesty redhead bodyguard had never bothered to call her employer 'Your Excellency'. 'It's not like you don't know who you're talking to! Besides, I'm not supposed to be doing this!'

'I... I thought it was kind of cool, the codenames and all...' the Senator replied. 'Anyway, your objections are rejected. Keep asking around. Especially the kids. Perfect witnesses, they have good eyes and no prejudice. Use your motherly instinct, Rouel.'

Rouel's only motherly instincts were for her sword, but the young Elven girl had a gentle appearance despite her fiery temper. The kids would trust her.

'This is extra work. I want a fething raise after this, Boss' thought Rouel.

'Er, how about you keep Gautier's tips?'

'Are you trying to insult me, Boss?' And after two seconds: 'How much?'

Gautier cast his eyes down and looked at the bowl. 'As of right now, three Crowns and two Silvers.'

'Feth. People sure are stingy around these parts. Try to play a little better, Boss.'

Gautier sighed, his piece having come to an end. There was nothing unusual there, just an innocent violinist. On the roof above, a pigeon watched over the scene. That, too, was an Animation, though one mixed with Sentinel and Awareness to provide Ody with a merciless bird's eye view on the area. Making the necessary Imbuements to cast and maintain this many spells had taken him brightenings. Hopefully the hard work would not go to waste...

March 13, 2006, 04:28 PM	#1 (permalink)
Odyleon Time and Again Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: Vers, Taralon, Prime Posts: 1,544 Blog Entries: 1 Total Awards: 1	Fiddler on the Roof [Open, xGM please!] OOC: Open to old and new players alike, a mod would be greatly appreciated. Thanks! Winter of Era XII PF, after III cycle of Ponutis The man standing by that crowded corner of the Domicilium was Human. If questioned, he'd even have a pre-constructed visa to prove that he was called Gautier Philippe de Faberjais. Monsieur de Faberjais. Tall and stout of build, the violinist was. With brown hair tied in a long ponytail behind his back, he played his instrument with a remarkable degree of skill. Garbed in a dark longcoat, the Jaedaxian sported an unkempt three-brightening stubble and wore smoked spectacles that concealed his blue eyes, as well as a wide-brimmed black hat. The case of his violin resting peacefully by his feet, next to a pewter bowl for the occasional tip, Gautier Philippe de Faberjais was just another street performer with a violin. The violin was real. Everything else was fake, including its sound, for the bow's string only existed as an illusion, just like the man's identity. The Senator of Sheria was an Adept Mystic, after all. Such things had not been hard to fabricate. He had taken one lesson with the fiddle, bailing out of it because violins were much too irrational for his tastes. As he had once said to Holland, why call the four strings of a violin G-D-A-E when you can call them 1-2-3-4 or A-B-C-D. What the letters stood for was quite beyond him. The sweet melody he was playing? A custom-crafted spell designed for that very purpose, Vocalize. Apprentice level, to be precise. Divine and Abjure to get a sensorial memory or thought out of your brain and into reality. He had thought of his old and lost friend, Merrick the Mute, as he designed the spell. Merrick could have used that spell. Odyleon Q. Meiers was merely remembering and replaying the songs that musicians entertained their audiences with at the Red Mullet in Vers. As simple as that. A very experienced eye could have noticed that Gautier's bowing was slightly out of sync with the notes and his fingering a little weird. Also, the musician was left-handed, bowing with his dominant hand. Which wasn't unheard of, though the violinist had not inverted the strings as required in such cases. It would take a careful examination of the strings and their thickness to find out, though. Now, the real question was... was a Senator's stipend so low that he had to resort to this in order to make a living? Of course not. They had come with a purpose. Ody's purpose was Truth. His partners, well... they never had much of a choice. 'Sword of Ioannes to Orod's Hourglass, nothing unusual to report, I repeat, nothing unusual' rang Leo's voice in his mind. Leo Valzas, the young and thin chimney sweeper turned errand boy, lost somewhere in the crowd, communicated through the little diamond he clasped tightly in his fist, previously Imbued by Ody with a telepathy spell tested on the PonderTree in Medonia. 'Orod's Hourglass to Sword of Ioannes, keep your eyes open. Our man or woman is likely to feel nervous in a large crowd. They will be afraid of someone exposing them and turning them in for treason. Remember, even in Prime it sucks to be an ex-Rakrya mage these brightenings'. Still, Ody knew, Prime could provide an amount of anonimity that no other city could. With the Rakrya disbanded and the barrier gone, the Magi could either have returned to their cities where everyone knew them - as traitors - or blended with the masses of Prime. And if just one of them had chosen the latter option, oh, Ody and co. would find him/her eventually. 'Orod's Hourglass to Shield of Diana, how is...' he began. 'Aaaaaaaargh, enough with these pathetic callsigns!' came Rouel's exasperated response. The fiesty redhead bodyguard had never bothered to call her employer 'Your Excellency'. 'It's not like you don't know who you're talking to! Besides, I'm not supposed to be doing this!' 'I... I thought it was kind of cool, the codenames and all...' the Senator replied. 'Anyway, your objections are rejected. Keep asking around. Especially the kids. Perfect witnesses, they have good eyes and no prejudice. Use your motherly instinct, Rouel.' Rouel's only motherly instincts were for her sword, but the young Elven girl had a gentle appearance despite her fiery temper. The kids would trust her. 'This is extra work. I want a fething raise after this, Boss' thought Rouel. 'Er, how about you keep Gautier's tips?' 'Are you trying to insult me, Boss?' And after two seconds: 'How much?' Gautier cast his eyes down and looked at the bowl. 'As of right now, three Crowns and two Silvers.' 'Feth. People sure are stingy around these parts. Try to play a little better, Boss.' Gautier sighed, his piece having come to an end. There was nothing unusual there, just an innocent violinist. On the roof above, a pigeon watched over the scene. That, too, was an Animation, though one mixed with Sentinel and Awareness to provide Ody with a merciless bird's eye view on the area. Making the necessary Imbuements to cast and maintain this many spells had taken him brightenings. Hopefully the hard work would not go to waste... __________________ CIR Thanks Wessex for the Companionship! Help develop the game! Arcana - Science - Trade Skills Last edited by Odyleon; March 13, 2006 at 04:42 PM.