In-Character E-mail 4

Darkplane Descending In-Character E-mail # 4


Kristy

The Scene:

Jethashae Moul, an enforcer for the Souliaydach family, has just offered Tobias a luxury room at the casino / hotel on Olieshayr island. Tomorrow, in the late morning, he will take his new “protegee” to the Souliaydach family’s secret base, where the mysterious shipment has been taken. Exhausted from their varied endeavors, several of them nursing wounds from four battles fought in less than twelve hours, the group gathers in Tobias’s room to rest, take a late meal, and discuss recent events. Vash brings up a protective cover of darkness to smuggle Ichtaca into the room through a window. The room Vash paid for is just down the hall, although it is far less sumptuous in decoration and comfort. Anducaid is welcome back in Lady Loitheyr’s room whenever he is finished. Tobias’s room features a wide fireplace with a marble mantle and a crackling fire, a deep-cushioned sofa and a few chairs gathered around the fireplace, a huge, ornate canopy bed with satin sheets an an embroidered feather duvet, comfortable mahogany chairs around a matching breakfast table, and a small balcony looking out over lake Hethe. An adjoining chamber features a real flushing toilet (think 18th century), a sink and a huge bath, the latest imports from Trentsmund, all with running hot and cold water.

The Characters:

Tobias Orindel – Played by Adam
Vashvari Gahnalende – Played by Mike
Ichtaca Ollin – Played by Jared
Anducaid Ylcuroth – Played by Tylor
Lyda Jennish – Played by Kristy
Other NPC’s – Played by Kristy

Lyda collapses into the deep cushions of the couch, kicking off her boots and propping her feet up on the footstool. “Gods! I can’t believe we got away with that!”


Adam

“Yeah, thanks, everyone,” Tobias says, sitting down next to Lyda and putting his arm around her. “That was about as close as they come, I think.”


Michael

After coming in through the balcony doors with Ichtaca, Vash releases his cloud of darkness and looks around contemplatively at the fine chamber. He pulls back the hood of his dark cloak, and Anucaid gets his first clear moment to examine the drow in good light. Vash is in his early twenties. He has softly pointed ears, roughly the size of a human’s. His skin is dark grey, his hair is pure white, thick and long, falling loose past his shoulders. The pupils of his eyes are a warm amber. He is muscular for a fey creature, and as such, he simply looks athletic. He is handsome, much more so by human standards, his skin smooth and hairless, the fey features of his face a study in masculine perfection. He walks with an unconscious grace, like a predatory cat, even in his most casual movement. He is dressed in fine scale armor, which blends with and seems a part of his fine clothing, a mix of blacks, grays and muted blues.. The scales are a matte black that seems to absorb the light, the leather pieces are gunmetal blue, as are his gloves and boots.

Stalking towards the fireplace, he sits in an overstuffed chair by Tobias and Lyda. Gesturing towards Ichtaca, he says, "But how long will our good fortune last? I mean, he stands out quite a bit around town. What will we do when your new “family” realizes that he is suddenly no longer dead?"


Adam

“Hopefully he was a small enough concern that they’ll just forget about him,” Tobias says. “But I see your point. We might be in over our heads here.”


Kristy

Lyda winces suddenly, then rubs her temples. “I’ve felt like I was in over my head since my father introduced me to you three. The last few days have been…chaotic.”


Michael

Vash rubs the skin around his eyepatch, and leans forward to get a better look at Lyda. “Are you all right, haneth (Losandrae word for lady)?” Vash gets up and brings Lyda a glass of wine from the sidetable. Turning to Tobias, Vash passes him a small bag, looking a trifle guilty. “I may have contributed to the amount of trouble that you will be in if they find Ichtaca alive. Now that I think of it, they may think the two of you contrived all of this to gain access to the…er…‘amenities’ of this facility.”

(Upon opening the pouch, Tobias would find several finely-cut gems of high quality and clarity.)


Tylor

Anducaid approaches on of the chairs near the fireplace, laying his black traveling cloak over the arm. He rests himself in the plush chair, and begins rummaging through his small satchel. He finds the long wooden pipe he was searching for, and a tiny leather pouch filled with a mixture of herbs. He begins tightly packing the pipe as he examines those around the room. He leans back, and before placing the pipe in his mouth he rubs his bloodshot eyes. A small smile then appears on his face.
“It is certainly a peculiar thing,” he begins and then pauses a moment to light a match and take the first thick puffs form his pipe, “that you lot have proved yourselves so daring and risky in such a short amount of time. Your willingness to get your hands dirty is of infinite value. Jennish’s confidences are well placed.”


Kristy

Lyda nods gratefully to Vash, taking the wine and pressing the cold crystal glass to her forehead for a few moments. She leans quietly against Tobias and sips it.


Michael

Vash brings wine to each of the others as well, while he is up, giving Tobias time to examine what is in the small pouch. As he passes Anducaid his glass, he meets the man’s eyes. “We’ve been hired to get our hands dirty. The scholars of the conference aren’t going to find a cure for the Némelethe without us, I’m sure of that now. Or answer the other questions Ambassador Anelathem and Professor Jennish would like us to address. This little group seems the best chance.” He glances again at Lyda as he returns to his seat near Tobias.


Adam

Tobias is silent for several seconds as he stares into the bag. “What… the hell…” Then his head whips up and he glares at Vash. “What the hell have you done?!”


Kristy

“What?” Lyda, wine glass pressed to her forehead, tries to peek into the pouch.


Michael

Vash looks suddenly incredulous, “What the hell do you mean, ‘What the hell have you done?’ I’ll tell you what I haven’t done: I haven’t joined one the two major crime families in this city on a whim, and taken a contract to kill a friend as my first job, and then lied to my new employers that the job was done. That’s what I haven’t done.” He stands up and stalks to the other side of the room, “(filthy elvish epithet)! All I did was what I thought that you, our glorious leader, would have wanted—I looked for the secret hidden docks where this shipment we were looking for might be unloaded at. Now, if I happened to have stumbled into some kind of mega-vault while doing that, who can blame me? And if I happened to have liberated a few gems from said vault, how was I to know that you would be joining the mob on this fine evening. Seems to me that things would be looking considerably simpler if the two of you with new family connections had realized that gaining these connections might cause problems later on!”


Adam

“How did you even do this?” Tobias demands, not directly answering Lyda but not closing the bag either. “How much… I mean, what the hell?!” Tobias then lowers his voice to a whisper, but no less urgent. “Do you have any idea what they’ll do to us if they find out? If they put all this together?”


Kristy

Lyda, catching a glimpse of the bag’s contents, looks like she doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She drinks the rest of her wine glass in a single drain. Still rubbing her temples, she gets up and walks to the sideboard for a refill.


Michael

Vash visibly forces himself to calm, and takes a few breaths before continuing, “As I said before, how was I to know that you would be joining up this evening? I figured by the time they realized something was missing we would have been long gone from the island and none would have been the wiser.” He pours himself a stiffer drink and gulps it down. “As it is, they’re not likely to know anything is missing until tomorrow or the next day, depending on what their vault schedule is. I imagine after they take in the nights winnings, they will have to count everything and tally stuff up. They won’t know anything is gone until then.”
(Vash is not divulging just how much he stole.)


Adam

“Okay, okay,” Tobias says, “calm down. Maybe a few things we’ve done lately have been… a bit unwise. We’re all new to this.” He closes the bag and hands it back to Vash. “We need to be careful about this, though. They’re going to be out for blood, and soon.”


Michael

Vash gives a short bow, “I apologize as well. I am…unused to having companions to rely on.” Vash sits down again. “As for when they’ll be out for blood, I don’t know. As I said, it was a fairly large vault. I wouldn’t be surprised if this casino houses the main vault for the ‘family’ operations. There are a few scenarios as I see it, and both give us at least a day before they are aware of anything, possibly up to the end of the week. If the daily count is just to tally the nights winnings and mark it in the books, then they probably verify the vault holdings weekly, or bi-weekly, so we have more time, and there is more chance they won’t know who to blame. If they count everything every day, then it will take a significant portion of time (the vault was huge), but they will know at the end of the day tomorrow, and it will be easier to link you and Ichtaca to the crime, if they find out he is alive.”


Tylor

Anducaid watches the exchange between the drow and the Abrianach student with some interest. He continued to sip lightly on his wine and puff from his pipe, amused at the discussion, and impressed by the abilities of these men. After a time he rises from his chair and paces the room. When there is a break in the conversation and the two men have calmed down he speaks,

“There was one gentleman I met this evening, one of the dealers at a table I won a rather significant amount of money at. After a short discussion with him he seemed alright to cheat the house. Given the circumstances of my spending this evening, a good portion of what you recovered tonight Vash properly belongs to me. And if you two are looking for someone to pin this on, I made a very influential contact tonight among the nobles who would be more than happy to report to the casino guard the misdeeds of this particular dice dealer.”


Kristy

Lyda, meanwhile, is working on her third glass of wine, and her gait is wobbly as she walks out to the balcony to stare over the lake.


Michael

Vash chuckles lightly at Anducaid’s suggestion. “I didn’t actually take any money, and the house’s income for the night was deposited straight into a separate strongbox, which I didn’t touch. If you’ve won money, you should have a winner’s chit that you would convert to gold at those cashier’s windows right? I imagine the casino will still honor it.”

“As for the dice dealer, I doubt he would go quietly. He would probably turn you in, and that would probably lead back to us.”


Adam

“You’re despicable,” Tobias says to Anducaid. “You would sell out a man who helped you so quickly? And for what? When was it that you ‘earned’ this money? Was it while you were downing drink after drink? Or perhaps while you wasted your own money on foolish gambles?”
Tobias moves to follow Lyda to the balcony. “Heaven help the rest of us should you ever have reason to turn on us as well.”


Kristy

Lyda is sitting now, leaning her forehead against the balcony rails, gazing between them vacantly at the waterline below.


Tylor

“Watch your mouth you ignorant infant! I said nothing that it was my intentions to cheat the house (Bluff = 12….probably unlikely that sticks, lol). It is clear that you have not found that making it in the world outside your protected walls, and sheltered lifestyle requires innovation, and actions that will serve your purpose no matter the cost. No one’s decisions tonight were of the highest value, perhaps the Barbarian is the only one who didn’t lose sight of the true purpose here. If you are the so called leader of this band of individuals, then GET YOUR HOUSE IN ORDER.”


Adam

“Feel free to make your own way any time you like, you damn ugly bastard,” Tobias says as he closes the glass balcony door.


Adam

He walks over to Lyda and sits down next to her, taking her hand in his. “I’m so sorry you’ve been dragged into this.”


Kristy

“It hurts.” Lyda’s words are slurred, and she is pressing her forehead so hard against the railing that it’s leaving a mark. It’s obvious that, unlike her father, she has no tolerance for alcohol.


Michael

(Insight check to see through Anducaid’s bluff = 24)

“I find it hard to believe that a random house dealer would offer to help you cheat. More likely you paid him off in hopes that you’d get some action by winning big and impressing some Lady—how much of your winnings did you have to promise him? I don’t imagine he’ll just lose his job were the house to find out he cheated for their loss.” Vash stands once again and crosses the room to place his wine glass on the table.


Tylor

Quietly Anducaid responds to Vash now that Tobias has left the room to stand near Lyda on the balcony.

“Too true Drow. You’ve detected my folly, and yet the results will prove invaluable, and truly that’s all I ever seek. I don’t doubt the talents of young Tobias, but he must learn to keep his composure and learn respect for
His elders. I can’t blame him too much, for I know how height of the clouds that Jennish has taken him too. He needs to be grounded, and someday he will see that the pedestal of books he stands on will crumble with new revelations.”


Adam

“Is it just the alcohol? Or has your head still been bothering you?” Tobias asks her.


Kristy

She’s watching his lips move staring intently as he talks, leaning a little too close. “This stuff is worthless. I drank, like five, and my damn head still hurts.” She throws the crystal glass over the balcony, flinching as it shatters loudly on a rock below. She stumbles over the words, slurring even more. "You know, I just wanna say, like I said about before when I kissed you back there it was not what you might be thinking I’m thinking you’re thinking, you know. I’m not that kind of girl, kissing men on the docks like that. Or elsewhere. I’m not that kind of girl over there, either. Over… uh… where the docks aren’t. …Gods! You’ve got such a pretty mouth…” she kisses him awkwardly; her breath heavy with wine, missing his lips most of the way.


Adam

Tobias tries his best to correct her, but eventually gives up on the idea. “Wow, you hammered through that wine pretty quick. We should probably get you to sleep.”


Kristy

She pulls back and looks at him dreamily. “You know, I think I’m gonna…” and then pukes all over the front of his clothing and neck.


Michael

Vash, catching a glimpse of Tobias and Lyda through the glass of the balcony doors, moves subtly over, blocking Anducaid from seeing Tobias’s plight. “You know, the kind of respect you want from him goes both ways, in my opinion. You are both intelligent men. Surely this rivalry between your universities can be set aside, as well as any personal dislike. We have work to accomplish, and Tobias has already proven himself strangely competent outside of a library.” He looks contemplatively over his shoulder at the human outside, adding under his breath. “His enemies seem to die with no effort on his part.” He turns back to the older man. "What results from what folly did you refer to just now?


Jared

Ictaca sits back contemplatively as he takes in the conversations and arguments that occur around him. He looks in the bag and smiles, nodding toward Vash,

“Good work Vash, this will no doubt help fund our journey and we will certainly put it to better use than some mafia. Although, we cannot spend any of it here in the city or it will very easily and quickly get traced back to us. They will certainly be looking for it and as long as we don’t spend it here in the city it will not get traced back to us.”
“I also believe that I should remain ‘dead’ as far as anyone in the mob is concerned. It will be much safer for all of us since we arrived together. If they find out that I’m alive, we will all be implicated.”


Michael

Vash smiles at the northman’s words, “Ahh. Well you see, my dear Ichtaca, this is why I only took loose gemstones, and not set jewelry. A gem is near impossible to trace if it’s not set, and it is not a large unique piece, as it can be recut easily into a new design if needed. Still, you may be right, the people who might be willing to recut a perfectly fine ruby probably work for one of the families already.”


Jared

Ictaca nods and replies, “I think I understand. It’s like the spirit elders say, ‘A pearl is worthless as long as it is in its shell’”. Ictaca then pauses after repeating is memorized proverb to contemplate its meaning. Then feeling satisfied, nods his head with pride due to the wisdom he just shared.


Adam

Tobias looks down at his clothes. “Wow. Well, that settles it. You’re going to bed.”
Briefly he considers picking her up, but decides he probably wouldn’t be strong enough, so he helps her to her feet and allows her to lean on him as they walk to a separate entrance to the balcony that connects to the master bedroom of the suite. He helps her out of the outermost layers of clothes, deciding that, for decency’s sake, she’d probably prefer him not to do more while she’s so inebriated. He then wipes the stray residue off of her face and lays her down in the bed.

Once he’s tucked her in, he turns toward the bathing room to change out of his soiled clothes.


Kristy

She’s halfway asleep before he gets her into the bed, groaning softly and clutching her forehead. Again, he gets the impression of unreleased psionic energy buzzing within her.


Michael

Vash nods along with Ichtaca, “I see. So you’re saying Tobias is like a small pebble, covered in hardened clam spit, and Abrianach University is the clam. What we have to do is remove the spit, to reveal the pebble within, which might happen to be a jewel, and then pry him out of the clam. Not necessarily in that order.”


Tylor

Anducaid, realizing he has had his fill, pours the last few swallows of wine into the fire nearby and sets the crystal wine glass on the mantle piece. He pushes up the arm sleeves on his black tunic a little further to reveal his veiny arms. Again taking his seat hear the fire in the plush arm chair he begins twirling the peculiar rod with silvery veins in circles around his fingers. As the Barbarian speaks, he crumples up his face in confused amusement at how such an eloquent Barbarian can suddenly say such odd things.
“Well Vashvari,” he begins as he tears his eyes away from Ictacha, “I met a most fascinating woman, Lady Loitheyr, who was pleasurable in more ways than one. She is the husband of a powerful Duke, whose realm of influence is far beyond her own. And as a man of your charisma knows, the woman is truly the neck of any man stupid enough to bind himself down in marriage. She is a fine woman who seeks liberation, for she married for wealth and title. My realm of influence has just been extended, by association.”


Adam

Through the glass doors they see Tobias walk out back onto the balcony, having shed his dirtied clothes in favor of a luxurious robe that was left in the washroom. He is tall and thin; not in an athletic way, but almost seeming malnourished and weak. His skin is a little pale, and tightly pulled across his body. His head is hairless, perhaps shaven, and his eyes are bright. He carries himself with the straight back he gained through years of trying to seem as impressive as possible, to make up for his withered figure.
He walks to the edge of the balcony and rests his hand on the rail, glancing once over his shoulder, back at the bedroom where Lyda lay, and then he turns his gaze back out to the sea.


Kristy

Tobias sees soft glowing motes drifting over the manicured lawns that slope down to the lake, the last of this season’s fireflies. It has been a warm autumn, but the night air is chilly, the breeze off the lakefront even colder.


Kristy

Meanwhile, a knock at the door interrupts Anducaid, Vash, and Ichtaca. A servant waits outside the suite with a small cart laden with trays of hot food and fresh drinks. He is a smartly dressed heathfolk man with grey hair woven into intricate braids, including his beard. To whoever answers the door, he bows deeply, avoiding eye contact. “Compliments of the Lady for Mr. Ylcuroth and his young friends.” The food is expensive and lavish, including an array of caviar and smoked fish that are considered rare local delicacies. There are tiny chocolate cakes like petite fours) with real gold leaf decorations (edible). Alcohol is of course included, separate traditional drinks for each meal of the day, some based on grains, others on fruits, including the ubiquitous shlechocha, a breakfast beverage made of fermented sheep’s milk. A silver bowl holds wet, steaming hot face-towels. A separate silver tray holds a heavy white envelope, a note for Anducaid from “The Lady”, the servant says discreetly. Presumably, this is the Lady Loithayr.

(Inside, he will find a letter written on perfumed paper, signed only with a lipstick kiss, and the key to her suite. The letter indicates that she has retired for the night, but that he is welcome to join her at his convenience later on. She has included a thick wad of folded bills, hinting that they are being provided for her lover to tip the servants for their discretion.)


Michael

Vash looks up quickly at the knock on the door, then quickly gestures to Ictaca to join him in exiting the room. “You should probably get that, Anducaid, since were technically not here.” Vash then leaves through the balcony door and drags Ictaca with him.


Michael

(Stealth check of 24 to hide Vash and Ictaca on the balcony.)
Vash rushes onto the balcony with Ictaca and gestures to Tobias that the two of them aren’t here.


Adam

Tobias looks back into the suite and sees Anducaid speaking with the servant, and nods ever so slightly at Vash.


Tylor

Anducaid takes one of the bills from the letter, pops a grape into his mouth from the tray the servant is pushing in, and then hands the bill to the servant as he is departing. He closes the door behind the servant and walks back to the cart circling it. He takes his time as he pours himself a warm glass ofshlechocha. Knowing its flavor and the strength of the fermentation, Anducaiduncorks one of the chilled bottles on the cart and lets out a few more swigs of a stronger alcohol into his glass of shlechocha. He then places a piece of the smoked fish on a small plate. Carrying his shlechoca in one hand, and the plate of fish in another he walks towards the glass door to the balcony outside. Opening the door he holds out the plate towards Tobias. “Come, eat. Before your bones devour you from the inside out.”


Michael

After hearing the door close once again, signaling the servant’s departure Vash re-enters Tobias’ luxurious suite from the balcony. His eyes widen slightly at the extravagance of the food service just delivered, as it vies for attention with the very room they occupy. He calls back toward Anducaid on the balcony, “From your new friend? Well, we can comfort ourselves that if the mob doesn’t kill us, your new lady’s husband most likely will.”


Tylor

After handing the plate to Tobias (or getting rejected) Anducaid walks back towards the table to pick at the food. He partitions himself a piece of the fried fish, and sips lightly from his drink. “Yes, I dare say this is from my new catch. It seems my audience will be requested in a short amount of time, or at least expected. My, she is…ravishing. But dear Vash, the term ‘husband’ is one that the insecure merely conjure for themselves to help quell the anxiety caused by their fear of loss. Yes, I’m sure he’s a powerful man, but he need not know.” With that Anducaid finishes the last of his Shlechocha and reaches for one of the moist towels. Taking the uncorked bottle of sweet liquor and the towel he returns to his chair, mopping his forehead and taking occasional swigs.


Kristy

The servant glared at Anducaid and muttered under his breath as he left. “Cheap bastard.”


Adam

Tobias accepts the offer of food. “We might as well enjoy ourselves while we wait for our digits to be removed.” He takes a small plate of the fish and sits back down on the couch, closing his eyes as he tastes the food.


Michael

Vash fixes himself a plate of hot meats and fruit and takes his seat by the fire again. “Tobias, I gather the wine did not provide any relief for Lyda’s headache. Is there anything we should be concerned about?”


Adam

“No, I don’t think so,” Tobias says, setting his now-empty plate aside. “Some rest will do her well, I think. It’s been a stressful couple of days.”


Michael

Vash leans forward and whispers significantly to Tobias, “No fever then? She was spending a great deal of time at the clinic.”


Adam

“Well, yeah. She’s a physician. That’s to be expected.”


Michael

Vash sighs, “That’s not what I meant. A fever is often one of the first symptoms of the Némeleth, to which she has had a great deal of exposure. And it has already been shown communicable to humans.”


Adam

Tobias stops, his eyes widening slightly. “I hadn’t considered that.” He looks toward the bedroom door. “She doesn’t have a fever yet, but I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that.”


Michael

“No offense, fair leader, but it helps to actually touch the patient if you are going to check for a fever.” Vash stands quickly and crosses to the sleeping chamber where Lyda is resting.
(Healing check of 19 to see if Lyda is feverish.)


Kristy

As Vash touches her cheek with the back of his hand, she stirs a little, pressing her face against the relative coolness of his skin, and moans in her sleep. “Tobias.”
(Lyda is hot, a little feverish, but it’s not too bad, and it’s impossible to tell what the cause is.)


Adam

Tobias stands and walks over past Vash, sitting on the bed next to her and resting his hand on her forehead for a moment. “Maybe I’ll need to keep a closer eye on this. No need to worry about it being the memory sickness just yet, though.”


Michael

“Be sure you do. The Némeleth can worsen very quickly. I think I’m going to head back to my room now to get a bit of rest. I’ll take Ictaca along as well.” Vash walks back into the other room and gestures to Ictaca, “If you’re hungry, grab some food and bring it with you. We should try to get what rest we can for the remainder of the night. You can have the bed in my room—I don’t sleep.” He then walks out onto the balcony to wait for the barbarian before summoning his cloud of darkness to conceal their way back to his own room via balcony climbing.


Adam

“Alright. Sleep well, and we’ll see you in the morning.” Tobias closes the bedroom suite doors behind Vash as he leaves, and then turns around to look at Lyda. He watches her sleep for a couple of moments and then walks over to a small couch on the wall near the bed. He lays down on the couch and curls up, facing Lyda, and waits for sleep.


Jared

Ictaca grabs several plates of food eagerly. “I just realized the I’ve eaten nothing this entire long, drawn out day. Finally something to satisfy my hunger.” He then follows Vash under the cloud of darkness eating along the way.


Kristy

As Anducaid watches Tobias walk out of the room, he feels a compulsion to take out the strange stone eye he carries, to hold it up so that it can see the departing human. As he does the eye cracks slightly open, revealing part of a bloodshot, orange orb with a horrific “w” shaped pupil. It speaks in a mind-wrenching telepathy, a vile language full of unintelligible, awful sounds and alien concepts that cannot be fully translated. What he makes out is this:

“Kill it! Let us bathe in its blood!”

Exposure to its language leaves him reeling, ears bleeding, like it always does. The command is accompanied by an intense vision of the warlock slitting the young human’s throat, blood spraying over his face, soaking into his clothing and drenching every inch of his body. Anducaid can literally taste the blood. So sweet and hot …

He snaps out of the vision as if out of a trance, his mouth watering, his head spinning, every vein throbbing. Vash and Ichtaca have gone to their own chamber, Tobias is now out of sight, the rooms quiet. The urge is strong…

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