505-10-13 Mistian Salon

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Mistian Salon
RL Date August 3, 2008
Players Kyrie, Bathsheba, Catherine, Cyric, Dyonith, Matthew, Mogur Imperius, Phoebe, Rhydian, Roslyn, Serenity, Tobias
Location Ocean View Restaurant, Crossroads, Gateway Isle
Crossroads Time and Weather
IC Date October 13, 505 A.G.
Season Autumn


Ocean View Restaurant - Keeper North - Village
Known as one of the favorite places for sunset dinners, the Ocean View Restaurant obviously caters to a wealthy crowd with its long windows and two story dining to allow optimal ocean views. The gleaming cherry wood floors are lined with runners that allow steps to be kept silent, perfect to lend to quiet conversation of the patrons. The tables are all covered with white tablecloths, the center decorated with simple candles and fresh flower petals. The walls are painted a soft beige color that counters the burgundy upholstered chairs and paintings of wine and grapes that cover the walls. The menu changes daily based on what fruits and vegetables are in season as well as which animals the butcher had available. The east wall has double doors that lead out to a courtyard where some choose to have drink or dessert.

Black as midnight, and cold as arctic ice, Phoebe Forester enters the restaurant in silent grace. Her gaze sweeps around as she moves towards one particular table in the corner that has several seats at it.

Darkness always surrounds the scion of the Mezeliens, her dark hair and sable attire inevitably marking her as a denizen of the realm of Mists. Accompanied by the quiet pair who serve as her guards as she goes about town, Kyrie is already present in the restaurant as she speaks quietly to her companion. Phoebe's entrance is not lost upon her and the young woman makes her obeisance quietly thereafter. "Baroness Crescent Coast," she whispers, ever quiet. "The very person I hoped to catch tonight. Would, perhaps, you have a moment to spare?"

Phoebe glances up as she pauses at the table. Her fingers rap against it for a moment or two and a server brings by a pile of parchment and its placed upon the table near her. "I am listening, Lady Fang.." Phoebe's voice is smooth as she watches the woman intently. Another glance at a server and a rolling mist much like the Breath itself begins to form across the floor of the establishment. Lulling in spots and rising a little higher than eight inches in others, it swirls across the floor of the Ocean View.

A thoughtful look passes towards the mist and then settles back upon the Baroness. Kyrie straightens promptly from her descent and clasps her hands together, inquiring, "May I request a private meeting to be held at the Ocean View this evening for a party? It should take no more than an hour or two, I am hopeful."

Heralds run throughout the castle and village announcing that Mezelien Salon will be starting at Salon in 5 minutes! (See +event 352 for more information.)

"I had heard you were using the salon in the castle.." Phoebe begins as she reviews the paperwork upon the table. "You may have it here, but I will be in attendance, not that I suspect that bothers you since the prior location was more public than this.." Phoebe assures as a goblet of crimson wine is delivered. "If you seek drinks and food, we can arrange it at a discounted cost. Considering proceeds from this establishment after covering cost of business, are a charity based organization, it can only serve a greater purpose.."

"The salon proved somewhat open given the current topics at hand and possible information to be discussed," Kyrie returns smoothly, the delicate tone of her speech steeped in a hushed velvet. "Your presence would be welcome, Baroness, and your insight valued should you choose to share it." She touches her fingertips to her throat, whisking a lock of her dark hair from her brow. "A fair solution to benefit those in need, naturally."

Dyonith makes his way in and glances around, offering a bow to Phoebe and a nod to Kyrie. Eyes looking them both over as he considers and raises his eyebrows with a hmm, "Should I send out messengers for you to inform them of the location change? I can also help with the coverage of the drinks." He offers helpfully glancing between the two.

"So be it." Phoebe's voice is smooth as she takes her seat at her table in the corner, "I will permit only Mistians here tonight." Phoebe agrees to Kyrie with a nod to the woman. A glance at Dyonith then adds, "I believe that is up to the Lady Fang for the moment."

Returning the acknowledgment with another effortless obeisance, Kyrie replies, "Thank you, Baroness." She inclines her head towards Dyonith and nods, "Should you care, Lord Enchanted Coral. The arrangements should not require much extra time, but it offers everyone a chance to be seated comfortably."

Matthew steps into the restaurant calmly, a testament to being unconcerned with the change in venue. With one hand running through his hair, it's a brief gesture as he glances towards the threshold and the light drizzle of rain outside. With a faint frown, the man takes note of those already present before making his way past some of the larger tables.

Serenity slips quietly into the appointed place at the correct time. A smile and nod are given to a few people before she makes her way to a table and settles in.

Escorting in his liege, Tobias and Catherine look around for a moment, before he makes note of the Baroness Crescent Coast. Realizing the propensity of seating his liege with her liege, Tobias tilts his head in that direction, making his way over to where the Baroness is seated to offer a bow. "Your Excellency, if we may join you?" he asks, noticing Matthew as he approaches and he gives a tip of his head towards him.

Bathsheba steps into the restaurant, looking over the assembled group one by one, not yet moving to settle at a table. She gives a bow to the nobles, a nod to Serenity, then watches Phoebe with a trace of amusement on her dark face.

Catherine dips into a curtsy in acknowledgement of Phoebe. "Your excellency," she offers and waits for the other's response as to whether to seat or not.

"Lady Kraken Shoals," Phoebe murmurs to Catherine and gives a nod to the seats at her table, including an affirmative nod to Tobias as well. Phoebe looks at Bathsheba, catching her gaze but provides simple neutrality in her features as she collects the pile of paperwork at her table.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Tobias offers, pulling out a chair for Catherine, before he takes a seat himself.

Already present and ensconced near the middle of the room, Kyrie gives nods to those she is familiar with in order to dispense with the matter of introductions and greetings. She flexes her fingertips and then starts briefly sorting through a collection of paper and starts unrolling a map on the central table occupied by Serenity, smiling faintly to her.

Catherine mirrors Tobias thanks, and slides into a chair. The woman of a quiet mien it seems while looking over the crowd of the evening. "You are kind to let us join you," she offers to the Baroness again. Her voice dropping some time later in a lower comment.

Bathsheba makes her way over to join Serenity. "Hullo, lovely. Did you save me a seat, eh?" She flashes a white smile at the younger mage. "Been busy an' hadn't seen you about of late. Mind if I join you?" Although she doesn't look Phoebe's way, she raises her voice just a touch.

There's a brief, query of a glance towards the Lady Fang, observing the papers that are being set out onto the middle table with an absentness to his gaze. In the aftermath of noting Tobias' nod with one of his own, however, the man's steps seek out a smaller, simpler place. Or so it seemed. "Baroness Forester," he states with one arm lifting to execute a slight bow to Phoebe and those at the table. "Good evening. May I?"

Serenity offers a smile as Kyrie puts down the map, reaching out to help her unroll it and hold down a corner until a weight is put down upon it. Her gaze lifts to Sheba, and grins a bit more. "Not at all. Please do have a seat, Bathsheba. It has been a while since we were able to chat."

Later than most, the Mogur slips into the Ocean View looking not at all troubled that she might have missed something, or even for the fact that she's late at all. She shakes a bit of rain off her cloak as she moves towards the group already gathered. But she does not move to join them, rather she circles them, studying those that have come. Her gaze brushes over the Baroness and lingers a moment before she moves on.

Rosy steps in and offers nods to those found here and a curtsey for any higher ups as she moves to find herself a seat. Curiosity seen when she takes notice of a map soon displayed.

A name to a face, Phoebe's caught the conversation with Bathsheba and Serenity. Her gaze drifts to Matthew, "Of course, Master Wyndham.." Phoebe inclines her head at the entrance of the Mogur but does not say anything to her.

At your table, Bathsheba politely inclines her head to Kyrie, then turns her grin on Serenity. "So we've some catching up to do, lovely. Pardon for being so absent of late. Seems a bit of to do over things off an' on. You're well?"

The papers are settled out and the two escorts for the Lady of the Fang begin performing the task of distributing them to the participants, the fine parchment containing the same information printed in the same fashion. Occupied herself, Kyrie tidily starts inserting pins into the map until she is satisfied, the task taking her no more than half a minute at the very most. Once complete she steps back and says in her hushed voice, "I believe all who intend to be in attendance are here, so allow us to commence. I would ask, first, that you look at the circular which is being handed out now. For many of you this is nothing new, but I would wish you to familiarize yourself with it, in any event. We begin upon this point."

At your table, Serenity nods quickly. "We do have some catching up to do, yes. I've been busy with Bailey gone to Mists for a time, so the fault is equally shared." She draws a breath. "I'm well, yes. Torn as always, but well. What about you?"

The Mogur takes the paper as one is handed to her, reads a few lines and lets her eyes roll, recognizing the 'warning' immediately. She doesn't even bother finishing it, she merely lets it drop onto the nearest table.

Roslyn takes a circular and begins to read it. Brows coming forward but no voice comes from her. Still remaining in her seat.

Bathsheba glances at the circular, lifting a slim shoulder in a bored shrug as she sets it back down. Her eyes move to Phoebe again for a moment, then return to Serenity at her own table.

At your table, Bathsheba looks at the circular, glances toward the table in the corner, then looks back at Serenity. "Back on Mists? I should go back soon. I miss Polaris Point, truth be told. What are you torn about, lovely?"

Rhydian walks into the place slowly. He is handed a paper and tilts his head slowly. His bright blue eyes read the brochure slowly, his face becoming more and more confused. His skinny arm slowly falling to his side. His eyes glance around the crowded room as he just leans against the wall and listens.

"I doubt that this should be news to many," the Mezelien scion begins in her soft voice, gesturing towards the page with her hand. "You may be aware Mists has suffered more than its fair share of ill news of late. Whispers of disappearances, suspicious deaths, and untimely attacks carried over the strait are not entirely unfounded. They may not be unfortunate coincidences but a concerted attack upon certain individuals that mark the start of a larger movement to create trouble." Kyrie taps her fingertips upon the map, in fairly plain view, a row of pins weaving through the western half of the isle of Mists depicted there, curling around to the bottom. "Three nobles named in this flyer suffered direct attacks. There were two murders committed in Kraken Shoals and Enchanted Coral distinctive in the way the victims were mutilated. Approximately two weeks later, a master mage was found dead in the lordship of Arden Vale suffering the same attack: violently decapitated with an addition, that his tongue was ripped out. It is said the mage, one Johann Strauss, fled the length of Moonshadow from Medusa's Graveyard."

That catches Rosy's attention. The mention of Medusa's Graveyard since that is her neighbor. Still no words. Processing the information as it is given. Her attention fully on the speaker.

Serenity reads the flyer as is it passed out to her. It is placed down upon the table then, as she is the only member of the Guybrush family here. Has to take it back and share with the others! She leans to look at the map as it is indicated to.

At your table, Serenity snorts quietly. "Same think I always am, Sheba. Men. Brothers. It might just be easier to forever be single."

Midnight eyes sweep towards Catherine and Dyonith in turn, Kyrie offering a shallow inclination of her head limited much by the tiered necklace wrapped around her throat. "I leave Lady Kraken Shoals and Lord Enchanted Coral to explain what they encountered if they choose. But these three murders share in common their strange method and likely the same culprit. Johann Strauss was discovered by mages in Arden Vale wearing a note, reading 'I'll be back for those who heard this tongue wag a little too much.'" She points to the pin pressed into the broad province of Medusa's Graveyard, struck with a garnet chip. "A trader from Sorcery's Crest carried word a fortnight ago, ten members of the Order of Revivification here were found dead by decapitation with their tongues ripped from their skulls. No sign of their three children was had, and equally significant, all the alchemical components kept by the Order were missing. Master Strauss was an alchemist of no little talent in his trade, and it seems likely he was running for Arden Vale claiming a demon pursued him after staying with the Order here."

Dixon has arrived.

Mogur Imperius takes a couple of steps towards the table to gaze over the map, but her expression doesn't much change from that look of indifference she's worn since she entered. There's a brief nod from her but as to what point she's nodding is difficult to tell. She takes those couple of steps back and returns to listening.

..Tap.. Tap... Tap... Tap... A very old woman enters the establishment, leaning heavily on a wooden walking stick to support her slow steps. Haggard looking, long unruly grey hair hangs down from her weather worn face and her form is very hunched over.

At your table, Kyrie's carriage improves by faint degrees, if such was even possible, at the appearance of the old woman. It might be surmised this isn't the first meeting, and she flicks her fingers gently.

One of the pair of the Mezelien guards, having taken up a position of observation near the entrance after handing out the papers, turns his attention upon the elderly woman. The especially keen might notice that Kyrie makes a subtle gesture coinciding with his movement. He quietly approaches her and offers his arm for support, should she wish it, after giving her a hushed greeting. "Good evening, Mistress."

The old woman studies the guard for several long moments before hobbling over to a corner near the door and just watching.

"The fate of the Order and Master Strauss is something to bear in mind," Kyrie continues quietly, her bistre eyes traveling away from the map towards the entrance, catching the occupants of the restaurant in a veiled sweep. She falls silent for a moment, fingers interlacing together, clearly considering something before continuing. The moment lingers, and then it is gone, finding her focused upon Phoebe. "Your excellency," she asks, "if we may discuss the duel at Sorcery's Crest next?"

Phoebe looks up from her spot before arching a brow, "What would you like to discuss of it, Lady Fang?" Phoebe inquires, tilting her head to one side as her gaze regards the lady for several moments.

Matthew glances towards the elderly woman who hobbles into the restaurant, leaning forward against the table in front of him on both arms in the process of his observation. Short lived as it may be, the mage's attention is still on the discussion in progress. More so as he looks between Kyrie and Phoebe, blue eyes briefly touching on each of them - in that order.

The arrival of the old woman draws the Mogur's attention and for a few moments she simply watches the woman's arrival. There is eventually some kind of recognition from the Mogur, an inclination of the head towards the older woman and her expression doesn't look quite so pinched or bored.

Serenity glances over at the elderly woman as she enters. Her attention returns to Kyrie then, waiting to hear all that there is to be said.

"Word has passed widely about the sad outcome after the duel, but I was not in attendance at the time." Kyrie sets her fingertip against the pair of pins pressed into the mount representing Sorcery's Crest on the map, partially occluded by the midnight profile of her gown. "What is widely known was that four acolytes killed another four, then committed suicide thereafter. Are you aware whether they were known to say anything at the time, Baroness?"

Bathsheba just leans her chair back, more watching the other mages than the old woman, who gets just a flicker of a glance and, after a moment, a polite enough nod.

Roslyn shifts in her seat. Eyes flitting here and there. Resting on the old woman for a minute or two and than moving away to the speaker and than the baroness.

Catherine nods towards the old woman, but says nothing. Her fingers beating a strange tattoo on the table while listening.

Phoebe takes a slow breath before letting it out, "The individuals who committed suicide proclaimed that they did not acknowledge the victory of the duel and then acted their sentence." Phoebe says dryly. Her voice is cool and collected as she recounts the memory of the events.

Kyrie bows her head briefly upon gaining the information, asking quietly, "Did they utter any specific warning or threat to your person, if I may inquire?" She keeps the question short, though the point for her inquiries all but rests upon her tongue in the silence to follow.

"No," the answer is simple from Phoebe's perspective.

At your table, Bathsheba whispers quietly to Serenity, "Sorry, lovely, but this is all old hat an' exceptional boring. I'm off to find somewhat a bit more lively, eh?" Then she slips out of the room.

"Indeed." Kyrie steps away from the map and the table, her skirt sighing softly where she moves. "There was word carried down from Sorcery's Crest that the acolytes who committed the murders were under unnatural influence, likely alchemical. Whether or not this is true remains to be seen, and should you be informed, Baroness, it might add clarity." A nod to Phoebe and then she continues, quietly. "As it stands, upon the Double Eclipse an attack occurred in the Isle of Ale tavern sharing several disturbing qualities. Not the least was that four women entered and after some time, claimed that they were serving Providence's will. After expressing their displeasure, I understand they set their daggers to their throats in a demonstration and only through quick intervention were they halted. Their apparent leader was struck down by Duke Green Fields, and she was discovered to be most certainly under alchemical influences which are very likely the same as at the duel. And the very likely the same as the mages who assisted in the attack upon her excellency, Baroness Crescent Coast, and her late baron consort. Which brings us full circle back to the murders in the barony with Kraken Shoals and Enchanted Coral, and to Master Strauss."

Kyrie slips her hands behind her back again, and inclines her head, dark highlights caught in her hair. "Are there any questions, comments or additions at this time?"

The old lady stays for a few more moments before hobbling out the door.

The Mogur looks to Kyrie but no words come from her. No questions, no comments, not even a shake of the head. Her gaze is considering, however, as she studies the young woman.

Long distance to Cyric: Kyrie hugs. It's okay. I have something quite major that only you Matthew slightly shakes his head, the parchment still lying within finger's reach and yet the man seems content to not make any notes on it for the time being.

No questions come from Rosy either. A negative shake of her head seen. She's more likely to process than question later as it is.

Cyric's silence is that of contemplative regard rather than dismissal of the subject at hand, having kept his thoughts to himself most of the evening for later digestion.

Serenity clears her throat. "I do have a question, actually." She looks around the room for a moment. "What is it that you expect us to do? How can we help?" Her gaze takes in the round table in the corner. "Even you have more information, than does the Baroness of the lands, as she has said she has nothing to add." Her sea-green gaze returns to Kyrie. "If even the Baroness of the lands has less information than you do, how shall we help? Unless one of us has seen something, all we can really do is be aware and attentive, yes?"

"Lady Serenity, I would make a point that you walk a very fine line. You make assumptions that are dangerous in a business such as this, do not do it again." Phoebe's voice is cool as she speaks from her position but does not raise her gaze.

"There is also some measure of wisdom in seeking the answers outside of forums such as these. With those who hold the information." Suggested without lifting his voice higher than a conversational tone, Matthew glances towards Serenity with a slight tilt of his head in acknowledgement. "We at least know that there is a connection between the events."

"One need not be directly in the heart of the matters to perceive patterns and make a change, Lady of Shadrach's Folly. For the entirety of these events, I myself was privy only to one directly," Kyrie explains after a moment, the bundled locks of her fire-bathed hair tumbling over her shoulders and flowing down between her shoulder blades in a midnight veil. "That set off the connections made backwards and forwards, which does not necessitate omniscience. Some might say that an outside perspective is every bit as valuable, for a different view can reveal heretofore unknown details."

At your table, Serenity speaks softly, almost to herself. "I don't even know why I am here."

At your table, Kyrie murmurs, "Because you have a duty you have not forgotten and that honours your people."

Serenity turns her gaze to Phoebe. "My apologies, Your Excellency. Perhaps one should not make such assumptions." Her gaze turns to Matthew. "I thought that was what this meeting was. To share the information and attempt to aid one another. Not to get a little bit, then have to try to figure out who has information that wasn't shared, and try to chase those people down. I don't mean offense, I'm simply pointing out the goal of the gathering as I understood it."

At your table, Serenity says, "If they don't want help. If they have lied and schemed and gotten themselves into trouble, and now withheld information, then let them fix it themselves."

The temptation to speak is there, it hovers on his tongue singing seductively to speak out, though Cyric manages to refrain from joining the nobles' quarrel. Instead, his blue eyes drift between those that have offered their thoughts, his hands clasped firmly before him.

At your table, Kyrie speaks quietly, though with a gravity belying her age, "That is not optional, Lady, when innocent people are dying. I hope you understand I do not mean to rebuke you or disagree with your views. Simply I hold that we cannot give Mistians a chance to be held hostage by a few parties refusing to cooperate. That lends credence to the very thing we must overturn and disprove; the hints that we care nothing for them. The perpetrators pick certain targets for reasons."

Matthew slowly dips his head into a nod, unfolding his arms in the process until both hands rest against the table in preparation to rise. "It is. Or at the very least, it is certain whom to ask for further details as the hour is growing late, Your Ladyship." Stated with a glance to Kyrie, it seems like the Lady Heir is at least a receptor of that same neutral formality as he rises. "In the situation that not everything is addressed at once, it may require some effort in finding those individuals. Though, excuse me." Speaking of late, it seems that the mage pauses long enough for some reason before fully leaving the table.

Phoebe looks at Serenity for a few moments. "If you think any open-aired conversation ever discloses all details of all information, Lady, then I am sorry for your naivety. I do hope that someone properly assists you in that soon." Phoebe pauses for a moment, sparing a glance at the rising Matthew before back to Serenity. "While intent is pleasant and good, it is not going to solve everything."

"My doors, Lords and Ladies, baroness, masters and mistresses, and honoured Mogur Imperius," Kyrie states as she offers an inclination of her head to the highest ranked member of the Academy, "are open to you. There are more questions than answers to which a concerted effort might provide solutions. Divided efforts will not, just as a collection of individual walls cannot make a fortress." Her impassive expression changes little in the course of the ongoing conversation, neutrality forged of marble rather than flesh. "Those who have missing pieces perhaps would do well to go through the avenues available and draw what they can, not for their own benefit, but to bring a peaceable solution and an end to the threat undermining our island."

The expression the Mogur wears is one that easily betrays the fact that she's less than impressed with any of this. She looks again, briefly, to the Baroness and it is in those few seconds that her eyes do not look quite so heavy with their disapproval. "Might I ask a question?" the Mogur asks, looking back to Kyrie as she finally decides to make her voice heard.

Kyrie straightens slightly, though her carriage has not the least slouch to it. An inclination of her head is offered respectfully to the Mogur, and she offers in her rather whispery voice, "Please, as you would."

Matthew remains - for a few more moments at the very least. With one hand resting against the back of his vacated chair, his attention turns towards the Mogur Imperius as she speaks.

Mogur Imperius takes but a single step forward and she regards the group with a lidded gaze. "You mentioned at least one death with a warning on it body suggesting that he death was from speaking too much," she begins in a tone that bears false charm. It might be noted that she's not smiling. "Whatever makes you think that some others might risk their necks to answer your questions? Especially when it appears that you have no plans whatsoever. Are you even certain that everyone here is on your side?" Her brow arches with that last question.

The faintest ghost of a smile haunts Kyrie's visage, lending no warmth where ebon ivory reigns. False charm meets quiet mirth every bit as ephemeral as yesterday's snow, already evaporated and gone. "What I have offered, Mogur, is nothing more than what is already public knowledge in various forums easily accessible to the present company." She does not stir but to breathe. "As it is, all the attendees are known to me in one capacity or another. If they are not upon my side and act upon it, then is that not valuable information to have? Someone who tries to kill the person that speaks too much will still be drawn out by that act, leaving another trail to be followed back." She glances off into the distance, her expression resolving itself to impassivity once again. "I have several plans, some perhaps more successful than others, though not all things need to be laid bare at once. I wouldn't wish to overwhelm everyone with information."

Cyric rises to address the stately mage, blue eyes settling firmly, if respectfully, on the woman as he speaks. "Mogur, it is a daft man that fears not enemies arrayed against him and if a mage cannot turn to the nobles and people of high position to find some direction, if not answers, then to what purpose would we turn at all? This has affected most deeply my home of Gryphon's Reach and if I must caucus in such groups as this and risk exposure to the threat I wish to hunt, so be it. I will have acted, at the least, to strengthen Mists, whether or not I am successful in my venture."

"So you say," the Mogur says with an inclination of her head. The tone is faintly mocking. "How kind of you, to refrain from providing information from those you claim to trust. Do you not believe those seated here are capable of understanding? How ... disappointing." Again she looks over the group and then back to Kyrie. "I do wish you luck and hope that your next actions in this regard might actually lead to more than repeating information that you yourself say is public knowledge. People are dying," she adds needlessly. The Mogur looks to Cyric to ask, "Have you gained any answers here this evening?" She takes a few steps towards the door and then pauses, again looking towards Phoebe. "Baroness, Sir Caspian might seek your out for your advice. He does so on my counsel, I hope you will entertain his questions."

"People are dying, indeed," Kyrie replies quietly, "at the hands of a beast whose master we do not know, but whose signature is wrought all over this. Find the beast, find the master."

"We've fought demons before, at least the Orders have. Why is this one more elusive than the others," Catherine pipes up after the extended silence. "I'm not wishing to be argumentative, merely to pose a thought. I believe that the clues rest in the messages." She glances about the room, not comfortable speaking out so openly. "Or that we should look to see what we know of this demon, but I'm beginning to fully question that as well."

"Mogur, you depart? And with reference to some knight?" Cyric seethes quietly, but does not voice the more biting portions of his thoughts. "I do not say there are answers here, but I do pose a question to you, Mogur. Is this activity of so little concern that the magely resources cannot be allocated to tracking down this threat? We have masters of every stripe and specialty on Mists, how then does this single person or group so elude such abilities?"

The Mezelien gives Cyric a look best described as thoughtful, although little else weighs upon Kyrie's features. The corner of her mouth lifts again before she deigns to speak. "Lady Kraken Shoals, that is because it is not a demon. Not in the sense of a creature fully from the Abyss and freed of the gauntlet but rather someone transformed from a human state into an amalgamation of a demon, or so it appears to be. The methods how this might be achieved are unclear, though certainly possibilities present themselves. The Duke Regent himself was uncertain what this creature might be, and perhaps wondered that the resources of the Academy could not be reviewed for any instances of it. I can provide you with an appropriate description, though my lord brother more adequately could fashion an illusionary likeness if others present were unable to do so."

Mogur Imperius pauses and looks back at Cyric, pursing her lips in distaste. "You'd best remember yourself before you question my motives or actions again," she tells him coldly. "You have absolutely no idea of the work I speak of nor is it currently any of your business. I shall not be so kind next time," she tells him before she heads to the door to make her departure.

Phoebe inclines her head reverently towards the departing Mogur.

Matthew, from where he stands while hovering behind his chair, offers a formal bow to the Mogur. It seems, he's stayed for the duration after all.

Roslyn has been listening to the conversations that flow. In seeing the Mogur take her departure she rises to extend a curtsey before she settles in her seat once again.

A fist clenches at his side, knuckles white under the strain as Cyric watches after the departing Mogur, blue eyes cloaked against the feelings visible in his rigid stance. "And thus, Mogur, do we sit here with little information or direction. As you command, I will voice no further questions." He bows stiffly before looking out the window, a whispered word on his lips before he disappears in a swirl of black shadows.

Catherine rises and offers a bow to the retreating Mogur. A stifle yawn to her lips, but she doesn't offer any more.

Kyrie makes her obeisance easily, her skirts pooling around her feet. She straightens again, lifting the trailing hem of her skirt. "Good evening," she replies to the others. "I wish you well, but this should leave us all with something to consider." Slipping back, she follows outwards into the night, her guards following after her.



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[edit] Information Discussed

Please use your discretion regarding this information. It's OOC if you haven't been privy to it or discussed it with people who were there, please. :)

[edit] Flyer

RL date: July 04, 2008, IC date: Fri Aug 14, 505

Across the Isle of Mists, and across the city of Gateway, the following parchments can be found pounded into posts, folded and pushed under doors of various homes, and nailed into trees at select intersections of popular paths taken:

Citizens of Mists, Citizens of Gateway:

It is time to see, my friends. It is time to awaken to the truths that sit before you. Unveil your eyes, and remove the shroud that the nobles have so expertly cast upon your faces. You are but fish, to them. And they, worms, that cling to your body for sustenance, and affirmation of their purpose, their arrogance, and comforts.

By your hand, are they fed. By your blindness, do they remain. Shed your yokes, my brothers, my sisters. The time is at hand. Soon, they will see the nature of the Beast that they have provoked. Our freedom comes.

If you doubt these words, I point you to the murders, unspoken, that have claimed so many lo this fortnight. Nary a word has been whispered unto you, for your safety, or protection. They are helpless. Clueless. And rather, they would chance your blood spilled, then their helplessness revealed.

Should you doubt the veracity, still, of this news, ask them yourselves. Speak to Lord Dyonith. To Lady Catherine. To Baroness Crescent Coast, Phoebe Forester. To the Empress, Philomena Caprios. Ask them, and search their eyes for the truth of it.

And then, let them know that their treacheries, their falsehoods, and their deceits are at an end, by your will.

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[edit] Rumours

[edit] Arden Vale

RL Date: 14 July 2008, IC Date: Thu Sep 03, 505

Hushed talk can be heard upon an inn within Arden Vale, deep in the shadows.

"It's Vox, all over again, I'll bet. I'll bet he had a double, stashed away, somewhere. And that's who they really killed," says a young Journeyman.

"Nonsense," speaks a more pratical voice, quiet, and cautious. "Careful of what you speak, boy. Vox is dead, the body confirmed, and no magic upon it. Now, what did you see?" Asks his mentor.

"I heard," says the Journeyman, softly, "Overheard him, in the tavern. He said he'd seen it, with his own eyes. Some sort of demon. Unwinged. Gigantic. Walking through Medusa's Graveyard. It saw him, and had red, glowing eyes. Said he kicked his horse, and ran all the way here. Could feel it's breath on his neck, all the way." The boy sounds terrified.

"Nonsense," claims the practical voice again. "It -might- be possible he saw a lesser demon, a few were claimed to have escaped the battle, true. But, there's never been a - giant - demon," he scoffs.

"Yeah? Well, tell that to him. If you can. That's why I wanted to talk to you. They just found him, in an alley, I heard. His head had been ripped off, at the shoulders. Tucked into his arm, and his tongue pulled out, and put in his other hand. Claim there was a note, too, saying: 'I'll be back for those who heard this tongue wag a little too much'. You -gotta- help me! I'll give you anything."

"Anything?"

"-Anything."

"Come inside," says the elder mage. "We'll talk."

And so the rumor goes, of the decapitated corpse found, in Arden Vale of one Master Mage Johann Strauss, Journeyman Wind Elementalist and alchemist. Rumors abound that there were two or three who overheard why he'd been killed, and such talk is slowly spreading in the dark recesses and shadows of Mists.

[edit] Medusa's Graveyard

RL Date 26 July 2008, IC date: Sun Sep 27, 505 Gruesome news heralds from Mists, upon the winds. One must wonder are there ever any pleasent rumors, from the Isle of Mages?

Trader Tamar, known well within the Lordship of Medusa's Graveyard, and the outskirts of the other surrounding Lordships for knowing the intricate paths of the Graveyard and who to trade to (and who to leave alone) reportedly burst into the Inn at Sorcery's Crest after a hard, hard ride. His story was quickly confirmed.

A small village of an order of mages, the Order of Revivification, seeking to undo the stone's curse in Medusa's Graveyard were all found slain and slaughtered, their huts burned to the ground. Ten adult heads, severed from their bodies, were hanging from a crude rope that hung between two posts, jettisoned deep into the ground. Each had their tongue torn out, and left below the corresponding head.

Of the three known children, all infants and not older than 2 years old, no word could be found by any of the investigating magi who were quick to the scene, given recent events. But, no mistake could be made; charred skin was found that was not that of human-kind, and correlated too closely to demonic texture to be called anything else.

Nearly all the alchemical ingredients, from both common and rare that the Order held in storage and stock were missing as well.

[edit] Gryphon's Reach

RL Time: 27 July 2008, IC Date: Tue Sep 29, 505

Rumors whispered on the winds of the possibility of constructs, or the like, having come forth from Gryphon's Reach, where such experimentation is said to be praised, and researched with a certain fervor. These rumors dance across the winds that carry the Breath with them, and are sent to the other Isles as well, as trade and merchants come and go, and spread news.

The latest news, however, perhaps only solidifies that. Confounding servant and chamberlain, and family alike, the Lady Liriana Montanari, of Gryphon's Reach, has disappeared without word to her father, the Lord of Gryphon's Reach.

And so, slowly, rumors begin to spread anew, about what is that is plaguing Mists, and who is and isn't responsible for it. But, one thing is certain, all eyes are slowly turning to Gryphon's Reach for explanation, and solution.

[edit] Gryphon's Reach Part 2

RL Time: Mon Aug 25, IC Date: Thu Nov 26, 505 Word spreads fast through Mists, and then as quick as the wind, or upon the wings of doves, to Gateway.

Lord Antioch Montanari of Gryphon's Reach and Lady Cassandra Miralore * were both found dead, laying upon one of the spires in Gryphon's Reach, hand-in-hand. The opposite hand had a dagger, each, and it seems that they each killed the other, in some strange romantic tryst, and desire for death.

The bodies were quickly taken to Polaris Port, where they could be studied for foul play.

With the disappearance of Lady Liriana, Lord Gryphon's Reach's only heir long gone, two Lordships of Mists are left bereft of leadership. Currently, it seems, each Lordship's Chamberlains have taken to running the two Lordships, until heirs, or proper nobles can be found to take over.

Whispers that the strange deaths, suicides, and the sacrifices and murders that have plagued Mists of late and gone silent have now began to resurface tremble in the shadows of unhappy, and fearful citizens, young and old.

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