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Unread 12th of May, 2005, 23:47
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"So you don't think he'll be amenable to a quick purchase?" Careth shakes his head. "A shame. Well, if we've got a chance to steal it back before it changes hands again, we should probably take it."

He turns to Veit. "What do you think?"
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"Our course should depend on the intended buyer. We might find the target in the hands of a far less dangerous opponent," Veit replies.

He takes the cognac and tops off their glasses. Raising his own toward Leanna and Careth, he adds, "To our little company. May we each attain our desire."

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Careth raises his glass. "Hear, hear."

He turns back to Leanna. "Herr Reinstadler has a good point. Do you have any idea who's supposed to end up with the package?"
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Leanna doesn't bother toasting, instead only narrowing her eyes slightly. Her manner stays serious, considering celebration a bit premature.

"No, I don't. It is entirely possible that Daask will choose to keep it rather than sell it on the open market. In which case, we'd need an army or a railcar full of luck to get it back."

She rises gracefully, paces several steps away from the men before turning back to face them.

"I would rather not gamble with that possibility. It will be dangerous to try and retrieve it now, but that is better than waiting until it's in the Cogs. We should try and intercept it before it ever reaches Sharn. If we fail, that still leaves us another shot once it makes it into the city, before Daask gets a hold of it."
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Reinstadler pauses briefly uncertain how to proceed, looks sidelong at Careth, sighs and drains his cognac.

Straightening his jacket, he avoids looking at Leanna, "Which way lead you, Mr. d'Medani?"

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Careth sets down his glass, the last remaining swallow of cognac forgotten. He drums the fingers of his left hand on the table, staring hard at Leanna. Finally, he gives the table a light slap.

"Well, at least we know where it is now. If this Daask is as bad as all that, best we try to get it first."
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The ceremonies have blown apart. In the marbled anteroom for House Kundarak's public vaults an hour before departing Sharn with Careth and Leanna, Reinstadler stands waiting with a crested helmet and a long red folded cloak under his arm. It's all an abbreviated rush to bloodshed now.

The decidedly over-excited bureaucrat returns with Veit's papers, "Right this way, sir! ... Oh, pardon me, sir, of course you know the way, sir!"

He's going to scamper the whole way, isn't he? A faint dwarven chuckle rumbles through his mind. Veit's hand reflexively clasps the golden hammer hanging from the chain around his neck. It is not every day that one gets to view the Silberneflammeruestung, he should be honored.

The chattering vault assitant leads Veit through elaborate archways and grandiose hallways making sudden turns and apologizing continuously. Werner? Vern? Bernie? Did he even tell me his name?

They stop finally in front of an iron door and the assistant stands there almost reverantly obviously hoping he might stay. Professionalism is gone as well. Barbarians gone mad. Fine. That's the way the world is. "Would you like to help me put it on?"

Finn stands wide-eyed. He's heard the rumors of Herr Reinstadler's armor, but he hadn't expected the privilege. Veit thrusts the cloak and helmet into his arms. After a moment he throws his scabbard belt on top.

While Finn wrangles with the overflow of cloth and metal, Veit dials the appropriate characters on the puzzle lock. He pulls the door open quickly while rearranging the characters with his other hand.

The sight of it takes him aback.

The shallow alcove is lit from above by a small glow sphere, its pale white light reflecting brightly off the ornate breastplate below. Even in the faint light of the glowstone the polished silver the breast plate gleams with an inner light. Delicate etchings lace the sides, radiating out from the embossed coat of arms in the center. Three ornate Cyrian words surround the image of the royal seal given over six centuries ago to the Reinstadler family: Ehre, Pflicht, Glaube.

Honor, Duty, Faith

Veit touches a faint scratch in the lustrous silver metal. A scratch made six hundred and four years ago when Aeoliss Reinstadler fought a fiend from Khyber while defending the crown prince of Galifar. For over six hundred years the Reinstadler family had served the king; fourteen generations of honor, duty and faith. Veit looks at his hand as he slowly pulls it away, almost expecting to see it stained with the blood.

What does the inscription mean? the dwarven voice asks reverently.

Veit stands mute, the sheer presence of history robbing him of his senses.

Nothing anymore.

Finn’s inexperienced hands eventually figure out how to fit the breastplate. He gently straps on the scabbard belt and fastens the cloak. Finally he hands the mute Veit his helmet who reflexively completes his transformation from gentleman to soldier.

Without a word, Reinstadler strides through the Kundarak vaults his bootsteps echoing down their marbled lengths. Finn watches from a window as the usually non-plussed Sharnians pause to watch the Cyrian mount and ride down the rain-slicked thoroughfare – a ghost of wars past.

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Unread 14th of June, 2005, 19:38
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Leaving the Red Nest

"So how was your meeting, mon cherie?" Madam La Rouge's voice gives Leanna a start; the subtle smell of her imported, rum-soaked cigarette follows a moment later. The half elf takes a moment to regain her composure, ostensibly pausing to close the camouflaged door.

Leanna carefully smoothes the material of her dress, then lifting a hand she redoes one of the weighted pins in her auburn hair. The madam most likely already knew exactly what had occurred within.

"Reasonably well, though they are less malleable than I would have liked. Master d'Medani is far too perceptive to be handled carelessly."

The red Madam laughs lightly, “Yes well, what is one to expect? He does bear the Dragon’s Eye. Such a thing is to not be treated lightly.”

“Dragon’s Eye?”

“Oui. The rarest of all Medani marks,” faint gray smoke trails after her as the two make their way down the stairs toward the door. “They say that its power penetrates all barriers, even that of...time…” her voice trails off slightly as she stares absently toward the front door.

“It does make one wonder exactly what he seeks, no?” She waves her hand dismissing the idea, “Such things are for the young, I think. Fair well my little gosling, if ever you loose your way there will always be a nest for you, n’est pas?” LaRougue smiles coyly as she gives a brief kiss to each of Leanna’s cheeks.

“I look forward…” her sentence is cut short as a lithe shifter silently appears and whispers something into her ear, and just as silently disappears.

“Merde…” a look of pained annoyance crosses her face. “I am afraid I must go, gosling, au revoir, and…good luck.”


“Until we meet again, Madame.”


Leanna exits the Vermillion out one of the many discreet back doors, careful to once more assume the posture and manner of the profession she was portraying. Carelessly turning down one alley, she pauses in the darkness to quickly adjust her clothing. She reversed the dress itself, unfolding the double thick material and revealing a deep blue lining. Shrugging into the now blue fabric, she double wraps the prodigious amount of material around her shoulders, leaving her arms bare. The black silken choker around her neck is unwound and used as a belt. The pins from her hair become a brace of daggers, carefully fitted through near invisible slits in her leather belt, now become a bandoleer. Pulling her hair back, she removes her silver bracelet and uses it to tie her hair up in a ponytail. Finally, she loops a length of the silk over her head and across her lower face.


In under a minute, she emerges, confident in her anonymity and pondering the results of tonight’s work. There was something bothering her, though she could not put her finger on it. So many different factions involved, there were bound to be unforeseen problems.

Leanna’s musings are cut short as she notices a heavyset man coming down a stair behind her and for a moment their eyes connect. Instantly the man looks away, suddenly becoming interested in the worn stone railing.


A tail? A brief flutter of panic falls into her stomach. How long has he been following me? she chastises her self as she quickens her pace. Rounding a corner she catches him out of the corner of her eye, his eyes quite fixed.


On her.


Damn! Once behind the corner she quickly pulls out a homespun scarf and wraps it around her head. She breaks into a run and veers for a smaller alley to the right, her hands nimbly reversing her cloak and wrapping it around her waist, a few seconds later she stops short at a vendor selling Xendrik fruit.

Calm.


Her breathing slows, as she focuses on her part. Her posture changes, as she allows gravity pull on her body and movements. The fluid movements of the young half-elf fade into the short, laborious movements of an old peasant woman. Seconds later the heavy set human rounds the corner, his face red from exertion. Leanna pulls her disguise tighter to her as she watches him out of the corner of her eye. He runs a few steps more, stops, spins around, eyes frantically searching. He lurches a few steps toward the alley, then, swearing, begins running down the street.


Smiling to herself Leanna tosses the vendor a farthing, and selects a ripe mango from his cart. Now I wonder who the fat guy works for? Daask? The Guilds? Did the Medani pay to have me followed? Interesting, she thinks as she strips a piece of fruit of its sweet exotic meat and pops it into her mouth, then stops suddenly in mid chew, Unless…


The thought goes unfinished as an inch thick rod of lacquered oak swings out from around the next corner, cracking her neatly across the bridge of the nose, and plunging her into darkness.

G & J

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