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Evelyn followed Lucius’ gaze as he sat opposite of her, and he caught a glitter in her eyes. "You're one of the few who could never bore me, my lord. But I would be grateful if you could sate my curiosity. Do we have anyone on the inside in Marceilles? Any friendly faces that could be bribed to keep doors open? Any secret entrances not recorded? Any events for the castle coming up?" Evelyn asked with interest.
Lucius stroked his chin in thought, as he began to recall all the important details for the task at hand.
“There is only one man we can count on, and he is the one closest to the baron himself. The advisor, Ruvelle, is obedient and loyal to us.” Lucius noted. “There is no other we can persuade or bribe, not at all at least in such a short time span before we commit the act.” Lucius added, before taking a sip from his cup. He swivelled his vessel and watched as the fine wine swished within the basin of ghostly crystal. “Ruvelle is our advantage and edge over a man who puts so much trust in his closest friends, but we have to be swift and decisive in the act, as he is also our best source of information.” Lucius remarked.
He then stood to his feet and paced around the chair, thinking further.
“Secret entrances into Marceilles… It will be easy to enter the city, but as for the castle, I don’t know of any hidden passages that will make our task any easier.” Lucius began, slowly moving around his chair before pausing behind it and resting his cup-holding hand over the back. “I have never really visited Marceilles, myself. Baron Agravaine has always hosted a disposition of suspicion and caution with me.” Lucius remarked aside.
Lucius then looked into his cup once more.
“As for any events, there are none we can afford to wait for.” Lucius replied simply, before glancing to Evelyn. She pursed her lips, looking in thought. Her fingers absentmindedly stroked the satin edge of her second hood.
"There's only a few ways I see of getting in. Either we sneak over the wall and quietly take out anyone in our way, or dress up as servants and blend in, or maybe someone stays the night due to poor weather and opens the door for my thieves when everyone's asleep." She surmised.
Lucius chuckled as he took his seat once again.
“A direct approach will only end in disaster, for they are thieves and not, for the most part, trained as warriors.” Lucius shot down her first idea. “As for a disguised approach, the baron’s eyes are as keen as our own for unfamiliar faces and thus he also has a suspicion for strangers in his presence.” He went on, cutting down her second idea. “The third is a little more viable, but the only one who can open the doors for us is Ruvelle. He also has access to the baron’s treasury as being advisor permits, which will help us later on.” Lucius discussed. He then looked to Evelyn for her thoughts as he took another sip, savouring the little more than half the cup he had left of the fine wine.
Evelyn sipped at the last drops in her cup, and she delicately poured for herself another.
"Fancy some more, my lord? It truly is divine." She said, holding the bottle out. Lucius had not even finished his cup, but smiled as he could not refuse such a generous offer.
“But of course! 433 is an unforgettable year, after all.” Lucius remarked, as he held out his cup and allowed Evelyn to top up his vessel. It was a comfortable interlude and moment of pause from all the plotting that needed to be done in order to lay down the groundwork to a heist of royal proportions.
Setting the bottle back on the table, Evelyn leaned back in her seat.
"This is by far going to be one of the most riskiest heists we've ever encountered as a team. If Agravaine knew, he'd be on his horse right now with an angry mob of peasants behind him. They do love their Baron, you know. Something about minimal fairness does that to simple folk, when really they're no better off than ours." Evelyn said with a slight bite behind her words.
Lucius smirked as he held his cup to the side and leaned on the arm of the chair.
“That is his edge and, I daresay I will revel when I see the day come, his downfall, to keep to a code of honour and valour reminiscent of the dogs of Wesirinfell. It is something our liege clearly despises and hates to see with Baron Agravaine.” Lucius commented. He then tilted his head upwards in thought for a moment, and then took a sip from his cup. “But as you say, the people who are loyal to him are no different to our own. He commands their love with selfless devotion, while we command our own populace with… Different methods and motivations.” Lucius further speculated.
He paused to take a sip from his cup, and then took a small breath.
“However, common people are all the same: They will only remain loyal to the rule of coin and influence of great men like our king. It only comes down to who controls the most money in this world, and where our resources are boundless in comparison, Baron Agravaine’s wealth is declining. With this heist, our liege will be more than pleased to show the foolish baron what becomes of those who hold onto chivalry in Ravenfell.” Lucius concluded with a chuckle, taking a few more sips from his cup.
She blinked, a wolfish grin playing at her lips.
"The most difficult challenge of this entire heist, however, is trying to leave. Removing all the wealth from within the treasury, and somehow transporting all that out without anyone knowing. Flawlessly and efficiently too? That's a puzzle..." She seemed to think aloud. Lucius chuckled again.
“Hm… Now that I think of it, there may be a sally port from Marceilles Castle as an invaluable option of escape for us.” Lucius added as an afterthought. “We cannot use it to enter the castle, as it would only be accessible from the inside, and the tunnel would be separate from any of the city’s underground infrastructure.” Lucius explained. A small smile of sheer brilliance striking came across his face. “But that will make it all the more easier for our thieves to haul the catch away safely. I would wager my ridiculous wealth of trinkets that there would be a sally port in the castle, not for troops, but for fleeing civilians. And fleeing civilians would no doubt find it easier to carry their belongings with the aid of carts.” He summarized.
Lucius then looked down at the table.
“I believe we may just have enough to draw up a plan, mi’lady.” Lucius finally noted. “Oh, but who were you thinking of sending to commit this dastardly deed?” Lucius then asked, the very thought piquing his curiosity as he swivelled his vessel once more, the cup almost finished and drunk dry of precious wine.
Lucius stroked his chin in thought, as he began to recall all the important details for the task at hand.
“There is only one man we can count on, and he is the one closest to the baron himself. The advisor, Ruvelle, is obedient and loyal to us.” Lucius noted. “There is no other we can persuade or bribe, not at all at least in such a short time span before we commit the act.” Lucius added, before taking a sip from his cup. He swivelled his vessel and watched as the fine wine swished within the basin of ghostly crystal. “Ruvelle is our advantage and edge over a man who puts so much trust in his closest friends, but we have to be swift and decisive in the act, as he is also our best source of information.” Lucius remarked.
He then stood to his feet and paced around the chair, thinking further.
“Secret entrances into Marceilles… It will be easy to enter the city, but as for the castle, I don’t know of any hidden passages that will make our task any easier.” Lucius began, slowly moving around his chair before pausing behind it and resting his cup-holding hand over the back. “I have never really visited Marceilles, myself. Baron Agravaine has always hosted a disposition of suspicion and caution with me.” Lucius remarked aside.
Lucius then looked into his cup once more.
“As for any events, there are none we can afford to wait for.” Lucius replied simply, before glancing to Evelyn. She pursed her lips, looking in thought. Her fingers absentmindedly stroked the satin edge of her second hood.
"There's only a few ways I see of getting in. Either we sneak over the wall and quietly take out anyone in our way, or dress up as servants and blend in, or maybe someone stays the night due to poor weather and opens the door for my thieves when everyone's asleep." She surmised.
Lucius chuckled as he took his seat once again.
“A direct approach will only end in disaster, for they are thieves and not, for the most part, trained as warriors.” Lucius shot down her first idea. “As for a disguised approach, the baron’s eyes are as keen as our own for unfamiliar faces and thus he also has a suspicion for strangers in his presence.” He went on, cutting down her second idea. “The third is a little more viable, but the only one who can open the doors for us is Ruvelle. He also has access to the baron’s treasury as being advisor permits, which will help us later on.” Lucius discussed. He then looked to Evelyn for her thoughts as he took another sip, savouring the little more than half the cup he had left of the fine wine.
Evelyn sipped at the last drops in her cup, and she delicately poured for herself another.
"Fancy some more, my lord? It truly is divine." She said, holding the bottle out. Lucius had not even finished his cup, but smiled as he could not refuse such a generous offer.
“But of course! 433 is an unforgettable year, after all.” Lucius remarked, as he held out his cup and allowed Evelyn to top up his vessel. It was a comfortable interlude and moment of pause from all the plotting that needed to be done in order to lay down the groundwork to a heist of royal proportions.
Setting the bottle back on the table, Evelyn leaned back in her seat.
"This is by far going to be one of the most riskiest heists we've ever encountered as a team. If Agravaine knew, he'd be on his horse right now with an angry mob of peasants behind him. They do love their Baron, you know. Something about minimal fairness does that to simple folk, when really they're no better off than ours." Evelyn said with a slight bite behind her words.
Lucius smirked as he held his cup to the side and leaned on the arm of the chair.
“That is his edge and, I daresay I will revel when I see the day come, his downfall, to keep to a code of honour and valour reminiscent of the dogs of Wesirinfell. It is something our liege clearly despises and hates to see with Baron Agravaine.” Lucius commented. He then tilted his head upwards in thought for a moment, and then took a sip from his cup. “But as you say, the people who are loyal to him are no different to our own. He commands their love with selfless devotion, while we command our own populace with… Different methods and motivations.” Lucius further speculated.
He paused to take a sip from his cup, and then took a small breath.
“However, common people are all the same: They will only remain loyal to the rule of coin and influence of great men like our king. It only comes down to who controls the most money in this world, and where our resources are boundless in comparison, Baron Agravaine’s wealth is declining. With this heist, our liege will be more than pleased to show the foolish baron what becomes of those who hold onto chivalry in Ravenfell.” Lucius concluded with a chuckle, taking a few more sips from his cup.
She blinked, a wolfish grin playing at her lips.
"The most difficult challenge of this entire heist, however, is trying to leave. Removing all the wealth from within the treasury, and somehow transporting all that out without anyone knowing. Flawlessly and efficiently too? That's a puzzle..." She seemed to think aloud. Lucius chuckled again.
“Hm… Now that I think of it, there may be a sally port from Marceilles Castle as an invaluable option of escape for us.” Lucius added as an afterthought. “We cannot use it to enter the castle, as it would only be accessible from the inside, and the tunnel would be separate from any of the city’s underground infrastructure.” Lucius explained. A small smile of sheer brilliance striking came across his face. “But that will make it all the more easier for our thieves to haul the catch away safely. I would wager my ridiculous wealth of trinkets that there would be a sally port in the castle, not for troops, but for fleeing civilians. And fleeing civilians would no doubt find it easier to carry their belongings with the aid of carts.” He summarized.
Lucius then looked down at the table.
“I believe we may just have enough to draw up a plan, mi’lady.” Lucius finally noted. “Oh, but who were you thinking of sending to commit this dastardly deed?” Lucius then asked, the very thought piquing his curiosity as he swivelled his vessel once more, the cup almost finished and drunk dry of precious wine.
A hand reached out and took up the glass that Evelyn had just placed down, charmingly raising the glass towards a familiar face as Lucius stepped out of the shadows he called friends.
"I hope you did not think to drink without me, my dear," Lucius said chidingly. He toasted his glass, before raising the rim to his lips to sup from the fine wine. He smiled when he recognized the bouquet and taste, and lowered his glass to peer at the bottle, the label turned away from his eyes towards Evelyn. "You have excellent taste, mademoiselle. This is Rendair Brothers Vintage 445, no?" Lucius guessed, making slight small talk for the bare moment as he reminisced about good wine. He chuckled softly. "Wine is a lucrative and enjoyable business blessed with patience. I happen to own Shadowcrest Vineyards in Greymont. Perhaps another time, I may treat you and our liege to a bottle." Lucius explained as he leaned on the back of the velvet chair.
He then smiled.
"But I do not intend to bore you and waste time with such irrelevancies. I am here to assist you in planning the heist, and my intelligence is at your disposal, mi'lady." Lucius noted, taking a seat in the velvet chair opposite of Evelyn. He sipped once more from his cup before holding it aloft in his hand, watching Evelyn and listening attentively.
"I hope you did not think to drink without me, my dear," Lucius said chidingly. He toasted his glass, before raising the rim to his lips to sup from the fine wine. He smiled when he recognized the bouquet and taste, and lowered his glass to peer at the bottle, the label turned away from his eyes towards Evelyn. "You have excellent taste, mademoiselle. This is Rendair Brothers Vintage 445, no?" Lucius guessed, making slight small talk for the bare moment as he reminisced about good wine. He chuckled softly. "Wine is a lucrative and enjoyable business blessed with patience. I happen to own Shadowcrest Vineyards in Greymont. Perhaps another time, I may treat you and our liege to a bottle." Lucius explained as he leaned on the back of the velvet chair.
He then smiled.
"But I do not intend to bore you and waste time with such irrelevancies. I am here to assist you in planning the heist, and my intelligence is at your disposal, mi'lady." Lucius noted, taking a seat in the velvet chair opposite of Evelyn. He sipped once more from his cup before holding it aloft in his hand, watching Evelyn and listening attentively.
Estylwen said
And the fun continues with the GM's new post. :3 Finally gonna get some scheming done with Garthois, yay~
Don't keep me waiting, darling poppet. c:
Evelyn flashed a sincere smile to DuRant.
"How insightful. I would wish for nothing more, Your Majesty." She replied. Damien chuckled and continued to finish his drink, letting the level of wine wane in the confines of his cup. When he had finally reached the bare emptiness of his cup, Evelyn bowed her head from Damien's eyes. "It's been a most lovely evening, hasn't it, Sire?" She remarked. Damien smiled and nodded.
"It has. You may be off. I'll conclude this court gathering soon enough." Damien noted, giving her leave to go.
Once Evelyn was off, Damien held his position gazing over the courtiers in their many, useless scum and pretty pieces in appearance or use alike. Damien had selected his courtiers carefully, and kept nobody from the old court of DuFairre, spare Evelyn. Everyone in his court now was either an important piece in his plan, or an expendable pawn to be used when he saw fit. And pawns were aplenty for him to utilize to the fullest extent of their mere existence. The important pieces were fewer in number, but Damien knew them, and he knew them well. And on the other hand, there were those he kept in court purely for purposes of admiration and entertainment, such as the lovely songstress.
Yes... That songstress bears such a face so beautiful and plays so lovely a melody that even angels would hold jealousy for her favour. Damien wondered. But she is an enigma... An enigma wrapped in mystery and cloaked in darkness. She could be as dangerous and deadly as she is graceful. Damien began to think as his eyes narrowed. I will have to ask Evelyn and Lucius to gather information on the Lady Valois. I must know if she will be an important piece I can... Utilize... He thought. He continued to think and watch the court as they socialized, waiting for time to pass until the hour of sleep came.
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"Then I will have to manage that in my own time, for I am rather spent for tonight." Mirabelle replied. "I thank you for your concern, my lord, but I am afraid I am still intent on getting a good night's rest earlier rather than later." Mirabelle went on. Lucius raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but said nothing of it. Mirabelle then took a lady-like curtsey.
"Now, if you will excuse me..." She finished. Lucius nodded and waved with a chuckle.
"As you wish. Another time then, perhaps." Lucius remarked, before she turned away and headed towards her bedroom chamber. Lucius turned away and walked a few steps, and then stopped when heard the door shut. His charming smile then faded as he then made his way to Evelyn's dwelling, darting through any shortcut he could use.
"How insightful. I would wish for nothing more, Your Majesty." She replied. Damien chuckled and continued to finish his drink, letting the level of wine wane in the confines of his cup. When he had finally reached the bare emptiness of his cup, Evelyn bowed her head from Damien's eyes. "It's been a most lovely evening, hasn't it, Sire?" She remarked. Damien smiled and nodded.
"It has. You may be off. I'll conclude this court gathering soon enough." Damien noted, giving her leave to go.
Once Evelyn was off, Damien held his position gazing over the courtiers in their many, useless scum and pretty pieces in appearance or use alike. Damien had selected his courtiers carefully, and kept nobody from the old court of DuFairre, spare Evelyn. Everyone in his court now was either an important piece in his plan, or an expendable pawn to be used when he saw fit. And pawns were aplenty for him to utilize to the fullest extent of their mere existence. The important pieces were fewer in number, but Damien knew them, and he knew them well. And on the other hand, there were those he kept in court purely for purposes of admiration and entertainment, such as the lovely songstress.
Yes... That songstress bears such a face so beautiful and plays so lovely a melody that even angels would hold jealousy for her favour. Damien wondered. But she is an enigma... An enigma wrapped in mystery and cloaked in darkness. She could be as dangerous and deadly as she is graceful. Damien began to think as his eyes narrowed. I will have to ask Evelyn and Lucius to gather information on the Lady Valois. I must know if she will be an important piece I can... Utilize... He thought. He continued to think and watch the court as they socialized, waiting for time to pass until the hour of sleep came.
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"Then I will have to manage that in my own time, for I am rather spent for tonight." Mirabelle replied. "I thank you for your concern, my lord, but I am afraid I am still intent on getting a good night's rest earlier rather than later." Mirabelle went on. Lucius raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but said nothing of it. Mirabelle then took a lady-like curtsey.
"Now, if you will excuse me..." She finished. Lucius nodded and waved with a chuckle.
"As you wish. Another time then, perhaps." Lucius remarked, before she turned away and headed towards her bedroom chamber. Lucius turned away and walked a few steps, and then stopped when heard the door shut. His charming smile then faded as he then made his way to Evelyn's dwelling, darting through any shortcut he could use.
Psst... Not to alarm you at all, @Supremacy Kills... Buuuut...
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Skype said The DuRant Court Royale
Dominion | Title | Name
Arthroyeaux | Marquis | Traven Menneres
Bellereaux | Baron | Armand Marcel (x)
Bellereaux | Baron | Edmond Marcel
Artois | Baron | Louis Artois (x)
Artois | Baron | Bernard Rufon
Marceilles | Baron | Phillip Agravaine
Greymont | Baron | Gaston Mercais (x)
Greymont | Baron | Lucius Garthois
Mistchapelle | Baron | Markal Gristelle
Prais | Baron | Ronaldo Bertreaux (x)
Prais | Baron | Christophe Esclair
Trais | Baron | Frederick Bertreaux (x)
Trais | Baron | Aaron Valieaux
Delois | Baron | Michelangelo Delois
Ruvare | Baron | Derek DuRant
Enjoy, all the names of the Barons and their respective cities.
(x) = Barons who have been removed during DuRant's rule.
[9/07/2014 11:03:18 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Right, I can briefly detail each one that has been replaced.
[9/07/2014 11:03:33 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Edmond is Armand's asshole of a brother.
[9/07/2014 11:03:51 PM | Edited 11:03:53 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: He's kinda like Edmund from Stronghold 2. Prissy little bastard of a noble.
[9/07/2014 11:04:29 PM | Edited 11:04:31 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Lucius is, well. Lucius. Of course, DuRant had a hand in Gaston's removal which lead to a rigged election of Lucius becoming Baron of Greymont.
[9/07/2014 11:05:04 PM | Edited 11:06:29 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Ronaldo and Frederick Bertreaux were Chevalier Bannerets who served alongside Phillip and Damien. Ronaldo was killed in a hunting accident, while Frederick was killed by savages on the Valorfell border.
[9/07/2014 11:07:32 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Christophe Esclair is a merchant replacement, and he actually heads part of the Thieves Guild there, while Aaron Valieaux is a loyal dog to DuRant who watches the Valorfellan border and the trade route through the plains
[9/07/2014 11:08:38 PM | Edited 11:08:48 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Michelangelo Delois is one of the few who still remain from the DuFairre Court Royale. He has only kept his seat because he is neutral in everything. After all, Delois is actually a fair away from the rest of the population. Delois keeps to himself and is loyal to his city and people.
[9/07/2014 11:09:55 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Derek DuRant is Damien's replacement for Ruvare. Damien actually divorced his wife but kept his son in nobility when he ascended to the throne. His son has a bit of resentment to him, but is kinda loyal because of the place he has been given.
[9/07/2014 11:10:05 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Did I cover everyone?
[9/07/2014 11:10:42 PM] Supremacy Kills: You forgot Louis Artois, Bernard Rufon, Traven Menneres and Markal Gristelle.
[9/07/2014 11:10:47 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Oh right.
[9/07/2014 11:12:16 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Louis Artois was the baron of Artois before Bernard, and was one of the few outspoken against the outrageous taxes. (The others were the Berteaux Brothers, Armand Marcel, and Gaston Mercais.)
[9/07/2014 11:13:51 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Louis was murdered when an Argonian servant poisoned his drink, and that also sparked an outcry in Artois (which has a large Argonian population compared to the rest of Ravenfell's settlements)
[9/07/2014 11:13:58 PM] Xiga: Interesting
[9/07/2014 11:14:31 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: His replacement, Bernard Rufon is a fat bastard who actually runs the Argonian Slave Trade and heads the Argonian Slavers in Ravenfell.
[9/07/2014 11:16:14 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: Traven Menneres was the elected Marquis after the Raven Crown War, when your character Phillip was nominated and proved to be the best candidate for the job, but rejected the title politely. Traven was a fair governor of Arthroyeaux and used to be the Baron of Mistchapelle before Markal Gristelle.
[9/07/2014 11:17:16 PM | Edited 11:17:27 PM] Andre 'Abaddy' Valias: As for Markal Gristelle, he is a mysterious nobleman who was elected Baron of Mistchapelle when Traven became Marquis. He is rumoured to practice dark arts and necromancy, but this is unproven speculation by the citizens of Mistchapelle.
@Dlayeth:
Approved, Devlin is good to go whenever you like.
Approved, Devlin is good to go whenever you like.
@Estylwen: I won't really be able to post for a while. Can we talk about it sometime?
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