Andre Valias

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

I'll post tonight. If not, then this RP will be going on Hiatus for 2-3 weeks, just in advance warning.

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Sorry guys, Exam fortnight is on right now, and I also have to tie down loose ends with school before I'm fully free.

BUT, fear not, I'm going to keep posting.
@Sarpedon, if Xiga still hasn't posted after Sarah posts, I'll post for Xiga. So that means, you have my full divine salamander blessing to bother Sarah as much as you wish to get her to post.

Meanwhile, I'll just keep slaving away at school work, kays?

Any questions while we're at it?

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Estylwen said
@Andre: How would Lucius know Mirabelle's a Nightingale? I'm sure there's plenty of hidden orders and factions, and it's not like we've tried doing a background check on her. I think it'd be really hard to deduce exactly what she is, just based on speaking with her.

Trust me on this, Nightingales might be very secretive, but it is everyone's business to know everything, especially the unknown. Don't forget, Lucius is the Master of the Nightblades, who have no doubt ran into Nightingales, so he would know of them, as well as how professional they are.

Buuuuuuuut, I can agree. Looking at it now, it is sort of... Too quick. But it's just that he is able to deduce things relatively accurately (I mean, you have to in that business).

Did I write it in a way that he was absolute, rather than speculating?

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Lucius looked at Evelyn intently, listening attentively as she spelled out her choices.
"That's actually something I wanted to discuss with you, my lord. I have a few excellent thieves I know would kill for the job, but I was wondering if you wanted to invite one of your people for the heist. Divines know their talents accomplish more together.” Evelyn began. Lucius thought about it for a moment, wondering where an assassin would fit into it all, but then he thought of a wonderful choice.
“There is one that comes to mind: Devlin Mallory.” Lucius began, recalling the young he reserves at the popular establishment in town. “He is well-trained in thievery just as well as he is in killing. I dare-say, his time spent at The Loving Rose has taught him a lot. After all, it is an establishment your people own and frequent for more than what meets the eyes, no?” Lucius elaborated as he put down his cup for the moment, sitting up properly and clasping his hands together. “In any case, I elect him to join the heist. I do have some sort of intent for my choice.” Lucius added as final thought.

“Now, your choices, mi’lady… Do tell.” Lucius prompted, bearing a tone of interest.
"There's an Elven vampire amidst the ranks in the Guild named Tsu'tey Galaos. His thievery and stealth skills are talk of legend, he's quick with a bow, and I think he's exactly what we need for this heist.” Evelyn began. Lucius tilted his head and smiled.
“Indeed? I suppose this heist does warrant the cunning of the night. But do you have another with more unique talent to add to this quarry?” Lucius asked.
"Of course, I know of a Breton who would be all over robbing a castle, and would consider it child's play. He's an expert in illusion magic, using it to run circles around his victims -- sometimes literally. Rahard Gemerth, a man who truly loves his work and is also a piece to consider." Evelyn listed off thoughtfully. Lucius chuckled, picking up his cup and finishing off his drink in a single and subtle sip, before returning the cup to its rest upon the table.
“Then I believe we are set. They are a rather odd but sufficient group of versatile individuals. All that is left is to finalize the plan, gather them all up and move them into Marceilles.” Lucius concluded.

He then noticed Evelyn appeared to have a side thought on her mind.
"I hate to bring up the court after we've spent all evening there, but there's one final topic of interest I have for you, my lord." Evelyn said, leaning forward. Lucius tilted his head curiously and leaned forward also.
“What is it, mi’lady?” Lucius asked.
"It has to do with our... Newest addition. As I assumed you spoke with her earlier, did you learn anything?" Evelyn wondered.

Lucius recalled the charming young songstress, and he tapped the table gently as he recalled their meeting.
“Her name is Mirabelle Valois, and ordinarily, she is a songstress and fair maiden our liege has saw fit to let into his court for those very reasons.” Lucius began. He then smirked. “I learnt… Much, from our very brief encounter. First and foremost… Her eyes…” Lucius went on, remembering what he had saw very clearly in his mind in the present. “They were sharp… Piercing and perceptive… They were the eyes of someone like you or I, somebody who is familiar with the arts of the criminal underworld.” Lucius detailed, hinting very clearly at what he was about to establish. “I could not even deny it to myself when I just saw through her acting. Modesty, humble sweetness, and a voice littered with false tones.” Lucius went on, further listing the other intricacies of the woman they were analysing closely. “She was good, but not good enough. She would never have guessed how many a time I have shown my apprentices how to feign appearance, and how well we do it in our craft.” Lucius embellished. “But I do not underestimate her skill. If she were one of my own, I would gladly call her one of the best. Which brings me to my conclusion…” Lucius added, before entailing to his judgement.

He leaned closer towards the table, stilling his tapping fingers.
“If not I, then someone else has given this woman the utmost professional training. There is no doubt she is either an assassin or a spy, so we must watch her closer than we first thought.” He concluded, summarizing all his findings into a single result. He stared at Evelyn, watching the knowledge sink in.

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Estylwen said
A sexy, magical villain. ;3

Precisely. x3

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Estylwen said
I sketched Evelyn the other day for kicks. Of course, I have no idea how to draw gold embroidery... XD

She looks like a darling.
Too bad she's a villain. c:

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Don't worry. I'll puppet play as soon as I can today.

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It does, it does.

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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.