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Salutations and Felicitations!

As my title alludes to I'm a student. I'm currently studying for my BA in History and Ancient History. I love diving into lore be it that of the past, or whether it be the brilliant product of the human imagination.

But just as fun I find is picking lore apart and making something new with it, and that's what draws me to good role-plays. Those little references shaped into new forms are really what helps to keep me hooked, just as much as good writing.

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Albion




The general premise of this RP will be one of intrigues, battles and a little bit of detective work, as the various characters try and get to the bottom of a spate of disappearances that have taken place over the last few months.





@Ace of flames01 Are you still looking for people?
Consider me interested and here's my character.


Albion




The general premise of this RP will be one of intrigues, battles and a little bit of detective work, as the various characters try and get to the bottom of a spate of disappearances that have taken place over the last few months.





@VarionusNW

As Brian studied his cards he heard his phone ringing where he'd left it at the bar. 'Excuse me a moment Marc' he smiled putting his cards down on the card table and walking to the bar.
Marc looked up from his own cards 'Sweep her off 'er feet sir'.
Brian reached his phone and just as he picked it up the call went to voicemail, in his nervous excitement he fumbled with the phone unable to answer it in time. 'Damn' he said aloud finally getting the phone to unlock and walking back to the card table with Marc.
'Just message 'er sir'
'I'll just call her back'
Marc sighed putting his cards on the table, 'Now don't go being daft sir, thought you were the clever one here?'
'I am the clever one here' replied Brian casting a questioning look at Marc 'That's why I'm going to ring her back'
'You go do that sir and you'll look desperate'
'Oh come of it Marc, what am I 17 or something?'
'Might as well be sir as you've clearly no idea what you're doing'
Brian shrugged his shoulders, Marc was rarely wrong in these matters and he was hardly an expert by any means. He started typing, and after a minute or so he handed the phone to Marc. 'Any good?'
Marc looked at the phone reading the message

Excellent, I'll bring the car around. Mind telling me where I'm driving?

'I've seen worse sir, sure you don't want me driving?' Marc handed the phone back to Brian who sent the text and then pocketed his phone.
'No, not this time Marc, think I'll take the Porsche out for a spin'
'Fair enough sir, pulling out all the stops in order to impress then?'
'Not at all Marc, not at all' he replied sarcastically picking up his cards again, 'But lets not think of it for now, for now lets finish this game'.

The game went on for about another 30 minutes, when it finished Marc set about cleaning the glasses behind the bar before taking his leave. Brian had decided to give Marc the night off, the man certainly deserved it. However, having done so without much thought it left Brian to get everything ready including the Phantom.

Brian changed out of his suit into a pair of jeans and a simple grey t-shirt, pocketing his keys and his phone he entered his lift and pressed the button for the garage. The lift slid down silently the doors opening to reveal a relatively small garage, his limousine was parked along one side, and next to it sat a silver Porsche 911. Brian smiled and rubbed his hands together eager to get to work, he activated the cars radio with the interface chip. The radio began playing Sinatra's New York and Brian set to work.
I was wondering why we'd stopped, shall we just jump to outside Solitude?
@VarionusNW Righto, just saw your post about waiting the other day and I wanted to make sure.
@VarionusNW Don't know if you caught my post from earlier or not?
Tacitus observed the party stood around him, insolent, and poorly disciplined for the most part, save for the Redguard and maybe the Dunmer. Although from the remarks a few of them had made it seemed they were much more familiar with the dragonborn than he was, than again that was quite the triviality in the grand scheme of things as the man was dead.

'Then let us get a move on instead of sitting here,' he said calmly but authoritatively 'those of you without horses follow me, those with horses fetch them and meet us on the road to Dragonsbridge, half way between here and there. From there we can venture on together and deal with this pathetic cabal.'

With that Tacitus made for the castle door intending to head straight for the stables. He didn't stop for the others nor did he turn to check whether or not they followed him. He was on a mission now, he would complete it with or without them. They'd either follow him and fight alongside him or stay in violation of their own intentions, he didn't really care, the end result would be the same after all.
@VarionusNW Brian woke 5 hours later. He rolled out of bed rubbing his eyes before looking at the alarm clock that sat on his bed side table. Its red number blinked back at him, and he swatted at it lazily with one hand as it started to bleep at him. 'Beat you to it' he said to the clock, laughing at how mad he'd seem to anyone else, talking to a clock and all.

He walked over to the long wardrobe that took up one wall and reached in taking out a long black dressing gown, he pulled it on tying it at the waist before walking over to his desk, where he picked up his pocket watch and wound it a few times. Whilst he did this he also started his computer with the interface chip and read the various papers for the day.

Hmm he thought to himself, best take note of that situation in Cairo, and send some men to Moscow too just to be sure. Then he heard a knocking at the door. He turned to face the door, placing his pocket watch in the pocket of the dressing gown. 'Come in' he called cheerfully.

Marc walked in holding a tray, a mug of tea and a full English breakfast sat upon the tray and the aroma started to fill the room with a smell that always reminded Brian of home. 'Morning sir' replied Marc already dressed in a sharp black suit, 'where'd you like me to stick this?' he asked lifting the tray.
'Just stick it on the desk here Marc' replied Brian sitting in the desk chair.
Marc walked over and put the tray on the table to one side of Brian's terminal. 'Messy business over in Cairo sir, reckon you're already sending somebody over to check it out huh?'
'Of course' laughed back Brian digging into his breakfast, 'I'm sending Jameson and a few L3's to check it out, the PM needn't worry himself.'
'He'll be glad to hear that sir.'
'I should hope so'

Their brief exchange finished Marc left the room closing the door behind him. Brian finished his breakfast whilst sifting through various stock market reports, nothing to worry about really, except the price of tungsten was fluctuating again. He got to his feet walking back to the wardrobe and changed into one of several sleek black tailored suits that hung in the wardrobe. He transferred his pocket watch to the inside right pocket of his jacket and situated his luger and its shoulder holster on the left hand side. After that he pulled on a pair of polished black shoes and retrieved his sword stick before leaving his bedroom to walk into the living room.

He looked out over the room from the elevated landing looking down over the well appointed room. The light wooden floor and furnishings, combined with the floor to ceiling windows that took the place of two walls made the room extremely light and spacious. On one side stood a bar, complete with 4 bar stools mounted to the floor. In the middle of the room in a lowered space sat a group of leather sofas around a long coffee table, whilst on the other side of the room opposite of the bar sat a long card table, surrounded by more stools like those at the bar. In the corner where the two windows met sat a large grand piano and an antique piano stool.

On the same wall as the bar stood a small silver lift and as Brian entered the room Marc and another figure entered through the lift. 'Samantha' called out Brian smiling as he walked down the stairs cane in hand. Samantha smiled back at Brian her red lips matching her long red hair. She walked over to Brian and they gave each other a long hug.
'Cousin dearest' replied Samantha 'how have you been?' her thick New York accent standing in stark contrast to his own.
'Just excellent, company shares are through the roof, and I had a very fortunate meeting last night.'
'I heard' smiled back Samantha ruefully, her eyes darting to Marc, just long enough to incriminate him.
'Well then you must know why I asked Marc to fetch you?'
'Let me think' she replied sitting in one of sofas at the centre of the room, crossing her legs and placing a single finger on her chin, a faux inquisitive expression settling on her face. 'My dear cousin has found his soulmate at last, and asks his cousin who so happens to have a show on at Bartholomew's to come see him at once. If I didn't know better, I'd guess that he was hoping for a table at the dinner show this evening?'
Brian came and sat opposite Samantha 'I do always forget how perceptive you are'
Samantha laughed 'Just you keep on forgetting, it's the only way I stay ahead of you.' she joked 'as for ticket for tonight you can consider it done, I'll have a word with Reggie he'll be glad to see you again'
'I shall be glad to see him again, it's been far too long' replied Brian.

They spent another 30 minutes chatting, before Samantha got up and left for Bartholomew's talking about wanting to get plenty of practice in before her performance. Marc saw her out and Brian returned to his room. Now that he'd got somewhere to go he thought he best give Arna a call and see whether or not she could actually make it. In hindsight he probably should've checked that first... but too late now he supposed.

Opening his desk draw he fished out the piece of paper with Arna's number on it and spread it out on the top of the desk pulling his phone from his outer jacket pocket. He sat thinking for a few minutes, what to say... what to say... Casual? No confident and certain? In the end he just went with being simple. He rang the number and it went straight to voice mail. After the buzz he spoke in what he hoped was a confident manner. 'Hey Arna, it's Brian. I got a table at Bartholomew's for a dinner show starting about 19:30, I was wondering if you'd like to join me? Lemme know, bye.'
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