Post by Amber on Oct 30, 2020 1:36:43 GMT -5
(I didn't realize this earlier, but this is a year old, so that's exciting! Also kind of weird/cool/interesting that it's been that long.
Also, do you have anything you want to do for the party?)
Oswald, the Mithran Prince
The prince nodded. "That's seems like a good start. Besides, we probably don't want to be too hasty in our approch with these people, especially as we're not as important anymore." No one- hopefully -would be able to tell the two were actually royalty from the other two kingdoms. Though he doubted anyone would suspect some traveling scholar and his mysterious guard of being as important as that. After scanning the room once more, Oswald descended the stairs to the floor below them. A live band preformed on a platform close to the stained-glass window in the center of the room. In front of them, various guests were dancing to the music. To the sides, around the pillars that held up the upper balconies, were tables set aside for dining. They had white cloths with a gold embroidered design on an emerald-green strip. Though not as important as house glyphs or symbols, house colors were a good indicator of the various nobles within a nation. It seemed the Dovers claimed green as their primary color and gold as their secondary.
As they edged along the perimeter of the dance floor, few seemed to acknowledge them. In fact, Oswald only caught a couple of curious side glances from people they passed. While it was good they didn't raise any suspicion, the prince couldn't help but wonder if they had made themselves too uninteresting. Would anyone approch them? Did they want to be approched first or did the royals want to make the first move? The half-orc didn't bother to dwell on those thoughts. The night was still young; the party had barely started. They still had plenty of time to get to that later. For now, it was probably best to get an idea on how Erevan parties functioned. So far, it was similar to what he was used to in Mithra. That certianly eased some of his concerns. As they got closer to the dining tables, Oswald caught sight of a servant and waved to her. The mousy gave a respect nod before scurrying over to the pair.
"Would you like a table sir?" She asked softly.
"Yes please." The brunette gave another nod before turning on her heels and leading the royals to one of the fine tables near the back of the room. With a small bow, she gestered to their table as another two servants pulled out chairs for Oswald and his "guard". The prince dipped his head in thanks as his chair was pushed in. The two servants quickly left as the woman headed towards what he assumed would be the kitchens to fetch them some food. Now alone, Oswald turned to his companion, glad she wouldn't be eating elsewhere. It was typically customary that guards, personal attendants, and stewards ate seprate from their superiors. Either they weren't considered important enough to be offered such a thing, or they kept at least their guards around. Judging by a few people at other tables, it seemed like it was the latter.
"I think starting with a meal will do us some good. I'm sorry for not asking you first, though. I know how important this is for you. It's unlikely anyone will approch us as we eat. At least none of the other guests. I have heard the Dovers usually send servants around the dining tables to gage how their guests are enjoying themselves. Appearently, one of them will also do it themselves occasionally. Perhaps that'll happen tonight," he mused. Despite the fact it would be good to have a conversation with a Dover early on, Oswald wasn't sure if they were ready for that; not sure if he was ready for that. He was about to continue as the mousy servant came back with two plates of food. It was a few medallions of lightly seasons chicken over a bed of mixed vegetables with some deep red sauce on the side. It looked rather apatizing. The woman left without a word as Oswald picked up a fork and continued to speak to his companion.
"Anyway, I know we want to at least talk to all the major nobles and get an idea on who wpuld have the most information. However I believe it'll be easiest to get close to the Dovers and Ravencrofts. Both have some involvement in research, and seeing as I'm a scholar, I'm sure there's a way we can find out things from them using that angle. With that said, I'm not entierly sure who would be the best to interact with the most. The goal is, after all, finding out who sent those assassins and why. Depending on who we want to talk to first, I do have an idea on a few people we can interact with tonight." It would be likely be diffcult talk with most noble house heads and the important members that night as they would be busy talking with others. However, there were less important members and even those employed by the various houses who could get them one step closer to the nobles they needed. Oswald turned to his meal as he waited for Kiran's thoughts.
Kellan, the Reluctant Thief
Glancing down the side of the building, Kellan almost thought she saw something move in the shadows. As she narrowed her eyes to try and take a closer look, she saw nothing. Probably a combination of the darkness, the distance of the area, and the fact humans couldn't see that far. Assuming she was fully human, at least. The thief didn't dwell on it as she leaned back onto the roof. It would be time to enter the manor soon and she needed to be prepared. Turning to her bag, she placed a couple of her knives safely inside and pulled out a few of her lockpicks. Having only a few knives would offer enough protection- assuming she would even need it -and it was always good to have various lockpicks for different sized locks. That was something few people thought of or realized; when it came to lockpicks, not one size fit all.
Next, Kellan removed her cloak, which she only had for the warmth, and stuffed it in her bag. No use in bringing it. The garment could get her caught and it would ultimately be in the way. She needed as much room for movement as possible. While it was unlikely she would get fully caught, Kell would look less suspicious without it anyway. The thirty minutes was almost up. Time to head to the house.
"Stay here and keep my bag and its contents safe. If anyone comes up here, hide and if you need to, run. I'll look for you if I need to," she whispered. Magnar let out a gruff purr of what she could only assume was understanding. Despite having him for about two wreks, she was still surprised by the felines intelligence. Of course, it likely had everything to do with whatever that guard did to the cat. Without hesitation, Kell grabbed the rim of the roof and sung down onto the wall. Grabbing onto a thick pipe, she scaled down the side of the building and made it safely into the alley. As soon as her boots touched the ground, she spun on her toes and made her way to the opening between the two buildings. The guards hadn't moved yet, which was a good sign. She needed to be in position before they began their shift, otherwise it would be too late.
Taking a quick glance around, she didn't see anyone lurking about. Whatever beggers hanging around earlier had since left. It was unlikely they would've ratted her out anyway, but one could never be too sure. Drawing in a slow breath, Kell made a dash for a corner pillar on the fence line. It would be large enough to hide her. Hopefully. She reached it in a crouch, not having been spotted by the nearby guards.
A few minutes later, Kell peered out from the pillar as the guards began to switch to their next post. It would only be about a minute before the next guards replaced them. Plenty of time for her to get in. As the sound of their boots scraping against stone faded, the thief hopped over the fence and into the manor's yard. Without slowing, she dashed across the yard and reached the side if the house. Taking a moment to examine the manor, she quickly charted a path to the second floor. She had gotten to the point where it only took her a few seconds. In her line of work, that could mean the difference between getting caught and escaping with her freedom, like tonight. With precise movements, Kell grabbed a protruding piece of stone and managed to pull herself up. Following through with her momentum, she grabbed another protruding piece and pulled herself up again, this time at an angle. She managed to catch on of the balcony supports, which she used to get herself up the rest of the way.
Safely on the balcony, she glanced at the guards below. They were unaware of the thief's presence right above them. With a smile, she turned her attention to the set of doors that lead out to the balcony. With careful movements, Kellan wiggled the handle and found it unlocked. How sloppy of them, but how lucky for her. After checking the hallways, Kellan finally slipped in.
Also, do you have anything you want to do for the party?)
Oswald, the Mithran Prince
The prince nodded. "That's seems like a good start. Besides, we probably don't want to be too hasty in our approch with these people, especially as we're not as important anymore." No one- hopefully -would be able to tell the two were actually royalty from the other two kingdoms. Though he doubted anyone would suspect some traveling scholar and his mysterious guard of being as important as that. After scanning the room once more, Oswald descended the stairs to the floor below them. A live band preformed on a platform close to the stained-glass window in the center of the room. In front of them, various guests were dancing to the music. To the sides, around the pillars that held up the upper balconies, were tables set aside for dining. They had white cloths with a gold embroidered design on an emerald-green strip. Though not as important as house glyphs or symbols, house colors were a good indicator of the various nobles within a nation. It seemed the Dovers claimed green as their primary color and gold as their secondary.
As they edged along the perimeter of the dance floor, few seemed to acknowledge them. In fact, Oswald only caught a couple of curious side glances from people they passed. While it was good they didn't raise any suspicion, the prince couldn't help but wonder if they had made themselves too uninteresting. Would anyone approch them? Did they want to be approched first or did the royals want to make the first move? The half-orc didn't bother to dwell on those thoughts. The night was still young; the party had barely started. They still had plenty of time to get to that later. For now, it was probably best to get an idea on how Erevan parties functioned. So far, it was similar to what he was used to in Mithra. That certianly eased some of his concerns. As they got closer to the dining tables, Oswald caught sight of a servant and waved to her. The mousy gave a respect nod before scurrying over to the pair.
"Would you like a table sir?" She asked softly.
"Yes please." The brunette gave another nod before turning on her heels and leading the royals to one of the fine tables near the back of the room. With a small bow, she gestered to their table as another two servants pulled out chairs for Oswald and his "guard". The prince dipped his head in thanks as his chair was pushed in. The two servants quickly left as the woman headed towards what he assumed would be the kitchens to fetch them some food. Now alone, Oswald turned to his companion, glad she wouldn't be eating elsewhere. It was typically customary that guards, personal attendants, and stewards ate seprate from their superiors. Either they weren't considered important enough to be offered such a thing, or they kept at least their guards around. Judging by a few people at other tables, it seemed like it was the latter.
"I think starting with a meal will do us some good. I'm sorry for not asking you first, though. I know how important this is for you. It's unlikely anyone will approch us as we eat. At least none of the other guests. I have heard the Dovers usually send servants around the dining tables to gage how their guests are enjoying themselves. Appearently, one of them will also do it themselves occasionally. Perhaps that'll happen tonight," he mused. Despite the fact it would be good to have a conversation with a Dover early on, Oswald wasn't sure if they were ready for that; not sure if he was ready for that. He was about to continue as the mousy servant came back with two plates of food. It was a few medallions of lightly seasons chicken over a bed of mixed vegetables with some deep red sauce on the side. It looked rather apatizing. The woman left without a word as Oswald picked up a fork and continued to speak to his companion.
"Anyway, I know we want to at least talk to all the major nobles and get an idea on who wpuld have the most information. However I believe it'll be easiest to get close to the Dovers and Ravencrofts. Both have some involvement in research, and seeing as I'm a scholar, I'm sure there's a way we can find out things from them using that angle. With that said, I'm not entierly sure who would be the best to interact with the most. The goal is, after all, finding out who sent those assassins and why. Depending on who we want to talk to first, I do have an idea on a few people we can interact with tonight." It would be likely be diffcult talk with most noble house heads and the important members that night as they would be busy talking with others. However, there were less important members and even those employed by the various houses who could get them one step closer to the nobles they needed. Oswald turned to his meal as he waited for Kiran's thoughts.
Kellan, the Reluctant Thief
Glancing down the side of the building, Kellan almost thought she saw something move in the shadows. As she narrowed her eyes to try and take a closer look, she saw nothing. Probably a combination of the darkness, the distance of the area, and the fact humans couldn't see that far. Assuming she was fully human, at least. The thief didn't dwell on it as she leaned back onto the roof. It would be time to enter the manor soon and she needed to be prepared. Turning to her bag, she placed a couple of her knives safely inside and pulled out a few of her lockpicks. Having only a few knives would offer enough protection- assuming she would even need it -and it was always good to have various lockpicks for different sized locks. That was something few people thought of or realized; when it came to lockpicks, not one size fit all.
Next, Kellan removed her cloak, which she only had for the warmth, and stuffed it in her bag. No use in bringing it. The garment could get her caught and it would ultimately be in the way. She needed as much room for movement as possible. While it was unlikely she would get fully caught, Kell would look less suspicious without it anyway. The thirty minutes was almost up. Time to head to the house.
"Stay here and keep my bag and its contents safe. If anyone comes up here, hide and if you need to, run. I'll look for you if I need to," she whispered. Magnar let out a gruff purr of what she could only assume was understanding. Despite having him for about two wreks, she was still surprised by the felines intelligence. Of course, it likely had everything to do with whatever that guard did to the cat. Without hesitation, Kell grabbed the rim of the roof and sung down onto the wall. Grabbing onto a thick pipe, she scaled down the side of the building and made it safely into the alley. As soon as her boots touched the ground, she spun on her toes and made her way to the opening between the two buildings. The guards hadn't moved yet, which was a good sign. She needed to be in position before they began their shift, otherwise it would be too late.
Taking a quick glance around, she didn't see anyone lurking about. Whatever beggers hanging around earlier had since left. It was unlikely they would've ratted her out anyway, but one could never be too sure. Drawing in a slow breath, Kell made a dash for a corner pillar on the fence line. It would be large enough to hide her. Hopefully. She reached it in a crouch, not having been spotted by the nearby guards.
A few minutes later, Kell peered out from the pillar as the guards began to switch to their next post. It would only be about a minute before the next guards replaced them. Plenty of time for her to get in. As the sound of their boots scraping against stone faded, the thief hopped over the fence and into the manor's yard. Without slowing, she dashed across the yard and reached the side if the house. Taking a moment to examine the manor, she quickly charted a path to the second floor. She had gotten to the point where it only took her a few seconds. In her line of work, that could mean the difference between getting caught and escaping with her freedom, like tonight. With precise movements, Kell grabbed a protruding piece of stone and managed to pull herself up. Following through with her momentum, she grabbed another protruding piece and pulled herself up again, this time at an angle. She managed to catch on of the balcony supports, which she used to get herself up the rest of the way.
Safely on the balcony, she glanced at the guards below. They were unaware of the thief's presence right above them. With a smile, she turned her attention to the set of doors that lead out to the balcony. With careful movements, Kellan wiggled the handle and found it unlocked. How sloppy of them, but how lucky for her. After checking the hallways, Kellan finally slipped in.