Post by sharpgn2 on Dec 2, 2013 4:29:11 GMT -5
House Jvianin
“Fair winds and following Skies”
The words, scribed in gold, adorn the bottom of the houses heraldry. Violets and Golds depict an Albatross in flight. Given the complexities of the magical page, the image appears to jump out to a certain extent. The reader, an aged man with puffy white eyebrows and thinning hair, makes a subtle comment.
“This roster shows one missing, Hoste.” He lifts his eyes, a deep piercing violet a reflection of the image below.
There is a pause before the other man in the small chamber speaks. Hoste Jvianin expected the question to arise, but had held on to a hope it would not be now.
“The fourth daughter of my Nephew Matteon, Maurmeril.” The last word is spoken with some distaste, he draws a sharp breath and motions with a hand and a bow of his head a sign of apology. “Forgive me for not bringing this to your attentions earlier, Tzonan. The girl returned from Mount Talath, and though she finished her studies in three years, she has not pressed past the first understanding of the Weave. As you well know, if such a display were to reach our investors and our competitors….” Hoste was cut off by the older man,
“Our current Contracts could be our last. Though there has been a boom in Skyship production as of late, the news of the girl’s … inabilities would draw doubt and favor weakness to Jvianin product.” This of course would also lead a very different path for Tzonan, who would face political ramifications.
“I imagine the girl is being dealt with and swiftly, by the lack of her name on this current roster?”
Hoste gave a small nod, “She is packing what valuables she has at this very moment; dis-valued or no, she is still of my blood. I intend to send her by a Teleportation Circle to a place of her choosing. In reality I will plant in her mind somewhere far to the North. In my travels I’ve been to the city of Proskur. A haven of filth and scum, and recently even a Thayan incursion of an Enclave, but I will make it clear she intends to go to Cormyr.”
“Very well. Return to me when the deed is done, and be swift about it. Do not let your emotions cloud your logic in this matter.”
“Hardly.”
Hoste left the small room, and the older Tzonan was left to his musings.
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Two Hours later, an Orchard along the outskirts of Proskur
A flash, followed by a rather audible ‘POP!’, brought upon the attentions of two children running along the trees. They were no more than ten seasons in age, and wore little more than rags. Before them a woman appeared, in bright colors and of odd outfit. She was tall, taller than any woman they could recall, and held a fierce eye. Was she mad at someone?
Maurmeril eyed the two urchins with a solid distaste. She was away from home, away from a life a luxuries, magic, and knowledge. Her Great-Uncle Hoste granted her wish to be placed nearest to the Kingdom of Cormyr. She was disappointed and the excitement she held before was dwindling… wait. How could she have been excited?
The children were frozen in place, staring at her. Meril snapped at them to move along, and they vanished into the trees. Before her, the city was certainly large, and certainly where she didn’t want to be.
Becoming accustomed to the odd looks would be difficult. Meril issued level looks and certainly was perceived as miserable. She passed by a shop of a Dirt Crawler who claimed magical abilities- some ‘Filgar’. Bah. The rest of her movement was spent in paranoia of her coin purse, which had what few golden dragons Hoste could get his hands on. She knew there were also Thayans about, as if this dirty city could really get any worse.
Quick to pay for a Caravan to the Cormyr Border, Maurmeril did not even bother to stop for tea.
