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“You know, I just never took you for one who’d take orders from a washed-up has been.  You surprise me, Malek.”

The Kournan grinned, his thumb and index finger rubbing one of the many ornamental coins dangling from the gold chain around his neck.  As the office’s large grandfather clock ticked, Malek’s dark eyes would fix on the moving hand.

“Late for something?”  The socialite asked, her expression colored with a pleasant smile masking whatever thought she was keeping from the Kournan.

“Not at all, Lady Rossi.  Just contemplating how subtly time passes when in your presence.”  His charming smirk matched his words.  “As to your other remark, nothing a few coins couldn’t secure.  And once I was in, I was all ears.  It was an opportunity that presented itself which I knew would benefit me, and evidently you, in multiple ways.”

His practical answer seemed to please her enough, and she added, “Speaking of coin, you’ll be substantially compensated for this.  And I trust it’ll be lucrative enough you’ll continue doing business with me?”

“I can assure you it is always a pleasure doing business with you, Lady Rossi.”   Placing a hand above his heart, Malek reiterated, “As Kormir is my witness.”

Akasha,

I’m aboard an airship en route to the Refuge.  I’m bringing a friend.   Going to need one of your poison experts. Is Sarai about?

~A

The letter was brief and to the point, as per usual with the chronomancer’s correspondence.   Akasha always appreciated Aiden’s respect for one’s time.  

Slowly releasing fragrant plumes of smoke from parted lips, the elder witch beckoned one of her little banshees with a telepathic summon. “Tell our ‘house guest’ to take precautions.  We’re having a visit from the Collective, and I do not want her mesmeric stench to raise any red flags.”

After two whiskey bottles and an array of incriminating evidence brought forth on Blair’s part, Dimitri finally agreed to collaborate with the fellow mesmer –in spite of his better judgment.

”Understand, Blair, that I’m doing this because I do feel like I owe you.  Not because I’m afraid of you.”

Blair’s laughter echoed in the man’s office, appropriately situated in a hidden basement of the building that housed the shop he owned as a front. 

“Please, of /course/ you’re not afraid of me.  What’s there to fear?  You’d know all my tricks, no?”   Her tone was almost sweet, words delivered in a whimsical, sing-song manner, “After all, you did teach me almost everything I know about -that-…  Almost everything.  Besides, you can drop the redemption act.  We both know you want what I’ve offered you.  It’s okay.  It’s a-okay to be greedy, Dimitri.  Now!  Let’s celebrate our…partnership?  Can we call it that?”

“I’ve never met the witches before… but if you trust them.. mm. Have faith in them. I will too. I just want to heal, and not hear you worry anymore about me….” she mused. Red-gold hair ruffling in the evening wind. Glancing to the Chronomancer then out to the refuge, quickly becomming more than a blip.

“A quick stop for an antidote and then rest. Tomorrow we’ll take a look at those sand dunes…”

“Though Akasha’s never let me down.  But I wouldn’t bet my life on her having my back if it was not in her best interest.  Anyway, you’ll make up your own mind when you meet them.”

Meanwhile, in the Free City of Amnoon…

Omar, Turns out the rage induced by those snakes has me contemplating rather twisted thoughts, ideas if you will.  Let’s just say that I’ve thought of a way we can -actually- deliver on that ‘snake oil’ to asura.   I won’t lie, the thought that it’s even crossed my mind frightens me, that I’d think of something so sinister.  But I am not asking to be judged, only seeking to impart my own brand of judgement – which I think we’re both in agreement of. I will see you at first light, and we’ll head to the snakes’ den.

Xo

Sending the bird off to deliver the reply, Omar watches it take flight, circle then dart further into the City.

 “What have I got myself into..”  The man rummages through his bag, then tosses into the corner of his tent. “The question really is...what has -she- gotten herself into.”  The snide grin slides across his lips when he lies back into the cot. 

**Response to letter**

Xo - 

Who am I to judge?  We are of like mind when it comes to the vipers, and any ideas swirling in your mind, I would love to hear. Until morning then. Rest well. 

“Keep an eye out for her…”

 Rosella Vidal composed a new list in her head as she let shadow swirl in their ‘usual’ meeting spot. 

Fact:  the coroners’ records, finally completed, were clear.  Two other assassins had been working at the same tasks as Rosella over the last five years.  One preferred poisons, the other, slender blades.

Fact:  Lady Alissa had provided two names – both former Whispers who’d been drummed out at an early age, just like Rosella.  Both older than her, but perhaps they’d been vulnerable to the “Keeper’s” lies, just like Rosella had been.  Severine Boudray.  Dashiel Vaughn.

Fact:  Just because Rosella had turned down the job to kill Alissa didn’t mean the other two had turned it down as well.

Fact:  Torres, that old “Keeper,” had an ex-wife in Ebonhawke, which was where Vaughn had been recently seen.  The ex-wife was one Bettina Gray, who had no job and a lot of coin.  Names, an address, a potential motive – they all lined up like soldiers in a row.

Shadow billowed up to cover the Grenth statue in a way only one man would recognize.  Perhaps he’d be in the mood to go hunting with her.  One could never tell.

Fiesty flirty and probably dangerous :P

“His name was Nox.  Lord Nox DeLaney.   Have you ever heard of him?  Oh, you would’ve, but has the world?”

“Benito darling, he’s as dead as a fabulous jade-carved doorknob.  No one will hear from him again.  No one messes with the Refuge and lives to tell the story.”

Flyers were sent off all over Tyria, and pinned to various bulletin boards, in anticipation of the upcoming Festival of Lights, to be held in Amnoon.   While the details were vague for the time being, the following message appeared alongside the announcement, offering some elaboration on the event’s intent:

It is time Tyrians of all walks of life joined together in honoring what makes us strong, resilient, cooperative, altruistic, and optimistic about Tyria’s future.  Join us in celebrating the victory of light trumping darkness, knowledge overcoming ignorance, good defeating evil, kindness over cruelty, and hope challenging despair.   Now that we’ve made contact with our brothers and sisters in Amnoon and Elona, it’s time to rejoice and celebrate this milestone –while forging more alliances in the future, for the sake of Tyria and its people.

No further information was provided, beyond a date and a location. But it was evident the flier meant to spread the word and start a chain effect, for the sake of peace and collaboration.

(( This is happening June 2nd, starting at 3 PST/ 6 EST, although there will be pre-event RP aboard the airship that will transport folks from Kryta to Amnoon if folks choose to take the offered transport IC!   More deets to come, but wooo!  Festival of Lights!  Spread the word!   Also, tagging interested parties:

Previously

1330 AE Sandswept Isles, Rata Primus

Keep your head down and gather what information you can. Keep your head down and gather what information you can.

The words tumbled through Eoxxa’s mind as she went about repairing golems throughout the complex.  Fortunately, she had been assigned near the main lab areas.  Still a horrifying experience, but it was far enough away from where the Awakened had infested the city.

She thought back to when she was younger and when her mother, Vixx, took her undercover into Rata Sum.  That city was beautiful and colourful, the people busily moving about with many willing to answer questions from a young progeny.  She’d even read the documentation that was recorded regarding the discovery of Rata Novus, and oh how she would love to explore that region.  But Rata Primus was not either of those things.

Rata Primus was dark, foreboding, hot and nerve wracking.  She worried for her own safety and for the safety of her golem.  It felt wrong to reprogram his colour markings, but in order to fit in he would have to look like an Inquest golem.  She’d even programmed him to tell falsehoods.  Eoxxa’s golem was her recording device as she worked repairing damaged golems.

Many of them, she implanted a recurring virus that would shut the golem down when ordered to take hostile actions.  Other times she would program them to merely patrol an area without stopping.  She was able to come up with all sorts of reasons for these malfunctions; sand, humidity, oxidation of the circuitry. and various other things that come with having a city at the edge of an island chain.

Her one blessing was she had a contact in the Olmakhan village.  There, she could smuggle information who would then pass it on. At least those charr would be relieved to know someone was working from the inside to tear the system down.  At least, that’s the brave face she put on for them.  Inside, she was terrified.  These Inquest weren’t anything like the ones in Dry Top.  Eoxxa didn’t even know if Sheriff Wennemein would be able to talk these ones down.  They were organized and they were ruthless.

So for the time being, Eoxxa kept her head down and focused on personal goals.  There was a Mark Y golem that seemed to be discarded to the north of the city, maybe she could repair it and reprogram it.  Then she’d have a second ally to work in this city.

“Golemancer Biffa,” a voice called out.  Eoxxa paid no mind as she began to carefully remove a circuit board from a discarded golem.  “Golemancer Biffa!” the voice called out again, this time with a little more authority, and again Eoxxa continued to work.  “BIFFA!” the voice shouted out and a rough hand grabbed Eoxxa’s shoulder.

“What! What? WHAT!?” Eoxxa cried out as she suddenly remembered her code name for this operation.

“I called you three times,” the asura said with a scowl.  “What could be so important that you ignore a simple request?”  The asura was an older fellow, an extremely stern look in his eyes and one who appeared to have little to no patience.

“My apologies, I was pulling the usable circuit boards out of these malfunctioned golems and cleaning them so they might be used in other golems,” Eoxxa explained somewhat nervously.

The older asura perked an eyebrow and thought for a moment, watching Eoxxa carefully.  “That is… actually capital thinking, Biffa.  However, the reason I need to speak with you is because we are reassigning you to the inner labs.  Several of the systems require maintenance and our usual technicians are… not available.”

Eoxxa took a deep breath.  ‘Not available’ sometimes meant they had fallen victim to whatever it was that was happening in the labs.  “I’ll go there right away, sir.  I’ll clean up here and gather my things.”

“Very good, Biffa,” the asura said kurtly, then turned on a heel and went about his business.

Eoxxa took a deep breath and then looked to her golem.  “I don’t think I want to be here anymore,” she whispered quietly.

Chancellor/Lady Larkspur - 

May the sun be shining brightly on you, as you read these words. 

There is something I would ask of you. A meeting of friends. May I call you one? I feel we have spoken as friends in the past. 

Such are the times we live in, that concerns have arisen in Elona.  I seek your aid and counsel in addressing these concerns.  

Looking forward to your response. 

Warm winds and regards, 

Herald Kahlil Hibran of Elona

“These Krytans claim friendship as they loot our treasures from under our very noses. Our heritage lies in the halls of their museum. This is why I will go to their Capitol. This is why I will demand the return of what belongs to us. Are you with me Brothers and Sisters?”