Moderated Supply Run [Iashiri]

Iashiri is recruited for a task that could bring Immortal favor.

Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?

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Supply Run [Iashiri]

Thu Apr 11, 2019 3:15 am

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Supply Run


20th trial of Cylus, arc 719

So many eyes....ears....TOO many.
Since when?....

Etzos had always been watchful, it was known; but this was of a different sort. This was not the city guard spying out her course through the Commercial Ring. These were citizens! Taking it upon themselves to note her path.

It should never have been something she'd have ever felt the need to appreciate; that simple-minded human riff-raff were not following her. She'd never had cause to care one way or the other before. Yet her looks back consistently found at least one set of eyes peering around walls or buildings to ensure her exit from their neighborhood. Soon she had to stop her back glances, as they only seemed to compound the suspicion she found herself under.

Eventually a malicious grin found her lips. 'Very well then, people of Etzos,' she thought in her native Gravokian, 'You have brought this upon one of your own.' Swordmistress Fielondra did not fear for uncertainty of her escape, that much, at least, was a given. The blessings of her Great Mother ensured it. The detail that needed securing, as far as this spontaneous surveillance went, was that the sister she was meeting here needed to retain anonymity.

A swift recall brought the name 'Iashiri' and the location of her adobe unit in the southeast housing quarter to mind. Fielondra was now approaching the Southern Medical Station. 'Yes....yes, that would be perfect.' her mind crowed in hateful satisfaction.

Tactical training quickly assessed a semi-hidden location where an assault could take place where it would likely be seen, but appear to have been chosen in hopes of the opposite result. She stalled inside the medical facility, one of the two major units constructed in concert with the gates serving their given entrances to the city proper. Stalled just long enough to hear a name spoken, and a response given, so she could be sure the name was correct. The appearance of legitimacy was important.

She slipped the ring of rank from her finger, something the local guard would now be likely to know on sight. There was enough newly-shared knowledge of Etzori and Augierian protocols to ensure this, thanks to the visit by Wrath and Lust, two of Augiery's Vice Queens, to Etzos an arc and a half ago. The competency of the staff in this station was not unimpressive, though overly concerned with the saving of those so maimed as to be of little use after what treatment they could be provided. 'What use are crippled men?' she posed herself in disgust.

First, the naerikk liberated a vial of Scarf Rot from a cabinet, the resulting medium showing it had been processed for its sleep agent capacity. Then, although she played the part of someone trying to be unnoticed, her sudden snatching of the named medic, and subsequent accusation of theft quickly transformed the general atmosphere of competency into chaos.

"Where is it, you filthy stain? You stole it! My ring! I need it back, maggot!" As Fielondra wrestled with the now-terrified medic, she slipped her ring into his deep frock pocket. Other staff members soon converged and she seemed to simply will her sword into her hand. It drove through the chest of her victim just as easily, as the swordmistress now uttered a piercing shriek of fury and bolted out the door, bloody sword in hand; hastening across the corner of the Stables area to hit the Southern Gate ramp at an angle to bring her into the southeast housing quarter. It had no appearance of being a planned direction.

She knew there would be quick ad hoc pursuit. But the important thing was that those culturally informed guards that first arrived at the scene would find the ring and believe that the medic may have truly possessed a Naerikk Swordmistress' ring of status. It would then be no real surprise to them that the warrior woman had slain him. Fielondra knew from past experience that even this one element of cultural understanding would cause some of those guards to feel that the medic had been a fool and gotten what he'd had coming. It would provide them an alternative reason for a Naerikk Swordmistress to be in town, besides mischief and espionage.

Now it was to locate Iashiri's home, misdirect pursuit, and have the meeting she'd come for. She smiled wickedly. There was mischief and espionage to arrange.
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Re: Supply Run [Iashiri]

Sat Apr 13, 2019 1:48 am

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“No… it will be too diluted to even work…” She muttered to herself, in her home language of Gravokian, while walking around her house, the floor already showing a soft circle mark from all the times she had done the exact same thing. Paper and a small stick of charcoal filled the center of this circle. “Maybe increase the dosage?” She mumbled while kneeling down, grabbing the charcoal and writing some notes. “No… I would have to use a large cart’s worth of barrels for it to work… I need something else…”

She sighed, dropping the charcoal back on the pile of papers and standing up. She was frustrated. She had been making plans for almost one hundred trials now and she was finding something that she would have to deal with first every time. The method… the effect… the obstacles… For her plan to work, everything needed to work perfectly. She couldn’t leave anything to chance. Three things were certain however… she would need large amounts of coin, she would need to create a specific poison, and most importantly…

“I need help…” She mumbled while resuming her walk around the room. She was definitely going to need help with her plan… Both for the manufacturing and for the delivery… But who? The professor? He definitely has the knowledge to help with the manufacturing of the product. “But he’s too good… He will tell the guards about it…” He was too risky to use. What about the underground? Couldn’t she use them? They would surely have the means for the delivery, but could they be trusted? What would they gain from it? “No… I have no idea what they would do…”

“I need time.” She said to herself before stopping and staring at the pile of papers. She needed time to acquire connections and understand who could work with her, and to do that, she would need to have some kind of renown… “Or special powers…” she again muttered with a smile on her face. That was too silly, but possibly the one thing that could increase her chances with the plan.

She lifted her eyes to the sky, smiling. “Mother Audrae, would you bless your daughter so that her plans could work in your favor?” She mumbled softly in her mother language, hopeful for some kind of sign, but knowing that she probably wouldn’t be answered. After some time, she lowered her head and let out a little chuckle just before a knock on her door bought her gaze straight to it, a soft prayer escaping her lips… “Mother Audrae?”

She shook her head which made her mind fall back from the clouds… “It’s not her.” She mumbled, her gaze now falling to the many incriminating papers in the middle of the floor. “Just a moment” she exclaimed and with a swift movement, knelt down on the floor and began gathering her plans to poison the water supply, dropping them inside a small wardrobe once everything was gathered. Afterwards, she approached the door and shook the dust of her knees before gently opening the door and peeking out with a the same fake smile she had practiced many times. “Can I help you?” She asked.

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Re: Supply Run [Iashiri]

Sun Apr 14, 2019 4:02 am

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There was a delicate balance required for her Audnev abilities' peak efficiency. Many of the Great Shadow's powers that had been bestowed to her required shadows to empower them; yet other also needed shadows to be able to be deeply cast, which required contrasting levels of light. While some might view this as a limitation, Fielondra scoffed with delight in its versatility.

Other Immortals' blessings were too heavily keyed on this or that element, or emotion, or time of the trial. Audnev gave powerful boons at ALL times of the trial. Now, the approach of dusk brought an ironic sneer to her face. The domain of the self-righteous Xiur, who despised the Mistress of Secrets so deeply; his loathing coming from the very source that would be all the more defiled with this new plan. Treid's moons, Xiur's dusk, Faldrun's anger; all tied together by the Great Mother's innovation.

Dusk provided Fielondra with the greatest contrast of light and shade. And she used it now as she passed from shadow to shadow, seeking the home of the one on whom the Dark Lady had bid her to make contact. This took little time, as it turned out. She praised the memory of the Augierian cartographers that had provided her map. Time was shortened further by the use of her "Dark Reflection", an ability that allowed these same shadows to act as mirrors to her vision.

Such ease it was to monitor the comings and goings of those who sought her. Their words filled with the typical arrogance of males; promising that they understood what had prompted her violent act against the medic, and that they'd accept her surrender with no violence done to her. She shook her head in contempt, 'As if males could boast of true understanding, or be of such stature as to accept any surrender of a daughter of Audrae.'

The only possible redemption would be if they had been cleverly trying to provoke a revealing outburst from her. That would be the one tactic of which they could possibly be worthy. But she was not so undisciplined as to fall for such a basic ploy. So having found the home she sought, and kept track of the locations of her enemies, it was time for the final trick. Deception at its subtle best.

Like that which was considered the "Gift" of shadow, a power which all the daughters of Audrae possessed, There was a blessing that allowed a far more controlled severing of a naer's shadowy essence. But this was not directly inflicted upon the essence of a victim. Rather it was sent on a mission of misdirection. There were limitless ways to use this power, but this scenario called for something none too slick. She simply sent her shadow down the streets and alleys of that housing quarter, always allowing it to be seen and pursued, the glaring angle of her sword giving credence to its identity.

Soon pursuit was distant memory. Fielondra came forth from a nearby shadow and stepped up to the door. She kept her back to the door as she rapped on it; hard enough to be unmistakable but soft enough not to carry too far. She heard the response, holding no annoyance for the slight delay. Her use now of the "Face of Shadows" ability would make sufficient adjustments to how she would appear to those few passersby that ventured out when the Black Guard was loudly declaring the presence of a danger at large.

None gave her a second glance, and soon the door opened. The voice spoke of some nervousness, but that could be attributed to numerous things. Fielondra simply backed through the doorway into the home of the woman, who stepped free with a soft snort of annoyed surprise. Fielondra was not disrespectful though. She immediately bowed and dropped to one knee.

In most circumstances, rank would deny the necessity of such a gesture. The look on this Iashiri's face made it plain that she recognized the rank of her visitor and was astounded at the display of subordinance. Fielondra suppressed a grin. The acknowledgement of the departure from protocol was sufficient. It was more important that iashiri understand how vital she was, and this display would serve to accomplish that.

"Iashiri, alchemist and loyal sister. It is not how you can help me, but how you can help our Divine Mother. She has a plan and a need, and you are instrumental to both. Whatever you are presently working on is to be shelved for now. It may come as a surprise to you to know that Etzos is a potential ally in a grand scheme."
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