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Smoke's Poison, Part 4

Sat Nov 30, 2019 3:57 pm

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Zi'da 10, Arc 719

The Mortalborn rushed outside, into the hallway – and stopped for a moment in order to orient himself. It seemed as if a class had just ended. There were students everywhere now, chatting loudly and blocking his path. It took him several trills to spot Smoke, some distance away from him, behind a group of dark-haired people that had inconveniently positioned himself in the middle of the hallway and seemed to have no intention of leaving anytime soon. Her bright red hair shone like a beacon.

He watched her for a few tills before he abruptly spun around – and moved in the opposite direction, past the alchemy laboratory where he had met her, around a corner and down a narrow staircase. If he followed her, he would never be able to catch up with her, not when there was a crowd in the hallway that would slow him down. If he took a brief detour, on the other hand, there might still be a chance.

The staircase led to an old classroom that wasn’t in use anymore and eventually to a basement. From there, he ascended another staircase to the ground floor and finally moved towards the entrance hall, quickening his pace. When the door finally came into view, he allowed himself to stop for a moment, slightly winded, before he took a look around.

There were a couple of students as well as professors, but Smoke was nowhere to be seen yet.

That was good.

He positioned himself behind a column so that she wouldn’t be able to see him immediately, and then he waited. As he had hoped, she appeared in the entrance hall but a few trills later. The same crowd that would have gotten in his way if he had tried to follow her had apparently slowed her down.

The moment that she moved towards the door – she was not paying a lot of attention to what was happening around her - he stepped forward. She froze abruptly and looked at him in shock. For a moment it seemed as if she would drop the vials that she was carrying.

“You!” she blurted out before she hissed, “What do you want from me?”

“Smoke?” he asked in a cool tone, rather than answering her question, grabbed her arm, holding her in place, in case she decided to try and run and met her gaze. “I’d like to have a word with you, if you don’t mind. Follow me to my office. I’d rather talk to you in private. Act as if you are coming with me voluntarily. If you don’t cooperate, I will alert the guards”, he added.

“You don’t know who I am”, she retorted, her eyes ablaze.

His lips twisted into the semblance of a smile – he found her attempt at intimidation to be fairly laughable, he had faced beings that had been far more powerful than she could ever hope to become – before he said one word, quietly, so that nobody else would be able to hear him, “Yludih.”

Her eyes widened instantly, he was pleased to note. Up until that moment, he had not been absolutely sure if she was an Yludih or a Blessed of Syroa, like him. He had taken a chance.

“How … how did you find out?” she stammered, slightly panicked.

“I’m familiar with your kind”, he said.

“Will you come with me now?” he asked.

She nodded mutely, resigning herself to her fate.

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Re: Smoke's Poison, Part 4

Sat Nov 30, 2019 4:02 pm

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“You are not a run-of-the-mill academic”, Smoke remarked as he opened the door to his office and ushered her inside before closed it again. She looked around with fascination, momentarily forgetting that she was supposed to be afraid of him or, maybe, mad at him.

He had replaced the furniture that the room come with, with much more luxurious furniture a while ago as he had no interest in spending the trial in something that looked like an oversized prison cell.

There were a desk that was made of dark wood and covered with intricate carvings that he had imported from Rynmere, back before the Plague, and shelves made of a rare kind of wood that came from Scalvoris as well as fine carpets, among other things.

Instead of a painting, an old sword hung on the wall behind the desk, the same sword that he had wounded an Immortal with once.

He had kept it as a reminder of what he considered to be the beginning of his ascension.

The Mortalborn inclined his head in order to confirm Smoke’s suspicion that he was not like the rest of his colleagues before he sat down behind the desk and gestured for her to take a seat opposite of him.

She did so with a certain amount of trepidation and looked at him expectantly.

“I know what you have done”, he informed her in a matter-of-fact tone, having decided to get straight to the point, and met her gaze. “I know that you have been distributing drugs and selling spiked alcohol. I have treated some of your victims.”

“I want you to stop. I’m tired of finding a new drug victim on my examination table every time I enter the Infirmary. They are getting in the way of my research”,
he told her.

“You will find that I’m not entirely unreasonable”, he continued. “We might be able to come to an agreement. I could make things considerably easier for you if you cooperate.”

“I won’t sleep with you!”
she blurted out, crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at him.

“I don’t expect you to”, he retorted coolly. “I’m not the kind of man that lets a criminal get away if she shares his bed; besides, you are not my type. No, what I want you to do is the following. First of all, I want one of your vials, an secondly I want you to write down the ingredients that you used for your potion so that I can make an antidote”, he told her, removed a piece of paper and a quill from a drawer of his desk and slid them across the desk.

Her hand trembled slightly as she started to write, and she occasionally looked up at him as if she were wondering about something – or, perhaps, rather afraid of something.

“I’m not entirely sure what exactly the punishment for what you did is”, he admitted in a slightly more casual tone. “But it is without a doubt harsh. People have been lashed for petty crimes. Thieves usually lose a hand, and blasphemers lose their tongue. Your concoctions almost killed someone. Brewing potions without hands will be next to impossible.”

“The authorities might decide to be lenient if you tell them that you regret it, that it was a mistake and that you intend to make amends though”,
he continued.

“For that reason, you will accompany me. You will tell the authorities that I found you, that we talked and that you are sorry and promise to never do anything like that again.”

“I will confirm what you said.”

“You will also give them the rest of the vials”
, he added.

“That doesn’t sound like a particularly good deal”, she remarked and scoffed.

“Once you have been punished appropriately”, he spoke, ignoring her comment. “You may visit me here again. From what I saw in the laboratory, you are quite a skilled alchemist. I may occasionally need the help of someone like you. Two people tend to get things done faster. I want you to work for me rather than against me.”

“And what if they whip me and hack my hands of regardless?”
she asked. She narrowed her eyes, and her mouth resembled a thin red line.

“It’s your only chance”, he said and shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll either drag you the authorities or you come with me voluntarily, apologize to them and hope for the best.”

“I’ll give you five bits to make up your mind”,
he informed her, took the piece of paper with her list and the vial, put them away, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair and waited.

~ ~ ~

In the end, Smoke followed him through the Academy and the snow-covered streets of Viden all the way to where her fate would be decided, making a face the entire time. The woman, the Mortalborn observed, could be a bit of a pain in the proverbial, but he was confident that he would be able to take care of her attitude problem and put her to good use.

And if they hacked her hands off, whipped her to death or exiled her after all (or she decided not to take him up on his offer), well, then he would have gained something from it regardless.

Stopping a criminal alchemist would put him in good standing with those that were in charge of Viden, and there would probably be someone else that he would be able to put to use in his laboratory eventually.

He'd win either way.
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I'm doing the Information Sought bounty. This is the final part.
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Ring of Reversal: Doran owns a Ring of Reversal. He's always wearing it, unless stated otherwise.

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Ever Alluring I: The bearer has an enhanced constitution, staying strong and healthy in conditions where others would wilt and fall ill. Scars never remain, disease rarely seems to visibly touch the bearer, and he/she recovers from injuries much faster than the average member of their race. The bearer seems to age more slowly, though the effect is superficial rather than biological. In addition, everyone encountered is subconsciously attracted to the bearer, even those of incompatible sexual orientation. Those of alternate tastes may not feel compelled to flirt or pursue the marked, but the spark of incomprehensible arousal, however slight, is there all the same.
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Re: Smoke's Poison, Part 4

Mon Dec 02, 2019 11:54 pm


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Doran

Doran Thetys
Skill Points: +10 (cannot be used for magic)
Magic XP: None.

Renown: +15 (stopping a moderate crime, and getting publicly involved with the authorities to turn the bounty in)

Injuries/Overstepping: None.
Wealth Points: None.
Loot: A reward for stopping Smoke will be granted by Tempest later on.

Skill Knowledge:
  • Endurance: Running up and down stairs
  • Intimidation: Threatening to alert the guards
  • Intimidation: Talking about the punishment someone might receive
  • Intimidation: Telling an Yludih that you know what they are
  • Intimidation: Intimidation can help someone make up their mind
  • Strength: Holding someone’s arm tightly
Non-Skill Knowledge:
  • none requested.
Notes: n/a.

A nice conclusion to a series. I only caught bits and pieces of the previous threads, but this seemed to be consistent with the rest of what I did see. Doran's specific experiences, given his knowledge about Yludih, seemed tailored for this bounty so it's good that he took it on.

Doran's flavor of willingness to allow unethical behaviors, as long as it doesn't create an obstacle to his research or his own reputation, was delivered with straightforwardness and came across when he talked. The starting premise of the crowded hall started it out with a moment of tension, but by the time they were talking in his office, Doran had such thorough command of the situation that I wasn't too worried for him. Which makes sense, given his position in the city and personal skills.

The writing style here is minimalist, mostly focused on visual descriptions and dialogue, which goes well with Doran's character and keeps it firmly rooted in his perspective through the narrative. In this way, the environments that surround Doran seem to symbolize parts of his character (the dark wood, the mantled sword, etc.) and lends possible character insight for the reader to add to the logic of his thoughts and dialogue.

Great job and enjoy your rewards!

PM me if you have any questions, issues or concerns.

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