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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 17, 2011 20:09:56 GMT -5
Rules 1. For those involved in the meeting. 2. Bring cake 3. 1 day until you're skipped (so we get at least a round a day) 4. Did I mention cake?
Setting: Seriah and company are waiting for Valmar and company, at the tavern, to discuss the attack on Cados and the castle. The Dragon's Keep is closed to the public.
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The warlord leaned over a table, intense blue eyes looking over the plans of the castle. The plan's were somewhat dated, and there were surely secret passageways beyond what he'd managed to uncover, but it only took one to give them a way into the castle. He pulled his fingers through his thick locks, letting them tangle in the somewhat unruly dark hair.
As long as Valmar arrived tonight, they were making good. Seriah reached over, folding and unfolding a corner of the map. If he stared at lines much longer, that was going to be all he could see. At this point he was fairly sure he could recreate the plan's from memory.
He felt calmer than he'd expected too.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 17, 2011 20:28:41 GMT -5
Ashemir sat at Seriah's side, looking from the warlord to the map to the door. He dreaded the moment that Valmar came into the tavern, although the general couldn't possibly do anything to him in the open. But there were a few things he wanted to say to Valmar, and even though he would claim he didn't care, he was concerned about the judging looks that the general might throw his way.
He had brought his small satchel worn at his side and strapped over his chest, carrying only perfume at this point in time, while his battleaxe rested on his chair. The longer they sat there, the more nerve-wracking it felt. Ashemir shifted nervously, chains clinking, and he was glad that he didn't have to breathe, because he was sure that he'd forget to given the tension.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Jan 17, 2011 21:01:45 GMT -5
Malcolm, perhaps not the best war-strategist but damned if he wasn’t the best tavern-owner, of course, attended the meeting. Sure it wasn’t within his own interests, but they had decided to meet up at his bar, so he might was well show a little hospitality to the oddballs with the plan to take over the world. And, without a doubt, hospitality in a tavern started with a round of booze.
Balanced by experience, he strolled over to the only occupied table with four mugs of ale, setting three at the end of the table, one each (to start) for Seriah, Ashemir, and Draven. The last he kept for himself, though he stood a little to the side of the table. Sure there were open seats, but no need to get too deep into the plot. He considered himself more of a drinker than a fighter, and whatever sort of map the warlord currently pored over was a bit too weird-strategist-like for Malcolm.
...Speaking of weird, the silence wasn’t all too comforting either. Malcolm sighed, taking a swig from his own mug. “A quiet group, aren’t we?” he said, rolling his eyes. “Even if we are waiting for someone, it doesn’t mean you all can’t talk.”
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 17, 2011 21:15:15 GMT -5
Draven sat on Seriah's other side, looking rather worn out. Coming to Cados hadn't really been good on him in his weakened state and so he sat, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed loosely over his chest. Cloak draped over the back of his chair, harness on the floor beside him, he turned his dull bronze eyes on Malcolm as the bartender spoke. He didn't think he could talk at the moment without feeling even more weary. So, instead, he looked at the other two, blinking slowly, looking like he could use a good night's rest. Not that he'd admit he still wasn't up to par... He cleared his throat and sat forward a little more. "I suppose we can talk," he muttered, holding back as much of his weariness as he could.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Jan 18, 2011 14:42:05 GMT -5
Valmar walked through the street of Cados. It's been an awfully long time since he walked through these streets. After encamping his army a few miles away from the city walls, he wondered if their position was safe. But, he was confident that Brutus is doing a good job watching over the troops, and if worse comes to shove, they'll be able to solve it.
The general walked through the doors the nearly abandoned bar. He saw the table that was occupied by Seriah, a sickly Draven, and that bitch. He made a meancing glare at Ashemir before making his report to the warlord. "Pleasant to meet you, my lord," he greeted with a bow before taking a seat, "If it doesn't hurt, I brought along some guests. They are going to be quite useful to our cause."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 18, 2011 14:58:08 GMT -5
It was directly after Valmar's statement that the ambassador entered the tavern. He glanced around coolly before striding forward, gaze falling on the general for a moment. His eyes then flicked to who he presumed were the other vampires. Hm. How interesting. He moved forward, coming to a stop a reasonable distance from the table. "Alerick Brenthor, at your service." The inside of his mouth was stained red as he had just a few minutes ago fed himself on a cow- he was so thirsty all the time, which irritated him greatly, but he supposed there was nothing he could do about it.
He began to study each for a moment. His plan relied solely on his ability to blend in with these blood sucking monsters. Even as a vampire himself, he still couldn't get himself into the mindset of one- he still refrained from killing anyone yet. His hands clasped behind his back, a single eyebrow raising as he examined the map below. "Just how old is that map, hm?" Very, apparently. He was no expert of the castle's architecture, but he knew that it wasn't exactly as it was on the map- there were renovations done since the time it was created, obviously. However, he doubted there were enough changed to be crippling to the vampires, unfortunately.
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Post by Vieko Ainger on Jan 18, 2011 18:32:02 GMT -5
And it wasn't too long when Raphael entered the tavern, the hood of his cloak drawn over his head to hide his face in shadow. He had activated the blood necklace twenty minutes before, eight hours and forty minutes left, but between a whole meeting of vampires, he'd like to have twenty four hours. Was it possible that he could steal more necklaces? He wondered where the other races would store them.
But even though he was meeting with the vampires, his thoughts were still on the advisor throwing coins at him with disgust, like he was a common whore. Vieko didn't want his gold; he wanted his acceptance. Was it even possible to take the time to get along with all races? The spy had recited over and over again what he might tell the vampires, after he had scoured the barracks for documents. Unfortunately, most of the key reports of preparations had been taken to the captain's room, which was tightly guarded.
Raphael stepped over closer to Valmar, since the general was the only one he knew in any way, shape, or form. This war came at the worst time possible... now that he had the means to get to know others better, he didn't have the time to get to know them at all.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 19, 2011 17:08:23 GMT -5
Seriah looked up at Malcolm as the man suggested they talk, blinking a few times before it registered to him that there'd been silence while he'd been studying the map. Right, talking. Before he could think of just what to say, the other half of the group entered the tavern. He stood when Valmar entered, studying the two unknown men, until he recognized Brenthor's name.
Well, he'd never seen such a.. portly.. vampire. Had to wonder what that looked like moving at vampire speed. "Well met. I'm Seriah Desislov, if my name isn't known to either of you." Turning the castle's ambassador seemed like an uncharacteristically strategic of Valmar, but it didn't seem like a dangerous one, by any means. "Castles don't tend to change a great deal over the ears." He answered to the accusation that his map was old. It was a damn good map! He'd worked hard getting it as up to date as it was. He turned his gaze to the hooded character, asking so he or Valmar could answer, "And this is..?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 19, 2011 17:36:49 GMT -5
Ashemir tried not to wrinkle his nose when the ale was placed down in front of him. It smelled awful, and he pushed it away with gentle taps. “We’re hardly a day away from carrying out the most critical task of our lives; forgive us if we aren’t the ones for small talk right now,” he said sharply to Malcom. All during the trip to Cados, besides keeping an eye on Draven to make sure the mercenary was holding up alright, the blonde kept imagining what might happen should they fail, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he would have to forfeit his home, and most other places he thought would be secluded. It was very likely that most vampires would be hunted down and killed, if they didn’t flee the continent altogether, and who knew how tightly guarded the humans would keep the docks, and if they’d keep wereanimals around to smell any fleeing vampire.
Then Valmar came into the tavern, and at his glare, Ashemir glanced away, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling. Well, that wasn’t a good indication of anything…. And apparently the general came with his own entourage, the first of which caused his blonde brows to both furrow and shoot up. What the hell was THAT? It was some… bearded barrel. Good Lord! And he smelled like a vampire, Ashemir finally realized. A vampire?? What the hell?? Who thought THAT was a good idea?? In fact, the blonde didn’t catch anything of what the fat man said, too shocked and trapped in his own thoughts to listen. Then the second figure came, and that was more acceptable, if still a little unnerving.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Jan 19, 2011 18:54:52 GMT -5
Ho-hum. Draven was, as expected, numbly unenthusiastic, Seriah looked as if he’d only just remembered he wasn’t alone, and Ashemir was blunt and bitter. Malcolm sighed, but dropped the subject; the other group had picked the perfect time to walk in so that they wouldn’t interrupt anything. (You know, on the off-chance any of the downers actually spoke.)
The first one that walked in was familiar from the meeting (probably the General Valmar they’d been expecting), and the third was a complete stranger to Malcolm. But the second one...He’d been to the Dragon’s Keep, right? He felt like he could distinctly recall two posh-looking gentlemen dropping by a while ago, but he didn’t think he had names on them. And oddly enough, they seemed to be short one scrawny timid fellow. Ah well, a question for another time.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 19, 2011 18:59:37 GMT -5
Draven turned his gaze toward the sound of the door opening and people entering. Alright, so Valmar was there... He leaned back slightly and watched the two he didn't know. Introductions at a time like this... Why did it even matter who they were? They were here helping, right? He shook his head slightly and stifled a yawn, attempting to make it look more bored than tired. Practically impossible for him at the moment. He needed to get himself into the mindset of what was going on. Another impossible matter. Oh well, at least he'd pick up details he'd need for later. He sat in silence, doing his best to look as if he were fine so that Valmar wouldn't question him (or anyone else for that matter).
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Jan 19, 2011 19:47:36 GMT -5
It was humorous seeing the reactions of the other vampires when they took sight of Brenthor, particularly Ashemir. Have they ever seen an obese person before? Though, Draven was too sickly to so any shock. Poor fellow. When Seriah asked who the other mysteryman was, Valmar promptly replied, "This is Rapheal. He wishes to help us with our cause, and he has been providing us with some useful information, primarily overwatching the security of the city to ensure us when is the perfect time to attack."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 19, 2011 19:53:25 GMT -5
Well seeing as Seriah didn't ask for his knowledge on how the map had changed. Brenthor just shrugged and looked to Raphael. Why hire a spy when Valmar had Brenthor there? Damn, what a pain. It was going to make lying a lot harder. Although perhaps not very. After all, he'd hardly have access to all the areas that he would have. His arms crossed and he remained silent, thinking. Incidentally, when he got back to the castle, he was going to force them to switch up the watch times. After all, it would hardly be to his favor if this was /too/ easy for the vampires.
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Post by Vieko Ainger on Jan 19, 2011 20:24:02 GMT -5
Raphael raised his hand to wave slightly when the others looked at him. Hey, he had a hood on, people were supposed to take the hint and not look at him! "I have information on the guard shifts, and on some of the preparations that they have made," he said. "Security on the streets and around the castle is tight, and the guards change shifts and patrol to a new post around every two hours. They have archers ready, and the castle's bridge is being left up most of the time." Raphael paused briefly, trying to remember if he had uncovered anything else.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 20, 2011 17:07:51 GMT -5
Seriah nodded at the new information Raphael passed on- apparently a very useful person to have. He settled himself back in his chair, thinking for a moment. "Well, I suggest we plunge right into things." He pushed the castle map towards Valmar, for the other vampire's benefit. "I imagine that I will take a group of vampires through this passageway, and any additional men you wish to send in can come through with us, or through another passage that's marked. Most of the servant passages are shown as well, which should make getting to any area of the castle quick and easy. First thing we should send a small group up the castle wall to take out the archers and guards as shifts change. They can lower the drawbridge depending upon how successful they are. You're essentially leading two attacks, one on Cados itself, and the other on the castle specifically." He was hoping Cados mostly being civilians, it wouldn't take as much man power so they could focus on the castle, but either way, it was his generals responsibility. He looked at Valmar, waiting for any farther information, agreements, or disagreement- though anyone else was also welcome to give their input.
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