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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 22, 2011 14:10:18 GMT -5
1. Open for anyone who wants to join. If you've ever wanted to interact with Lysand, but haven't had a reason to go into the castle, then, well this is your chance.
2. The usual.
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He felt dirty. Incredibly so. Pulling his brown cloak closer around himself, he glanced around from under the hood, until satisfied that no one recognized who he was. The cloak itself was as plain as could be- the only thing he owned that would hide his finer clothes. Normally he would have no reason to hide his identity, but he hardly wanted anyone to recognize that the high advisor was just in the slums- making a purchase of a book no less.
The ratty old book in question was safely tucked away in his satchel, hidden among all the books and documents he carried on himself regularly. There was no chance that anyone could find it, yet knowing it was there... Made him feel so dirty.
He didn't know what made him buy the book from he slums. His reasoning had been that if he wanted to continue his relationship with Banez then he would need to know how to... But he wasn't, going to continue that relationship with Banez. It was a sin. The guard captain would never sin willingly... Not without a little persuasion.
His mouth went dry, a hand raising to cover it. Suddenly feeling a bit warm, he allowed himself to lower his hood, satisfied that no one in the crowd would see where he had left from. Why was he so at ease with sinning? Even worse; to make another man sin... He moved to lean against the wall, trying to collect himself. He needed to think on this. He really did.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Feb 1, 2011 22:52:31 GMT -5
Damnable vampires... Making him one of them. Oh sure, it all sounded fine and dandy at the time, but now he found himself left with an insatiable thirst... The scent of human surrounded him, and he was certain that if he lost control... Well, he wouldn't be able to keep his secret anymore, that's for sure.
As he entered the market place, a certain figure caught his eye. Tobias Lysand? A sudden urge came over him; the man was dressed to blend in. If he grabbed him and pulled him into an alleyway, then no one would know that he- But no. He already promised himself that he wouldn't drink a human's blood. Instead he walked up to him, careful to keep his teeth hidden as he spoke. "Hiding from something, Lysand?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 1, 2011 22:58:19 GMT -5
Lysand gave a start as a familiar voice spoke to him. His eyes moved to find Brenthor standing before him, and he cursed himself for removing his hood. "No, I'm not hiding from something. I'm simply out for a walk." Wait, Brenthor was back? Already? "You must have ridden nonstop to be able to make such a quick return. Pray, tell me. What say the werewolves? And the werecats. Will they help us?" He leaned toward him slightly, nerves beginning to feel jittery again. What if they said no?
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Feb 3, 2011 17:38:39 GMT -5
Oh shit. He nearly forgot that he was supposed to talk to the werewolves and werecats. After all, he could hardly go to them in his current state... Brenthor offered the advisor a slight shrug. They promised that they'd do all they could. They're scrambling to get a force together as we speak. But I wouldn't count on their help. After all, we both know what happened the last time we did. I'm sure you'd be just aghast if you were to be separated from your precious guard captain again, hmm?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 3, 2011 17:43:24 GMT -5
Lysand nearly blushed at Brenthor's last comment. Nearly. Somehow, it seemed as if the book he had hidden away was five hundred times heavier. He met the ambassador's gaze unflinchingly. "Of course it would be unfortunate if Captain Gladpath was slain or taken by the enemy. His replacement was insufferable and incompetent." He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. Well, Cruz was dead now, according to reports, and he wasn't usually one to speak ill of the dead, but he needed something to keep Brenthor of his back about Banez.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Feb 3, 2011 17:47:06 GMT -5
"Oh? Is that the only reason?" Brenthor purred. He nearly grinned at him, but managed to keep himself in check. "I thought perhaps another had broken through your cold facade." He allowed himself a crooked smile. "So then, are you saying that he is as dispensable as the rest? You will of course, get rid of him when he's of no more use to you?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 3, 2011 17:52:06 GMT -5
"Of course I would," Lysand replied smoothly. "What do you take me for, a sentimental fool? But don't get too excited, Brenthor. The guard captain is a powerful ally. I don't think I'll tire of his company any time soon." He nearly winced at his wording, but held his stone-like veneer. "I suspect that he will be useful for a long while yet. Besides, I couldn't afford the risk that someone on /your/ payroll replaces him."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Feb 3, 2011 18:04:03 GMT -5
"A pity," Brenthor replied with a shrug. "I had thought you to be more of a risk taker. Well in the end I suppose well see just how well your relationship with the guard captain pans out, hm? Don't think you can hide from me behind him. Our alliance hardly seems necessary now, wouldn't you say? I think it's time we broke it off."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 3, 2011 18:05:44 GMT -5
"As if we were ever truly in an alliance in the first place," Lysand nearly snarled. "I have never been so glad of anything in my life. I have enough enemies before me. I hardly need to worry about my allies plunging a blade into my back."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Feb 3, 2011 18:09:00 GMT -5
"Oh? I wouldn't be so sure of that," Brenthor mused quietly. "It's amazing how close you let that guard captain get to you. Perhaps it will not be a blade in your back, but the poison that man spews from his mouth. Words that will soften you until you break on your own."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Feb 3, 2011 18:18:52 GMT -5
"Tch. The only one who spews poison is you, Alerick." Lysand pushed himself up from the wall, lips pressing into a thin line. "Good day to you." And by that, he really meant 'go die'. He turned and stalked away, heading back to the castle. Fool. Bloody fool. Hopefully he would get killed during the invasion somehow. If he was going to keep scrutinizing he and Banez, he might pick up on... Yes, it would be convenient if he died during the invasion. His eyes glinted and he paused mid-step. His old self began to return as a dark grin crossed his face. This would perhaps be too convenient to let pass... Never again would he have such an opportunity. And with the guard captain on his side... The thought was dangerous, but his mind began to dwell on it. Yes...
It would be so convenient if his blade happened to pierce through that man's heart as the vampires made their stand.
His grin then faded and he was left with a sick feeling in his stomach. He thought when he had repented, he was going to stop such activities. Yet... The bible said he was damned anyway, for the thoughts currently swirling in his mind. What was one more death on top of that?
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