Still Waters Run Deep

[Murasaki]

District: Blue
Location: Downtown
Time:
- Morning (March)
- Afternoon (April)
- Evening (May)

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The coastline of Lune brightens up as the rising sun reflects onto the surface of the calm seas. The smells of the ocean breeze flow inland toward the Blue District's downtown area, giving the sophisticated modern buildings a relaxing atmosphere. Business is sure to continue today as merchants begin to set out toward the sea. You find yourself in a large square where the Fountain of Fate is situated, its machinery sprouting up a large amount of water in a fancy display.

Water washes away the past as the tide will always come and go. Will you make the best of our these moments?

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This is a general RP thread much along the lines of the Snowdonia Winter Ball and the Coconia Festival threads. RPing within this subforum awards all participants a +10% AP bonus that will last throughout the spring season (3/14/15 ~ 5/31/15). At the start of the summer season, this bonus will be lifted and a new summer-themed thread will be started in its place.

Characters of all factions are allowed to participate in this thread.

[Aldred the Grim]

Aldred the Grim

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

Tags:

Something had changed....there was some great difference in the world that seemed to have come from nowhere but he could not determine what it was. Left hand coming to rest on the hilt of his sword Aldred glanced around in mild confusion before shrugging to himself and returning to the task at hand. His armour clinked and jangled as he walked, two members of his Asurya strode behind him in their own armour, one holding his helm for him and the other carrying a long bladed polearm and shield to serve as a formal guard. The Elven warrior wasn't quite sure why exactly his troops had decided that he needed an escort such as this, but they could not be dissuaded so he had been forced to accept it.

The blue of his cloak swayed around his ankles even as his long dark hair followed similar motions along his back, the sea breeze picking up as Aldred made his way towards the District's private ports. As one of the most influential districts of the Lune Seaport, the Blue District had a considerable number of docks for its own usage and that was what brought him here today. The rest of his Order were off in the wilds outside of the Seaport, having heard tell of a large beast that may cause trouble for the people of Lune in the near future, however they were in need of a resupply and his seal needed to be affixed to the items so he was back in the city instead of scouring the wilderness with his warriors.

Another three knights waited at the gates to the Blue District with the wagons, ready to form a proper escort as they travelled back to their base camp. The Order continued to grow and at this rate they would need an actual base of operations in order to be able to mount these expeditions... but that was not what he should be focused on at the moment, if he became too unfocused then he might miss something important and he refused to fall into such a trap if he could help it. Instead his attention turned to the people around him, watching as they went about their daily business as though nothing were different from the norm. Perhaps he was being paranoid about the sensation of change after all...but he just couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened that would come to effect them.

Still, for now he had to check the supplies that had been purchased, food and clothing, new arms and materials for their crafters to repair the damaged equipment they were using. While there had been no sign of the great beast yet they had encountered plenty of strong monsters and fought them wherever they could be found. The tang of salt in the air became stronger and stronger as the trio of elves marched down to the docks, the golden-eyed stare of their leader searching out the ship which was to bring their purchases into the city.

Word Count: 556 (506+50 [10% Lune Bonus])
Skills Used: N/A

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Blackwell Philologus]

Sitting on the rim of the Fountain of Fate a boy dressed in the clothes of a scholar was munching on an apple while he reads the daily newspaper. Nothing of major events had happened, so the boy got up and threw the paper into the recycling bin that the Green District had put everywhere in Lune Seaport. The boy then made his way down to Cobalt Harbor where he watched the goings on of the harbor as ships left and came in while crewmen rushed frantically while carrying large crates on their shoulders when a giant man with a stout stomach came a tapped, more like punched, the boy on the shoulder. “Hello Blackwell long time no see how've you been,” asked the stout man with a chuckle. Blackwell shrugging off the man’s hand and said, “Good Rod, I see that the company is doing well, todays newspaper said you made a rather good deal with a lesser company yesterday.” Rod was the CEO of a rather large port company and was also Blackwell’s third cousin. Rod chuckled and said in a relaxed manner, “Blackwell my cousin you really need to stop having work stuck in your mind you'll be like me and be having your hair turn white.”

Blackwell looks at Rod and says, “Either you have short term memory loss or you just don't pay attention enough, my hair is already white. Anyways I'm going to head back home now I have some paperwork to fill out with Janelle and Rosa’s publishers tonight so I have the house ready.” While most of it was true there was a bit of a lie in this statement and that was that Blackwell was going home, he had noticed an abnormality that was walking away and became interested, so he was going to follow the strange elf with long black hair. While following the being Blackwell brought up a telepathetic line with his family's head butler, Seabolt. “Seabolt for tonight’s occasion have the courses be set to be seafood from Rod’s company and best grain products you can get from the Green District, also order a cake to be made on the double. Have Janelle and Rosa in their best dresses and don’t tell them about the cake unless you absolutely have to. Make sure everything is perfect for our guests please, those are my orders Blackwell out.” After ending the talk with his butler he decided not to draw too much attention and followed sneakily behind the elf and his group.

[464, 422+Lune Bonus]

[Aldred the Grim]

Aldred the Grim

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

Tags: Blackwell Philologus

Aldred made it a habit to have his Hearing Aptitude active as often as he could stand, particularly while in the Lune Seaport. It was incredibly useful to be able to hear much better than the majority of people, you never knew what kind of secrets you might hear or clues you might pick up on. So when another set of footsteps seemed to join his entourage he was able to notice it, though it was obviously trying very hard to keep out of notice by any of the three elves. A deepening scowl was the only indication that the Elf Captain gave as he continued on his way towards the docks, his compatriots following along behind his increasingly speedy pace.

His cloak flared out behind him as his long legs ate the distance between his current position and his destination, the Guardian determined not only to complete his errand but determine just who was following him and why. It could be some catspaw of the criminal elements of the city, keeping an eye on the goings on of the rapidly growing Elven Order but somehow he doubted that, as his people generally kept out of internal policing and served to protect both their district and the entire city from external threats instead. More likely it was some member of the upper classes or their hirelings keeping tabs on him as part of the game they played to gain and keep power within the port.

Whatever the reason it irritated him enough that his mood worsened, and by the shifting of the elves behind him he was sure that his subordinates realised this. Continuing through the crowd he brought the two others up into a telepathic link, none of the trio giving away the fact that they were now in communication. -Go on ahead, I will give you my seal. While you complete the transaction I will deal with our follower,- he informed them, discretely reaching into his armour to retrieve the stone stamp which gave the bearer authority to act in his name. Turning a corner he quickly passed the seal to the elf carrying his helm, retrieving the piece of armour in return and tucking it into the crook of his left arm where he could easily place it on his head and it wouldn't restrict him from drawing his sword if need be.

Aldred turned on his heel and waited in place even as the other two continued on towards the ship, intent on completing their objective as quickly as possible so that they could return to the rest of the Order and continue their mission. He on the other hand would wait for their follower to catch up to him, golden eyes staring seriously as he did so. Positioned just a little bit back from the building corner he would be far away enough to notice someone acting furtively, but not so far that they would be able to adjust and feign innocent before he could spot them. When the person did reveal themselves to him, he would stare flatly and inquire in a neutral tone, "Why are you following me?"

Word Count: 577 (525+52 [10% Lune Bonus])
Skills Used:

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Blackwell Philologus]

Caught within only a few minutes, well what did Blackwell expect he wasn't an assassin. Coming out from behind the building Blackwell smiled and said in a neutral tone, "Why, well I already had fulfilled everything else of importance to the best degree possible, so I had some down time and I had a childish thought come into my head of following you and your men, so I followed you." Finally looking at the man all he could say is that he looked tall, taller than Blackwell was, and grim. His black hair and sharp eyes gave him a sense of absolute seriousness whereas Blackwell only got like that when he was in business mode, which he wasn't right now. Along with that the man had high cheekbones, golden eyes, and pale skin which made him not only serious, but grim and what made Blackwell the most curious was the stone stamp that the man had given to his subordinates making him seem like a man of high stature. To avoid the seriousness of the man Blackwell went to bite into his apple but noticed that it was only a stem now, throwing it into the recycling bin and pulled out two more from a small bag he had on his waist. While taking a bite from the one in his left hand he tossed the other to the elf. "Apples from the Green District are my favorite snack go ahead and try it, by the way my name is Blackwell Philologus the heir to the Philologus family, you've most likely read one or two of my family's literature works. Also it seems like you're a man of quite high stature, but it's weird since I have quite a wide radar when it comes to people like you yet I don't think I heard about you it's quite interesting."

Standing there Blackwell tried to go through his memory and see if he was absolutely missing something, but alas nothing came to the surface of Blackwell's memory perhaps this man was old enough to get past the wide range of Blackwell’s radar, or perhaps just sneaky. “Well anyways good sir may I hear your name, please?”

[401, 365+Lune Bonus]

Aldred the Grim