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Post by Narrator on Nov 24, 2005 13:03:45 GMT -6
Worrek has a furrowed brow when he looks into Lysandor's eyes, "They lead deep into the valley floor kinda aimlessly... and they kinda looked heavy... you know like that particular someone was caring a heavy load and then just stopped... like they vanished... or took flight... something like that." the young warrior says uncertain his word make any sense.
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Falco's smile fades fast as Lye introduces herself. The indignant Lord of the hounds looks at her scathingly. "That is -Lord- Falco to you, hand puppet of queen Ereshkigal..." Falco barks to Lye. He looks to Winn as he snubs Lye's extended hand in greeting. "Youth these days a Winn? Absolutely no respect for the old ways." Falco chides as his glare fixes on Lye. "I know who you are, and why you are here -Lye- of the ridiculous elite guard." The old dog sneers, "My past has made me suspect to the goings on around here." Falco sneers, "No doubt that bastard dog Thane has put you on my tail and sent you here, the yellow coward... He is afraid to face a real warrior." Falco laughs,"So ask your silly questions girl, the sooner this is over... the sooner you can leave." Falco says as leans back into his chair and puffs on his pipe.
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Lye
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Post by Lye on Nov 25, 2005 18:29:07 GMT -6
'Oooookay...lower your hand, sit down, and smile,' Lye tells herself. "Very well, it appears we both want the same thing. Let it be known that you are not yet a suspect, so you're not on trial here. "What do you know about the recent waves of memory-loss?"
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Post by Narrator on Nov 29, 2005 18:45:23 GMT -6
"Is that so..." Falco says sizing Lye up to her remark of him not being a suspect... at least not yet anyway. The old dog gazes into his pipe at the embers as they flare from his puffing. His gaze is almost as if the coals from the tobacco will give him the answer to Lye's question. He answers slowly but very carefully. "Only that it hasn't affected me... or my servants." he looks up at Lye again with flattened ears. "but then again... I don't get out and socialize as often as I use to." He says with a sneer, "Although I cannot say that I'm sorry it has happened to those whom I am currently at... odds... with." He grumbles, "Hell I wouldn't be all that crushed if the whole lot of them up and forgot everything..." Falco laughs a low chuckle. "That wouldn't hurt me in the least." he says with an evil tone.
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Post by Lysandor on Dec 10, 2005 17:05:56 GMT -6
Lysandor feels that Worreck is telling the truth, but his Fallen empathy being as it was, it is only a faint impression. He thinks at what the young Rachet said.
"They were Rachet tracks, I gather?" Lysandor asks thoughtfully. "What weight would you have guessed from the tracks?"
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Post by Narrator on Dec 13, 2005 19:45:21 GMT -6
Rau remains standing as the interview proceeds. His red eyes watch with interest at the exchange between his junior officer and the elite. Rau is particularly interested in the tracks as well. "Yes were they from a Gabriel Ratchet... Or something else...?" He asks.
"I think they were... but maybe... maybe not." Worrek replies. "Sure they appeared as our tracks... but there is something about the way they looked... Wierd... awkward... unnatural." he says. "That and track size and depth would make them... the weight would have made this rachet at least 500 pounds." Worrek scratches his ear trying to remember. "Combined weight maybe, any of us can carry 200 lbs very easily, but to fly, with that load... extremely difficult. But I think this individual was plucked from the ground and not of their own power either." He says nodding his head. "That would make that... that whatever it was... that flew off with 500lbs like that, very powerful to pluck that much off the ground as if it were a paperweight and fly off with it like that."
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Post by Thane on Dec 31, 2005 18:20:01 GMT -6
Thane and Me'Kel make their way quickly to the manor. Their arms filled with files and papers they swiftly place them on the table and begin resorting them. After the piles are rearranged Thane places his hands on his hips and sighs. Me'Kel grabs the first file and opens the cover. "We need to find what it is exactly that that we are searching for, Thane." She says looking overwhelmed. Thane nods. "Anything having to do with that symbol would be a good place as any to start looking." the somber hound retorts. "I have a book..." Me'Kel starts as she begins to head for the stairs of the library. Thane follows Me'Kel down and she begins to rummage the many shelves of the musty library. "What book exactly M'Lady?" Thane asks uncertainly. Me'Kel doesn't answer him right away and finally on the bottom shelves she carefully removes an ancient looking manuscript. "A very special book." She whispers to herself as if she is afraid of it. She cradles it as if it were a child and she charges ahead to the stairs, past Thane and back to the table. "I know of a way to find what we are after... but I am not sure..." She says her eyes not leaving the binding. She turns the book and opens the pages very carefully. First to the index she checks, caressing the pages like a lost love. Then onto the actual pages she seeks. Thane can smell the old pages from the doorway and he sneers, "Are you sure that old conjurers spells will help here? Thane asks looking sceptical... "Not to speak ill of your fathers, father M'Lady... but Lord Deimos didn't have the best... control... over those dangerous enchantments." Me'Kel looks to Thane with a scowl "That is because he was impatient..." she scoffs. "I simply know better." she grins. "Besides he did make the great barrier spell didn't he?" she gloats. "Yes M'Lady but that isn't the spell that killed him either."
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 3, 2006 11:38:50 GMT -6
Lysandor frowns to himself at Worrek's description. He ran through his mental list at what Hell creature could fly and carry 200 lbs.
"Thank you," he says, standing. "But I believe that is all."
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Post by Narrator on Jan 14, 2006 12:52:18 GMT -6
Worrek looks rattled and confused, "I am sorry if I added to the confusion." Worrek says with a frown. Rau nods to Worrek and then he nods to Lysandor. "Thank you Worrek." Rau says reassuring his Jr. officer. "Master Lysandor and I must be going now, but do keep a watch Worrek... if you see or hear anything suspicious report it immediately." The large hound says darkly. "Gra'Leah... thank you for your hospitality and watch that boy for me... OK?" Rau chuckles and then he stands by the door. "After you Master Elite." Rau says with a slight bow to Lysandor with his paw gesturing to the door.
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 18, 2006 21:05:03 GMT -6
Lysandor walks through the doorway after paying his respects to Gra'Leah.
"He was telling the truth," Lysandor tells him softly. "At least, what he remembers. We need to keep in mind that it could have been tampered with . . . At least, towards the end. Even so," he turns to Rau. "You know this area better than me. Do you have any idea what could have flown off with 500 lbs.? Or does anyone here have that capability?"
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Post by Narrator on Jan 27, 2006 18:40:04 GMT -6
As Rau follows Lysandor out onto the gang way he snorts, "Many have that kind of strength naturaly... but few here in our village could fly with that kind of load." Rau gruffs more as they move on to the next house. "Only a member of the Pe'ri would have that kind of ability here." Rau sighs "But many of them have gone from our village for one reason or another." Rau gestures to the Commander's hut high above the rest near the ceiling of the cave. "Except for Commander Varr... Krom Varr." Rau stops to look at Lysandor. "Though he is also one of the more afflicted..." Rau moves on and knocks at another dwelling. "This is sub officer Bladik. He was part of the investigation when his memory was..." Rau doesn't get the chance to finish when the door opens. An elderly rachet looks at Rau, "What ever your selling sonny, we got plenty." The old rachet scolds the elite and sentinel. "No grandfather..." a voice comes from behind the door as a younger rachet pulls open the door. "Master Elite... welcome." he says looking excited to have such an honored guest. "Please enter."
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Post by Lysandor on Jan 31, 2006 22:47:35 GMT -6
Lysandor either ignores the younger Rachet's excitement, or just doesn't notice it. He steps in, bowing slightly to Bladik.
"Sub-officer Bladik, Elder Rau and I need to ask you a few questions," he says.
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Post by Narrator on Feb 5, 2006 11:42:40 GMT -6
Bladik's eyes open wide in excitement. "Sure... how may I be of assistance mi Lords!" The old Rachet stands looking cross. "You don't invite salesmen into your home... they'll never leave!" He crows to Bladik. The young officer looks embarrassed. "Please excuse me..." he says with a silly grin as he grasps his grandfather by the shoulders. "They are friends grandfather." Bladik says as he steers the old rachet to the kitchen and sits him at the table with some cookies. Bladik calls from the kitchen, "Please enter, make yourselves comfortable." he says making his grandfather comfortable. soon he returns with a tray of assorted goodies and something resembling milk and offers it to the elite first then to Rau. "What do I owe the pleasure." he says with a slight bow as he stares at Lysandor, tail wagging like a puppy's.
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 10, 2006 13:23:57 GMT -6
Lysandor glances slightly at the tray of foods and drink offered. "My thanks, Sub-officer, but I have already eaten." He takes a surripitous glace at the Rachet's grandfather, wondering if he had been afflicted or if it were just old age. "I am here to ask you some questions about the events surrounding Elder Brock's death."
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Post by Thane on Feb 14, 2006 17:21:18 GMT -6
Thane stares at Me'Kel as she reads the old text. "Ummm... Yes this is it." she murmurs. "Ingrediants... I need..." she says as she looks around the room then dashes for the kitchen. Thane follows out of curiosity. "Perhaps it would be best to wait for assistance..." Thane says nervously as Me'Kel cuts him off. "Noncence... I have this well in hand." she quips at him. "Well, I'd rather not have to scrape up your gooey bits, crowing 'I told you so' either." Thane cants back folding his arms.
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Post by Narrator on Feb 14, 2006 17:51:57 GMT -6
Winn looks to Lye and senses her frustration. "Perhaps My old friend, but it too would be better to resolve this issue with your willing assistance." The old hound says softly. "Granted, things aren't as blissful here as you would lead us to perceive." Win nods. "Although you are presently at odds with the council, your cooperation in this matter may soften the hardened opinions of all our people toward you." Falco looks to Winn like the old hound sucker punched him in the gut. "That is no guarantee 'Old Dog'." Falco scowls. "Besides, who says I need the support of the Council... or the village anyway." Winn nods again, "Our people Falco... not just our village." Winn says, "Just how long can you afford this boycott of your goods before your losses are unsurmountable?" Winn asks softly in his wise since of mannerisms. Falco slumps into his chair looking cornered and agitated with Winn. Falco looks to Lye, and sighs heavily. "If I were you, I'd scour the sight where the 'incident' occurred." Falco stands and leans over his desk at Lye and stresses his point. "VERY thoroughly." Falco then turns and limps back to his chambers. "Now if you have no more bones to pick... Houm will show you out." The young hound stands by the door waiting as Falco disappears behind his closing wall. Falco watches Lye with his red eyes glaring as he nods at her knowingly just as the wall shuts with a loud thump.
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Post by Lye on Feb 14, 2006 19:32:45 GMT -6
As Falco leans over the desk and speaks, Lye gives him a slight - almost non-existant - nod, and quirks the edges of her mouth into a small smile as the wall closes. "Thankyou for your cooperation, Lord Falco."
She stays placid as she and Winn walk behind Houm to leave. However, once Houm takes them outside and goes back into the house, she turns to Winn with an excited look in her eye and says, "That was brilliant! Thankyou!"
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Post by Narrator on Feb 16, 2006 9:26:31 GMT -6
Bladik looks stunned to the revelation of the visit. "Elder Brock was a fine example to our people." Bladik says very seriously, "Even the rights of assention Chief Grell forwarded to him were met with honor, and he fought well to defeat Lord Grell for the first two passage at temps." Bladik looks lost in wonder. "Rumor has it he was to be named to the King's grand council after his son assumed power here... but it never came about officially..." Rau looks impatiently at Bladik, "Please allow us to ask the questions Sub-officer..." he rumbles to redirect the young soldier. "Oh... yes... of course Elder." Bladik says with a grin. "I do ramble on when I get excited like this... what would you wish to know of me?" He says with eager eyes darting back and forth at the Elite and the Elder as he sets down the tray on the coffee table and gestures to the seats. __________________________________________
Winn grins to Lye, "When in need, it helps to know the right sore spot to probe." he snickers. "Now we had best share our find with the others." he says as he takes Lye's arm and begins to scoot along the path back to the village.
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Post by Lysandor on Feb 18, 2006 13:16:11 GMT -6
"What were your duties the day Elder Brock died," Lysandor asks. "Were they any different from before, and if so, how?"
The Fallen Elite hopes that the younger Rachet will stick to the topic.
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Post by Narrator on Feb 25, 2006 12:24:50 GMT -6
The young ratchet looks like Lysandor stepped on his tail. "I'm sorry Master..." he says looking at Lyasndor as if all the wind has been sucked from his sail. "I... I can't... I can't remember the events of that... that dreadful day." his voice trembles from fear. "All I can remember is I have been assigned guard detail at the main entrance for the past 3 months." Bladik frowns. "...and I was always with my squad of younger cadets, you know, training them to defend the barrier from assault." He puts his face in his paws, "I'm sorry..." he says from frustration.
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Post by Lysandor on Mar 5, 2006 21:40:37 GMT -6
"Take your time," Lysandor tells the young officer. "Who assigned you to the front entrace?" He pivots his attention so his question is directed at both Rau and Bladik. "Is it always guarded by the younger officers?"
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