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Spring 42, 516 AV – Evening at the Rearing Stallion
All it would take would be some well-placed items. Then she’d just have to sit back and watch the chaos. But doing that first step was not as easy as she had initially thought.
The poison came in the form of an oil but it needed to be evaporated into a mist before it had any effects. Sayana had originally decided that a simple rag would do the trick. She would cover it in the oil, set it in place, and slowly the oil would evaporate into the air. ‘Slowly’ in this case was an overstatement. When she tested it out, it took nearly two bells to see any of the mist and her tongue hardly even tingled as a result the diluted fumes. As she thought about what might better create fumes or steam, her mind immediately jumped to a fire and heating up the oil in that manner. With that in mind, she began preparing her plans.
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The Eypharian smoothed out the last finishing touches of the pale face paint she had applied. She added a bit of khol to her eyes and smacked her lips with the red lip pomade and looked in the mirror. Brilliant. With a causal glance she looked plenty white and it was only her brown mid and low hands that might give her away. But they were tucked into the black robe she wore. She tied her hair up with a bright blue scarf, much like a bandana, then pulled her hood up before heading out. Her name was Karin and she liked to go fishing in the harbor. But today she was visiting the Rearing Stallion for the first time and was more than likely to flirt a little with the city boys.
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On her person were several items. A small mug, a rag coated in the oil, a folded piece of paper and of course her daggers. These were either tucked into the pockets of her black vest or hidden within the folds of her robe. She swung the door open to the busy tavern and hurried inside.
The Rearing Stallion was as noisy and rowdy as ever. Ale and beer were a plenty and so were the late evening meals. Bar maids wove their way around the crowded building and a musician or two were playing on the dais at the back. Sayana headed straight for the roaring fireplace and scurried to kneel before it, rubbing her hands as if to shake off the cold. It was the most well-lit here but also the busiest and there didn’t look to be any free tables nearby.
“Hey Girlie! You’re blocking the view.” A man called out and Sayana twitched her head in his direction. Don’t get distracted, just play the part. “S-Sorry about that. Mind if I just l-leave this here to warm a little?” But even as she spoke, the words were drowned out by the noise of the tavern. Regardless, she left the small mug on the hearth as close as she could get it to the fire without burning herself or making it look too obvious. Quickly she scurried away from the fireplace to get out of the ‘view’ she had been blocking.
She wouldn’t have much time now. The oil inside the mug wouldn’t boil instantly, but being that close to the fire it would surely begin to evaporate after several chimes. It would take longer for anyone to notice the faint green mist but she needed her distraction in place before then. A distraction. She had many potential distractions in mind. A bar fight, casually tripping a patron or barmaid, or… Aha! She spotted a mug of ale placed perilously close to the edge of a table. A glass mug. She moved a little closer and lowered her hood as she caught the man’s eye who sat next to the mug. There were still several people in between them but she managed a sly wink and a suggestive smile. Two pale fingers beckoned him forwards and immediately she reached within herself for some djed. Locking her gaze upon him as he stood up she focused all her attention on a few simple suggestions as she fused them with her magic. Just let your arms go. Relax. You have a chance with her. Drop your hands. Let them go. Down. Bring your hands down.
His hip hit the table first with his eagerness to stand and shortly after his right hand came down carelessly. It almost didn’t work since the mug was so full of ale but as he took another step, his hand brushed against it and sent the mug smashing to the floor. All heads turned towards the noise, except for Sayana’s as she slipped through the crowded tavern towards the fireplace. First went the folded piece of paper on top of the hearth with a single gold miza placed on top. A reward for whoever noticed the paper. Next, she discretely tossed the oil sodden rag into the flames. The fire roared up with a hiss and crackle. It was much louder than she had expected, or more accurately the tavern was quieter than she had expected after the loud smash of the glass. Still, she didn’t linger by the fireplace and it would have been hard to notice that she had been the one to toss the rag.
It was time to leave. And time to leave quickly. There was a faint hint of green around the fire, and she felt her tongue tingle uncomfortably. Several people were helping clean up the mess that the ale and glass had created. She carefully scooted around the edges of the tavern so she could avoid being seen right in the center of the chaos.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
For a tick her heart stopped. But then she realized the question had been directed to someone else. “You’re going to stay and pay for that mug, aren’t you?” Seemed like the young man who had spilt his drink was also not so keen to stick around. Sayana breathed and flipped her hood up as she slipped out of the tavern.
Within the tavern, a faint green mist would be developing near the fireplace. The burnt rag would have surely produced a significant portion of the vapour and the oil in the cup was soon going to evaporate more of the green mist, being so close to the hot flame.
Sayana headed for an alleyway just behind the Rearing Stallion and saw two people passionately kissing against the wall. So much for that plan. Oh, but of course… She doubled back and kept her footsteps soft. Instead she skirted around the tavern to a neighboring building and removed the silly little blue scarf in her hair. Quietly she stepped into the Herald’s Arms, a place of revelry and pleasure unaware of the events just next door.
The hooded Eypharian produced two gold coins. “A room for..?” She started to ask but then found her tongue thick and swollen in her mouth. She coughed trying to clear her throat but when she tried to speak again, no words were uttered. “A room for the night?” The attendant supplied, and Sayana gratefully nodded. She hadn’t expected the poison to affect her so quickly but she’d have to make do. After the short transaction she stepped nimbly up the stairs towards one of the private rooms. A window. It was a blessed feature she cherished in the stone city of Syliras. There were also thick drapes should a person or couple wish for some privacy. She donned a black mask, mostly for the feeling of safety and took a seat just to the right of the window so she could still see out but was not in plain sight.
Not many people would look up nor consider another tavern, but nevertheless she kept the black robe securely around her dark form. Lastly she moved just close enough to the window to open it a crack. There was still some babbling to be heard from the Rearing Stallion but she knew it wouldn’t last. Now she just had to stay and watch. If the poisoned vapour managed to spread, soon the patrons of the Rearing Stallion would feel their tongues thicken up and become unable to speak. That was the secret of the Lost Tongue. And surely someone would happen across her letter. It was written with poorly formed letters and blots of ink, but the message was clear and still legible.
What is freedom without a voice?
Do you truly have a voice here?
Receipt1 GM reward on the letter, 2 GM for the room at the Herald's Arms, 1.5 SM for dyed blue scarf
Garland & Imellion signed up (2/3)
Spring 42, 516 AV – Evening at the Rearing Stallion
All it would take would be some well-placed items. Then she’d just have to sit back and watch the chaos. But doing that first step was not as easy as she had initially thought.
The poison came in the form of an oil but it needed to be evaporated into a mist before it had any effects. Sayana had originally decided that a simple rag would do the trick. She would cover it in the oil, set it in place, and slowly the oil would evaporate into the air. ‘Slowly’ in this case was an overstatement. When she tested it out, it took nearly two bells to see any of the mist and her tongue hardly even tingled as a result the diluted fumes. As she thought about what might better create fumes or steam, her mind immediately jumped to a fire and heating up the oil in that manner. With that in mind, she began preparing her plans.
---
The Eypharian smoothed out the last finishing touches of the pale face paint she had applied. She added a bit of khol to her eyes and smacked her lips with the red lip pomade and looked in the mirror. Brilliant. With a causal glance she looked plenty white and it was only her brown mid and low hands that might give her away. But they were tucked into the black robe she wore. She tied her hair up with a bright blue scarf, much like a bandana, then pulled her hood up before heading out. Her name was Karin and she liked to go fishing in the harbor. But today she was visiting the Rearing Stallion for the first time and was more than likely to flirt a little with the city boys.
---
On her person were several items. A small mug, a rag coated in the oil, a folded piece of paper and of course her daggers. These were either tucked into the pockets of her black vest or hidden within the folds of her robe. She swung the door open to the busy tavern and hurried inside.
The Rearing Stallion was as noisy and rowdy as ever. Ale and beer were a plenty and so were the late evening meals. Bar maids wove their way around the crowded building and a musician or two were playing on the dais at the back. Sayana headed straight for the roaring fireplace and scurried to kneel before it, rubbing her hands as if to shake off the cold. It was the most well-lit here but also the busiest and there didn’t look to be any free tables nearby.
“Hey Girlie! You’re blocking the view.” A man called out and Sayana twitched her head in his direction. Don’t get distracted, just play the part. “S-Sorry about that. Mind if I just l-leave this here to warm a little?” But even as she spoke, the words were drowned out by the noise of the tavern. Regardless, she left the small mug on the hearth as close as she could get it to the fire without burning herself or making it look too obvious. Quickly she scurried away from the fireplace to get out of the ‘view’ she had been blocking.
She wouldn’t have much time now. The oil inside the mug wouldn’t boil instantly, but being that close to the fire it would surely begin to evaporate after several chimes. It would take longer for anyone to notice the faint green mist but she needed her distraction in place before then. A distraction. She had many potential distractions in mind. A bar fight, casually tripping a patron or barmaid, or… Aha! She spotted a mug of ale placed perilously close to the edge of a table. A glass mug. She moved a little closer and lowered her hood as she caught the man’s eye who sat next to the mug. There were still several people in between them but she managed a sly wink and a suggestive smile. Two pale fingers beckoned him forwards and immediately she reached within herself for some djed. Locking her gaze upon him as he stood up she focused all her attention on a few simple suggestions as she fused them with her magic. Just let your arms go. Relax. You have a chance with her. Drop your hands. Let them go. Down. Bring your hands down.
His hip hit the table first with his eagerness to stand and shortly after his right hand came down carelessly. It almost didn’t work since the mug was so full of ale but as he took another step, his hand brushed against it and sent the mug smashing to the floor. All heads turned towards the noise, except for Sayana’s as she slipped through the crowded tavern towards the fireplace. First went the folded piece of paper on top of the hearth with a single gold miza placed on top. A reward for whoever noticed the paper. Next, she discretely tossed the oil sodden rag into the flames. The fire roared up with a hiss and crackle. It was much louder than she had expected, or more accurately the tavern was quieter than she had expected after the loud smash of the glass. Still, she didn’t linger by the fireplace and it would have been hard to notice that she had been the one to toss the rag.
It was time to leave. And time to leave quickly. There was a faint hint of green around the fire, and she felt her tongue tingle uncomfortably. Several people were helping clean up the mess that the ale and glass had created. She carefully scooted around the edges of the tavern so she could avoid being seen right in the center of the chaos.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
For a tick her heart stopped. But then she realized the question had been directed to someone else. “You’re going to stay and pay for that mug, aren’t you?” Seemed like the young man who had spilt his drink was also not so keen to stick around. Sayana breathed and flipped her hood up as she slipped out of the tavern.
Within the tavern, a faint green mist would be developing near the fireplace. The burnt rag would have surely produced a significant portion of the vapour and the oil in the cup was soon going to evaporate more of the green mist, being so close to the hot flame.
Sayana headed for an alleyway just behind the Rearing Stallion and saw two people passionately kissing against the wall. So much for that plan. Oh, but of course… She doubled back and kept her footsteps soft. Instead she skirted around the tavern to a neighboring building and removed the silly little blue scarf in her hair. Quietly she stepped into the Herald’s Arms, a place of revelry and pleasure unaware of the events just next door.
The hooded Eypharian produced two gold coins. “A room for..?” She started to ask but then found her tongue thick and swollen in her mouth. She coughed trying to clear her throat but when she tried to speak again, no words were uttered. “A room for the night?” The attendant supplied, and Sayana gratefully nodded. She hadn’t expected the poison to affect her so quickly but she’d have to make do. After the short transaction she stepped nimbly up the stairs towards one of the private rooms. A window. It was a blessed feature she cherished in the stone city of Syliras. There were also thick drapes should a person or couple wish for some privacy. She donned a black mask, mostly for the feeling of safety and took a seat just to the right of the window so she could still see out but was not in plain sight.
Not many people would look up nor consider another tavern, but nevertheless she kept the black robe securely around her dark form. Lastly she moved just close enough to the window to open it a crack. There was still some babbling to be heard from the Rearing Stallion but she knew it wouldn’t last. Now she just had to stay and watch. If the poisoned vapour managed to spread, soon the patrons of the Rearing Stallion would feel their tongues thicken up and become unable to speak. That was the secret of the Lost Tongue. And surely someone would happen across her letter. It was written with poorly formed letters and blots of ink, but the message was clear and still legible.
What is freedom without a voice?
Do you truly have a voice here?
OOC :
Receipt1 GM reward on the letter, 2 GM for the room at the Herald's Arms, 1.5 SM for dyed blue scarf
