Nov 24 07:01:24 105 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Tue Nov 24 07:01:24 105 PA.

The sun has just come up. A soft breeze blows from the south. And yet there still are no birds or animals that would sing in this area. One individual has come, but not to sing. Rune, is examing the battle scene that is left from the other night. Studying tracks, blast residues, etc. The man though in the midsts of the moment will kneel down and seem to be praying. HIs lips slowly moving, his eyes closed, and his hands placed on the ground, as if trying to heal it.

"What are you doing here?" Though the armored figure will be fully clad, by voice and stature it won't be hard to tell that Desmond is the one that asks this. Having come from Rune's right as he was focused on the ground, quiet despite his stature. Though the words could be accusatory, his tone is not and his posture is generally relaxed, though not fully.

Rune turns to look at the voice that has come out of no where. A soft smile is given, and Rune slowly stands. Looking around he says, "I wanted to see what had happened here. Perhaps gain some understanding of what is behind all of this." The man takes in a deep breath and walks over to a hallowed grave. "Even though the energy of the body leaves, the soul so to say, the body remains. It is only the foulest of souls though that would use the remains of another."

Desmond cants his head slightly, then states, "There is no more to learn here in the now. Only potential danger. Once a target, this place could become the very same again. Better you speak with Atticus. He is seeking those of knowledge to discover the truth of what has happened and what is arrayed against this place. Have no illusions, what came that might was just the beginning." Rune bends down to look at a slow moving bug. With his eye focused and his back and knees lowered he asks, "This Atticus man? I keep hearing his name. Does he work with the council of Kingsdale? Who is he? Why is he seemly the center of all that happens in this city?"

Desmond turns his head slightly, surveying the environs as he rumbles, "He leads a small mercenary group. He works with the city, but how he is tied to them I know not. He has a will to lead, thus he is followed." The big feline looks back to Rune and adds, "He is trustworthy enough, from what I have seen of him."

Rune raises and nods as he turns to face you. "I see." The soft smile crosses his face once more. "So what do you know about this undead stuff?"

Desmond frowns behind his helmet and rumbles, "That they will return. The attack was a testing of our defenses. Though we fought the.. thing that was here, we did not kill it. It was.. abandoned, I suppose. Thus I know not if the damage we were inflicting truly injured it. Thus the need for those who know of such things and know how to seek knowledge."

Rune nods slowly, "This is where I can help. I have dealt with such things before in the past." Taking in a deep breath the man nods, "Well perhaps this would be better talked about over some drinks? And not in this sad place."

"I rarely partake of alcohol," Desmond notes. Though he adds a moment later, "If you wish to speak further, I will follow. You are right that this place is best left to itself." He goes quiet then, scanning the graveyard once more before he steps forward, moving closer to Rune.

Rune nods, "Then perhaps some food. Just as good. Let's head to the Inn.."

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<lj-cut>The current game time is: Tue Nov 24 07:01:24 105 PA.

The sun has just come up. A soft breeze blows from the south. And yet there still are no birds or animals that would sing in this area. One individual has come, but not to sing. Rune, is examing the battle scene that is left from the other night. Studying tracks, blast residues, etc. The man though in the midsts of the moment will kneel down and seem to be praying. HIs lips slowly moving, his eyes closed, and his hands placed on the ground, as if trying to heal it.

"What are you doing here?" Though the armored figure will be fully clad, by voice and stature it won't be hard to tell that Desmond is the one that asks this. Having come from Rune's right as he was focused on the ground, quiet despite his stature. Though the words could be accusatory, his tone is not and his posture is generally relaxed, though not fully.

Rune turns to look at the voice that has come out of no where. A soft smile is given, and Rune slowly stands. Looking around he says, "I wanted to see what had happened here. Perhaps gain some understanding of what is behind all of this." The man takes in a deep breath and walks over to a hallowed grave. "Even though the energy of the body leaves, the soul so to say, the body remains. It is only the foulest of souls though that would use the remains of another."

Desmond cants his head slightly, then states, "There is no more to learn here in the now. Only potential danger. Once a target, this place could become the very same again. Better you speak with Atticus. He is seeking those of knowledge to discover the truth of what has happened and what is arrayed against this place. Have no illusions, what came that might was just the beginning." Rune bends down to look at a slow moving bug. With his eye focused and his back and knees lowered he asks, "This Atticus man? I keep hearing his name. Does he work with the council of Kingsdale? Who is he? Why is he seemly the center of all that happens in this city?"

Desmond turns his head slightly, surveying the environs as he rumbles, "He leads a small mercenary group. He works with the city, but how he is tied to them I know not. He has a will to lead, thus he is followed." The big feline looks back to Rune and adds, "He is trustworthy enough, from what I have seen of him."

Rune raises and nods as he turns to face you. "I see." The soft smile crosses his face once more. "So what do you know about this undead stuff?"

Desmond frowns behind his helmet and rumbles, "That they will return. The attack was a testing of our defenses. Though we fought the.. thing that was here, we did not kill it. It was.. abandoned, I suppose. Thus I know not if the damage we were inflicting truly injured it. Thus the need for those who know of such things and know how to seek knowledge."

Rune nods slowly, "This is where I can help. I have dealt with such things before in the past." Taking in a deep breath the man nods, "Well perhaps this would be better talked about over some drinks? And not in this sad place."

"I rarely partake of alcohol," Desmond notes. Though he adds a moment later, "If you wish to speak further, I will follow. You are right that this place is best left to itself." He goes quiet then, scanning the graveyard once more before he steps forward, moving closer to Rune.

Rune nods, "Then perhaps some food. Just as good. Let's head to the Inn.."

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As the two make there way here, Rune leads the way. When he opens the door to SilverFork, Rune looks around and waits for someone to seat them. While he waits he says, "Lord Desmond, you seem to have a lot of responsibilities and a past that seems to hunt you. Not that I am asking of it, but if you need help of any sort, you can of course seek me out." A priestly smile is given, but Rune turns as a waiter approaches to seat them. "Some where private please.."

Desmond shows no objection to the notion of food and will follow mutely. Of course, arrival at the Silver Fork itself will lead into a brief delay at the front as the big feline goes about divesting himself of the myriad of weapons on his person, from his pulse pistol down to a mix of knives and pair of silver morning stars. Last will be the removal of his helmet, a hand lifted to stroke out his hair briefly as his other clips the helmet to his hip. Rune's words get a steady look from him, lingering for a moment before he states, "My past is of no consequence. And I have few true responsibilities here. All else are passing tasks I choose to take on." He will follow where the waiter leads afterward.

Rune waits of course as you disarm and disarmor. Though Rune totally seemed not to take any notice of this, when he picked a location. When all set he too will follow the waiter. "As you wish." Taking a seat at the table that seems secluded from the others, Rune says to the Waiter, "Give us a moment will you?" With that the waiter nods and takes his leave, but also leaves two menus. "So. The undead. Can you describe to me more about what happened? When you say the thing left, can you describe the entire affair to me?"

Desmond keeps his armor on. It's weapons they don't like in here. When their table is picked and they're settled, he sets the menu aside without even looking at it. HIs deep voice is low set and discreet as he speaks. "We arrived to find the place cloaked in green light. We advanced to find a monstrosity made up of the bodies of the dead. Curled about a large crystal." He speaks of it with little more than a light sense of distaste in his manner. "Fire from weapons seemed to injure it. It was susceptible to Atticus' magic. It could cast spikes out.. perhaps made of bone, I did not pay great attention when seeing that I was not struck by them. After a brief battle, it stopped. THe bodies fell aside. The crystal fell and shattered. The magic within it was gone. As if a switch were thrown."

Rune nods his head slowly as he listens. "I would imagine fire and spells would be the only thing to cause damage to such a construct." Rune stops for a moment to think and says, "I have to do some research on this, but I think I know what type of magic is being used. The question is by who and why." Another pause and the man looks up as the waiter returns. "Any thing to start sirs? Drinks appitizers?" The waiter asks.

"Water," Desmond replies to the waiter, his head lifting. "I am prepared to order as well. Two steaks, very rare. No need for sides and garnishes." He looks back to Rune then and states, without worry for the waiter, "The why and the who are not known yet. Nor the when or the where. For the moment, our means are few to discover such things."

Rune looks up to the waiter after Desmond orders, and says, "The Chef's salad, and hot tea please." With that the Waiter nods and heads off. "You can share this with this Atticus. I have been asking about those that have visions of the future. It seems they have met with the higher ups. Not sure who they are, or who they met with specifically. But it seems the city could have been aware of this, and may know more than we." The man shrugs, "I will know more in three days when a contact returns some information I am seeking."

Desmond frowns faintly at that and rumbles, "I know one who has had visions. He has not spoken of meeting with the leaders of this city. It would seem a detail that is of importance, not to be left unspoken." He leans back slightly, his chair creaking in complaint. "I can suggest to Atticus that the leaders of this place may know more. He has had dealings with them, thus he may be able to seek some greater knowledge, if there is any to be had."

Rune nods his head, "Again there is more to be known about who these people were that had these visions, and to whom they met with. So do not assume it is this one you know. Give me three days time, and I will have more specifics." The man leans back in his chair. As he does the waiter comes by to drop down the water and hot tea, and then disappears once more.

Desmond waits until the waiter departs again before he replies. "I will accept any information you offer, but again it would be best to speak to Atticus on such things," he reiterates. "He can ask me few questions and expect proper answers. You he could ask and have more hope to be give proper answers." He picks up his glass. "My role in this is simple. I destroy what must be destroyed. All I require is the means to do so." That simple statement given, he lifts his glass to take a long, deep draught from it.

Rune smiles softly at that, like a grandfather. "Yes. I have tried to meet this Atticus, but I have not been very succesful." A shrug. With that, the food is delivered.

"He is often busy," Desmond agrees. Once the food has arrived, he devotes some attention to it. The big male goes about the only barely cooked meat with a careful, practiced precision, his claws employed in sectioning it into manageable strips, bit by bit before those same claws are used to hook and lift each strip to be eaten. He goes about it methodically and, for the moment, without further continuation of the talk.

Rune takes a couple bites of his salad, and then leans back to sip his hot tea. "What else can you tell me about this Atticus? What is his background? You mentioned he was a mage. Do you know what type? I also am aware he is an elf. Do you know what family he comes from or what world?" Desmond and Rune are sitting at the back of the restuarant. Two steaks sit well did sit in front of Desmond, a cheif's salad in front of Rune. They seem to be discussing matters in a low-private tone.

Rasputin enters the resturant, his cane and all. He waits for the host to show him to a table. He clicks his way over to the table and sits down quietly. He smiles, asks for some warm tea, and takes the menu.

"All things you ask are things I know not," Desmond replies, after a brief pause to swallow. "Though we are friendly, he is not one I would seek such knowledge of. Cali would be one who knows such things. She is his mate." There is still one steak before Desmond, the meat only lightly cooked. With the first gone, he turns his claws on this one, starting to carefully divide it up. "I can tell you he seems a trustworthy sort when it comes to such matters as one would deal with within a mercenary company. Though I am not of his group. I merely give aid when I choose to."

Rune finishes his tea and nods. A ring comes from inside Rune's coat and he reaches for a small device. It seems to be sending some type of text to him. After reading it he palces it back. "It seems that I might be able to gain some more information. I recently found some information about another Gem of sorts. I have left it with some friends that have more abilities to study it than I." a pause, "I should be going. This is on me, friend. And I thank you for your time." With that Rune places down more than enough creds, and stands. At this time he hasn't noticed the dwarf yet. You have just received a vote.

The waiter comes over to Rasputin's table, he orders a very specific cut of meat, with a very specific cooking instruction. The waiter nods and smiles, then he is off to put in the order. Moments later, another waiter brings him the warm tea.

Desmond's ears perk when the sound comes about, his eyes lifting slightly. Only when Rune addresses him, does Desmond fully lift his attention to the man. The reason why is met with a simple nod of his head. "Very well," he rumbles as Rune stands, he keeping his seat for the moment. "Good luck in your searches." With that simple farewell, he looks back to the last remnants of his steak. THe last few strips of it are hooked and eaten. Swiftly, though not without a nod to manners given, the process a neat one.

Rasputin carefully poors his tea, into a small cup from the pot. He puts some milk into it and some sugar, then takes a sip. Soon enough, Desmond has finished. With his food seen to and hte bill paid for him, the big cat rises and moves around the table smoothly. He pauses, his body tensing briefly to strech out his muscles before he starts to move. Armored, but disarmed, he draws an eye or two as he starts to go. Though along the way he pauses, spying Rasputin. A light recognition in his eyes as he dips his head once towards the dwarf. "Greetings," he offers.

Rasputin looks up after setting down his cup of tea, "Zdravstvujte, how are you doing da?" He smiles as he looks over your armor, "Tis dat new?"

Desmond furrows his brow at the first word spoken, but seems to ignore it for what comes after. "I do well enough," he replies, eyes dipping towards his chest briefly before he adds, "Not very new. I have had it for several months, though I am fortunate to have had few scars that need to be worked out of it." Indeed, the armor looks almost perfect, with only a minor imperfection here or there to mark minor patchwork done.

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, tis it heavy? Restrictive?" He carefully takes another sip from his tea, "I've never worn such a suit." Desmond shakes his head slightly as he turns towards the table itself fully. "Not very. This is the lighter variety.. made by NTI. It's hinderance is minor, which is why I chose it over the heavier armor. Though I could not tell how heavy it might be for your like. My physical power is.. greater than one might guess."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, my work has kept my arms in good shape, but yes, such a think may be kind of restrictive for one my size." He ponders a bit, "Are there thinks which are about which require such suit?"

"I would say, if they can make a suit of armor to fit one of my stature, they can make one for someone of your stature," Desmond replies steadily. "With so many beings of so many shapes, it would make little sense to be unprepared to accommodate those large and small. And in the now, with the troubles that are here, it may be wise to take such preparations, even if you are not of a mind to seek battle."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, beink prepaired is Dobryj. I may have to investigate this idea." He ponders a moment, "Did youing have anything to do with the dead which were around reently?"

Desmond nods his head once and replies, "I did battle with an abomination that particular night, alongside others." Making no illusions as to what night is in question. "But other than that, I have had no dealings with them, though there are those who seek knowledge in the now, to better stand against their inevitable return." As he speaks of this, his voice lowers discreetly, quite aware of the sort of establishment he's in.

Rasputin nods slowly, "Abomination? What typing of creature was this?" Rasputin looks around and offers you a seat, "Perhaps you have a moment to talk to me about this?"

Desmond dips his head once, shifting a seat to the side before he settles down into it, making it creak audibly. He takes a moment to get comfortable before he returns his focus to Rasputin. "What I can tell you is simple.. Atticus is the one who leads the way to discovering more. The thing we fought was a creature made of the bodies of the dead, wrapped about a green glowing crystal. I could tell you little else about it. Such knowledge is beyond me."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, Atticus?" He ponders a moment as he takes another sip of his tea, "H was suppose to get back to me on something else. But knows about this as well, da?"

Desmond nods his head once. "He was there to battle this creature, along with some others. And now he and those of like mind seek to uncover more, for there is yet little that we know of who attacks this city. If you are of a scholarly sort, then I have little doubt he would welcome your assistance."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, I may investigate that." The waitor returns with the steak, a large cut of meat which is fairly rare this time. "Dobryj. Thank you, he says as the waitor sets it down and leavs, "He is at the garage in the Dregs, da?"

"That is a place that he and his mate own, yes. And he can be found there from time to time. They live in a place called the Golden Carafe. Either place is a proper spot to seek him," Desmond clarifies. "I have little doubt that he will welcome your assistance." Rasputin nods slowly, "Mate? The woman I saw with him there?" He ponders a few minutes as he cuts a few small pieces of his steak, and eats them. "I have not heard of such a think happenink here? Da? Not before?"

"Yes, Cali," Desmond replies to the first. He then shakes his head and rumbles, "I am new yet to this place. But over the last few months, I get the impression that it is not uncommon to face all manner of trials and tribulations in this place. Strange events are not as uncommon as one might think."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, tis true I guess. Often times I have been focused on my own life, perhaps I should look around more often." He ponders a bit, "How long having you been in the city?"

Desmond pauses to consider for a few moments before he offers, "Less than a year. To be honest, I have not sought to count the days. But it has not been for too long. In the end, it was as favorable a place to settle as any other."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Well it is a dobryj city. Though, I don't remember much undead before." He shrugs as he eats another few bites and takes as a little tea.

Desmond frowns faintly and wonders, "What is this word you speak.. 'dobryj'. Mimicking it back slowly. "This language you speak.. I have not heard it before. It is not French, as Aimee speaks in often. What is it?"

Rasputin chuckles loudly, the quiets down after his deep belly laugh scares a child, "Yzveenee, tis Russian. And that word is good. I often am slipping into it, when I be not thinking." He smiles a bit as he eats a few more pieces of stakes, "I hope it doesn't offend."

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "Not at all. I could gather the meaning of your words, despite that slight lack of understanding. I only wish to be certain that I do not misunderstand something you seek to express."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, good." He smiles, "Understanding is good." He smiles, "I been having seen your speices, or so I thought. Do you minding if I be asking about it?" He takes another bite from his steak.

Desmond frowns faintly, though his upset is a minor thing. After a few moments of consideration, he allows, "You may ask what you will. What I will and will not answer remains mine to choose. I trust you will understand in this."

Rasputin nods with some vigor, "Da, ones history is ones history?" He smiles, "Do you being a CS creation? Or something, moreing," He ponders a moment, "Natural? Net, but you understand da?"

"I understand what you seek, but I will not speak of it," Desmond replies steadily. "My past, in particular, is a thing that I wish to leave where it is. Behind me. Suffice it to say that any such past ties are well and truly severed. I define who I am in the actions of the now."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, good enoughing." He smiles a bit, "We shared a steak a while back, da?" He smiles as he moves onto less intrusive conversation, "But you have not visited my Deli, net?"

Desmond nods his head once. "This is true. I have had.. many distractions as of late. They have taken my mind elsewhere. With what is happening now being a current centerpiece to it all." A soft note of displeasure in his deep voice. "I have not forgotten, however."

Rasputin nods and smiles, he chuckles loudly again then softens shaking his head, "Net, no problemo. I am understanding, da. I hope I am not keeping you form somthingk, net?"

"I should depart to see to Aimee," Desmond rumbles. "I have been out.. away most of the night and morning. Likely she is worried." A note of concern coming to the big feline, which leads to the common crease of his brow. "I will seek to visit your place of business soon. At the very least, once this trouble has passed."

Rasputin nods and smiles, "Da, dob... Good!" He smiles as he changes his words, "Pleasing have a good day, da?"

Desmond dips his head slightly as he rises smoothly from his chair. "I will do so, as should you. Farewell." His head given a respectful dip before he turns to go. Of course, his going is a thing delayed once he reaches the front. Given that the Silver Fork is a place that frowns upon carried weaponry, he has to collect his small arsenal before departing. Thus a few minutes will be spent collecting the varied items and returning them to their proper places. Only then will he be ready to depart.

Rasputin watches you go as he eats a few more pieces of his steak. He smiles and hums to himself. He sips his tea and settles in to finish the rather large steak. Tags: desmond, rasputin, rune