Thorvven and Tasha will tell anyone who cares to listen that they have never had so much business... but there is a conflict there. A query of whether or not they should be happy with it.
After all, their new influx of customers are part of The Black Eagle Territories.. ish.
These wildly dressed, hugely varied and incredibly amiable folks just don't mesh with the experience of The Black Eagle. After all, they also order the most expensive items, tip well and have no issue socialising with the locals.
Because they are mostly anything but human. They are mostly anything but normal.
//This is a thread for players to use 1 or 0.5 characters to question the people of Verge and or the Black Eagle Navy directly if required. Consider it an ongoing RP thread, use conversational rolls where appropriate and describe where you are in Verge, what you're wearing, and how you approach people.
But if the earth ends in fire And the seas are frozen in time There'll be just one survivor The memories of our lifetime
Cley wanders through Verge on his daily patrol. He see's Verge is a little more spritely now with all the new patrons visiting the different establishments. The goings on and interactions is interesting along with the thoughs that if the Church could see them now with a Smirk or chuckle. For now Cley just observes and keeps distance. He looks to still be waiting on instruction on what he should be doing being the loyal soldier.
Post by Troubletcat on Feb 12, 2021 18:20:13 GMT 10
Kalisa continues to be seen in Verge both in uniform, fulfilling various duties related to her work as KDF liaison, and out of uniform. She's been something of a regular at the Fool's Pride since arriving in Threshold just under a year ago, but has been making fewer and shorter trips to the bar after work, more commonly heading straight home. A keen observer might notice a dark, Kalisa-sized shape behind the antique stained glass window on the upper floor of her home, gazing down at the outdoor seating and the hotspring, keeping an eye on things late into the night. Occasionally a slightly shorter figure joins her for a few minutes at a time.
At the same time, KAF patrols through Verge have increased in frequency, the navy, silver, and chain and leather worn by the rank and file becoming a more common sight. Sorenson in particular cycles through fairly often. Unlike Kalisa, though, he's not put off by the Eagles, and spends time laughing and drinking with the sailors in the Serpent after his shifts. He doesn't ask any particularly probing questions, happy to talk to the travelers about where they've come from, or what strange and distant lands they've seen, but not pressing the matter when people don't want to talk.
OOC: I'm keeping an eye on this thread, will post more down the line.
Lumina seems as thought she hadn't noticed all the extra people until it was pointed out to her. She has made hushed mentioned of concerns regarding this as a soft maneuver before sacking Verge (or worse, "doing a barricade" to the mine), but she's content to be advised by Kalisa and other official sources.
As it nears on Valerias Day, the elegantly dressed sailors seem more intent on (surprisingly) deftly wooing the local populace with gifts from the wider world. Smoothly offering Ochalean silk robes, Glacè sugared fruits from The Pearl Islands, Hammered Bronzed everlasting roses from Rockholme - knowledgeable about their trades and willing to talk with anyone who is near about how important it is to be back, finally.
Among the chatter, the seafaring men and women refer to their leader "They of the Sea" and "Them." Comfortable in referencing and seemingly knowing well, their Grand Admiral. Each has stories of incredible abilities to turn the weather and the tides, of Cskitrad diving into the ocean - fully armored to save a comrade, fully clothed. They heartily joke that Grand Admiral Cskitrad is their Valerias Day love, any year of the tides.
But if the earth ends in fire And the seas are frozen in time There'll be just one survivor The memories of our lifetime
Len is a lot busier now than usual, intent on putting out more chocolates to all who wish them. She can be seen walking around Verge her wings flapping behind, she is careful to make sure they do not hit anyone, stopping and waiting for a path to clear if she needs to.
Each person she stops at she offers a treat, each one a sampling of all her past offerings. She keeps one selection covered in cloth and just states "Some cannot handle the...experience that this chocolate brings on, so I like to really make sure you wish to attempt it." "Oh and if you have any ideas for chocolates you want to try, do leave a note and I will see what I can do!"
As she mingles with everyone, keeping up small talk, she keeps the questions simple. "What brings you to Verge and how are you enjoying your stay?" If any are asked of her, especially with the wings. "I am a Hin, we are always finding ways to be the strangest thing around."
Cley observes the goings on now between the public of Verge and the Navy. The increased patrols of the KAF and the mingling. It is a far cry from when he arrived as a new recruit from training to the days now. He wonders if this is a turning point or just everyone to drunk to care who they are talking too. He starts to wonder about his own beliefs and strict loyalty. He wonders has this hindered him or helped him to be a better soldier.
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Last Edit: Feb 14, 2021 7:41:43 GMT 10 by Joeretro79
Post by Troubletcat on Feb 14, 2021 13:46:46 GMT 10
//Log from an in-game conversation, presented with a few omission/edits/insertions, indicated by italicised text.
The following conversation took place late on Friday night in central Verge. Alexandra sits on the grass by the brazier, Kalisa enters from the direction of the mines and sits on one of the benches.
Alexandra Markova: How have you been?
Kalisa Inciya: "Well..." she contemplates the question for a while before answering. Kalisa Inciya: "I'm a little nervous about all the sailors in town. Nothing's happened yet but... well, we're still at war obviously, and I do live here in town now."
Alexandra Markova: *She nods thoughtfully*
Alexandra Markova: Eagles always seem to spell trouble
Kalisa Inciya: "Mmhmm. I mean, it would be really difficult for them to break into or damage my house, what with all the protections, but... who knows what skills these people have."
Alexandra Markova: They seem... different, though
Alexandra Markova: To the previous crowd
Kalisa Inciya: "Well, the simple fact that there are so many non-humans is... strange, for Eagles. I guess the Darq Church probably isn't a fan of the navy."
Alexandra Markova: I'd say that's a good bet
Alexandra Markova: Seems like a rowdier crowd as well Alexandra Markova: though, sailors...
Lumina arrives from above, coming down the ramp.
Lumina: Hail and well-met.
Alexandra Markova: Hello, dearest
Kalisa Inciya: "I think /probably/ they're just excited to be on dry land for more than a week, and have some leave... Sorenson told me…
A commotion – a group of drunken sailors talking and laughing loudly, spilling out of the Fool’s Pride and wandering around the pond to the Serpent – makes part of the conversation difficult to hear.
Kalisa Inciya: "If a ship is on a thirty-year deployment... well..." she shrugs.
Alexandra Markova: Odd that they have mixed crews?
Lumina: But from survivability and nutritional standpoints... Surely some time on shore is required for re-supplying and sanity? And well I think their hand has been forced there
Lumina: Perhaps it is like the Black Orc situation?
Kalisa Inciya: "The impression that I get is that some of these ships have only stopped for long enough to resupply and repair for a very, very long time. It's probably why the crews are so excited to have enough leave to actually get away from the port."
Alexandra Markova: If that's the case, I wonder why they've been called back now?
Lumina: I feel that the ... depreciation of the Manticores may have forced their master's hand.
Kalisa Inciya: "Maybe? They never did launch any attacks, after that news become public..."
Alexandra Markova: ah
Alexandra Markova: *She nods thoughtfully*
Kalisa Inciya: "I'd knock on this wooden bench, if I was the superstitious sort..."
Alexandra Markova: Do you think it will have a lasting impact on the Barony's position towards... nonhumans
Kalisa Inciya: "Hrm... maybe they're all in Verge bars instead of Port Hendriks ones specifically to prevent that from happening?"
Kalisa Inciya: "Like, 'you can take your leave anywhere that'll have you, but not around here'."
Alexandra Markova: *Nods*
Lumina whispers something conspiratorially.
Kalisa Inciya: "I don't think so. I've stepped up patrols a little among the small number of troops I command directly because... well, maybe not that specifically, but I am worried something might be... afoot." she says the last word with an ominous tinge to her voice.
Alexandra Markova: I've always found a healthy dose of Paranoia very empowering
Lumina: Until .... /that group/ is kicked out of here... there is concerning amount of risk for a sacking.
Lumina: They'd never be able to hold it, but that isn't the point.
Kalisa Inciya: "Mmhmm... we are, as I understand it, pretty much ready to move there... I'm awaiting final approval from the powers that be."
Kalisa Inciya: "As I was saying to Red before you arrived, being that I /live here/ now, I'm particularly nervous about the number of... people that I am currently at war with milling around."
Alexandra Markova: If they did it, Verge's neutrality would swing in favour of the king very quickly
Alexandra Markova: Do we think the baron would risk that?
Lumina: I suppose even if you did have information from command you couldn't share it... *then to Red* if he needs enough coin and or slaves, bad enough, burning that bridge could be on the cards
Kalisa Inciya: "Mmm... perhaps not... maybe... maybe the sailors being so friendly and spending so much money is a psyop to move public favour towards the Eagles?"
Alexandra Markova: *She nods thoughtfully*
Kalisa Inciya: "But I mean, if Verge actually tried to declare independence or switch over to the Eagle side, the KDF would... there would likely be a massive troop deployment to prevent the loss in territory, considering we're currently sitting on top of a very strategically important mine."
Alexandra Markova: *Rolls her shoulders in a brief shrug*
Lumina: I can't see any long-term shifting strategies like that working, no.
Alexandra Markova: Verge has always been a place of ... entertainments
Alexandra Markova: We're probably overthinking the presence of the sailors
Lumina: The only other thing I can see is if ... something akin to the barricade was to happen to the mine...
Kalisa Inciya: "...likely troops would be called from all over the place to try and prevent it, possibly opening us up to an attack elsewhere..." Kalisa is looking into the middle-distance, overthinking things.
One year earlier. 14th February 1051 Valerias Night. Stepped back from the revelry, looking down from the upper terraces to the bubbling hot spring. Obviously filled with drunken and sober revelers, the bards outside catching each other's beat and running from one ballad into another's high tempo beat. The red candles on tables, chairs, ledges, rocks and windowsills create a soft romantic glow in every corner of Verge.
The two figures silhouetted, both tall and broad shouldered with strong stances. From afar, just another Black Eagle Navy Captain and his scantily dressed conquest. Matching gold capped black boots, wide pauldrons and seafaring gear. Red, Gold and Black. White, Gold and Black. Their fingers interlocked in a complex and desperate knot of fingers.
Any sober person would notice that they are not smiling, there is no meeting of eyes temptingly with the sultry urges of Valerias upon them. A different kind of building stormy energy strikes between them, thick and heavy with meaning. Electrified with the need to stay at one another's side. They stare out across the whole space, a silent sort of tribute before one of them speaks low and slow.
"You've got a chance. You can just come with us. No one will notice, just another missing adventurer, happens every day." He says to her, a brisk breeze tucking his elaborate feathered and marked hat up, exposing a youthful wide jawed face with strong hazel eyes and an aquiline nose. His lips are almost feminine, as is his long silken strawberry blonde hair. His stubble is a darker red and shows signs of having been worn down from rubbing it on one side.
"You know that won't work. I respect you, your crew and the work we did. I will not kneel to Von-"
He cups a hand over her mouth. "Don't. We don't say that here and you know how we feel about that."
"Well you know I won't stand on the side of a genocidal maniac, you could all just go freelance?" She says, in a hopeful unusual and sultry accent.
"You know we'll lose the Saint of Mermaids to the King if we try to run, and be sunk in the process somewhere. If not now, then later." He takes off his hat and unclasps his hand from hers, raking it through his hair and kicking at the grass ineffectively and angrily. "I thought you'd say yes to me."
"And I thought you'd say yes to me." She retorts, but all the heat is out of it. The sparks are dying in their eyes as his crew assemble on the terrace below - They look between them sharply and then murmur amongst themselves.
"And this is how it ends.. not with a bang, but with a whimper." He says theatrically, putting his heavily ranked and decorated hat on her head and goes to leave, swinging as he is almost yanked off his feet by her strength.
She grasps him by the uniformed shirtfront and drags him in for a kiss that lasts long enough to draw wolf whistles and applause. When they come up for air, he leans down and gently kisses the gold constellation tattooed on her collarbone and then puts two fingers over it. "I'll miss you every day of my life.. I lo.. You know I do.." He says roughly, and pushes past her.
His crew below clink their bottles and pour them out as their Captain approaches via one of the grassy ramps. So many eyes on her, the Captain now.
Tatienne remembers saluting them for the last time, through blurred eyes - her crew, her friends, her favourite people. With deep finality ringing in the air, they return it and then walk away. Then she is standing in the sudden cold, the hot, the freezing, waiting until her legs give out from standing. Thumping onto her damaged knees she crawls and crawls until she reaches the back of a store and it's garden. Curling into a ball underneath the underbrush, putting her sleeve between her teeth as she sobs brokenly, like a child, lost. Alone.
But if the earth ends in fire And the seas are frozen in time There'll be just one survivor The memories of our lifetime