Marcus XVI

Feral

The operation had been much quicker and much less painful than Cadogan had imagined, though he was a bit pale and weary he couldn't stop himself from smiling. After all everything had gone perfectly for a change - apart from a broken wine bottle, which reminded the Great Inventor that it would take a while for him to get used to the new arm. He had politely bidden farewell to Alonzo and his healer friend and headed back towards the building where the Council was meeting.

Surprisingly the white haired man managed to reach the Council building without further incidents and had purchased a short gray cape to cover the metallic arm of his. As he glanced up the stairs he came to the conclusion that some kind of a ruckus had ocured moments before - a ruckus he was not keen on exploring - besides the guards would most likely just detain him at the door if he'd try to approach.

Very casually Cadogan seated himself on one of the steps and lit his pipe. "I wonder what's going on in there?" He asked from himself after blowing a ring of smoke. He moved two small switches on his arm and some of the runes stopped gleaming. Then the white haired man very cautiously took hold of the pipe with the metallic fingers of his left hand. "Hmh... Atleast this thing works... Now what could I add to it?" The Great Inventor's mind began racing again.

Feral

I'll do my best to get a post up today ^^

Feral

Hmm, should I write a post?

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Well I do think it would be appropriate to a certain degree, but I prefer to stick with my on characters as much as possible since their thoughts, feelings and other such I have full control over.

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And I have posted ^^

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After a while the men had returned to meet with their commanders and Ramia had given the command to the Avar twins - despite her insistence on a second round of patrolling the area the brothers instead decided to keep the morale of the men up and gave them the rest of the night off. They themselves headed to Stillwalker's Fall for few tankards of ale where they would drink until they'd be asked to leave.

Ramia on the other hand made her way to her meeting with the Lord of Swords. When her presence was announced the Lady Crow had politely removed her hat, dropped on one knee and greeted the Lord of Swords very politely before taking her place on the table.

Soon the talks turned in to the matter of dissidents and executions - Ramia's father had been very cozy in these kinds of talks, but then again he had been a psychopath who had gotten away with killing his own wife and eldest son. He had loved the chance of sending out the Crossbowmen to the streets to spread chaos and bloodshed. The black haired woman listened every word with an expression of icy calmness, but at the same time her mind was racing.

When Ramia had been asked a question she pondered the answer for a good while - it had felt like an eternity for her. When she finally spoke her tone was quite cold, but nonetheless very polite. "I could spare you a few squads - though my sharpshooters might not be the best option for quelling dissidents. If the very best of the best men of the Royal Guard Houses are seen spilling blood of peasants, thieves, whores and other such it will first of all lower the morale of the Crossbowmen since they have been forced upon such a task which is in their own - and in my - opinion well beneath them." She stood politely and moved her left hand behind her back while continuing. "As you know, m'lord the Crossbowmen of the Guard Houses have over the years proven their loyalty and skill under the leadership of the House Crow - My house, which has served you and your family unquestionably for generations. Now, please m'lord, take no offense in my words when I ask you; should these skilled men and women who have honed their skill for years be sent to deal with a minor uprising of whores and thieves? Is it a reward worthy of their years of service?"

The Lady Crow turned her attention to the Counselor and continued with a slightly more icy tone - which she would have not used if she had been in any lesser position, or if she hadn't already proven herself to be a skilled and charismatic leader with years of experience under her belt despite being in her early 30's. "Is the House Raven perhaps doing their job poorly? Do you perhaps lack the will to honor our Lord's orders? Or is it perhaps money you lack?" The dark haired woman paused for a moment and actually smiled at the old Counselor like she had just caught him lying. "Or perhaps the lack of money isn't the option after all..."

Ramia lifted her right hand in an apologetic gesture and bowed her head towards the Councilor. "My apologies, implying that the good men and women of your House would be so spineless, disloyal and dishonorable towards our Lord that they'd accept bribes would be most impolite of me. Also implying that the men under your command are badly out of shape and in need of some good training if they are having troubles with what must be a small handful of disloyal curs... Would be most impolite of me."

She took a deep breath and bowed her head towards the Lord of Swords. "My apologies, m'lord - if my bluntness has insulted you. I take full responsibility and accept any kind of retaliation against myself as you humble and royal subject."

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Nothing much is happening yet, but things will get rolling properly after you have posted your starting post - I think. ^^

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The Crossbowmen of the Guard Houses usually worked in small groups - most often 10 men, but today there were noticeably larger concentrations of the men wearing their long black tunics and gray breastplates. The officers were discerned from the regular rank and file by the blue feathers on their wide hats and high collared cloaks.

One member of a group of officers however stood out with her breastplate having the emblem of the House Crow and the hat had a bright green feather. She had pulled the long collar of her cloak up and made sure her hair also covered the left side of her face.

Two nearly identical men followed after their commander and actually were deep in a rather pointless conversation about the lack of good wine in the current part of the city. Ramia let out a rather exasperated gasp and brought the unit of 20 men to a halt. With a little movement of her hand she motioned the rank and file men to form up in to two rows on either side of the road. "Since the noble twins Avar seem to have no love for cheap wine the lot of you have half an hour to reach the closest winehouse, enjoy two goblets of the cheapest wine they are offering and be back here. Am I understood?

The small group of Crossbowmen lifted their fists to their chests and let out a syncronous "Yes, Lady Crow." before they began running up the small hill towards a winehouse. "I still don't get why you keep doing that..." Caerin mumbled as he adjusted his blue feathered hat and spat on the cobblesstones while ever so slightly stroking his thin goatee. Ramia flashed a little smile "Well, dear Caerin. It keeps the morale of the men up - besides..." She lit a cigarette while leaning against the wall - though the lady did noticeably flinch as the paper began burning. "...It gives me a moment to clear my head before I have to meet the Lord of Swords himself."

Dion let out a little gasp "You are going to meet the Lord of Swords today? Why didn't you inform us earlier?" The twins glanced at each other like they had been betrayed ever so slightly. The black haired woman just forced the most innocent smile to her lips. "I just told you, besides I intend to go there alone - so you'll have the command again."

Caerin rolled his eyes "For what, half an hour? Or are you going to barricade yourself in one of the more shady winehouses again?" Though his tone was warm and humorous the look on his face changed in to a very apologetic one the very moment his eyes met with Ramia's. The Lady Crow blew out a ring of smoke and gave the blonde haired men a rather nasty look. "If you keep using that tone with me Caerin there are going to be consequences."

"Like sending us to bed without dinner?" Dion mumbled under his breath. The rather unnerving silence was broken by the three friends bursting in to laughter.

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Hmm, now, where should I begin...

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Shishio Makoto from Rurouni Kenshin