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Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Emmaline took a sip of her own wine. Truthfully she wasn't much of a judge but it tasted good to her. The meal and the drink were expensive as she measured such things, but living with Albrecht encouraged a very transitory view of wealth. Spend what you had before it was gambled away. It was better to eat like a queen today rather than depend on porridge for a month.

"Well for the first," she paused considering her words and taking another sip of wine.

"My father was a potter and my mother was a seamstress," she explained.

"They thought they could marry me off into the lower aristocracy, a real coup for them," Emmaline said, her voice a touch bitter. It had been obvious to her parents that their daughter would be a beauty and they had sought to take full advantage of the situation.

"They spent what little they could scrape together to hire coaches for me for speech and etiquette, so I'd be better equipped to find a husband." The training had been tedious in the extreme and her tutors had been severe dour women, mostly former servants of the nobility who for one reason or another had fallen out of favor with their masters. Spending hours being instructed on how to alter the Altdorf street accent into the loftier noble cast had not been something a rambunctious young girl had particularly enjoyed.

"After you learn to act as one thing, it isn't difficult to see the trick of acting as another," Emmaline told Neil smiling slightly at the way her parents lofty ambition had been perverted.

"Of course that all came crashing down when I started showing.... talent," she continued. It had began with headaches and bad dreams, but it hadn't been long before milk started unexpectedly curdling and candle flames would take on odd colors. It had been then, at fourteen years of age, that she committed her first serious crimes, theft for the most part in which she had stolen a nobles golden pendant, lured by what she would later come to recognize as gold lust. Fortunately Altdorf was a cosmopolitan city, long familiar with the Colleges of Magic, and a passing wizard had spotted her potential before the city watch were able to solve a string of jewelry thefts.

"My parents were furious of course no one wants to have a child like that, plus there investment was wasted as no one, much less a wealthy nobleman, is likely to marry a... well someone like me," she concluded. Her tone was blithe but she was unable or unwilling to keep the slight tightening of pain from her voice.

"They were never really that fond of me, other than as an investment, so they tossed me out. I couldn't afford the dues at the College of course, but Albrecht, he is my master, was willing to take me on provided I would work for him," Emmaline snickered. At the time she had been disconsolate at the notion of spending years as the drudge of an old liver spotted wizard. Albrecht did expect her to clean, though his initial insistence that she cook for him had quickly withered in the face of Emmaline's incredible knack for ruining any meal she attempted to prepare.

"He is not a very powerful wizard, but he was a great teacher when it came to running scams," she chuckled. Life with Albrecht had often been unpleasant and frustrating. He was lecherous, lazy and almost completely uninterested in instructing her in magic. Most of what she had learned had been through reading in his tattered library or from other apprentices she met around the college. It had never been boring though, and she had fond memories of the schemes they had hatched and the cons they had pulled.

"As for how many people," she blew out a breath considering. It wasn't an easy question, as lying and scamming had been such a part of her life.

"Probably something like thirty big cons, like the one with the 'mining' we pulled here," she explained, "but plenty of small stuff too, passing fake coins, counterfeit cosmetics and stuff."

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Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

"It was perfect," Emmaline told him with a wicked grin. Reasoning that such a grin would not have been found on a real justicar, she smoothed her face.

"Don't you worry, right at this moment the Dean has flunkies who are learning about a justicar having a conversation with someone who maybe, possibly looked like an guild apprentice," she assured him confidently. Even if the Dean himself hadn't given the order, some officious underling, eager to curry favor, would have taken the initiative. Of course they wouldn't be able to identify Neil by sight, which was perfect, speculation would fuel the rumor she was trying to create. Emmaline was very pleased with herself, and very pleased with the effect her outfit was having on Neil. It had cost her three gold Imperials afterall, she might as well get some fun out of it.

"As for a second date, I have just the place..."

Conyer's was an upscale reasturant in the Brettonian fashion, rather than inn that served food as was more typical of Imperial eating establishments. It was more expensive than a chophouse, but not so much that it had to cater to the upper crust of the nobility and the merchant class. It was the kind of place a moderately successful guild member or a modest merchant might bring their wife for dinner. The perfect place to spread more rumors of a justicar meeting with a guild apprentice. The reasturant itself was a two story affair with the traditional stone ground floor. At some point in the past a fire had ravaged the building. Rather than rebuild it completely, an expensive undertaking in Nuln, the reasturanter had purchased it and rebuilt the foot print mostly in decking, with a single smaller structure around the stair case. The resulting space was a kind of open air dining platform that gave the diners a chance to view the city and the river. Had the view been better it would have been a hotspot, but it was pleasant enough. In bad weather canvas awnings could be rigged to keep the diners dry.

Given that Blackpowder week was still in full swing, the place was crowded, though not so packed that Emmaline had trouble convincing a waiter to find them a table. The kitchen served roast chicken and a potato and leek soup that was very pleasant, as well as fresh brown bread with crocks of local butter. There was ale and wine also, though several tables were drinking Brettonian Brandy.

"I'm afraid we don't have any vodka madame," a waiter told Emmaline when she asked. She shot Neil a wicked look when the fellow turned to look towards a particularly loud blast off in the distance.

"Wine for me then, something red," Emmaline told him. Truthfully she would have preferred ale, but this was a business dinner as well as a social one, and it paid to keep up appearances.

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"We need a well bred soft eastern noblewoman about as much as we need to be dragged behind our horses for a day," Phaedra snarled. The whole idea was preposterous, under normal circumstances the Satrap might or might not have moved energetically against them, but with his daughter missing he would come at them with everything he had. The sensible thing to do would have been to ransom the girl for safe passage back to the coast. Unfortunately in war, as in life, the sensible thing often wasn't what happened. The faces of the Miravet guarding the woman were already hardening. Phaedra held up her hands in supplication. It was an item of custom, almost religious tradition that any woman could approach a Saleri and enlist. Not infrequently the lure of escaping jealous husbands or controlling fathers was a much a motivator as marshal zeal. The Saleri would not react well if word got out that Phaedra had denied a woman a chance to serve, even this woman.

"Phoebe, your Syndi is short a member is it not?" she demanded. The woman's face, previously hard went blank. It was one thing to advocate for a tradition, it was quite another to have it come back and bite you in the ass. A Syndi was responsible for a girls training as well as for seeing to her funeral rites and the distribution of her property.

"Fine she is your problem, get rid of her finery and find her some armor. I expect you to work her as hard as any recruit, harder you hear me?" Phaedra snapped.

"I want the servants kept underguard, she is no bloody officer in this Saleri," the commander concluded. Tachmeena came to her feet with the insulted dignity of royalty.

"These servants are under my protection they..." The noble Atvari spun to the ground as Phoebe clouted her across the jaw. The blow was open palmed but it had been no theatrical tap. One of the servants tried to rush to her mistress' side but another Miravet, Khloe, punched her in the chest then kicked her feet from under her.

"Shut your mouth when First is speaking Tac," Phoebe admonished, grabbing the girl by the arm and hauling her to her feet.

"Tac," Phaedra replied, turning the word over in her mouth, "I like it."

"Any time you want to quit Tac, you just say the word and we will be happy to return you to your father," Phaedra told the noblewoman. Tachmeena was wiping tears from her eyes with the hand that Phoebe wasn't holding.

"Yes... First?" the Atvari mumbled. Phaedra nodded then turned her back on the girl.

"Work her hard Phoebe, hard as the Huntress' hand, and cut her some wood."

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@Samson the Sock

Thank you. The main reason openly NSFW rps are not allowed is so the google search algorithm doesn't classify this site as adult (based on text searches), as that search is text based its unlikely any of these images would be a problem. Although I do sometimes produce drawings which are a great deal more sexual than these, I don't post them here (even behind hiders) out of a respect for the fact that we have minors in our community.

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@Samson the Sock

Is there some reason I should be? This thread exists more or less for me to keep a kind of portfolio, the mods have in the past asked me to keep things that are particularly NSFW behind hiders which I do.

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@Samson the Sock

Not particularly no.

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"Let's keep as low of a profile as we can," Raddek said to Emmaline.

@POOHEAD189

No problem!

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Emmaline nearly walked on. She paused in mid stride beneath the gates staring longingly at the streets beyond. All she had to do was take two more steps and she could leave her fellow prisoners to deal with there own problems. Cursing herself for a fool she turned around and walked back towards the guard with all the offended dignity she could muster.

"A jester," she began with a despairing glance at Lorcan, "is supposed to be funny." She turned an apologetic look upon the guard, rolling her blew eyes in a long suffering fashion.

"I apologize for our wretched condition, it has been a long march, I am Lady Emmaline Von Morganstern and these," she paused to sweep her hand over the rest of the group, "are my retainers."

"We were set upon by bandits not a days march for your walls, oh not to worry, we won't blame you for such misfortunes when we report the matter to the city council," she continued, the slight stress on 'blame' was hardly noticeable. She didn't know precisely what political conditions prevailed within the city but the tendency of those in power to pass blame down to the lowest member of a food chain was a human universal.

"I am afraid that our valuables were mostly lost in the bandit attack, even my clothes!" she bemoaned, eyes indignant with the injustice of it all.

"We were forced to flee with nothing but what we were carrying, I had nothing but my sleeping shift!"

"Captain Raddek," she barked, turning to the mercenary, "Please take these men's names so we can assure they are suitably rewarded for speeding our way into the city once I have spoken to my Guest Friends in the city. Raddek managed to keep his eyes from bulging though his lips moved silently. Emmaline thought he might be mouthing the words 'low profile' probably followed by something obscene.

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Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

It had taken the better part of two days to assemble the outfit. Fortunately a few gold coins could purchase almost anything in a city like Nuln. She stepped out into the square dressed in an outfit of tight highly polished black leather. It had been cut for someone slimmer than she and it hugged her body distractingly. A stole of fine grey silk was draped over her shoulders and a silver amulet depicting the Owl of Vernea hung around her neck. Her fine blond hair and been pulled back into a pair of extremely severe braids that were held in place with silver pins. She walked across the square, attempting to control her natural impulse to sashy, but she still turned heads. That was part of the reason she had chosen not to alter the costume for a better fit. It was important she be seen, be noticed. It also had the added benefit of letting her dress up for Neil.

She reached the fountain at the center of the platz at about the same time Neil did. Emmaline paused for a moment as though resting from the heat. A moment later Neil arrived also, taking a seat on the stone beside her. The began to talk, going through the script they had laboriously prepared. At several points during the conversation, when natural quiets fell, she laughed loudly. At least once the dean looked over at her. Once they reached the end of the script she rose and passed a piece of parchment to Neil. It was theatre, the parchment was blank, but it cemented the idea for any onlookers that something had passed between them. After that Emmaline stood up and headed over towards where the dean was making his report.

"Dean Lebowitz Von Wickenbach," she called from the edge of the perimeter. He turned and glanced at her. The dean's eyes were conflicted. On the one hand, he had a mans appreciation for a pretty woman. On the other he had the beauracrats distaste for a Justicar. Practitioners of the law were never viewed with favor by such men.

"Justicar," he said with a thin veneer of neutral politeness.

"I am new in Nuln and would like to call on the school about a professional matter, an improperly dismissed student," she said. The Dean shook his head.

"You must speak to the clerks tomorrow Frauline," he declared and turned away from her. Emmaline kept her face placid and professional as she headed out of the square. It wasn't until she turned a corner that her smile spread across her face.