Quindaro

Mysteries Long Forgotten

He watched her and listened, knowing that it was difficult. So many factors were tied to these conflicts between the east and west, and effectively the only things that changed were the accents and the slight varieties in culture. "I understand what you mean. It's a bit difficult living in a land where everyone perceives you as something else even though you aren't that at all. he said smiling at the waitress, Thank you miss, and if those guys over there give you any more trouble, let me know. He said in a hushed voice so only Elsa and her could hear.

The waitress gave him a smile and nodded "Enjoy your meal, and let me know if there's anything else I can do for you!" She said before going back to deal with her other customers. Alden took a drink of his stout and sighed. "If there's one thing the Irish can do, it's make a good stout...." He started in on the sandwich and started to eat bits at a time. "So, Ms. Elsa, snag any boyfriends in your time here?" He asked, smiling as he took another bite. He wondered what her file looked like, though with that spetznaz knife, he could only imagine the blackout on her own file would be impossible to decode.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

"Ah yes, it would be a stupendously bad idea for you to move to America right now, seeing as they seem to be hunting anything Russian." He noted as he walked, noticing that his stride was a bit longer than hers, he'd have to slow the pace perhaps. As he opened the door to the diner, he followed her to the back, picking a small two person booth, he sat and fielded her questions as they came, trying to ignore the other guys in the room that were giving his new partner lewd looks.

"It's quieter here than at home. I actually have moved twice. I tried to work in the courts within France, but their way of living is just a bit much for me personally. So I came here, and joined on as a detective." He then chuckled at her last comment on Germans hating the British. "I was fairly young when the war came to an end, my family was very appreciative of the Brits and the Americans for keeping at least half of Germany away from the Iron curtain, in fact most of us who grew up in West Germany were raised to appreciate the help provided by the Allies." He paused as he noticed the waitress approached, no older than twenty.

"Good afternoon! What kind of drinks can I get or you two?" The waitress asked. "Guinness for me. And I'll be taking the usual Reuben sandwich today." he said giving her a courteous smile. Quickly she wrote it down and turned to Elsa, waiting for her to order.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

He thought for a moment as he moved towards the door, he knew there was a few good restaurants, though there was also more than a few Taverns to get just as good food, though with the dress she was wearing, showing up to those types of places would be out of the question. "The fish and chips are alright, Though I prefer a sandwich such as a Reuben, or ordering a nice quarter house steak." he said giving her a smile. He didn't plan to go anywhere too fancy, but he also didn't want to take her somewhere she'd stick out like a sore thumb, though with wearing yellow, that'd be hard to disguise.

When she nudged past him, he made way for her to make sure she didn't trip, but also so she couldn't pickpocket him without him seeing. "I already stated my opinion on your outfit, quite frankly, you can wear whatever you please, just know that what you're wearing now is what most detectives despise. Attention..." He said opening the door for her to step out of his office. As soon as she was out, he closed the door behind him, and led her down to the ground floor. He could tell the bobby's within the station had their eyes on her, the room was much quieter than usual. He walked over to the coat rack and pulled his coat off and put it on before opening the door to the outside, the rain had kept to a slight drizzle, and it was looking like it'd stay that way.

"So, why London? What is special about working here?" He asked as he started down a direction, they were a couple minutes away from a small diner where they could talk in quiet, and he could get to know her a bit better for their role.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

He smiled, a lot of women have tried and failed in charming him, the dress was always the first he shot down, but if the personality fit properly and she was likable, then she may have a chance. "Ah fair enough, though The reason why I asked, was the last person I talked to that had a blade like that, was dead, and they had no background with the Spetznaz. Yet, they had the knife." He replaced the cigs into his vest and took another sip of his coffee. "Hmm... Interesting, I haven't heard of your contact, though I've got several friends over there who I've sent to keep tabs on movements of certain groups of possible suspects and have them procure a few assets while we're in Prussia."

"I've been in London for a few years, though if you ever need a tour, let me know. As for my partner, I've only had one, but he moved to America to break codes and help them do whatever is going on over there." He then took another drink. "On another note if you'd like to tour Germany, you have no choice but to ask me." he grinned as she then mentioned the history on his file. "My file is mostly confidential, not many will know what lies under those black bars. But I can tell you one thing. It was a lot of standing at that wall." He was then interrupted by the knock at the door. The secretary of Director Donnovan, Ms.Celda. The rumor mill had been churning about her moving up to the position by getting cozy with the director. Though that wasn't his mystery to solve.

Taking his I.D. he glanced over his new papers, A night of reading ahead indeed. He couldn't help to feel like he was more of a spy rather than a detective at this point. Though the fake I.D. is necessary to maintain a believable cover. He raised an eyebrow at her comment and looked himself. "Ah, it seems they've listed us as so." He gave her a small grin before looking down to the paperwork once more to scan through his cover. Brian Vonhammer... He internally sighed as he felt his culture be mocked by the Director.

"Anyway, since you're here, I suppose we should get acquainted even more before we go on this trip." He stood and drank the rest of his coffee. "Lets go for a bite, and we'll see how well this will go. Perhaps we'll run into something interesting along the way there." He set the cup next to the small sink in the room.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

He gave her joke a smile, as he walked back over and prepared her drink. "As much as I love my native tongue, I think we should remain speaking in English." He said glancing over to her. He had a couple mugs in the room, though he had a special one that was a metallic stein, something he carried over from his army days, something about the stainless steel made coffee taste just right.
As he added the cream, he listened to her talk about the case. He'd glanced over the file the other day, but he figured that he'd give it a bit more thought on the next day. He also thought about her comment on his preference of what to speak in.

As he brought the coffee over, he set the cup in front of her glancing over to the knife. Spetznaz... He glanced up at her face once more and walked over to one of the metal chairs and took a seat. "I think we should look around Prussia, I'm sure you have connections, as well as I and they might know where this list is floating around." He said taking a drink.

"Also, that's a curious blade on your thigh. Steal it from the Spetznaz?" he asked giving her a small grin. "If so, you're quite the partner to have. Although we'll have to work on the outfit color of choice as to not stand out. I think we'll have a great partnership." He said withdrawing a pack of cigarettes and knocking one out.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

Alden moved into the room, her joke on the files on his desk was a bit funny, seeing as she was herself Russian. Though there was something else. Her tone was softer, not nearly as harsh as the Russians that he met back in his time guarding the wall, she was casual about it, then her body language was also very calm, she wasn't tense nor making any kind of quick moves as she placed the file down.

He casually walked over to the coffee pot and started it, thanks to it being pre-loaded the night before. He then turned back towards her and gave her a small smile before moving the file she read so he could glance at it. It was a report of last week when he was wrapping up a homicide case.

"The real sensitive documents could never be found by a spy. Though I feel you're definitely not one since you didn't pop a cyanide pill as soon as I walked in." He said chuckling slightly. "Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you Elsa, care for a cup of coffee?" He asked, his German accent was peaking through slightly, His practiced British accent couldn't fully mask his heritage, and he was doing very little to hide it from her.

Mysteries Long Forgotten

First the law degree, then patrolling along that accursed curtain, now this...
He was now Detective Alden Großwitz, due to his time in the military, and the law degree he worked for in Munich. Alden was qualified for this line of work, especially for only being 28 years of age. He'd been a detective for a while now, solving cases that were trivial in certain manners but still cases that needed solving. It was only after a violent crime broke out in London that he actually was assigned a partner to make sure he didn't kick the curb when investigating.

Walking down the street, he made his way to the station where his office was located. The day was as any other, rainy and a bit cold. Though that didn't stop Londoners from enjoying their day. And it most certainly didn't stop killers and thieves from doing their work. Walking into the station, it wasn't bustling too much, but there was a small group talking by the chalkboard near the center. Turns out there was a raid that was underway, routing out possible spies in London. Only a handful have been caught, most die before they can be stopped due to the Russian spies always munching down on the cyanide pill they're given if caught.

"Hey there Detective! Beautiful morning isn't it?" A voice said as he hanged his raincoat on the rack and turned. Alden's attire was different from other bobby uniforms to keep people from being super sketchy around him. Wearing a black pair of slacks a black vest, and underneath was a white long sleeve button up shirt, he eminated his own style, though he carried a Mauser C96 pistol modified to take a magazine in his shoulder holster. It was away from what the standard carry pistol was, but he liked it.

"It's rainy as ever." He said giving Mr.Barclay a smile before ascending the stairs to where his office was located. It wasn't anything fancy, but it had a coffeemaker, three filing cabinets a fairly nice wooden desk littered with papers and documents and files, an office chair, and a couple of other chairs for people to talk to him, and then there was a couple small cabinets and a locker. Then on the wall that was open there was a map of Europe and a map of London, where he had several pieces of paper pinned at certain locations and the typical red yarn connecting a few of them to indicate occurrences that are similar in fashion. Opening the door, he noticed something or rather someone sitting in his chair. "Who... Are you?" He asked closing the door.

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Quin kept silent throughout this leg as he finished his smoke and knocked the pipe clean outside the car. There were many more whisperings that he could hear, though they were more faint than they've ever been while present. Something about who he was with warded the whispers. Or perhaps there was something bigger...

His attention shifted upon the arrival of Mr.Randgriz, He gave the man a once over and noticed that he matched the description of one of the more famous detectives within the city. Rumors passed often about this man within the pubs, though Quin couldn't make anything of it. For the longest time, he thought he was the one going crazy. Well, until he had a run in with things that are slightly supernatural in form. As soon as Mr.Randgriz, Quin gave him a small grin.
"Welcome to this motley crew Mr.Randgriz. I'm Quindaro, glad to have a seasoned detective here as a colleague for whatever this ministry really is for." He said offering to shake his hand briefly before returning to his thoughts.

Slowly he realized they were pulling up to the estate, then immediately he felt a shift as soon as the oaks thickened the sky, there was a feeling, something was watching intently as the whispers intensified fully to the point where he almost could make out the words coherently. Then in a flash as soon as they crossed the gates, everything stopped immediately. No more whispers, no more being watched by the same being. Though there was a pulsing within this estate, something powerful magically. Something older, and it's something that wards off most magical beings that aren't permitted through the gates.

He continued to follow the group, his eyes found key parts of the structure, noting the Gothic architecture and giving a small chuckle, not many buildings follow this type of structure nowadays, though this building looked fit for royalty. As they made their way, he found he agreed with Miss Haven, the building itself was silent to him, more quiet than he was usually used to, the absence of the constant voices was more creepy than having a constant voice in his head.

As he walked into the Drawing room, he noticed it looked like the sitting room of some kind of hunter or exotic traveler. He approached the coat rack and removed his duster coat and tophat, revealing a newer model of a Mauser C96 in his shoulder holster along with a few pouches that held vials close to him on his belt. "Quite the collector, this Weisskampf... eccentric to say the least. Though I wonder..." He glanced at the bar, but then to the bookshelf and made his way over to it, running his fingers over the dusted spines of the books. Anthropology, Bestiaries, Technical notes, Maps, there was many books on different topics, though he had a feeling there were so many more books hidden further within the manor.

Lands of Stratholm Roleplay.

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Hey you! Yeah you, take a seat there. So are ya new 'round here? I ask 'cause, you look a bit lost. Out of the void is where you came from! Well shit mate, you know almost nothing then, do you? Well, I suppose I should start from the beginning then. *Sets two pints of ale upon the counter* Drink up.

*Comes around taking his apron off perching himself on a barstool.*
Thousands of years ago, the ancients roamed the lands we know today as Stratholm. The ancients were massive creatures that towered higher than any of our cities. The first denizens lived in small villages, mostly underground living off of what little could grow, plus whatever tried to scurry down away from the massive ancients. Then it was told that there was a war in the heavens, a great schism that eventually led to the bombardment of the land. The stories that survived, tell of a hundred years of bombardment as greatstone fell from the sky and the frequent sound of horns being blown in the heavens. *Gulps down a portion of ale.* Anyway, they say this is what really sparked the influence of religion in the beginning. The gods that won the war of the heavens are said to be the same that killed off the giants on the surface world, making way for us to arise a couple centuries later.

Soon enough the elders set out to discover new lands and then you probably can figure out how the rest of the story goes. There are Ten countries on these two continents that you'll come to as you explore. Cahal Midiial, Aldomir, Myranth, Grimdal, Verstrid, Fismdor, Denrath, Kefelheim, Deccamva, and Xarmaz. The lands use different mixtures of technology, magic and alchemy, Some relying on one of them or all three. Throughout the lands you'll find different kinds of people. You'll most certainly find, Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Gnomes, Maybe a few Halflings that are adventurous and wander away from their villages. You may also find Beastmen, Half-Demons, Orcs, and many other different races out there.

I'll also warn ya of something. Wars are frequent. Sometimes lasting a few days to a couple years, and causes are ranging from petty squabbles or grave circumstances. Pay attention to the political climate of the city that you're in, and make sure you're not caught in the middle of everything. Things tend to get hairy fast. Not to mention *Leans in close* there have been a few venturin parties that traveled north to Grimdal and never returned. They say that there's something strange brewing up there. Unless you're feeling like a hero, I'd avoid the frigid north.

Now, If you’re ever in need of guidance anywhere, just ask around and perhaps you'll find your way. Or you could always come back to my tavern.

Good luck out there stranger.
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Hello and welcome to the lands of Stratholm RP interest check! This is a large scale RP that can have a large player base and is of limitless potential!

In this world it is a Steampunk aesthetic, airships fly by occasionally, walking tanks going into battle, massive boilers and cogs running factories, lotsa steampunk is encouraged. Technology can go up to the mid 1980's but put a steampunk twist on it!

If you're interested even slightly Shoot me a PM!

-Quindaro