Androk Jeggare's page

"New beginnings," Jeggare echoes. "With hard work and a bit of luck. As always, should you find new information that is time-critical, do not hesitate to send a message to Gideon D at the store-front attached to the orphanage; as always, he will be able to get a message to me through Mordecai. Good luck to each of you, and gods bless." He nods, then accompanies Lucien out of the planning room.

"Look further into Sœur Argent as well, if you can," suggests Androk to Lily. "Lucien, I would predict that Sœur Cadet is in a position to have some sort of repeat contact with Bonfils. You might have you and yours keep your ears open and see if anyone besides us is asking after her; that may lead you to Cadet's ... non-Gardener identity." Nodding at Jerome, he adds, "I think you mean Sœur Glauque, Soucy's judge in this, not Sœur Cendre who is Joubert's. But in the same line as Lucien, see if your people can suss out who might be nosing about Lambert; that may be Frère Nickel.

"Garson, Thibaut Belmont sounds like he might be a businessman; see if you can't approach him, find out more about him. Sœur Cendre also sounds like she might be a sober individual; see if you can't find out a bit more on that front." He strokes his thumb next to his nose, then grimaces. "I'll see if I can't find out anything more about Sœur Cendre and Frère Ardoise, not to mention some kind of information about Frères Nickel and Charbon; I'll see if my people have information on Joubert, Soucy, and Belmont as well. And if push comes to shove, I'll go have a talk with the archer Pascal."

He looks around at his five co-conspirators, then goes to fetch the wine decanter. "A toast," he proposes, going about and pouring at least a mouthful into everyone's glass, his own being last. Decanter down and glass up, he lifts it. "To the end of the revolution," he proposes and, presuming he is echoed, swallows down the mouthful-and-some.

"Lucien," he adds, "let me walk you up; I had a question about a rumor I heard regarding your commanding officer."

The prosecutor's begrudging admittance that one couldn't prove incompetence seems to Androk a topic of particular distaste for the human-looking tiefling; the Haven's patron nods thoughtfully, for a moment appearing regretful but then returning to cold-blooded calculation as to who would be better off dead. He watches the others handling the figures, as if having something to touch allowed his compatriots to get a better grasp on the individuals themselves, and a slight, abstracted smile ghosts onto his face.

A nod goes to Lucien at the Lieutenant's question about execution. "If they make it that far, they do. Something of a final test of their resolve and ... qualifications." He glances from one to the other to the next, gauging thought processes, listening to the points being debated.

"I think," he finally and slowly says, "that using the Gilded Lily too much would call unwanted attention to the place. I think that Counselor Lemaître is right, and that the Lieutenant should encounter his fellow, and engage Lieutenant Bonfil in philosophical debate about the ... hm." He stares at Bonfil's figure, then looks over at the military man. Bluntly, he states, "Not to offend, Lucien, but you lean too much on Alix for certain elements of thinking. That's going to bite you in the ass one of these days, but with luck it won't be in the next week or so. You need to engage her sense of morality, but you're going to have to do it by way of her ethics. The Army, and you especially, cannot be thought of as taking a moral stand. An ethical one, though -- that's what discipline and following orders is about. So while you're going to have to invoke the final blades at some point, I'd suggest approaching it with a discussion about obeying orders, something along those lines. Whether it's necessary to follow an order you know is wrong, that sort of thing. You can," he adds drily, "undoubtedly pull from your own experience." His smile, however, does its best to rob the minor jibe of any sting.

"Garson," he reminds the merchant for what seems to be the ten thousandth time, "no wine at this table. I'd rather not have to copy my notes again." Garson hasn't spilled wine in over a year, and has long since gotten into the habit of having the glass in his 'away' hand, but Androk is somewhat of a paranoid sort.

"A couple or three of things wrong with some of the ideas, unfortunately. First, the Lieutenant isn't permitted to march into town on any day but his assigned day, and can't keep the peace anywhere but his assigned station. As much as I'd like him to be able to have a hand in it, unless we make it happen outside the city walls, Lucien is out of it.

"Point the second -- having to do with the same plan -- is that we can't be sure from one night to the next where Joubert is staying. And as a sub-point, as it were, well -- I don't know if I agree that Joubert is ... unredeemable. I mean, he sounds like a follower of Ragathiel to me; if we let him survive this, maybe find a way to infuriate him against Sœur Cendre, see her as being a criminal, then we might be able to find out more about him. We might just need to cull his gang, we might need to put him down as a mad dog, but ... I don't know if we have enough information to make a solid decision either way.

"The third," Jeggare admits regretfully, "is the problem of foreknowledge. While Dolorès must work on being more open, more tied into the people around her perhaps," and here his attention turns to the mystic, "you're going to simply go about your daily business, without displaying any sort of awareness that someone's got their eye on you for --" he waves his hand "-- all of this. And while I don't think you sabotaging someone would be bad for you, exactly ... it would be out of character for you. So just ... go about your business, as it were. And when they pull you in, act natural. Well, natural with a bit more liveliness, I suppose." He smiles wryly.

"So. My suggestions are for Lucien to work -- as subtly as he can -- on Lieutenant Bonfils; Lucien, while I don't want you to keep leaning so heavily on her, I suppose you might consider bringing Alix with you to help stimulate the conversation. Lily, if you want to prime Cadet to highlight Bonfils' opinions on innocence, that'll definitely help there. I think removing Lambert is definitely no loss to the city, but I'm not so certain that either Soucy or Joubert are truly harmful -- or couldn't be put to better use. We have Dolorès essentially considered ..." He stares at the rest of them, then says slowly, "I ... really think we need more information on who to select and who to remove, all while making sure that the Gray Gardeners know nothing about the fact that we're making the selection for them this time. Going by the wording of the missive, though, the fifth is the day they'll actually make the choices -- or announce them to each other, perhaps. We have until then to get more information, make a plan for each of them, and put those plans into action."

Looking around, he says, "Except for you, Dolorès, why don't we each select one candidate and one Gardener -- perhaps those we each individually already know about, and we'll pick up the slack on the others -- and try to find out more about them? Let's make, say, the thirty-first as a deadline, and all meet again here?"

The host nods back to Lilli as she takes the seat at the end closest to him; he's fully aware of her entirely-justified paranoia, relatively minimal though it is, and leaves the end seat available to her as a specific concession. In her line of work, that quirk will some day save her life.

Lucien receives a nod -- or rather, a bow of the head -- in response; Jeggare waits, however, brushing aside small flakes of the boule he's tearing apart and eating, listening to the banter between soldier and gang boss as he waits for the others to show.

Lemaître receives the same sort of head-bow after his greeting; a wry smile curls onto his lips as the counsellor notices the better-than-usual vintage that's on the table tonight. Well, when one has the financial ability to develop the palate for such a thing, and moves among the sorts of circles Lemaître does, one would be a fool not to develop the knowledge necessary; sometimes a public recognition of such a thing can be as important as knowing who to bow to, and who to ignore.

With Dolorès, however, Jeggare will rise to greet her; a bow over her hand, a fatherly embrace, and he holds her chair for her to settle down. "The meditation room here remains ready for you, should you need its use," he adds in a murmur as he pushes her chair in. Aware of her extraordinary distractability, he makes a point of putting a half-loaf of food on her plate, as well as a palm-sized round of cheese. "Here, the hives have been rather bountiful of late," he adds, drawing closer to her a small crock of honey.

About then is when the muffled sounds of Garson's footsteps approaching can be heard. Jeggare will look towards the hallway through which the importer will enter, his eyebrows rising as the entry of the last of the group gives the quill-haired tiefling the sense of a forward-rushing shieldman -- or, considering the way he flourishes his cloak off, perhaps one of the city's several vigilantes. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards, but he only returns to his seat, listening to the greetings and cross-chatter.

"Enough," he finally says, without the vibrance and charisma that most of the others present at the table can bring to bear, but with a sense of 'father hushing the children'. "Garson, while you and Lily both have the wherewithal to put out broadsheets and perhaps spread ideas, please do not either of you go off half-cocked; Citizen Goss still has the government, the merchant class, and the mob all in the palm of his hand, and we've yet to formulate a clear, concise plan for a strong, balanced, and most importantly just government with which to supplant the current one.

"Nor can the Army, or even a part of it --" and here Jeggare nods at Lucien "-- under the Lieutenant enter the city except under very specific orders, which we all know are restrictive in the extreme; keeping the peace at L'Esplanade des Invalides or whichever other market to which they are assigned is the furthest extent the City Guard will allow -- and even though their control of the city is lacking in many areas," and another nod is given, this time to 'Mama Lily', acknowledging her establishment of a modicum of control and stability over her small area in the Theater Quarter, "they still have their champions in the Senate and within the Revolutionary Council itself -- champions who won't allow the Army a whit more authority than they've been given." He gives a thin, flat smile, acknowledging the fact that that particular set of rules are going to have to be utterly shattered at some time in the future.

"A fair start we may have made, in developing our contacts and building our organizations, but there is much work to be done -- an important turning point which we now come to." Looking around the table, he meets each gaze as he comes to them -- 'Mama Lily' to his right, at one end of the table; Jerome to her right, then Lucien sharing the same long side of the table; Garson opposite Lily; and finally Dolorès, to Jeggare's left and sharing that long side of the table with him. "A copy of a document has come into my possession, by means better left unsaid, listing those upon whom the eyes of the Gray Gardeners have fallen -- those whom the Gardeners would recruit. There are seven names, three of whom they will draw into their clutches."

He pauses for a moment, then turns his head slightly sideways, looking not-quite-at Dolorès beside him. "Your name is on the list. If you are ready to dare it, this is our chance to ensure that you are one of the three selected -- by making at least four of the others ... unacceptable. Or unavailable."

... darn, thought I had until later tonight. That's what I get for not doing it last night like I was gonna!! ;) Good luck, RH/Narsus!

I'm redoing a background for Androk, as well as revisiting the sheet. This one isn't up-to-date, but gives you an idea of ... well, who he is. Ish. ;) Not a blast-and-battler, that's for certain.

Also rather interested -- using Androk Jeggare or some variation on him (originally for the Alive in the Red Revolution campaign), albeit modified for this campaign. From what I can see offhand, he gets stripped down to 3rd, and needs to convert the tiefling to something else -- which, considering the attribute set, shouldn't be much of a burden. I'll be sad to see the darkvision go, along with its development into 'see in darkness', and alas that Campaign Trait from Red Revolution is going to make the Safe House disappear, but ...

Quick Q, though -- that 3000gp is the 3rd level WbL, not 3rd WbL + 3000, right?