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Ignatio growls and darts to the back room. He hovers around the hole in the ground, grumbling to himself and glaring at the front door. "Bloody Hellknights. Bloody Cheliax. Bloody everything. Krump! No time for eating. In the hole man. We will find you something to beat or eat later!" Sliding down the ladder, Ignatio crouches in the darkness for a moment before golden runes begin to form around his hand. Drawing his rapier with his other hand, he reaches out and momentarily presses his palm to the weapon Krump carries, looking away as light bursts forth from his hand and the weapon begins to glow brightly.
"We should get moving!"
Jumping to his feet and drawing his rapier, Ignatio stares around for a moment before kicking over a table and setting his shoulder to it as jet black runes begin to flow down the length of blade he held. "По всем адов, которые когда-либо были, могут в этот день стать еще хуже" Infernal:
"By all the hells that have ever been, could this day get any worse?" "How about we stay away from the windows and see about getting out of here? I dunno about you guys but I honestly do not want to fight a Hellknight. I hear they tend to kill what resists them!"
Ignatio stood with his back to the room, leaning his forearm on the mantelpiece as he took a long slow draw from his pipe. Frowning into the cold depths of the fireplace, he exhaled a ring of smoke, sending it up to the ceiling above his head. He sighed softly before tamping out his pipe and sliding it behind his belt, before turning to join the conversation, a confident smile appearing on his face as if by magic. "Well I assumed there would be more of us but this is almost perfect. A small force, dedicated to change within Westcrown? Exactly what we have needed for the longest time. I do not want it to sound like I am boasting, but I have been attempting to affect that change myself over the last while but sadly I am just one man!" His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his rapier as he strode casually around the room, stopping near Krump and patting the man on the shoulder. "Well... One man and a mountain of muscle!" He grinned at the giant Orc beside him. He took a moment to peruse the room, glancing at each of the other occupants in turn before turning back to Janvien. "I can only speak for myself but I am in. If I can thumb my nose at the controlling council, the Devils who call this city home AND the monsters that inhabit it, all at the same time, I will do whatever the hell you want me to lass!" He grinned before sweeping her a bow. "Ignatio Frederico Alexander Aulamaxa, at your service!"
'Well if that is not unsettling I do not know what is...' Ignatio takes another swig of wine, subconsciously loosing a knife in his boot, under the guise of scratching his calf, as the cloak floats towards them. 'Oh... Oh it is another one of our group. Oh okay then!' "Welcome mysterious stranger!" Ignatio nodded friendly and smiled. "Krump old boy, would you care for some mead? Meat?"
Yeah the group is loving it. I too am tweaking it a little. I have six players so I need to change just about everything up along to keep it level compatible. It is good though. Very interesting stuff!
That is actually the most heinous stat line ever... You are an unlucky guy!
Ignatio stood, head bent, face hidden in the deep recesses of his cowl as he surveyed the man before him. "One more move and I slice that filthy throat of yours pig!" He had stumbled across the man attempting to rob a woman, as he was making a pass through one of the seedier parts of the city. "Oh yeah? You and what army boy?" The thug laughed, straightening and turning to glare menacingly at Ignatio. "Don't need an army to kick your ass friend, only need my own self!" Jet black ruins flowed along the length of his blade like blood, spreading from his hand, along the silvery length of steel, wreathing it in a dark magical halo. [b]"Now lets get down to business!"
Coughing softly in to my hand, I smile discreetly, before before speaking up, making a point of having my voice carry. "A fine warm up dear Rosa. You play your part perfectly. We shall begin momentarily!" I pose and preen, playing my part perfectly.
Leaning in close to Serjia, I whisper softly, for her ears only. "We are performing the third act today Rosa. Do not worry, I do not think anyone noticed!" I pat her on the shoulder encourageingly and smile.
Earlier:
As the group begin to leave, I make my way to the young serving woman from before, slipping a gold coin in to her hand and a folded piece of paper in to the other. With a smile, I bow, kissing her hand softly, thanking her profusely, before making my way to the door. With one last glance back, I smile my most winning smile, before slipping out in to the night.
GM:
Note-
My Dear, You would honor me if you would accompany me to dinner tomorrow night. It would be a pleasure to spend time in your company once again!
I look forward to hearing from you. Yours
Basking in the light of morning, I smile, as we walk towards the performance area. 'A beautiful day after a good night out with friends, what could be better?' Coming across Vizarno berrating the Urchin, I step forward, pushing the man back a step gently. "Ease down man. He meant no harm. Did you boy?" Grinning down at the boy I pull two silver coins from my pocket, offering them to him. "For having to deal with this grouch!" I wink and laugh softly, before pointing him towards a stack of crates, where he can watch the show from. "A beatiful day for acting. Let us get to it hey?"
Standing, I rest my hand lightly on Krazga's shoulder, before smiling at the Nobleman. "Sir, I do not know why you approached us this evening, it is a puzzle, yes? You are drunk... Unseemly so, it would seem, should you be lowering yourself to comment on my friends in such a manner. Fear not, however, we are of thicker skin, than to take the drunken mutterings of an old man to heart. But perhaps you should leave yes? The streets are not safe at night, after all. It would be a great pity, should your Lordship, be caught, drunk and disorderly, by the Hellknights, or the beasts that roam the night!" Grinning darkly, I bow my head softly, in a mocking gesture of submittance.
"But it is of course up to you, m'Lord. I would not deem to tell such an esteemed member of the community," I pause, studying the man for an instant, before giving an exaggerated sniff of dismissal, "how he should or should not act..." Taking a seat again, I turn my back on the man, and begin to pointedly talk to Krazga. "The play shall be a success my friend. When that happens, the whole city will be at our fingertips!"
I smile broadly at the young serving woman and incline my head. Taking a seat, I lean back in my chair, smiling around the group. "To success!" Smiling, I take a long sip of wine, before leaving the cup down on the table before me. "Well... To not dying horribly, anyway!" Laughing softly, I nod. I stare around the bar covertly, seeming to study the people at my table, rather than the rest of the inhabitants of the bar.
Sighing, I frown in to my cup, before taking a drink. "I must say... I will not mourn when the practice is over and the real thing begins. Oh for the roar of the crowd, the danger, the beauty of it all!" Laughing in to my cup, I nod to myself. "This is the most thrilling play an actor could ever dream of. Yes, I know I could be dead by the end of it, but what better way to test myself, than playing with my life. After this play I will be respected on my own merit, I will not have to use my family name to gain acknowledgment. After this..."'I will be better than my idiotic father and his spoiled, useless, obnoxious get!' Trailing off, I glare in to my cup, as I think, furiouxly, and vindictively, about the day I can finally gain the recognition I need, to bring down my 'family'. "But that is enough of that..." Standing, I raise my glass and smile down at the party. "My dear friends, those of you I have had the pleasure of knowing a long time," I bow slightly to Wat and Euphemi. "Those I have known for shorter, but love no less for it," I bow and smile at Krazga and Serjia. "And those, who are new, but none the less appreciated!" Smiling broadly at Vizarno and Calsienica, I bow, a tad deeper to our lovely Ilsandra, than to the other. "We are about to undertake the hardest play, in the history of theatre. Let me rephrase that, we are about to undertake, and perform perfectly, the hardest play. We are ready, we have the skill and the talent. There are no small parts, my friends, only small actors!" I laugh softly, shaking my head, before raising my glass once again. "Here is to you, here is to us. Here is to success in the face of adversity. Cheers!"
Hearing Serjia, I frown softly, chewing on my lip. 'Get him...? Who? The Half-Orc maybe? She does seem to be interested in him. Or maybe Wat...? Perhaps. It sure aint me!' Shaking his head, he grins. 'Best I do not pry quite yet, I'll ask later, if it comes up!' "You and me both my dear!" Laughing softly I nod, looking around the stage, searching for Wat and Krazga.
"Daunting hey?" I smile at Serjia. "First time I was up here, I was a child. I played the part of a Page Boy in some foolish Romance. I ended up crying mid performance. I never forget that. The stage is a scary place, as bad as any Dungeon, for diffent reasons. You look calm enough though, maybe it is just me. Still... If you need any help, during this, just look to me and remember, atleast you are not a howling seven year old!" Laughing softly I nod, before turning back to the 'audience'.
I swallow softly, suddenly completly enthralled by the young woman who is to be our Ilsandra. "Yes. Lead the way dear Ilsandra!" With a smile, I bow, before following her on stage. I move around for a bit, getting a feel for the space I have to work with, for the lighting and everything else. I move towards the front of the stage, awaiting my direction.
I sigh softly, scrubbing my hand roughly down my face as Thesing walks away. "Excellent... Thesing. Well then, let us get in to costume hmm?" I follow Millech backstage, keeping my eyes on everything. "Are you okay with this Krazga? We will need the Bailif, it is a good idea after all!" Nodding softly, I set about getting in to my costume, placing it under my armor, before tightening my swordbelt on top. When the woman enters I look up and smile. 'So this is our lovely Ilsandra. Quite a beauty I must say!' I take her hand and bow, pressing my lips gently against her knuckles, before straightening. "Madame Nymiss, a pleasure. My name is Ignatio Aulamaxa, I will be playing Lazarod!" 'I see why Thesing is in to her. Interesting...' I meet her eyes casually, before smiling. 'Perhaps I should... We will see!'
"I se..." I wince as my name is called, turning to see who it is has called me. 'Thesing... Well I'll be. I am not surprised. He is one of the better actors around. Still...' My smile slips a little, as he refers to Serjia and Euphemi as 'winsome beauties'. "Thesing, my old friend, how goes it? Too old to play Lazarod are we?" laughing softly, I shake my head. "I jest of course. And why I am here? Why I am Lazarod, old boy. No one better suited. My friends and I are part of the play!" Nodding softly, I run my hand through my hair, poseing a little. "i guess we will finally see which of us is better, wont we old friend?" |
