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I'm around! Was gone for a bit with being busy, but finals and graduation are over so I should have a fairly regular posting schedule again.
Lysander gets home, stopping at the same establishment as the prior night to change back into his noble clothing, and checks in with Cassander and the staff. He spends the day brushing up on his knowledge of the Fishery and the surrounding area. His best bet for doing so is chatting with other members of the social elite, as some of them are interested in the older parts of Korvosa, the city history, or the lives of the poor folk.
"I usually do my business in the evenings, yes. After dusk sounds fair."
Lysander gets a little lost with the mysticism surrounding Anika's speech--he can sense the capital letters, but has no idea what the words mean--but he too latches onto word of Gaedren Lamm. Kheldar's comment grabs his attention further, and he nods. "Under the Fishery? I thought he might be somewhere in that area. I've been looking for him as well. I'd very much like to see him receive justice."
"If we're doing the big reveals, then I suppose I should mention that I'm more recognizable with my furs. They're quite fetching, I'm told." Lysander grins and shrugs. "I'd admired firepelt cougars since I was a boy. Now I almost become one, at least in the minds of the underworld. I'm hoping our mission here lies in that direction?"
Lysander's eyes widen at the display, but when she puts forward her declaration, he coughs. "That's all well and good, but I'm not sure why I've been called..." Then Ulfgar reveals his transformation, taking an angelic form, and Lysander shrugs. He unclasps his cloak and swirls it around, and changes appearance in an instant from lowly beggar to well-dressed nobleman. When he reclasps the cloak, now reversed, it appears finely embroidered and made of expensive fabrics. "I suppose the masquerade is done, then? Too bad, I was rather enjoying it. I'm guessing we all have our secrets, then."
It's a useful talent to have. You never know when you need to just straight disappear for a little while, and what better way to hide than in plain sight as a regular guy?
Lysander receives the message and reads it over in his study, and as he finishes he sits back in his chair. Damn. How? I've been so careful... Could Alex have told this Alika? No, I doubt it. I slipped up. Plain and simple. For the rest of the day, he goes about his business, which mostly involves lounging and going for a walk through the East Shore. In the evening, he checks in on Cassander's office, wearing his fine going-out clothes. "Cass? I'm going out for the evening. I'll be back tomorrow, I expect." The older brother barely glances up. "Of course, Sandy. Try not to get tossed in a guard cell. I know they like you, but sooner or later it'll cause a scandal." Lysander laughs and winks. "You know me, Cass. What have I ever done that could raise a scandal?" Of course, that evening Lysander Tremayne, the somewhat distracted and directionless, if well-meaning, young nobleman makes his way to a tavern, and spends the evening in some small revelry. At the end of the night he finds himself in a private room of the establishment, and there it seems he'll be until morning. - - - - - But in the morning, it isn't Lysander Tremayne who leaves, but a plain-looking man in the simple clothes of a messenger, with a plain gray cloak. He makes his way to Midland, but close to the North Point he ducks into an alley and disappears. Out of the other end comes a scruffy beggar, in shabby, rough clothing and only a gray cloak to keep him warm. This beggar makes his way to Old Korvosa, and he arrives at the Romani's music shop just as dawn is creeping up. "Alika in?" he asks, his voice wheezy and thick with an Old Korvosan accent. "Told me to come lookin' for her, by name, I know ye may not believe me but she did, other day when she dropped a silver in my bowl..."
I agree that at least some of us knowing each other makes a lot of sense. Lysander probably would have worked with Robert at some point--he likely went to him for legal counsel when his friend died (the addict in his campaign trait, and the one who set him on the path to being a vigilante), wondering if the problems of Korvosa could be brought down through that channel. Obviously they could not, and so he's donned his cape and cowl... well, furs and cowl. I'm perfectly fine with Lysander and Ulfgar knowing one another as well, probably more personally than just having heard of one another. Let's say they've had dealings together, whichever "side" in that particular noble argument Ulfgar was on, and Lysander likes and respects the Ulfen for his bearing and knowledge. I think the game will be more interesting if we go in not knowing each other's dual identities, though, at least to start. It'll make it all the more amusing when the reveal comes. Lysander may know Kheldar as well--he might well have contacted him after the aforementioned death, during his transition to vigilantism. I'll try and get that backstory up soon so things make more sense and people can actually see what I've got planned out in my head...
Hello, and thanks for having me! I'm very excited for this, it seems like it'll be a very fun game. I'm not sure if I'll do a separate alias for the vigilante identity, although it seems like several people are, so maybe I will as well. I'll also get flavor stuff in the alias ASAP--thanks for taking me on with what little I provided!
Backstory and mundane equipment aren't done yet, but here's Loup Blanc's submission. The basic idea is a Korvosan noble who traveled to train in martial arts for a brief while, but returned to take care of the family holdings and everything. A childhood friend of his ended up overdosing from Gaedren Lamm's "shiver," which has helped send him on the path of the vigilante. In that identity he's called the "Firepelt" after the fur he wears and the agile ferocity with which he attacks, springing over enemies and thrashing at them with his fists, hitting them where they're weak and cowing them with his aggression. This also makes people think he's a Shoanti, which helps hide Lysander's connection.
Loup Blanc with a fighter/investigator here, background in the works and crunch in the profile. Of course, looking over the submission/interest list we've got a fair number of characters similar to this one, so I may submit something else as well or instead. Depends on if I get a solid idea. Backstory summary is that Lysander studied at Lepidstadt University in Ustalav and has spent the past several years of his life traveling Avistan, uncovering mysteries and assisting in dealing with monsters and bandits, solving crimes and bringing people to justice, that sort of thing. With the steady rumors of this dungeon reaching his ears, he's decided to tackle it himself, certain that with his skills he can delve into its depths and find out just what's going on.
"There." Lysander rewinds the film to the point where Moonwhisper enters. "That fey was at the funeral, he said he gave Mister Drain some kind of herbal tea. He seemed a little anxious for us to visit the enclave, and I'm thinking it may be about time for that myself." He pauses. "But that stop... Moonwhisper also mentioned a merchant's shop ear the garage, and that seems a good lead, too. Maybe we should head there."
"Alright, let's see if that online course did me good..." Lysander begins working the keyboard.
Lysander finishes his questioning with wondering whether the lanalet, if it was distasteful and similar in effect to tobacco, was given with the intent to help Drain overcome his addiction; it doesn't exactly sound like the sort of thing good for that. Seeing Derrick nearby, Lysander wraps up his interview by asking for the address of Moonwhisper's office or home at the enclave, in case they need to do follow-up investigation, and thanks the fey for his time. He then rejoins Derrick and they head over to meet up with the others, presumably filling each other in on the way. At the garage, Lysander steps out of the car and waves to the rest of the group. "What have we got?"
Still here, just been busy with schoolwork as the semester comes to an end. Also been thinking about where to go with my line of questioning. I'll try and get a post up soon.
"Well, I thank you for your assistance and your offer, but I'd have to check with my partner before driving out to meet with you. If you could just answer a couple of questions for me here, I'm sure that will help plenty." Assuming Moonwhisper acquiesces, Lysander steps to the edge of the gathering, hoping for a somewhat more private conversation. "I understand that Mister Drain was only a bus driver, but do you have any idea if all he did at the enclave was pick up passengers on his route? Did he ever stop off to meet with anyone, pick up packages, anything like that, as far as you know?" Lysander pauses for an answer, then asks the other question on his mind at this point: "I'm told Mister Drain was recently given a tea by someone at the enclave, supposedly to help him overcome his addiction to smoking tobacco? You have any knowledge of something that sounds like that?"
"The pleasure's mine, Mister Moonwhisper." The strange appearance and name don't jolt Lysander quite as much as they might the other guests--having worked with Shadowkind over the past few years, he's more inclined towards names and faces that once belonged only in storybooks. "I suppose my first question would be if you could tell me about Mister Drain, his habits, if you had conversations at all, things like that."
Lysander nods as Mrs. Drain shares her story, jotting down some information in a notebook. At the mention of a fey still being at the gathering, Lysander looks up and glances to Derrick. "I think I'll go have a chat with him if you want to keep here. I am interested in the tea you mentioned, though? Could you tell my partner more about that?" He taps Derrick on the shoulder and then stands and offers the widow his hand. "Again, thank you for your time, ma'am."
Making his way through the gathered, Lysander finds himself on the back porch, where he spots the obviously different individual. Waiting for a good time to approach--in between conversations or the like--he steps up and greets the fey with an outstretched hand. "Hi, Lysander Tremayne. I'm here looking into recent events and Missus Drain suggested you may have had some connection with the deceased? Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
At the house, Lysander frowns. "Mourners? I suppose this was recent... Still, I'd rather have talked to the family alone. Don't really feel like canvasing a funeral." He grimaces as he gets out of the car, unbuttoning his overcoat in preparation of heading inside. "No time like the present, though." The man gives a smile to the children as he walks up to the door, where he knocks and waits for someone to welcome them in. Introducing himself and Derrick as investigators, he approaches Mrs. Drain and inclines his head. "My deepest condolences for your loss, ma'am. I know this must be a tough time for you, but my partner and I are looking into the event and we want to establish the facts about what happened. We had a few questions, if you'd be willing to answer them?"
"Let's try and focus on the Drain case," Lysander agrees. "If we solve it soon, we can move to the bar, but sticking with one job at a time would probably make it go faster." He frowns at the concept of B&E, but doesn't make a comment; sometimes good people have to do bad things, but he'd rather not move that direction if they can help it. "Two cars should be fine if we can get another soon enough. Derrick, if you're going to talk to the family, I can just head to the depot to look for clues and ask around there, unless you think we should stick together? Might be faster to spread out though."
Lysander also goes over the case notes, reading thoroughly and paying close attention to the minuscule details--things that might have been considered unimportant, that others would skip over.
"Agreed," Lysander says, looking at both files on the desk. "I'd rather help a family find answers than pick a fight intentionally." He taps a finger on his chair and nods. "I'm glad to see I'm not alone in that desire."
In the SUV, Lysander greets Derrick with a similarly wide smile, also glad to see a familiar face. "Detective Johnson. Good seeing you; I suppose it shouldn't be entirely surprising. Business is..." Lysander trails off, wondering just how to put his thoughts into words. Business wasn't bad, really, but it hadn't exactly picked up like he'd hoped, starting out. He'd been relying on his savings and investments a little more than he'd hoped. "Let's just say I'm on the way to an interview?" He smiles again, hoping Derrick understands.
Lysander is sitting in his office, going over old files without really reading them. He's been awake since an hour before his alarm went off this morning, having lain in bed staring at the ceiling until he reached out to kill the vibration from his nightstand. A brief treadmill jog and shower later, he moved downstairs with a banana to wait for the pickup. When the SUV finally pulls up outside, he rises smoothly, puts on his suitcoat, grabs his briefcase, and steps outside, locking the door behind him. Wearing a suit and tie, Lysander certainly cuts a different figure than the two men already in the car. He also acts differently, greeting the driver in a cheerful voice. "Henry? Good to meet you." Lysander gives him a smile and takes the coffee with an appreciative nod. "Thanks for the pickup." As he moves to enter the vehicle, the passengers may have a chance to look at his residence. The building is small but pleasant, and overall has the impression of being somewhat nicer than those in the neighborhood around it. On the front door is a stenciled name: TREMAYNE LEGAL SERVICES. Inside the SUV, Lysander enters with a smile and nod to the other passengers and takes a seat. "Also here for the job?" he asks, sipping his coffee. "Hopefully we'll all be working together soon, hm?" He offers his hand. "Lysander Tremayne."
Dotting in and saying hey!
I could definitely see Lysander and Derrick having met in the past, potentially several times. Lysander also essentially lost his job not long after the arrival of the Shadowkind, so I could even see them bonding over that to some extent, both trying to build themselves back up after the troubles they had. I could definitely see Lysander contacting Derrick for investigative advice and help.
Loup Blanc here, with my submission, a lawyer-turned-investigator-turned-paladin, of sorts, although he's still all three. Had fun playing around with converting some things to the modern day and exploring that sort of stuff. The backstory's probably a little muddled and draws heavily on my limited knowledge of how lawyers work, so hopefully it just makes sense to some degree. Let me know what you think! P.S. I know you commented that only characters with police or military backgrounds would have legal use of firearms, but I'm assuming that's for carrying them and such. Lysander owns a revolver but it's for defending his home/office, which I assume is acceptable.
I'll echo the sentiments of the others: Thanks for the game, and thanks for the heads-up. It was a great time while I was here!
Lysander follows up his last attack with another, pressing the assault for the glory of righteousness!
Lysander joins the dwarf in attacking the other skeleton, slashing forward with his sword.
Lysander charges forward, swinging his blade with the might of Ragathiel!
"Agreed." Lysander swings his sword and hefts his shield, readying for a fight.
"I'm spent from that fight, but I'll be fine. The power of Ragathiel gives me strength and conviction!" The paladin spends a moment concentrating, and then stands with a surge of holy energy, his wounds closing.
"Ah... Get off..." Lysander continues to struggle against the leech as it drains his blood.
Lysander grunts as the leech latches onto him, and he tries to pry it off.
Lysander quickly moves forward once more, bringing his sword to strike another leech.
Lysander dashes up to the strike one of the leeches, bringing his sword down on the disgusting creature.
"Of course." Lysander steps up beside the elf, ready to step forward and bring his shield to bear.
"If a rest is in order, then I'll take watch." Lysander feels relatively fine himself, so he takes up a guard position alongside Diego--admittedly a new experience for the paladin.
Lysander can do little more than attack once more, slashing with his sword.
"Why don't you die?" Lysander grunts and swings yet again, his blade passing through the flames of the brazier.
Lysander grinds his teeth and tries to maintain his calm and focus. He lets his mind fill with the need to keep moving, to protect his allies and slay the evil that dwells here, and he slashes again.
"Back, foul beast!" Lysander brings his blade around again, hoping to end the battle quickly.
No, definitely, it's fairly amusing. Lysander's just too straight-and-narrow for his own good.
"Again, really, that's--" As soon as the cobra strikes, Lysander switches from disbelief to action. He rushes forward and brings down his sword in a powerful blow.
Lysander shakes his head at Akmenos's comments and follows Cererithil back to the secret room, only offering a short, small smile at Garnult's own comment.
Lysander frowns, although he drops his sword to his side. "I'm here on a holy mission from Ragathiel to clear out this place of evil. This is a wretched blemish on Golarion, a place of wicked darkness to which I have been sent to bring cleansing light. So forgive me if I seem a tad serious." He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. "So, if the fire doesn't do anything, where do we go from here?"
Lysander had stepped toward Akmenos as the flames leapt forward, and tried to place himself between the tiefling and the brazier. Now, though, he turns and looks to Akmenos, aghast. "W-what? So you--" He shakes his head. "No, it was another illusion, yes? A trap to scare off intruders? Tell me you didn't cause that yourself just for fun." |