Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-7262318-20170129181348

“So, what have we found in the Lab?” Kasio folded his arms after they had entered his personal quarters.

Hafnir took out the amulet. “Quite a bit. There was Ice covering the place, multiple notes from Goriyn with referencing a “Bliz”. And this.”

Kasio took the amutet and examined it. “That thing has some sort of enchantment on it. Strengthens any ice spell you cast through it. Our fire couldn’t melt it.”

“Ice-Fist,” Kasio suddenly said.

“Pardon me, Sir?”

“I know this amulet. It’s an heirloom of the clan Ice-Fist…” Kasio said, placing it on the table. “It’s a Nordic clan. They’ve been allies of the Empire for I don’t know how long. Sword Swingers and Cryomancers…”

“That explains the engraving on the back…” Dalacon said. “Do you think the entire clan is traitors to the empire?”

“Can’t say, although I highly doubt it. Jolvan Ice-Fist, gods above… I fought by his side during the great war, back when I was just a whelp taking up arms against a few hostile elves…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Don’t go nostalgic on us yet, we need to know who we’re going after. Jolvan, Kasio, what about him? Where is he stationed?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Oh, he’s retired. Put his sword down after the war. Went home to raise a family…” Kasio pulled out his drawer and began shuffling through papers.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“You seem to know this guy quite intimately…” Hafnir noted

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Old friend, Legate…” Kasio said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Your old friend sounds like he just stabbed the entire Empire in the back…” Dalacon crossed his arms.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Dalacon, he hasn’t set foot in this city in 10 years. I don’t even think he’s left his homestead in that time…” Kasio pulled out a piece of parchment and put it on his table. “But he has.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">The parchment was a report signed by the captain of the Leyawiin Guard. At the top of the paper, in large font, it read; Audmor Ice-Fist: Missing in Action.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Audmor?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Jolvan’s son…” Kasio said. “I got this 3 months ago from Leyawiin. Audmor turned up missing. The captain said the only thing they could find from him was a severed hand in his bed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“That’s why the amulet has dried blood on it…” Hafnir said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“It appears that he faked his death so he could find my formula undetected…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Hafnir took from his pockets the paper that he had collected in the lab. “I don’t think so… these papers I’ve collected, that I assume are directed towards Audmor, are quite hostile. It looks as if Audmor is trying to get away from Goriyn with some very sensitive information. Goriyn doesn’t like it when his partners try to back out on him…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Hafnir placed the papers on the desk. “I think that Dark Elf is hunting Audmor as well.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Then his disappearance wasn’t so he could get to the lab…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“It was to hide from the Rebellion…” Hafnir finished.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Kasio collected the amulet and the papers and placed them in his desk. He told them to go to the Ice-Fist estate in the morning, a large mansion that was situated on the road to Bruma, and question them. If Audmor was trying to get away, he reasoned, then he would most likely be informing his family of his whereabouts. The Ice-Fists were always quite closely knitted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">With this conversation coming to an end, Dalacon exited the place and began making for the Inn. Hafnir stayed behind for a moment longer. “Kasio, regarding the establishment of a secretive headquarters…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“Yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“I would ask you to move the occupants of Dar’Zah’s home there.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Kasio looked confused at first, but nodded. “His wife and child?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">“And mine. I moved them there so that Riherra would look after them. But given the circumstances, I feel they would be safer with us…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Kasio sat in his chair. “Very well, Legate.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Hafnir turned to leave, but Kasio had one more question left to ask. “Is he under control?” <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;border-width:initial;border-style:none;padding:0in;"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Hafnir slowly turned and said “He’ll be fine.” <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">Hafnir and Dalacon entered the inn and took a seat to relax for a moment

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:10.5pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif">(Sorry for the quality of the Pie, this was just me trying to get it done and get back on schedule. The quality of the next one will be better, promise.)