Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160510171926/@comment-5543592-20160510194328

Not forty minutes earlier...

"Jaquan, make-up me!" Crimson demanded, swishing into his command tent. The stocky Redguard, who had been summoned on Crimson's orders, turned around with a raised brow. He had told Diana that he had one after all, further proof that Crimson had been cursed by those witches into only ever telling the truth.

He hesitated in his thought. Had he used that one yet?

"Make-up you how?"

"Older!  Add on twenty years.  I wanted wrinkles and gray hairs.  Maybe, if it helps, make me look like your wrinkly old pa."

Both Jaquan's brows went up. "Wrinkly old-"

"No need to repeat it back to me, I said it after all." Crimson interuptted, gliding into a chair, pulling off his cloak and draping around the chair's back.

"And get Weaver in here." Crimson added, pointing at Heartbender, who had done the summoning of Jaquan. Bender raised one of his fine brows in a bemused expression, but left to do as Crimson commanded without a word.

"Why do you need Weaver?" Jaquan asked as he pulled his chest of make-up supplies over.

"Why does anyone ever need Weaver?" Crimson retorted, with a slight smile as Jaquan got to work, and Crimson kept his face still so the make-up won't crack before it settled.

Both Heartbender and Weaver, a thin man with a scholarly look to him, appeared moments later.

"You needed me, chief?"

"You're well right, I needed you.  Forge me a writ of inquisition in General Talin Warhaft's name."

Weaver blinked. "Well, first, I'll need-"

"His hand writing style, yeah, I got it.  Both are in my coat.  You can divise his style from his son's script and an old Imperial ordination?" Crimson said, finishing with a question.

Weaver frowned, "Possibly." He went around to the back of Crimson's chair, and turned out the cloak's pocket, coming out with a letter, and an ancient, wrinkled ordination.

"Where'd you get these?" Weaver asked with professional curiousity, pouring over the papers.

"Well, I got the ordination from a library.  I'll probably have to give it back, I think they know I took it."

"You're allowed to borrow things from libraries." Jaquan said idly.

"Ya mean I didn't have to steal it?" The Archer asked, to which the other Redguard only sighed.

Crimson forced himself not to grin, and continued his explanation. "And I got the letter when I accidently found myself in little Warhaft's saddlebag and accidently took a peek, and then that piece'a'paper accidently fell into my hand, so I put it in my pocket for safe-keepin'."

"Well I can pull it off." Weaver said, nodding. "I've got copies of the Imperial seals.  You'd be so surprised how easy it is to remove them, you can just cut a seal off with a heated knife and it's perfectly reappliable.  In fact-"

"Fascinating, simply fascinating." Crimson cut him off. "Ya should probably go do all that stuff you just said, I want ta get this over with right quick."

Weaver nodded, heading out of the tent.

"And bring me one of those Imperial uniforms we have in storage!" Crimson called over his shoulder.

"I think I did a fine job." Jaquan said a moment later, pulling his make-up brush away and standing up.

Crimson grinned now, popping up and pulling his cloak back about his shoulders. "Well, I do pull off lookin' old pretty well." He agreed.

Presently...

The Archer burst into the tavern, dressed now in the dark red outfit that was typically associated with him, hooded cloak fassened back about his shoulders.

He marched right up to Elis and Adder, who seemed in the middle of important talkings, and slapped the scroll right now on their table.

"You're allowed ta do some bowing down now, with a little marveling thrown in." He told them.