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In-Game Roleplay Events / [RP] The Apprentice
« on: December 12, 2010, 11:43:56 am »
"To face Death without dying is the only way to come to know Me." - The Four Revelations of Dakkru
Prologue
Within the murky quarters of his safehouse illuminated only by a falka lamp on the desk, Vilthis immerse himself in his studies. Whilst recording his life work accordingly in his grimoire, a timely intrusion brought about his unhealthy obsessive erudition to a halt. At the door way of his quarters stands an imposing figure clad in dark leathers, his presence imposes an intimidating aura.
âMy LordâŠâ Kovarks Berlos bows respectfully as he comes before Vilthis, the steadfast and unquestionably competent agent of the Trayus House approaches the desk. The diaboliâs distinguished service complemented with his pragmatic attitude wins much favour in the Trayus court.
âI believe this might pique your interestâŠâ Says Kovarks as he brings a copy of the local journal detailing a young hoodlum of considerable notoriety making waves in Ojavedan slums.
Vilthis rubs his chin intently and grins as he assesses the information, occasionally reading out to himself the keywords in the article âChild⊠Arcane...Terrorised ResidentsâŠExtortionâ
Vilthis looks up to Kovarks âYes⊠A fascinating one this isâ he remarks and folds up the journal, placing it aside neatly on his desk.
âShall I see to this my Lord?â Kovarks inquires, awaiting the confirmation of his master. Being all too familiar with the work behind recent probing of potential candidates for his masterâs agenda, Kovarks eagerly seeks to undertake another assignment.
âI shall see to this personally Mr Berlos, I could do with the exercise after such criminally long indulgece in my quartersâ Vilthis replies, as he raise from his chair and dons the shrouding black robes hung on the cloak stand.
Kovarks bows without protest though surprised at Vilthisâ desire to personally undertake this probe. Left only to speculate what his master sees in this target, he watches silently as Vilthis leaves the quarters in his expedited but refined strides befitting a noble, leaving to track his intended subject...
To be continued...
Prologue
Within the murky quarters of his safehouse illuminated only by a falka lamp on the desk, Vilthis immerse himself in his studies. Whilst recording his life work accordingly in his grimoire, a timely intrusion brought about his unhealthy obsessive erudition to a halt. At the door way of his quarters stands an imposing figure clad in dark leathers, his presence imposes an intimidating aura.
âMy LordâŠâ Kovarks Berlos bows respectfully as he comes before Vilthis, the steadfast and unquestionably competent agent of the Trayus House approaches the desk. The diaboliâs distinguished service complemented with his pragmatic attitude wins much favour in the Trayus court.
âI believe this might pique your interestâŠâ Says Kovarks as he brings a copy of the local journal detailing a young hoodlum of considerable notoriety making waves in Ojavedan slums.
Vilthis rubs his chin intently and grins as he assesses the information, occasionally reading out to himself the keywords in the article âChild⊠Arcane...Terrorised ResidentsâŠExtortionâ
Vilthis looks up to Kovarks âYes⊠A fascinating one this isâ he remarks and folds up the journal, placing it aside neatly on his desk.
âShall I see to this my Lord?â Kovarks inquires, awaiting the confirmation of his master. Being all too familiar with the work behind recent probing of potential candidates for his masterâs agenda, Kovarks eagerly seeks to undertake another assignment.
âI shall see to this personally Mr Berlos, I could do with the exercise after such criminally long indulgece in my quartersâ Vilthis replies, as he raise from his chair and dons the shrouding black robes hung on the cloak stand.
Kovarks bows without protest though surprised at Vilthisâ desire to personally undertake this probe. Left only to speculate what his master sees in this target, he watches silently as Vilthis leaves the quarters in his expedited but refined strides befitting a noble, leaving to track his intended subject...
To be continued...