comtessedevelony: (Eight vats)
Comtesse Eléonore Vaillant de Veloney ([personal profile] comtessedevelony) wrote in [community profile] faderift2016-10-14 07:46 pm

[ CLOSED ] WAR TABLE: INVESTIGATE COMTESSE DE VELONEY

WHO: Herian, Anders, Issana, Velanna, Pam, Malcolm
WHAT: A series of disappearances in the Orlesian countryside has culminated in the vanishment of some of the Inquisition's own scouts. A team has been sent to investigate the estate of one Comtesse Eléonore Vaillant de Veloney.
WHEN: Over the span of 4 days in the 2nd week of Harvestmere.
WHERE: Estate of Comtesse Eléonore Vaillant de Veloney
NOTES: Trauma, gore, dark themes, homicide, pretentious wine usage, other things not labeled as to avoid spoilers.




Welcome to the Estate

It is a terrible misfortune, all these disappearances- but with a civil war on and all this strange Venatori and Red Templar activity- with the rifts in the countryside? People simply not appearing where they ought is a sad reality. Nothing to be done for it. That such an esteemed noblewoman has found herself unjustly accused simply due to her wealth and prosperity? Cannot stand. Comtesse de Veloney invited the Inquisition herself to investigate her manor and put the matter to rest- they are to be afforded all the cooperation and respect imaginable.

Even the mages. Even the elves.

They are met at the gate by a veritable delegation of footmen led by the Gardener and Tanner to see them inside and out of the stormy, dreary weather. Packs are secreted off to rooms (a lovely set of suites in the east wing if the Steward does say so herself), baths drawn (The Comtesse insists, it's been just dreadful and they've come all this way), and a lavish banquet prepared.



tactical_alert: (brush the dust off my shoulders)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2016-10-16 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Stories can be just stories, and fortunes are ways for anyone with a set of cards, or sticks and rocks and bones, to pass the time or scam some money. Being a hedgewitch is a serious accusation whether the cook is involved in anything or not. Malcolm will keep it in mind, since he's likely to poke around the kitchens for the scullery maids and the sister anyway, but he's not going to make it a priority without anything more to go on.

One more squeeze of her shoulder, and he straightens, gives Milady a look--everything seems to be clear--and steps back out into the hallway. Nothing to see here, nothing ever happened.