Player Plot | From Tevinter, With Love

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Alexandrie, Benedict, Byerly, Fifi, Hanzo, Isaac, Loki, Merrill, Romain, Thor
WHAT: A diplomatic dinner and mysterious murder most foul
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: the Asgard estate in Hightown
NOTES: OOC Poast, CW: rich people being garbage, elf related racism, other updates to come as they apply!

In the wake of the events in Minrathous, there has been a great deal of reshuffling of power and alliances both within the Imperium and between those within it and the surrounding powers. A particularly well-off Laetan merchant by the name of Flavius Aurelius is one such alliance shuffler. He has holdings in the south along the border and a number of cross-country trading caravans and has made overtures of aid in getting Inquisition personnel into (and around) the country in exchange for protection against having his lands occupied and used to do the precise opposite of what he's offering.

This is a rather good deal for the Inquisition, especially since it involves more risk on his part than theirs, and so all attempts are to be made to convince him that he'll be a valued member of the cause. By his countrymen in particular, who may enjoy particular success in doing so for a variety of reasons. Thus, the Tevene contingent of the Inquisition—as well as diplomatic representatives from Ferelden, Orlais, and a wayward Dalish elf—find themselves in the position of doing this due diligence, in the hopes that this will make things go smoothly—better than smoothly if possible—at the meeting established for the next day to discuss terms.

What better way than a small dinner party?


[ ooc: toplevels will be added beneath as they happen! ]

Comments

[thorndergod]

It's a game. And a game that doesn't have murderous intentions. Thor's mood lightens intensely as he leans against the wall and gestures off to the side for one of the lurking not-slaves to bring him an ale.

"A party," he says, mulling it over. Loki has always been fond of parties. Both of them have, to be honest, but their parties have been different sorts. Here, Loki's normal sort of party likely wouldn't go over well. The Free Marches liked to pretend at restraint, much like Ferelden.

Lodgings, though. That suggests visitors, or a need for beds, so maybe it's Loki's usual sort of party after all.

"In Kirkwall, or somewhere outside it?" That will tell him how borderline legal or illegal the planned activities are.

[hwaaaitsme]

"Well outside of the city, to be sure. Somewhere very...private." Loki ponders his next clue when a thought strikes him.

"Else, perhaps, somewhere terribly populated where a crowd might do the work for me. Rivain? A yacht maybe."

He muses a moment and swirls his wine before he recalls their game.

"I shall also require a considerable quantity of wine."

[thorndergod]

A crowd might do the work for him? Thor's eyes narrow as he ponders that clue, and as the servant brings him his mug and then walks away.

"Do you mean to kill someone under the guise of it being an accident during a celebration?" He doesn't frown on assassination. It's a part of their lives. He simply wants to make certain the target is not him.

[hwaaaitsme]

"Kill?" Loki asks and his brows lift in tandem. His grin is bright and covers his surprise. It was a fair guess on Thor's part, but wholly wrong.

"Oh you know me, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity," Loki cedes. "But no I had not intended to kill anyone."