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]

If it does not get too entangled with Orlais, Thor thinks but does not say. Lexie is... many things, most of them dangerous, and her influence shows in the house Hanzo gestures to. Thor will set that right, eventually. He must. But for now he has a guest, and despite something clearly bothering Hanzo, Thor has a guest he likes.

"We encounter them often. They attack Marnas Pell with some frequency, seeking to take it. Fighting them is clean." They're not people driven by hunger or a misguided sense that Tevinter isn't as good as the south. They're invaders, pure and simple, and mutilators on top of that. "They are also formidable. Each fight is a good fight. There is a great deal to be said for a challenging battle, rather than one against ill-equipped, half-starved bandits. Or former Templars driven mad by red lyrium."

[eruit]

"I have seen good fights," Hanzo says, voice low. He had fought a dragon lately, had fought Darkspawn, had fought himself. The worst - and hardest - fight of his life had been a decade ago, when he had drawn upon his magic and his strength and cast down his brother, leaving him broken and shattered, the life stolen from them. The thrill of a fight had not been quite the same since then and there's no denying that he had been reshaped because of it.

He almost sighs, but he swallows it.

"I have not been close to the border between Tevinter and the lands of the Qun for some time. When I was younger," and there's no point pretending to be anything he is not when he is around Thor; House Asgard knows who he is, "they were more of a concern for my father and the elders of my family. Perhaps they will become one for the Inquisition, one day."