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

[wythersake]

The scream's all that tears his stare away from the cup. A moment to realize (belated) that it's steaming; Isaac discards it with a horrified start. Glass shatters — somewhere —

You can make your way out of any maze by only taking your left. Or was it the right? Hardly matters; the direction isn’t so important as consistency, as keeping a system in mind. Keeping anything in mind is a bit difficult just now, but he presses along the dining room's dizzying canvas after the source of alarm.

(Better to avoid it. If he can find a door, make it out into the street... they'll only think he's done it again. Might well have planned it to look like that. The Fontaine girl never did come along, and why else invite an aging, unblooded,)

Fingers splay, inch, stretch again. Bit by bit, he creeps away from the table and toward the hall. It requires a great deal of concentration. Enough so that he doesn't notice the long, scorched trail that blackens the wall behind him. A tongue of flame licks free to eat the tassels of something undoubtedly expensive.