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Post by Guildpact on Feb 17, 2023 22:08:50 GMT -8
[[|| Sunhome is an imposing place, with an incredibly ominous architecture looming over its residents and visitors. There is great openness and room to breathe, but it is implied that it is with the reluctant permission of the Boros to do so. The streets here are clean, and are absent the mix of aromas present on the Promenade or Tin Street. A light breeze picks up to drift away some of the morning fog...a now fading reminder that autumn was just beginning to creep into the 10th District.
Soldiers are alert, and there is a fair amount of traffic on this day. A busy day for the Boros was not a good day for everyone else. The tension of those here on business or request could be seen in tight, huddled postures and the avoidance of eye contact. Lines have been formed near the gates to quickly instruct new arrivals toward their destinations, keeping a semblance of order that added to the towering authority of their buildings.
The lines had appeared to be moving efficiently, only distracted by the rushed entrance of a minotaur soldier. His otherwise shining breastplate bore a great rend across the chest, and the broken haft of a polearm was still clenched in its massive fist. Using profanity not fit for our younger viewers as he shouldered his way through the crowd, the minotaur stomped away and business as usual resumed... ||]]
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Luna
Boros Legion
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Post by Luna on Feb 21, 2023 18:36:08 GMT -8
"I'm Luna Whiteflame. When you say age, do you mean how long have I been alive? Or how long have I existed? I'm 11 years and 28 years respectively. I think I'm human? By Izzet classification I'm technically undead. But by Golgari standards I'm not rotty enough. I'm in service to a former Orzhov Angel. So you know..." Luna shrugged and laughed with a small awkward tinge in her voice, "Life? Death? What's the difference to them, when they tell you get something done, you just kind of wake up and get it done."
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River
Selesnya Conclave
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Post by River on Feb 22, 2023 12:22:13 GMT -8
"I'm River, just River. I'm a Half-Elf and I am 20 years old and I am currently healthy. As far as I know anyway. No one's told me any different." River smiled over at Ailin as they walked with Luna. It was a nice day and walking was good for people to do. That was River's opinion and besides, she didn't get to see that much of Ravnica except for the Conclave. |
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Ailin
Simic Combine
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Post by Ailin on Feb 22, 2023 18:20:28 GMT -8
Ailin nodded at the solemn Orzhov knight. "Quite." He knew better than protest. His statistics were probably not worth the hassle involved. Besides, the other two were much more receptive. "Luna you say," he replied, quickly writing as he walked. "You say you are technically undead. Based on your initial statement, is it safe to assume you are unaware of the specifics of the methods used to revive you in your current state? Also of interest, what was the exact mechanism of your initial expiration?" He turned to the group as a whole. "Are either of you aware of existing medical conditions within your families?" He paused in thought and speech, but not walking motion for just a brief moment. "You both are biologically adults, so it would be an error to not clarify. Do either of you have any progeny? If so, anything to note of their health conditions or that of the father's?"
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Post by fungidave on Feb 23, 2023 3:10:23 GMT -8
Ailin nodded at the solemn Orzhov knight. "Quite." He knew better than protest. His statistics were probably not worth the hassle involved. Besides, the other two were much more receptive. "Luna you say," he replied, quickly writing as he walked. "You say you are technically undead. Based on your initial statement, is it safe to assume you are unaware of the specifics of the methods used to revive you in your current state? Also of interest, what was the exact mechanism of your initial expiration?" He turned to the group as a whole. "Are either of you aware of existing medical conditions within your families?" He paused in thought and speech, but not walking motion for just a brief moment. "You both are biologically adults, so it would be an error to not clarify. Do either of you have any progeny? If so, anything to note of their health conditions or that of the father's?" Makarov held up a gauntleted hand. "Before you go on with this little survey" he chimed, trying to keep a well-measured tone, "would it not be prudent to give your own name, first? Surely you would understand, especially when talking with complete strangers."Makarov cast a sideways glance at Luna and River at that remark. What was this Luna up to? If her story was to be believed, she had plenty of combat experience. But the strange scientist, and demure Selesnyan acolyte? How would they prove useful when dealing with Boros thuggery? If things got out of hand - all but a guarantee with the Legion - would they be expected to fight? Makarov's fingers continued to dance in the chain, the hammer at his hip seeming to grow heavier with every step. |
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Luna
Boros Legion
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Post by Luna on Feb 24, 2023 10:01:53 GMT -8
Ailin nodded at the solemn Orzhov knight. "Quite." He knew better than protest. His statistics were probably not worth the hassle involved. Besides, the other two were much more receptive. "Luna you say," he replied, quickly writing as he walked. "You say you are technically undead. Based on your initial statement, is it safe to assume you are unaware of the specifics of the methods used to revive you in your current state? Also of interest, what was the exact mechanism of your initial expiration?" He turned to the group as a whole. "Are either of you aware of existing medical conditions within your families?" He paused in thought and speech, but not walking motion for just a brief moment. "You both are biologically adults, so it would be an error to not clarify. Do either of you have any progeny? If so, anything to note of their health conditions or that of the father's?" Luna rubbed her chin, " My very first expiration? I tried to hug a Gruul pack goat. Learned my lesson, gotta go in from above. The ground is a fool's gambit. Also, I'd love to learn your name. Azorius require a lot of paperwork and I think I'd get fined for putting 'employed an inquisitive and charming stranger' on my report." |
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Post by Guildpact on Feb 26, 2023 22:45:28 GMT -8
[[|| Arriving at the wide open archway into the Boros guild base, the arrangement of lines and the general mood is felt as the sun continues its march toward noon, now mere hours away. The interruption of the minotaur is seen and heard from a distance...and at least one of the group recognizes the berserker, usually paired with his Azorius cohort but oddly solo in his arrival here.
The location of the office where Nackra is likely stationed is known, however, non-guild members may feel trepidation at ignoring the lines to pass through to their destination. The letter has an official seal and can be used to expedite passage, but waiting through the lines will avoid confrontation and scrutiny. There is time during the steady progress of arrivals to continue the survey presented by the Simic scientist.
The temperature is beginning to warm, but there is shade where most of the lines pass by the towering walls that now dominate the view, obscuring the vast cityscape that can be seen from areas of the Promenade. The streets are clean of both refuse and trespassers, the air is fresh, and there is some building excitement as soon a new task will be given, to each whatever bounty is sought from the venture. ||]]
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Post by Guildpact on Feb 27, 2023 4:21:50 GMT -8
<<|[:: Rage enveloped Bulsa's mind as he forced his way through the lines at the entrance to Sunhome. His chest throbbed with the heat of his over-beating heart, and the force of the blow that could have ended him if not for his armor. The breastplate was ruined, now carrying a heavy gash across the front and barely hanging on below his tunic. His knuckles strained at clenching his ruined weapon, only the handle remaining of a trusty polearm that he had maintained since he was a recruit.
For a moment, grief and despair broke through the red-tinted haze of his vision as he was reminded of his friend in peril. For a while they had teamed up to clean up the streets of Ravnica, and had grown close...as close as a Boros Minotaur and Azorius human could in this climate, at any rate. And now his companion had fallen behind...maybe dead...likely being tortured for the fun of those Rakdos bastards...
...and with that, the rage returned... ::]|>>
"Nackra!" He bellowed.
"Move!" A pair of molding and pensive Golgari shamans are moving away from the lines toward their designated office when they are abruptly shoved aside, one with each of Bulsa's massive hands.
"You there, where is Nackra? She'll know where that grinning fool runs his shows. Tell me, WHERE?!"
<<|[:: The young Boros recruit is barely able to point in the direction of the office under Nackra's charge, being shaken about and his hair blown back from the force of the Minotaur's roar. He is dropped suddenly in a heap with a heavy clanking of chainmail upon cobblestone as the angry berserker storms off toward the answers he needs to save his ally... ::]|>>
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Ailin
Simic Combine
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Post by Ailin on Feb 27, 2023 19:17:16 GMT -8
Ailin nodded. "Ahh, forgive my rudeness. My name is Ailin and I work with the Simic as a physician and researcher." He wrote down a couple of notes before returning to his collagues. "So, to confirm, you death was from an unfortunate occurrence with a Gruul pack goat. Sad, but not surprising. They do not take any care to actually restrain any of their creatures. That said about your extended family.."
As he began to probe further, they arrived to a scene at the Boros Guildhall. Upon hearing the familiar growl of Bulsa's voice, sighed. At first he, was relieved that the Boros brute wasn't harassing his peers at the laboratory, but upon listening further he became concerned. The bull spoke of someone who sounded dangerous. The mention of the grin further cemented Ailin's own concern. Too many had lost their lives to the maniac and many more had come to his clinic seeking aid from the assassin. However, if Ailin had learned anything from the Combine, it was patience. It would be best to confirm his suspicions and he knew full well he wasn't the one to talk to Bulsa at a time like this. Though to be fair, he had no desire to converse with him during normal circumstances either. No, better to let the bull play his hands in his very vocal way. Not like he was ever subtle. No reason to think he'd start now.
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Luna
Boros Legion
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Post by Luna on Mar 2, 2023 13:46:21 GMT -8
Ailin nodded. "Ahh, forgive my rudeness. My name is Ailin and I work with the Simic as a physician and researcher." He wrote down a couple of notes before returning to his collagues. "So, to confirm, you death was from an unfortunate occurrence with a Gruul pack goat. Sad, but not surprising. They do not take any care to actually restrain any of their creatures. That said about your extended family.."As he began to probe further, they arrived to a scene at the Boros Guildhall. Upon hearing the familiar growl of Bulsa's voice, sighed. At first he, was relieved that the Boros brute wasn't harassing his peers at the laboratory, but upon listening further he became concerned. The bull spoke of someone who sounded dangerous. The mention of the grin further cemented Ailin's own concern. Too many had lost their lives to the maniac and many more had come to his clinic seeking aid from the assassin. However, if Ailin had learned anything from the Combine, it was patience. It would be best to confirm his suspicions and he knew full well he wasn't the one to talk to Bulsa at a time like this. Though to be fair, he had no desire to converse with him during normal circumstances either. No, better to let the bull play his hands in his very vocal way. Not like he was ever subtle. No reason to think he'd start now. " Uhhh, yeah, if you find them, lemme know." Luna said absently as she watched the minotaur barrel towards Nackra's office. " That's where we're heading." Luna pointed to the treading minotaur. " Everyone in step together. We'll sight see Sunhome later." Luna began quickly following the minotaur's path as he parted through the lines and crowd. She paused mid step and turned, " Oh, if you've committed any crimes or have broken any laws and you want to talk about it, hold on to that thought and hold your breath. And think about something else." She thought for a minute then snapped, " Flowers! Think about your favorite flowers! If there's anything Boros Officers and Azorious Lawmages agree on, it's that you should follow orders." She returned to pushing her way toward's Nackra's office. |
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Post by fungidave on Mar 7, 2023 13:32:05 GMT -8
" Uhhh, yeah, if you find them, lemme know." Luna said absently as she watched the minotaur barrel towards Nackra's office. " That's where we're heading." Luna pointed to the treading minotaur. " Everyone in step together. We'll sight see Sunhome later." Luna began quickly following the minotaur's path as he parted through the lines and crowd. She paused mid step and turned, " Oh, if you've committed any crimes or have broken any laws and you want to talk about it, hold on to that thought and hold your breath. And think about something else." She thought for a minute then snapped, " Flowers! Think about your favorite flowers! If there's anything Boros Officers and Azorious Lawmages agree on, it's that you should follow orders." She returned to pushing her way toward's Nackra's office. Makarov bristled under his cloak. Him, being given orders by a Debtor? Brudo would be snorting for days if word got out. Still, if she was under the patronage of an Orzhov angel... He shook the doubt from his mind. There was no way an Orzhov angel would stoop to consorting with this freelance do-gooder. Was there? Philosophy could wait. He fell into step with the group, taking up the rear as they marched on through the Boros halls. For a second, his mind almost drifted towards yellow carnations. |
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Post by Guildpact on Mar 10, 2023 12:46:53 GMT -8
[[|| The party is eventually led to a spacious meeting room, incredibly tidy with a large swath of sunlight pouring in through a cut-in symbol of the Boros in the wall. The shadow of the symbol is cast upon a large table with bench seats, holding paperwork and snack items from the morning's work. ||]]"I need this delivered, and I need it ten minutes ago!" [[|| Nackra's messenger, a small goblin with poorly-worn legion attire, salutes and turns, spins his arm to create a portal in front of himself, then steps through with a gleeful hop as it closes behind. ||]]"There, I've got a reliable agent on the way, she'll get to the bottom of this. I've already got those missing recruits, and I'm pretty sure they're tied to your friend being taken. Now settle down and..." [[|| Nackra turns away from the minotaur and toward the arriving party as they take in the sight of the room. She snaps her fingers and walks over to the table, clearing a couple of seating places of documents and utensils to make room for her guests. She begins to pour wine out of a large vessel into a round arrangement of cups and gestures toward the benches. ||]]"Ah, I do love a messenger who takes things literally. Come, please, sit. Have a drink and let us take a moment to discuss my predicament." [[|| When the glasses are full, the Minotaur lumbers forward and grabs the carafe off of the table, then stomps to the corner to listen outside of the comfortable social range of the assembled members. Nackra allows her guests time to take a cup and find a seat, and looks to her former Boros companion with a raised eyebrow, anticipating the introduction of her entourage... ||]]
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