Egg Snatcher - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
10/12/475
Log
The guards at the front are kind enough to direct the way through the castle to Mione's study, where the royally employed mouse is standing over a table, hands on it, peering at a map of Promise.
Angus walks through the doors and peers at the map from under his hood. He had heard that Mione needed a few adventures but didn't hear anything about the details of the mission. Taking a step of to the side, so that others can walk through the door and not bump into him,he clears his throat to get Mione's attention.
Kilsa smiles and looks at her shiny soulgem fitted into her necklace, "Thank you." She say as a guard politely leads her to where she need to be. "Hello. Sir Mione. Its a pleasure to see you again." She chuckles and looks at Angus.
Rainer brings up the rear, lurking behind Kilsa and Angus. He hangs just inside and to the side of the doorway after they're shown in, keeping his head bowed and turned aside.
Mione looks up from the map he was studying, "Ah, the pleasure is mine, lady Ironsoul. Good of you to join us. You are aware of the shattering, I am certain, when Raquestia was destroyed?" He asks this, looking to all three.
Kilsa nods, "Yes. Anyone worth thier salt in knowing even a little of our lands are familar with the Shattering. Though I expect your going to shed some light and illuminate us all with your knowledge." She gave the mouse a sly wink, "I know that you don't talk history without something interesting being at the end of the tale."
Rainer follows the conversation from Mione to Kilsa with his eyes, but keeps his mouth shut. He at least puts forward some effort to appear interested, straightening up his back and holding his head high, ears perked and cupped towards the group.
He nods and gestures skyward, "I was alive to see it, though much younger, of course. Many bits of the moon struck Promise, leading to an interesting few decades of turmoil. Our country was spared most of it." He circles around the table then, "But that's history, let's talk about right now. I have received word that a dense object, perhaps the largest, still intact, piece of the destruction is still waiting for someone to claim it."
Kilsa nod, "I'm sure you were just as much of the charmer as you are now." She continues to listen and smiles, "Though this is unsettling, didn't the shadows come into play shortly after the shattering?" She reaches to her side and puts her hands to rest on a small forging hammer she had on her person. "I doubt such a large piece would be without some folk noticing it."
He nods, "Much of the reason it was avoided, just in case, but as it turns, it has no shadow relevance. At least, the shadows never approached it, or came from it. It's... something else," Mione lifts his shoulders, "I wish I could say more, but that's exactly why I am sending you. Clear away the wild life around it and guard it against all comers while our crew investigates. I don't trust random mercenaries, but you have all served the country well."
Where he might have only been feining it before, Rainer's interest is definantly piqued as the conversation veers quickly away from history lesson to treasure. The comes the catch. "Your crew? You mean we aren't going to be bringing it back?"
Kilsa gives a smiles, "So some old fashioned defend and secure." A chuckle escapes her muzzle as Rainer speaks, "Mione here is pretty hands on, I would trust his hands to my own in handling anything but a smithing hammer. If we aren't suppose to bring it back then its for the best it might explode if we move it or draw the attention of something more sinister."
Mione shakes his head, "While having it here would be delightful, it is somewhat larger than a cart, and in foreign lands at that. We have secured permission to investigate, but the equipment and resources in its relocation would strain both budget and good will." A smile is offered towards Kilsa, "You speak kindly, but my talent is in research. I trust you can make this happen."
Angus finally decides to speak up. "What kind of wildlife will we be clearing?" The thought of treasure was an appealing one but he was more worried about the danger they might face considering that not only would they have to protect themselves but Mione's crew they might as well have some detailed information on any possible threats.
Kilsa chuckles, "We can make it happen, Sir Mione. My talent is in forging and aptly using weapons." She taps her forging hammer to push her point, "Though I would like to ask you, Mione, After we've secure your little bit of Raquestia.... Would you be interested in having a drink with an old badger to discuss some matters of concern." She gave him a winning smile before looking at Angus, "I am curious as to what wildlife would be a problem as well."
Rainer folds his arms over his chest and again lapses into silence, lips drawn in a thin, thoughtful line. "Mm." Once more his eyes become the only part of him in motion, travelling from individual to individual as they take their turn to speak.
"Of course, Lady Ironsoul," speaks Mione. It would be impolite to turn down a social call from a noble, after all, "I look forward to hearing of your success, and getting their notes. The landing is in Shralesta. I expect desert creatures, but I would have my eye out for more. Lunar dust has a great deal of power, as you've noticed. It could cause strange things to occur."
Angus nods and begins to tap one of his daggers. "Well then we will have to be careful now won't we." Turning to Rainer he gives him a smile. "That mean no blindly charging at the first thing you see. Ok Rainer?"
Kilsa nods, "Alright. When would you like us to ship out?" She smiles kindly at Mione, "Now don't get too excited when you get your note and forget out little date." She winked and crossed her arms, "I'm itching to see what has your attention."
Rainer puts his hands on his hips and arches his back forward, making a few of his bones pop before he settles back again. He's even wearing a faint little grin. "Sharlestra, eh?" the wolf murmurs, mostly to himself, before his eyes roll to settle on Angus, "I make no promises."
"Excellent." A ticket is offered with the Good King's seal on it, "This will get you all onto the air ship that goes there and back. The more expedient, the better, as the crew is already stationed in Shralesta, awaiting your arrival."
Angus turns to give Rainer a look. "The last time you said that I was missing patches of fur thanks to you walking into a fire trap." Turning back to Mione and Kilsa he smiles. "Well then don't want to keep them waiting."
Kilsa chuckles, "Well are we all ready to go? I know I am" She laughs and begins to move toward the door. "I'm so excited!" She chuckles.
And there are the words. Air ship. Rainer's tepid little grin breaks into full-on smile, and his cloak begins to flap as, somewhere beneath it, his tail gets a bit of a wag going. A quick tip of his head to their gracious host, and he's following Kilsa out.
And so the group is off, down to the docks, where the air ship awaits them with its gang plank down. A quick glance at the ticket is all that is required to get them up and on, and zipping off to Shralesta. A short jaunt, for those who have gone there by air before.
Angus checks some of his equipment as they wait on the Air ship. "Never been a fan of these things. Everytime I step onto one of them I swear it's going to crash."
Rainer treats the experience like an old pro, despite only having been on the round air trip to Shralesta once before. "Oh, you've ridden one of these things before...?" he sounds disappointed, but soon adds, "Well, that shouldn't surprise me."
