Winter 30, 513 AV
The nuit walked in a hurried pace though the marketplace, the Merchants Ring was a bustle of activity in the midday time. Forus had yet to be captured, and just today a letter arrived from Sahova. Rayage did not how or when, but it was present in the room he was renting for the season. An old looking envelope it was found in, with an official looking wax seal keeping it shut. Little did he know, but the letter was probably also magic protected, ensuring that only he looked at it. Though when the seal was broke, the magic was dispelled as it had reached its intended target… At least it was a safe bet with Sahova, they would not want just anyone to read the contents of the letter before it was delivered to the rightful recipient of it.
The letter was written on equally old looking parchment and stated:
Inside the envelope, sealed with the letter, was a golden ring. The ring sported an Alchemy circle with a Fount and a Filter represented as two blue sapphires on either side of the rings face. Rayage had no idea what the ring was, or what it was for. It was curiosity, but he accepted it as a gift from Qiao himself, and so the nuit now wore the ring on his right hand, ring finger. Next to the Golden Alchemy Ring, worn on the middle finger was the Iron band of the Ring of False Life. It too was embedded with sapphires on either side of the band. That ring, however, had magical properties which Rayage was familiar with. It was that ring which prevented most people from seeing the rotting flesh. It draped him in the illusion of life. His skin was flushed with color, and bald head shined lively. His teeth were not rotting… Now if only the ring could take care of the smell, he could almost be mistaken for human. Albeit, a very very weird one.
Tall and imposing, it was only with the help of Miro that Rayage could ever take such a man to whose this body belonged, the current shell looked rather brute like. Thuggish. His features were not the slender, frail-looking female which Rayage picked as his last body, but the total opposite. Miro, it seemed, liked and approved of the look. Ray however did not care for such a body. It was easier to talk to people when you looked less imposing and intimidating. Purple fabric, Steel-cloth, clothed the body of a nuit as the cloak looked just a bit too tight on the man. However, he did not care as the purple steel-like fabric did not rip. It did feel a little restraining, but such is the price for protection. On the right sleeve was the symbol of the Ouroboros, an ancient Alchemical sign for immortality. The nuit did not like the looks he got in this form. When he gets back to Sahova, he would make sure to switch bodies almost immediately. After, of course, reporting to Qiao.
The letter he held was very important. It expressed the displeasure in how long the quest to capture Forus was taking, and it was imperative that Miro see it. Miro was the main muscle, and Ray picked him especially for the reason of being the strong-arm of this operation. He did not just choose people to choose them. Miro had combat abilities that Ray could not dream of possessing. The kid was a force to be reckoned with. Ray understood this. However, lately, things have been getting a little lax. This letter might be just the kick in the pants that Miro needs to help him complete the mission. He was sure that Sahova would show its gratitude. It has never failed to before. This mission was not just a piece of cake. Rayage would have to explain this to Qiao when he meets the nuit again.
Rayage was in such a hurry that he shoved the letter into the folds of his robes, but did not notice when it slipped from them, and onto the ground below…
The nuit walked in a hurried pace though the marketplace, the Merchants Ring was a bustle of activity in the midday time. Forus had yet to be captured, and just today a letter arrived from Sahova. Rayage did not how or when, but it was present in the room he was renting for the season. An old looking envelope it was found in, with an official looking wax seal keeping it shut. Little did he know, but the letter was probably also magic protected, ensuring that only he looked at it. Though when the seal was broke, the magic was dispelled as it had reached its intended target… At least it was a safe bet with Sahova, they would not want just anyone to read the contents of the letter before it was delivered to the rightful recipient of it.
The letter was written on equally old looking parchment and stated:
T o the Esteemed Master Rayage,
I trust that your quest to Ravok is bearing many fruits over the past seasons. You have been sorely missed, and some have begun to wonder if you are to ever return. When you were first tasked to bring back the traitor and his research, I was under the assumption that this would be well within your abilities to handle on your own. As of yet I have seen no good come from your journey. Sahova has seen two trips to Ravok in the time that you have been away, both of which have brought much back to further our great cause. Where is your fruit Master Rayage? The Council, and myself, grow impatient. Do return to us soon, or we will be forced to come to you.
Lector Qiao
P.S. For the amount of assets given to you by Sahova, one would think you would at least have enough pride to find better, more worthy accommodations than where you currently reside.
Inside the envelope, sealed with the letter, was a golden ring. The ring sported an Alchemy circle with a Fount and a Filter represented as two blue sapphires on either side of the rings face. Rayage had no idea what the ring was, or what it was for. It was curiosity, but he accepted it as a gift from Qiao himself, and so the nuit now wore the ring on his right hand, ring finger. Next to the Golden Alchemy Ring, worn on the middle finger was the Iron band of the Ring of False Life. It too was embedded with sapphires on either side of the band. That ring, however, had magical properties which Rayage was familiar with. It was that ring which prevented most people from seeing the rotting flesh. It draped him in the illusion of life. His skin was flushed with color, and bald head shined lively. His teeth were not rotting… Now if only the ring could take care of the smell, he could almost be mistaken for human. Albeit, a very very weird one.
Tall and imposing, it was only with the help of Miro that Rayage could ever take such a man to whose this body belonged, the current shell looked rather brute like. Thuggish. His features were not the slender, frail-looking female which Rayage picked as his last body, but the total opposite. Miro, it seemed, liked and approved of the look. Ray however did not care for such a body. It was easier to talk to people when you looked less imposing and intimidating. Purple fabric, Steel-cloth, clothed the body of a nuit as the cloak looked just a bit too tight on the man. However, he did not care as the purple steel-like fabric did not rip. It did feel a little restraining, but such is the price for protection. On the right sleeve was the symbol of the Ouroboros, an ancient Alchemical sign for immortality. The nuit did not like the looks he got in this form. When he gets back to Sahova, he would make sure to switch bodies almost immediately. After, of course, reporting to Qiao.
The letter he held was very important. It expressed the displeasure in how long the quest to capture Forus was taking, and it was imperative that Miro see it. Miro was the main muscle, and Ray picked him especially for the reason of being the strong-arm of this operation. He did not just choose people to choose them. Miro had combat abilities that Ray could not dream of possessing. The kid was a force to be reckoned with. Ray understood this. However, lately, things have been getting a little lax. This letter might be just the kick in the pants that Miro needs to help him complete the mission. He was sure that Sahova would show its gratitude. It has never failed to before. This mission was not just a piece of cake. Rayage would have to explain this to Qiao when he meets the nuit again.
Rayage was in such a hurry that he shoved the letter into the folds of his robes, but did not notice when it slipped from them, and onto the ground below…
