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by Inoadar on February 19th, 2015, 5:19 am
by Lucillus Nitrozian on February 28th, 2015, 7:39 pm
by Bartholomew on March 4th, 2015, 4:40 am
by Clyde Sullins on March 4th, 2015, 6:38 pm
Soon enough another person entered, someone else who seemed focused utterly on the task of annoying Clyde. He'd met Nitrozians before, and hadn't had issue with them. Although one had assumed in the heat of an assassination attempt that Clyde was one of said assassins, simply for being a mage displaying magic... He let that go though, due to the heat of the moment, and the common suspicion of mages.
This new Nitrozian though, seemed keen on showing the heights of his own ineptitude. Blathering on about arming people with cursed weapons, and poisoned fisheries, and other such nonsense. Clyde decided to ignore most of what he said, as it seemed rather pointless. He was just another person attempting to seem important by spouting on mindless drivel and half informed nonsense.
Funny how people spoke of magic when they thought the mage was on their side, believing it could be churned out at will and en mass, and for the silliest reasons. If half the mages he'd met weren't crazy, he'd almost prefer their company over non mages. Though even with the crazy ones the conversations were usually enlightening and interesting... So perhaps he would prefer a half crazed mage to speak with, over some of the mundane specimen of humans he so often saw.
In Clyde's case his own choosing to be silent, and his fake smile plastered on, was a sign of his own growing annoyance and discontent. Ironic that the Acolyte would think it meant the opposite, that Clyde had been cowed. Silence with Clyde usually meant that whatever he wanted to say would likely result in him setting half the room ablaze, and so he chose to listen instead. A silent Clyde was certainly much more dangerous of a sign than a talkative one. If Clyde had known of the Acolytes thought about him, likely his smile would have turned true.
“Master Sullins and Miss Marin both possess strong ability in Reimancy. I am sure they would be capable of keeping the beast from destroying the city. If not, I am sure they wouldn’t mind assistance from other members of the Ebonstryfe or Institute of Higher Learning with the same ability.”
Clyde let out a huff of air, interested now in talks of Reimancy... Water attraction could likely cause an upward swell and pull, and keep the beast from diving... Perhaps with a well placed bolt of lightning or two to stun it for a moment. The IHL had other Reimancers, though none as skilled as Clyde himself was, nor likely Anna... And with the monster being submerged half in water, the lightning might be all the more effective and likely to strike. He did not argue with that aspect of the plan.
“I think this is the route you seem set on, and I am willing to support it. Poisoner, I will send an Acolyte with you to collect both the poison that we will be using, and the Vilemoss. Perhaps Mister Sullins would join you?”
Under his breath Clyde responded, grumbling, though loud enough for most to likely here. “Anything to get out of this blasted meeting.” He ended this with a nod of acceptance.
Another Acolyte entered, apparently to escort the two members of the group. Clyde wasn't sure why they needed an escort, since he doubted anyone could stop them with Clyde along, even a angry horde of yukmen, something had before faced down alone. Not that such a thing could make it within Ravok, but that was where Clyde's mind went to.
“Miss Grey will escort the pair of you. Please meet us at the Northern Docks, near the Healing Hand… in half a bell.”
Rising from his seat, and taking Cha a bit more securely in hand, Clyde headed out of the room and onward to get the needed poison from Nolan's shop with the others. He'd seen him make it, though didn't know how to do it himself. But Nolan had made extra, and so it should be simple enough to go and fetch some more of the processed poison. If he'd used it all, he supposed Clyde could summon more. But he doubted they had the time to summon and process more.
by Alea Davenport on March 5th, 2015, 3:36 am
by Alea Davenport on March 27th, 2015, 12:38 am
by Clyde Sullins on March 27th, 2015, 6:33 pm
Following along with his group, Clyde met a new Acolyte, or at least one he'd yet to be introduced to.
He wasn't one for idle chatter, and so he did not initiate conversation with the others as he walked. He had better things to do with his time than exchange pleasantries and such.
This plot was just one of many Clyde was involved with. Some would likely never happen, some where purely in the idea stage, and some were long drawn out processes that wouldn't see fruition for seasons or longer.
Such plotting and thoughts and ideas where usually what kept Clyde's mind busy in his idle moments, so much as they could truly be called idle.
With that in mind, it took Clyde a moment to register the comment directed at him, and to respond.
“Welcome back to Ravok, soldier, I understand it’s a short stay… I hope it’s not a too… stagnant visit for you?”
“I’m Evelyn Grey.”
Clyde nodded, turning to meet her gaze once, and then staring ahead as he walked instead of meeting her eyes through his response.
“Yes, probably short. But stagnant... I tend to draw my own intrigue. Somehow I doubt I'll leave without something of interest or note occurring. Or perhaps yet another few people banging on my door asking to be trained in arcane matters... I swear it happens every time I return Mrs.Grey. There must be a posting somewhere I've yet to see that alerts such people.”
Clyde smirked for a moment, and once more met the acolytes gaze, before turning back to his walking. As he'd made mention of "arcane matters" Clyde had absentmindedly clung to Cha with both hands, letting one hand stroke at her blue wooden surface as one might a lover, or some object or toy of ones childhood that brought comfort and security.
“Perhaps though I'll get something accomplished before I go.”
It could be taken from his words that Clyde did not find today's events such an event of note. Or perhaps not, it would depend upon how the listener interpreted his words. But in truth Clyde found the events so far today, the meeting of the snake-ish Dhani, and the talks, as little of note. Perhaps though once they actually got to the active part of the plan he would grow more interested.
As it was Clyde found most of today's events rather tedious, and was glad when they arrived at the poisoners shop, and headed inside.
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