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A venture begins [Pulren]

Postby Vazka on July 10th, 2015, 3:35 pm

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A well-used latch clattered with the turning of a key, locking the door to a simple home in East Street. Golden eyes turned up to the growing light of the sky, giving silent thanks for Syna’s warm touch before shifting to the street. Vazka sighed a little as she pocketed her key and set her booted feet moving on the route towards Priskil’s Spire. Along the way, her thoughts turned, as usual of late, towards her situation.

Life for Vazka had been tense since the middle of the Spring season. Work for her had faltered following the dovecote crisis, as she called it. For three full days, the doves had refused to fly. While the kelvic had certainly enjoyed an upswing in activity at that time, it had dropped off dramatically not long after the doves had returned to their normal patterns. Even they experienced a drop in use as traditional foot-powered couriers had been hired by many of the city’s factions, and their employment contracts weren’t easily voided. As a result, Vazka had found herself in a most unique situation: debt. Given her history with the city, she had been given a single season’s grace: fulfill her obligations, or suffer the consequences.

The bird keepers in the Spire, while understanding of her plight, could offer Vazka little in the way of support. The resident falconer (brought in years ago specifically for Vazka) did have an idea for her, one that she’d latched on to as easily as she had accepted her role as a public servant: broaden her range. While the common being didn’t typically have any real need for communication to and from another city, trading businesses and other organizations were another matter altogether. So it was that she had begun to discreetly publish the new addition to her services. At present her range was limited to Syliras, but with some time and effort she could probably reach other cities, as well.

Unfortunately, things were never so simple. Something new took it’s time to work into the fabric of society and business. Even though she’d started broadcasting within the first 10 days of Summer, there had been no bites. Not even a nibble or whisper of interest. She didn’t let that get her down, though. Vazka knew that, eventually, someone would want something to get somewhere else faster than a humanoid courier could take it.

All the while during her musings, Vazka had been walking; her thoughts were soon interrupted by her arrival at the Spire. Gleaming white stone rose up high above the ground, seemingly glowing as the morning light reflected off of its well-kept exterior. “Perhaps today will be the day,” she mused while reaching for the door. Glancing back as she crossed the threshold, her keen eyes caught sight of a figure walking down the road in the general direction of the Spire. Given the way the city was laid out around the bay there was no telling where his destination truly lay, so she put him out of her mind and closed the door behind her.
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bring new Hope
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A venture begins [Pulren]

Postby Pulren Marsh on July 12th, 2015, 6:25 am

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Syna shone brightly on the shoulders and back of a young man in thought as he made his way to the Spire of Priskil. It was a reverent and happy place for him as his memories had brought him back to the fateful day that he felt he had been touched by the Goddess of Hope. He had been taking care of the precious gift he had been given as well, though he hadn't given the bird a name. He had just done his best to feed it seeds and clean poop. He hoped that the bird cage would at least make life a little easier and keep the little being secure.

His memories had been lingering lately to his friends Markus Andres and the lovely S'Essy. When he had last seen her, she looked as if she might give birth anytime. While he wasn't keen on the particulars of birthing, especially when it came to the elusive Konti, he figured it was about time for him to send his well wishes to the family. He knew that the messenger doves of the Spire traveled locally, so he thought that maybe he could find a courier that would or could travel to Syliras. He didn't think a dove could do it. It was possible, sure, but he wanted to send some trinkets of his friendship to them as well as his thoughts. It would be too much of a load for a dove. Being a courier service, though, they surely would know of a way to get the job done.

As he approached the Spire, its gleaming white symbol was very telling now that he knew about its dual purpose. He actually saw a striking young woman entering the tower as well. Did she look back at him? if she did, she seemed to ignore him thereafter and close the door. Strange, but who knew what motivated others? When he approached the Spire himself, he knocked on the door that he had seen close. he could certainly wait. It wasn't as if there were any other exits. Well, the windows above, but it wasn't as if she would fly away.
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A venture begins [Pulren]

Postby Vazka on August 5th, 2015, 1:28 pm

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A young man by the name of Jareth scurried forth at the sound of knuckles rapping against wood, curious about this unexpected visitor. Then again, the Spire being dedicated to Priskil it wasn't that uncommon to have someone paying tribute to Her. As he opened the door, his curiosity deepened, for this man seemed to be neither an ordinary supplicant nor someone from among the city’s well to do. He stepped back and to the side, bidding Pulren to step inside. "Good morning, my friend," he said politely. "How may we be of assistance to you?"

Closing the door behind Pulren, Jareth listened to the requested services, then nodded, leading him into the base of the spire. "Well, we do have doves that are trained to carry to Syliras. However, I believe you mentioned you wanted to have your message delivered to someone very specific, yes? In this case, Vazka would be your bird."

Jareth chuckled softly, taking a right turn at an intersection of corridors. Almost immediately they began to ascend a flight of stairs. "Mmm, yes she is special. We actually had to make contact with Wind Reach in order to properly care for her. As such, her rates are unique, especially for a request of this nature.” They arrived at an upper floor, and the young man turned right, stopping at a door not much farther down the hall. “Vazka isn’t an ordinary avian.” He knocked on the door, thrice in rapid succession, gripped the handle, and pushed the wooden barrier open. “You see, she is far more.”

There was a cot, a table, and two chairs off to one side of the room. The other had been altered from its original form, in that 3 foot tall slabs of stone had been brought in to form a cliff-like niche upon which a nest had been constructed. Between them, a window had been fitted, with hinges that looked to swing both ways. Upon the table lay neatly folded clothes, and a cloak was draped over the back of one chair.

Brilliant golden eyes gazed at Pulren from within a feathered face. The large golden eagle settled within the nest regarded him curiously, though almost challenging in a way as she stared him down. "Vazka," Jareth began. “You have a client.” The eagle nodded, ambling to the edge of the niche and stepping off. As the clawed foot descended upon solid air, the feathery form vanished in a glimmering of golden light, replaced by a woman who continued to walk towards the desk without breaking stride. With carefully measured movements and seemingly oblivious to the other occupants of the chamber, she picked up her clothes and dressed. “How may I be of service, Sir?”
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A venture begins [Pulren]

Postby Pulren Marsh on August 14th, 2015, 3:00 am

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Pulren was at once surprised by the room inside the dovecote. He never expected it to have the space for people to roam about in it, much less have anything other than doves inside. As he listened to the attendant, who seemed very knowledgeable, he looked around and imagine Priskil roaming inside the walls. It gave him a light feeling inside to think of it. It appeared that he would need the services of a special bird named Vazka. Always prepared for new things, he followed his accompaniment up some stairs and continued to listen. The name of a place called Wind Reach was mentioned, somewhere that catered to birds it seemed. It looked like he would be headed back to the library.

When the door was opened, Pulren looked on to see what appeared to be a room fit for a person, a tidy one at that. There was also a large nest above the room, fitted into the wall. Perhaps it was a great bird and its handler? When the man spoke to the bird and called it Vazka, Pulren then found it equally peculiar that the bird nodded in assent and glided from the nest to the floor. A glow came forth that gave the idea of a Kelvic, as Pulren had experienced in the face of the tiger. Her stride didn't break as she became a lithe an nude form, though taking her time to dress. He considered an answer to her question of what he could do for her but then remembered why he was there. Besides, in the house of Priskil, or even tower, those thoughts were best left outside.

"Nice to meet you. I need a letter and a few small items delivered to a Knight in Syliras and his companion. They are due to give birth anytime and I would like to welcome their new addition with some gifts. Is this something that you can do?" He hoped that the answer was yes. He expected it to be pricey but the thought of his friends' faces when the package arrived would be worth all of the expense.
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A venture begins [Pulren]

Postby Vazka on August 26th, 2015, 2:57 pm

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Instinct is powerful, and especially so in a Kelvic. Instinct drives self-preservation, both for survival of self and continuation of species. Likewise, thought is also a staggeringly powerful force. Not a thought occurs in a human’s mind that doesn’t translate, in some way or another, to their body. Even though she didn’t consciously know the telltales of the look a human might give when pondering a prospective mate, Vazka’s subconscious mind picked up the subtle cues Pulren gave out for the brief moment of his impious pondering.

She regarded Pulren as she sat at the desk, Jareth politely ushering her guest to the other chair. There were so many nuances of politeness and propriety and other behaviors in such a situation that she had absolutely no clue how to handle. That was what Jareth was for: to keep her beak out of the mud and her mind on track. A facilitator and a coach, he knew what needed to happen and how, and she what expected to learn along the way. There was no time for lengthy instruction, and nor would she sit still for such boredom as lessons always tended to be. She was a creature of action; there was no better way to learn than by doing.

"Yes, this task I can accomplish,” Vazka replied, carefully tucking her hair behind her ears. “Just a letter may have been better suited to a dove; I can carry more, and deliver faster than a land bound courier." She was immensely proud of her capabilities above and beyond that of an ordinary bird. Her eyes flashed to Jareth, questioning; he took up the reigns smoothly. “She will require the name of the recipient, I believe you said he is a Syliran Knight, yes?” Jareth took up a position roughly between them, though far enough to one side to allow the pair unobstructed communication. “For the gifts, do you have a package to transport them in? If not, the Spire can procure something suitable once you have provided the items. Finally, price: Vazka’s current rate is 1 GM per travel day, and 2 GM for the delivery itself. Presently it takes her 6 days to fly to Syliras, which would be 12 GM to travel round trip and 14 GM total. Does this meet with your satisfaction?”

Seated across from Pulren, Vazka looked to him with no small amount of trepidation. She needed this, as much to serve as to survive, and the anxiousness as she awaited his answer was telling. A hand on her shoulder startled her, and Vazka looked up, golden eyes meeting Jareth’s cool blues. “Calmly, now,” he said, and returned his gaze back to Pulren, acting as if this were the most natural think in the world.
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A venture begins [Pulren]

Postby Pulren Marsh on October 7th, 2015, 6:24 am

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However odd the Kelvics were to Pulren, he found that they seemed to be suited to tasks of a sort. There probably were not Kelvics that just lounged about and did very little. He could appreciate their inborn desire to serve. It could probably help some people he could think of to have such a thing going for them. Listening to the rates, they seemed incredibly reasonable, enough so that he made an audible gasp of surprise when the rates were given. Fourteen golden mizas? I'm happy to pay such a fee. You guys should maybe think about charging a little more, though. Of course, there is the possibility that the service could be faulty, but I will assume that since you are able to work from this particular dovecote that you must have some kind of reputation. If you will allow me to go and procure the items and write the letter, I will be ready to go.

Fising out the proper number of Mizas, Pulren counted them out and handed them directly to Vazka. "I'll be by tomorrow at dawn with the items. Thank you again for this." With little rigmarole, he nodded curtly to them and headed out, eager to purchase the items and write the letter. He then set out to West Street where he had spied a few days earlier the perfect gift for S'Essy. Was it wrong that the lovely Konti was the first person he wanted to buy a gift for? If it was, Markus would have no clue as to who got what in which order. Pulren would never set to split a family anyway, not that she would ever part from her protector.

A blue dyed scarf made of an incredibly soft and light material from Kalinor was purchased from the clothiers, his excitement palpable as he then stopped and picked up an oddity; a dagger for Markus that had a hollow pommel. One could screw the handle off and find a small space inside for messages or whatever they liked. For the child he picked up a small wooden flute from the markets. It would be too much for her initially, but eventually the young Konti might enjoy playing it and appreciate the finer things in life. With his purchases made, he had only to return home and construct the letter to his friends, already hoping it found them well.
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