Solo Winds of Change

A twist of fate drives Rook into a corner, and he must make a choice to protect his bondmate and himself

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Winds of Change

Postby Rook on June 10th, 2018, 11:07 pm

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Lazarin Estate
Summer 6, 518
3rd Bell

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed swiftly by a boom of thunder that rattled the paintings on the walls. Rook froze in place against the wall. His heart fluttered in his chest like a failing bird, and the kelvic forced himself to take two dozen deep, calm breaths until his frightened chest finally stilled.

The inside of the Lazarin estate was pitch black, only illuminated by the occasional stabs of lightning flashing through the glass windows. Rook’s eyes were not made for seeing in the deep dark, so he found himself feeling his way along the walls, and freezing with each flash of light. The Lazarin estate was quiet and very very still. The majority of the masters and servants of the household had gone to bed bells ago and now only the occasional stirring punctuated the manor’s stifling walls. But despite Rook’s exhaustion from the day’s work, he was awake and very alert, perhaps too alert considering the pounding of his heart, but it was only to be expected. He hadn’t been getting enough information, and Radcliff was becoming impatient. It was time to take a risk. Rook had to be daring.

Which was why now, in the still dead hours if the early morning, Rook found himself edging his way through the drafty corridors of the place he was now forced to call home. In the season he’d been under Jessica’s thumb, the kelvic had come to know the estate intimately. He’d visited Jessica in her private study many times to receive orders and could probably find it in his sleep. He had never stayed there long enough to catch more than a glimpse of the tantalizing documents sitting on his master’s back. Tonight, the kelvic aimed to correct that.

Finally, Rook found himself standing in front of the door to the study. There was no light creeping underneath the door frame, but Rook still nervously pressed his ear against the door for an achingly long moment. Silence. Another boom of thunder shook the walls and Rook flinched. Once more he froze until his frantic breathing and rapid heartbeat quieted. When he was once more sure of himself, the kelvic tested the door knob. To Rook’s surprise, the door clicked cleanly open.

Cautiously Rook peered inside. The wolf boy knew very well that his master’s study was leapt locked when Jessica went to bed for the night. He had fashioned himself a makeshift lock pick out of a piece of scrap metal he had found on the ground, but he had no idea how to use it. Perhaps he had expected to try at it a few passes, then give up and go to bed. But with it unlocked, Rook had no excuse. He had to proceed. He studied the shadows of the room for an achingly long moment, but detected no movement. Bolstering his nerve, the kelvic stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The blackness in the room was all consuming, but a flash from the sky lit the room for a moment as bright as day. Rook rushed to the window and drew the dark curtains up, obscuring any prying eyes who might be watching from outside. Then with a breath, he turned around to face the room.

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Winds of Change

Postby Rook on June 11th, 2018, 1:25 am

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Before he did anything else, Rook grabbed a blanket off the back of a chair, and stuffed it into the cracks of the door frame. Once he was confident it was properly covered, the kelvic cautiously lit a candle and the darkness parted like a shroud. Jessica’s study was like her; practical, to the point, and organized to the point of severity. Rook carefully noted exactly where everything in the room was. If he moved anything and didn’t put if back his master would surely notice. Once he was certain he had the location if every object in the room memorized, he approached the desk. A stack of papers sat neatly attop the solid mahogany. Rook carefully lifted the first one of the top of the table. After a few long, tense moments of perusal, he flipped to the next page.

The information contained within the documents was puzzling to Rook. The wolf boy had a vague understanding of the political machinations stirring through Ravok, but he had little knowledge if it. It was like a cold undercurrent travelling the length of the city. Rook feared that if he dipped his toes in too deep he might be dragged under. There was no way around it though. So he continued to search. The documents seemed to be business transactions. Repairs had been made to the manor after the blast of ice last season had shattered all the windows. The most important repairs had already been completed. Many places in the city had to be fixed, but the Lazarins were far too influential to be pushed aside. The repairs had been done in a timely manner, but curiously enough it seemed as though the majority of payment was still forthcoming. Which was strange. The Lazarins were wealthy enough. Why would they not have paid for the repairs by now?

Knowing what he knew, the kelvic could attempt a handful of educated guesses. The Lazarins could secretly be in debt. This Rook doubted very much considering the family’s position, but he was required to gather possibilities, not make assumptions. Personally, Rook thought it far more likely that they were delaying payment in pursuit of paying for something else. But what could that thing possibly be? As Rook’s bond with Shiress strengthened and he began to think more as humans did, he was starting to realize how terribly frail the strongholds on which the families stood on really were. After all, if one slave couldn’t make a difference, then why would Radcliff have even bothered manipulating him into gathering information on his master?

Despite the fear of his master, and despite the fear for himself and his bondmate should he fail or be caught there was something… compelling for Rook in all of this. Even as he had snuggled into the security of his bond, Rook’s yawning compulsion to seek still hadn’t gone away. Rook was hungry for knowledge. Hungry for secrets. He wanted to know things forbidden to him. So even in his fear, there was something right about what he was doing here.

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Winds of Change

Postby Rook on March 24th, 2019, 3:38 pm

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Your grades are here!


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Skills
*+2 Stealth
*+1 Observation
*+2 Subterfuge
*+1 Intelligence
*+1 Logic


Lores
*Stealth: Feeling Your Way In the Dark
*Location of Jessica Lazarin's Private Study
*Subterfuge: Blocking out the Light
*Subterfuge: Making Sure Everything Was Where it Was Left
*Lazarins: In Debt?
*Self: Hungry for Secrets


Rewards & Penalties
*Rewards?
*Penalties?


Notes
N.A.


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