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npc inbox: taravast
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PREVIOUS NPC INBOX FOR ARC I: SA-HARETH & STAIRS OF SIGHS
MACALUSO Earnest and moderate nephew of Bonaccorso, seeking to succeed his grandfather. A pursuer of astronomy, accountancy, diplomacy and elemental magic, with a long history of supporting the witches of Bessis. Champions firmer ties with foreign citadels to improve Taravast's access to armies and resources. Looking to choose a bride. | |
VANNOZZA Beautiful and fierce niece of Bonaccorso, contending to become the next Ilia Doxe. Mind of a scientist and a lady of the hunt. A practitioner and frequent visitor of the necromantic and healing sectors. Has entertained and turned away more lovers than the heroine of a particularly sappy romance novel. Often indisposed. | |
RIGARDA Lively, charismatic and gossip-prone lady of the highest echelons, received at every gathering. Can slaughter half a dozen reputations with the right twitch of her brows before breakfast. An associate of the Merchant's and old friend of the current Ilia Doxe of Taravast, Bonaccorso. Indifferent in the game of succession. Loathes crumpets and witches. | |
![]() | THE LAVISH LOCALS From the witches of Bessis or Attaryl to academicians, politicians, nobles, servant folk, artists or protestors — if you’ve got a question, someone can surely supply an answer. |
THE MERCHANT The patron | |
KARSA Sorceress, young (?). Employed by the Merchant and deferential to him. Talented but fiery and frequently impatient, intolerant of fools. She will get today's job done yesterday. Struggles to sympathise with men, objections and those who cannot absorb information quickly. Enchanted the group's translation devices. Only available until 28/12. | |
![]() | ASGEIRR The ghost of a scholar monk. Haunts the tattered execution cloak that the party stole from the La Rea bank in Sa-Hareth. Once a champion of equality and freedom, he faced ire for converting his followers against the regionally profitable trade of slavery. Soft-spoken but wise and just, slow to regain his strength. Will speak to those who visit his cloak in brief interludes. Favours necromancers. |
SA-HARETH
"HALTHAM" | ANURR The undead warlord Anurr, previously posing as gentle-mannered giant Haltham. An embodiment of Sa-Hareth's cold storms and wind, who regained his territory from contender Unhalad with the inadvertent help of the party in Arc I. Frostily rational and amenable to some negotiation. |
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He nods, relieved too that Moran had appraised him of the political landscape so that the information isn't new. Though there's certainly a part of his mind that finds the situation an even stranger unreality than the one Bonaccorso expresses: that he's not only a foreigner in a foreign city, but from a foreign world, and now asked after his barely existent political leanings.
"..Lady Vannozza seems like a sensible sort who seeks uphold Taravast's strength. Lord Macaluso appears to have heart, though he certainly seems to be enjoying the wealth of attention from abroad in service of alliances."
Eleven offers a slight shrug and a sheepish smile. "But you must know I'm not terribly familiar with policy. At the moment, I feel Vannozza's decisiveness is a strength Taravast needs. But it could also be that Macaluso has an adept mind for strategy that I haven't heard tell of. In your position, I think the most pressing concern of mine would be which of them could serve better in Taravast's defence, should it come to conflict. I'm sure there isn't anyone living that would like to see the city fall under undead rule."
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A long silence stretches between them. Bonaccorso makes no attempt to fill it, but taps gently the arm holder of his chair. "Vannozza's decisiveness has made an impact, then. It is always, I fear, those who speak loudest who are heard foremost. She is a sword. And Macaluso is a shield."
He shrugs, emptily. "A pity that wars require both."
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Eleven nods thoughtfully. "If they both love Taravast, then I'd hope they would be able to work together for the sake of it. If Vannozza is a sword, perhaps she leads the armies while Macaluso looks after the people. The politics of it all seem less important than the city's safety."
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He does not press. Only, softer, "My boy, if I could live forever and spare them the burden, I would. As things are..." More of the laughter. "As things are. Do you believe my people would turn against either?"
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"I don't know," he says finally, reasonably certain someone had told him it was okay to say as much- Moran possibly. "I'd like to think not, but I'm not wise enough to say for certain. I only know that I would look for a sword, in times like this."
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He leans back into the chair, half transfixed. "All the same, I thank you. You have spoken your truth. It is a beautiful gift."
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He inclines his head, not at all certain his feedback had been useful, but enduring the meeting with his cover intact had been all he'd set out to do.
"I'm afraid it's all I can offer, if there isn't anything else?"
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And he leans once more. "But I cannot help asking myself how and why it is you all appeared at once."
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"A strange coincidence," he breathes, unable to think beyond the dose of panic for anything that might serve as a believable lie. Someone else could have come up with something, he's sure. "But once more, I fear I may not be the right person to query."
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"Those of us that traveled together had spoken some," he admits, fighting to keep eye contact. Goddess, if he ruined everything here.. "The road was long, after all."
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"It is a long road, yes. And lonely. Men should make friends." He holds himself still. "A pity these friends are now your enemies."
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On second thought, he wouldn't mind terribly if the man's life slipped from him more swiftly.
"..I prefer to think of them as rivals."
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When he calls for his attendant, it is nearly as if the man materialises, light footed, of nothingness. "Please, see my guest away with a gift of fresh pears from the gardens. It is the tree's first fruit season. If I am not meant to witness a second, let this one be shared with friends."
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"Thank you," he says shortly, too rattled and anxious to be away to think up further niceties. Already, he knows isn't going to brave consuming the fruit- let alone risk one of his friends.