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npc inbox: taravast


NPC INBOX: TARAVAST

Reach out to your (not-so-)favourite NPC here, putting their name in the comment header. Try to keep it to just quick text/audio/written exchanges or inquiries that can accept summarised answers, please!

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 saint of etiquette and the eastbound getaway expedition. Seems to largely trade information alongside wares. Appreciates spices, strategy and collaboration. Has an eerie and overly cautious manner. Committed. Defends the benefit of the many, to the detriment of the few.
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.

aprescoup: (bonaccorso)

[personal profile] aprescoup 2021-09-10 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
At first, it seems as if Bonaccorso had not intended to speak further. And yet, he continues. "One last matter. You... my niece and nephew suddenly acquired a slew of companions to support their candidacy. I think it... excessive, but I am grateful that they apply themselves."

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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[personal profile] bearshermark 2021-09-10 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleven's breath catches just as he'd thought it might be safe to leave. Levered partially up in preparation of doing so puts him a touch closer than he'd like to the man.

"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."
aprescoup: (bonaccorso)

[personal profile] aprescoup 2021-09-10 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do not understand," he offers after a long, stretched-out, laboured gaze that measures first Eleven's face, then his body, his hands. The animal flinching of his eroding composure. "Did you not come of your free will?"
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2021-09-10 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course I did," Eleven says through the tightening of his stomach: the first lie he'd been forced to tell. "I'd wanted to see the city."
aprescoup: (bonaccorso)

[personal profile] aprescoup 2021-09-10 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"And all these other people," Bonaccorso murmurs with a slow grasp of Eleven's wrist, thumb strong over the pulsing vein. "You knew nothing of one another? Not a word spoken before you arrived, as a matter of coincidence?"
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2021-09-10 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
His jaw tightens, pulse racing beneath the insidious grip.

"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."
aprescoup: (bonaccorso)

[personal profile] aprescoup 2021-09-10 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
For a heartbeat, it is as if silence swells with anticipation. Then, Bonaccorso's grasp yields first. He falls back into his seat.

"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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[personal profile] bearshermark 2021-09-11 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't dare move in the silence that follows. Eleven swallows, eyeing Bonaccorso with more wariness than before. The words sound more like a threat than an observation.

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."
aprescoup: (bonaccorso)

[personal profile] aprescoup 2021-09-11 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"And I prefer to think that my niece and nephew will not ruin each other in their pursuit of my inheritance," he counters, steadfast where he lies, old eyes slanted. "But we both know better."

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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[personal profile] bearshermark 2021-09-11 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Eleven stands, inclining his head shortly. He curls his fingers to keep them from visibly shaking.

"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.