The Arden Question
11/10/2009
You concentrate on Celeste's Trump...
RPG: Use '+trump/cancel' to hang up before Celeste takes the call.
The contact with Celeste comes like an icy wind.
To the image of Celeste, Emrys sits at a table in what is likely an inn, somewhere. "Celeste."
The image of Celeste is in the hall of meditation of the Church of unicorn, settled on a bench while her elbows rest on her knees. Her eyebrows lift, "Emrys." she greets in mild surprise.
To the image of Celeste, Emrys smirks. "Come, now, surely it is not such a surprise that I might actually utilize something I have put such vast amounts of attention in."
The image of Celeste's lips twist, "What can I do for you, Emrys?"
To the image of Celeste, Emrys's smirk fades into a normal expression. "You're keeping tabs on a lot of things still, yeah?"
The image of Celeste says, "That's my job, yup."
To the image of Celeste, Emrys nods. "Good. What do you know about the influx of people in Arden? The ones that can't remember how they got there?"
The image of Celeste's eyebrows shoot up, "This is the first anyone's reported anything to me about it. How many people are we talking about?"
To the image of Celeste, Emrys takes up a battered looking stoneware tankered, a few chips along its surface, and has a drink of the dark and bitter draught inside. "More than we've seen in the past," he says. "More in the past month than I can remember seeing in almost any month when I was still a Ranger," he adds on. "I met one in the city the other day."
The image of Celeste says, "Damnit, the rangers are supposed to report this shit. Are we talking a handful? Dozens? Hundreds? And whats the name of the one you came across?"
To the image of Celeste, Emrys lifts a brow. "I'm certain the Rangers do report this kind of thing, Celeste. But last I looked, they report to their Captains, and the Warden, of which you are neither." He shrugs. "Dozens, I don't think it's made it into the hundreds yet. The one I met was named Ebony. She was staying at the Crown and Rose."
The image of Celeste says, "I meant to my office, I've an agreement with The Warden. Anyway, what do you know of this Ebony?"
To the image of Celeste, Emrys shrugs. "Little enough. She remembers her home shadow, but not how she got here. Plain looking, black hair, had a rather sizeable silver key on her belt. Thinking she was a thief back in her place." He pauses, drinks. "She didn't smell of Chaos, so I don't think she's Road Marked, or if she is, she hasn't given in to it."
The image of Celeste says, "And there's a number of these individuals? Any standard profile or they range broadly?"
To the image of Celeste, Emrys says, "I don't think they're an army, if that's what you're after. Arden draws people to it from Shadow, Celeste. I just wanted to know why so many now." He puts his mug down and starts to move his emptied hand towards the card. "Anything else?""
The image of Celeste says, "I didn't imply they're an army, just answer the question if you could?"
The image of Celeste says, "Are they all male, female, humanoid, from the same place, or vary across the board? or you have no way to know?"
To the image of Celeste, Emrys's smirk reappears. "I do not answer to you, Celeste." His hand moves over the face of the card.
You turn your attention away from the Trump and end the contact.
RPG: The Trump contact ends.