The Bastard and the Lady
10th of December 2006 A.D.
A long time ago in a land far away, as old tales were told, Augustus FitzClarence had been raised for command, he had been groomed to rule as one might groom a horse by a bitter old man with no sons untainted by common blood who had come in the end to a bitter end, denying his place in paradise. Then his bastard had gone where so many has wished him to, hell, but hell had been on earth and he has stood at the side of greater devils, those who bore his mother's blood so much more than common and he had been content in wickedness for a span of centuries. Alas that he had not read Dante in many years and so forgot the truth that all devils must keep close to their heart, hell has circles, there is always lower to fall.
He had seen his world torn like silk, like flesh from bone with a white hot knife, he had seen the horror beyond and he had been ready to die, but in that din he had recalled the lessons of his mortal days, delivered by an aging Florentine swordsmaster whose creaking joints he still recalled even as the face of the man had faded into memory. 'Always know when lay down your sword. The minstrel's voice, be is so sweet does not carry ten feet under the ground.'
So he made the deal and so he lived where others died and so he now was here among a gaggle of feral children, broken runaways and what have to be the luckiest mortals in a thousand leagues.
There were worse things to be than a dog after all.
In a sense he could have just taken over, he only one who might have come near contesting him was the Syliga girl and she was frightfully young for all her demon shone as bright as his, but Augustus understood that his new liege was not like the old, she was a child of this age, of heeding the voice of the mob and lavish spending upon their needs so instead of ruling the Augustus advised, that was another task for which he had been trained so long ago and while he had forgotten much he had spent the intervening years with swirling rumors ever in his ear, of this war and that duel. Neither of the two elder ghouls were minded to argue with him, followers not leaders and in any case aware of their own ignorance
That is how when his liege walked in she found everyone minded to meet with them dressed up business casual with little steel name tags on their shirts, like the ones they used at restaurants these days, a means to avoid the awkwardness of a formal introduction which he did not think many of the youngsters would be able to deal with. But it was also just the names, not vampire ghoul and mortal, all equal at least under the rules that governed them. He was quite pleased with the way Sarah squared her shoulders and approached the least intimidating of the wizards, which by Augustus' estimation would be the second most dangerous of them in this setting, but not to Sarah since she did not know anything their common liege did not wish shared with the whole company anyway.
"You look like you are trying to drill holes in the back of that warden's head you know," a soft voice noted from his right. He did not need to turn to know it was the .
"Good thing he does not have eyes there then," Augustus fired back. After a moment he relented. "The security system would be more secure if
she did not reveal it to outsiders."
"Just the gist of it, you know for marketing. I think we are going into arms trading, isn't that exciting?" the Syliga girl said, obviously trying to get a rise out of him.
How she had lived to her First Hunt in the courts with that habit Augustus still wasn't sure, but he was not about to rise to the bait. "That is not going to do much, the real weapon is the oath, the tamed hunger. See how the Warden is on that like a dog with a bone? He is trying to figure out if that implies some deeper connection, some hunger that our lady is hiding, mark my words. Concern over the mortals is a ploy."
"Oh," the girl's eyes gleamed silver for a moment in the shifting light. "It is a ploy alright but not the way you mean, you are meant to notice that one so you miss the lady over there sipping her tea on auto-pilot as she tries to get in touch with the stone dragon. He's seen a lot more stuff 'round here than most of us. I'm going to tell Molly."
As he gave her a small nod Augustus adjusted his opinion of the girl upwards a notch.
Wu Min is trying to take the opportunity of the meet and greet to have a private conversation with Porter. What do you do?
[] Leave it be, there is nothing Porter knows that you mind sharing with the council
[] 'Coincidentally' come up to her and break her trance
[] Call the elemental up to say hello, there is no need for her to strain herself.
[] Write in
OOC: A look at what your vassals are doing and a bit about what is in their heads.