[RPG] [FEI] The Trial: Nobles respond

[Samuel Knowlton]

(I'll be putting all responses I get in this thread so as not to create a 
zillion more)

Roleplay from Poison   (just in)
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(OOC: To do with the case, might be long, but if your going to join in then 
I suggest reading it - if you must, skip the first part as its just setting 
the scene)

Poison sits in her small manor house in Nbasah, her home since she was made 
Baroness there - and home to Baron Odin before her. As she goes over her 
records of the people, their loyalty to the Prime Minsiter and Lasanar, 
their happiness and the current production rates, Jasmine enters. Being her 
maid and friend since she was little, and relatively the same age, Jasmine 
was on first name terms with the Baroness and the pair often talked as if 
they were equals. Following behind her was another friend of Poison's, Flink 
McWinter, her greatest help in her life since she arrived in Batasaor - and 
a splendid drinking partner too. Looking up from her work, Poison notices 
the bottle of Rum in the old mans hand and the more common clothes drapped 
over Jasmines left arm. Time for a drink.

"Poison my old friend, how are you? I've not seen you since we left 
eachother in Escutah - trust you got my letter about the Chaos Requiem." 
Flink says, not even slurring yet - amazing as its a few hours after sunset.

"I'm good my friend, and yes, I got the letter and it was very helpful. 
Thank you." She looks back at her work, and then looks up, "I trust the Rum 
is for us?" She sends the man a sly smile, it had been too long since they 
had been out drinking and with her twenty-second birthday just passed (with 
no celebration) there was a reason to go drinking.

"Get dressed Baroness, the bars, pubs and whore houses await us - although I 
think I'll take the last on my own."

Poison quickly gets dressed in her commoners cloths, and meets with Flink 
outside the manor - picking up a letter from Minister Galiard on the way 
out.

The pair make their way into the nearest "village" in Nbasah. Hardly a 
villiage, but it was the closest they could find in Nbasah - after-all, you 
can't spread 3900 people out over a region three times the size as Ozrat and 
expect large groups of people in one place.

"This one right 'ere Poison, the Sand 'n' Ale. The finest bar in all of 
Nbasah." Walking into the bar Flink quickly signals the barman, who 
hesitates slightly (obviously remembering the man) but then walks over to 
the pair.

"Mr. McWinter... I trust you want your usualy pint of Rum?" The man then 
gives a quick glance to Poison, and then back to Flink, not recognising her 
as the Baroness but instead as just an ordinary woman. "And water for your 
woman?"

"Ahh, no my friend. Give her the same - any Lunarian ale left, I'm craving 
for that 79% goodness" Then receiving a shocked look from Poison he quickly 
ammends, "Batasaorian ale my friend, stuff from the old 83% days before 
Nighthelm ruined it" Poison nods to him, and the pair head for a corner 
table.

After many hours and many, many pints of 83% rum, the pair are a little more 
than jolly. Poison suddenly notices a letter in her pocket, and after her 
initial jump back, knocking over the table behind her and causing a 
bar-fight behind her, she opens it and attempts to read.

"NIGH'HEL SCUM!" She shouts, reading the surname of the man in question, but 
not many can hear her, and she hardly does herself. "'e wans wha'", Flink 
takes a quick glance over her shoulderm before being smashed around the head 
by a table leg that came flying over from the over side of the room, "Ba! 
Kin' Nigh'hel scum brodi wanna cum back 'n 'ere... Ne'er!" She reads the 
letter again, taking some more of it in, instead of just her Nighthelm 
hatred, "Rebal-lion, rebaal, rebi... ahh... 'e ata'z Mil'n 'n wan' back 
n'ere... NE'ER!!"

At that moment some of the rowdier men run for Poison - obviously confused 
by the shouting - with table legs and broken pint glasses. But before they 
can make it they fall over the paraletic body of Flink, and faint on top of 
him. Poison continues shouting to herself...

"'E! 'E syd wi... wi Nigh'hel marhy 'n ow 'e wan ba-in" She starts pointing 
at the letter which is now on the floor, soaked in spilt rum and blood 
"ne... neva!" For no reason, she collapses on the floor and starts crying to 
herself in-between the occasional hiccup and being sick.