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Glimpses of the workings of the Mage Council

 
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PostPosted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:46 am    Post subject: Glimpses of the workings of the Mage Council Reply with quote

Letter to Queen Fina Aega from Tharbad

<<Background: During the 4th annual Queen's Tournament a man tried to shoot the queen. This man seemed to be nothing more than a peasant, and was easilly disposed of by the Grand High Sorceror, Rainor, who was a spectator at the event. >>

--written in a blueish glowing letters, with very small burned edges on the letters, as if the letters were burned into the paper somehow--

    Dear Queen Fina Aega of Southern Annakol,

    This letter to you concerns the assassin who made an attempt at your and/or your husbands life in our arena during your Champion's Tournament.
    Let me start by saying that Tharbad is not willing to risk its neutrality over this event, we are not part of your war and will not become part of it. That said however, I personally do take this as an insult. When I invite someone into my home, I expect them to be safe there.

    We have interrogated the assassin thoroughly, and it seems that he may simply be a fanatic who believes the ideals your brother, Emrys, to be a form of absolute truth. It appears that he acted out of his own accord, even though we discovered some unusual scars and bruises on his body.
    We put him under one of the more advanced magical geasses and he did not speak of any other then himself in planning the assassination, with the exception of his grandfather who always told him stories about bad royals and nobles. Research however shows that this grandfather passed away some 25 years ago, as such we deem it unlikely that he was actually involved in the planning of said attempt on your live.


    On a merrier note, Aerilla and myself, as representatives of the Tharbad Mage Council, both enjoyed your Champion's Tournament immensely. As such, if political climate allows, we would gladly have you again the next year.


    It is our hope to have informed her Majesty sufficiently with this letter. If any questions remain we shall gladly answer them.

    On behalf of the Tharbad Mage Council,

    Rainor

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:15 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Sorcerer's Council, Political Affairs

--from his chair in the Sorcerer's Council, Rainor looks up at Aerilla after having sent the letter to the Southern Annakol Royal Palace. Aerilla starts to speak--

You know it is unlikely that this assassination was organised alone, don't you?

--a slight grin comes to the bearded face of the Grand High Sorcerer as he lifts his hat slightly to look her in the eye--
Of course, this reeks of magically induced memory alterations. The assassin remembered much to little of his own life, and what he did tell was much to standard. There is a slim chance that this man acted alone, he was simply a puppet.

--Aerilla frowns--
Then why did you not inform Fina of this?

--Rainor gets up slowly and walks around the room--
Because we cannot risk accusations to anyone before we have actual prove. Also, in the current situation we cannot risk our neutrality.

--he continues to pace the room--
Also, informing Fina Aega of Southern Annakol without proper proof would be foolish. This happened on our soil and as such is our problem, not hers. She has enough on her mind with the war against her brother.

--Aerilla nods--
Nor do we owe her any explanation, after all, she is not our queen.

--Rainor grins at her and takes of his hat, returning to his chair, sitting down with a sigh--
Sent some of your T.I.A. agents out on this will you, Aerilla? I want to know every step this man took the last 5 years, every single step.

--Aerilla smiles, seemingly happy that he sat down again--
Purely an intelligence mission, they are not to act under any circumstances I take?

--Rainor nods, tossing a ripe berry into his hat--
Indeed... as I said, we cannot risk out neutrality under the current circumstances.

--Aerilla nods, throwing her coat on as she walks outside to carry out the Grand High Sorcerer's request--

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I'll be waiting here... for you... so...
If you come here, you'll find me....
I promise.


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PostPosted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 5:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Another letter to Queen Fina Aega

<<Background: During the fifth annual Queen's Champion Tournament an assassination attempt was made on the life of the Queen of Southern Annakol. This was done by a man who tried to throw a poisoned shuriken at her. This shuriken however was intercepted by a prominent member of the Mage Council, Aerilla. After his attempt failed the man tried to fight his way towards the queen for a direct assault. He was disposed of by the guards and spectators before he made it this far though.>>

--A letter arrives at the castle in Southern Annakol, addressed to Queen Fina Aega. The letter is sealed with the official seal of the Tharbad Mage Council.--

To Her Royal Highness,

We, the Tharbad Mage Council, would like to thank her highness for once again choosing our arena to hold a number of festivities during this year's festival. We also would like to inform her highness that the assassin whom made an attempt on her life was killed on the spot and had no significant evidence on his body that could lead us to the one who ordered this attempt on her highness her life. That is, if any such person even exists.
As the man is dead, we have chosen to close the case of this assassination attempt. Mistress Aerilla is doing well under the circumstances and we send you her regards on her behalf through means of this letter.

We hope to welcome her highness once again in years to come, political climate allowing.

On behalf of the Tharbad Mage Counil,

Master Dalan Silverwing


--The signature beneath the letter emits a soft white-blueish glow and seems to have been made through magical means.--
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 4:52 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Grand Council Meeting

--Shortly after the assassination attempt on the life of Queen Fina Aega, the Tharbad Mage Council has a meeting.--

A man in a blue coat with silver lining quickly makes his way into the Grand Council Hall, the door swinging shut behind him. He raises the edge of his pointy hat ever so slightly in greeting to the others, already seated.

I'm fairly sure you all know why I called this meeting.

For a moment he seems to ponder, then continues to explain the entire story anyway. He keeps a careful eye on each and every one of his colleagues in turn as he speaks.

Aerilla... has been hit with a poison during the Melee Tournament which was held at the arena. The poison was meant for Fina, obviously. Aerilla seems to have intercepted it on her behalf. The poison is unknown to any healer I have been able to find, and more importantly...

He sighs, glancing briefly at Aerilla's empty chair.

No way has yet been found to cure her.

Some of the other council members start talking to one another in whispers. An old wizard sits in his chair and continues to sleep quietly. The man in blue motions for silence.

As you all understand, this event has put us into the heart of this war that is going on. Judging by the assassin's words, Elomen may be plotting something. Even if that proves incorrect, an assault was made on one of our own. We cannot sit idle and let such an action go unanswered.

A sign of shock travels through most of the council members at the words of the man. A tubby wizard, who is normally seldom present for council meetings suddenly stands up and speaks.

Rainor, you are absolutely right. We had to act quickly in this respect. As such we've been so kind as to send a letter to the Queen woman assuring her that everything is alright here. That the assassin was killed on the spot and that no other evidence was found on him.

The tubby wizard sits down with a ever so slight grin on his face, gauging the expression on the face of the Grand High Sorcerer.

oh... and we also send the Queen Aerilla's regards, so that she doesn't worry too much. The poor woman seems to have enough on her head right now wouldn't you say?

Rainor's chin raises ever so slightly, beside that he remains motionless.

You mean... The council choose to cover this up?

Another wizard dressed in a silver-white robe chimes in.

It was the only way Sir. You would not want us to risk our neutrality would you?

The tubby wizard adds...

Not to mention, Aerilla willing jumped in front of the queen woman. That was her call, not Tharbad's. She could have just let the queen woman take the hit.

Rainor's fingers clench into a fist slowly... At the same time a mixture of approving and doubtful voices fill the room. The wizard in the silver-white robe speaks up with a slight hint of compassion in his voice.

I thought you would understand Master Rainor. Our neutrality in petty squables is what has kept Tharbad safe all these years... It is what has kept us in control all those years.

An approving sound seems to fill the room for a moment before the Grand High Sorcerer speaks up.

If such...

He turns around and walks towards the door.

...is the council's decision.

He closes the door behind him and walks outside, pulling the edge of his hat down a bit.


--If any of his colleagues would have wanted to follow him, they would have thought twice. As with the first step that the Grand High Sorcerer set upon the pavement outside, a powerful thunderstorm suddenly emerged. The dark clouds came rolling in quickly, and the thunder and lightning could be heard and seen all the way to Bree.--
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I'll be waiting here... For what?
I'll be waiting here... for you... so...
If you come here, you'll find me....
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

From Grand High Sorcerer to Prisoner

---A wizard in a white robe knocks on the chambers of the Grand High Sorcerer. Outside a number of guards stand, clearly on edge. Some time has passed since the decision of the council to hide Aerilla's poisoning from the public.---

From inside Rainor calls out.

I'm coming... I'm coming...

Some time passes before the door is opened, pherhaps a tad too much time as the white robed wizard taps on the doorpost with his finger impatiently. He seems to be on edge as well, much like the guards. As the door opens he steps inside, the guards remaining outside.

Master Rainor...

The Grand High Sorcerer lets the wizard enter, but only a few steps into his chambers. He answers calmly.

What can I do for you?

The wizard continues.

By order of the Mage Council of Tharbad, I am here to take you into custody.

Rainor appears almost surprised, a hint of a wry smile on his lips.

On what charge, if I may ask, my good man?

The wizard moves from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable with the question and the lack of impression it made on the Grand High Sorcerer.

You are charged with endangering the neutrality of Tharbad and knowingly going against council decisions. Allegations are made that you are trying to get Tharbad involved in the Annakol war...

He quickly adds.

... Sir

Rainor frowns slightly then speaks as he slowly rubs his beard.

I assume you'd prefer if I came along quietly?

The wizard nods profoundly and tries to look threatening.

I brought guards to escort you to a magic proof jail!

The Grand High Sorcerer looks back momentarilly, his eyes lingering on a corner of the room where nothing visible can be seen. He then follows the wizard and the guards out, towards his new home in a Tharbad jail.

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I'll be waiting here... For what?
I'll be waiting here... for you... so...
If you come here, you'll find me....
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PostPosted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 8:18 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Visitor

--A man in a black mantle walks quietly through the streets of Tharbad. His hands are pale and frail, he leans on a worn wooden cane. A hood hides his face from the crowd of people in the marketplace.--

Long has it been since these streets were threaded upon by these feet.

The man murmurs to himself as he makes his way past the stalls towards the bridge district. He moves through the crowd with a subtle grace which seems eerily unfitting with his aged appearance. He passes a few houses with a sideways glance, as if reminiscing on times long past. He stops. The house before him seems unimpressive; a shiver runs down his spine. He opens the door which leads to a downward staircase. Slowly but surely he descents into the darkness below.

Hey, you! Hold your place old man!

Two guards, well armed, stand in the torch-lit hallway. Their appearance betrays them as high ranked mage guards. The old man stops and looks at them.

Did I do something inadmissible by law? I was not aware that looking for a public 'private room', if you catch my meaning, was a crime in these regions.

He seems to chuckle soundlessly at his own awkward joke. The guards seem less amused, yet see little threat in the old man.

Sir, this is not a toilet, and this is private property of the Tharbad Mage Council. I will have to ask you to leave now.

Down the hallway the former Grand High Sorcerer opens his eyes as he is woken by the uncommon disturbance in the hallway. The cell he is in is taking his toll on him, he seems tired and pale after the many months he has spent in it. He rubs his head, wondering if he would feel better if he was not in an anti-magic field. He mumbles to himself.

At least they had the intelligence to lock me up properly...

Rainor sighs. In the meantime the old man approaches the guards.

My dear mother always said if it feels like a rat-hole, smells like a rathole and looks like one; then it is likely a public loo. And this establishment looks, smells and feels like a rat hole. As such, my common sense says that I am at the right place.

The guards laugh for a moment, then suddenly react as the man begins to pull up his robe.

Sir, I am telling you to leave. This is NOT a public toilet.

The man leans closer to the guards.

What did you say there my boy? Speak up!

The guard leans closer to repeat his order. As he does the old man's hands touch the spines of both guards. Their faces pale, their muscles contract and both of them fall to the ground as if they were rag dolls.
Rainor sits up on his bed, his head turns towards the sound. Footsteps betray someone approaching his cell. The shadows of a figure form in the torchlight. The next instant the hooded figure stands leaning against the wall of the hallway, mostly out of the sight of the former Grand High Sorcerer.

Who are you? What happened to the guards?

The man's chest moves in a soundless chuckle.

I gave the boys some well deserved rest. Did they not seem overly exhausted to you?

Rainor frowns.

A simple sleep spell would not work on Mage Guards such as those.

The man's hand moves to one of the bars of the cell and slips inside the anti-magic field. He quickly retracts.

Disturbing, is it not? That emptiness inside you were your magic should be. Where the weave used to be all around, now you feel nothing. As if you suddenly went blind.

Rainor sighs, but doesn't comment.

It is good to see that not much has changed. The Council retains its short sightedness in matters they do not have power over.

Rainor frowns once more.

Who are you, why are you here?

The man runs a finger across the bars of the cell.

There are other ways. Ways that would allow you to put those short sighted fools right.

Rainor casts his eyes to the floor.

I have to have faith in those I asked to help.

Another soundless chuckle.

Most intriguing... You have a plan. A plan that has lead to your imprisonment and to the loss of your position to a bloated fool, or so the word on the street is.

Rainor's eyes flash to the small part of the man he can see.

Who?! Who did they make Grand High Sorcerer?

The man taps his cane on the stone floor.

They asked this Meron fellow. I could not help but overhear the two of you had a bit of a history?

Rainor hand forms into a fist.

That idiot!? He'll do whatever those wizards whisper in his ear!

Rainor slams his fist against the wall.

I could not help but notice that he is remodeling your old study. And by remodeling I mean that he is tossing all your furniture out the window. He was struggling with getting your statue out... No respect for the better works of art.

Rainor's eyes widen, he speaks in a whisper.

No... Aerilla...

The man turns and walks away.

Remember, what I said... There is always a way. A way to repay them all for their transgressions...

The former Grand High Sorcerer is left alone in the cell, tears fall to the stone floor.

--The old man walks back up the stairs but stops for a moment. He turns around and with a flick of the wrist the guards faces begin to flush, they slowly open their eyes with a moan. The man continues up as one of the Guards yells directions to a public restroom after him.--
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I'll be waiting here... For what?
I'll be waiting here... for you... so...
If you come here, you'll find me....
I promise.
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