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Post by Delarri Esponda (D) on Oct 18, 2007 15:42:29 GMT -5
The Night Court. I'd heard stories, many of the courtesans rights in La Serrinessma regail the Night Court as the crown jewel of pleasures in the world. I hadmymisgivings.
However, I did find out some. Thirteen houses make up mount nuit. One in particular stood out, Bryony house. Wealth seeks company was there motto, so I was told. Well, we'll see how well D'anglines protect there assets. I bet they guard love more than money, and I really wasn't ready to assault any more obvious outlets yet.
It was cold, and dry, and cold. Layered in a hooded mask with eye slits, cloak, I did my best to keep the thick attire from making to much noise. To my advantage, the lights were few and far between, and most didn't ask questions. How convenient.
Soon enough, I reached my first obstacle, the gates. With a test, I felt my grip secure surprisingly on the the bars. With a bit of effort, I scaled one of the outer walls away from observers, and landed quietly on the other side. In short order I was at the walls the house. Now, to find a good entrance.
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Shona Tertignan
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Post by Shona Tertignan on Oct 18, 2007 17:44:20 GMT -5
I was reading. It was just a few days after the Wedding of Elliott L’Envers, and I was finding quietness in my rooms was a rather needed thing. Too much, too fast. I needed to think.
As was usual for me, I read at my window, under my purple lamp, my signature light. It was a book about Illyria, and I chose to read it for many reasons, the least of them not being my last night with Pieter, and my newfound curiosity of him, of his people.
Below, a movement, almost imperceptible. I would have missed it, were I not sitting at my windowsill, were I not trained into utter attention, for that is the stuff of a good bet, if not attention to detail. I peered down, but didn’t bother more.
Likely a bird fluttering, no more, no less.
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Post by Delarri Esponda (D) on Oct 18, 2007 20:36:36 GMT -5
It was a lot bigger than I thought. A bit fool hardy to call it a house it was a small palace unto it self. A D'Angline attempt at modesty I suppose. I could see several rooms, some closed, a couple open. Unfortunatly the spacing was not to my advantage.
First a quick test. I scrounged around and found a few rocks. An old lover's trick with a twist. A few flung rocks to check which rooms are occupied, and which are not. Let's try three at a time.
click, click, click. I ducked down in nearby bushes, and waited for a response.
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Post by Shona Tertignan on Oct 19, 2007 19:38:27 GMT -5
I had returned to the pleasure of my reading, finding that indeed, the Illyrians were princes of the tide, just as the Serenissiman were, and the familiar click of thrown stones drew my attention. On Teresa’s side, and I heard her wake, and fumble, and likely, she stubbed her toe, for what followed was a curse, and a knock on my door. “Shona, is that your lover again?”
I opened the door, and as I did, a rock hit my head. “Naamah’s tits !” and I took Teresa’s hand, both of us looking out the window. “I promise you, I’m done with those stunts, Resa,” I said as we both leaned out the window, one blonde and one red head, and as we looked out, another head popped in the neighboring quarters. “Elua’s ball’s girls, won’t you keep it quite yet?” and I let out a grunt for my other neighbor wasn’t as accommodating as Resa. “I’m sorry Andrea, I’ve no idea who or what it is, and you see we are all baffled,” I said over the window. Resa leaned over, and loud enough, said, “Maybe we should call the guard.”
That in turn summoned more noise from above, and a disheveled Melinda popped her head out her window, angry and displeased, “What’s all this noise about?” and Resa proceeded to giving her an explanation, which was excellent, because I was starting to be amused at her look, and the over all situation, all of House Bryony turning to a group of wondering, window poking adepts.
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Post by Delarri Esponda (D) on Oct 21, 2007 12:03:15 GMT -5
Bloody Ashrat, don't they sleep. It was like stirring a bee's nest. How am I supposed to get past that. Perhaps this was a bad idea, one thing worse than guards were gossipy women.
I sat crouched in the bushes watching carefully as they all bickered amongst themselves. I'd have to move soon, eventually there would be a patrol around here.
However, I did have a new plan. If I can't access the nest, surely I can access it's suppliers. After all, someone has to bring in the wealth, do they not?
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Post by Shona Tertignan on Oct 22, 2007 18:47:54 GMT -5
There was bickering and gossiping, accusations and protestations, and eventually, the loudness subsided, though I noticed in the distance some torches that were lit, and I wondered if it were, or not, the guards. Did they wonder at our loud exchanges? Did they suppose it were only a matter of females? I wasn't sure, but nevertheless there was more brightness near the gate.
My eyes looked around the gardens, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, though I was convinced there had to be an intruder in the gardens, with the three windows which had been knocked on.
Eventually, quietness came, and I bade Resa good night, resuming my seat at the windowsill, and reopened the book to my chapter, intent on finishing it.
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Post by Delarri Esponda (D) on Oct 22, 2007 19:47:07 GMT -5
Dammit, things went from bad to worse. While the chatter subsided above me, I became aware of the gathering lights in the distance. They probably thought nothing of it, and would not take the search seriously, but it didn't leave me much time. From the looks of it, I'll have only a few moments of covert darkness. There was tree near the fence that I could scale to make an escape, but there was open ground between it and my postion.
A choice. Run the distance in open air, risk identification or escape unnoticed. Or, use a smoke ball, cover my tracks, but let them know that someone was here. They'll tighten security for sure. Bah, I didn't make it that far in anyways. And I'm not in a position to give authorities anything to keep a look out for. At best, the thought that a night court house had an 'intruder' will be forgotten quickly, one can hope. At the very least, it will serve as a distraction.
The lights were closing in now. They'd see the remnants for sure, but no time to waste. A quick strike against a flint tied to the back of my belt lit the fuse. I rolled it out the open space. With a somewhat loud serpent hiss, it spun around filling the air with a thick fog. Once the path was covered, I had only moments, but I flung myself through, and with good planning, found the tree. I noted later that it seemed well worn from climbing. Perhaps the guests of the house were as much prisoners as they were servants. I looked back and saw the guards jolt toward the cloud, only to have it dissipate in emtyness. I didn't stick around after that, bolting for the base of the mount, and planning to hear about it tomorrow. If nothing else, I could take solice in the fact that by watching the reaction of the city, I could see where the true riches laid. It all works out in the end really.
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Post by Shona Tertignan on Oct 23, 2007 18:07:50 GMT -5
A hiss. A loud, whistling sound, and I lifted again my eyes from the book I was enthralled with. There was smoke, and a departing shadow, followed moments later by the guard. I heard them curse, and noted that the intruder had been both stealthy and fast.
I repressed a shudder, and wondered who was foolhardy enough to make such an attempt. I'd helped my lovers hop in before, but never this way. Bryony bribes, it seems do work better than thrown stones.
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