Spies and their master.
St.Ninians Ruins: Churchyard
The churchyard stands quiet as few beasts seem to roam within
it. Though vermin seeem to have long left the old church, the
area seems to have a coldness about it. In the distance looms
the burned out hulk of the old church, still standing despite
its old age. Darkness just seems to encompass the area in a fog.
Rubble is scattered around and the ground lies charred and
barren, even after many year. The area is void of much life and
has a foreboding feel to it. Equally obvious is the ancient
graveyard, fenced in by an old and rusty fence breached only by
an equally ancient and rusty gate.
Entrances/Exits: -----------------------
[I]nto the [C]hurch, [C]emetary [G]ate, [D]irt [R]oad,
[I]nto the [F]orest, [M]ossflower [W]oods
All is quiet in the ruins of St. Ninians...Until like a ghostly specter, Vladmir emerges from the shadows. He raises one gloved paw to the sky, awaiting the arrival of a minion.
A jet-black raven lands on an old gravestone and caws, a truly wicked sound. (Lenore)
Vladmir smiles maliciously. "So...my pet...What have you seen?"
Lenore ruffles her feathers and caws again. "I have gone to Ferravale. The bartender there is called Lorimis, and the leader is called Scioto. He is a wildcat." she caws yet again, but this time it almost sounds like the word "nevermore".
Vladmir nods, but is however frustrated. "Good, good...But I need to know more. What are their capabilities when it comes to fighting? How many fighters do they have, how skilled are they, how likely are they to discover us..."
Bora flies in from the north and lands on an old rotting tree and looks at Vladmir and Lenore from his perch.
Vladmir notices Bora and beckons to him with one claw.
Bora obeys the summoning claw and takes flight, he circles and then lands beside Lenore and Vladmir.
Lenore reaches up with one clawed foot and fiddles with the deaths' head hanging from her neck. "They have many guards, Lord." she drops her foot, leaving the carved skull alone as she looks sucpiciously at Bora.
Vladmir nods. "Ah..." Then he turns to Bora. "And you...What have you seen?"
Bora ruffles his feathers, he is not much the spy but does watch things, "Have mouse as bar tender in tavern.....not knowz why."
Vladmir nods. "Is he any threat? Does he have any authority?"
Lenore shifts on her feet. She leans close to Bora and gives off her most blood-chilling "caw".
Sadly, people started to log off here, but it is safe to assume that the rest of their conversation went in a similar manner. If you want to join this TP ('cause this is the precuser to a TP), then please go to "n00b TP: UPDATE!" or "A n00b with an PTP idea". But be warned! The last one I mentioned is older and so much longer. Thanks for reading!
