(refer to the post in S.I.G.I.S, here: S.I.G.I.S.: Debtor's Prison )
//// OOC Note: This is an not an actual new prison area, current or something else can be used. This is an RP mechanism only. /////
Debtor's Prison
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*Rust
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" . . . . is he utterly mad? Bombs will rain from the skies!" the nobleman hissed, adjusting his coat. "A campaign to rid the streets of the scum is all well and good, but this one's far too aggressive!".
Morganna Von Dram, resplendent in dark silks and shoulder length gloves, a far cry from the ordinary appearance that is her public persona, raises one eyebrow " . . tsk. Now. Mad? Perhaps I'll pass along your message to the Duke. I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear your thoughts concerning his mental health, hmmm?"
The nobleman whitens, but then scowls, not backing down. "Yes, that sounds good to me. But I'll do it - in person!". Pushing past the Countess, he almost reaches the door - then feels a heavy hand fall upon his shoulder. Turned about abruptly, he finds himself face to face with the Duke's manservant, Vaymone Drey. How something so huge and ponderous could move so silently was a mystery.
A towering bulk of ogrillion clad, in all things, in a tuxedo, complete with bow tie. The only bow to necessity, the outfit is sleeveless, allowing display of the creature's tremendous biceps.
"The Duke is in his private study - and is NOT taking visitors, except fer her" a nod indicating the Countess.
"W-what! I am one of the Duke's closest friends, and business associate - I demand to see him."
"Your demands must wait in queue with others, I'm afraid." Morganna murmurs. She nods, and the huge manservant releases the sputtering noble, but not before turning him completely around and giving him a light shove towards an exit. She smiles and adjusts the noble's tie, then dusts off his jacket.
"I'm sure his Lordship will want to address the Board, including you, very soon. Good evening. "
Morganna Von Dram, resplendent in dark silks and shoulder length gloves, a far cry from the ordinary appearance that is her public persona, raises one eyebrow " . . tsk. Now. Mad? Perhaps I'll pass along your message to the Duke. I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear your thoughts concerning his mental health, hmmm?"
The nobleman whitens, but then scowls, not backing down. "Yes, that sounds good to me. But I'll do it - in person!". Pushing past the Countess, he almost reaches the door - then feels a heavy hand fall upon his shoulder. Turned about abruptly, he finds himself face to face with the Duke's manservant, Vaymone Drey. How something so huge and ponderous could move so silently was a mystery.
A towering bulk of ogrillion clad, in all things, in a tuxedo, complete with bow tie. The only bow to necessity, the outfit is sleeveless, allowing display of the creature's tremendous biceps.
"The Duke is in his private study - and is NOT taking visitors, except fer her" a nod indicating the Countess.
"W-what! I am one of the Duke's closest friends, and business associate - I demand to see him."
"Your demands must wait in queue with others, I'm afraid." Morganna murmurs. She nods, and the huge manservant releases the sputtering noble, but not before turning him completely around and giving him a light shove towards an exit. She smiles and adjusts the noble's tie, then dusts off his jacket.
"I'm sure his Lordship will want to address the Board, including you, very soon. Good evening. "
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*kitteninablender
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(Posted with permission from Rust)Rust,Nov 12 2012 wrote: " . . . . is he utterly mad? Bombs will rain from the skies!" the nobleman hissed, adjusting his coat. "A campaign to rid the streets of the scum is all well and good, but this one's far too aggressive!".
Morganna Von Dram, resplendent in dark silks and shoulder length gloves, a far cry from the ordinary appearance that is her public persona, raises one eyebrow " . . tsk. Now. Mad? Perhaps I'll pass along your message to the Duke. I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear your thoughts concerning his mental health, hmmm?"
The nobleman whitens, but then scowls, not backing down. "Yes, that sounds good to me. But I'll do it - in person!". Pushing past the Countess, he almost reaches the door - then feels a heavy hand fall upon his shoulder. Turned about abruptly, he finds himself face to face with the Duke's manservant, Vaymone Drey. How something so huge and ponderous could move so silently was a mystery.
A towering bulk of ogrillion clad, in all things, in a tuxedo, complete with bow tie. The only bow to necessity, the outfit is sleeveless, allowing display of the creature's tremendous biceps.
"The Duke is in his private study - and is NOT taking visitors, except fer her" a nod indicating the Countess.
"W-what! I am one of the Duke's closest friends, and business associate - I demand to see him."
"Your demands must wait in queue with others, I'm afraid." Morganna murmurs. She nods, and the huge manservant releases the sputtering noble, but not before turning him completely around and giving him a light shove towards an exit. She smiles and adjusts the noble's tie, then dusts off his jacket.
"I'm sure his Lordship will want to address the Board, including you, very soon. Good evening. "
Outside of the Duke's residence a simple side-walk sweeper makes his rounds, performing his duties. He is a simple dressed Elf, dirty and weary from his work. Overhearing the confrontation from the big Ogrillion and the Nobleman, the worker takes notice as the nobleman leaves in a huff. Keeping his head down so as not to make eye contact with his "betters", the street sweeper makes his way into a side alley, out of view of the populace. Dropping his broom, the meager Elf's form dissolves, returning to his true shape: Rith Fiddir.
"So old Dork-Wood isn't taking any visitors, eh? Well that's no good. Not good at all. And there's no piercing that vault or getting into his private quarters without a nice escort to a Mercykiller jail. Hmm...I need a plan. And some backup. But the nobleman is right about one thing.....it's about to rain Fire."
Rith's form melts once again, assuming the guise of a rather burly Dwarf as he makes his way to the Bottle and Jug. After all, few would suspect a Dwarf walking into a bar as anything weird. Making his way back to the Anarch hideout Rith pulls out a Map of the Lady's Ward, preparing his next move.