♀ GYRFALCON, Indubitably's Locos

[Indubitably]

[1] page 4 navigation
[2] like a good neighbor [PRP]
[3] assisting the assistant [PRP]
[4] the growing dark [PRP]
[5] gentleman and a lady [PRP]
[6] bargaining for more [PRP]
[7] trust [PRP]
[8] the trace [PRP]
[9] call of a crow [PRP]
[10] honor [SRP]
[11] protect [ORP]
[12] a message from the east [SRP]
 

[Indubitably]

[2] like a good neighbor

Who: Lord Yizhaq, Hayat, and young Lord Dan
When: Mid-morning
Where: Lord Yizhaq's Shyregoadian estate.
Why: To discover the history of one Lantern.

http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20261530

 

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[3] assisting the assistant

Who: Lord Yizhaq, Hayat, Jin-ho and Blaithe
When: Early Evening
Where: Mage's Fellowship Headquarters
Why: To acquire a task.

 

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[4] the growing dark

Who: Lord Yizhaq and Chauhn
When: Very late night
Where: Lord Yizhaq's Shyregoad Fortress.
Why: To counsel young Chauhn on the darkness spreading within him.

http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21164339

 

[Indubitably]

[5] gentleman and a lady

Who: Yizhaq and Beatrix
When: A cold afternoon
Where: The Fellowship
Why: To offer courtesy

http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21167809

 

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[6] bargaining for more

Who: Lord Yizhaq, Hayat, and Shati
When: Late Evening
Where: Shati's farm in Imisus
Why: To track down baked treats

http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20262836

 

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[7] trust

Who: Lord Yizhaq and Audrey
When: Early in the day, late Winter
Where: Imisus
Why: A chance encounter with another urchin Grimm, leading Yizhaq to offer the girl safe passage to the Fellowship.


http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21145613

 

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[8] the trace

Who: Lord Yizhaq, Hayat, Lady Estratus, Sir Sloane, Adal, Chaun and Clurie
When: Late Evening
Where: The Fellowship
Why: To retrieve a wayward page.

http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21321345

 

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[9] call of a crow

Der Pestdoktor

A crow has nestled incessantly nearby you, wherever you may be, and clutched within its beak is a frail roll of parchment wrapped around ever so carefully in black ribbon. The crow is gleaming a seeping black, as if it was tainted by the Death, and around it is the aura of careful whispers. You reach for it, though you might not know why, exactly, and you unravel the contents of the parchment and, in that instance, you hear--

"Grimm,"

In a hushed voice, the parchment, whose inked words also glow with an uneasy black, whispers to you this:

"Yizhaq bin Saleh,
Why, such a young noble, and such rumors are flying around about him! How unbecoming, wouldn't you say? But it is no surprise, what with the falling of the Fellowship. There was such a grand time with the faction, wouldn't you say, during your father's time? I'm afraid it's the golden ages of the Mages no longer, and you've done nothing to save it from its sordid fate.

Too bad your loyalties lie in such a wrong place, Yizhaq, I would have liked to have you use your powers in such a greater light. Or will you prove yourself to the House and give your faith to a much greater power, to Obscuvos?"

After it whispers to you, the crow's brittle wings flutter as it disappears into the sky, and the parchment unravels in your hands and melts into a mess of delicate black ribbon.

http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21304649

 

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[10] honor

Der Pestdoktor

"Honor"
The upper class flourish with the vitality of the Royal Families and the Emperor. As of now the Royal Families and Emperor are just what the riots are after-- they are fighting and destroying every single foundation that has represented the upper class's wealth. They're demanding answers that none can possibly provide at the moment, but you soon come to realize that there must be a way to stop these riots. With the political power you have with your status and/ or wealth, find a way to quell some of the violence happening across Panymium. Do you use your influence in a peaceful way, or do you aim to resolve things violently?

March 15th, 1411


He had eaten, yes, as Bhakti had bade him. Demanded, really, along with the prescription of 'rest'. All this, before he made the journey to the Fellowship, where Chauhn was being held. It was too much to hope for, in light of recent events, which he [returned that very night from Imisus] had yet to hear in full.

It was in his study that he was found, the captain of his private guard grave of face and stern of tone. A mob of the township, hateful and carrying what they had on hand. It was a dark time, in Shyregoad, the echos of a murder and the whispers of the cult permeating the air. It was in that moment that Yizhaq discovered the actions of the Queen, the death of Waldgrave. It was then that he took to the thick, stone walls, the barricaded entrance. Lining it were the guard, some equipped with bows as they stared down at their countrymen. A glance, then, to those at the gatehouse, and he had made his decision.

"Open the gate."

"M'lord?" It was a breathless question, one of surprise and concern. One that Yizhaq had no patience for. His tone was brisk, irritable as he waved a hand at the guard, condoning him for questioning the order of the estate's master.

"We will not harm those we are sworn to protect! Open the gate."

----

Too soon, he was before them, only the stone bridge holding the line between them. His guards were there, but silent, as he adjusted his collar, hazel eyes skimming the dirty, bright faces of what could only be termed a 'mob'. A magically-inclined member of his staff lent him his skill, amplifying his voice into the growing darkness. He would speak.

"You are hungry, abused, tired, and angry - As am I! This is my home, and when it bleeds, I bleed in turn. We have all been betrayed! Wronged by the violence and deception that has crept across these lands. There has never been a time when I have not stood with you, the pulse of this nation, and now I ask you to stand with me."

At first, many continued to shout, but their voices faded at the sight of their 'nobility'. Their 'mage'. He was not the fat, prideful creature that they had grown to imagine, to loathe. Instead, they saw Yizhaq, youthfully approaching his thirties, dark circles beneath his eyes and plain clothing upon his form. A young man, earnestly appealing to the people he had grown up alongside.

"Your brothers, your sisters, your children and parents, they have cared for this estate, and been cared for in return. Do not destroy generations of trust, for those who do not know us and do not care to. I will not see our people be used - again."

It was clear that his logic was beginning to seep into their consciousness, that and the blank faces of his guard, familiar faces. Weeks before, they'd laughed together, lived together. It was a fabricated line, the division along the bridge, and one that Lord Yizhaq aimed to destroy.

"Those of you that lend a hand to our defense will find the other filled with food, clothing, and shelter. Take up new homes and arms within our walls, and together we will show our enemies that Shyregoad is strong, and not to be trifled with. These fanatics will not make a mockery of our character."

A mixture of responses came, cheering, silence, the grumbling of those never satisfied... But he was done. Turning to his captain, he clapped the man on the shoulder. "We will turn our home into a fortress, my friend, and welcome our family within it. Be prepared."  

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[11] protect

Der Pestdoktor

"Protect"
Dear Mages, the Fellowship is now facing a time of great hardship... the Grand Magus' brutal death in Queen Valhalla's own hands have resulted in the unease of many in Shyregoed and beyond. The controversy over Benedicta Waldgrave's death have left many Fellowship members into leaving their faction to go off to their own devices, and many of the people in Shyregoed have been rioting the Mage bases in search of ambiguous answers.

Protect all Fellowship sanctions across Panymium and spread the news of the Fellowship's still good name, and protect the innocent and those you can with the Magic you have been blessed with.

March 17th, 1411

]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21304355  

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[12] a message from the east

Der Pestdoktor

"Razing," Imisus (Commonwealth),
Beware of those in Imisus, beware! Honestly, what are you still doing there? Waiting to be killed?
To you in the upper class I'd suggest hiding yourselves or escaping immediately because there will be an attempt on your life, if there hasn't been already. To you in the lower class, I say, all the more carpe diem to you, sirs and ladies, as the Guard has been riding up your necks with constant checks, and have probably ravaged your house to see if you're hosting any suspicious revolutionaries under your wing.
If you've experienced either of these within the week, please, enlighten us if you have and, honestly, are you going to stay or leave the ravaged east?

March 18th, 1411

The flow of refugees and allies was near-constant, the check-in with the guards slow and thorough, and Lord Yizhaq had gone many, many hours without sleep. The cup of hot tea, was welcome, as he stood, taking messages from the scouts, guards, and servants that had news to share. With new arrivals came new gossip, and today, a new letter.

'The streets of Imisus run with the blood of nobility, and no estate is sacred. The walls of your own are beginning to fall. The men await your instruction.'

The missive was simple, hurried and factual, and after reading it through, the handsome man crushed it in his kind hands, expression dark.

"Instruct the Imisus Estate to do what they can, and open the gates to the military as a base. We will not waste lives defending an empty home, no matter how sentimental."

He did not have the luxury of mourning.