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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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 Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 1:10 pm
The day had been a long one and for the most part uneventful. However, that didn’t keep this young man from pacing in his quarters as he counted down the time he’d finally get to meet the man of wonder, the man he felt he’d have much in common with. That man was Amerald. The man was brilliant and after hearing that he just up and left one day never to be seen again, Verchiel decided to do a bit of research on the man. He wanted to know everything he’d ever worked on so that he could get into the mans mind and gain some sort of inkling as to where he could have gone off to and what he could possibly be doing now. It took three years for Verchiel to track Amerald down and only a month to get in contact with him. In an unmarked letter, with a crimson colored wax seal, he sent Amerald a letter.
Sealed Letter Amerald, I am going to be straight forward with you, as prolonging things with formalities is unnecessary and annoying. While I know who you are, you do not know who I am. All of that can change come sunset this Friday. I have already taken in mind why you have secreted yourself away for so long and I respect the fact that you will want to meet in a secluded area to keep from being found out. I have made arrangements for us to meet at The Pub to discuss what it is I can offer you. While it’s not in the greatest location of Nuan and it is occupied by unsavory characters, no one will suspect a thing. I will be sitting in the booth located in the back of the pub to the far right. Simply look for a bottle of Katogi Averoff Traminer that will be resting in an ice filled container. I will meet you there at eight pm sharp. Sincerely, V
The Grandfather clock chimed the hour of seven and wasting no time, he left his home and headed straight to the part of town he spoke of in his letter. It took him no time at all to get there but then again with how fast he had been walking and the fact that he didn’t live that far from The Pub to begin with, did indeed help him get there in ample time.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:56 pm
Amerald found the letter in his mailbox one morning. He was rather worried, but at the same time he was rather interested in what this person had to say. He looked up and down the street in an attempt to see if anyone had dropped it off recently or if it had been there for a long while. Obviously it must have been there, for the seal had begun to melt just a tad.
He took the letter inside as he closed the shops door for the night. He wondered to himself what he would do. Would he take the risk of going out on that night? Or would he just throw the letter away and forget that he ever received it.
Of course, Amerald's curiosity was overflowing. He now needed to know what this man or woman wanted. Who was 'V' and what exactly could they give to him? That was something that he definitely wanted to find out.
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The night came and it was time for Amerald to get to The Pub. He locked his doors after bidding farewell with his daughters and telling them he would be going out to dinner with a potential client of his. He smiled as he made his way to the Pub door.
He gracefully entered, looking around at the many people that now inhabited the place. There were some drunk men in one corner and people of all different lifestyles coming together for a drink.
He made his way by each table, watching for the bottle that was suggested in the letter. He was so eager to learn of the writer behind. He finally came to the one table where a man sat, red hair glaring and he seemed so proper. He slowly took a seat on the other side of the booth. "So, you wanted to see me, 'V'? What can I do for you?" he asked kindly, looking what he could see of the man over.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 4:47 pm
“You sir, are a very hard man to keep track of. I’ve followed your work for quite some time now growing more and more impressed with each individual file I read. Then you up and vanished without a trace. Finally after years of searching, I find you and my, my, my, have you been busy.”
His eyes stare straight into Ameralds as he took a sip of his wine and then a drag of his cigar. Wisps of smoke danced around his face the moment he exhaled. While he showed no hostility, a glimmer in his eyes made it clear that he was no man to deny.
“What I want is rather simple and it would benefit you a great deal. I know the laws of Alchemy very intimately and I am also rather handy with surgical tools or a lab in general. I want to work with you and to be honest, I’ll not take no for an answer. I will continue to approach you until I get what I want.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 5:59 pm
Amerald sipped on the wine a tad. He listened intently as to what the man had to say. He watched as he puffed his cigar and then took a drink of his own wine. Amerald wasn't scared nor was he intimidated by the man. He was actually enthused at the fact that this man had been following his work for so many years. A smile lurked upon his face as he watched.
"So, you want to work for me, eh? With what, may I ask? How much of my life do you really know? I wouldn't be surprised that you know of my endeavors or anything else for that matter. If I can be totally honest, my shop is tidy and kept that way as well as very well stocked. So there is nothing you could do for me in that aspect. I have built my collection of potions and poultices over time and can work quite quickly on my own. But why would I need your help with this? Do you think I'd allow you to invade my home and privacy just for your unneeded help creating potions?" he stated, raising an eyebrow but keeping a smug look on his face. He was admired. Obviously his work with the college was a great endeavor and had earned him some points with this man. But he had left and now this man was suddenly completely interested in working with him. Amerald just needed a bit of time to adjust to the thought of that.
"So, you're persistent I take it? Your name would be nice, if I'm going to give you another minute of my time." he stated, still smiling contently and thinking about the fact that he had a willing apprentice.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 7:40 am
“Playing coy to the very end. I expected as much seeing as your secret could bring about doom for you if word ever got out. Your little shop holds much more than mere potions and you know full well that I am not requesting to assist you in making said potions either. Like myself, you know that every rumor spawns from some truth and that no rumor starts without someone having caught a glimpse, smell or hearing something. Seeing as this rumor is still fairly new, it has not yet had the proper time to become fabricated with time. I want to assist you with those lovely creatures you’ve manage the secret away”
He paused for a moment, wanting to get a good look at Ameralds face so that he could witness any change in his expression or even in change in the gaze of the mans eyes. The statement of the eyes being windows to the soul was much more accurate than people liked to give it credit for. Any, with some training could keep their facial features devoid of emotion. However, no one was able to carry the same affects with their eyes unless of course they were indeed a soulless animated husk which he strongly doubted Amerald was.
“You wish to have my name eh? Well, that can easily be arranged. I am Verchiel Corbet”
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 6:40 pm
Amerald simply looked off to the side and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Obviously this man knew much more than he had hoped. It was rather a struggle within Amerald, but he knew what needed to be done. If he was to continue his projects without interruption or this man telling the whole community that he was responsible for these illegal creatures from the rumors, he would definitely need to go ahead and allow this man to work for him. But what if he was bluffing. He could be working for the government. There was no certainty anymore in Amerald's mind.
"To be completely honest, I'm quite tired of all these accusations, Mr. Corbet. I've been told that I 'create creatures' before from random citizens roaming around the city. Just because the man of the rumors is supposedly from Nuan, who says that you aren't the man? Or what about that man over there? Huh? He looks like he would love fantasy, yes? I really have become quite fed up with the people who ask me this all the time. For all I know, they're the man or even woman from the rumors. I'm sorry, but I really do not know what I can give to you. If it's a complimentary potion you want, than please come by my shop sometime in the future. But until then, I do not believe we have much to discuss." he finished, beginning to scoot his way out of the booth.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:30 pm
Verchiel’s patience by now had grown thin and his silken gloved hand, slammed down onto the table, causing the whine glasses and anything else on it to shake and make soft tinkles. The thud had caused things to go silent and all eyes were on the two which had come to annoy the red head.
“Less you all have something to contribute to this discussion I highly suggest you continue on with your usual hustle and bustle.”
His voice was dangerously low and the tone that laced it left no room for one to argue. Without much of a wait, The Pub grew loud again with boisterous laughter, curses and the usual conversations that the shady characters of this place would have. It was now that his eyes returned their gaze upon Ameralds face and then he stare him directly in the eyes. The gaze was so intense; it seemed as if Verchiel were trying to peer into Ameralds very soul. The hand that had been slammed down on the table moments prior strummed its fingers against the wooden surface in a rather agitated fashion.
“I’m going to be frank with you Amerald. You’re beginning to piss me off with your little act of being coy. You know full well what I speak of and what I desire just as you are fully aware that someone, and that someone being me, knows that the rumors are true. I have been very upfront with you this entire time and it’s rather taxing that you can’t even do the same. Honestly, do I look like some member of the government? I am rather insulted to be honest. To be put in the same category as those insects who think they can dictate what is allowed to live and how they should come into existence like they are some immortal and omnipresent God to feared is the biggest insult I’ve ever had directed my way.
I never took you for one to act so rudely Amerald, especially when it came to an admirer. I am a proud supporter of your work and the break through that you’ve made. All I want to do is help bring these lovely beings into the world and insure that they have a fighting chance. Keeping them in hiding as you are doing will do them no good and rest assured they will die if this continues. The fact that they have been so hard to find has brought those uppity insects to contemplate doing raids on the homes of every single inhabitant in Aerr, Korr and Nuan. Let me help you Amerald. What have you got to lose? If I were to try and sell you out, I’d be in line to be executed for even associating with you. Go with your instinct Amerald. You know that my words hold truth.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:55 pm
Amerald quirked a brow when the man began to yell. He was irritable and Amerald could not in all his years understand why he was getting so angry. He slowly sat back down after the scene ended and took a few deep breaths.
"Well, you sure have a special aura about you, Mr. Corbet. Alright, come with me to my shop and we will discuss matters further. This is too public for me to discuss my dealings with you. Please, follow me. Oh...and grab that champagne." he stated as he slid out of the seat, wiping his clothing off as though it was dirty and then walking towards the door.
[[ Assuming you go with me. xD ]]
On his way home, Amerald was in complete and utter silence. He had wondered what went wrong to make this man suspect him and know all about his secret inner dealings. As he unlocked the door to his shop and let himself in, he lit some candles and closed the shop windows, now not allowing the moonlight to cascade down into his room.
"Mr. Corbet, you seem like a very spirited individual. You know what you want and you're determined to get it. I like that in a person. I'm glad that you find my work to be great and I have come to admire you for taking a stand. However, you do realize what you're asking of me, yes? You want to go against all that is 'right' within this world and create life. Play god. That is not something most people find appealing. But I am very interested in your reasonings.
Given some thought, I would not understand why you couldn't work for me. Passing on my work would be a great opportunity. You could possibly take over in my passing. That would definitely be an interesting idea, would it not? Now...I do have to know what exactly you know of my work before I make any definite answers. My instinct, as you said, does tell me that you are true to your word, but I am unsure of how much you have researched and studied my latest endeavors. What all do you know, exactly?"
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 2:48 pm
“I know that growing up, you graduated secondary school in Aerr's Science District and went off into college. Once there you worked with alchemy and science, like most, loving the different aspects that created the many medicines of our day and finding the answers to questions you've had been having for some time now. I know that you also went into many history classes, more for fun than for the degree. I know that you loved learning about all the different lands and people that made up the world in which we live.
During my research, I found that you took many, many different classes dealing with mythology and the creation of myths. Just as I did, you found so many different fascinating creatures that you wished were real, but sadly, weren't. Also like myself you took many mythology classes, though strayed from our loved subject, science. You kept doing both histories and sciences until you came to a sudden stop. If we have as much in common as I have come to guess, then I can surmise that you wanted these creatures so badly that you would stop at nothing to create one and I can gather that when you had learned of gene splicing in your science classes you took it to the extreme.
You left suddenly which indicates that you discovered the means of not only successfully splicing genes, but you found the secrets that I myself have failed at time and time again...well I've not failed but it's not been a full success. You have discovered the secrets of Azoth and have successfully created one of the creatures that caught your attention in those mythology classes. That creature must be the harpy. It would make perfect sense as it corresponds perfectly with the rumors that have circulated.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 11:16 pm
"So, you know a lot of my past. That is quite interesting. You have definitely proven yourself to be quite knowledgeable. I see that you will not give up. I also see that you have actually given this a lot of thought, yes? You really want to become an apprentice of mine? Well, you'll definitely have to work. I'm not going to make any special treatment for you because you look up to me, alright? I can guarantee that to you." he said, looking the man over now, walking around his alchemy shop.
He then decided to get a bit more information on the man he had just accepted as an apprentice. "You must show me respect, for I am your elder and your new boss. You must also do as I say, when I say it. Clear?
Now, I believe it's time to really get to know you. You know everything there is to know about me, but I believe it's my turn to get answers. Where do you live? It would be much easier if you lived here in Nuan just because I believe that we could see much more of each other. You, and only you, will have access to my basement with my equipment and research, understood? No parties, no friends, nothing. Also, this is of utmost importance. No one may know that you work for me in this manner. I will decide the owners of my creations and you may decide the owners of yours using my notes and guidance.
Now, shall we head down to the basement now? My girls are asleep, you may meet them in the morning. Tonight however, we shall work." the man had finished, walking into the hallway and down the hall towards his basement. What was down there? This man should soon find out.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:42 am
“Every action taken, every choice made, every dish prepared and every experiment executed is done with a great deal of thought and precision. It is a way of life for me and I’d no sooner change that. I just can’t bring myself to do something for the sake of doing it. It must be done with conviction. So yes, I have put a great deal of thought into this and yes I sincerely would enjoy being your apprentice.”
For a few moments, Verchiel grew silent as he wanted to be sure he heard any instructions or expectations Amerald had for him clearly. The requests and expectations were simple enough and easily do-able. With a curt nod of his head he looked Amerald square in the eyes before speaking once more.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. If I were not going to work, well there really would be no sense in me being here. If I were to receive special treatment for the sake of admiring you, then well you really wouldn’t be able to see my work for what it really is as special treatment most often divulges in letting ones subordinate slack off. As far as obeying you goes, it will be done. However, you should know that while you are my leader I will follow you loyally but I will not do so blindly. If there are any errors in calculations or something seems off I will bring it to your attention and question you on it to see if it is something you want. For all I know, you could intentionally be doing something for a certain outcome or you could have overlooked something.”
Just as before, he grew silent once again and listened to not only questions that Amerald had about himself, but a few more rules and regulations. It was when he finished that he took to answering those questions and commenting on the rules and regulations given.
“Yes, I in fact do live in Nuan. I would say that I live about five to ten minutes walking distance away from the establishment I had arranged for us to meet. You have more than likely seen my home as it is rather elaborate. There is a rather large living complex and I have purchased the living quarters on the very top floor and the one beneath it. While the one on the top floor seemingly has glass window everywhere, the living quarters beneath does not. In fact, those windows have been stained so that while those on the outside can only see the mural I have painted there one from inside has a clear view of the outside world. The second living quarter, after some renovating was done, serves as my laboratory.
Even I must admit that it is rather fancy for one such as I, but I do so enjoy having the lavish life because living in average and even meager conditions just doesn’t cut it for me. You don’t have to worry about me inviting friends or having parties because in all honesty one must have friends to do such things and two, I value work and the equipment involved far too much to just abuse and squander it away. Rest assured no one will know that I work for you. After all, I’m a jewelry maker, why would I associate myself with an outlaw?”
His last statement was filled with joking sarcasm and the snobbish look he had mustered on his face was outright hilarious. At the mention of meeting the girls later, he simply nodded in compliance but when Amerald made mention of them working this very minute caused his lips to curl into a broad smile.
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