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[28 Mar 2008|09:51am] |
April 3rd, year unknown, place unknown.
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Weather for today is a bit cloudy in the afternoon hours, temperatures in the high 70s dropping to mid-sixties as cloud cover progresses. Light showers will begin in the evening and continue sporadically through the night.
Today the mansion is calm, no additions or subtractions to the grounds. There are no anomalies present at the time being. The quarters that the new comers will occupy of course will be fitted to their needs and wants and have all their things within.
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| April 2nd: Talion Justice and OTA |
[28 Mar 2008|10:09pm] |
Who: OTA
When: After dark
Why: Arrival of Talion Justice
Rating: PG
Status: Open
A lone man on horseback slowly approached the mansion. The slowly broken trod of the horse could only barely hint at the exhaustion of both the beast and rider. Only the occasional stumble which bobbed the rider's head kept him from passing out. How long had he been riding? Couldn't remember any more, longer than any man should that much he knew. He had been told to ride East, past the known lands. He was to venture to some ... gathering house, to evaluate it and make sure stability and safety of the nations were maintained. Sounded simple enough, but he had long sense learned not to assume anything but the worst of any mission he was sent on. The Grand Tal was a brilliant, cunning, but manipulative man who answered to none. The Talion's were his pawns with which he fought to keep the known nations safe and stable. More than once Nolan had been manipulated and played by the Grand Tal, and Nolan hated the man for it. And Nolan hated the man even more for his convincing conviction and remorse for what he had to do with the Talions.
What was the angle on this mission? What was Nolan not yet seeing, but would be horribly revealed in time. He shook his head, didn't know, didn't care. He guided the steed back to the stables and cared for his horse. Always the horse first, then self. He splashed his face with water as he poured some for the horse. A little better, but not by that much. He groaned lightly patted his horse's neck. "Atta boy, now get some rest. The both of us." He turned and walked towards the mansion, pulling himself together. He was still ragged, more than ragged, from his long journey but he put his work face on. Exhaustion, fatigue, starving, dehydrated... it would be ignored until he could break down in private. This justice would not be seen vulnerable again. He pulled his dagger and sword from their saddle scabbard and fastened them to his belt. Then reached in and pulled a second dagger from his saddle back, his fingers brushing over it thoughtfully. It wasn't right, nothing was anymore. A deep sigh and he fought back all the emotions wanting to come up. It was too late, and he was too tired to deal with that now. Nolan tucked in the second dagger into his boot and made his way towards the mansion.
He rapped the heavy knocker against the great doors and stood back, waiting. The water he had splashed over his face only served to streak the dirt and dust that covered him. He looked down over his riding leathers and smirked. He was filthy. God he wanted, needed a bath, a shave, and to clean his gear. Then with fresh mind, to figure out what this place was and exactly why he was sent here. Another light flashed on in the mansion and he heard noises beyond the door. He rapped the knocker again and as he withdrew his hand looked at the great black skull tattoo on his palm, trying to decide if it should be hidden or not. Nothing had been said to him as such for this mission, and his leathers marked his position anyways. He was Talion Justice and would enter the place as such.
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