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The Cantina / Re: The Skies have no Limit
« on: May 03, 2014, 12:47:56 pm »
--Vyshtorg, outside Slava's guildhall--
The guildhall stands like a palace hidden amongst the crowded buildings, the only open area nearby being the courtyard in front. On the rooftop of a building bordering the courtyard are Gareth and Michael. Gareth looks through a spyglass, scanning the great guildhall.
Michael
"I thought we were only supposed to make a move on that Zankief guy's orders."
Gareth
"Hold your horses, I know. Just a bit of recon."
Gareth flicks the spyglass to a stronger setting and focuses on the grand open double doors.
Gareth
"Looks like there's just one way in."
Michael
"Yup, all the guildhalls are like that. One way in, one way out. Easier to guard from thieves."
Gareth
"Or Yeshans."
Michael
"If the Yeshans were stupid enough to attack openly, definitely. But I really don't think they're gonna go in guns-a-blazing. This is a covert operation. They'll be using stealth. Go in silently, kill the upper crust, supplant them quickly and subtly enough to avid open confrontation from the populace."
Gareth lowers the spyglass and looks at Michael.
Michael
"It's what I'd do."
Gareth
"Did the side of your brain get burned up with your face?"
Michael ignores that and points at the courtyard.
Michael
"Who's that?"
Gareth raises his spyglass again. In the courtyard a man in long flowing clothes and laden with jewellery walks out of the guildhall, flanked by a few servants and bodyguards.
Gareth
"I think that's the man himself, Slava. Where does he fit into this, do you think?"
Michael
"Well, if he was so paranoid about being spied on, I think he knows something."
Gareth
"You think he's with the Deer and Tiger?"
Michael
"It's not impossible."
--Courtyard--
Meanwhile, Lyre and Zardis are sitting on a bench by the courtyard's fountain. Lyre notices Slava exit the guildhall.
Lyre
"Who's that man. Looks important."
Zardis
"Slava. He practically runs Vyshtorg. His guildhall would be the most logical place to usurp the guild. And I have a sneaking suspicion he won't do that much to stop it."
Lyre
"What makes you say that?"
Zardis
"Slava has a certain reputation for being a bit closer to the Empire than most Merchants would approve of. And it's known that he's a personal friend of the Deer."
Both of them quickly shut their mouths as Slava passes within earshot, only continuing when he's away again.
Zardis
"In fact, the more I think about it, the more I'm certain he's in on it."
Lyre
"We need more to go on than that, though."
Zardis
"How about this. In a few days Slava's hosting a mass conference in his guildhall. Every worthwhile name in Vyshtorg will be present."
Lyre
"How do you know this?"
Zardis
"Just some snooping. Anyway, pay attention. The nature of the conference hasn't been stated, when it usually is in such cases. What an opportunity for the Yeshans to take out half the Guild's aristocracy."
Lyre
"Alright, so let me get this straight. We're going to be fighting Yeshans, to save the Guild, all the while one of the Guild's most powerful Merchants tries to stop us."
Zardis
"Don't say it won't be fun."
The guildhall stands like a palace hidden amongst the crowded buildings, the only open area nearby being the courtyard in front. On the rooftop of a building bordering the courtyard are Gareth and Michael. Gareth looks through a spyglass, scanning the great guildhall.
Michael
"I thought we were only supposed to make a move on that Zankief guy's orders."
Gareth
"Hold your horses, I know. Just a bit of recon."
Gareth flicks the spyglass to a stronger setting and focuses on the grand open double doors.
Gareth
"Looks like there's just one way in."
Michael
"Yup, all the guildhalls are like that. One way in, one way out. Easier to guard from thieves."
Gareth
"Or Yeshans."
Michael
"If the Yeshans were stupid enough to attack openly, definitely. But I really don't think they're gonna go in guns-a-blazing. This is a covert operation. They'll be using stealth. Go in silently, kill the upper crust, supplant them quickly and subtly enough to avid open confrontation from the populace."
Gareth lowers the spyglass and looks at Michael.
Michael
"It's what I'd do."
Gareth
"Did the side of your brain get burned up with your face?"
Michael ignores that and points at the courtyard.
Michael
"Who's that?"
Gareth raises his spyglass again. In the courtyard a man in long flowing clothes and laden with jewellery walks out of the guildhall, flanked by a few servants and bodyguards.
Gareth
"I think that's the man himself, Slava. Where does he fit into this, do you think?"
Michael
"Well, if he was so paranoid about being spied on, I think he knows something."
Gareth
"You think he's with the Deer and Tiger?"
Michael
"It's not impossible."
--Courtyard--
Meanwhile, Lyre and Zardis are sitting on a bench by the courtyard's fountain. Lyre notices Slava exit the guildhall.
Lyre
"Who's that man. Looks important."
Zardis
"Slava. He practically runs Vyshtorg. His guildhall would be the most logical place to usurp the guild. And I have a sneaking suspicion he won't do that much to stop it."
Lyre
"What makes you say that?"
Zardis
"Slava has a certain reputation for being a bit closer to the Empire than most Merchants would approve of. And it's known that he's a personal friend of the Deer."
Both of them quickly shut their mouths as Slava passes within earshot, only continuing when he's away again.
Zardis
"In fact, the more I think about it, the more I'm certain he's in on it."
Lyre
"We need more to go on than that, though."
Zardis
"How about this. In a few days Slava's hosting a mass conference in his guildhall. Every worthwhile name in Vyshtorg will be present."
Lyre
"How do you know this?"
Zardis
"Just some snooping. Anyway, pay attention. The nature of the conference hasn't been stated, when it usually is in such cases. What an opportunity for the Yeshans to take out half the Guild's aristocracy."
Lyre
"Alright, so let me get this straight. We're going to be fighting Yeshans, to save the Guild, all the while one of the Guild's most powerful Merchants tries to stop us."
Zardis
"Don't say it won't be fun."