<@Dreol> [Buda, Hungary, April 13th 2:00 AM, 1262] <@Dreol> [Last time, Rolf went out hunting with Klaud. They found a werewolf and questioned him, receiving the information that Lambach Ruthven has at least 1000 kindred with him, and also a note written in some sort of ancient script. Anstace and Varyn went with Cecilia to look at Varyn's work and Anstace found a new old shield and agreed to pose for a painting, and Eliana and Moriel read books. Now Rolf has just returned from his hunt, note in hand, and Varyn and Anstace have just emerged into the great hall once again, where Moriel and Eliana are enjoying(?) their evening and having a light snack of not-quite-fresh blood. Jurgen is seated at the head of the room and is currently not talking to anybody. So everyone is conveniently in the same place at the same time with nothing pressing to do!] <@Dreol> [Well except for Rolf. Rolf has lots of pressing to do.] <@Dreol> [Begin.] 06* Eliana is there, and she looks pissed, which is pretty normal for her. But a girl's gotta drink, so that's what she's doing. Angrily. Somehow. 06* Varyn is smiling sweetly. "You made a very.. interesting.. offer Anstace, please let me consider it. I do not want to give my promise too lightly on this matter." 06* Moriel took the goblet that was handed to him and is sipping it absent-mindedly. He seems preoccupied, but hasn't yet gotten to the stage of restless finger-tapping. 06* Rolf won the hunting contest by hunting the most dangerous game: werwylf. He stomps his way into the great hall, eyes Eliana, and says, loudly, "Eliana, I need you to read somethin'." 06* Anstace looks at Varyn with unblinking eyes. "if you are not inspired, how will others be?" 06* Eliana looks up at Rolf and sets her goblet on the table so hard that it echoes through the room. "What is it?" Her voice is unnecessarily hard. 06* Rolf holds up a piece of paper. HE FOUND IT. He closes the distance with her and puts it down, firmly, before setting his hands to either side of it, leaning over, and growling lowly, "I found it on a lupine who was chased away from Ruthven's place by an army of kindred." 06* Moriel comes back from wherever he was lost in thought to give Eliana a concerned look. And then to give Rolf an astonished one. 06* Eliana 's eyes widen, and they turn immediately to the paper. Well, he kinda gave it to us instead of dying, but, uh, that's like finding it. We found him, he had it. 06* Moriel 's eyes flash from the paper to Rolf. "Is he all right?" He'll live. He didn't want to spend any more time with 'wyrmkin' than it took him to stumble around like a fool. 06* Moriel grimaces and nods. you have my conditions, Varyn. let me know your decision and i will let Cecilia know if i will submit to be painted 06* Varyn nods. "Of course..." He was watching Rolf right now. 06* Eliana ignores them, focusing entirely on the document in front of her. <@Dreol> [After some time of looking over the paper, Eliana realizes that it is written in an ancient script used by the Tzimisce during the first century B.C. It has its roots in the eastern languages, but was modified heavily to keep it from being read. She remembers, specifically, that there were some samples of that script in the research her and Moriel were doing earlier. She could almost definitely crack the script, but it would take time. Probably around 3 months of studying.] 06* Eliana doesn't look up from the paper when she says, "I can't read this." 06* Moriel looks back at Eliana in some surprise. "Can you tell what it is?" 06* Anstace turns her head to look at Eliana. "why not?" 06* Rolf growls a little lowly for a moment, then says, "Gathering an army like that to summer... I can't think of much good he'd be doing with it." And if we mighta gone in there and talked before... we won't be able to now. 01 It's an ancient Tzimisce script. how ancient? 01 Thirteen hundred years. 06* Moriel nods at Rolf, frowning, before turning back to Eliana. His eyebrows climb. 01 I think I can decipher it through its root languages, though that will take at best three months. 06* Anstace moves closer. "really." she walks over next to Eliana. "may i have a look?" 06* Eliana moves aside so Anstace can see it. She pushes her goblet farther from the letter. 06* Varyn stays back, this isn't his area of expertise. 06* Rolf groans a little. Then after a moment, he asks, "If this is Tzimisce, then his army's pry all Tzimisce." 06* Moriel says dryly, "That will be fun." 01 A pity there are still so many in existence. 06* Anstace taps her finger on the document. "interesting. it is definitely Tzimisce, and it is similar to the way they hid things when i came across them regularly, but it seems to be one that they developed after Carthage fell." 06* Anstace looks up. "though it does seem similar to a script that they often used when trading with the Followers of Set," she adds thoughtfully. 06* Eliana nods, glancing at Rolf. 06* Moriel murmurs, "Perhaps Prince Jurgen's prisoner could elucidate." Prisoner? 01 The Tzimisce in the dungeon. 06* Rolf growls a little. "Followers of Set haven't been doin' much. I wouldn't really like it if this was a call to ally with Carthage." 06* Eliana nods. "Agreed." 01 We'd best question him when he becomes available. I attempted earlier and was told I need Count Jurgen's express permission. Maybe an army'll get some permission through his head. or we just go It would likely be best to ask. 06* Anstace nods. <@Dreol> [Jurgen is currently unoccupied. He has just finished talking to one of his Nosferatu guests.] 06* Varyn is staying on the outside of the group, unsure what he could offer at the moment. 06* Eliana glances at Jurgen. "Very well." She picks up the letter and walks swiftly up to Count Jurgen. 06* Anstace watches Eliana long enough to figure out where she is headed and follows quickly behind. 06* Moriel stays where he is. He doesn't want any part in this interrogation. <@Dreol> [Jurgen looks up as Eliana approaches, but doesn't say anything.] 01 We request your permission to question the Tzimisce prisoner. <@Dreol> [He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Regarding what, Miss Casale?"] 01 A prophecy and this letter of invitation. 06* Eliana hands the letter over. <@Dreol> [Jurgen looks at it and shrugs. "I cannot read this, would you care to explain what it is?"] 06* Eliana nods. "We cannot read it, either. It was found on a lupine Rolf hunted earlier tonight. He had gotten it from a member of Lambach Ruthven's army." <@Dreol> [Jurgen nods and hands the letter back. "Well you have my permission to question the prisoner, as long as you do not kill him."] is that the only rule? 06* Eliana takes the letter back. At Anstace's question, she snorts. <@Dreol> [Jurgen shrugs. "Use common sense. We still need him to be useful."] 06* Anstace glances at Eliana and then returns her gaze to Jurgen as he speaks. she nods. 06* Eliana turns and walks back, just as briskly. "We have permission," she tells Rolf. 06* Anstace follows. 06* Varyn watches them go, obviously debating a bit, but is hanging back. 06* Rolf nods slightly and says, "Let's find out how much more in trouble our plan is." 06* Eliana nods to Rolf. 06* Eliana heads out to the dungeons, then. 06* Moriel stays where he is some more, not saying anything. <@Dreol> [The guard leads you down into the dungeon and into a side room with a thick iron door. He unlocks it and pulls it open. It scrapes with a hideous sound against the stone floor. Inside, there is a thin man curled up in a corner. He is dressed in shredded remnants of fine clothing. He looks incredibly pale. Almost stark white. He looks up and, with some effort, scowls at the guard before the guard shuts the door behind all of you. "Let me know when you're done."] <@Dreol> (By "you" I mean, "Eliana, Rolf, and Anstace") <@Dreol> [The man in the corner looks up. "Who are you? What do you want?"] who we are does not really matter. what we want, however, is much more relevant 06* Rolf continues growling. He does it a lot. <@Dreol> [Session End.]