[Continues] Morcrux Campaign: Tale of Two Scales
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Jibril takes a stroll away from the streets ad returns to her hotel room to read her letter in private while she enjoy the silence and a nice morning breeze coming through her window. Pulling out the 7 letters she wants to read, she opens the door to her room - nobody else here, good - and closes the door and locking it behind her. She takes a seat by the window and opens it up to let in the air and use the morning sunlight to light up her room allowing her to read the letters.
The first letter is addressed to Jibril from a City Official, with some throwaway name that she skims over and reads further. Apparently she has formal contract to sign, reading over it takes a lot of time to read through that it delves into terms and conditions of her contract. But she doesn't understand what this- wait a minute ... she read them out of order. She sees that the contract is for her employment with the New Canaan Republic as ... a reco-rico-nna-is-sance? What the is "reconnaissance" officer?! She reads further as it details her responsibilities: reporting to Survey Corp liaison for recruitment orientation and basic training, following orders accordingly while maintaining appropriate attire and code of conduct. Orientation and training will take place for a two week period, all personnel of the Survey Crop are required to have a physical examination before deployment orders under a Surveyor Commander. It seesm this is a contract drawn up to give to Jibril if she's still intrested in joining the Corp. it seems.
The second letter is addressed to her from someone named Finnegan Morgan which is actually a translation of the Dwarven tongue by what is transcribed below and she reads the Leyon elven language she's been accustomed to to read further. Fiinegan is the Oxener herder that tended to the beasts. As she reads she sees that this was a insult letter as well as a thank you for keeping the beasts safe enough. Jibril expected this much after her blunder from sabotaging the caravan. Finny also stated that he took compensation for the damages and signs off saying he appreciate it if she doesn't meet him again after everything. No further association.
The third letter is another transcribed translation from a group of people put into several pages. It takes her awhile to read through them, but she sees that these are all short letters are from the refugees that survived from the caravans that made it through unscathed by the damage she and her group had caused. They were heartfelt gratitude letters for her saving their lives from the siege of Heifong with a few of them leaving a few pewter coins inside the envelop for her to have.
The fourth letter she opens is a translation from someone named Dennis Gannon, a city councilor and public arbiter (lawyer or public attorney) wishing to speak with Jibril regarding her condition and wishing to confess his interest in her case of criminal charges the city brought up in regards to government property damage and legal liability. Ignoring his request carries a penalty of 500 Silver Coins and she'll be sent to Blackgate prison to serve Hard Labor for 10 Years until the case is resolved and he has had time to go over her case in thorough detail and appeal the case and push for it to be dismissed. Uh oh.
The fifth letter is addressed to Jibril in the Canaanite language: English but translated into Leyfon for her convenience. It's a well disgusted letter that somehow went through without proofreading to see who it belongs to because she recognizes the name at the bottom: Garrett with the symbol of the Thieves Guild that she had learned in her years in Heifong. Garrett used double speak to get this letter through the transcription but she easily knows that he intends to meet with her at Shadow Cove where their hideout is and proposes a "career" in thievery, something Karlya might be interested in knowing about. Food for thought.
Lastly, the last letter from the Canaanites is a letter from Kane. It was medical form for Jibril to fill out regarding medical history and checkmark boxes of symptoms. He explains what they're for and what they intend to do with this information with several clauses for her to read over but her shorts them to a single line: "Just fill it out, save everyone from asking you the same questions one too many times" then Jibril is instructed to bring it with her when she meets Kane in person.
With all of the letters out of the way she goes to read Draco's letter ... she isn't going to like what he has to say.
Opening his letter, she reads through it, it's a strongly worded letter expressing how disappointed he was with her after going out of his way to recruit her and invested so much time and money to make her a valuable asset. He expressed serious doubts in her abilities as an asset to the NCR given her track record on the Silk Road and pushed the council to have her and her group expelled from the country. He did not wish for her death, as he explained, he felt there was enough death and carnage than there needed to be and having her in Scarlet Rose will only grow rougher tensions. He states that her exile from the country will satisfy him as punishments go, others of their company disagree with his assessment but he took a risk bring her along as a former Silvermane and thought she would be a valuable asset to the group ... something he was proven very wrong. As he continues, he put in a request with the Arbiter Association to open up criminal charges against Jibril and her group and he hopes they fulfill his request to have her exiled. Ending his letter, "do not make this more difficult than it is - Draco".
An hour and a half have passed and Jibril sits there thinking of what to do here
The first letter is addressed to Jibril from a City Official, with some throwaway name that she skims over and reads further. Apparently she has formal contract to sign, reading over it takes a lot of time to read through that it delves into terms and conditions of her contract. But she doesn't understand what this- wait a minute ... she read them out of order. She sees that the contract is for her employment with the New Canaan Republic as ... a reco-rico-nna-is-sance? What the is "reconnaissance" officer?! She reads further as it details her responsibilities: reporting to Survey Corp liaison for recruitment orientation and basic training, following orders accordingly while maintaining appropriate attire and code of conduct. Orientation and training will take place for a two week period, all personnel of the Survey Crop are required to have a physical examination before deployment orders under a Surveyor Commander. It seesm this is a contract drawn up to give to Jibril if she's still intrested in joining the Corp. it seems.
The second letter is addressed to her from someone named Finnegan Morgan which is actually a translation of the Dwarven tongue by what is transcribed below and she reads the Leyon elven language she's been accustomed to to read further. Fiinegan is the Oxener herder that tended to the beasts. As she reads she sees that this was a insult letter as well as a thank you for keeping the beasts safe enough. Jibril expected this much after her blunder from sabotaging the caravan. Finny also stated that he took compensation for the damages and signs off saying he appreciate it if she doesn't meet him again after everything. No further association.
The third letter is another transcribed translation from a group of people put into several pages. It takes her awhile to read through them, but she sees that these are all short letters are from the refugees that survived from the caravans that made it through unscathed by the damage she and her group had caused. They were heartfelt gratitude letters for her saving their lives from the siege of Heifong with a few of them leaving a few pewter coins inside the envelop for her to have.
The fourth letter she opens is a translation from someone named Dennis Gannon, a city councilor and public arbiter (lawyer or public attorney) wishing to speak with Jibril regarding her condition and wishing to confess his interest in her case of criminal charges the city brought up in regards to government property damage and legal liability. Ignoring his request carries a penalty of 500 Silver Coins and she'll be sent to Blackgate prison to serve Hard Labor for 10 Years until the case is resolved and he has had time to go over her case in thorough detail and appeal the case and push for it to be dismissed. Uh oh.
The fifth letter is addressed to Jibril in the Canaanite language: English but translated into Leyfon for her convenience. It's a well disgusted letter that somehow went through without proofreading to see who it belongs to because she recognizes the name at the bottom: Garrett with the symbol of the Thieves Guild that she had learned in her years in Heifong. Garrett used double speak to get this letter through the transcription but she easily knows that he intends to meet with her at Shadow Cove where their hideout is and proposes a "career" in thievery, something Karlya might be interested in knowing about. Food for thought.
Lastly, the last letter from the Canaanites is a letter from Kane. It was medical form for Jibril to fill out regarding medical history and checkmark boxes of symptoms. He explains what they're for and what they intend to do with this information with several clauses for her to read over but her shorts them to a single line: "Just fill it out, save everyone from asking you the same questions one too many times" then Jibril is instructed to bring it with her when she meets Kane in person.
With all of the letters out of the way she goes to read Draco's letter ... she isn't going to like what he has to say.
Opening his letter, she reads through it, it's a strongly worded letter expressing how disappointed he was with her after going out of his way to recruit her and invested so much time and money to make her a valuable asset. He expressed serious doubts in her abilities as an asset to the NCR given her track record on the Silk Road and pushed the council to have her and her group expelled from the country. He did not wish for her death, as he explained, he felt there was enough death and carnage than there needed to be and having her in Scarlet Rose will only grow rougher tensions. He states that her exile from the country will satisfy him as punishments go, others of their company disagree with his assessment but he took a risk bring her along as a former Silvermane and thought she would be a valuable asset to the group ... something he was proven very wrong. As he continues, he put in a request with the Arbiter Association to open up criminal charges against Jibril and her group and he hopes they fulfill his request to have her exiled. Ending his letter, "do not make this more difficult than it is - Draco".
An hour and a half have passed and Jibril sits there thinking of what to do here
Medical form is signed and Jibril puts her signature on the X's and just tries her best to figure out what kind of problems she and her parents had. Kind of a problem considering her father isn't around any more and she has long since heard from Medressa about her mom. She doesn't have siblings so she's ... all alone.
She doesn't dwell on it and folds up the paper forms and tucks them into the envelope it came in and tucks the forms into her bag. Seems if she wants to get through this unscathed, She'll need to face the music at some point.
But a public defender, that's unheard of. Usually crimes are the results of accusations and the judge just sentences people regardless of evidence of the crime itself. Corruption at its finest. She may need this Dennis to navigate this country's laws if she and her group are to live here. Best not tarry while it is still early.
Jibril finds directions to the office which happens to be located at the Ampitheater in Scarlet District and on the main street. Time to see a man about a case.
Jibril throws her gear on and sets off.
She doesn't dwell on it and folds up the paper forms and tucks them into the envelope it came in and tucks the forms into her bag. Seems if she wants to get through this unscathed, She'll need to face the music at some point.
But a public defender, that's unheard of. Usually crimes are the results of accusations and the judge just sentences people regardless of evidence of the crime itself. Corruption at its finest. She may need this Dennis to navigate this country's laws if she and her group are to live here. Best not tarry while it is still early.
Jibril finds directions to the office which happens to be located at the Ampitheater in Scarlet District and on the main street. Time to see a man about a case.
Jibril throws her gear on and sets off.
"Jibril ask people to help her find this attorney lawyer that he call himself which is a strange word she ever heard of but she gonna fix this mess she doesn't want to go too jail and not see her husband and kids for the next ten years i'll be missing so much of there live's
Jibril leaves her hotel and searches for this "Arbiter" Association in Scarlet District in hopes she finds this Gannon and put this case to rest.
Scarlet District, New Canaan
Time: 10:30am
Jibril is on the main boulevard she and her group came through to the Golden Laurel, but where is this office? Looking at the letter she had received with the address, she searches the signs around her looking for Paper Street. She sees the Red Queen Brothel where the letter gave her directions to. Following the landmarks, she sees a street back the way she came and turns into it to the Eastside Scarlet District.
East Scarlet District is a single district dedicated to a single massive landmark: The Ampitheater. A large colossal structure with the capacity to hold 50,000 people into four levels with six entrances through archways much like a clock face with a rooftop canopy tented with crimson fabric for shade. Inside, Jibril walks around to find that the Ampitheater is empty save for patrons who use this place as a meeting grounds. Rumors were overheard that this was where the Council meet and the Tribunal Judges come to render their verdicts on criminal cases. At the center of the structure is a raised platform for theater performers but has since changed to a council chambers with stone tables arranged around a single podium used for speeches. Before the council platform are two more podiums for Defendant and Prosecutor to state their cases during Tribunal.
Jibril leaves when she gets the directions to the Arbitration Association that she was looking for. Stepping back onto the streets she travels further east until she faced two three story buildings: NCR Jailhouse and the Association.
The Jailhouse is surrounded by barbed wire fences and wrought iron support beams in the vein of a Concentration Camp style with the ground beneath it made of pure concrete. On the pavement surrounding the Jailhouse were magical seals engraved into it with ink ones layering around the others. This is a triple layered defense against mages and spellcasters from entering or leaving the Jailhouse with the building having watchtowers in four corners guarded by five Militia guards at each post.
The Association building is a rotunda capped building marking it symbolically as the hall of justice for this country. It's sheer size is enough to note that the council takes pride in design and capacity than flashy spacious forms and gaudy statues used by the Romans in another universe. Jibril takes the large fleet of stairs up to and through the archways of the building to the marble interior with many faces coming and going. All these people wore white flowing robes with red sashes while others wore tightly made dress suits in black and white exclusively. It seems they are adopting a business attire one would expect in a company in modern day.
As Jibril looks for the receptionist desk she is greeted by five different people wearing the white robes and red sashes worn like belts securing their waists and/or draped over their shoulders like some form of rank. When Jibril asked a lowly receptionist where to find Dennis Gannon showing the letter, another snatches the letter from the receptionist and looks at it. The one with a red sash draped over his shoulders takes the letter and directs Jibril to follow him.
Following the fellow closely behind him, Jibril passes several glass windows where rooms were occupied by chairs one both sides and filing cabinets and other decorative things she's never seen before. These were Arbitration chambers for discussing cases with the Arbiters from either Prosecution or Defense. Taking the stairs to the next level up, they turn down a hallway and make another turn to the catwalk above the lobby and stop at the door at the very end of the building with a blurred glass door with "Dennis Gannon Director of Arbitration, Arbiter Association" stenciled onto it.
"Wait right here" the man stated, going inside the office.
Jibril stands around and awaits as instructed by them. She's nervous to be here but it is amazing to see how advanced the Canaanites are compared to the other cities she's been to. Before she can really let this whole place sink in, the man exits the office and directs Jibril inside. The man takes his leave with a bow and walks away with manilla envelopes with him.
Jibril steps inside with a large glass stained window before her of the Agriculture District and the spectacular view of the ocean and Shadow Cove mountain ranges. Before her sat a young man in a blue Magnifica Academy mages robe writing on paper with a feathered quill using an inkwell behind a large ebony wood desk and a grand rug below. Jibril looks to the two black leather sofas and the coffee table at the center of the room and takes a seat while she waits.
When she closes the door, the blonde haired young man raised his head, removes his glasses and drops everything he's doing and sets everything aside to greet her. Strolling over to Jibril, he shakes her hand (an odd gesture) then gestures the sofa behind her as they sat.
"Thank you for coming, Jibril" Gannon says, assuring her of his friendliness. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions about the criminal charges placed against you right now. But please don't worry yourself too much. It is my job to ensure that I fight for your behalf and get your case dismissed. As your Arbiter, I'm given authority to be your personal council and anything spoken here is just between us. As your confidante, if you say you've done it or not, then whether I agree or disagree, I must go forward in my defense for you. As a confidential agreement, by signing the disclosure form, we can get started immediately and address the charges. For my safety and as well as yours, I need this form signed for liability assurance"
"You've lost me" Jibril replied.
"Right, I forget this is all completely abnormal outside of the country" Gannon taps the table figuring out how best to explain this, he goes with: "Signing the paper, you agree to let me talk for you and since I'm versed in our laws, you agree that I am to represent your interests. Right or wrong, I must defend you during your case. This agreement is also a a failsafe for Arbiters like myself to accept responsibility for our clients. Should we misrepresent our clients, we face the same charges as our defendants for severe crimes such as the death penalty or receive heavy fines for lesser crimes. We, of course, are paid by the country's government so any financial benefit or bribery is frowned upon. Our liability, or safety net for risk, is having a form saying we both understand why you are here and why you want an Arbiter to represent your case. I'm agreeing to risk my life to save yours, essentially, without anyone worrying about corruption."
"Sounds complicated" Jibril breathlessly thinking how often he has to say something like that to everyone else.
Gannon hands Jibril the forms to sign, she does so quickly and sets them to the side and Gannon reads through and sighs in relief. He drops the smiles and pleasantries and gives her a serious business stare.
"The charges for you are grim, Jibril, over 30 counts of vehicle manslaughter, a single count of 1st degree murder and thousands of coins in government property damage. The Tertiary City Council has raised the severity of your case, they're pushing for the death penalty and seizing any assets you may have to recoup the losses."
Scarlet District, New Canaan
Time: 10:30am
Jibril is on the main boulevard she and her group came through to the Golden Laurel, but where is this office? Looking at the letter she had received with the address, she searches the signs around her looking for Paper Street. She sees the Red Queen Brothel where the letter gave her directions to. Following the landmarks, she sees a street back the way she came and turns into it to the Eastside Scarlet District.
East Scarlet District is a single district dedicated to a single massive landmark: The Ampitheater. A large colossal structure with the capacity to hold 50,000 people into four levels with six entrances through archways much like a clock face with a rooftop canopy tented with crimson fabric for shade. Inside, Jibril walks around to find that the Ampitheater is empty save for patrons who use this place as a meeting grounds. Rumors were overheard that this was where the Council meet and the Tribunal Judges come to render their verdicts on criminal cases. At the center of the structure is a raised platform for theater performers but has since changed to a council chambers with stone tables arranged around a single podium used for speeches. Before the council platform are two more podiums for Defendant and Prosecutor to state their cases during Tribunal.
Jibril leaves when she gets the directions to the Arbitration Association that she was looking for. Stepping back onto the streets she travels further east until she faced two three story buildings: NCR Jailhouse and the Association.
The Jailhouse is surrounded by barbed wire fences and wrought iron support beams in the vein of a Concentration Camp style with the ground beneath it made of pure concrete. On the pavement surrounding the Jailhouse were magical seals engraved into it with ink ones layering around the others. This is a triple layered defense against mages and spellcasters from entering or leaving the Jailhouse with the building having watchtowers in four corners guarded by five Militia guards at each post.
The Association building is a rotunda capped building marking it symbolically as the hall of justice for this country. It's sheer size is enough to note that the council takes pride in design and capacity than flashy spacious forms and gaudy statues used by the Romans in another universe. Jibril takes the large fleet of stairs up to and through the archways of the building to the marble interior with many faces coming and going. All these people wore white flowing robes with red sashes while others wore tightly made dress suits in black and white exclusively. It seems they are adopting a business attire one would expect in a company in modern day.
As Jibril looks for the receptionist desk she is greeted by five different people wearing the white robes and red sashes worn like belts securing their waists and/or draped over their shoulders like some form of rank. When Jibril asked a lowly receptionist where to find Dennis Gannon showing the letter, another snatches the letter from the receptionist and looks at it. The one with a red sash draped over his shoulders takes the letter and directs Jibril to follow him.
Following the fellow closely behind him, Jibril passes several glass windows where rooms were occupied by chairs one both sides and filing cabinets and other decorative things she's never seen before. These were Arbitration chambers for discussing cases with the Arbiters from either Prosecution or Defense. Taking the stairs to the next level up, they turn down a hallway and make another turn to the catwalk above the lobby and stop at the door at the very end of the building with a blurred glass door with "Dennis Gannon Director of Arbitration, Arbiter Association" stenciled onto it.
"Wait right here" the man stated, going inside the office.
Jibril stands around and awaits as instructed by them. She's nervous to be here but it is amazing to see how advanced the Canaanites are compared to the other cities she's been to. Before she can really let this whole place sink in, the man exits the office and directs Jibril inside. The man takes his leave with a bow and walks away with manilla envelopes with him.
Jibril steps inside with a large glass stained window before her of the Agriculture District and the spectacular view of the ocean and Shadow Cove mountain ranges. Before her sat a young man in a blue Magnifica Academy mages robe writing on paper with a feathered quill using an inkwell behind a large ebony wood desk and a grand rug below. Jibril looks to the two black leather sofas and the coffee table at the center of the room and takes a seat while she waits.
When she closes the door, the blonde haired young man raised his head, removes his glasses and drops everything he's doing and sets everything aside to greet her. Strolling over to Jibril, he shakes her hand (an odd gesture) then gestures the sofa behind her as they sat.
"Thank you for coming, Jibril" Gannon says, assuring her of his friendliness. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions about the criminal charges placed against you right now. But please don't worry yourself too much. It is my job to ensure that I fight for your behalf and get your case dismissed. As your Arbiter, I'm given authority to be your personal council and anything spoken here is just between us. As your confidante, if you say you've done it or not, then whether I agree or disagree, I must go forward in my defense for you. As a confidential agreement, by signing the disclosure form, we can get started immediately and address the charges. For my safety and as well as yours, I need this form signed for liability assurance"
"You've lost me" Jibril replied.
"Right, I forget this is all completely abnormal outside of the country" Gannon taps the table figuring out how best to explain this, he goes with: "Signing the paper, you agree to let me talk for you and since I'm versed in our laws, you agree that I am to represent your interests. Right or wrong, I must defend you during your case. This agreement is also a a failsafe for Arbiters like myself to accept responsibility for our clients. Should we misrepresent our clients, we face the same charges as our defendants for severe crimes such as the death penalty or receive heavy fines for lesser crimes. We, of course, are paid by the country's government so any financial benefit or bribery is frowned upon. Our liability, or safety net for risk, is having a form saying we both understand why you are here and why you want an Arbiter to represent your case. I'm agreeing to risk my life to save yours, essentially, without anyone worrying about corruption."
"Sounds complicated" Jibril breathlessly thinking how often he has to say something like that to everyone else.
Gannon hands Jibril the forms to sign, she does so quickly and sets them to the side and Gannon reads through and sighs in relief. He drops the smiles and pleasantries and gives her a serious business stare.
"The charges for you are grim, Jibril, over 30 counts of vehicle manslaughter, a single count of 1st degree murder and thousands of coins in government property damage. The Tertiary City Council has raised the severity of your case, they're pushing for the death penalty and seizing any assets you may have to recoup the losses."
"Jibril well to bad for them i don't have any asset's and it's not like i wanted to do those thing's there was something that affected my mind that convince me that i thought it was real that it rewind time but by the time i figured out the truth it was already to late those action i made will stick with me for the rest of my life
"I see. How did you know you were affected?"
"As I said, I was under the impression that time had restarted. It wasn't until a friend of mine told us that he had been feeding magic to a relic we were transporting."
"Relic?"
"An unholy relic, that Kane asked me to bring here"
When she says his name, he gestures her to stop. Gannon hovered over the table for a moment before returning to his questions.
"Did he say what for?"
"No, I can't say"
"Anything else?"
"Unfortunately, I'm bond by my word to secrecy"
"Damn him!"
Gannon slams his fist onto the table. He sat down when Jibril stared at him, he composed himself.
"So you came here to start over, that's what you're going with?"
"Yes"
"Right, the way I see it, you're a scapegoat"
Gannon answers, "The one to take the fall if something were to happen to the relic, as it would seem. You were under deress when you made an error on impaired judgement from magical influences. Such a thing is hard to prove but fortunately we have evidence of that."
"You do?"
"We have the relic you're referring to, and we allowed a specialist come to examine it. If I'm correct, you should be infused with magical ectoplasm"
Gannon reaches into his pocket to pull out a compass but it start ticking quickly and loudly as he moved it closer to her. He was pleased to see that she in fact was hot with activity.
"What is that?"
"Specter Compass" He answered, "icon on the face are different creature's and this determines what kind by pointing the needle to the icon."
Gannon watches the compass and his eyes widened then covers his mouth.
"As I said, I was under the impression that time had restarted. It wasn't until a friend of mine told us that he had been feeding magic to a relic we were transporting."
"Relic?"
"An unholy relic, that Kane asked me to bring here"
When she says his name, he gestures her to stop. Gannon hovered over the table for a moment before returning to his questions.
"Did he say what for?"
"No, I can't say"
"Anything else?"
"Unfortunately, I'm bond by my word to secrecy"
"Damn him!"
Gannon slams his fist onto the table. He sat down when Jibril stared at him, he composed himself.
"So you came here to start over, that's what you're going with?"
"Yes"
"Right, the way I see it, you're a scapegoat"
Gannon answers, "The one to take the fall if something were to happen to the relic, as it would seem. You were under deress when you made an error on impaired judgement from magical influences. Such a thing is hard to prove but fortunately we have evidence of that."
"You do?"
"We have the relic you're referring to, and we allowed a specialist come to examine it. If I'm correct, you should be infused with magical ectoplasm"
Gannon reaches into his pocket to pull out a compass but it start ticking quickly and loudly as he moved it closer to her. He was pleased to see that she in fact was hot with activity.
"What is that?"
"Specter Compass" He answered, "icon on the face are different creature's and this determines what kind by pointing the needle to the icon."
Gannon watches the compass and his eyes widened then covers his mouth.
Gannon looks to Jibril and closes his compass. "Another of his plans. Can you wait a moment?"
"Uh, sure?" Jibril says unsure what's going on.
Gannon goes over to his desk and pulls out a large shard of crystal and blows on it to make it glow. It was a medium sized Seer Stone by the way it activated by his breath and when he spoke the name of Kane, there's a connection linked between this crystal and one Kane must've possessed. Because Gannon spoke directly to Kane.
"Kane, it's Dennis. Get your ass over here!"
"What? Why?! I'm busy here!"
"That 'special client' you asked me to see is here with me right now. Either you get down to the office or I'm getting the holy water!!"
"By Dominus, I'll be there! Give me jus-"
*BOOM!*
Gannon and Jibril run towards the window and they see a large mushroom cloud just rising from the coastal beach with water surging straight upward.
"What the nine hell's was that!?"
There was a portal that opens up from the glass window and Kane steps through blackened from head to toe in black powdery soot and ash. Gannon turns to see Kane's hair being on fire, Kane not very pleased with the call.
"You interrupted my installation of our artillery batteries" Kane groans, "What's wrong now?"
"When were you going to tell me she's God-Touched as well!?"
"Because I didn't?"
"What? Bullshit, you knew!"
"I'm just as shocked as you hearing this from you. I just sent her to you to get this case Draco and Survey Corp made settled."
Jibril sat quietly, listening to all of this.
"Uh, sure?" Jibril says unsure what's going on.
Gannon goes over to his desk and pulls out a large shard of crystal and blows on it to make it glow. It was a medium sized Seer Stone by the way it activated by his breath and when he spoke the name of Kane, there's a connection linked between this crystal and one Kane must've possessed. Because Gannon spoke directly to Kane.
"Kane, it's Dennis. Get your ass over here!"
"What? Why?! I'm busy here!"
"That 'special client' you asked me to see is here with me right now. Either you get down to the office or I'm getting the holy water!!"
"By Dominus, I'll be there! Give me jus-"
*BOOM!*
Gannon and Jibril run towards the window and they see a large mushroom cloud just rising from the coastal beach with water surging straight upward.
"What the nine hell's was that!?"
There was a portal that opens up from the glass window and Kane steps through blackened from head to toe in black powdery soot and ash. Gannon turns to see Kane's hair being on fire, Kane not very pleased with the call.
"You interrupted my installation of our artillery batteries" Kane groans, "What's wrong now?"
"When were you going to tell me she's God-Touched as well!?"
"Because I didn't?"
"What? Bullshit, you knew!"
"I'm just as shocked as you hearing this from you. I just sent her to you to get this case Draco and Survey Corp made settled."
Jibril sat quietly, listening to all of this.
Kane and Gannon turn to Jibril when she spoke up. Kane snaps his fingers and he removes the shredded up clothes and soot. Black goo sticks to his body then reverts into a pair of olive cargo pants tucked into a pair of combat boots and donned a white cotton t-shirt. Gannon wasn't even remotely phased by this sudden change of appearances. It may be that Gannon is aware that Kane is no mere mortal?
"You're just like Dennis here" Kane says thumb pointing to Gannon.
"I thought I was the only one who was!"
"But what does that even mean?!"
"We have two working theories" Kane answered, "Mine is that you're a prophet meant to do something that's particular to your God or Gods."
"I said that God-Touched were chosen by the gods to gift superior magic or very powerful affinity for spells."
"We only know that Dennis is the only one to be exceptionally gifted with restoration and divinity magic. The first time I touched him, he nearly scorched my hand off!"
"God-Touched also have immunities and special skills. Apparently mine was immunity to Kane's bullshit"
"Getting off topic" Kane quips, "That's all that he and I know. Unless the Temple of Light or Church of the Illuminous One has had further insight, you're gonna need to look for the answer yourself."
Kane turns to Dennis: "Can I go now? I'm not supposed to impose on Arbitration since I'm Tribunal Judge."
"So you have no idea what this means, at all?"
"Nope"
"And this relic she's going on about?"
"Wanted to learn Necromancy, found someone who did, found someone else that can help me. This girl found the relic, the relic was supposed to come to me, things didn't work out according to plan, managed to rip a undead goddess into the physical world, got her to teach me or rather give me her ability to do Necromancy. Your job is making it look like the jewel was entirely cursed and getting Jibril off the hook."
"You just admitted to practicing Necromancy"
"I did, but it's for a good cause"
"I'm getting the holy water!"
Gannon storms over the cabinet drawer of his desk.
"You're just like Dennis here" Kane says thumb pointing to Gannon.
"I thought I was the only one who was!"
"But what does that even mean?!"
"We have two working theories" Kane answered, "Mine is that you're a prophet meant to do something that's particular to your God or Gods."
"I said that God-Touched were chosen by the gods to gift superior magic or very powerful affinity for spells."
"We only know that Dennis is the only one to be exceptionally gifted with restoration and divinity magic. The first time I touched him, he nearly scorched my hand off!"
"God-Touched also have immunities and special skills. Apparently mine was immunity to Kane's bullshit"
"Getting off topic" Kane quips, "That's all that he and I know. Unless the Temple of Light or Church of the Illuminous One has had further insight, you're gonna need to look for the answer yourself."
Kane turns to Dennis: "Can I go now? I'm not supposed to impose on Arbitration since I'm Tribunal Judge."
"So you have no idea what this means, at all?"
"Nope"
"And this relic she's going on about?"
"Wanted to learn Necromancy, found someone who did, found someone else that can help me. This girl found the relic, the relic was supposed to come to me, things didn't work out according to plan, managed to rip a undead goddess into the physical world, got her to teach me or rather give me her ability to do Necromancy. Your job is making it look like the jewel was entirely cursed and getting Jibril off the hook."
"You just admitted to practicing Necromancy"
"I did, but it's for a good cause"
"I'm getting the holy water!"
Gannon storms over the cabinet drawer of his desk.
Gannon pulls out a .44 magnum and three round bottom vials with a crucifix on the glass. Gannon stuffs his pockets with shells and dabs the vial on the revolver causing it to glow blue then shifting to a very bright white. Kane tucks his hands I to his pockets.
"That's right" Gannon tosses Jibril a vial, "Take that. Kane knew Necromancy is forbidden AND taboo in New Canaan before he set foot in my home town!"
"Technically it wasn't in the city" Kane admits.
"It's Necromancy!" Gannon said, loading the Magnum. "You had the survey corp bring up charges against her group when it was YOU that put them in that predicament in the first place!"
"We had a deal" Kane replies, hiding behind the sofa. "The relic for the husband's life. It was either that or her soul"
"We both know you could have done it Pro Bono" Gannon said locking the chamber in place. "You're trying to turn over a new leaf? Better start getting charitable."
"I regret nothing" Kane answers.
"Can you not fool around with kane right now with whatever weird relationship you have for each other?!" Jibril yells.
Kane reaches into his pocket and tosses her a Marker but this time it was completely red and glowing white fluid bubbling inside the gem.
"Consider your Marker fulfilled" Kane answered.
Kane walks over to Gannon's desk and writes on a form he removes with Gannon narrowing his eye at him tapping his gun on his hip. Kane reads then signs the form and hands it to Gannon and he too signs the form. Kane snatches up the form and hands it to Jibril.
"One Presidential Pardon" Kane answered, "Present this when you go before the Tribunal Court. It's all a formality but they still want you to attend the proceedings as if you were going to be charged. Don't lose it"
Jibril snatches up the form and reads through it. She looks up very confused.
"That's it? This is all I had to do?!"
"You did me a favor, I repaid it back by removing the charges. Besides, Draco is a softie and the refugees were ... collateral damage ... wrong place at the wrong time. The Marker will remain in it's state until you present it to me to make your wish."
"Was this not it?"
"Nope, I don't work like that" Kane answered, "I tend to under promise and over perform. I don't waste time on small wishes like true love or more money. It's gotta be big, really big! Like liberating a city from a corrupt lord! You still got that pink vial Mellow gave you back in Russel and an active Marker. If you think of something you want, let me know but it not every day a god owes you a favor ... think long and hard about what that is"
Gannon pipes up: "Are you done?"
Kane: "Maybe?"
Kane looks to Jibril, wondering if she has anything else to add.
"That's right" Gannon tosses Jibril a vial, "Take that. Kane knew Necromancy is forbidden AND taboo in New Canaan before he set foot in my home town!"
"Technically it wasn't in the city" Kane admits.
"It's Necromancy!" Gannon said, loading the Magnum. "You had the survey corp bring up charges against her group when it was YOU that put them in that predicament in the first place!"
"We had a deal" Kane replies, hiding behind the sofa. "The relic for the husband's life. It was either that or her soul"
"We both know you could have done it Pro Bono" Gannon said locking the chamber in place. "You're trying to turn over a new leaf? Better start getting charitable."
"I regret nothing" Kane answers.
"Can you not fool around with kane right now with whatever weird relationship you have for each other?!" Jibril yells.
Kane reaches into his pocket and tosses her a Marker but this time it was completely red and glowing white fluid bubbling inside the gem.
"Consider your Marker fulfilled" Kane answered.
Kane walks over to Gannon's desk and writes on a form he removes with Gannon narrowing his eye at him tapping his gun on his hip. Kane reads then signs the form and hands it to Gannon and he too signs the form. Kane snatches up the form and hands it to Jibril.
"One Presidential Pardon" Kane answered, "Present this when you go before the Tribunal Court. It's all a formality but they still want you to attend the proceedings as if you were going to be charged. Don't lose it"
Jibril snatches up the form and reads through it. She looks up very confused.
"That's it? This is all I had to do?!"
"You did me a favor, I repaid it back by removing the charges. Besides, Draco is a softie and the refugees were ... collateral damage ... wrong place at the wrong time. The Marker will remain in it's state until you present it to me to make your wish."
"Was this not it?"
"Nope, I don't work like that" Kane answered, "I tend to under promise and over perform. I don't waste time on small wishes like true love or more money. It's gotta be big, really big! Like liberating a city from a corrupt lord! You still got that pink vial Mellow gave you back in Russel and an active Marker. If you think of something you want, let me know but it not every day a god owes you a favor ... think long and hard about what that is"
Gannon pipes up: "Are you done?"
Kane: "Maybe?"
Kane looks to Jibril, wondering if she has anything else to add.
"Oh" Kane says, taking the manilla envelope from Jibril's hands. He opens it and looks it over. Gannon waits patiently before going on a rampage.
"Right. I'm still going to need you to come to the hospital later this evening for a physical examination and gather some samples from you"
"Samples?"
"Blood, urine, ejaculation, venom toxicology screening and menstrual skin tissue"
"Why?"
"Part of the process" Kane answers, rolling up the manilla envelope into his boot then tying it with his laces. "We have blood donations for patients suffering from blood loss, organ transfers to replace damaged ones, enough pregnancy tests and I've just developed a paternity test to determine who is and is not the father of children. A good gynaecologist exam to check your lady parts are still working and not damaged, also good to check for sexually transmitted diseases.
... And I'm very curious about your body and genes."
"Right. I'm still going to need you to come to the hospital later this evening for a physical examination and gather some samples from you"
"Samples?"
"Blood, urine, ejaculation, venom toxicology screening and menstrual skin tissue"
"Why?"
"Part of the process" Kane answers, rolling up the manilla envelope into his boot then tying it with his laces. "We have blood donations for patients suffering from blood loss, organ transfers to replace damaged ones, enough pregnancy tests and I've just developed a paternity test to determine who is and is not the father of children. A good gynaecologist exam to check your lady parts are still working and not damaged, also good to check for sexually transmitted diseases.
... And I'm very curious about your body and genes."
"Jibril everything you said sound sooo creepy coming out of your mouth right now shit there are thing's that i don't even understand what your saying and there are three things am not gonna give you and that's ejaculation,venom,and my menstrual skin tissue whatever that is
"Kane" Gannon grinds his teeth.
"All right, all right" Kane says to the impatient Gannon. Turns back to Jibril: "Just come by later tonight and ask for me. I'm gonna be late getting in ..."
Kane looks to Gannon then looks further back and sees a fiery red head woman with yellow slit eyes and wearing a pair of low-cut denim jeans and metallic high heels that are very unnatural much like the gauntlets she wears on her arms. This woman taps the stiletto spiked heel when Kane looks over. He groans deeply.
"I just can't win today, am I?" Kane says to himself, "Rivi, I'll be out shortly."
"You better" the woman growls.
"Fuck me, this was not what I needed today" Kane says under his breath.
Kane looks to Jibril: "You better get going. I'll explain later."
"All right, all right" Kane says to the impatient Gannon. Turns back to Jibril: "Just come by later tonight and ask for me. I'm gonna be late getting in ..."
Kane looks to Gannon then looks further back and sees a fiery red head woman with yellow slit eyes and wearing a pair of low-cut denim jeans and metallic high heels that are very unnatural much like the gauntlets she wears on her arms. This woman taps the stiletto spiked heel when Kane looks over. He groans deeply.
"I just can't win today, am I?" Kane says to himself, "Rivi, I'll be out shortly."
"You better" the woman growls.
"Fuck me, this was not what I needed today" Kane says under his breath.
Kane looks to Jibril: "You better get going. I'll explain later."
"Ms. Jibril, as your representative for the court, I ask that you don't talk to people about your case or lose your pardon neither. If the prosecutor that's looking for as much evidence to put on your case gets more details about the job. Pardon or no, Necromancy is forbidden, you'll be lynched if anyone gets wind of this!"
"You're kidding me, right?"
"There's enough trouble keeping the peace as it is. As far as any one knows, you were possessed by a demon which is technically true by a relic of unknown make or origin.
Do Not Bring Up Undead or Necromancy"
Jibril nods acknowledge the advice of her counselor. Gannon hoists up his magnum with Kane staring at it.
"Because of the nature of this case, it's best if I go in your place to tell the court to move the case to Thursday (Day 4) where your companions will face their part of the trial. Be sure to keep the pardon if all of you are to be freed of all the charges. In the meantime, Kane will be facing punishment for breaking a deal we made about bringing more trouble to our city. We can discuss the aftermath of the Tribunal Court tomorrow morning and what we need to proceed."
"Got it" Jibril answered, taking her leave.
Gannon aims his revolver at Kane and pulls the trigger. The loud bang resonates throughout the office, Kane's chest ripples as the spring loaded she'll bounces off him but leaves a deep blunt force mark on his chest that burns away his skin exposing the black seams if his dark aura coating his body. Jibril watched closely as the single shot caused Kane to recoil in severe pain as he collapse to his knees despite the non-lethal she'll bouncing off him. Gannon fires off another shot that scorched his hand like it was dissolving in acid.
Apparently he's very weak against Holy Magic and Holy relics ... Good to know.
Jibril leaves with this but if knowledge and departs before they continue fuming and throwing insults.
Jibril leaves the Association with her Pardon Document and tucks it away in her backpack and makes for the Broken Fist Tavern to find Karlya. They both cause use a drink after this maddening visit.
What's Jibril's first impression of the two "friends"?
"You're kidding me, right?"
"There's enough trouble keeping the peace as it is. As far as any one knows, you were possessed by a demon which is technically true by a relic of unknown make or origin.
Do Not Bring Up Undead or Necromancy"
Jibril nods acknowledge the advice of her counselor. Gannon hoists up his magnum with Kane staring at it.
"Because of the nature of this case, it's best if I go in your place to tell the court to move the case to Thursday (Day 4) where your companions will face their part of the trial. Be sure to keep the pardon if all of you are to be freed of all the charges. In the meantime, Kane will be facing punishment for breaking a deal we made about bringing more trouble to our city. We can discuss the aftermath of the Tribunal Court tomorrow morning and what we need to proceed."
"Got it" Jibril answered, taking her leave.
Gannon aims his revolver at Kane and pulls the trigger. The loud bang resonates throughout the office, Kane's chest ripples as the spring loaded she'll bounces off him but leaves a deep blunt force mark on his chest that burns away his skin exposing the black seams if his dark aura coating his body. Jibril watched closely as the single shot caused Kane to recoil in severe pain as he collapse to his knees despite the non-lethal she'll bouncing off him. Gannon fires off another shot that scorched his hand like it was dissolving in acid.
Apparently he's very weak against Holy Magic and Holy relics ... Good to know.
Jibril leaves with this but if knowledge and departs before they continue fuming and throwing insults.
Jibril leaves the Association with her Pardon Document and tucks it away in her backpack and makes for the Broken Fist Tavern to find Karlya. They both cause use a drink after this maddening visit.
What's Jibril's first impression of the two "friends"?
"Jibril is surprise that kane and gannon are friends to the point they treat each other like that without any repercussion she sigh this is gonna be a annoying day when the trail come's let's hope spending time with karlya will relax me but actually i should ask her to spar with me since i've been mostly sleeping i might also ask her something if i win and beat her in a fight just thinking about it is getting me excited
[Kane and Dennis Gannon: Origin
The exact nature of these two individuals dates back to three years ago when Kane was a hermit living from a cave in complete self-isolation. It was upon discovering Kane that Gannon decided to recruit him to teach Dennis the "science" behind his exceptionally well rounded knowledge of Alchemy. This bond formed from their travels to Fjornia's Academy of Magnifica for Gifted Mages and further established after a year of magical training. A novice mage, Gannon learned from his instructors. But Kane, on the other hand, was more interested in broadening his understanding of the entire world and the creatures within it. This obsession with seeking knowledge grew and their misadventures brought them to Daedran's Wrath and subsequently: Scarlet Rose. After the discovery (perhaps rediscovery in Kane's case) of gunpowder did the Wrath transform into the modern age city-state it is seen today. A year has passed since the founding of this country's history, new allies and alliances were formed from this discovery which has lead to the creation of many miracles and wonders. Many of which have been coveted by outsiders seeking to plunder from the sacred wealth of the city. In its infancy, New Canaan is in a constant state of fragility and discourse that it is a wonder how the city remains untouched by the outside world beyond it's borders.
With Gannon representing the voice of the city's natives and Kane being the face of progressive thinking and driving the people forward. A delicate balance must be maintained, so the two faces of the country are often at odds as to what the future holds for themselves as well as the people in their care.]
Jibril takes the main boulevard and arrives at the Broken Fist Tavern and the large establishment. Walking in, she's greeted by the rough housing of drunken patrons reeking of hard booze and laughs of merrymaking inside. The interior is a spacious room with the bar facing west towards a lower section where tables and chairs rested filled with brawlers duking it out with a crowd watching and waging bets on fighters. The bar area is more tame with stools barely filled aside from Karlya who sat alone with a large stein in her hand with frothing foam on her mouth obviously red rosy from too much consumption of hard liquor. The barman: Mickie, polishes off mugs and cleaning them in soapy water and stacked them upside down when he looks over and sees Jibril walking through.
Mickie: "What can I get ya?"
The exact nature of these two individuals dates back to three years ago when Kane was a hermit living from a cave in complete self-isolation. It was upon discovering Kane that Gannon decided to recruit him to teach Dennis the "science" behind his exceptionally well rounded knowledge of Alchemy. This bond formed from their travels to Fjornia's Academy of Magnifica for Gifted Mages and further established after a year of magical training. A novice mage, Gannon learned from his instructors. But Kane, on the other hand, was more interested in broadening his understanding of the entire world and the creatures within it. This obsession with seeking knowledge grew and their misadventures brought them to Daedran's Wrath and subsequently: Scarlet Rose. After the discovery (perhaps rediscovery in Kane's case) of gunpowder did the Wrath transform into the modern age city-state it is seen today. A year has passed since the founding of this country's history, new allies and alliances were formed from this discovery which has lead to the creation of many miracles and wonders. Many of which have been coveted by outsiders seeking to plunder from the sacred wealth of the city. In its infancy, New Canaan is in a constant state of fragility and discourse that it is a wonder how the city remains untouched by the outside world beyond it's borders.
With Gannon representing the voice of the city's natives and Kane being the face of progressive thinking and driving the people forward. A delicate balance must be maintained, so the two faces of the country are often at odds as to what the future holds for themselves as well as the people in their care.]
Jibril takes the main boulevard and arrives at the Broken Fist Tavern and the large establishment. Walking in, she's greeted by the rough housing of drunken patrons reeking of hard booze and laughs of merrymaking inside. The interior is a spacious room with the bar facing west towards a lower section where tables and chairs rested filled with brawlers duking it out with a crowd watching and waging bets on fighters. The bar area is more tame with stools barely filled aside from Karlya who sat alone with a large stein in her hand with frothing foam on her mouth obviously red rosy from too much consumption of hard liquor. The barman: Mickie, polishes off mugs and cleaning them in soapy water and stacked them upside down when he looks over and sees Jibril walking through.
Mickie: "What can I get ya?"
"Jibril a large stein of water only she told the barkeep send to the table where karlya is she then walk's off to her table going to wake karlya up. hope she doesn't try to attack me in whatever her mood is now she gently put her hand's on her
Jibril sauntering over to the drunken Karlya stewing at the end of the bar. She gently grabs her by the shoulder and bracing herself for the fist that will surely come her way. Karlya whips around and throws a fist, Jibril catches it and looks dismayed by something.
"Hi"
"Jibril, it's you ... I wasn't expecting you to be up"
"It's been a very tiring week for me. Came by to see you" Jibril takes the empty seat next to her, "How've you been? Looks like you had a few"
"The booze here is fantastic" Karlya says with a wide toothy smile, "I haven't been this smashed in years! They're making pure alcohol made from potatoes and corn!! Can you believe that?!"
"Yeah, you're hitting the bottle hard"
"Pffff at least I can get drunk here, not like the swill they serve in Heifong. We should have moved here ages ago, I coulda made a fortune selling this stuff to the pirates."
Karlya muses over her stein when Mickie comes over and hands Jibril hers filled with distilled water which was the purest she's tasted and the taste was refreshing.
"I was thinking about the training"
"Oi you wanna do womanly chores and be the stay at home wife, that's your choice. I'm here to drink and figure out how this trial thing is gonna go down"
"You heard about that?"
"Why you think I'm here?" She says in a stupor, "Arbiters got all of us looking to get out of this mess we're in because of that fecken relic. Was a bad idea going back for it. How'd ya talk me into this mess I'll never know. Still rightly pissed at ya but I reckon we're in the same boat now. Might as well get shit faced until the sailors come home"
"Hi"
"Jibril, it's you ... I wasn't expecting you to be up"
"It's been a very tiring week for me. Came by to see you" Jibril takes the empty seat next to her, "How've you been? Looks like you had a few"
"The booze here is fantastic" Karlya says with a wide toothy smile, "I haven't been this smashed in years! They're making pure alcohol made from potatoes and corn!! Can you believe that?!"
"Yeah, you're hitting the bottle hard"
"Pffff at least I can get drunk here, not like the swill they serve in Heifong. We should have moved here ages ago, I coulda made a fortune selling this stuff to the pirates."
Karlya muses over her stein when Mickie comes over and hands Jibril hers filled with distilled water which was the purest she's tasted and the taste was refreshing.
"I was thinking about the training"
"Oi you wanna do womanly chores and be the stay at home wife, that's your choice. I'm here to drink and figure out how this trial thing is gonna go down"
"You heard about that?"
"Why you think I'm here?" She says in a stupor, "Arbiters got all of us looking to get out of this mess we're in because of that fecken relic. Was a bad idea going back for it. How'd ya talk me into this mess I'll never know. Still rightly pissed at ya but I reckon we're in the same boat now. Might as well get shit faced until the sailors come home"
"Jibril she give karlya her large stein water she talk to pretending to be sad bummer today i thought you were free if your to busy i could always look for someone else to spar with me since i've been sleeping for a week i was worried since i could be getting rusty in my hand to hand combat buuuuuuut if you don't want to i'll just leave she looked back at karlya to see if she was interested in what she said
Karlya perked up when she heard Jibril wanting to fight her. She takes a big swig from Jibril's stein and noticed she was drinking water.
"You looking to get yourself a baetting?" Karlya smirked, cranking her knuckles with one hand. "We can go right fuckin' now if ya wantin' to tussle with a pirate, lass!"
"You looking to get yourself a baetting?" Karlya smirked, cranking her knuckles with one hand. "We can go right fuckin' now if ya wantin' to tussle with a pirate, lass!"
Karlya seems very interested in this idea of Jibril's. She slides their steins down the bar and turns in her stool to face squarely to Jibril.
"What did ya have in mind, lass?" Karlya crossed her arms with a smirk. "Be your friend? Be there to clean up after your messes? Come on, out with it then!"
"What did ya have in mind, lass?" Karlya crossed her arms with a smirk. "Be your friend? Be there to clean up after your messes? Come on, out with it then!"
"Fuck it, deal. But I get you to do me a favor if I win" Karlya proposed, "You gotta get that Marlo to agree to take me out on a date"