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Re: Avarice (NorthernCross) GMed by Takimaru
Even for the brief period of contact that their lips met, Robin could feel the maid's initial surprise at her touch, a feeling that quickly turned to one of surrender, with the girl's shoulders slumping and her body language revealing itself to be quite receptive to the momentary display of affection. Leala flashed her a vulnerable look, her breath simply taken away by the simple gesture, and seemed to be dazed for a moment, having nothing to say until Robin made her own farewell and headed for the exit. Hurriedly, the redhead rushed over and opened the door for the departing noble, bowing politely. "P... Please do," was all that she said as the disguised woman took her leave.
Once downstairs, Robin would find Lord Hodrim having just exited from one of the rooms, wearing a crimson velvet robe, matching scarf, and holding a pipe in his left hand. His hair and moustache were well-groomed, as always, in spite of their inherent bushiness, and he greeted the adventurer with a nod and a grin. "I trust you slept well? Hopefully Leala didn't give you too much trouble, ho ho..." He chuckled at his own comment before making a small gesture with his hand for her to follow. "Come now, I'll have a guard show him to you, yes? Best get a good look at him. He's been in a mood most foul as of late, as you might imagine, but luckily for us the full moon is still a few days away. Considerably easier to restrain in his usual state, at least," said the man as he guided Robin to the front doors, which were opened for the pair by one of the maids standing by. A guard clad in lamellar armor waited outside, dutifully waiting until the lord addressed him directly.
"This is Sir Robin Neudaiz, and he will be looking to resolve my most recent of troubles. Take him to the old mansion to see Colten, will you?"
"Yes, my lord," replied the sentry, bowing his head in turn.
The moustachioed aristocrat then turned back to the duelist and gave his parting offer for now. "Well, best of luck now. I certainly appreciate your help with this... dilemma, but should you succeed, believe me, I'll make it worth your while! Now, just a small bit of change for your traveling expenses, and just a bit of... relevant information, that you ought to know." Reaching into his robe, he produced an envelope with an ornate, red wax seal, as well as a pouch of coins and dropped them both into Robin's hands. "The sooner, the better, yes? Afterwards, we can all have a nice drink by the fire and laugh about this later. Take care now, my good man." Placing his pipe back into his mouth, he slowly turned back into the comfort of his manor, his pace slow and deliberate.
The solemn-looking soldier made brief eye contact with Robin, giving a nod and motioning for her to follow. Remaining tight-lipped all throughout the walk, he was clearly possessed of good discipline, which was no doubt a valuable asset especially when it came to dealing with issues like these. The two made their way down the hill, through extremely well-kept gardens and the like, until they reached the property of the older mansion to the south. They may as well have entered through some kind of portal with the dramatic change in scenery, as it went from blooming shrubs and perfectly cornered hedges to twisted, gnarled bushes, all manner of vines and creepers running rampant throughout the stone structures--the ones that could still be recognized--and numerous cracks in the stone walkway they treaded upon.
When they reached the ominous-looking entrance, the stern-faced guard opened the large double doors, which creaked loudly as they slowly swung to the side. This mansion was eerily similar to the one Robin had just departed from, almost a mirror image of it in its own right, like something from a parallel universe in which the Hodrim estate was overtaken and left to rot, abandoned save for the ghosts of its past.
The interior wasn't much different, and signs of a struggle could be seen along the floor, the walls... just about everywhere. Hodrim's nephew seems to have done quite a number on the property last time he broke free, from the looks of it. Once the man led Robin to the basement, which luckily was a fairly straight shot behind the main stairs, he stopped in front of another set of doors--made from steel, and looking as though they had been freshly installed, from the condition that the metal was in. Another guard was waiting here, dressed and armed similarly, except he had a very nervous disposition about him, a slight facial tic causing his features to scrunch ever so slightly should she look carefully.
"W-W-Who's that?" questioned the sheepish one, giving Robin a somewhat suspicious, yet frightened look.
"He's employed by the lord, and on his orders is to see the one inside," was all his cohort said in response.
With that, the skittish man nodded and pushed aside the primary bolt, as well as unlocking several locks on the steel door, then yanked it open, which caused a very defined clang to echo throughout the entire house. He poked his head inside and stuttered, "C-C-C-Colten... y-y-you've got a visitor," before jerking backwards as if to avoid an impending attack, then looking to Robin fearfully and motioning for her to enter.
Inside, the basement was, as expected, in complete disarray. Splintered pieces of wood lay strewn about the room, as well as the clean bones of a sheep or two--it was difficult to tell, as the remains were hardly in one piece. Various sorts of rubbish were littered everywhere as well, and a man, dressed in rags, or dirty remainders of what might have been rich clothing at one point, sat in the corner, his head bowed, an elbow propped up on one knee. Slowly lifting his eyes to meet those of the newcomer, his dirty face took on a sour look. "Heh... it figures my uncle would send someone like you to come figure me out. Or are you here to finally take care of his dirty business and end it all? Just tell me what you want, already."
Robin acquired:
Robin Neudaiz: HP = 82, PP = 41, EP = 39, Status = Fine
Even for the brief period of contact that their lips met, Robin could feel the maid's initial surprise at her touch, a feeling that quickly turned to one of surrender, with the girl's shoulders slumping and her body language revealing itself to be quite receptive to the momentary display of affection. Leala flashed her a vulnerable look, her breath simply taken away by the simple gesture, and seemed to be dazed for a moment, having nothing to say until Robin made her own farewell and headed for the exit. Hurriedly, the redhead rushed over and opened the door for the departing noble, bowing politely. "P... Please do," was all that she said as the disguised woman took her leave.
Once downstairs, Robin would find Lord Hodrim having just exited from one of the rooms, wearing a crimson velvet robe, matching scarf, and holding a pipe in his left hand. His hair and moustache were well-groomed, as always, in spite of their inherent bushiness, and he greeted the adventurer with a nod and a grin. "I trust you slept well? Hopefully Leala didn't give you too much trouble, ho ho..." He chuckled at his own comment before making a small gesture with his hand for her to follow. "Come now, I'll have a guard show him to you, yes? Best get a good look at him. He's been in a mood most foul as of late, as you might imagine, but luckily for us the full moon is still a few days away. Considerably easier to restrain in his usual state, at least," said the man as he guided Robin to the front doors, which were opened for the pair by one of the maids standing by. A guard clad in lamellar armor waited outside, dutifully waiting until the lord addressed him directly.
"This is Sir Robin Neudaiz, and he will be looking to resolve my most recent of troubles. Take him to the old mansion to see Colten, will you?"
"Yes, my lord," replied the sentry, bowing his head in turn.
The moustachioed aristocrat then turned back to the duelist and gave his parting offer for now. "Well, best of luck now. I certainly appreciate your help with this... dilemma, but should you succeed, believe me, I'll make it worth your while! Now, just a small bit of change for your traveling expenses, and just a bit of... relevant information, that you ought to know." Reaching into his robe, he produced an envelope with an ornate, red wax seal, as well as a pouch of coins and dropped them both into Robin's hands. "The sooner, the better, yes? Afterwards, we can all have a nice drink by the fire and laugh about this later. Take care now, my good man." Placing his pipe back into his mouth, he slowly turned back into the comfort of his manor, his pace slow and deliberate.
The solemn-looking soldier made brief eye contact with Robin, giving a nod and motioning for her to follow. Remaining tight-lipped all throughout the walk, he was clearly possessed of good discipline, which was no doubt a valuable asset especially when it came to dealing with issues like these. The two made their way down the hill, through extremely well-kept gardens and the like, until they reached the property of the older mansion to the south. They may as well have entered through some kind of portal with the dramatic change in scenery, as it went from blooming shrubs and perfectly cornered hedges to twisted, gnarled bushes, all manner of vines and creepers running rampant throughout the stone structures--the ones that could still be recognized--and numerous cracks in the stone walkway they treaded upon.
When they reached the ominous-looking entrance, the stern-faced guard opened the large double doors, which creaked loudly as they slowly swung to the side. This mansion was eerily similar to the one Robin had just departed from, almost a mirror image of it in its own right, like something from a parallel universe in which the Hodrim estate was overtaken and left to rot, abandoned save for the ghosts of its past.
The interior wasn't much different, and signs of a struggle could be seen along the floor, the walls... just about everywhere. Hodrim's nephew seems to have done quite a number on the property last time he broke free, from the looks of it. Once the man led Robin to the basement, which luckily was a fairly straight shot behind the main stairs, he stopped in front of another set of doors--made from steel, and looking as though they had been freshly installed, from the condition that the metal was in. Another guard was waiting here, dressed and armed similarly, except he had a very nervous disposition about him, a slight facial tic causing his features to scrunch ever so slightly should she look carefully.
"W-W-Who's that?" questioned the sheepish one, giving Robin a somewhat suspicious, yet frightened look.
"He's employed by the lord, and on his orders is to see the one inside," was all his cohort said in response.
With that, the skittish man nodded and pushed aside the primary bolt, as well as unlocking several locks on the steel door, then yanked it open, which caused a very defined clang to echo throughout the entire house. He poked his head inside and stuttered, "C-C-C-Colten... y-y-you've got a visitor," before jerking backwards as if to avoid an impending attack, then looking to Robin fearfully and motioning for her to enter.
Inside, the basement was, as expected, in complete disarray. Splintered pieces of wood lay strewn about the room, as well as the clean bones of a sheep or two--it was difficult to tell, as the remains were hardly in one piece. Various sorts of rubbish were littered everywhere as well, and a man, dressed in rags, or dirty remainders of what might have been rich clothing at one point, sat in the corner, his head bowed, an elbow propped up on one knee. Slowly lifting his eyes to meet those of the newcomer, his dirty face took on a sour look. "Heh... it figures my uncle would send someone like you to come figure me out. Or are you here to finally take care of his dirty business and end it all? Just tell me what you want, already."
Robin acquired:
Envelope from Lord Hodrim
50 Denarii
50 Denarii
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