Cordelia Chase (
allaboutme) wrote in
knightsoflegend2016-04-22 09:40 am
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london ♔ the turning tides are coming from you

♬ empty threat - CHVRCHES
WHO || Cordelia, Alec, Val'drin, The Doctor, Kate, Phineas [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights investigate a man named Estavan, whose Trade Consortium is linked to a series of mysterious attacks
WHERE || Estavan's Estate, London suburbs
WHEN || April 12th [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.
The Knights have spent a couple of years now attempting to trace the source of a series of mysterious deliveries of crates to local businesses that contained monsters, marked 'PTC'. They learned last year that PTC is a Trade Consortium, run by a man named Estavan, but that there was some kind of internal conflict between the Executive Officer and other partners, who were attempting to wrest control of the Consortium from him and might be sending the crates to customer who were remaining loyal to him. Estavan has refused to meet with the Knights, and so Wynn has decided the Knights must take this into their own hands, and is sending a force to infiltrate his Estate while he is out of it. Hopefully, they can find some paperwork that will help get to the root of the problem. The isolated home is surrounded by a 12 foot high iron fence, which they know to be electrified, and the area is quiet as they approach.

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as kate steps forward, cordelia behind her, the runes on the double doors begin to glow, softly at first, then with more intensity. a line of brilliant white light appears between the two doors, starting in the center and spreading toward both the floor and ceiling simultaneously. when the line of light fills the crack between the doors, there is an audible click as though a lock were disengaging and then the doors swing wide. blinding light spills forth from the open doorway, and it is impossible to see what lies beyond the portal. then, a tall figure appears in the midst of the light, a silhouette of muted gray against a canvas of pure, featureless illumination.
"Oh good," a booming, pleasant voice proclaims, "you made it. I thought I might be late, but I can see that I'm right on time. But where are my manners? Please, feel free to call me Estavan."
the figure who steps out is powerfully built, and wears an impeccable suit - but his race is decidedly not human. the doors swing shut behind the ogre, sealing with a crackle of energy. "I hurried back as soon as I heard what was happening."
cordelia looks him over, unable to really hide how gross she finds him. ]
You're Estavan?
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She lowers her weapon slightly, but she's not putting it away either until she can determine more about the situation (sense motive nat 20).]
You were expecting us?
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What are they after in the house?
[She doubts they would have gone through the trouble of so thoroughly searching through everything if they were just looking to claim a business - they would have probably just killed Estavan.]
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Damn right you do. We fought a dragon.
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We can handle that. Where is the warehouse?
[And having a trade consortium owe them a favor definitely seems like it would be a good thing to have in your back pocket.]
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I take it we'll know when it's over?
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cordy doesn't look eager for that day to come either, so she starts back towards the door ] Great. Then let's make like Bullwinkle and vamoose already.
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