[D6 EA] The Great Big Terrible Roundtable

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Better and better, maybe this won't be so bad...

He gave the dhampir bounty hunter the faintest of nods in response.

[Mysti]

The illithid sitting at the table was a massive distraction. Granted, Mysti had been living in Sigil long enough to both accept and ignore the massive diversity of species living in the city. But some creatures had always been foes to her. Including illithids. Therefore it was hard to resist her instinctive desire to reach for a weapon.

At least until she finally realized Cyprian was sitting there. The throwing knife that she had been twirling a moment ago 'thunked' into the wooden table. The ghostly frown she had arrived with turned into a feral smirk as she pulled the knife out of the table.

"Cyprian," she purred in this languid, sultry way. "Fancy seeing you here."

Was it a purr? Or a growl. 'Thunk.' The knife was buried into the wood a second time.

[Cyprian Kircheis]

Cyprian for his part had missed her entrance. She'd always been a stealthy little minx. The metallic thud got his attention and he nearly fell over from surprise when he saw her. After all a pissed off Mysti was always a fearsome sight to him. "Mysti!" He said hoarsely, "Small plane!" He found himself looking for the exits. "Are you- are you also here because of the murders?"

[Thaddeus]

Again, Thaddeus came into the room, this time rolling a cart laden with various pitchers, carafes, and drinking vessels. This time, Cornelius accompanied him, riding atop the cart like a pirate captain heading for open seas. "We've got fresh squeezed juices, fresh brewed coffee, spirits, and wine. Personally, this time of day, I like to mix a little coffee with some spirits. Gives me a boost from the mornin' while setting the right tone for the afterpeak."

Thad leaves the cart against the wall and pours himself a steaming mug of coffee and tops it off with a healthy pour of brandy from an exotic looking bottle. "So, who's thirsty?"

[Mysti]

Mysti once more tugged the knife out of the table at which point it disappeared from the palm of her hand. Most likely into a wrist sheath of some kind.

She had been balancing the chair on its back legs, but she moved her weight forward slightly, the front two legs hitting the floor with a loud 'thwak.'

"I'm not entirely sure," Mysti said, responding to Cyprian's question about why she was here. "A page delivered a letter to me earlier which said I should come here. So - here I am."

Purr. Purr. At least her voice wasn't as growley as before. But she still purred. Of course Cyprian would know she always seemed to have a "purr" in her voice.

"Perhaps you can explain to me what this is all about, hmm? And who is behind this summons?"

Mysti silently rose from her chair and meandered slowly over to the cart of food. Her eyes skimmed over the selections, her arms folded across her chest. However, after a minute or so of simply observing, she decided on a single slice of bread, realizing she wasn't as hungry as she thought she was. As she poured herself a glass of wine, she gave Thaddeus a studious look.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Mysti asked Thaddeus as she demurely sipped her wine. "You seem - familiar to me."

[Cyprian Kircheis]

He pulled himself together as the vehemence in her voice abated. Then walked with her to the carts. Unlike her he grabbed some coffee and fixed it up right. Somehow it helped him calm down a little more. "This is Thaddeus, a fellow bard and a true gentleman. Thaddeus this is Mysti Ghostshadow, a fellow expat from Midgard."

He sips his coffee.

"As for the summons. Well I imagine it might have been little Illi." He'll points out Illiam'iira. "She's been rather industrious in pulling all of us here to discuss the... incidents that have been making waves across Sigil."

He leans in and whispers softly. "Might we talk later? I feel we have some... unfinished business to discuss?"

[L'Orr-hui]

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''L'Orr-hui'' they corrected while observing the crew and giving a nod ofrecognition to those they knew ''It may seem like a small thing but the remains of my name holds importance to me, Lady Illiamm'iira''

[Whisper]

"Illi I don't particularly mind, but why are we here?" Whisper asked. "This isn't a surprise party for Quev or something, is it? Those boards suggest it isn't, but I don't think we're all on whatever page you are."

[Thaddeus]

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Thaddeus nods approvingly to the lady's choice in beverages. "We don't know each other 'cause I'm sure I'd remember you; however, you may have seen me last night if you attended our celebrations. I had the honor of being the master of ceremonies. Made a rather memorable opening if I may say so... at least S.I.G.I.S. said so." He adds with a wink.

At the mention of the board, Thaddeus beckons for Cyprian and Mysti to join him as he walks over. Taking the occasional sip from his mug, he picks up a piece of chalk and starts to jot down some notes of his own.

Who?	What?	Where?	Why?	How?
Murderers: Rilmani/Cuprilach Murdered: Spellslinger's Apprentice	Book - Arcane Tome?	Sigil Suicide Alley	"The Balance"	???

As he writes he recounts the events he's aware of. "Night of the 3rd Void, I ran into what I thought was a knight of the post mutilating some deader. Long story short, he turned out to be a Cuprilach assassin of the Rilmani. Later found out the dead was 'prentice of some spellslinger and he'd gotten 'hold of this tome and that's why he was nicked. The Rilmani manipulate and kill to maintain the Balance between good and evil, order and chaos."

[Illiam'iira]

The tiny drow kisses her brooch once, whispering something to herself before she begins to flit across the room.

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"Oh, hello, thank you for joining!" Illiam'iira chirps Mysti's way.

''L'Orr-hui'' they corrected while observing the crew and giving a nod ofrecognition to those they knew ''It may seem like a small thing but the of my name holds importance to me, Lady Illiamm'iira''

"Oh, uhm, my apologies mister L'Orr-hui." She gives a small curtsy. "It is no small thing. I, uhm, use nicknames sometimes, but I won't with you. Apologies!"

"This isn't a surprise party for Quev or something, is it? Those boards suggest it isn't, but I don't think we're all on whatever page you are."

"If it were a surprise party for Quev we'd be baking him cakes and putting a rock in one," She says with utter seriousness.

Seeing Thaddeus write on the board she nods approvingly before going to hop back onto the desk.

"I called you all here because I think something strange -- and yes I KNOW Sigil is strange already all the time you don't have to remind me!" She puts up her hands at that, "-- is going down in this city!"

"I'm hopin' if we all put our heads together, we can figure it out and DO something about it. Though..." She looks to the door, mood dropping a bit. "It would be easier if we had miss Akh here..."