003.

[champions]

FORM: crystal
SENDER: Kostos, Nikos, Marisol
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT: don’t feed the zombie
WHEN: current
WHERE: Kirkwallerino
NOTES: Zombies, man. Related to the Nevarra diplomacy effort.

Beloved Inquisition. Charming, benevolent, remarkably good looking, delightful Inquisition.

(Here there is a quiet snort of sarcasm that belongs to Nikos.

Off to a great start. Marisol sighs wistfully. ) You will be happy to know that we are making headway in repairing our relationship with Nevarra. There is much to do, still, but the team I attended with did excellent work, and I am thankful to all of them.

Marisol. ( Quiet chiding, not really meant for anyone else but her. The point, Marisol, the point. )

Ah! ( A moment of enlightenment. Bless you, dear cousin. ) Another of my wondrous Nevarran relatives has descended upon the Inquisition. She is residing in the Gallows, but I would ask all of you to treat her with the utmost respect, and maintain a safe and healthy distance.

( c: )

She— ( wait, no, Kostos isn’t playing along with that ridiculousness ) —It is in a locked room in the central tower. You should not be at risk of encountering it unless you make an effort.

Don’t make the effort. Unless you want your eyeballs speared by long fingernails and the state of your cloak slyly disrespected. The former more likely than the latter. I think her tongue is rotted. (wait…. In a Kostos voice that actually sounds pretty much like his own voice, slightly different accent, slightly more sullen? Less sullen? Hard to say.) It has a rotted tongue. All dust.

(And he sounds way too darkly amused about that. Meanwhile, Marisol sounds as chill and entertained as always, the faint note of reproof entirely playful. )

Great Great Great Aunt Berenike is a woman of considerable reputation, but presently also of considerable temper. She has very graciously acquiesced to participate in our efforts to cure the revered dead of the Necropolis of their current ill-humour, but she is not not one to suffer fools.

Except for dinner. She will gladly suffer fools for dinner.

Comments

[provenforce]

[ rey suddenly feels she's not paid enough for this. ]

How secure is the door on that room?

[unshadowing]

[There's a painful sigh on the other end of the crystal.]

Please tell me there's more than a lock between it and the entirety of the Gallows.

[champions]

Oh no, we thought it was most appropriate that she have access to all portions of the Gallows, and have ensured she has her own keys.

[champions]

I think the room is more than adequately secure.

[provenforce]

And if it's not?

[champions]

If a mummified woman can get through a cage, three sets of reinforced, extremely locked doors - one of which has a portcullis - I say we give her a round of applause.

[unshadowing]

Well that's very lovely. Hopefully she'll pay you a visit first. Her dear great, great, great niece.

[champions]

Hope springs eternal. ( A SIGH. ) In all seriousness, Carver, we have taken measures to ensure she remains secured. We would not have been able to be so successful with the Nevarran court without the combined efforts of everyone in the party. I’m very grateful for your help.

[exsecutus]

And perhaps a job. A first for her, and for the Inquisition.

[exsecutus]

Invest in a gorget. Get used to praying.

[unshadowing]

Sure, sure. [Look he's not used to heaps of gratitude and doesn't know how to handle it. Sorry Marisol.] What's the plan with Aunt Berry there?

[champions]

I shudder to think of it.

[provenforce]

Excuse me for assuming that you just had it locked in a room with a regular lock. People here don't always take real precautions with dangerous things.

[provenforce]

If it comes after me I'm cutting it's head off.

[champions]

Well, I am no expert in Necromancy, but Kostos and I assume others will work together to see if they can determine what was done to enrage the corpses and set them upon the Inquisition and see if more clues lie in that, and attempt to reverse the process. If they can, we can restore the remaining dead in the Necropolis to their proper state.

[champions]

No forgiveness is necessary - if you weren’t concerned that would be more alarming, I think. I don’t believe we’ve spoken yet— I am Marisol.

[winterwinds]

You actually managed to bring one of those animated mummies back from Nevarra?

[ Rather than wary she sounds kind of delighted by this. ]

That's fascinating! I'm surprised she traveled well, I wouldn't have expected the magic would hold so far from whoever cast it.

[foundmyselfagain]

And people thought I was joking about the vengeful and enraged dead great-aunt.

[ Gareth NEVER jokes! The nerve! ]

[provenforce]

No, I don't think so either. I'm Rey. You may have seen me around, though. I'm a maintenance worker. Hence my concern, I've personally replaced several of the doors around here and I know that not all of them are strong enough to withstand something determined to kill someone on the other side of it.

[limier]

[ nevarra continues to be The Worst (tm) ]

Please place signage on the door. We can see to a guard befitting her status.

[champions]

“FREE MONEY HERE.”

[champions]

No one should ever doubt you, dear Gareth.

[champions]

I confess I am little versed in the subtleties of Necromancy. It is an opportunity that I am very grateful for, all the same.

[foundmyselfagain]

Then you should take my wonderful and intelligent advice and just give whatever spirit has its spirit panties in a twist in there the boot. Let your dear aunt have some peace. Give her a spirit of Contemplation, or Quietness, or Not Killing People.

[limier]

[ 'it might help us lighten the rifter budget' is not a thought to be voiced aloud ]

While I do not doubt the generosity of your ancestors, I am uncertain we wish to further associate them with looting.

[ she says, with a sword that totally definitely didn't come out of the necropolis ]