Post by oneiros on Oct 2, 2008 20:02:28 GMT
[continuing from the events in The Story So Far...]
21 Resplendent Water
The final pieces were slotting into place. Mistress Ura had been true to her word and at last week’s final Convocation had rather delightfully sparred with Lord Kejak and smoothed the route for his own chosen candidate, Mordant Respite, to ascend to the Chair of the North. He wasn’t quite sure how the Syndics would deal with it but that was a problem to be dealt with later. For now, it was a case of getting things up and running properly once more. The Northern Convention had too long been paralysed by inaction. It needed revitalisation and quickly… though without undue haste, of course.
It did mean he would be losing Ressil to the cold of Icehome but it would serve his education well to spend some time aiding another. And reporting back to him, of course.
Ah well, time to promote a new Auditor to be his personal aide. Silent Sunset was a promising candidate for such a position. He resolved to check Sunset’s report when the Chosen of Saturn returned from his mission. Nazri smile; it wouldn’t hurt at all to have a Reckoner as his emissary, would put others a little off their stride just thinking of potential ulterior motives for his appearance…
A tentative knock brought him from his reverie of planning. The carved doors parted to admit a rather dour-faced aide. “Ah, Ressil. All set for your departure then? Mordant is expecting you soon, give him my regards and tell him I expect to see some results soon.” He took another look at the Harbinger’s expression. “What’s wrong, Ressil?”
“I bring some bad news, sir. I have just had word from the Violet Bier. Silent Sunset has… been killed in action. The Circle have returned to Yu-Shan and filed their reports. From what I can gather he was killed in some kind of Essence feedback explosion.”
“Before you leave then, please get me the full report,” Nazri responded tersely, his previous good humour having now evaporated on hearing this.
Ressil grimaced. “Unfortunately, the Forbidding Manse has put a block on their reports. It was all I could do to get that much out of the on-duty supervisor in Synovar’s office.”
“Really all you could do?” Nazri raised an ebony eyebrow querulously.
“Well, short of a false censure indictment to threaten him into telling…”
The Southern Chair pursed his lips, considering. “Who is it?”
“Splintered Stone, minor functionary. No real connections to anyone in authority.”
“Do it. I want that report. He was one of my best field agents. I can’t have him disappear just like that.”
Ressil nodded solemnly and bowed before departing the office. Nazri watched him leave, his ire rising. She planned this, didn’t she? She was hoping he would perish in this mission no doubt. Getting rid of one of his best Auditors, just like that. Well, two could play that game. The Scriptorium was now effectively under his control. Time to step up his oversight of the Cult of the Illuminated…
21 Resplendent Water
The final pieces were slotting into place. Mistress Ura had been true to her word and at last week’s final Convocation had rather delightfully sparred with Lord Kejak and smoothed the route for his own chosen candidate, Mordant Respite, to ascend to the Chair of the North. He wasn’t quite sure how the Syndics would deal with it but that was a problem to be dealt with later. For now, it was a case of getting things up and running properly once more. The Northern Convention had too long been paralysed by inaction. It needed revitalisation and quickly… though without undue haste, of course.
It did mean he would be losing Ressil to the cold of Icehome but it would serve his education well to spend some time aiding another. And reporting back to him, of course.
Ah well, time to promote a new Auditor to be his personal aide. Silent Sunset was a promising candidate for such a position. He resolved to check Sunset’s report when the Chosen of Saturn returned from his mission. Nazri smile; it wouldn’t hurt at all to have a Reckoner as his emissary, would put others a little off their stride just thinking of potential ulterior motives for his appearance…
A tentative knock brought him from his reverie of planning. The carved doors parted to admit a rather dour-faced aide. “Ah, Ressil. All set for your departure then? Mordant is expecting you soon, give him my regards and tell him I expect to see some results soon.” He took another look at the Harbinger’s expression. “What’s wrong, Ressil?”
“I bring some bad news, sir. I have just had word from the Violet Bier. Silent Sunset has… been killed in action. The Circle have returned to Yu-Shan and filed their reports. From what I can gather he was killed in some kind of Essence feedback explosion.”
“Before you leave then, please get me the full report,” Nazri responded tersely, his previous good humour having now evaporated on hearing this.
Ressil grimaced. “Unfortunately, the Forbidding Manse has put a block on their reports. It was all I could do to get that much out of the on-duty supervisor in Synovar’s office.”
“Really all you could do?” Nazri raised an ebony eyebrow querulously.
“Well, short of a false censure indictment to threaten him into telling…”
The Southern Chair pursed his lips, considering. “Who is it?”
“Splintered Stone, minor functionary. No real connections to anyone in authority.”
“Do it. I want that report. He was one of my best field agents. I can’t have him disappear just like that.”
Ressil nodded solemnly and bowed before departing the office. Nazri watched him leave, his ire rising. She planned this, didn’t she? She was hoping he would perish in this mission no doubt. Getting rid of one of his best Auditors, just like that. Well, two could play that game. The Scriptorium was now effectively under his control. Time to step up his oversight of the Cult of the Illuminated…