Chapter Two: Kriegspiel.   Posted by GM.Group: 0
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Chapter Two: Kriegspiel
Both men exchange glances; clearly, while Clovis is the 'son' in the relationship, his position isn't that of a child in his father's eyes.  Renard finally nods, a hint of a smile cracking his hard fašade.  "So be it, Annais.  In return...we''ll need to speak more about your circumstances."  The smile flickers, grows.  "I would have pushed for it in any case, but this gives me leverage; if you're to help us, then it only follows that we may help you...?"

Clovis breathes out a slow sigh.  "Always the strategies, father."  He flicks a wry look at Annais.  "He means 'thank you'.  Truly."

Renard's coughs.  "Corrected again," he mutters before bowing.  "My son is quite right - you have our thanks, as well.  I'd like to blame my manners on the situation, but -"

The door opens.

Andreas - unfamiliar to Annais - enters first, a short, lithe man in a dark, military-style coat.  Thin features, dark hair, and quite a serious expression.  "Viscount, the household..."  His voice trails off for an instant as he takes in Annais.  It's possible he blinks several times.  "...the household has guests," he finishes with at least some aplomb, bowing.  "But this is clearly already the case."

"Please enter," Renard states, motioning in the group at the door.  His frosted brows draw together at the sight of the disheveled Clovis and Genevieve, one of them cocking slightly at the sight of Serafyna.

As for the entering group?

They find themselves in the following room: a study, from the look of it.

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The interior is somewhat in less-than-perfect condition.  While large shelves line the walls, most are as of yet free of books, looking bare and empty.  No paintings, here, on those free places of said walls - instead, they are still leaning in the corner, awaiting placement.  The rug upon the floor looks a tad dusty, possibly requiring a good beating, and only four of the wall-lamps are water-filled with small, burning stones within.  The remainder look to need a good dusting, first.  But the sideboard, at least, is clean as are the several bottles upon it - wines and brandies, no doubt - and the furniture, while certainly out of date, is likewise spotless.

Also, there's a fire laid and burning.


Within that room await three, two men and one woman.  Despite the Viscount's own height - somewhere between six and six and a half feet - he is not the tallest in the room.

Facing the small group of people, Renard clearly isn't interested in standing on ceremony.  "Renard Du Rosselle," he raps out.  "My son, Clovis.  Our guest, Annais de la Tour D'Emeraude.  Sit, if you would - all of you.  Sterling!?" he calls out, voice raised.

"Sterling is taking care of Sadler," Andreas helpfully puts in.  "I can get drinks, if they're needed."  His tone indicates they clearly are.

The viscount's face darkens.  "What has happened to Sadler?"

OOC - Descriptions of characters can be found in the character's bios, I'm hoping.  Everyone can post, but let's not go too crazy with conversation as there are rather important NPC's hanging on this right now.  ^_^
Giovanna D'Agostino
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Mon 6 Nov 2017
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Re: Chapter Two: Kriegspiel
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Facing the small group of people, Renard clearly isn't interested in standing on ceremony.  "Renard Du Rosselle," he raps out.  "My son, Clovis.  Our guest, Annais de la Tour D'Emeraude.  Sit, if you would - all of you.  Sterling!?" he calls out, voice raised.

"Sterling is taking care of Sadler," Andreas helpfully puts in.  "I can get drinks, if they're needed."  His tone indicates they clearly are.

The viscount's face darkens.  "What has happened to Sadler?"

It seemed to have been many years ago since Giovanna last set foot inside the Rosselle manor. Voice very familiar to her touched her ears, finally and truly putting her at ease for the first time since she left. She wasn't sure how much time had actually elapsed since her departure and her arrival, but that was hardly a concern at the moment.

All that really piqued her concern was the location of her violin and if she was allowed to have a glass of wine. She was inclined to say yes, but she supposed asking was the proper protocol.

"My Lord," she said in answer to the Viscount when he inquired of Signore Sadler's condition, "I fear that Signore Sadler barely clings to life. A spawn of Satan himself was accosting Signore Tallier and his sister when we arrived at their manor. Sadler attempted to fend the creature off, but was dispatched swiftly. It was only by the grace of God Almighty and a timely arrival by Contessa Galatea that we all managed to escape with our lives."

She touched her forehead and groped aimlessly for a chair to sit down in. "A glass of water, if you would, Signore Andreas."

With that piece of business out of the way, Giovanna could then focus on something more positive. There was a new person in their midst. There was a scent and distinct breathing pattern she did not recognize.

How exciting.

"Oh, where are my manners? I am Giovanna D'Agostino. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Signorina." She paused in her possibly futile search for a place to sit to bow in a direction she hoped was a close approximation to where the newcomer was situated. If not, well, it wouldn't have been the first time such a mistake had made a fool out of her.