Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask.   Posted by Game Master.Group: archive 0
Game Master
 GM, 36 posts
Sat 3 Oct 2020
at 00:53
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
We begin in the Spring of 1625.  His Majesty King Louis XIII sits on the throne at the age of 24, Anne of Austria is his queen and Cardinal Richelieu is First Minister.

It is early evening and each of you is returning to your lodgings from the day's efforts.  Perhaps you have plans to go out again, a rendezvous with mistress, drinking or gambling with peers, or the theater.



OOC:

Please describe yourself, what you were up to today, if you have any plans for the evening, and something about your lodgings.  Please use third person past tense, and bold any words spoken aloud.
Luc de Chasse
 player, 8 posts
Sat 3 Oct 2020
at 01:54
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
Luc de Chasse arose and stepped from the bed casually. Careful not do disturb the woman as she slept soundly as he did so. Stretching, smiling like the proverbial cat that ate the canary, the young Sergeant of the Black Musketeers looked out the window and took in the sights. A park. A long, wide lane of carts selling produce, cloth, and wine. A small monument with several flags.

Aha!

He remembered now. Quickly dressing in common clothes and cloak, it was the band of his hat, the pin of cloak, and the pommel of his sword that betrayed his affiliation in the King's Musketeer Company. Slipping a dagger into his boot he stood and buckled on his belt with its sword and main gauche.

A snore drew his attention to another woman, half uncovered, on a lounger near the balcony. He smiled again, he had forgotten Antoinette's sister's name but she looking exquisite on the lounger under the morning son.

Walking over to the bureau he drew out a sheet of thin paper, a quill, and a small vile of red ink Antoinette kept on hand. He scrawled a quick message inviting the women to dine with himself and his companions in the evening at the tavern of the Boarshead Inn. He put the ink and quill away and left the note with a small pile of coins for her to find when she awoke.

Heading out, he realized he hadn't ridden to the little house and hailed a passing carriage.
Marsuvees Black
 player, 27 posts
 Rakish fighter
Mon 5 Oct 2020
at 19:02
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
Marsuvees closed the door to the little room at the inn he had rented.  He knows he could afford more, but he still wanted to keep a lower profile. It was enough to get him started in town and fairly centrally located, so the entirety of Paris is at his feet.

As he pulled his hat, swords, and cloak off, he thought back on his day.  Breakfast at a little cafe.  Wandering the city and deciding that Parisian life really maybe for him.  Few glances at the ladies as they took in his stocky but average height body.  Black hair and brown eyes.  Rugged but handsome face, even if an 18-year-old maybe shouldn't be rugged yet. He set up a bank account.

He had gotten about half way through undressing before he admitted to himself that he really was not tired.  And, although new in town, he was not afraid to wander the streets at night.  As he pulled, his hat, sword, and cloak back on, he planned to explore the night for a bit, then settle into a tavern and take the city in.

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Adam Richard
 player, 6 posts
Tue 6 Oct 2020
at 23:04
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
Adam was exhausted, though he did his best to keep it from showing on his face. Much of the day had been taken up with the Cuirassiers' fencing master, and the subaltern was an absolute tyrant on the practice field. Adam approved, of course, but that didn't mean he was any less weary when he was done. And so, he made his way back through the streets toward the house where he was quartered while on duty in Paris, wearing the lighter parts of his armor, those suitable for wearing on the street. The merchant had not been too happy to have been chosen to billet a soldier in his spare room, but they'd adjusted and established a reasonable rapport between each other, and his wife was an excellent cook.

Along the way, Adam turned into a small street market to glance over the wine-sellers, looking over their wares for a decent bottle to bring home and share at dinner. He was a beer man by preference, but this was Paris, and he did know what wines went well with a hearty dinner.
Game Master
 GM, 43 posts
Tue 13 Oct 2020
at 14:54
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
OOC:  I will advance the game with the three characters that have already posted.  The rest of you can catch up, just make sure your first post addresses all of the points: description, what you were up to on the first day, plans for that evening, reaction to the contents of this post.



IC:

Luc arrives at the Little House and the housekeeper receives him.  As she takes his cloak and hat to hang them up she hands him an envelope.  "This came by a most unusual courier today, Monsieur."

Meanwhile, Marsuvees puts on his hat and cloak again to seek some entertainment in the evening.  As he passes reaches the ground floor the landlord steps out of his own apartments and hands Marsuvees an envelope.  He is pale as though recently frightened, and has a drink in his hand.  "This came for you Monsieur, I don't want any trouble."

Adam arrives at the house where he is staying and the merchant is sitting in the dining room with only a single candle lit.  At hand on the table is an envelope addressed to Adam.  He quietly accepts the bottle of wine as he passes the envelope, and promptly opens it and pours two drinks.

Each envelope is sealed with a stamp picturing two crossed swords, either sabres or cutlasses. Within each is a note, at the top of which is a Coat-of-Arms. Each note reads as follows:

I have the pleasure of desiring your assistance It would please
me for you to await my carriage at the Pont du Louvre at 10 o’clock
tomorrow morning, I anticipate in advance the pleasure of our meeting.
Destroy this note after you have read it.

By my own hand,
Archduke DeMainz D'Einartzhausen


Luc de Chasse
 player, 9 posts
Tue 13 Oct 2020
at 19:08
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Luc sighed. He crumpled the letter into a crude ball an tossed it into the fireplace. Looking at the big clock along the wall he thought about the timing.

"This should prove interesting."
Marsuvees Black
 player, 29 posts
 Rakish fighter
Wed 14 Oct 2020
at 17:31
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
Watching as the landlord backs away a few steos after the delivery of the envelope Marsuvees says “What's the trouble good sir? You've never delivered a package before? What happened?” He waits to hear back from the landlord, then goes outside to read the letter.

Seeing who the letter is from, many thoughts cross his mind, however most of them don't end with a polite invite with plenty of notice.  He reads the letter, memorizes it, then rips it up.  He goes on about his planned evening and every few blocks, throws a piece of the letter in the garbage or just along the street.  By the time he's nestled in the tavern, the letter is in tiny wet pieces for miles.

The next day, he arrives at the appointed location about an hour early, to do some scouting for an ambush.  He came prepared to fight if necessary but his hope is to talk.  He sits and rests a block away, watching the spot.
Adam Richard
 player, 7 posts
Thu 15 Oct 2020
at 22:06
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
"Huh," said Adam, who threw the message into the fire. He glanced at his landlord. "Orders, apparently," he said with a shrug and a sip of wine. Adam didn't particularly like the idea of going, but he knew his place in the pecking order and the Archduke's place, and he knew that a friendly invitation from such a lord was as much of a command as one bellowed over the battlefield.

The dour Huguenot didn't speculate on what the Archduke wanted, though. After a sunup-to-sunset exercise of arms, he was more interested in a hearty dinner, some quiet reading, and then his bed. At least tomorrow he'd have a break from all that swordwork.
Game Master
 GM, 44 posts
Tue 20 Oct 2020
at 00:51
Chapter 1: The Man Behind the Mask
OOC:  Moving ahead.  Anyone who doesn't post the first evening and then a response to this will have to join the game a later point.  PM me and I'll set it up.




IC:

The next morning, at precisely 10 o'clock, a fancy carriage bearing the Archduke's Coat-of-Arms, and his curious crossed swords device, stops at the Pont du Louvre and will wait up to ten minutes for stragglers before leaving.  The carriage is driven by a man who is very tall, but lean and thin, clean-shaven, and dressed as a gentleman, but somehow sinister; and guarded, inside, by a rough-looking fellow with a kubanka-style fleece hat in black on his head and several gold earrings in his ears.  He is missing several teeth and wears a large cutlass as his sword.  The cutlass armed man introduces himself, in accented but passable French, as Pyotor Aleksandrov, a Russian in the special service of the Archduke.  He invites you to be comfortable in the carriage, it is a short ride to the Archduke's villa.  On close inspection, it will be noticed that Aleksandrov is nearly fifty years old.