Morrigan Ashethorn .
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Tears are not a woman's only weapon...
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 2, 2012 18:08:55 GMT -8
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Cut my throat if I tell a lie. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He was an addict. A rapist, a murderer; dealing in his exotic, Khajitti drug and his freedom-robbing high. Morrigan had no sympathy for the pathetic creature when she caught him on the bridge, dealing his Skooma. He wasn’t apart of the Guild, and while they would never thank her for murder, she also knew they couldn’t stop her.
Besides, a girl’s gotta eat.
She was kind to him, far kinder than he had ever been to any of his victims. She was a skilled illusionist and she wrapped his drug-tainted mind in sweet visions of the finality he was swiftly approaching. Her fangs delved deep into his skin, though her magic made sure he did not struggle, he did not cry out. This late, in this city? Morrigan had no fear of being discovered, but still…practicality was never a bad habit, especially in these times.
She did not often drink straight from the vein anymore. Ever since she had drunk Harkon dry on the steps of Molag Bal’s altar in that wretched castle, she had relied on cleaner, more dignified ways to satiate the Beast. She had her cattle bled, drained into glasses and had the blood spiced with cinnamon, sugar, mint even. Like the most luxurious mulled wine, she took her blood like her prey took his drug.
She kept her lips tightly wrapped around the wound. The blood was sacred and to let it go to waste was the worst blasphemy against the laws of nature. The laws that now guided her. She wore red, as she often did, so Morrigan had little fear of being discovered even if some did strike her garment, but still. She’d be able to smell it, and that would make her poor company for her contact.
Withdrawing her fangs, Morrigan licked her lips in nigh-reverence. A feeling of faith she had not felt since she drew breath for the care of living, rather than habit. Her hand slipped easily into her prey’s flesh, her nails were sharp as glass and her strength was iron on parchment. She took his heart in her grip; it too slipped easily from his chest before she flipped him over the railing into the wakeful water.
It was a windy, rainy night; no one would suspect the small splash his exsanguinated body made to be anything more than the water waking against a boat.
Casting the heart after him, Morrigan held her hands out from under her heavy cloak, letting the rain wash the heart’s blood from her hands.
Her hunger satisfied for the time being, she made her way through the stinking streets of the city to the desired meeting place. The Bee and Barb. It was a public place, and publicity when properly controlled was a safe thing, Morrigan knew. Tossing her rain-swept cloak to a nearby servant when she entered, Morrigan ordered a bottle of hot wine taken to her table on the second floor.
Once seated, a mug of mulled wine warming her ancient hands, Morrigan allowed herself the chance to breathe. Staring out the window, rivulets of icy rain-water streaming down, Secunda was in full glow tonight, illuminating the sky.
She’s late… Morrigan thought to herself, a sour look coming to her face. In reality, Morrigan knew she was just early, she got everywhere early at all times because she liked people to believe that they were late. It gave her a miniscule edge but the world was built on edges too fine to notice. The information was sensitive though, and Morrigan hated feeling this powerless.
The feeling that she should handled such a specific and important task herself sank onto her but she shook it away. This is a good chance to gauge her abilities. She reminded herself.
The girl had come highly recommended by Delvin, and while Morrigan didn’t always trust the old fool when she hired him himself, he would never give out an undeserved recommendation. Especially to her.
Delvin knew if the girl failed Morrigan’s expectations, it’d be his hide she’d take it out of.
“I wonder if Maven knows I’m in town…” Morrigan said, taking a sip of the wine, shuddering as she felt the warmth run through her. Nothing better than hot wine on a cold night such as this.
She sincerely hoped her old ‘friend’ Maven didn’t suspect anything. After all, the job was on her. Morrigan didn’t have time to play with Maven, she needed the Blackbriar’s shipping manifests and that was it. The Dres pirates she had working off the Abecean had suddenly found themselves being thwarted by Maven’s ships and being rerouted all over the damnable ocean.
It was costing more than it was worth, and Morrigan hated bad investments.
“This better be worth it, Delvin.” She sighed.
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Post by eleri tredegar . on Nov 2, 2012 20:56:35 GMT -8
If there was one thing Eleri never took for granted, it was a good job. And she had been offered that. Sure, it was dangerous, and getting caught could only lead to her being kicked out of the guild. Stealing from Maven. Why, that was unthinkable! She was their most powerful ally, the reason the guild had a hold in any city at all. But the client wanted information on Maven and the Blackbriars, and that information they would get. But doing it her way was too difficult. Maven was a smart woman, one El had met plenty of times. Surely she would see through the disguises the elf put together.
But all hope was not lost. The wood elf may have been known for her ability to fool people through her guild for her ability to cleverly put together disguises that would fool her own mother. But, she could steal other ways too.
For once, she donned the armor her guild had given her. A bag designed to protect the information rested at her side. She got in, simply by saying that Maven had been expecting her. Those guarding the manor seemed to believe her. The fools. The girl carefully slipped through the shadows and around the house, searching every room until she found what she was looking for. A smile filled with triumph spread across her face as she furiously scribbled down the information. With meticulous measures, she returned that from which she copied from to the location Maven had put it in. Slipping the notes into her bag, she snuck back out, without alerting the morons who let her in.
She made it make to Riften, pleased with herself and the knowledge that she hadn't failed her client. Slipping into the shadows, she removed her armor, trading it for civilian clothing. She grabbed a cloak to try to keep her from getting soaked in the rain. However, her attempts were futile. Reaching the Bee and Barb, she hung her cloak up. The elf shook out her hair out as if she were a dog, letting it fall in a mess of curls.
She searched for her client amongst the people sipping on their drinks. The brunette spotted the woman she had been working for this time around. Or at least, she assumed it was her. If her lip reading skills were any good, she figured the woman was muttering Maven's name. And so, Eleri payed for a drink, and sauntered over to the woman's table, hearing her remarks. "I'm always worth it." Her words came with a cocky grin. Her hand danced into the bag she carried, pulling out the papers with the desired information. "I trust everything is in order?" she said with the raise of her eyebrow.
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Morrigan Ashethorn .
merchant queen, ex-adventurer, politician & head of the volkihar vampires %7C thieves guild %7C stormcloak %7C vampire %7C luke's
Tears are not a woman's only weapon...
Posts: 69
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 3, 2012 19:50:20 GMT -8
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Cut my throat if I tell a lie. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Morrigan smiled into her wine at the pride in the girl’s voice. At least she’s confident. She thought to herself, sliding the documents towards her, sheafing through the papers quickly and efficiently.
“Please, have a seat. Help yourself to some wine…” Morrigan stated, gesturing to the chair across from her without looking up, eyes glued to Maven’s horrible handwriting.
The shipping records were what Morrigan had anticipated they would be. Meticulous and precise, but encrypted in some sort of queer short-hand Maven used to refer around to various ships and harbors.
This will take time…
Setting the stack of parchment aside, Morrigan folded her hands on the table, smiling at the Bosmer girl. “You came very highly recommended by Delvin Mallory himself, I must say I’m impressed. Most members of your company would never actively work against Maven Blackbriar. Don’t worry about retribution when she finds the documents missing, I’ll handle the brunt of her little temper-tantrum.”
Morrigan took a strong swig of her hot wine, “I expect you encountered resistance on the inside of her manor. What happened? How’d you handle everything? I understand that in your line of work, discretion is key; but trust me. I really do need to know.”
Waving the waiter open, Morrigan ordered another flask of hot wine, and gestured to the bosmer. “Get anything you’d like.”
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Post by eleri tredegar . on Nov 3, 2012 20:44:21 GMT -8
The woman was pleased that she came so highly recommended. However, she also knew she was good. Of course, her particular skill set was unneeded in this instance. But, she could see how they might have been useful. "I doubt the would." She nodded, knowing the truth of the statement. "I suppose I'm just a bit more daring then most. Or more desperate."
"Taken?" She chuckled, tossing back her mess of hair. She took a drink of her mead before speaking again."If I thought actually taking them was wise, I would have been kicked out by now for sure." That was something the elf worried about constantly. She needed to stay with them. She needed the money. "I copied the notes. Much less likely to be caught that way. I would say more, but a girl really shouldn't reveal her secrets." Her final statement came in jest. However, they were only slightly so. She would be more than willing to answer the questions asked of her. Keeping clients happy was good for the guild. It provided gateways for new clients as well as for repeat costumers.
She smiled a bit. "Resistance? Hardly!" She told her client about the endeavor, and the ease she had in fooling the morons that worked for Maven. One would think the woman would hire smarter guards. "It was only slightly different than my usual method."
When the waiter came around, she ordered a plate of hot something, not caring about what that plate was. "Would you mind telling me why you wanted that information?"
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Morrigan Ashethorn .
merchant queen, ex-adventurer, politician & head of the volkihar vampires %7C thieves guild %7C stormcloak %7C vampire %7C luke's
Tears are not a woman's only weapon...
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Post by Morrigan Ashethorn . on Nov 5, 2012 14:18:16 GMT -8
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Cut my throat if I tell a lie. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Morrigan’s eyes flashed up at the girl, a disapproving frown marring her already cold features. “Now, now; it’s bad business to ask clients such privileged information…” But even as the words left her mouth, Morrigan decided she’d tell her anyway. There was a good chance that the girl would say something later in the Guild and it would eventually worm its way back to Maven thanks to magic of gossip.
A message could still be sent, and Maven would definitely know the signature.
“Maven Blackbriar is a political enemy of mine. She believes she’s untouchable because she has the backing of the Guild and knows how to contact the Dark Brotherhood. She’s a poisonous woman who will betray you and your Guildmates as quick as she’d have her own children killed if it meant her retaining her position as bitch-in-charge in this backwater of the world.” The waiter returned with Morrigan’s second mug of hot-wine and the plate of food her compatriot had ordered. Raising the cup to her lips, the blonde woman smiled as the warmth spread through her, driving the unpleasant temperature of the night away.
Pulling the papers back over in front of her, Morrigan studied them for a second, looking for the name; “See? Here. This harbor,” Morrigan pointed to a particular name, “This harbor is mine. And by that, I mean I do not own it in title or province, but my goods and my company are very active here. She’s moved into that harbor, believing she can sell her honeyed-piss through it, therefore deducting my percentage of revenue as people visiting that harbor are now buying her Mead instead of the Mead that I have shares in and sell. It’s all very petty, because this is how commerce works.” Setting the papers down, Morrigan took another drink.
“Maven and I have been doing this little song and dance for years, and so far, I’ve always managed to stay ahead thanks to my deception. I’ve been hiring pirates for years who attack, raid and sink Maven’s ships. But now, it seems she’s caught on, which means she’s in a better chance to get ahead of me. That cannot happen. And that is why I had you get this information, dear girl.” Having finished explaining reasoning and ‘sending her message’, Morrigan reached into the belt of her dress.
“This is for the Guild,” She said, passing the girl a bill of credit, “And this is for you. The Guild doesn’t pay all that well, I know; so here’s a little extra for a job well done.” Morrigan slid the bag of 1000 gold coins towards the girl.
“Thank you, you’ve been a tremendous help.” Just as Morrigan stood to leave, the worst thing could have happened. From her spot high on the second floor, she saw Maven walk in.
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Post by eleri tredegar . on Dec 30, 2012 17:00:15 GMT -8
"I just risked both my life and my occupation to get you that information." Perhaps she was a bit angry. People generally did tell what they wanted something for. And generally it was hardly as dangerous. Though, there was that somewhat recent affair within the sanctuary of a particular ally of her guild. Something came over her though, and she realized that being angry was bad show. A good client might not return if the one they were dealing with were rude. Wiping away the angry look, she smiled. "It is the very least you could do."
A triumphant smile threaten to dance over her face as the information came out of the older woman. However, she managed to keep her expression in a somewhat neutral state. She nodded as she listened, not particularly sure what to believe. Eleri did trust Maven, to a certain extent. However, at the same time, she had a rather oil-like feeling about her. Or at least she did every time the thief had met her. And so she met the answer with a food filled "I see."
Taking the money in her hand, she smiled, sliding it into her bag. She was about to bid Morrigan a fond farewell, and thank her. However, before she could, she caught sight of Maven. "If you too are as explosive together as I might think, I suggest you sit yourself back down." the elf said, pulling her hood over her own head better.
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