Event: Night of Swords

In the dead of night the August Lords are woken by their seneschals and an emergency meeting is held in the cold halls of the Grand Mansion at the urgent behest of the Lord Treasurer. There are no guardsmen in sight. Only Jon Weak stands ominously guarding the oaken doors. All members of the council are there, dressed hastily in cloaks or nightgowns, except for two. Lord Beliss speaks:

BELISS: My Lords, some terrible plan is in the making. Warden, Marshal, your young charges have emptied their quarters. All officers--and so, it's safe to assume, all guardsmen--have abandoned their posts. Manderson is missing, and the servants of Christodol have just announced to me in panic that the High Priest has been abducted. If my powers of deduction are at all accurate, that means Manderson already has us surrounded and is staging a coup as we speak.

UDINA: It's treason, then.

BELISS: Indeed, Master Diplomat. A plot that must have been some time in the making. Perhaps even before the Council displeased Manderson at the last Council meeting.

WESTMOORE: The news shame me. The town guard was composed mostly of Manderson's men, but I had faith my own men would prefer to fight outnumbered rather than turn coat.

UDINA: It is no matter, your men would not save us. Manderson knows everything about our position, our resources, our weaknesses. Even if we were to resort to brute force, we would not avert the sort of casualties that can turn this settlement into ruins. And the people love Christodol. They will not tolerate rash decisions on our part.

BELISS: If the Senate hears word of this, they will swiftly vote towards submitting to Manderson's demands, whatever they may be; so, it's too risky to wait to find out what they are! We must act quickly.

MARTINOR: I know from my garrison's reports that there are nomads on the outskirts of the Rice Fields. Aerandir Gil-Agladhel, the elven hero, is said to lead them. If the august Margaret Medwynn were to contact him, perhaps he would be inclined to help us. His affection for you is well known, my Lady.

BELISS: The nomads are not here by accident. They are yet another large group of drifters looking to claim a piece of Gutenbeere as their own. We should handle this internally.

The council starts bickering among themselves. It's up to the August Lords to make a decision.

*Does it have to be me Yosa? Can't you get one of your party girls to do it? I'd prefer if I just lay somewhere right about now...* whispers Nadya in a playful voice, in a tongue that can't be understood by any but the two.

*This is important, it has to be you. You forced me into this excersice in goodness, you have to help me now, I want to know what Manderson's men think of us.* The seemingly drunkard, pleasure seeking, skirt-chaser rogue of Gutenbeere, Yohan Berg, whispers. He scratches the ear of his weird-looking cat, as if daftly peting her, but secretly puts a small gem on her earing. That is his material channel to one of the few spells he ever learned, to see, and keep watch of his favorite friend.

He moves around the room a bit "BELISS: Why, I am Treasurer! It is my job to keep documents on state income and expenses, you rambling moron." "MARTINOR: And, what is that truth, Lord General?"
*they yell too much* thinks to him self, *who is behind this act? Manderson loves this republic too much, he fought in the penninsula for it* showing a face red in anger

"Well! You are half a man if you think I, can't obliterate your army as easily as.." Berg cares to stumble, appear drunk again, his right foot trickles for half a second as he walks, he mumbles half a word, makes a noice as if almost keeping himself from sounding like a retard. "What is he talking about Beliss! You shouldrn'dt be a traitor, I thought you a friend!"

He yells and fights with the rest of them, untill finaly, after some time, everyone is a bit calmer. A moment of silence falls in to the room and Berg takes the oportunity.

With his throat sore, and in a bass, coarse voice says "If you don't find a compromise, I will take care of the matter myself" he stands up definitively, walks towards the door in a steady lucid pace, as he loosens the grip on his wine glass naturaly, lets it slowly slide and then fall from lack of tension from his fingers. The shattering of the glass is quickly followed by the creaking of the door, while he leaves. From the opening the council sees D'Artanya closing the door for him, reminding everyone the entourage of skilled and loyal faceless followers, Berg has accrued over his time as an agent to the aristocracy.

Berg puts strength in his fist again, "I prefer you're drunk Yosa" the musketeer says, "I am starting to care for this shithole Annie" says Berg while clenching his fist.

At Manderson's room made prison, Lord Berg walks quickly to the entrance, "Open it"
THe guardsmen unlock the door and the Lord quickly strides in and closes it behind him. He drags a chair in front of the captive, sits

"What is the meaning of this all Manderson, what info have you got that I was deemed not worthy of knowing, before you went away causing an unrest, getting it in people's heads that the goverment is not to be trusted?"
Berg says with a pained face

"I, no, we feel betrayed, you, my most trusted advisor, a traitor?"

"And the whole cristodol business, right when an envoy from the kingdoms is here to parley?
I would never believe you are working for them, or even worse bribed by them to cause us this grief."
Berg switches his tone every sentence slightly from aquisatory to pleading

"This whole city is an experiment, I want us to succeed! Come on, old friend, help me understand this"

Berg's weakness to men with conviction shows, his face gets flustered, and anxiously replies
"We can work on this together, I will put him down, let me do something for you, and you do something for me, show me where those documents are, I need to see them to mobilize."

Berg stands up, "Either we'll go to the senate together tomorrow, or you were played by that disloyal greedy son of a middlefinger" rushes out of the room "GUARDS!" points at the door so they can resume their duties, and starts running through the mansion's hallways.

Berg dashes towards the rooftop of the building, where he finds his trusty companion, almost like a brother to him, the enormous 12 meter wolf, Wo'Chon.
"I need you buddy", Berg strokes Wo'Chon's fur, as a soft pale air comes out of his ring, and onto Wo'Chon's paws.
"Sure thing Yosa, just be calm, ok?" Berg climbs on top of the beasts back "I don't like it when you torture you own kind, wouldn't you prefer to follow procedure this one time?"

Berg get a momentary smile on his face, before he becomes serious again "You're right, just reconnaisance and evidence collection. hurry now! Berg scratches on Wo'Chons neck-fur, as Wo'Chon runs in the air, as if on top of firm ground.