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felldenlogs2020-03-26 09:16 pm
takeroot) wrote in felldenlogs2020-03-26 09:16 pm
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WHO: Connie takeroot n Felix brothered
WHAT: quest
WHERE: Moon territory
WHEN: right the hell now
WARNINGS: nope
[It begins with a dinner, or rather, a dinner interrupted by a Temple messenger and honestly? Thoroughly ruined by news of civil unrest. Constantin remarks not... kindly, necessarily, that some people could learn to wait until after other people have finished eating before tossing news in their faces about a missing duke and a gaggle of local lords and ladies ready to stage whatever kind of coup that will work for them before the chair is cold, all while the civilians flounder. The messenger leaves and that ends what could have been an ordinary, relaxing evening, now spent picking at meals and murmuring to each other about what the plan of action should be for this kind of mission. Constantin can hazard a guess at why the two of them have been scouted for this task; one of them knows how to fight and the other knows how to talk, simple enough!
Still; as harrowing as it is to hear that an entire duchy is ready to collapse under mismanagement, he manages to spare a moment to tell Felix just how lucky it is that they've been sent to work together. Felix can hold the sword and Constantin can point him in politically optimal directions. It's the perfect plan! No, no— there isn't a plan, even the next morning when it's time to go.
Or rather, late into the next morning, as a duchy on the verge of collapse is important but the ride is going to be long and the business longer, and Constantin has a building full of children and one (1) anxious adult to look after them all for who knows how long. He doesn't dally, but it takes him some time to settle affairs at the orphanage; Ragnar needs to hear the itinerary for the days ahead no less than six times before his panic subsides (and fair to him, considering Constantin's predecessor was, hmm, abruptly murdered and left Ragnar all on his own); the twins need to be reminded how to behave (and demand an audience for their very impressive new sword skills with their toys before anyone is allowed to move on); the other children understand that Constantin will be away, there are plenty of hugs, Luther in particular won't let go of him for the better part of fifteen minutes— but finally, in the late late morning, that business is done.
He meets Felix again on horseback, chatters something nonsensical about how Dorte had better not try bothering Marigold the farm horse, you know, because Dorte is so fond of flowers— and he deserves whatever rolling eyes he gets for that one. Then they're off.
As expected, the ride is long; it's seemingly no secret why they've arrived when they do, a handful of townsfolk in the city around the duke's manor eyeing them critically as they ride in and more servants doing the same in the manor itself. The meeting with the duke's advisor is brief and just about as clipped as the missive that brought them here; the duke is in trouble, etc, a lowborn man rising to power and making some choices that the other nobility don't agree with, and so on— Constantin can't say he's surprised the man is being threatened. Most courts are dens of vipers, and to have a commoner risen to power is a surefire way to raise tempers among the old money...
Eventually they're left alone, the two of them, to stand around in the duke's abandoned office and— well, who knows what they're meant to do, the advisor had merely told them to wait while some secret communication with the duke is made and who knows how long that will take, but the door closes and Constantin immediately drops himself into the duke's very fine chair and picks up the topmost letter on the pile on his desk.
The man's already in hiding! A little invasion of privacy is par for the course! This is helping. He skims a few lines, humming, and glances up at Felix.]
They know all of his deep dark secrets, apparently, [he says, waving the sheet of paper a little.] I've never seen a more vaguely-worded threat in my life. Do you suppose they were fishing, and like a fool he bit?
[Let him just rifle through more of these... hmm yes... The cheaper paper in the pile gets his attention; he skims one again and scoffs, just holding that one out for Felix to take.
Like, what kind of fool writes to his old bandit gang about their bandit plans? No wonder!]
takeroot n Felix brotheredWHAT: quest
WHERE: Moon territory
WHEN: right the hell now
WARNINGS: nope
[It begins with a dinner, or rather, a dinner interrupted by a Temple messenger and honestly? Thoroughly ruined by news of civil unrest. Constantin remarks not... kindly, necessarily, that some people could learn to wait until after other people have finished eating before tossing news in their faces about a missing duke and a gaggle of local lords and ladies ready to stage whatever kind of coup that will work for them before the chair is cold, all while the civilians flounder. The messenger leaves and that ends what could have been an ordinary, relaxing evening, now spent picking at meals and murmuring to each other about what the plan of action should be for this kind of mission. Constantin can hazard a guess at why the two of them have been scouted for this task; one of them knows how to fight and the other knows how to talk, simple enough!
Still; as harrowing as it is to hear that an entire duchy is ready to collapse under mismanagement, he manages to spare a moment to tell Felix just how lucky it is that they've been sent to work together. Felix can hold the sword and Constantin can point him in politically optimal directions. It's the perfect plan! No, no— there isn't a plan, even the next morning when it's time to go.
Or rather, late into the next morning, as a duchy on the verge of collapse is important but the ride is going to be long and the business longer, and Constantin has a building full of children and one (1) anxious adult to look after them all for who knows how long. He doesn't dally, but it takes him some time to settle affairs at the orphanage; Ragnar needs to hear the itinerary for the days ahead no less than six times before his panic subsides (and fair to him, considering Constantin's predecessor was, hmm, abruptly murdered and left Ragnar all on his own); the twins need to be reminded how to behave (and demand an audience for their very impressive new sword skills with their toys before anyone is allowed to move on); the other children understand that Constantin will be away, there are plenty of hugs, Luther in particular won't let go of him for the better part of fifteen minutes— but finally, in the late late morning, that business is done.
He meets Felix again on horseback, chatters something nonsensical about how Dorte had better not try bothering Marigold the farm horse, you know, because Dorte is so fond of flowers— and he deserves whatever rolling eyes he gets for that one. Then they're off.
As expected, the ride is long; it's seemingly no secret why they've arrived when they do, a handful of townsfolk in the city around the duke's manor eyeing them critically as they ride in and more servants doing the same in the manor itself. The meeting with the duke's advisor is brief and just about as clipped as the missive that brought them here; the duke is in trouble, etc, a lowborn man rising to power and making some choices that the other nobility don't agree with, and so on— Constantin can't say he's surprised the man is being threatened. Most courts are dens of vipers, and to have a commoner risen to power is a surefire way to raise tempers among the old money...
Eventually they're left alone, the two of them, to stand around in the duke's abandoned office and— well, who knows what they're meant to do, the advisor had merely told them to wait while some secret communication with the duke is made and who knows how long that will take, but the door closes and Constantin immediately drops himself into the duke's very fine chair and picks up the topmost letter on the pile on his desk.
The man's already in hiding! A little invasion of privacy is par for the course! This is helping. He skims a few lines, humming, and glances up at Felix.]
They know all of his deep dark secrets, apparently, [he says, waving the sheet of paper a little.] I've never seen a more vaguely-worded threat in my life. Do you suppose they were fishing, and like a fool he bit?
[Let him just rifle through more of these... hmm yes... The cheaper paper in the pile gets his attention; he skims one again and scoffs, just holding that one out for Felix to take.
Like, what kind of fool writes to his old bandit gang about their bandit plans? No wonder!]
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Just stands there, mostly. There's a lot of just standing there with a bit of idly brushing tiny bits of glass off his ugly coat. He's not any worse for wear, no, but it's all he can do to simply nod at Felix and let himself be led out of the room. The nobles are already whispering, and sure to notice there are two dukes in here as they leave at roughly the same time, but whatever! Whatever.
If one of the dukes happens to turn to the other before the doors shut behind them and declare, with with renewed vigor, that his parties are terrible the same way being face down in a pool of one's own vomit is terrible, then Constantin is probably feeling a little better once he's away from the crowd. Don't worry too much about him.
By the time he and Felix can meet again, Constantin has certainly made his opinions on the whole affair abundantly clear. It's quiet in the duke's study save for the persistent scratching of a quill on paper; Constantin is disguise-free at last, leaning against the corner of the desk with his arms folded and a permanent scowl that he directs pointedly down at the duke whenever the man stops writing for more than a few seconds. Eventually he finishes this... task and hands Constantin the paper, which he skims—]
Your efforts?
[—and drops back down on the desk dismissively. He's mad! This sucked! But he's spent two days now thinking of ways to bring this duchy out of the gutter, starting with this task he's put Archimedes to in exchange for nearly being murdered in his home.
His expression softens when Felix enters, if only a little. He gestures at Archimedes.]
He's writing a speech for his lords to smooth over this annoying mess.
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But one doesn't have to like it, hence Felix's dismissive snort (ow, his nose) when he's told what, exactly, Archimedes is furiously scribbling. Of course the man would highlight his "efforts" in such a speech—and perhaps he needs to, in order to look even the slightest bit competent, but Felix wonders how much time said speech will buy him. A moon? Two? It's a necessary first step, but as Felix thinks of the incredibly long road ahead of this fool...]
Empty words. His specialty.
[He sure does like to hear himself talk! Damn! Felix approaches the desk, coming to a stop by Constantin's side as he glares down at the duke.]
Your men are holding your assassin; my men are holding them. This isn't over. [So don't try anything, least of all an escape, his tone implies—but when Archimedes, smooth dastard, attempts to respond, Felix shifts his attention back to Constantin. Hey. Hi. Thank the Goddess that face is back to normal.] What will his speech cover?
[Aka: What are you making him write? Maybe he should write to the Priestess, next... something along the lines of, "Dear Priestess, I did done fuck up real bad"...]
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That the investigations into this terrible plot are continuing as planned, [ugh, it's the exact feeling of having a hair on his tongue--] and he will be looking to the support of his court in the coming weeks to straighten out a few things.
[To trim the fat, but politely? Whoever is sending assassins is very guilty, even if Archimedes deserved a good reality check that Constantin had to take for him goddamn it Archimedes.]
We have been having a disagreement on the subject of reparations to the people he stole from, in light of where the money has since gone...
[Archimedes is on team Worth It and Constantin is on team You Nearly Died For Pickpocketing, so it's slow going.]
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But yes, yes. Reparations. Felix finds himself wondering if a look through the nobles' books would prove as, ah, fruitful as a look through the duke's had been? Not to excuse the duke in any way, of course, but for things to reach this point... perhaps the duke before Archimedes gave them too much leeway, or perhaps Archimedes (unknowingly) offered them more leeway than they'd ever enjoyed before. Politics! Just as gross (and as necessary) as this performative speech. Felix brings a hand up to scrub at his face, and if he winces when he touches his nose without really thinking about it, well. Don't call him out.]
Money isn't all a duke has to offer.
[Power. Positions. A greater voice in whatever new system is put into place, although there will need to be someone here to ensure said voice doesn't supersede the duke's. Felix's personal opinion of the man aside, Archimedes is the duke, and dealing with a duke is preferable to dealing with nobles running rampant...
...But he doesn't need to explain such things to Constantin, of all people, so.]
Whatever he offers them, they'll demand punishment for his thieves. [Stressin' that ownership. Love it.] Turn them over to the Priestess.
[It's a suggestion! One that sends Archimedes squawking, but maybe she can throw them in prison... get them out of the nobles' line of sight for a bit, until tempers cool and Felix and Constantin figure out what to do with them. In an ideal world, the duke would realize the gravity of his position and sever all ties—but alas! This whole debacle has proven that he will not.]
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Someone will have to take the brunt of this... [And boy, it should be this dude right here! But he has only one saving grace that Constantin can't guarantee any of the other candidates have,] But if he's willing to help his citizens in ways that aren't abysmally stupid, that can be worked out.
[He says this... to Felix, but it's pointedly for Archimedes to remember to get over himself; he started stealing to help his people, didn't he? Cool motive, still a crime, and yet somehow Constantin is still willing to leave a man in charge who gives a damn about the little people.
Or, well. In charge, with some very heavy moderation, because the current model is terrible but uprooting the entire governing body of this duchy is even harder than fixing what they've been given. He sighs.]
I suppose we'll have to return and check on things every now and then, won't we?
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Well! There are ways to put them to use, Felix supposes. Taking their, ah, highly specialized knowledge and using it to catch bandits, perhaps—but that's a late-stage thing. For now, it's more about whipping Archimedes into shape while ensuring his duchy doesn't crumble apart in the process.]
He's proven he can't manage alone.
[So that is... a yes, unfortunately! And while Felix briefly considers asking the Priestess to send an experienced advisor to gently coach Archimedes through these troubled times? Nah. The Priestess elevated Archimedes to this position, and thus Felix isn't, mmm, entirely sure that Archimedes wouldn't be supervised by Archimedes the Second. Isn't that a thought!
Where, then, does that leave them? In an unfortunate position, to be sure, but that's the price of Responsibility; Felix knows that all too well, which is why he holds Constantin's gaze for a moment, shoving his own misgivings aside before he brings his hand back down to his hip. Constantin is the more, ah, politically-minded of the two, so.]
...I'll return to the Temple. Speak with the Priestess. You stay here and make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble.
[That he doesn't wind up burning the duchy down around himself. Goddess above.]
Yulia and the rest will stay here. They'll protect you—and him, [he huffs, the pointed Look he directs down at Archimedes saying all that needs to be said re: Felix's opinion.] I'll be quick.
[Which is, like, not a thing Constantin has asked of him, but? Constantin has his children to get back to... and it isn't as though Felix is eager to leave Constantin for longer than he absolutely needs to, although he's loath to admit it. There was something about seeing an assassin tackle him that was... well... you know...]
~fin~
Well, be quick, and so on.]
Alright. I'm sure we'll get along splendidly here. [and, dryly:] Thick as thieves.
[Archimedes, to his credit, winces.
And so proceeds a very thrilling several days of Learning To Govern and Making Apologetic Speeches. Constantin has the ability necessary to smooth over most of the nobles' most upset moods, at least enough to keep things from imploding anytime soon— and Archimedes is... not the ideal student of The Politics, but he isn't unwilling? He's a work in progress, that's for sure. Constantin still can't say he likes him very much, all things said and done.
But the dust has settled, or will soon enough, and with a stern guiding hand perhaps the duchy will be back on course sooner rather than later.]