Unti Family/Philip/Act 3

Roleplay from Tomaas
Message sent to: The Guild
A plainly dressed man walks up the road toward a large stone building. His heavy woolen cloak keeping him dry in the light afternoon shower. Beside the front door, he notices a plaque inscribed with the words, 'Academy of Knowledge founded by Philip Unti.'

"Unti, now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. . . . Strange, I don't recall there being a Philip."

Shrugging to himself he enters the guildhouse. After removing his cloak, revealing a servicable tunic and trousers, he hangs it near a brazier to dry.

A homely young lady smiles at him, "Welcome to the Academy of Knowledge, how may I be of service?"

"Thank you for the kind welcome, I am Tomaas, a member of this guild. I would just like to have a look around. The last time I was here I was in a bit of a hurry."

Walking down the corridors of the guildhouse, Tomaas passes many rooms. Some filled with desks facing a wall covered entirely with slate, others containing chairs arranged for discussions, and still others house offices, hidden behind closed doors. Finnally his wanderings take him to the heart of the guild, the library.

The earthy aroma of freshly worked lumber greets him as he opens the two massive doors. Under the high vaulted ceiling rows and rows of bookcases stretch off in every direction, all empty. Tomaas walks slowly past the many rows of bookcases, awed into silence by the vastness of the place.

Approaching the end of the library's main aisle, he spots a few books. Barely three shelves of the most common books of knowledge have been gathered for the guild. Still, Tomaas manages to find a few he has not yet read. Picking one up, he begins to thumb through a treatise writen about the forms of government.

Several hours, and many pages later, he is startled from his reverie by the same young lady. "Excuse me sir, but you will have to leave now. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but we are closing the guild for the night."

"It is quite alright, I must have lost track of time reading this book. It is very interesting, if a bit difficult to read. But I suppose I will have to finish it annother time," replies Tomaas, closing the book and returning it to the shelf. Turning to walk with the lady to the exit, he asks, "Have you seen the founder of the guild recently? I have a proposition for him, and hoped I could discuss it with him in person."

"I'm afraid I have not, sir. He recently returned from a quest in Oporto and has been resting in Avamar city."

"That is unfortunate, I will have to see if I can talk to him next time I'm here. But please, call me Tomaas. I don't believe I caught your name on the way in . . ."

Roleplay from Philip
Wandering around the west side of the city alone Philip stops off at the many shelters for the war victims and speaks with the volunteer coordinators.

"As you can see there are many people here these days Lord Philip. Things have been difficult for the country folk."

Surveying the crowd Philip nods, "And with the flood of refugees there isn't much work for them I imagine."

"Aye my lord," says the coordinator knowing what was to come next.

Pointing out a young family with children Philip continues nonchalantly, "I may have work for them in one of my businesses here in the city. See if they are interested would you; and if they are send them to Continental Exporters?"

"Of course my lord," turning to coordinator smiles, every week for the last couple of months Philip had been stopping by and every time he ended up taking someone with him. "Ah how it warms my heart," thought the coordinator.

Interrupting his train of thought Philip calls, "Oh one more thing, my servant should have a small chest of gold for food and such. See that it is well spent………"

His words trailing off Philip turns his head to look over his shoulder as if listening to something behind him. After a time he straitens up, shakes his head and then with a hint of jittery impatience turns to leave. “Sort all this out, I have to go.”

Startled the coordinator calls to Philip’s retreating form, “Of course my lord….”, then mutters to himself, “Wonder what’s wrong…”

Roleplay from Philip
Sitting at his desk in the Academy of Knowledge Philip rang a small bell on his desk. Moments later a servant enters and Philip hands over a silver cloak clasp.

"See to it that this is added to the display in the library; it goes under, antiquities."

"Of course my lord."

Philip looked down at the page in front of him but after a time he realized that the servant was still standing in front of him. "Yes?"

"-cough- There is an old message for you my lord, I would have given it to you sooner sir, but well you've been gone for so long...."

Grunting noncommittally Philip takes the message and reads it. After a time he leans back in his chair and asks, "This, Tomaas, who is he?"

"A sage sir."

"Ah a learned man; what subject?"

"He seems to spend most of his time in the Philosophy section, sir and has made good use of the library."

There was an uneasy silence.

"Very well, I shall speak with this Tomaas. I do hope he doesn't want to engage in a debate of some form, I don't have that much time these days...."

"I shall notify him at once my lord."

Roleplay from Philip
Walking into the town square with his men Philip called out in a loud voice, “Alright good people listen well, I come collecting donations today; so please feel free to give as much as the sharp pointy swords can extract from you and no heroics, I’ve had a long day….”

One plucky young lad in the gathering crowd piped up, “Never you foreign dog!” With a cry the boy charged headlong towards the armoured knight pitchfork leading.

“-sigh- They never listen…”

Easily sidestepping the clumsy charge Philip brought his arm up as the young man passed causing him to run, head first, into Philip’s plated limb with a sickening crack.

As the lifeless body falls to the ground Philip gazes down and curses, “You peasants are even more malnourished then I thought. Soldier; give this fool a proper burial! As for the rest of you, how about you cooperate…..” turning his head, as if listening to a person behind him, Philip eventually turns back, “Uh… Deal with this sergeant, I-I will burry him myself.”

Roleplay from Philip
Flipping a golden coin into the air with practiced ease Philip thinks about all the talk of love.

"How history repeats itself," he says to no one in particular as he stares off across the Springs of Evora, "What did Paris say, 'Avamar, the land of Love' or something like that..."

Looking down into the water Philip turns his head quickly as his reflection shimmers into view, dropping the coin.

Averting his gaze from the pool he walks away stiffly with the screech of metal disrupting the forest.

In the pond a golden teardrop, shed by no one, sinks slowly to the bottom.