Fontaine Family/Tonks
History
The Chase
For weeks, Lianna had been leading Tonks on a merry chase. Somehow he always knew where she was. She finally headed back to Luria, to rest and enjoy a bit of her bounty. She traded a few letters with Tonks.
| Letter from Tonks | |
| Lovely Lianna,
I convalesce in Giask, got bored of waiting for the Emperor and even the Knights he sent to pay me are nowhere to be seen. I've blown my cash and took a job going crypto to crypt but I took a rusty dagger to the side and now I must wait. At least the guildhouse will still admit me if the bordello will not. | |
| Tonks | |
| Letter from Lianna | |
| A rusty dagger? I do hope you have let the healers of the guild take a look. Such a wound can fester and worsen if not attended to properly. I am about a day away, if you would like for me to come check you out myself. You really should stay away from those bordellos anyways... They are painted and fake women that don't know the true meaning of the word pleasure. You really should deserve something better after all your hard work, plus you might just catch something worse.... | |
| Lianna | |
| Letter from Tonks | |
| I won't let the guildlings see me wounded, it would do terrible things to their morale. Check me out, hah! I am feeling better already, his little pigsticker caught me by surprise is all. Are you calling off the chase so soon? The girls here, not so bad, they are cheap, warm and uncomplicated. Still.. if you are on your way... I can rustle up 5 Silvers for a an appointed suite. | |
| Tonks | |
| Letter from Lianna | |
| Tending to a scratch wouldn't hurt their morale, they might think yer human after all. And here I thought you wanted me to check you out hah!
I wasn't calling off the chase, but merely trying to be concerned, the chase of course no where near worth your health. A dead man can't chase me now can he? I has plenty of gold to rustle us up both decent rooms if you need to rest longer, I even have enough to pay for a decent healer to be sure you up to continue the chase. But of course, that is up to you...Perhaps one day we can even compare scars.... | |
| Lianna | |
| Letter from Tonks | |
| I'm bored waiting for these damned bureaucrats to pay me for this warhammer. I'm chasing down a lead in the sewers, in the meantime, cultists or something I heard.
How about, you come to Giask, I'll tidy up and we can hit the theatre district. I'll have the girls arrange a shave and a haircut- one of their lesser services - and pick up my best jacket and boots from the cleaner. I'll even trade my working mace and buckler for my finest epee so we dont draw to much attention but can be ready for anything if you are up for mischief. Which I think you are. | |
| Tonks | |
| Letter from Lianna | |
| I am in Giask now, but I've traveled fifteen hours straight. I am in need of a bath and a bit of rest... Then I will find a modiste to procure a dress.... Something I haven't worn in quite some time. Mischief is always on the table.... | |
| Lianna | |
The Tavern
Tonks was having a great day.
He'd had grand success with Emtorkin the sage, the blessed warhammer was repaired and stronger than ever. The fierce warhammer was heavy and gleamed with power, but the Ranger hefted it effortlessly. He couldn't imagine taking it into combat against the rogues; this was the weapon of an Emperor – and he was not letting it out of his sight. He snapped it into the chestnut case with silvered fittings while he prepared for his hot date.
The ladies of the Giask bordello were very accommodating – a cheap (if noisy) room, hot water laid on and a respectable breakfast, among their other services. They'd thrown in a shave and a haircut today. He whistled as he dressed in best jacket, crisp shirt and shiny boots. Although blunt weapons were normally his thing, no-one wanted a mace swinging on your hip while trying to entertain. A short, thin epee on an embroidered baldric would have to do, utilitarian and would go without notice in the finer parts of town. Good enough – he thought – and snatched up the warhammer case and went to dinnner.
Lianna was waiting by the bar when he sauntered into the restaurant. It was middle classy, too good for dirty trademen but just right for merchants and minor nobility – just right for a Royal Ranger and his lovely friend.
Silently he took her hand and kissed it, and she grinned. “This has been a long time coming”, she said, indicating the restaurant with her drink in hand. Indeed, she had led him a merry chase across two continents. Tonight, they would celebrate.
“Which one is the salad fork?” whispered Tonks, as their first course was served. Lianna graciously schooled him in the table etiquette he was denied, having been raised by his brothers.
All around were the sounds of entertainment from happy diners – until the doors clattered open and three armed men barged in.
The first, a bully with a crossbow and a nasal helm, forced the maitre'd away from the door. The second, a scar-faced man secured the doors and pulled down blinds. The third, a hatchet wielding thug addressed the throng,
“Everybody be cool, this is a robbery!”
The thugs were only to happy to go booth to booth, shaking down patrons for their jewelry, coin purses and billfolds.
Nasal covered the shaking crowd from the door, panning slowly with his crossbow. Scar was in the managers office, no doubt working his way into the safe with or without the assistance of the proprietor. Hatchet worked his way down the booths with a sack, prompting people to deposit their wealth with the threat of immediate violence. Tonks was busy devouring some sort of salmon dish off a cedar plank.
“This is really delicious”, he said, shredding the sticky meat with fine fork. Lianna shook her head with a grin and watched the brigand approach. Her dress was sheer, and slinky – hardly anywhere to have secured a weapon. Not that she needed one.
Hatchet approached and shook his bag angrily. Tonks nonchalantly flipped his billfold into the bag and pushed his clean plate away with a content sigh. Lianna frowned and busied herself with the clasp on her beautiful pendant. Using his axe as a pointer, Hatchet points to the case.
“Open it up”, he snarls. “'Fraid I can't do that”, says the Ranger. “I didn't hear you”, says Hatchet, narrowing his eyes with menace. “Yes, you did”, says Tonks, matching his gaze cooly. “You open up that case, or Princess here is gunna get my special attention”, he sneers, and Lianna recoils in disgust.
“You win.”, says Tonks raising his hand off the case, “It's all yours.”
Hatchet flips the locks and opens the case, revealing the gleaming contents which glows with silvery power, illuminating the wretched crook.
“Is that what I think it is?”, he utters softly. "Yes.", agrees Tonks “It's beautiful.” "Yes."
Hatchet SLAMS the case closed and grabs for the handle.}}
