La Maison Soloumbre: Evening of April 10th

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Moral Machivelli
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Post by Moral Machivelli »

"Really, this is most tiersom." Buchvold remarks to a fellow member of the Borcan cell, Marcu Solda by name. "I have made no preparations for such an event and I fear I will be fourced to sleep outside. If only I could see the future..."

"What is it, Brother Buchvold?"

"Nothing of importance, Brother Solda. Now, touching on the matter of..."

OOC As he appears to have time on his hands, Buchvold will be investigating one or two people. Nathen, Please check your PM box.

Also OOC Buchvold is actually saying "If only I can see the future" It may not look clear. This is a innuendo warning to Serd, that Buchvold suspects their meeting will be watched through magic.
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The slim gentleman was dressed in a robe of deep green silk, trimmed with gold and a lustrous scarlet. It was the type of ensemble that seemed to literally drip with both wealth, and yet a curious type of simplicity. His slender limbs rested easily in the lotus position, and his hands were carefully folded before him and resting in his lap, palms facing upwards. Something to catch the eye of the observant was that his fingernails had been allowed to grow to a length that was unusual, each of them extending out at least half an inch, clearly well cared for and exquisitely manicured.

Another curiosity in the fellow’s appearance was his extravagantly lengthy beard and moustache, both of which extended down to waist. This facial adornment had been no less well looked after than his nails, and hung perfectly straight and precise. His eyelashes too were unusual in their length, though this was harder to see at present as his eyes were closed in the slightly gloomy tent in which he was sat.

An aura of perfect stillness seemed to hang in the room, and it was only by the rare rise and fall of his chest that one could tell that he was alive and not a perfect wax model.

Beneath this façade of calm thought, the truth was that there were innumerable thought streams bouncing through the mind of Li Shou Ding, for such was his name.

There had been much to capture the interest of the quick minded and strong willed in the course of the many lectures that had been given out in the time that he had spent there at La Maison Soloumbre, and he planned to give each of them their own moment of pre-eminence in his thoughts, that he might be certain that none of the subtleties had been missed, but for the moment he was focusing the majority of his mental reserves on the lecture by Loder.

Shadow magic was one of his own primary fields of interest, and it was always… Interesting, to hear another’s take on it, though his own intellectual arrogance had of course ensured the Li Shou had left wordlessly after the lecture; perhaps he would have allowed himself to be outwardly dismissive, had he felt a pressing need to converse with any of the other Brothers.

On such days though he generally preferred to keep his own council, something that was on occasion made easier by the others’ reserve around him….

Aware that his thoughts were drifting slightly he effortlessly pulled them back on track, feeling out some of the major precepts of Loder’s work and finding several of them to be worthwhile in their own way. Others of course were dismissed out of hand as being ill conceived or thought out. This manner of mental cherry picking was very much par for the course with Li Shou, and he had done it for a long time, going through lectures, taking what intrigued him, and then building his own thoughts from them.

Still, there was little point in drawing up any definite conclusions yet; these things took time to sift through. Fortunately though his mind worked in such a way that he was able to go back to the past at his leisure, and peruse what was there, often taking something new from it with each different occasion.

As time passed he went through the rest of the day’s lectures, luxuriating over the knowledge and the potential discoveries these stepping stones could bring, but before too much time had passed he felt it wise to pull himself out of his near-trance state, for whilst he could inhabit a fascinating world behind his own eyes, he couldn’t actually eat there…
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