7th Frost, 4621
The streets were quiet at night, the sound of the alleyways were quiet, yet for a fledgling Corvo, it was still a vulnerable time. Salen had a mission to complete, one which would require him to blend into society very well. Daravinic gowns and regalia were the dress code, meaning that he had to dress in accordance with the devotion of Ulen. Much to his dismay, this was something that wasn’t in the Brotherhood’s code of conduct. Infact, most of them hung around naked. Bel’s regions showing the great fruit of Amurlain. Salen had been given a code, a dagger and a fake name to go by as he looked at his card. He ripped it to shreds, memorizing every detail clear as day as he walked over to the exquisite mansion.
It appeared to be a grand structure, gilded with turquoise and white marble, conjoined by a garden and a fountain with a statue of Ulen on top of it. It appeared that Daravin was full of zealots; Salen disapproved of the religion of Ulendreaism after all; the promotion of slavery because the lower classes were not in Ulen’s favor reigned tyranny within the Omen. Something that Salen didn’t exactly approve of. He despised it; the burning anger inside him radiated, as he had been there before. He didn’t have that problem. After all, he would not want to mess up his assignment. To acquire information about an alleged unhappy wife’s ordeal. Entente were strange people in their ways of merit-based politics, he was the more powerful of them, therefore he was the talk of gossip within this area.
He walked up to the Servant who appeared to have had a list in his hand as the male walked towards the servant, hoping that the name had been placed upon the invitation. It was normal for the Brotherhood to have insiders within the Entente; they were chameleons of high society. Beguiler appeared to be in effect as he smiled at the servant who appeared to be enamored by the man “Name?” He asked as he nodded with a friendly smile “Julian Vardani” He said with a nod as he looked through the list. Salen waited nervously, hoping that the plan wouldn’t foil. It was always something when someone can fake their own way, but with assistance and inside information. It seemed impossible.
“No, I don’t see your name on a list” He said as Salen narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist, appearing to be impatient with the servant. before he ends up glancing at the name right at the bottom “Ahh… Yes… Julian Vardani, my apologies, you may enter” He said; the charming smile he had turned into a smirk as he was let into the complex; now free.
The trouble begins…
The streets were quiet at night, the sound of the alleyways were quiet, yet for a fledgling Corvo, it was still a vulnerable time. Salen had a mission to complete, one which would require him to blend into society very well. Daravinic gowns and regalia were the dress code, meaning that he had to dress in accordance with the devotion of Ulen. Much to his dismay, this was something that wasn’t in the Brotherhood’s code of conduct. Infact, most of them hung around naked. Bel’s regions showing the great fruit of Amurlain. Salen had been given a code, a dagger and a fake name to go by as he looked at his card. He ripped it to shreds, memorizing every detail clear as day as he walked over to the exquisite mansion.
It appeared to be a grand structure, gilded with turquoise and white marble, conjoined by a garden and a fountain with a statue of Ulen on top of it. It appeared that Daravin was full of zealots; Salen disapproved of the religion of Ulendreaism after all; the promotion of slavery because the lower classes were not in Ulen’s favor reigned tyranny within the Omen. Something that Salen didn’t exactly approve of. He despised it; the burning anger inside him radiated, as he had been there before. He didn’t have that problem. After all, he would not want to mess up his assignment. To acquire information about an alleged unhappy wife’s ordeal. Entente were strange people in their ways of merit-based politics, he was the more powerful of them, therefore he was the talk of gossip within this area.
He walked up to the Servant who appeared to have had a list in his hand as the male walked towards the servant, hoping that the name had been placed upon the invitation. It was normal for the Brotherhood to have insiders within the Entente; they were chameleons of high society. Beguiler appeared to be in effect as he smiled at the servant who appeared to be enamored by the man “Name?” He asked as he nodded with a friendly smile “Julian Vardani” He said with a nod as he looked through the list. Salen waited nervously, hoping that the plan wouldn’t foil. It was always something when someone can fake their own way, but with assistance and inside information. It seemed impossible.
“No, I don’t see your name on a list” He said as Salen narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist, appearing to be impatient with the servant. before he ends up glancing at the name right at the bottom “Ahh… Yes… Julian Vardani, my apologies, you may enter” He said; the charming smile he had turned into a smirk as he was let into the complex; now free.
The trouble begins…
