[P] Toulouse: A mission

[Raum]

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

 

A crow lands upon the windowsill. Its head cocks listening to the sounds of the trees whispering their midnight dreams. Then it bends forward and tap-tap-taps with its raven beak upon the window. Tied to one of its leg, bound by silver ribbon and sealed with a crimson wax stamp is a piece of parchment. Upon opening, it reads:
 

Toulouse,
 
The Night Court sleeps too well. There is much I have planned, but the first is that I ask you and a chosen few to go to the three food stores in the East of the Night Court, not far from its citadel. Under the cover of darkness you will blow up each that you find. If you are caught, and you value your tongue, you will reveal nothing of the Regime to any who ask. If you are seen, you will not return to Solterra by the usual routes, Isra has spies, I know this for certain. If you think you are being followed, you will not return at all. 
 
I am sending three others with you. You are to meet them, three days from now, at Richter’s Cave in Elatus Canyon. There you can plan your travel. If you or any of the others should speak of this mission to any outside the Regime, or speak out of turn, I will know and a life will be forfeit.
 
You have 2 weeks. I will wait to hear of the explosions.
 
Good luck,
 
The Regime.

 
With that the Crow takes flight, leaving only a solitary black feather in warning.

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@Toulouse - eeee a challenge is set! This plot has been approved with Nestle and will lend itself to following plots too. If you are uncomfortable participating, please let me know. Maybe have a chat with the other 3 players (@Griffin @Zombie @Firefly) to arrange a thread (either in Elatus Canyon for your characters to meet and plan, or straight to Denocte!) <3 you!

[Tuolouse]

home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread



He was expecting an owl.

So it did not surprise him when he heard the papery flutter of wings outside his window, or when a beak tapped a rhythm upon the glass. What did surprise him, however, was his visitor’s inky black appearance, and the silver ribbon with which its letter was tied.

Toulouse pushed the window open, taking a moment to appreciate the cool bite hovering in the air outside. Winter was near - or at least, a thing as close to winter as the desert could get. He missed the coolness of fall, the vibrant colors of leaves changing colors and decorating the the forest floor. Simple things, things he had never truly appreciated before his relocation to Solterra.

“Where did you come from?” he crooned, leaning forward to untie the delicate ribbon from the crow’s leg. It fell like silk in his grasp, fluttering to the windowsill. He took a moment to appreciate the emblem pressed into the wax, before breaking the seal an unrolling the parchment. Candlelight dances across the words on the page as he lifts it to read.

His eyes widened ever so slightly. This was certainly not the letter he was expecting.

But by the time he reached the end, a smile as subtle and slight as the crescent moon outside had begun to creep across his face. Collecting the ribbon and the fallen feather from the windowsill, Toulouse pulled the window shut.

The instructions are still echoing in his mind as he carries the letter to the wavering candle, watching as the flame consumes it bit by bit.

Challenge accepted.

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