Canillia Altae Di Sylengi homine aux doigts agiles - ROLEPLAY

#87 Added by Canillia 2 weeks ago [fr]

In the hushed intimacy of the Yrkanis mansion, Canillia sat at her secretary's desk, ready to write the report for the Karan.
The subdued light from the carved amber lamps diffused a warm glow, while the Zigs, mischievous companions, chased each other merrily around the room.

Lea Cuini, his partner, was not one to respect social conventions, especially in the presence of Canillia.
Their relationship had gone through some turbulence, not least because of Canillia's commitments to the Alkiane Order.
However, they were now striving to rebuild their bond, emphasizing their love for each other.

Lea approached Canillia, placing her hands gently on her beloved's shoulders.

- Are you still working, Cani?

Canillia looked up, a tired smile on her lips.

- This report won't write itself, my dear.

Lea leaned over to place a kiss on Canillia's cheek, deliberately ignoring any formalities that might have been required.

- Take a break, if only for a moment.

Canillia sighed, grateful for Lea's attention.

- Okay, but just for a moment.

They sat together on the living-room cushions, watching the Zigs play around them.
The comfortable silence that settled between them testified to their new-found complicity.

After a few moments, Canillia stood up, determined to finish her work.

- I've got to get back to it.

Léa nodded, understanding.

- I'll be here when you've finished...

With a final smile, Canillia returned to her secretary, her heart lighter thanks to Lea's loving presence.

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Rapport de Serae Canillia au Karan Stevano

Yrkanis, Prima, Mystia 25, 4th AC 2632

Subject: Assessment of Ser Cinabre's tutorship, candidate for the post of Ambassador to the Federation of Lakes

Introduction :

In accordance with the mission entrusted to me, I have tutored Ser Cinabre with a view to his appointment as Ambassador of the Matis Kingdom to the Tryker Federation of the Lakes. The purpose of this report is to assess his skills, his integration and his ability to represent your Kingdom with dignity.

1. Profile of Ser Cinabre :
Origin and status : Ser Cinabre is a Matis subject, head of Maison Synoeca.
Son of a master caravanner operating between the Fyros Empire and the Matis Kingdom,
He grew up as part of the caravan, developing an in-depth knowledge of the cultures and trade between our nations.

Commitment to the Kingdom : As soon as he arrived in the Kingdom several cycles ago, Ser Cinabre paid homage to the Karan.
He steers clear of extremist movements and controversial political actions, demonstrating unwavering loyalty to the Crown.

2. Lake integration :

Participation in local initiatives : Ser Cinabre is actively involved in the "Marché des Petits",
organized in the Lakes by the Houses of the Black Dragons and the Talodi.
This initiative aims to provide affordable equipment for young homins, strengthening the ties between our communities.

Relations with local guilds: His commitment and open attitude have earned him the acceptance of the major guilds of the Lakes,
thus facilitating their integration and effectiveness as future ambassadors.

3. Additional comments :

Preliminary survey : The intelligence services, under my supervision prior to my resignation from the Alkiane Order, conducted an investigation into Ser Cinabre.
No compromising information was found.
His father, although involved in the trafficking of taxed or prohibited goods, never took part in reprehensible activities such as slavery or the trade in dangerous drugs.

Diplomatic skills : During his tutorship, Ser Cinabre demonstrated a definite aptitude for diplomacy,
a keen understanding of political issues and the ability to navigate with ease between different cultures.

Conclusion :

At the end of this tutoring period, it appears that Ser Cinabre has the qualities required to represent the Matis Kingdom to the Federation of Lakes.
His background, commitment and diplomatic skills make him an ideal candidate for this position.
I'll be recommending his appointment as Karan Ambassador to the Tryker Federation.

Respectfully,

Serae Canillia

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#88 Added by Canillia 3 days ago [fr]

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The "Écume d'Atys" tavern was a discreet refuge nestled in the heart of the Matis Kingdom, prized by those seeking to escape prying eyes.
The dark wooden walls, with their patina of age, were adorned with travel souvenirs and odds and ends, witnesses to the countless stories exchanged here.
The subdued lights of the lanterns diffused a hushed atmosphere, conducive to confidential conversations.
Customers, seated on worn velvet banquettes or around solid salina tables, murmured in low voices, creating a soothing hubbub.

Canillia took a seat at a secluded table in a secluded dressing room.
She ordered a dandelion wine and waited patiently.
Shortly afterwards, Lyssan made his appearance.
Tall and slender, he moved with natural ease, his piercing eyes scanning the room before joining Canillia.
He sat down opposite her and carelessly placed a rolled-up parchment on the table.

- Good evening, Cani, Lyssan murmured, inclining his head slightly.

- Lyssan, she replied, shaking her head. Do you have any news for me?

Lyssan glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned forward slightly.

- I have a lead on Aelyne's contract, he said in a low voice.
Ser Ciochini Cuisi, secretary at Ore Altae, is a compulsive gambler.
He owes my uncle a considerable sum.

Canillia raised an eyebrow, interested.

- Considerable how?

- Enough to make him desperate," replied Lyssan with a smirk.

Canillia raised her wine glass to her lips, pondering this new information.

- Do you think your uncle would be willing to assign this debt to me?

Lyssan shrugged.

- It all depends on what you're willing to offer in return.
But I'm sure we can work something out.

Canillia nodded, a slight smile on her lips.

- All right, then. Arrange a meeting.
The sooner we act, the better.

Lyssan nodded and stood up.

- I'll take care of it.I'll keep you posted.

He left the tavern as discreetly as he had come, leaving Canillia alone with her thoughts.
She finished her dandelion wine, her gaze lost in the flickering flames of the fireplace, already working out the rest of her plan.

#89 Added by Canillia 2 days ago [fr]

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Canillia enters a warehouse in the underbelly of Yrkanis.

The place smells of dust and damp,
The meagre light from the oil lamps casts flickering shadows on the rough-hewn wooden walls.
In the center of the room, a worn and cluttered table is surrounded by a few mismatched chairs.
Sitting there, Lyssan's uncle, an imposing homin with graying temples, smokes a bone pipe, his piercing gaze scrutinizing Canillia as she approaches.

- Well, mates, who's this? Little Canillia, back in the neighborhood,

said the uncle in a husky voice, a smirk on his face.

- Sit there, girl.

Canillia settled down opposite him, instinctively adopting the language and accent of her childhood.

- Hi, Uncle.
It's been a while.

- Yeah, a long time.
You've come a long way from the back streets of Yrkanis.
Now you come to me. What do you want, girl?

Canillia rested her elbows on the table, crossing her fingers.

- I'm not going to make a big deal out of it.
I've heard you have a certain Ser Ciochini Cuisi who owes you a lot of money.

Uncle raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

- It can be done.
Why do you care?

- I want to buy back his debt.

Uncle burst into a low laugh, shaking his head.

- You want to buy back his debt?

Listen, girl, business is business.
You've never been a rapist, but you're not tricardy, and your arm isn't as long as it used to be.
So, what can you offer me in exchange?

Canillia held his gaze, impassive.

- I can give you something more precious than dough: a favor.

Uncle stared at her for a moment, then smiled slowly.

- A favor, huh?

You know, in our world, what a favor is worth.

But tell me, what do you want to do with this cave?

Canillia leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice.

- Let's just say I need him to do me a little favor.

Uncle nods slowly, taking a puff on his cigar.

- Okay, girl.
I'll assign this debt to you.
But remember, a favor for a favor.
One day, and that day may never come, I'll come and ask you to do something for me.

Until then, consider this debt as a gift for your success.

Canillia nodded, aware of the weight of this commitment.

- Got it, Uncle. I never forget anything.

Uncle smiled, satisfied.

- Good. Now go do what you have to do. Now go do what you have to do.
And remember, family is everything.

Canillia stood up, shaking hands briefly with her uncle before leaving the warehouse, determined to carry out her plan.

#90 Added by Canillia 14.6 hours ago [fr]

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Ciochini Cuisi awoke in total darkness, a dull pain pulsing in the back of his skull.
The air was thick with humidity and a pungent musty smell.
Her wrists and ankles were shackled, the varynx leather biting into her skin.
The heavy silence was only disturbed by the steady drip of a water leak somewhere in the darkness.

Suddenly, slow, measured footsteps approach his position.
A door creaks open, letting in a flickering glow that casts dancing shadows on the walls.
A feminine figure emerges from the frame, her robust stature reminiscent of a Fyros.
Her face remains concealed under a hood, her rough accent betraying a foreign origin when she speaks.

- Ser Ciochini Cuisi," she murmurs in a husky, almost growling voice.
You have incurred a significant debt to influential people.

It's time to settle up.

Ciochini Cuisi swallows hard, his dry throat making every word painful.

- I...
I don't have the dappers.
Not yet...

Give me more time, please.

The woman steps forward slowly, her boots scraping the floor.
She leans in close to the archivist, her face still in shadow.

- Time is a luxury you no longer have, Ser...

The terror-stricken man shakes all over his body.

- ...However, there is an alternative.

A service in exchange for your debt.

Ciochini Cuisi's heartbeat quickened, a cold sweat beading on his forehead.

- What a...
what kind of service?

The woman rises to her feet, towering over Ciochini Cuisi.

- My employers want the original of a specific document.
Nothing complicated for someone in your position.
On the other hand, if you do not wish to be implicated by your employer,
You will ensure that no trace remains of the document's existence.

Ciochini Cuisi nods frantically, hope reborn in his befuddled mind.

- Yes, yes, of course. Anything you say.

The woman turns away, heading for the exit.
Before disappearing into the shadows, she throws over her shoulder:

- Don't fail, Ciochini Cuisi.

The consequences would be... regrettable.

The door closes with a sinister creak,
plunging Ciochini Cuisi back into oppressive darkness,
alone with his tormented thoughts and the weight of the threat now hanging over him.