Part I
?The enemy of my enemy is my friend.?
~Arabian Proverb~
It took four months for Wraithburn to track down suitable prospects for his upcoming venture. Although Mister Howe has a sizable collection of enemies in Rhy?Din, few have the resources or potential to meet Wraithburn?s needs. Of those few all of them are well-known for their moral integrity. This presented more challenges than anticipated. In a place like Rhy?Din Wraithburn?s best options were apparently the do-gooders. It is hard to seek allies in a war that will require underhanded maneuverings when all of your options infer distaste for such tactics. In this case, need outweighs preference and he will take what he can get.
He was able to narrow his list down to the Baron of Saint Aldwin, Alain DeMuer, Belial, Leader of the Blood House Onyx, and the Barrister, Lucien Mallorek.
After several more months of digging, Wraithburn began to unearth some skeletons. Perhaps the altruistic illusion they cast isn?t all that defines them? They may have done an excellent job of covering their pasts, (and in some cases their unsavory presents) up but everyone has a skeleton or two buried in their closet. All one needs is persistence in order to find them. Money doesn?t hurt either. Wraithburn can be very persistent when it comes to getting what he wants and he?s accumulated quite the wealth over his many years of existence.
If one is going to live in this object-oriented reality one might as well enjoy every luxury and comfort.
Each of his chosen options has met Wraithburn?s criteria. Whether they would approve of his demands and tactics remains to be seen. If he plays his cards right none of them will suspect anything is amiss until it is too late and Howe is facing his comeuppance. No one gets away with threatening Wraithburn without severe consequences. If there are a few casualties along the way, Wraithburn views it as collateral damage. Well? That is if he bothers to contemplate it at all.
Wraithburn himself is an enigma, few know anything about him and none of them reside in Rhy?Din. Sure, he?s had dealings in the city in the past. As a collector of fine things, (relics, more specifically relics of great power), his path has led him here on and off for several decades now. He?s made some fine acquisitions? and some awe-inspiring deals. In fact, the reason he is in Rhy?Din now is to make one such deal. However his client seems to have vanished. Wraithburn hears that happens a lot in this strange, unusual realm. He?s been assured they will return soon. However ?soon? is relative to one?s perception.
Instead of the anticipated awe-inspiring deal he ran into Howe. A demonic dirtbag that desperately needed a stern putting down as far as Wraithburn is concerned. Heck, the scum was practically begging for it! The demon made outrageous demands. Wanting Wraithburn to hunt down a list of some of the most powerful objects known to actually exist. Howe claimed they were for some God he?d up and allied himself with. In other similar situations Wraithburn might have been curious. He might have even requested a meeting with said God. Get in a few good sales pitches and maybe line his pockets while earning a potential tool. It has always been Wraithburn?s modus operandi.
If only Howe hadn?t been such an annoying demonic pig.
But he was.
Howe had a lesson coming and Wraithburn is only too happy to teach it.
Steel grey eyes look over the house where it was rumored the Baron lived in New Haven. It didn?t look as if too much effort had been put into the defenses of the place. Wraithburn knew such things were deceiving, particularly in a realm where magic mingled with high tech runs rampant. He moved cautiously up the walkway to the front door. There he withdrew a wax-sealed envelope and placed it on the front door step. It was marked for the Baron?s eyes only.
?Baron DeMuer,
My name is Wraithburn. I am a broker of powerful objects. Something that I believe would be of some value to you, in particular, has fallen into my hands recently. I cordially request a meeting with you to discuss the details. Meet with me at Teas?n Tomes Wednesday afternoon around 5p.m. by the Northern Clock. The objects I have in mind may help rid you of a certain pestilence plaguing Rhy?Din. Please come alone.
Cordially,
Cornelius Wraithburn?
Without further ado he spun on his heels and strode away confidently. If Wraithburn has successfully profiled the Baron the man is most likely to meet with him if for no other reason than his curious and investigative nature.
?The enemy of my enemy is my friend.?
~Arabian Proverb~
It took four months for Wraithburn to track down suitable prospects for his upcoming venture. Although Mister Howe has a sizable collection of enemies in Rhy?Din, few have the resources or potential to meet Wraithburn?s needs. Of those few all of them are well-known for their moral integrity. This presented more challenges than anticipated. In a place like Rhy?Din Wraithburn?s best options were apparently the do-gooders. It is hard to seek allies in a war that will require underhanded maneuverings when all of your options infer distaste for such tactics. In this case, need outweighs preference and he will take what he can get.
He was able to narrow his list down to the Baron of Saint Aldwin, Alain DeMuer, Belial, Leader of the Blood House Onyx, and the Barrister, Lucien Mallorek.
After several more months of digging, Wraithburn began to unearth some skeletons. Perhaps the altruistic illusion they cast isn?t all that defines them? They may have done an excellent job of covering their pasts, (and in some cases their unsavory presents) up but everyone has a skeleton or two buried in their closet. All one needs is persistence in order to find them. Money doesn?t hurt either. Wraithburn can be very persistent when it comes to getting what he wants and he?s accumulated quite the wealth over his many years of existence.
If one is going to live in this object-oriented reality one might as well enjoy every luxury and comfort.
Each of his chosen options has met Wraithburn?s criteria. Whether they would approve of his demands and tactics remains to be seen. If he plays his cards right none of them will suspect anything is amiss until it is too late and Howe is facing his comeuppance. No one gets away with threatening Wraithburn without severe consequences. If there are a few casualties along the way, Wraithburn views it as collateral damage. Well? That is if he bothers to contemplate it at all.
Wraithburn himself is an enigma, few know anything about him and none of them reside in Rhy?Din. Sure, he?s had dealings in the city in the past. As a collector of fine things, (relics, more specifically relics of great power), his path has led him here on and off for several decades now. He?s made some fine acquisitions? and some awe-inspiring deals. In fact, the reason he is in Rhy?Din now is to make one such deal. However his client seems to have vanished. Wraithburn hears that happens a lot in this strange, unusual realm. He?s been assured they will return soon. However ?soon? is relative to one?s perception.
Instead of the anticipated awe-inspiring deal he ran into Howe. A demonic dirtbag that desperately needed a stern putting down as far as Wraithburn is concerned. Heck, the scum was practically begging for it! The demon made outrageous demands. Wanting Wraithburn to hunt down a list of some of the most powerful objects known to actually exist. Howe claimed they were for some God he?d up and allied himself with. In other similar situations Wraithburn might have been curious. He might have even requested a meeting with said God. Get in a few good sales pitches and maybe line his pockets while earning a potential tool. It has always been Wraithburn?s modus operandi.
If only Howe hadn?t been such an annoying demonic pig.
But he was.
Howe had a lesson coming and Wraithburn is only too happy to teach it.
Steel grey eyes look over the house where it was rumored the Baron lived in New Haven. It didn?t look as if too much effort had been put into the defenses of the place. Wraithburn knew such things were deceiving, particularly in a realm where magic mingled with high tech runs rampant. He moved cautiously up the walkway to the front door. There he withdrew a wax-sealed envelope and placed it on the front door step. It was marked for the Baron?s eyes only.
?Baron DeMuer,
My name is Wraithburn. I am a broker of powerful objects. Something that I believe would be of some value to you, in particular, has fallen into my hands recently. I cordially request a meeting with you to discuss the details. Meet with me at Teas?n Tomes Wednesday afternoon around 5p.m. by the Northern Clock. The objects I have in mind may help rid you of a certain pestilence plaguing Rhy?Din. Please come alone.
Cordially,
Cornelius Wraithburn?
Without further ado he spun on his heels and strode away confidently. If Wraithburn has successfully profiled the Baron the man is most likely to meet with him if for no other reason than his curious and investigative nature.