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Session 1 - (ICD)

Started by Dray, March 19, 2008, 07:03:38 PM

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All afternoon each and every one of you had difficulty concentrating on your instructors and your school work. The Whisper meeting was finally tonight! It had been two weeks since the last one and as many months since a real one had taken place. Ever since the uncharacteristic guard rotation change and their unusual increased activity, the Whisper Guild had a hard time circumventing the government and getting together as a large group.

Not tonight though. Today, every member you ran into was instilled with excitement. Renee had used her influence (on Captain Jonathon Athol no doubt) to lighten the guard rotations around the Theater District entrances to Lowtown. And when Captain Athol was doing his beloved Renee's bidding, it was always mere child's play to get into the tunnel system.

So as the afternoon wore on, member looked at their watches, jumped from their seats when the clock tower bell ended a period and rushed the halls giving each other knowing smiles. As night fell and the final bell rang announcing not only the end of the school day, but the end of the week for the students, each member rushed back to their room to gather the necessary belongings. It would be two hands between class end and meeting begin, most used their time wisely. Some packed two days of clothes, knowing they would head out to either their parents house or their live-in apartments at their places of employment. Many hung out at the dormitories during the heart of the snowy winter, using the time to take showers in the dormitories, read the weekly newspaper or get homework done early. Very few left the school district as many of the others did. Those others, over two thousand students headed out to their ordinary lives abiding by a system without question and ignorant of any wrong.

The Whisper knew better.


Shannon entered her empty room and looked around. She had some expectations for tonights meeting...some good...some bad. Meetings like this were always filled with boring talk so she grabbed her art kit and some paper, placed them in her back pack.

She walked into the quiet hall and headed outside. She did have some excitement towards the meeting was a course of action to at least discussing ideas of how to change what seemed to be an oppresive way of life under the guise of freedom.

Walking into the winter air was invigorating! Most of her classes she found boring excpet for her art classes...there she could cut free. She could make her imagination real and soar like bird.

She looked around for any nearby Guards. Secure that none were around she headed for the meeting looking for anyone else that would be attending.

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity


Temmit's last class ended, as it always did. Kids ran to and fro around the school grounds, going their own ways, getting their own things.

Temmit made his way alone to the Theater district. He liked the theater district. People were generally what they were, and allowed one to be what they were as well.

Plus, he could watch the guards' movements, and keep an eye out for any issues that might intervene with Renee's plans.

He walked idly about the district, noting any folks who were there, but were not usually so. Nothing led him to believe that there would be an issue with tonight's meeting.

He waited and watched, making his way to that specific entrance that Renee had indicated.
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Temmit watched the entrance that he knew gave the guild the easiest access to sneak into. As the snow fell about him, the hard populace, used to hard Winters, shrugged it off and kept along their way. Each person headed to a show that would start around 8 night-hand.

'The snow! Even invisible they would still show passage through the snow!' Temmit thought suddenly, but even as he did, the problem solved itself, and whistling to himself, Temmit walk merrly away to get his things.


As time drew near, each student unlocked their footlocker or pried within their secret cubbies and withdrew two draughts of the invisibility potions given to them at the last meeting. These potions were key to the success of the recent guild meetings and an absolutely brilliant acquirement of Renee's. Although they only lasted about a minute or two, that was more than enough time to pass by the guards at the stairwell entrances of Lowtown, and now that Renee promised the portcullis before the entrance would be raised just high enough for a child to crawl under, it would be easy-peezy.


Each student left the dormitory, giving themselves a little more time than needed to make it to the 9 night-hand meeting within Lowtown. As usual it was snowing, and at ankle height already.

As promised, even though there were two guards stationed in the Theater District at the ornate granite stairwell entrance to the underground, it could be seen by torchlight that the portcullis was indeed raised. And the worry from the walk over was abated by the forethought of the Captain, as it appeared that the guards had ordered the sweeping of the snow in all of the nearby streets and alleys in and around the entrance.

The draught tasted of pure blueberry sugar, it was hard not to drink it merely as a treat in-between the meetings, and one usually caught themselves licking their lips with the precious first moments before heading into the tunnels.

The tunnel system was not hard to traverse, and the secret door was in an out of the way back corridor that saw little use from the general public. 9 night-hand was a time chosen for a specific reason. Most of the others had left the school already and wouldn't be found in Theater Lowtown, and the shows and plays were in full swing above with captive audiences unaware of the mischief beneath their feet. It was easy for each member this night to make it to The Quiet Room.


Temmit took up a post, ostensibly watching one of the many shows that the Theater district was renown for. In actuality, he was strategically positioned to keep an eye upon the entrance to Theater Lowtown.

His purpose there was layered:
Whisper was a small gang filled with gifted individuals. But there were largely kids nonetheless.
He was always concerned that one of them would be childish. Foolish, actually.
He needed to be sure that none of the kids approached too closely before drinking their drought.
He needed to ensure that no one other than Whisper tried to enter through the portcullis.
There must be no shinanegans. He was always surprised that some kids didn't seem to appreciate the trouble that would come if Whisper were uncovered.

Temmit laughed at himself a bit. He truly needed to relax.

At length, as the meeting time approached, Leslie finished her performance and met him there, as he knew she would. They had found themselves in a serendipitous pattern: they would proceed together.
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Lucien, Though weary from his days activities in preparation for the meeting began to the passage, after drinking the invisibility potion. As he passed the gaurd, he couldn't help but to quietly tap one on the shoulder as he passed by, snickering as the gaurd looked around for the prankster, who had already made his way towards the enterence.


The guard put out his hand, face-up towards the sky.

"Think I just felt hail Lucious," he said to his comrade.


Shannon walked through the darkened streets. She loved the snow. It gave everything a different look and feel. A fresh snow had such energy and was also fun to draw. People loved winter scenes...especially of the countryside. Something about it gave everything an etheric quality and brought out the pure beauty that resides in all things.

She approached the portcullis. She looked about to see if anyone was watching. Settled with the notion that no one was, she ducked into an ally and swiftly guzzled her potion. Tingles emanted through her and the taste was positively addictive!

Shannon stepped back out into the street and continued towards the open gate. Stepping through she could smell the musty air and knew a night of plotting was ahead...or so she hoped. Creeping down the stairs in silence she headed for the secret meeting room.

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity


As members filed in, most greeted each other with smiles, handshakes or hugs. There would be only a few of the younger children here this night, for the usual lateness of the meeting didn't agree with curfew. Although some dormitories had Residents that were very casual about Friday night roll-call, since it was so hard to keep track of, it wasn't very common.

Renee, as was typical, was the first one to be seen. Tonight she had on yet another one of her beautiful dresses. This dress was forest green and covered her from the top of her shoulders to the bottom of her very boots, form-fitting at the top and flowing loose from waist down. She had her hair done up and tied back behind her head with pretty costume jewelry and had a few loose groups of strands framing her face. Pretty as always.

Emmanuelle was standing beside her, and the hope of the meetings importance that was within each member was confirmed as they enetered the Quiet Room. As also was typical, Emma used these meetings as a rare opportunity to dress below her normal station. She wore loose leather breeches and a peasant blouse, her school robe, with its symbol of Kaine draped behind her back and held by the crook of above her elbows. Her long brown hair was neatly combed straight. Although not wearing the same light make-up Renee wore, she was still absolutely lovely.

There were at last count, 37 members in the Whisper, and it was starting to appear that most of them were going to be in attendance this evening. Quite the meeting, since usually only a little more than a dozen usually could make it.

All three Whisper healers were in attendance. Kristen was still in her clergy uniform, she was yet another lovely girl with long blonde hair. She was normally quiet but quick to smile. River, a boy with a crew cut who was as good at drawing blood as he was stopping it, was beside her as always. The going rumor that there was more going on between those two than being in the same house. Unlike her, he had taken off his Clergy school uniform and was wearing the familiar leather armor which spoke to his weekend plans, patrolling the wild lands. His big bearskin coat and a pair of snap-buckle snow shoes lay on the crates near the head of the room. And finally there was Will, a tall and lanky boy also still in his clergy uniform. Unlike the ever confident River, Will was the type of awkward friendly boy who was always tries to help but does so in a clumsy way.

One of the three Whisper Guards was in the room, David, along with his friends Mark and John are all members of the Protectors, soldiers through in through, but they also had a knack for stealth maneuvers and shadow gliding that their superiors in the House would find disturbing. David was wearing his typical black leather armor, with boots, shirt and cloak to match. Any entering the room knew by his presence here, that at least one of his two friends, if not both, were posted at key spots outside the Quiet Room. The fact that they were not seen when passing was always impressive to each member who knew they were out there.

When viewing Ashley, the guild's administrator, one could not escape the fact that not a single girl in the gang was unfortunate looking. Ashley was no exception to the lovely girls in the room. From the House of The Scribes, Ashley was an excellent choice to handle all monetary and supply requirements of the guild. She too was out of uniform and wearing padded leather armor skirt and leggings, with big fur-lined boots and a very soft looking knit sweater.

Yet another beauty was Hayden who sat on the very same crates and a little away from everyone else at the moment. A total introvert, she never spoke unless Renee addressed her directly in a meeting with a question, and even then most times she merely nodded or answered in as few words as possilbe. But respected the lovely girl was, for she was what they called the Whisper Shaman, a title taken from children stories that was appropriate for the girl drawn from the wild. For prophecies came from her lips to Renee's ears, and were always scary in their accuracy.

She was scantily dressed as usual, with a leather halter top and a leather skirt that was so short it gave her very limited modesty. (Many guys have always watched for a peek and have never gotten a glimpse, damned mindful she is). Whisper rumor had it that the girl always went straight to the wildlands each weekend, using only her school robe for modesty until she was out of public view. Cold and extreme temperatures had no affect on her. Renee asked the utmost respect for her, but as introverted as Hayden was, the rumors about who she really was, and what she did for Whisper were just as strong.

Those were the members of importance to Whisper, ones whose leadership was prevalent, and for all of them to be gathering at once spoke of many possibilities.


Temmit entered the room quietly, as was his way. His uncanny eyes flitted this way and that, taking in all who were there. Smokey surveyed the room too.

I told you she was going to break Whisper up! The crystal whispered in his mind. Why else would all these people be here?

Temmit smiled inwardly at the old story-teller. He split from Leslie as they enetred, and took up his customary position flanking Renee and Emma, where he could watch those in attendance as Renee spoke.

Interesting things were on the winds.
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Shannon, in typical fashion, took a seat in the back so as to be inconspicuous. Settled in, she took out her sketchbook and a pencil and began to draw. She recalled a landscape that she had seen as a small child and set it in the snow...the spirit of winter had struck her. She would occasionally look up to see who was about and listened for the start of the meeting.

One should never underestimate the stimulation of eccentricity


Xavier entered the Quiet Room and moved to stand beside his friend, River. They had spent some long days out patrolling the wild lands together on their days off. Both hoped to test their skills against a Kar'Thul.


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Soon, streams of kids came in, more than a meeting had seen in one place in its over 70 year history. If curfew wasn't so close to the meeting start for some of the younger members, many thought the whole clan would be in attendance, as it was, they were only 10 kids short of all 37.
Discussions filled with laughter and fun were erupting in pockets about the room. Renee and her two lieutenants, Emma and Temmit, didn't seem concerned. The Quiet Room was known for the lack of noise that could be heard outside of it, not what was required within.