Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:18:27 PM)
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Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:20:34 PM)
*It comes in the form of a letter, a prim business sort of envelope, from a very good stationary, sealed with a wax seal that is an eagle with two heads. Addressed as coming from Durgan, Transsylvania*
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:21:57 PM)
*He looked at the letter and moved to his sitting room to open it up useing his letter opener to try and keep the seal in tact when he opened it.. Then slipped it open to look it over with a raise of his brow..*
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:26:46 PM)
Mr. Fortman, I wish I could communicate under better cirumstances. It pains me to inform you that your Father, Jacob Smitz passed away quite suddenly on (timely date). We request your presense for the funeral as well as the dispensation of what estate there is. Please contact Joseph Cargyle, as he is the executor of the estate. There are other complications this causes that need to be discussed but it is best that it wait for a face to face. Yours Sincerely, David G. Beaglmen.
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:28:00 PM)
(okay this is not a name dalton would regonise as his adopted father who raised him correct?)
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:28:15 PM)
((correct))
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:28:20 PM)
(ok)
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:28:25 PM)
((I assume your adopted father gave you the name of Fortman))
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:29:01 PM)
(yes and they where human adopted parents who knew nothing of garou which is in his history)
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:29:18 PM)
(just checking to make sure i got the right responce ic lol)
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:31:54 PM)
((theres phone numbers and stuff included))
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:32:00 PM)
*He looked at the information of this mr. Cargyle.. Then he took in a deep breath opening his cell phone and if there was contact information he would call the man.. He found the whole thing odd, and a subject of much debate in the recent months.. He could not imagine himself having a name as Smitz that was for sure.. The letter was written in english that was a saving grace.*
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:33:52 PM)
*A heavily accented voice answers....yeah it's translvanian*
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:35:36 PM)
*He spoke in a rather bussiness tone, he did not seem at all emotional about any of this as he never knew his father..*I am calling to speak to a Mr. Cargyle?
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:36:41 PM)
*theres alot of babble and then another voice on the line, deeper* Ah english. I am Mr. Gargyle. To whom am I speaking?
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:37:30 PM)
Mr.Fortman
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:40:36 PM)
Ah yes. I wrote the letter regarding the matters of your father. Your presense is requested by interested parties for the dispensation of his estate. It is of importants to *lower words* the tribe. David, is an important man yes? Mr. Beaglemen requests your presense post hast.
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:41:39 PM)
And forgive my receptionist....hes a local hire.
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:45:16 PM)
*he listened to the man.. He began to frown when it went from a normal mistake to some tribal summons.. Looking back at the letter and the words "complications".. There was silence on Daltons end a rather long pause in fact before a responce was given* I would have to fly to this locaiton by means of a air plane.. *As if this was not the most comfortable means of travle for one with his rage* I am almost postive I will be delayed in such forms of travle by nosey air port security.
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:46:51 PM)
Certainly your...airport "gatekeeper" can arrange something as we are quite willing to have the pleasure of your company?
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:48:34 PM)
*He responded to him* possidbly if I left from a different location, as the location I am in now is sort of on high alert and no one seems to be going anywhere.. (He does have a connection in nyc at a secret lord sept there he could moon bridge from)
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:49:45 PM)
You need to travel to Burning Rock.
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:50:14 PM)
*He responded into the phone*I will head out as soon as possidble..
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:50:29 PM)
(And hes acutaly told his pack he was leaving )
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:51:45 PM)
If you have travel complications I am sure a cargo hold can be made available for your crate.
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:52:02 PM)
*yes the named European is poking at you verbally*
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:53:23 PM)
*He responded* please inform Mr. Beaglmen that I have recived his invitation and am on my way.
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:53:44 PM)
Of course.
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:53:54 PM)
*click*
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:54:49 PM)
*dalton would hang up, call on kaz and arron informing them and leaving them instructions, explain it to his mate which would be even quicker then explaining it to his packmates.. have a man to man talk with his son before heading out*
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:55:16 PM)
(Shall we get him to romania ?)
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 10:55:29 PM)
(or will we be rping the travle out as well?)
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:55:35 PM)
(yes ....fade out to Romania))
Windseeker (May 20, 2011 10:56:48 PM)
*the moonbridge opens to the cearn of Burning Rock. It opens and you are hit by the coldest damn waterfall you ever felt, apparently the pathstone is kept in a shallow cave behind it, a large black wolf is waiting for you staring at you*
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 11:00:07 PM)
*It took a moment of utter shock at the ice cold water hitting his black lupus frame soaking him to the bone, the fur extremly thick and midnight black with out another color even accented in it.. His lupus frame was not overly large but the muscles rippled under the thick lupus coat showing a decent amount of mass to him.. He moved out of the ice cold waters shaking himself off in every direction his sences clearly noticed the wolf infront of him even durring his insial attack of the frozen waters*
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Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 11:46:47 PM)
Dalton Fortman (May 20, 2011 11:48:29 PM)
ws Welcome. I'm
*He would follow quite silent... They knew whom he was perhaps not all of who he was thus keeping what they did not know on a need to know basis was the correct method*
*Your escorted to a stone building, hell it looks postively medieval, theres a large scarred tall man smoking a pipe.* I know english. You speak Romanian?
(This user is now known as Sound of Silence)
*He looked at the man*I most certainly do not speak romanian, I speak english, spanish the normal garou speach and such.. *He offered up more then he needed to in the answer and secretly could hear his theurge calling him mouth.. Though the place reminded him of the off handed nick name he was once given.. count chocula*
Would have been convenient. English not my best. I am on paper David Beaglemen, .....Here I am Sound of Silence. Son of (enough liniage to make his PB of 3 remind you you are a PB 0 Mongrel), Elder Galliard and lorekeeper of the Lords of Shadow.
*Dalton listened to the mans linage and was reminded of long winded silver fangs.. He did seem impressed by the mans deeds as a elder, did not look at all brow beaten or jealous of the mans deeds, more so proud to be in the presence of such a renowned lord.. Let alone a Lore Master, so rare and under rated.*
Your Father, Trackless Depths was murdered. I'd like nothing better to give you some tale of valour against minions of the Wyrm, but he was killed when trying to clean up a detail in your family. Your cousin Victor, has afiliation with certain circles that the tribe has wisely seen fit to eradicate. Your father was I understand it attempting to give your cousin one last opportunity to recant and return for judgement. I think we recieved your cousin's answer.
*Dalton was still in lupus for to make it easier to communicate.. He listened to the story of his fathers death, and his cousins deeds.. The wolf did not look at all ashamed of the deeds or emotionaly compromised of the news of a father he never knew having died trying to clean up a mess of a cousin whom he never knew. *
You yourself were born in a time of war. Your father was in America for a time. It was thought better for your safety for you to be given up for adoption. It probably saved your life as that same war took your mother from this world.
Now back to Victor. Have you ever heard of the Society of Nidhogg?
*He Stayed in lupus continuing to speak in lupus* no I do not
They used to be accepted. They were dedicated worshippers of Grandfather Thunder. They worshiped the night and his darkness. A bit extreme perhaps but acceptable or so we thought. Then some investigation was done. It seems they had unholy alliances with vampires, and of all things were working to bring about some sort of eternal darkness. It seems they had evolved into a cult that wanted to bring about the coming of the Apocolypse. Needless to say they lost perspective, and that is the least of there crimes. The Judges of Doom have done rather well cleaning the vermin out. There are a few followers of this camp on the fringes still. Your cousin Victor fell in with them and hid his associations for some time. One of our local Judges brought it to your fathers attention. As Victors associations seemed rather new, it was thought he could still be corrected. And as I said we got our answer.
Any questions so far?
*He answered*no questions thus far
Your father actually does have some assets, they can be liquidated for you or you can own a vineyard in Romania. *clearly the elder isn't interested in that bit* Your father was a practical man. Once he got word you were doing well in America after your first change he focused on local matters. He did have instructions on the event of his death however.
The first is that we contact you. You may witness the Gathering for the Departed if you wish. The second is a simple book. It's about your family and heritage. The third, he said that any unfinished business was to be passed down to his son. Victor is the unfinished business.
((yup your father was a bastard!))
*the elder studies you....perhaps he expected anger? A lust for vengence? Your silence interests him....of course all these Romanian bastards probably have children in America they don't even write!*
(?)
*He watched the elder seemingly unwhat touched by it all.. At the end of the conversation when they said he was to be passed down his fathers unfinished bussiness is when dalton chose to speak.. And to do it properly the younge philiodox shifted up from his lupus form, he was dressed in his black slacks his white beater with his bomber jacket.. The facial expression was missing so that any sort of emotion could not be conveyed..* Truly honored that you would call me all the way across the globe, to deal with this cousin of my estranged father.. But as I told the person whom I spoke to on the phone, the place I was at had closed there bridge because they are in the midst of a war. The sept I serve in the americas is in danger and I had to leave my pack, and the sept durring war time to answer this summons thinking perhaps it was of grave importance seeing how the person on the phone seemed to persist I take a bridge at the next closest location to arrive here before I could by means of plane. The person seemed
to understand the english language and seemed competent in the short verbal communication I shared with them, I was led to belive this was of such importance that needed my imidate attension I would leave such a place that i serve in america leave my pack to answer a summons from a tribal elder due to some serious situaiton.