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Author Topic: A Network Of Thorns  (Read 475 times)

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Offline Andrei Elbremov

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A Network Of Thorns
« on: Dec 03, 18, 03:12:39 PM »
His farms supplied many of the ingredients used to create the most basic alcohols. Brewmasters from all over came for the barley he grew -- the hops, the honey -- and Andrei was glad to provide it, for a price of course. He had contracts on the imports for fruits and other accouterments used in brewing, creating a vast network of food producers and consumers. Most of these connections had been established when his father ran the farms. But there were some that had grown in the years that Andrei had taken over.

In the Belaya Province, there was a man who brewed a very potent alcohol, one that was highly sought after by those blessed with Dark Jewels, who were cursed with the inability to get drunk off regular alcohols. Not only was he a brewer and connoisseur of more...exotic tastes, he was also part of the Reclaimer network. In those, he was a kindred spirit to Andrei, who enjoyed thwarting his father’s stringent regulations whenever possible.

But it didn’t necessarily mean that Andrei liked Killian.

At least he served a Rihland Queen and not an Eyrien or a Glacian one. As he strode up the walk with his hands in his pockets, Andrei’s suit, modified from a style not quite Tacean and definitely not Rihland, did little to protect him from the sudden gust of wind that tore at his long hair. It was unbound and whipped about his face angrily, eventually settling once again into a windblown perfect mess curling around his shoulders.

He knocked on the door briskly. Waited with his hands hidden in his pockets. The servant that answered the door fell under that dark, critical gaze. “I’m here to see Prince Killian,” Andrei purred. “I believe he’s expecting me.” Or should have been. Andrei tended to pick up this sort of thing from Killian monthly, though he rarely made an appointment to do so. He enjoyed the chaos caused by dropping in on others. It gave him perverse pleasure to see how it flustered others.

Usually, it didn’t fluster Killian at all, but still, Andrei tried.

He was seen into a small sitting parlor, where he sat with one leg crossed over the other at the ankle. He called in a small book on philosophical musings to read, to kill time, while he waited. He looked like a model posed for a painting, with his pressed suit and graceful posture, but should anyone besides Killian interrupt him, they would discover the glacial cold lurking beneath the surface.

Andrei conversed at his convenience, and usually, everyone else was just...inconvenient.

Offline Killian Ibsen

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Re: A Network Of Thorns
« Reply #1 on: Feb 04, 19, 11:30:47 PM »
The thing about returning to Belaya, to being part of the life there, meant that Killian was more or less involved with his parents on some level. His parents that were Eyrien sympathizers. That had not really understood Eyrien naming conventions when they named their son Killian. There had been one too many interactions when he had been younger - and not necessarily in Rihland - because someone had come expecting a Green-Jeweled female and found a male instead.

Regardless, associating with his parents meant that he had access once more to a few more buildings to use to store things. Killian was particular about the servants he used - as even if alcohol was no longer so illegal, there was still that concern - and most were actually other Reclaimer agents that worked with the business he ran. It was one of them that alerted him that Andrei had arrived, one of the few that could claim Reclaimer from the Reclamation had even started.

Closing the crate up, after double checking its contents, Killian moved through the building until he came to the sitting room where Andrei was waiting. There was very little that ever ruffled the Green-Jeweled Prince, though he knew that Andrei did enjoy trying. The issue was that to keep pushing often resulted in Killian pushing back or simply not participating until such time that a meeting necessitated it.

He still had not quite decided on whether or not Andrei was useful or not, regardless of the farm that he now ran and the stock that he procured from it.

"Prince Elbremov," greeted Kil, sliding into to sit across from him after a perfectly polite bow was given. "You're a few days earlier than usual." His head tilted, glasses sliding down his nose and a few curls fell into his forehead. Usually that implied that Andrei particularly enjoyed something and went through it faster but ...

Well, there could be something new. Killian could never simply assume with the Prince sitting before him.

Offline Andrei Elbremov

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Re: A Network Of Thorns
« Reply #2 on: Feb 21, 19, 04:57:25 PM »
When Killian entered the room, Andrei turned his attention upon the Prince with a slow adjustment of his head, as if taking the scenic route to get there. “Prince Ibsen,” the dark haired man purred in reply. He vanished the book with graceful flick of his wrist and watched Killian take his seat. Such a handsome man, with those curls and glasses. It gave him a…classic…style.

In response to Killian’s remark that Andrei was here a few days earlier than normal, Andrei adjusted his pose into a more businesslike one, lacing his hands together in his lap. “Yes, well, there are a few appointments of mine coming up that could not be rearranged so easily, so I thought I would…drop by…a few days early to see to…our business.”

Continuing with that nonchalant air, Andrei said, “I hope I am not intruding. Am I? I was under the impression that you kept your inventory up to date and ready to ship. I can come back…” He looked at his watch as though it also held his schedule written right there and then back at Killian. “Tomorrow, if not.”

It was minutiae, this banter. Yes, Andrei was here for the alcohol but he was also here for information, both given and received. As he waited for Killian to respond, he watched the other man with a slightly bemused expression on his normally blank face.

When Killian finally did get around to replying, Andrei tilted his head to the side just slightly, shifting that black silk hair from his shoulder. “Which…item of business would you like to discuss first?” he inquired. He’d let Killian Green-lock the door from eavesdropping if he wanted. Or they could speak freely. Andrei had little to fear from anyone in Belaya and if anyone reported his thoughts to his father, Andrei would handle that with his usual aplomb – a manipulative twisting of words and intentions that would guild his father into abandoning whatever trouble Andrei might be causing.

Offline Killian Ibsen

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Re: A Network Of Thorns
« Reply #3 on: Mar 23, 19, 08:26:38 PM »
"Today is fine," said Killian, waving his hand to dismiss the idea that it would need to be another day. He recognized the banter, all the same, the usual back and forth that happened. Killian was not someone who was easily ruffled or flustered. No, that took something rather particular.

"There is no intrusion either," said Killian. "It is more that if you enjoyed something, in particular, I wish to know it." He was a Prince, yes, but Killian was also someone who brewed and made a variety of things beyond just the ales, stouts, and otherwise. Otherwise, in his case, meant healing tonics and things that were perhaps a touch illicit. There was, after all, one of those within the Reclaimers that relied upon his production to continue operating. (Though that ate at the part of him that grew as his Healer nature showed itself.)

There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, at least, because the conversation - the familiarity and the back and forth - was an odd comfort of sorts. It was always enjoyable when one was able to be about another Prince who was prone to particularly cutting remarks or the sort of commentary that would take another individual time to figure out that they had just been neatly cut down with words alone.

Yet he did seal the room with his Green. Where Andrei had nothing to worry about, Killian did. His life as Steward and his life as a Reclaimer were not things that agreed with one another. "Which are you in the mood for?" asked Killian finally, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them with a cloth. His eyes were a pale gray, focusing and unfocusing as he glanced towards Andrei before he finally slid his glasses back on and saw the other Prince clearly once more.

"Though I would say it is best to get the simpler matters out of the way. What are you wishing to see restocked?" First business as a brewer and then they could discuss other matters.

Offline Andrei Elbremov

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Re: A Network Of Thorns
« Reply #4 on: Apr 03, 19, 10:48:55 AM »
When Killian sealed the room in his Green, Andrei looked up at the walls as though he could see it coating them. He snapped his fingers and a Red layer rested upon that Green, adding another rank of protection. His smug smile at Killian told the other Prince what he had done.  He found it a little amusing that Killian felt the need to go through great lengths to keep his allegiances hidden, whereas Andrei preferred to hide in plain, asinine sight. Being his prickly self meant that there were few who wanted to tangle with him, regardless of his Jewel.

He watched Killian clean his glasses meticulously, smugly smiling still even after the other Prince asked which alcohols he would like to see restocked. Andrei had learned a recipe for sake that he had shared with Killian’s network and now, every so often, small ceramic casks of the Tacean beverage would be found at one of Andrei’s small gatherings. But that wasn’t potent enough.

Andrei tilted his head to the side a little. “How did your efforts with the vodka come?” As manager of the Elbremov Farms, Andrei could easily supply the cereal grains and potatoes that were needed for the recipe. He hadn’t had much luck with it beyond knowing what ingredients it took but his forte was not distillations. But because the farms he managed grew sugarcane, rum was another alcohol that Andrei had a hand in illicitly producing, as well as the whiskey that came from his barley and rye crops. Basically put, if there was an alcohol with an ABV over 20%, Andrei had some part to play in its production but it was a part removed.

What Andrei had an intimate hand in was the plants used to make the more illicit drugs – medicinal or recreational – that popped up in Rihland. Thick tobacco plants, prickly sensimilla stalks, vines of nightmare seed – these plants grew in very private gardens that Andrei maintained absolute control over as far as their personnel and management.

Regardless of Killian’s answer about the vodka, Andrei would definitely be interested in another cask or two of whiskey. He was not fond of the drink but some of his compatriots were and Andrei liked to keep enough of a preferred product on hand for his…friends…when they came over.

Once he had expressed interest in the whiskey, Andrei called in a cigarette, lit it, inhaled deeply and then, as the smoke blew out of his mouth, asked, “And how are those distilleries of yours doing? Keeping hidden, I hope. Those Enforcers can be rather…thorough.

Offline Killian Ibsen

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Re: A Network Of Thorns
« Reply #5 on: Apr 24, 19, 07:37:17 AM »
There were days that Killian wished he could simply not bother hiding himself. The problem was that there was too much in his head--too much Reclaimer and Rihlander knowledge--that would be problematic if learned by anyone that worked against them. It made him particularly paranoid at times but then he was a scholar and he knew, far too well, what happened to those that could not successfully hide themselves from their enemies.

To be frank it was nothing good and nothing he liked to think about. Which was why talking about alcohol, brewing and otherwise, was a far better topic. "It depends," replied Killian with a wry grin, who had only made vodka a few times back in Dhemlan when he had been part of the Academy. "Would you consider it successful if it both tastes as it should and knocked a Sapphire Warlord on his arse after a couple of shots."

That was the thing about him and anything he brewed. It was also why his stores were particularly sought after. Anything made by him was almost guaranteed to be effective on even those with deep standing in the Abyss. Granted, a fair portion of what he used came from Elbremov's farm--which there was an irony to using the fruits of that land to make something that was no longer illegal but not smiled upon--and that meant that Andrei could benefit from his talents and skills.

Killian honestly preferred making alcoholic beverages versus the more illicit, narcotic tonics and otherwise, he knew how to make. (It sometimes felt like a betrayal, as if he were not doing justice to the Rihlander Healers, but he pushed that aside because, in the end, he was doing what it took to make sure there were going to be more Healers of Rih.)

It would be no matter to get Andrei a couple of casques of whiskey, something he usually included anyway (the Red-Jeweled Prince was not a fan but there were many that were). Killian made a note of it, running a mental tally of what would need to be gathered in addition to what he had already prepped.

Gray eyes cracked back open, mental arithmetic done in less than seconds, and focused upon Andrei. "Ever as they always are. Perfectly hidden in plain sight so as to not draw suspicion." A breath was released. "Though I admit that I was on edge for a bit." The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a displeased smile. "It has passed but when Lady Kollen bonded an Enforcer I doubled down on security."

Andrei would have remembered it. Killian had been particularly testy at the time, not willing to verbally spar or engage in such and simply shutting him down. That had calmed after a month or so but ... Well, it had not been fun to deal with him unless you were a certain Green-Jeweled Warlord Prince.