Come, come look. Peer into my mirror-lake and watch the sequels of ripples. This now is the present..
{Leviathin in the World of Shadows]
Elusha VittergaustOrder of the RosesRank: Master
Ranking Amongs Europe: Grandmaster, One of Four
Status: Deceased, murdered, by his student
Principle: Vittergaust is best known as the right-hand who put together the body of and made short work of the enemies of the Earl of Canterbury and unfoiled some of the most hideous court plots against members of the English nobility against the English nobility that would have overthrown the crown long before the Mo'r Triath had ever touched the soul. His influence stretched in the Order of the Roses beyond borders to France, Italy, Germany, and even his birthplace of Russia. His crafts were learned by only the best, and so when he taught, his triumphs and failures were still on par excellence.
Resulting in a generation of great magnitude..from this man, his influence would influence others, and three would rise. His first, would prove his great failure. The second, would prove his magnum opus and the one he wished to give the written work to. The third, the rejected apprentice of the mad one and the one the second took on, became the blending of his old masters mechanism and the grandmasters humanistic approach to a cold occupation. He, too, exhibited such promise that Vittergaust taught them to form an odd intergenerational family.
During his life, he never told them that he was transcribing the Masterwork of the Age. This is akin to a bible among their kind; the tome of plots, instruments, tools, persons. Incriminating tales of how things were done and what with across the ancient world and beyond to the time of current European civilization. His secret would be one of the great causes in his death and this work, long thought to be the sort of fiction one entrances Noviate attention with, is so real that his remaining survivors are inluded in Leviathin's puzzle codes, or cyphers
Lady Claramae Aisling St. LaurenceHis mangnum opus, Vittergaust took on the girl if only to have a companion in his advancing age. When his attempts were refuted and he found her again in London, she was in possesion of a large store of wealth and the unlikely curiosity of no male guardian. Taking her keen hands he shaped them to be his pysician's apprentice, but it was Gottschalk who bid his master bend the woman's brilliant mind and hone her practiced aim. What came of it was a triumph and subsequent tragedy of the realized 'perfect weapon'. Calling her his 'unblemished English rose with Irish color and thorn," her bloom has not withered. With her abilities in medicine to politics, Vittergaust's early Renaissance exsistence was put into her.
Cypher 1
-Claramae-
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-Aisling-
Sir Alendral SorschalAlexander was to be the chosen prodigy of Gottschalk, though in time his master's mental malady was too much for his own master, Vittergaust to ignore any longer. At the behest of Claramae, Gottschalk was turned away and Alexander was given to Claramae, so that she might continue his education. Intelligent, but cold, his indifference to the life Vittergaust held in his ability to remain human was in stark contrast. Still, with Claramae's unusual penchant for remote stillness, he began to be coaxed to not only asking questions but humanizing the world around him once more. With his gift for illusions, he seemed a natural addition. He remained a distinct fixture in the trio in their years together.
Cypher 1
-Alexander-
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-smoke-mirror-
Claramae: "The plan is set into motion again, Voltaire. I am going to London, and before I go we are going to make sure that Thames river-bile will not be following suit" Suffice to say Joseph Larkin was no more of the 'Household' and was to meet the great Maker. "I trust you can begin the work on this, Maxamillion." Oh, would he. Dare one say that Voltaire would enjoy the chance to draw the life out of that London poor-swagger? Creeping, inch of grin pulled at the thin line before dissolving into the signature lack of expression that deemed them ones of the household. "Madame." Why had he taken to calling her this monicher for the droll, dry humor of making appropriate Madame Death? It would be that entity that joined her in marriage for a man to do so would be a feat of some fascination. Michael Vincere was her companion but broached not the subject of the woman exchanging her name for his. Independent means financied life, conjoined desires warmed their bed so not much else need be done of it. Claramae had lent herself to the noviates, finding them unused to her presence in the direct but more of a whisper in the back of their minds, a presence often gone or flitting about in circles they dared not try to understand but since the war and the coming of Janice, her presence breathed through the halls like a dragon bellowing out hot breathe. The impact was immediate and dazzling, the feeling in the aftermath somewhat strange. Where often she bent her rapiers now the lady was bending her wit. If indeed Krause, Mannering, and Kryptmann had a hand in wanting to abscond the girl, than there had to be reasoning behind it. Indeed she said to all in story that their assumptions proved false - but what if there was something they did not consider - what if it was not something inside, but something about the girl? Pages opened the doors to Laurence's personal study. In fact, it was two lower rooms and the upper where in her science was layed out.
Alendral: "Claramae..." he said with the urge of warning entering his tone. It was too much. It was a fools errand. This was the stuff of clandestine war, not the resources they possessed, a dwindling reserves of Spies drained by this blasted War. The finality in her voice, the organization. "..Claramae, this is well beyond the scope of our aims. Even if we were still in England, the resources would be daunting. The closer we get to this the more entangled we become with them. You're talking about a legacy that could make us the enemy of every country we know of--even Skye's court would balk at the implications at this. If what you say is true, than going into England is suicide. I can't allow it. Not with this. We have to look at this more carefully. They're here now... they could hunt you..or attack Janice than.. we're talking about resounding dangers. Numerous.. incountable dangers. "
Claramae: An urge of warning tempered with the rationality of fact. "Alexander. Clandestine war is what I have been bred for, if nothing else. God given purpose or simply the designs of fate. A Grandmaster's apprentice and appointment in both clandestine spy and militant orders. I can not begin to tell you why these things were done other than for this purpose. There will be halls of marble. There will be places of darkness. There will be everything that has been done and things not done. If they should come for me it will detere fascination from Janice and give you long enough to secure what little resources here we have. That masterwork can not remain in England. What is worse is if we stay immobile than we are as good as dead. There is too much at stake to only review, it must be reviewed, fetched and God be praised," she crossed herself, "Read for ourselves. If not destroyed all together. Otherwise this will never end. It will never cease, and we have no more room nor want to grow sick on loss." The papers in anothe area were stacked, slipped into a folio she picked up as she looked at him. "If both Vittergaust men have lost their life to this, and Danielle, I will not give Janice to them. I will not give one of the few things good in this entire world of ours to them to dismantle..and so help me..I will not give them you, either." (d)ce unfolded. Pulling up papers into her arm she ascnded the twisting stairway. "I will figure you out, Mannering, " she whispered, "for this has an air of you about it. Puzzles. Cyphers. Krause comes so far but you, you are the master of a riddle. I will figure you out." (d)
Alendral: "For Krause and Mannering to pool their resources speak of a need greater then the two of them, does it not?" the voice came from the SPymaster himself, who had slipped in quietly past Voltaire, so wrapped in her mind that he was able to exploit weakness enough to follow--one of the few who truly could, truth be told, but sufficed to say he had come considerably far in the world. Without say muching else, he took a small bit of papers to share the load, his expression drawn into inscrutable mask--clearly Alex had been dwelling on much the same subject, but where Laurence occupied herself with the goal, Alex chose to analyze the men involved--unfortunately, such path lead to only the conclusion that whatever they hunted was grave indeed. "Krause is a man who fancies himself the man who can succeed Gottschalk and his failings, yet Mannering venerates him like a child holds Father as god. Memory serves me, the two never saw eye to eye on anything. " which was why Alex had never considered Mannering working directly beneath them--Mannering himself considered himself in the position Gottschalk once held over his students, and some, like Kryptmann, deferred to him as readily as Krause-others rebelled, and some paid for it. but even Mannering wasn't stupid enough to tangle with Krause, and Krause considered any conflict with Mannering as a terrible waste of resources that would leave them both weaker. "It doesn't make sense. Mannering, I can understand, revenge against Vittergaust... but Krause? Why would he want to settle the score with Janice?" explaining perhaps Alendral's sudden appearance--it was a piece of the puzzle he could find no place.
Claramae:the fact that he was but one of no less than three people in the world who could haunt her steps with neither recognition needed or required. Passing him a page of notes to go with the writings had,she began to speak to a shadow incarnate. "Attacking in broad daylight is as desperate as it becomes. One might say that Larkin was so set on pleasing his new master that the angles of his plan meant far little. It was obtaining the girl, ambition. The one man who might stand a chance against the likes of Vance was Larkin, so he was kept alive, which suggests they have followed our same trails for months." Frustration set in but it did not waver her voice, even lowering her eyelids did not crease the brow. "Which means that they had hoped to turn Vincere towards the same ends, but failed, bitterly. So then if they knew of Janice, why not take her from the convent long before we sent for her? Krause is far more crazed than Mannering so each man required the other's skill, Krause's ability to torchure and Mannering's to twist. It is also a symbol of merit...Mannering..Mannering was educated in university. So then it is...scholastic...." More shuffling of papers, more shifting to spread them out on tables to look for all evident signs. "have we then been wrong? Not being able to secure the Ducal family, the Pople too was here, and he was not harmed. Many a foreign body and chance for ample knowledge. ....Kryptmann, Kryptmann....the three of them, after something. It isn't promiment. it has nothing to do with Maubrey.... it might have, if they acquired it in time for fame, but..the work goes on beyond him. They have given not one qualm of thought to other employers.." She began to pace..."We must think...think differely..think further....think back." (d)
Alendral: "Kryptmann's a mercenary Claramae. His motives are simple, don't let them complicate things." He chided. Kryptmann was one of the easisest understood--Gottschalk's craft were a means to an end of him, and he cared about nothing but sating his own desires. "No. No, Maubery is just a fool. A patsy, who gives them resources in the hope that he'll bring them his gleaming little Empire. They pursue an agenda of their own devising. " he shook his head, grimacing, before a possible answer hit him square between his eyes. "... There is no reason for it. They could have had Janice any time they wanted before he came here, but they didn't. She was insignficant to both of them. Of course she would be--Gottschalk never met or even saw Vittergaust's daughter. " he replied bluntly. "...It's something new. When was Janice's Uncle slain? " he turned to pass a look at her, ghosts of threads aligned together, piece of piece before his own eyes. "...His uncle sent Janice away entirely... but then risked a message for us to retrieve her. Doesn't make sense. If he had been concerned for her safety after looking at the book he would have sent a missive to you first off. But he didn't. Something changed between the interim. Something that put Janice in more peril than he realized..."
Claramae: "He is a mercinary who' shand is being stayed when he could have annhilated half of what he was after by now..this agenda is so precise we must consider his assets into the equation, Sorschal." She chided back and invoked professional name, not out of lacking for their closeness but in the scientific proximity. If her mind walked the spheres of puzzles, logics, and aftermaths than her company could become somewhat sterile. "This is madness...this is utter ....wait. " She turned to face him and moved clockwork around the table "The reason would have to be that...they learned of her exsistence...but only after learning.....that his brother, was alive. Otherwise how...would they know. The girl was alive for years before they sent her to teh convent.......she was 14......Janice's Uncle was only just slain perhaps in the last few weeks, which means they'd been waatching, for longer. The three of them...for that long? They would never manage unless they were looking for something so great that it would benefit each man. ..WHY didn't I see it before." She clapped her hands together once, brough the finger crooked beneath her chin and went towards the shelves.. "Janice was sent away for looking at his books, Sorschal, his books! Jacob Vittergaust you enobled fool!" She said in anger at the dead, crossing herself though the man was a Jew and not a Christian. She pulled back paper after paper and pulled up the folio. It was worn, aged. "he had us write scripts..remember, to stay our hands....I had you dothe same of what he gave me.....of his work.....Sorschal.....Jacob started it..again." (d)
Alendral: The very suggestion of such a thing earned a raised brow, letting her mind tumble over the possiblities piece by piece. but where he fell short, she apparently pieced together a good deal of the rest. "...Surely you can't be serious. " he said with a creeping amount of dread. It was stupid--it was insane. his brother knew only tangentally of the life, he most certainly couldn't attempt something so dangerous, not with his own family involved. "...Claramae... if Gottschalk knew of a way to translate those texts he would have moved Heaven and Earth to retrive them. Anyone interested in preserving that legacy would stop at nothing to learn the few secrets supposedly withheld. Why in the name of God would that man put himself at risk such foolishness? " he shook his head and grimaced, moving to stop across the table and lean his hands down. "And.. even so, why Janice? Surely they could not be such fools to believe that she would retain any of their secrets. One look at the girl would tell you of her innocence in this. What secrets could they possibly hope to glean from that?"
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Claramae: "Gottschalk was Vittergaust's apprentice before me, and long before you were Gottschalk's. He has seen the works since it's inception. He gave us each a piece, tailored to us, but in no way was it the complete works. ....the poisons, the codex, cyphers, institutions of the continent,antidotes....instruction..precious instruction even so far as violation of doctrines." She walked counter clockwise around the table and beganto remember, "Why would his brother have begun to dabble....unless Jacob thought....to finish them. But why after all these years......unless....he had only...a portion.....oh none of this makes sense.." Another impass! Why would an established gentry member, retired physician at that jeopardize years of a decent life for this! ..Then it dawned upon her as if the sun were cresting over the study, blinding them. "Unless he was working....not..to finish ...but to..study....and what..Janice saw were his notes..like our copies..like our folios........but where would he even beginto get..them.." Think Claramae think! She began to shut her eyes and go back, far back. Back beyond this room - beyond this island - back to a place once called home wherein her hand moved not far behind her master's...."He...then...if a book...had to have bound what he had.....and if he bound what he had...if they were copies....this means that he was......guarding...guarding the originals! Oh....no.." She actually turned and began to tear her bookshelf apart with curious fingetips.."Sorschal..... I need you to look for the book....the book with the emblem on it...the dagger..and the rose......" (d)
Alendral: He remained silent in the face of the working for her clues, eyes narrowed gently but saying nothing, afraid to knock her off the path. But where she had grown feverish, he had remained calm, and with a frown, he'd slip to the bookshelf and begin to pull afew books till he found the one she was looking for. Dagger and the Rose...? it coudln't have been. With some degree of apprehension, he handed it to her. "...Vittergaust's...?" he asked, fearful to give voice to what he suspected it was. The path was becoming clear, but path was a terrible one, one that put Janice in mortal danger unknown to either of them. and were their suspicions and fear to be true? Then there would be no stopping either of them. It was an end-game for them, and they would stop at nothing to take it from her, even if they burned Skye in the interim to get it. Lord, for all this to suddenly find it's way to Skye! strange twists of fate that brought him to the island in the service of his old craft. It took every oune of poise and experience not to tremble...
Claramae:It was an elegant walk around the table, the scholar's debate pushing and pulling at maximum volume in her head..quickening her feet, making excitement rise in a still rather collected tone. One must keep one's wits about them she had told Vittergaust..
"Sometimes, dear child, your wits and senses will be hit quite hard. Even I know what fear is.."
That was when he rendered up a story to her a few hundred years old come from a generation of crusaders. There was once an order of knights that was formed and their purpose was to bring information back to the courts of Europe to dismantle the Moslem kings. There developed their codes, their principes and ethics. Slowly the order grew to many branches, until one day but one order wished to recieve the kings' glories. He unleashed a terror, annhilating all others of his brotherhood until but one branch of them remained, this terror was called Leviathin, and the secret to it's inception, to raising the private army, its funding, and even where the seat of it are hidden were said to be passed down only to one or two every so often...as a way to either quell the rogue or if one was crazed, to make themselves the last man standing. It was often given to men who wrote....The rose and dagger book was passed to Claramae where in she drew from her breasts the litte emblem of the same. Putting it in the lock, it opened, pages opening seeming of their own accord. "Once..there was.." She recounted the story to Sorschal from the pages of the book, the beginnings of what had been her own collection. Names, dates, places she had and only those fiercly loyal or the likes of Sorschal would ever see. They had stolen The Book of Accomplishment from the Church, the black Book of the Inquisistion. Between them they had enough to bring Europe to it's knees but what of securing a dynasty? One supreme legacy in a world of elegant subterfuge and masters of death. The way that detailed not only the tools of a man's day trade but that of his vice, his intrigues? And Vittergaust had the keys. The keys lesser groups and access to the higher. His medicine skills and science lent him leave to study along the Iberian penninsula. " Vittergaust wasn't telling a story...he was conveying his masterwork. He did not tell us directly, but i believe before he died this is why he was so different. This is why he was in such a hurry to ..finish..but he never did...unless...unless he really did, when he made preperations for us to the Papa States. Alexander.." It was not Sorschal as her mind drifted, as the book closed and the frostine composistion was pin-pricked. She did not shiver, but oh how she wished she had the ability to simply move. " I am not just going to England for his journals....he finished it. He finished the entire compliation and we never knew...but Gottschalk did. He was obsessed with us...because we were closer to it than he ever had privelege to be. First me, and then Elusha trusted you. Nothing was ever explained him but the beginning wherein everything else was closed. But he taught us the mathematics and science for the alterations of rooms, the cyphers everything. He..wanted me to give him the codex, and he could find no way to break it from me. He never asked, he assumed..I woudl bable it.:" All these years and now it made sense as to why Gottschalk tormented her ceasely, of what he was after. "He could get it from neither of us and in the end..we killed him. Vittergaust was the writer of the masterwork for the age. He is one of *the* Grandmasters..why did I never see it before... He died as he finished the book, Gottschalk must have found the clues to the location but could not break the encryptions......that must mean.......that all of us..are somehow....in the codex....and if they get their hands upon the masterwork...if they raise the properties of the Leviathin.. (d)
Alendral: What was he to say the realization? the idea stopped him in the tracks, the recreation of an old legacy, the tools to bring--god knows what? What had Vittergaust discovered all those days ago? The idea stopped him cold, brought his fingertips over the edge of the table, staring at her in complete silence. Vittergaust had told neither of them any of this. Which begged teh question, what had he meant for the two of him? Despite the fact, he found himself growing angry, even disgusted. He had kept this all from them, and left them all like ticking timebombs to Gottschalks ambition. anxiously, the Illusionist rubbed at his muoth and tried to process it. "...God In Heaven..." but the implications of what it all meant--the gravity of the situation... it was like a nightmare made real. "...Krause and Mannering... even Kryptmann."
Claramae:"I think he tried to tell us, in those final days, what he was having us write..preparing us for. Gottschalk had made himself what he was never supposed to be, he called himself a Grandmaster. Vittergaust was running out of time, he was running out o ftime and he knew it. Alexander...I think the codex's have been with us..have been near his brother Jacob, and his wife Danielle, all these years. Jacob took up his work all these years ago in his place..i think he was trying to find a way back into the world to retrieve it. ..." She used her hands to make it around teh table, to a point on the shelf where impliments were pushed farther back so her hands could go flat. "And there is talk....of the meetings resuming again...the places of exchange." Where flesh was peddled and sold for warriors, for informants. Where the rich induglent went to gamble, to play and be plithy, where the Orders met to size one anoher. "Everything is a distraction, everything is to pull us around and out..and then to finish everything that was started, and more.." And Vittergaust's heirs were once one, then made three. It was a challenge for dominance! If they two had become as one, then his associates were going to eventually battle between them to see which one would be the "Gottschalk" of them all. And what was to be done? "To England, as soon as can be had then." She uttered, drawing herself up and over to the collection of papers to be reorganized. That was madness. That was insanity. That...would be.. that could very well be the last great work of Lady Laurence if she did not make it out alive! (d
Alendral: "Claramae..." he said with the urge of warning entering his tone. It was too much. It was a fools errand. This was the stuff of clandestine war, not the resources they possessed, a dwindling reserves of Spies drained by this blasted War. The finality in her voice, the organization. "..Claramae, this is well beyond the scope of our aims. Even if we were still in England, the resources would be daunting. The closer we get to this the more entangled we become with them. You're talking about a legacy that could make us the enemy of every country we know of--even Skye's court would balk at the implications at this. If what you say is true, than going into England is suicide. I can't allow it. Not with this. We have to look at this more carefully. They're here now... they could hunt you..or attack Janice than.. we're talking about resounding dangers. Numerous.. incountable dangers. "
Claramae:An urge of warning tempered with the rationality of fact. "Alexander. Clandestine war is what I have been bred for, if nothing else. God given purpose or simply the designs of fate. A Grandmaster's apprentice and appointment in both clandestine spy and militant orders. I can not begin to tell you why these things were done other than for this purpose. There will be halls of marble. There will be places of darkness. There will be everything that has been done and things not done. If they should come for me it will detere fascination from Janice and give you long enough to secure what little resources here we have. That masterwork can not remain in England. What is worse is if we stay immobile than we are as good as dead. There is too much at stake to only review, it must be reviewed, fetched and God be praised," she crossed herself, "Read for ourselves. If not destroyed all together. Otherwise this will never end. It will never cease, and we have no more room nor want to grow sick on loss." The papers in anothe area were stacked, slipped into a folio she picked up as she looked at him. "If both Vittergaust men have lost their life to this, and Danielle, I will not give Janice to them. I will not give one of the few things good in this entire world of ours to them to dismantle..and so help me..I will not give them you, either." (d)