Pirhajat Turn 1

[21:43] <@SpaceThor> The gleaming Palace of the Golden Sun stands in the center of Eshqabad, a gleaming ruby at the center of the majesty that is Pirhajat. At the Empress' command, legions of Immortals march, her subjects toil for the glory of their nation and their gods, and priests pay homage to the Creators in shimmering temples across the city. And yet a vexing message has just found its way to the hands of Her Holiness, the Blessed Empress Tousak Mihran.
[21:49] * Tousak_Mihran frowns, pacing slightly in her stunning robes...in public she must be composed and show no emotion but this foolish message. She sighs. This is troubling.
[21:54] * Tousak_Mihran raises a hand to one of her servants. They will know what it means, to fetch a representive of the hassassins.
[21:59] <@SpaceThor> It feels like the servant has barely left the room when a man steps out from behind a screen. She recognizes him as Nimad, a common representative from the Old Man to her. The Old Man is something of an oddity in Pirhajat. Living alone on his mountain, he is said to worship and traffic with loathsome things...but he also describes himself in those rare occasions that merit his direct correspondance as a patriot first. Loyal to the crown. It's always felt like a dangerous arrangement, but one that has survived the centuries.
[21:59] <@SpaceThor> "My lady, you are radiant as always." He kneels, bowing his head and letting his long brown hair flow.
[22:02] <Tousak_Mihran> "And you are as much a flatterer as always." She smiles and gestures for him to rise. "I assume you are already aware of the contents of this letter?" She rather enjoys this game, testing the limits of how much the order within her nation knows. After all, not even she is fully aware of the extents of the reach of them.
[22:03] <@SpaceThor> "Ah, assume I do not. I'm always invested in any opportunity to hear my voice, your grace."
[22:03] <@SpaceThor> hear your voice*
[22:08] * Tousak_Mihran smiles slightly. "Of course." These rare victories are to be savored. "High Satrap Melica Suren marches to war, personally leading her forces into the borderlands."
[22:09] <@SpaceThor> "Ah, my lady talks of war that my lady, in her wisdom, has not sanctioned. Such is to be expected from that brute of a woman, Melica Suren."
[22:11] <Tousak_Mihran> "Brute is perhaps not the correct term...but then, neither would she call it war." She shakes her head. "She calls it demonstrating the claim on uncertain lands." She sighs. "There will be blood spilled before long, most likely."
[22:14] <@SpaceThor> "I see. What would my lady have me do?"
[22:16] <Tousak_Mihran> "Keep watch on her lands. She marches personally to war and neglects her ruling. However, all resources flow from her lands." Her smile turns a bit nasty. "It will be much easier to intercept her commands if they must travel via messenger."
[22:16] <@SpaceThor> "It will be as my lady commands. I and my hashashin will await your command in the estate of Melica Suren."
[22:18] <@SpaceThor> He starts walking to the exit. "You heard our blessed lady, move out!" Hashashin start leaving hiding spots in the room, walking with him back to the exit behind the screen.
[22:18] <Tousak_Mihran> "Good. Perhaps some wise commands can be sent to her estate, even if she would not think to give them." She nods to them as they leave. "May the gods watch over you, if even they can find you."
[22:19] <@SpaceThor> "I should hope they can't, or my lady would need to find a new hashashin."
[22:19] <@SpaceThor> He waves, and leaves the room.