Harmonium Warrant issued...

[*VanillaRose]

Kalina Brice stood at the outdoor bar and casually sipped her tea as she heard tidbits of the accusations against Raifael. The young woman's attractive features remained pleasant, and she maintained her poise, but an internal debate raged within her. She understood now why his twin, her consort Legault, had rushed back to Sigil. She also understood why Legault had not returned to her as soon as he had promised. The twins would always share an unbreakable link to each other - even if neither of them wanted it.

However, Kalina was yet again faced with the knowledge that the man she loved would risk himself and their relationship to help his wayward brother. Had they not left Sigil to get away from Raifael? Of course, she briefly considered, not much had changed for the better between them even when Raifael was not near.

The latter thought darkened her mood for a brief moment, and she took a renewed interest in the man beside her, Andrew Korobor, as he continued to speak.

[*Product of Void]

*shiv muses over the whole thing after paying a few jink to a street urchin*

"em got pinch'd eh? dinna figure em good at hide'n..nor ly'n...nor murder...doubt em did a damn ting *taps chin* em friends 'bout as stubborn an witless as em....canna get arrest'd ta talk ta em....nor doubt em let me see em see'n em just bunch a jerks...ta early ta play me 'and...hmm...ah...raise em stakes...tis many ways for folks ta die....can kill a lads name or folks trust in em...or 'er."

*a few flyers get put around town by street urchins. they were told what to write and given jink to buy supplies. The man who hired him wore a potato sack on his head.*

Flyers say.

"I got more sick after my deal with the favour merchant"

"The necklace stuck to my skin from the favour merchant"

"The favour merchant stole my husband"

A half dozen or so total, All spelled badly by the children, claiming bad wares or worse.

[*Grisome]

Scratching.
It was a peculiar thing, to be on this side of the bars for a change.
He didn't like it.
After the initial, brief beating from a rightfully angry Factotum, he'd been chained to a wall. With wrists and ankles both securely shackled down, escape would be virtually impossible. This, he was fine with, as he had no further plans of fleeing from the law. In fact, when Granite had appeared after he had fought off Ceszar, in his haphazardly and swiftly-donned armor, he'd been almost relieved. Not only because running from the law, something he was supposed to be helping uphold, had made him feel sick... but also simply because he was tired.

Obsessively, scratching.
If Seethe didn't literally have him killed, certainly all the exhausting work he was pouring into trying to stop her, would.
That initial relief of being brought in was gone now. Sleep wouldn't come, and here he was useless. There was nothing he could do from this cell. The gem he'd taken off of Seethe was safe, but for how long? And he feared for who now possessed it, his paranoid mind playing out various scenarios where they would be harmed or killed for keeping it.

Broken and torn nails continued to tear compulsively at the shackles around his wrists, adding fresh blood to the old that now tipped his fingers and painted the metal chains unevenly.
To say he was anxious would be an understatement. This was a restless nervousness that would only be quelled when he was free again, able to pursue the damned merchant further. He was overwhelmed with frustration and impatience, with a wild paranoia that was probably induced more by a lack of sleep than by logic and reason.
There was nothing he could do now, but wait... and hope that the cell offered him enough security to be safe from Ceszar.

Still, scratching.

[*Ceremorph]

(adding this post from a different RP thread, because some of it has bearing upon Raif's incarceration for those not following the D'verin-T'soss storyline)

Another night's passage, and Seethe rises from her blankets. Dark circles beneath her eyes tell of a night spent with too little sleep, but she cannot concern herself with such minor inconveniences as mere insomnia. The anklet hidden beneath her boot more than takes care of that, and the price to be paid when finally giving in to mortal needs such as sleep is a problem for the future. For now, there are far too many things to take care of.

A low, rumbling voice is heard as the massive Chaos-smith B'groff steps through the open doorway. "This is not right, mistress. Letting this be handled through legal channels will only risk more hands touching your gem. You should have let me hunt him down as I wished."

Shaking her head slowly, she responds, "Far too likely that doing so would have played right into the hardhead's hands, my dear. I warned him there would be consequences beyond my control, and now he will take the blame for whatever befalls. Now... don't you have some crafting to do?"

The Chaos-smith's eyes stay on the merchant for a silent moment, then broad shoulders shrug and he steps back outside. Before long, the sound of hammer on anvil echoes through the suite, discordant music to nicely counterpoint Seethe's musings...

[*WhenWizardsWar]

As he pass's one of these signs Christopher follower of Kelemvor stops and reads it over slowly.

He sighs. "I warned him this would happen"

Christopher pulls out his thick ledger from his book, the codex of the damned that every servant keeps and jots the Harmoniums name in the book.

"Where is your god now mister Dugare, I will clear a spot in the wall for thee".

[*Zilvai]

The person who was kidnapped, named Zilvai is soon seen walking the Bazaar streets again. If asked, she hardly gives a reply. She rather stares a moment before merely smiling and moving on.

Further more, she can be seen ripping the notes to shreds, each she spots.

[*WhenWizardsWar]

Grantite Stonejaw frowned when he was told of the warrant as he came on duty. He hardly knew the man but from what he did know he felt the man was good and honest, surely there must be a mistake. He was an earth genasi, he never made earthquakes, so with a firm resolve and emotionless face the Harmonium went about his patrols, passing out the warrents to the places Raifael is known to visit.

One such place was the Foul Old Spirit Inn. As Granite handed a notice to Muriel and warned her what kind of impact a harmonium raid would have on bussiness if the inn was found to be hideing the errant first measrue, a man approached him from behind and began to inquire as to the charges placed against Raifael. Granite knew the man talking to him and nothing ever sat right with him when the man spoke, so the officer promptly ignored the man and began to make his way from the inn. Now, being Earth Genasi Granite wasnt known for his impeccable observations but on his way out he noticed half a dozen people who he had seen on many occasions associateing with Raifael in one way or another, so why then had they remained silent when someone was handing out wanted posters of someone they knew?.

Granite took up a post near the door for half of an hour, the room grew heavy with stares aimed at him, the silence was almost deafening, suddenly a light peaked down into the expanse that is Granites mind and he made his way from the inn.

Twenty mineuts later, the door to the inn flew open and Granite stalked into the room, a swarm of Harmonium soldiers behind him, the patrons closest to the door scattered like birds as the soldiers quickl fanned out around the door.

"In the name of the Harmonium, we order everyone to remain seated while we conduct a search for Raifael Degare, if he is here it is in your best interest to yield him to us immediately. As Granite finished his loud rolling statement he looked over to see the errant measure step out from a side room, panting heavily and his harmonium armor secured around him in a rather poorly and hastefully donned manner and his sword was stuck into the door frame. The Harmonium squad quickly surrounded the first measure in a half circle.

"Sir please come quietly I do not wish to fight you but I will if I have to, if you come peacefully I will make sure to note it in my report and it might go well in your favor and allow you to retain some of your honor and your dignity.

The first measure agreed and after being permitted to say farewell to his friends, sir Raifael Degare is seen being led out from the Foul Spirit Inn shackled, and under heavy Harmonium escort lead by Granite Stonejaw.

[*Product of Void]

*shiv enters the barracks*

"I like ta speak ta rafiel"

[*Mr_Otyugh]

The Measure in the Reception takes a look of documents for while in the desk and after a mometn finally responds to Shiv...

"Raifael is not currently available, he'll be back to duty tomorrow in the Great Bazaar, you can leave a message to him incase it's urgent or you can try to see him personally."


*earlier that day*

Cratten enters Raifaels cell in the Barracks jail and gives him two choices... abandon Harmonium and continue on his obsession to hunt down Seethe... or remain in Harmonium and abandon the Obsession and cease investigations of Seethe. Raifael chose remaining in Harmonium and Cratten set him loose, after which he handled as his direct superior the paper work and release forms to set him loose.

[*Product of Void]

*shiv nods*

"Ah, grand lad...'ave ta questions 'haps ya 'ave a notice ya can point me ta...any folks none mind get'n in the dead book lately...ya know scum an such?....an what wares tis illegal ta trade like ta make sure I keep outa ya cells."