Post by Talia al Ghul on Mar 16, 2019 22:08:39 GMT -5
Participants: Talia al Ghul - Raven
Location(s): France, isolated monastery.
Time of Day: 3:00 AM.
Weather: Foggy, drizzling.
Summary: One of Talia's personal guard has gone missing. Following a trail of reports and clues, she has narrowed her search to an ancient monastery in France. Surrounded by water, the monastery receives shipments every Thursday to keep their habitants comfortable and fed. Talia's reports say that the last two shipments went without answer.
The night was quiet, other than the whir of an engine as her private boat carried her swiftly across chilling waters. The mist that came spraying up at her kept Talia awake and vigilante, hair tied back neatly while her hands rested on the rail in front of her. It had been a century since Talia had come to France, or so it seemed. If she were visiting under better circumstances, maybe her brow would be easier to unfurl or her scowl less defined. But, given the situation, she remained comfortably still and stoic, though the dark waters below didn't appear all that threatening. Two of her guard accompanied her, one acting as captain of the small vessel while the other stood silent behind his leader. He stared out over the waters through enhanced binoculars, watching and monitoring as they sailed closer to their destination. Without words, he passed the binoculars forward, a cue that Talia needed to see something. Peering through the equipment, she waited. The monastery was beautiful, yet eerie in it's current state. The village that surrounded it was completely dark, not a light on or candle lit.
The cathedral, the heart of this island, was the only thing illuminated and even then, just barely. It cast long, haunting shadows down over it's village, a village that was normally pleasant and quaint. Granted, it was either late in the night or early into the morning, but even then, Talia didn't like the atmosphere of this grand settlement, felt even from her position still miles out from shore.
"Faster." She muttered the word as she handed the binoculars back, the man behind the wheel nodding once before thrusting them into the next gear. Talia al Ghul didn't get anxious, but she did want answers. A member of her league, but more than that, a member of her personal guard, had been taken. At first, she had deemed it too unlikely that one of her warriors could be overcome to the point of capture, but as she had searched and dug, Talia had become more and more convinced. The League of Assassins was one of the most strictly trained groups of fighters ever to grace the earth, and Talia as their head had continued to enforce a lifestyle of loyalty and dedication.
She wasn't concerned that her faithful servant was dead, more so that she was still alive. A member of her personal guard would have happily ended themselves before giving information of the League, or their master to anyone. Yet, Talia was still able to monitor the heartbeat of her lost sister. The gadgets were an invention inspired by Bruce, a man who liked to keep tabs on the whole world. The interference that she'd been receiving had made it difficult to track down her lost assassin, but she was persistent. Finally, with help, she'd pinpointed the location to this island. Small, with nothing but the village and it's centerpiece to conceal her guardsman, Talia had no doubt that she would be found.
But what could have possibly taken her? And why was she still alive?
As morbid as the questions seemed, Talia worked around death. She knew that being kept alive was sometimes worse, or meant that more menacing things were transpiring. At first she'd thought it strange, the location. But after further investigation, Talia learned that it wasn't what it seemed. The monastery, a staple of the surrounding cities in France, had gone silent two weeks ago. The supply transports that came on routine had been turned away, and the open services canceled. What was announced to the public as "a time to reflect, and seek guidance from God" was actually something far more sinister. Talia's experience with the occult was anything but minor. Even so, the Creed of Kovrenis was a new one, even to her. With enough resources and vigor to successfully hide in plain sight, like they had been, Talia would definitely label them as a threat.
"Here." The engine lowered to nothing more than a soft purr as the boat came alongside the dock. Without another word, or even allowing them time to stop, Talia placed one boot onto the railing before launching herself up and over and landing gracefully on the dock. Her guards knew better than to linger, and instead turned the boat and began to tread back into deeper waters. They wouldn't be far, staying close enough to provide her with a quick escape if she were to need one.
Now, to find her missing guardsman.