Recent content by Tobias Pirian

Even among the purest of houses, among a city built by and for the Pirians, it seemed gossip was an unavoidable pitfall. Tobias would have much to do later in that regard, frustrating as it was that his own kin chose to behave in such a manner. For now, though, it was to be a jubilant time. A...

The carriage rolled onwards, rocking occasionally as its suspension tried to deal with the odd bump in the road. "I am certain they have missed you just as you have them," Tobias assured her. "And I am sure that they are safe. If the horrors of the Mad Legion could not bring them low, then...

Tobias tugged at his beard as he sat across from Kristen in the seat of their carriage. Naught but the sound of clopping hooves and rolling wheels filled the air for a few moments. "'Zinnia St. Kolbe...' St. Kolbe, St. Kolbe..." he repeated thoughtfully, delving for a memory of the name...

Satisfied with her answer, the Lord of House Pirian turned to make for the carriage. "Tea sounds wonderful, dear niece. Henrietta will be delighted to join us as well, if I know my wife," Tobias replied.

Amber eyes followed as Tobias' niece dipped for a moment. Again, he smiled at her antics. It was nice getting to see her have the chance to act like a young woman instead of a politician or a warrior, even if just for a few minutes. The smile burbled into warm laughter. "Yes, yes indeed, my...

Lord Tobias chuckled softly, equally aware of the unlikeliness of such an event occurring. "Yes, it's true, hard is it may be to believe. Henrietta and I attempted to arrange a union between Percival and the young Miss Perrine of House Urahil, but fate is a whimsical being, it seems," he...

Tobias had, of course, heard some time ago that Kristen had graduated. He'd wished to make something of a celebration then, but her sudden departure had made that an impossibility. Now, however, there was nothing to stop that from happening. Tobias beamed. "You do our House proud, Kristen. One...

Tobias welcomed the hug with open arms, comforting Kristen as she felt what could only have been a cathartic release. "You've nothing to apologize for, dear. You are your own person, and you are free to walk the path you choose," he said calmly with a gentle pat to his niece's back. "Even...

"M-my Lord! Young Lady Kristen, she's...*wheeze*...she's back! Here! In Vel Numera!" The guard had pushed his way into Tobias' study without ceremony, out of breath and red as a beet. The Pirian lord glanced up from his novel and looked at the man o'er the top of his spectacles. He folded a...

Lord Pirian regarded Samantha as she approached and listened patiently and carefully as she laid out her terms. He continued to eye her studiously for a moment, then nodded his head once in agreement. "Then it shall be so," he replied plainly, apparently satisfied. For a moment he shifted his...

Tobias watched the brief exchange between Samantha and Sable with intrigue, and when it ended abruptly, he watched as Sable slumped back into the corner of his cell. The Pirian lord let out a quiet hum of curiosity, even the guards looking slightly confused at the way the exchange had turned...

Tobias walked at an even pace from the carriage to the front entrance of the prison, the Stormguard from before hopping down as well to follow his lord and Samantha into the building. "In a manner of speaking. He was informed you would be coming when your correspondence arrived. His exact...

A tap came from the carriage's driver and Tobias glanced out the carriage's window. The section of the fortress that was the prison was in eye-shot now. "As I mentioned before, his evaluations have turned up perfectly normal. He is depressed, not disturbed; something a bit of work and...

No frills whatsoever on this one, just as before. "Regular psychiatric visits, at least since the investigations began. Sable is not particularly inclined to speak of he doesn't feel required to, from what I understand, but he is generally cooperative."

Tobias breathed a sigh. "Only Miss D'Amour," Tobias answered, a slight tinge of concern washing over his mien as the topic was brought up. "There are...shockingly few graduates left from your class year, Lieutenant. You; your subordinate, Sergeant Davi; Miss Beatrix of House Umbra; my niece, of...