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About Meznier

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  1. Crowley was led into the chamber shortly after, looking put out for having been summoned, he kept the silk hankerchief to his mouth as he gave Edmund Hogue a judgemental stare. "What is the meaning of this summons?" "Brother Crowley I assume?" Crowley sniffed into his hankerchief. "You have that honor." Edmund nodded "You recieved the corpse of the Chancellor correct?" Brother Crowley sniffed again. "'recieved' is generous, he was forced upon me by some beast and whoever he managed to coerce into helping him" Edmund nodded "Do you know who these..beasts.. were? Why was he turned over to your custody, instead of the Stormwind Guard?" "I'm sure I have no idea, I'm assuming the guard did not have the facilities to deal with the stench. We have more candles." The priest sighed. "I suppose it may have been mentioned that they did not wish to create an incident. Such a high profile official I doubt it would do to double up his corpse in their sorrowfully inadequate morgue." Hogue pinched his brow "Light above, and he's been...kept...down here since?" Brother Crowley eyed Hogue. "The Archbishop informed you of the murder, if you had managed to come sooner there may not have been an issue. As for who dropped him off I believe the worgen's name was Garado, I can't be certain though." Edmund nodded, jotting down the information on his notepad. "I see. And I'm guiessing attempts to ressurect him have failed." "You saw his corpse, you cannot possibly suggest returning someone to life in that condition. Perhaps if he had nod been burned from the inside out...we might have tried, or someone would have if his soul had been nearby, by chance it was already gone by his arrival, I've heard tale it was gone before the body was discovered." Edmund nodded, jotting the information down again. "All right Brother, I think that will be all. The Kirin Tor thanks you for keeping him in your...Possession...until we were able to retrieve him." "The church is better equipped for such things, but you will kindly inform them to send someone sooner then a few days, we do not have such skills for preservation." Edmund nodded. "I apologize, I only just got word of this a few hours ago myself. I do not know when the leadership recieved the Archbishop's missive." Crowley nodded. "We are quite done here then?" Hogue nodded. "We are Brother, Light watch over you."
  2. They brought the corpse in through the back way, no one wanted to see a corpse moved into the Cathedral, not even the priests by the looks of it. Most kept their distance once they saw the look on his face, one that was of such agony that he must have been in severe pain when he died. He'd been found apparently quite publicly, dropped from the mage tower onto the walk, his bones broken from the fall as near as anyone could tell. It was the body that had been most disturbing, severe burns tracing lines across his skin where the heat tried to escape as it burned him from the inside out, the most burned are had been his right arm and mouth, the hand was missing but his mouth, if anyone looked closely they could have seen the charred lips and tongue, his entire mouth blackened with char while his teeth remained bone white. His ears also held evidence of fire, now blackened cauliflowers, now in full view thanks to hair that could not have withstood the flames. His eyes had been removed, perhaps a blessing as nothing might have been more horrific if they had remained. On his shoulder beneath the mages robes there was a clear amateur carving of an undetermined runic looking symbol. His wrist bore another brand above the removed hand, but this one was easier to place, having been posted on the wall of the Blue Recluse just over a week earlier. Brother Crowley held a silk rag to his mouth as they brought the corpse into the lower chamber. "This one stinks, put him over there, maybe the candles will mask the smell. I'd thought SI:7 had a chamber for this, unless they expect us to bring him back at this stage." One accolyte managed to turn his head from the body to address the crusader. "They tried, whoever dropped him off said his soul was already gone when they found him." "So it's obviously moved on or was stolen at a point. Why is he here then?!" "He's high profile Mr. Crowley, SI:7 said they didn't want to take a chance creating an incident with Dalaran." "So they pass the responsibility to the Church and save face. Did they tell you who the dead man was? Perhaps if someone would be over to examine his corpse?" The other acolyte offered his answer. "The man who brought him in said his name was Andros Meznier?" "Chancellor?" Crowley sniffed "Of course it is and he's left for us to deal with until Dalaran comes for his corpse. Do they expect us to notify them too?" "The Archbishop said he-" "Of course he did." Crowley pressed his rag up closer to his nose, not breathing was preferable then the smell of charred flesh. "Leave him there and get on with it. Light some candles before you leave. Maybe Dalaran will find less offense with his murder if they can't smell him."
  3. The poster has been recently posted on the walls and various notice boards in Dalaran. ((Thanks to Ranavos for the drawing of Ranavos and permission for it's use))
  4. <p>Firsties.</p>

    <p>Hallo Mr. Cheese-mage.</p>

  5. This notice is handed out among the merchants, citizens and mages of Dalaran.
  6. Full Name:Chancellor Andros Gibralta Meznier (DECEASED) Nicknames:Meznier, Chancellor(dead) Date of Birth:57 years before the first war(deader) Age:96 (appears to be around 50 due to constant use of arcane magic)(is totally dead!!!) Race:Human Gender:Mail Hair:White Skin:Pale leathery and wrinkled Eyes:pale blue Height:5' 4" Weight:140 lbs Place of residence:Dalaran Place of Birth:Alterac Known Relatives: Ambrose Meznier(son), Amalthea Meznier(Grandaughter), Thibault Meznier(Grandson), Andwina Stockson(Great Grandaughter) Morison Stockson(great Grandson), Anrose Meznier(great grandson) Religion/Philosophy:"Dalaran manages it's own" Occupation:Chancellor at Dalaran University of Magic. Group/Guild affiliation:N/A Guild Rank:N/A Enemies:Anyone he has ever brought to trial Likes: Like thinkers, his job, arcane theory. Favorite Foods:Alterac swiss and slow roasted lambsleg. Favorite Drinks:Aged Dalaran Red Favorite Colors:Purple Weapons of Choice:Magic Dislikes:Young upstarts and the current low standards that Stormwind seems to hold for it's mages in training. Hobbies:Studying new theories and continuing research. Physical Features:Constantly smiling as if in good spirits, various wrinkles due to age, hair and beard neatly trimmed. Special Abilities:A remarkable skill with arcane magic that only seems to come with age. Positive Personality Traits:Very friendly, seems to take things in stride and always manages to be in good spirits. Negative Personality Traits:Somewhat racist towards Night Elves and Worgen as he sees Worgen as mere experiments of Ur and Arugal, believes Night Elves are somewhat primitive, taken to living in trees and look oddly similer to trolls. Misc. Quirks:Smells oddly of cheese and laughs frequently. He has managed not to pay for a single drink or meal for thirty years. Theme Songs: History: Andros Meznier was born many many years ago inside the kingdom of Alterac. When he was a boy he was found to have a potential for magic and was taken to Dalaran at the age of ten for an apprenticeship at the university. The boy was quite studious though meek and managed to advance quite far in his studies until graduation. From graduation Andros continued on private research, developing new theories on portal magic and spellbinding until applying as an instructor at the university and subsequently gaining the posistion after the previous had vanished under mysterious circumstances. One year later Andros gained the additional appointment of Chancellor when the mage responsible for the disapearences was caught and it became necessary for an impartial judge. He retained that posistion after the criminal was punished and still holds it to this day.
  7. Chancellor Meznier followed the mage at brisk pace toward the Inn. From what he'd heard Joachim had been quite distraught when he saw the message, no surprise of couarse, well over half the man's business catered to mages and there was no telling what this might do to his customers if the notice remained where it was. The mage who had informed him of the situation was gensturing impatiently toward the offending article, he needn't have bothered, Meznier would have likely noticed it anyway on the way to his evening meal. At closer inspection the warning appeared to be enchanted using a technique that was surprisingly unfamilier to the Chancellor, he could only guess at it's intent but considering it's contents the inlaid spell was almost positively harmful. It was an unusual threat from Stormwind, a kingdom which only thirty years ago trained almost exclusevely conjurors and as a result still hosted a worrying number of warlocks within it's capitol. The mage accompanying him hovered over him worridly, anxiously waiting for a response. "We must have it removed at once Chancellor, it can't be said a mage will take these kinds of threats!" Meznier smiled pleasently, removing his attention from the notice and turning toward the young man who was most likely forty years his junior. "We will always take these kinds of threats young man the issue I believe is we will not be cowed by them. There are measures that must be taken to remove this demand, please send Mr. Brenlow my regrets but this will need to remain as evidence until we can summon some investigators from Dalaran. I can only assume the local law enforcement will not mind if we take full control of this matter?" He didn't wait until the other mage responded, continuing off in another direction as he prepared a teleportation spell. "I'm certain this matter will be resolved shortly."