Pushing the Sky!

[Dracos]

Cosgrove...Tries to force it open!

Dracos

[Carthrat]

The briefcase holds for a moment, straining against Cosgrove's blade.. but the locks give way, and the case slips open, revealing something Cosgrove never expected to see here.

A small brooch, with the likenesses of a lion and a serpent, expertly crafted, and glowing a soft purple.

The glow may be disconcerting- but Cosgrove can't help but recognize the crest- the personal crest of one Jonathen Livingstone...

Fitz, meanwhile, notes that the aura of Mystrix, upon the opening of the case, can now be felt with such strength that it's hard not to recoil- as Richard does.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove twitched visibly.  "Where...did you get this case, did you say?"

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Charlie blinks. "I told you. Some weird guy gave it to me at the train stop."

[Dracos]

"This is the personal crest of Johnathen Livingstone." Cosgrove remarked, a hint of anger in his voice as he stabbed it.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Bright purple fire wreaths through the blade in an instant, and incredible kinetic force backlashes against Cosgrove's blade, causing it to go flying from his grip and to slam into a bookshelf.

"Let's not do that again," replies the earl, dryly.

[Dracos]

"Hmph.  What kind of magic is it anyhow?  Was it being sealed in there?" Cosgrove asked as he went and retrieved his blade from the bookshelf it had been slammed into.

Dracos

[baka]

"Stinks of Mystrix," remarks Fitz, making a face. "Though I can't tell much more about it. "Sir Edward?"

[Carthrat]

"The briefcase was magically strengthened," says the Earl, eyeing the brooch cautiously. "I can't know what the brooch actually does, though.

Whatever it does, it's obviously very potent, and a few people must want it pretty badly."

[baka]

Fitz approaches Cosgrove, reaching tentatively towards the briefcase.

"You said you recognised the crest? Why did you get so angry at it?" he asks as he reaches the swordsman. He puts a hand, gingerly, gently, on the crest in an effort to feel someone more from it that the general discomfort of Mystrix-aura.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove eyed Fitz.  "It's Johnathan's crest.  That's enough reason to smash it."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Whatever that Crest is from, it's got some potent magic on it. That's not the stuff you see thrown around by acolytes and two-bit mages; that's some serious power, there.

Whatever it's used for, it does something dramatic. If it was simply a power source, it'd be a prized addition to any spellslingers collection. If it produces some kind of effect, that effect is certainly nothing to sneeze at.

[baka]

"But who is this Johnathan? With people telling me the fate of the world hinges on what was in the case, what does it have to with you and him?" persists Fitz.

[Dracos]

"He is the heir of the Livingstone family.  They've troubled the Cromdale family for ages.  They're filthy crooks who've been trying to wipe us off the map.  Johnathan in particular is an arrogant snot, even if he's a hell of a fencer." Cosrove ranted a touch.

Dracos

[baka]

"Doesn't help much with figuring out what this is, but something to keep in mind..." Fitz trails off.

"Sir," he says a touch formally, turning to his Lordship. "I think we need to know what this is - it has some incredible power inside it. I would like... I would ask your permission to commune with Selene over it, to try and gain her insight. I would like to try, or at least give it to someone else more experience with the magics of the Mystrix to do so."