Faction What Remains | The Family

[Iliana Röhr]

W H A T⠀ R E M A I N S
A Story of Reunion & Reckoning
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I L I A N A⠀R Ö H R
Castello Matrisca, Epica
Early Evening, Sunny & Clear

Ily's fingers trailed along the coarse stone walls of Castello Matrisca, it had been a some time since it had hosted the Kosa Nostra, and even longer since they had bought & inspected the estate- yet that was to change this very evening. Discrete invitations had been sent out, unreachable made-members tracked down and others reached by whispers & rumors. Tonight, The Family would reunite once again to discuss the future, the past and to reminisce upon the 'good old days.'

"Ily?" a rough voice called out from behind her- it was Stephen, Iliana's father & senior enforcer of The Family, his voice almost startling her as she span around to see if it was him. Some time had passed since the two last saw one another when The Family went dark. "How- uh.. How are you?!" Ily' questioned, recalling that the two hadn't departed on good terms over her friendship with Ragos Terrek . "Fine... Fine..." he retorted in his typical gruff manner. "It's been some time, I needed to see you..." he continued.

"Where have you been this whole time?" Iliana calmly interjected, almost frustrated that she hadn't received any word from him the whole time. "Mm..." he grumbled, shooting Ily' a look that dissuaded her from trying to ask any follow up questions. "I heard you've moved to Rothana? Or was it Denon?" he asked- rhetorically, of course. "and that you've been looking after yourself?"

She raised an eyebrow at her father and scoffed, "If I don't get to ask you about your life, then you don't get to ask me about mine," she retorted with a familiar smirk that often accompanied their conversations. "Now..." she turned to business. "Where are we at?" Stephen huffed before he began: "Twenty two soldiers have returned so far, they're helping the locals you hired to make this place look..." he tore down a cobweb from above his head, "more presentable."

Ily' let out a heavy sigh, turning her head gently, "has there been word from any of our guests?" asked the former consigliere, curious to see if anyone had answered her invitation yet. Stephen paused for a moment, "Ah- not yet," he stopped, showing a moment of hesitation, "What is it?" Ily' immediately caught on, "there's been an issue with the generators- it's been... picked clean in our absence."

"... I see," Ily' paused in frustration, "have the others light the braziers in the courtyard," she pointed, highlighting the overgrown pergola as the perfect meeting spot, "and have them move the tables into one big one..." requested Iliana, holding a finger up to her mouth: "I'll leave security to you- keep them nearby but out of sight. If I recall correctly we didn't depart on good terms with House Borgias..."

"Yes. Ma'am," her father responded in a mocking tone, "Thank you..." retorted Ily' gently as he stormed off to his tasks. Her eyes now darting around the courtyard as she took a seat, offering piercing gazes & 'suggestions' to the busy staff, taking a break only to think of who would answer her invitation...

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