Of Vile Darkness

Galbraith · Dec 11, 2003

mmmm.... Servants and hunting companions... mmmm.... troublesome that could be... Do you know how many he normally hunts with?

[OOC - Would I know anything about the mark? Who he is, what he looks like, what kind of a challenge I can expect? Also, do I know of any place I can purchase a couple of invisibility potions, if needed?]

Isida Kep'Tukari · Dec 11, 2003

*Ralam, your knock is greeted by Raquel, an experienced server at the Shattered Sister. Bowing her head to you, she leads you to the special basement chambers without a word. Knocking on the largest iron door, you hear a click as the lock is opened. The door swings wide, revealing Sivi bending over her personal rack. On it lies the moaning body of a blonde-haired young girl. She's obviously had Sivi's undivided attention for a couple hours; less than an hour with her has broken battle-tested men.*

"Darkhand, good to see you. This little twist was rude to one of my patrons and was in need of discipline," she comments offhandedly. "What are you in need of?"

*Loviana, Predel is decidedly Good, and perhaps only seventeen years of age.*

Loviana said:
“Are you sure you should leave? I would hate for your other brothers to think you were drunk.”

"I'm not drunk, except perhaps with beauty. You really are a wonder, but I should not linger, lest I compromise your honor," he says with a tremulous smile.

Able said:
mmmm.... Servants and hunting companions... mmmm.... troublesome that could be... Do you know how many he normally hunts with?

"Five servants and two companions is typical," Wode says listlessly.

*Able, you don't really know much about Sefor aside from what Wode's just told you. But there are several places that sell invisibility potions in the Hollow, most notably the Thieves' Guild and Assassins' Guild. Wode could probably obtain some for you if you wanted, or he could direct you to some of the magic shops that serve the less than scrupulous.*

Rybaer · Dec 12, 2003

*Once Torr takes his leave of Hasord and Ralam/Jass, he will immediately leave the tavern. He wanders the streets for a while, generally heading in the direction of less reputable neighborhoods. Subconciously, he's almost hoping some thug tries to roll him just so he can beat the tar out of the fool.*

*Lacking any takers, Torr will drink and gamble the night away and return to his home in the early morning hours to sleep and await the message.*

linnorm · Dec 12, 2003

Ralam Human Rogue 5 / Assassin 7

*Ralam smiles and bows politely.*

"Please forgive me milady, I didn't mean to interrupt your work. I mearly wanted to apologize for poor state in which I left the last girl you sent me and thank you for sending a replacement. It was most kind of you." *Ralam's eyes stray to the girl on the rack while he speaks.* "Would" Ralam clears his throat. "Excuse me. Would it be too much of a distraction if I observed your work? It might help me prevent any more accidents." Not to mention provide a fair bit of entertainment. *Ralam flashes a charming smile while waiting for an answer.*

Brother Shatterstone · Dec 13, 2003

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

*Loviana quietly congrats herself while she smiles inwardly to herself, Are you so excited you can barely think my prey? I think so and now I need to separate you from your pack. Outwardly, she gives Brother Predel a strange naïve look as he smiles upon her. Finally she allows herself to get the joke and she flushes red, turns away from the cleric in shock.*

*After counting a few seconds she looks back at Predel from the corner of her eyes privately judging his reaction before she giggles and gives a small smile at him as she decides a little boldness, and a small attack at his manhood, would lure him into her webs, “As much as I value my honor I would very much like it if you did linger with me.” Her smile becomes a little bit bigger and a tad bit more seductive as she finishes her statement.*

OOC:

What does his Aura’s Power level look like: Faint, Moderate, strong, overwhelming.

Isida Kep'Tukari · Dec 15, 2003

*Torr, your large frame and stormy expression seem to scare off any potential attackers. Anyone wandering in those neighborhoods in your clothing is either a fool to be killed or too strong to touch. The thieves err on the later. Lacking an unwilling victim, you find your way back to the King's Head Inn and drink their ale and gamble with dice and card into the evening, losing about twenty gold in a streak of bad luck with a skilled dice player.*

*When you get home, however, Rosalyn is there to help you out of your clothes and ready you for bed, along with any incidentals...*

*Ralam, Sivi nods at you curtly.*

"It happens Darkhand, you're not the first one to have needed a replacement," she says. "Take a seat, and enjoy the show."

*With that the large woman turns back to the girl. With skillful manipulation of pins, levers, and daggers she finishes reducing the girl to simple wimpering. Finally Sivi lets the girl up and has Raquel come and take her out to clean her up. Then Sivi turns her attention back to you.*

"Did you need anything? Is the new girl satisfactory?"

Loviana said:
“As much as I value my honor I would very much like it if you did linger with me.”

*Loviana, Predel's eyes go wide and his face flushes furiously at your comment, but his voice only has a small tremble in it when he responds.*

"If you would have me Janela, I would love to stay with you. Would you like to come to the temple?"

[OOC: Predel's aura of good is faint.]

Brother Shatterstone · Dec 15, 2003

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

*Loviana is slightly disappointed by the faintness of the aura, Aren't we a rather small fish? She turns her disappointment into an unsettled look after the Brother Predel’s offer, As mild as it would be you really aren’t worth the risk.*

*She turns away, hoping to trick Predel into think its over discomfort before she finally replies to his answer we a meek smile, “I guess I do care more about my honor than I thought.”*

*Loviana lets her words linger out their for a few seconds hoping that the possibility of her having changed her mind will make the younger man more willing to fallow her lead. Finally she replies with a small devilish smile, “Would you be willing to fallow me?”*

Isida Kep'Tukari · Dec 15, 2003

*Predel blinks at your suggestion Loviana.*

"Ah, I apologize Janela for not asking you where you would want to go. Where do you wish to be?" he asks, gently taking her arm and escorting her from the theater.

Corinthi · Dec 15, 2003

Roach kneels down by the defaced child, blood encrusted fingers reaching out to stroke the boys hair as he murmurs softly, his voice a ghost of a whisper, "Poor child...no one to care for and watch over you. So cold, so frightened. Trembling in your sleep."

Jak does tremble in his sleep, his reddish skin coated in a fine layer of sweat and filth. Fever has taken ahold of the child as he sleeps, a disease perhaps introduced by a certain wound.

"Come Jak... help me find your savior." Gathering Jak's unresisting form up in his arms, Roach carries the child through dark alleys, choked with refuse and waste, some if it human. Few seem to register the Beggar King's passage, and fewer seem willing to let it be known they noticed. Such is life in the shadow of the Empire. Gaze not into the Abyss, lest the Abyss consume you.

After a brisk walk, Roach comes to a small plaza, a plaza containing one of the few working fountains left in the slum. An invaluable resource for the poor and disenfranchised, the clean water from this fountain means life for those without comfort or wealth. As he enters the plaza, his entire appearance, including mannerisms and bearing, changes. Gone is the degenerate subhuman who recently consumed a child's nose.

In his place is a grimy, miserable, overweight woman, dressed in rags, with long greasy black hair and approximately four teeth. A trail of mucus hangs down from her nose and wobbles as she sobs. Clutched tightly against her oversized and sagging chest is the frail form of a child, face covered by cloth, but body visibly shaking with fever. The mother blubbers softly, "P'ease 'ang on, son. P'ease 'ang on. Not me boy...not me boy. Momma won't let you go like the others."

The 'woman' walks about the alley, speaking to her 'son' in what's probably meant as a comforting tone, but the traces of madness and hysteria in her voice make it more shrill than any child could cope with. She crosses back and forth across the alley, rocking her son and being quite the spectacle. Clearly a woman in need of mercy and assistance.

<Using the disguise skill, naturally. He doesn't rely on completely on illusion and uses both mundane disguise methods and the change self from his ring in conjunction. He's fishing for dogooders with Jak as bait. Should Jak begin to awaken, Roach will use the Heal skill coupled with a bit of ruthlessness to keep him unconscious.>

linnorm · Dec 15, 2003

Ralam Rogue 5 / Assassin 7

*Ralam smiles as he gets up from the chair.*

"Very nice, it's always a pleasure to watch a skilled professional at work."

"Did you need anything? Is the new girl satisfactory?"

"Oh no, no. I just wanted to convey my appreciation personally. The new girl is doing quite well so far, a skilled student reflects a skilled teacher. Now, if you will excuse me, it's late and I need to wind down a bit before bed."

*Ralam bows again and follows one of Sivi's girls out to the back. After arriving at his apartment Ralam entertains himself briefly with Renna before going to sleep. In the morning Ralam heads to the guild hall and arranges a meeting room for the morning of the next day, and relaying of the details to Hasord. Afterward, he has a light meal and spends the afternoon training and inquiring about a substance, preferably one that can be applied to a blade, to stop or slow bleeding.*