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<blockquote data-quote="Don Incognito" data-source="post: 4681885" data-attributes="member: 81448"><p><span style="color: Yellow">"That it is, my elven friend. I picked it up some time ago while traversing the isles."</span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White">Marley leans the sheathed weapon on the side of his chair.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Yellow">"...I'm...I'm not quite sure what to make of that. Either it is an immensely clever ploy designed to either intimidate me, or he just fell asleep. Either way, I'd prefer to have him awake."</span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White">Marley grabs his sword and moves to his wall safe. He enters the combination, and the safe expands, suddenly covering the entire wall. It opens, revealing treasures, rubies, and various ornate arms and armor. He places the sword on a rack, and finds himself a suit of plate mail, which he casually tosses out onto the floor of the larger room, piece by piece. The armor is jet black, but as it hits the ground, patches glow violent red before fading back to darkness.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow">"Put it on, dwarf. Consider it a down payment."</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White">Marley closes the vault, which shrinks back down to normal size. He then casually walks back to the chair, and has a seat.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White">[sblock=OOC]That's +1 Black Iron Plate, if you're interested.[/sblock]</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow">"I met Rebekkah several months ago. She was...different...than other girls I had previously been involved with. Needless to say, I was smitten. Yet men of my stature have a reputation to uphold; we can't simply 'settle down'. In order to protect my reputation, I had to act as if nothing had changed. So, I saw other girls, and built up Rebekkah's reputation as one of many favored prostitutes. In reality, Rebekkah and I were...together. I considered briefly introducing her into the Reckoners, but gang life didn't suit her. We were in love, like idiot schoolchildren."</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow">"And then, she was gone. Mind you, this is a dangerous lifestyle. Friends and colleagues vanish every day, and one is supposed to think nothing of it. Slavery, prostitution rings, ritual sacrifice, humanoid experimentation, fleeing from debtors, fleeing fearing revenge, fleeing just to get out, all these things are commonplace. And, given the world we frequent, asking questions is frowned upon. So I cannot simply put the word out that I want Rebekkah back. This would be seen as a sign of weakness, and retaliation would be both swift and efficient. So, I'm in a bind; in my zeal to protect myself from my friends' scorn, I failed to protect Rebekkah. And now I cannot look for her."</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow">"Then, I hear that a group of mercenaries are asking questions. 'What a wonderful opportunity!', I say to myself. 'Here is a way for me to look for Rebekkah while keeping my hands clean. After all, <em>I'm</em> not the one who hired them, am I?' And here you are."</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow">"I know where Rebekkah slept. I haven't been able to send my men to investigate, but there is no reason why I can't send YOU. I'd be willing to pay, of course, and you plainly saw that I have several, *ahem*, <em>items of interest</em>. Of course, all of this does not come without strings."</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow">"Ash has been a good friend to me, and I have hired him several times for freelance work. It is always a smart idea to have trusted friends outside of your organization. Plausible deniability and all that. He will accompany you as you search for Rebekkah."</span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White">Marley looks out the window, gauging the time from the sun's position in the sky.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow">"She slept beneath the Northharrow bridge. It is not too far from here, but the sun is setting. Traveling the streets at night is never a particularly smart idea. I strongly suggest that you go investigate the bridge, then go bring any information you find there to your employer. He <em>is</em> your primary benefactor, after all. Or she, I suppose. You can come see me again in the morning to report your findings. What say you, do we have a deal?"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"><span style="color: Yellow"><span style="color: White"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Don Incognito, post: 4681885, member: 81448"] [COLOR=Yellow]"That it is, my elven friend. I picked it up some time ago while traversing the isles." [COLOR=White]Marley leans the sheathed weapon on the side of his chair. [/COLOR][/COLOR] [COLOR=Yellow]"...I'm...I'm not quite sure what to make of that. Either it is an immensely clever ploy designed to either intimidate me, or he just fell asleep. Either way, I'd prefer to have him awake." [COLOR=White]Marley grabs his sword and moves to his wall safe. He enters the combination, and the safe expands, suddenly covering the entire wall. It opens, revealing treasures, rubies, and various ornate arms and armor. He places the sword on a rack, and finds himself a suit of plate mail, which he casually tosses out onto the floor of the larger room, piece by piece. The armor is jet black, but as it hits the ground, patches glow violent red before fading back to darkness. [COLOR=Yellow]"Put it on, dwarf. Consider it a down payment." [COLOR=White]Marley closes the vault, which shrinks back down to normal size. He then casually walks back to the chair, and has a seat. [sblock=OOC]That's +1 Black Iron Plate, if you're interested.[/sblock] [COLOR=Yellow]"I met Rebekkah several months ago. She was...different...than other girls I had previously been involved with. Needless to say, I was smitten. Yet men of my stature have a reputation to uphold; we can't simply 'settle down'. In order to protect my reputation, I had to act as if nothing had changed. So, I saw other girls, and built up Rebekkah's reputation as one of many favored prostitutes. In reality, Rebekkah and I were...together. I considered briefly introducing her into the Reckoners, but gang life didn't suit her. We were in love, like idiot schoolchildren." "And then, she was gone. Mind you, this is a dangerous lifestyle. Friends and colleagues vanish every day, and one is supposed to think nothing of it. Slavery, prostitution rings, ritual sacrifice, humanoid experimentation, fleeing from debtors, fleeing fearing revenge, fleeing just to get out, all these things are commonplace. And, given the world we frequent, asking questions is frowned upon. So I cannot simply put the word out that I want Rebekkah back. This would be seen as a sign of weakness, and retaliation would be both swift and efficient. So, I'm in a bind; in my zeal to protect myself from my friends' scorn, I failed to protect Rebekkah. And now I cannot look for her." "Then, I hear that a group of mercenaries are asking questions. 'What a wonderful opportunity!', I say to myself. 'Here is a way for me to look for Rebekkah while keeping my hands clean. After all, [I]I'm[/I] not the one who hired them, am I?' And here you are." "I know where Rebekkah slept. I haven't been able to send my men to investigate, but there is no reason why I can't send YOU. I'd be willing to pay, of course, and you plainly saw that I have several, *ahem*, [I]items of interest[/I]. Of course, all of this does not come without strings." "Ash has been a good friend to me, and I have hired him several times for freelance work. It is always a smart idea to have trusted friends outside of your organization. Plausible deniability and all that. He will accompany you as you search for Rebekkah." [COLOR=White]Marley looks out the window, gauging the time from the sun's position in the sky. [COLOR=Yellow]"She slept beneath the Northharrow bridge. It is not too far from here, but the sun is setting. Traveling the streets at night is never a particularly smart idea. I strongly suggest that you go investigate the bridge, then go bring any information you find there to your employer. He [I]is[/I] your primary benefactor, after all. Or she, I suppose. You can come see me again in the morning to report your findings. What say you, do we have a deal?"[/COLOR] [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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