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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5038716" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Crisis in Freeport: Part 13 – Shattered Masques</strong></p><p></p><p>The front double doors to the Salon du Masque were made of solid oak with metal bands reinforcing the wood, giving them a sturdy and utilitarian appearance. Sebastian rang his chime and they opened as if they had been invited guests. </p><p></p><p>Inside the doors was a beautiful entryway; a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and fine rugs gave the wooden floor a somewhat richly cluttered appearance. Off to the left, a stairwell ascended to the second floor, with common areas on either side of the entrance. It gave the impression that Salon du Masque was no mere brothel, but rather an upscale home for socialites.</p><p></p><p>Several tables and chairs were overturned, and elorii soldiers fired a volley of arrows as Sebastian entered. The projectiles stopped a few feet before him and fell to the ground. Beldin stepped out behind him, their roles reversed for once.</p><p></p><p>“Well, look ‘ew we ‘ave here!” came a familiar voice. “If it ain’t th’ Sea Lord o’ Freetown ‘imself!”</p><p></p><p>“Price,” said Sebastian. “I thought you were in prison.”</p><p></p><p>Price stood up from behind one of the tables, and it was clear that things had changed since he was incarcerated. He bore scars and marks all over his arms and face. He had short and unruly brown hair that stuck up at all angles. And somewhere along the line, Price had lost an eye and acquired an eye patch.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, right. Well, yah, I was afflicted wid a bad case ov incarceration, but I got better.” He swung two long clubs before him, one in each hand, striding towards Beldin.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian fired back at the elorii bowmen with closed fists, unleashing blast after blast of eldritch energy. One of them shrieked and fell backwards out of sight. </p><p></p><p>Beldin moved to meet Price, Windcutter at the ready. “There’s no way you’re competent enough to escape prison on your own.”</p><p></p><p>“Took a bit o’ convincing o’ the Commissioner, yew know, but ‘e got it once I stuck a shiv through ‘is throat.” Price laughed. </p><p></p><p>The elves fired another volley, concentrating on Sebastian. They were spread out around the room. </p><p></p><p>“So your own men broke you out,” stated Beldin.</p><p></p><p>“Nah, they’re much too busy getting’ revenge on th’ gangs t’ help me. Never liked ‘em much anyway.”</p><p></p><p>Beldin swung at Price with the full force of his axe. The human easily blocked the blow with crossed clubs.</p><p></p><p>“I got out ‘cause I made a deal wid th’ devil, matter o’ fact.” Price moved his arms apart in a scissoring gesture that seemed effortless. It hurled Beldin backwards. “I’m a bit stronger, as yew can see.”</p><p></p><p>“We’ll see about that,” said Sebastian. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Radius incendiaries!</span>” Rays of flame spiraled towards Price.</p><p></p><p>The former guardsmen held up his hand and they dissipated. “Yew might call me a new man! Lemme show yew the tricks me master taught me.”</p><p></p><p>He pointed at Sebastian and a sickening green miasma boiled towards him. Sebastian dove through it and blasted more eldritch energy at the elves who peppered him with arrows.</p><p></p><p>Price blinked. “That’s odd. Yew should be screamin’ in pain right about now.” He turned and pointed at the advancing Beldin. </p><p></p><p>The mist engulfed the dwarf, who stumbled. “That’s more lahk it.” He leisurely made his way over to the helpless dwarf. “Mebbe Losknek’s right, mebbe yew are comin’ around!”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, I see things differently all right,” said Sebastian. “You sold your soul for power. And now you sell your services to traitors. <span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Algor conus!</span>”</p><p></p><p>The blast of freezing cold washed over the remaining elorii and Price, converting the room into a glacial wasteland. The elorii did not move from their hiding places, frozen where they crouched.</p><p></p><p>Beldin struck Price with Windcutter, shattering his left arm into bloody ice fragments.</p><p></p><p>Price’s legs gave out, cracking off beneath him. Helpless, he lay gasping. </p><p></p><p>Sebastian stood over Price, wings spread. </p><p></p><p>Beldin joined him. “Where’s Arias?”</p><p></p><p>Price laughed. “Yew ‘ave no idea, do yew?” He spat up blood. </p><p></p><p>“I will not ask again.” Sebastian pointed two fists at Price’s head. “Where is Arias?”</p><p></p><p>Price winked at him. “I’ll be seein’ ya soon.” With another gasp, he expired.</p><p></p><p>The sound of a woman moaning in pain on the second floor set them off in a run.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5038716, member: 3285"] [b]Crisis in Freeport: Part 13 – Shattered Masques[/b] The front double doors to the Salon du Masque were made of solid oak with metal bands reinforcing the wood, giving them a sturdy and utilitarian appearance. Sebastian rang his chime and they opened as if they had been invited guests. Inside the doors was a beautiful entryway; a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and fine rugs gave the wooden floor a somewhat richly cluttered appearance. Off to the left, a stairwell ascended to the second floor, with common areas on either side of the entrance. It gave the impression that Salon du Masque was no mere brothel, but rather an upscale home for socialites. Several tables and chairs were overturned, and elorii soldiers fired a volley of arrows as Sebastian entered. The projectiles stopped a few feet before him and fell to the ground. Beldin stepped out behind him, their roles reversed for once. “Well, look ‘ew we ‘ave here!” came a familiar voice. “If it ain’t th’ Sea Lord o’ Freetown ‘imself!” “Price,” said Sebastian. “I thought you were in prison.” Price stood up from behind one of the tables, and it was clear that things had changed since he was incarcerated. He bore scars and marks all over his arms and face. He had short and unruly brown hair that stuck up at all angles. And somewhere along the line, Price had lost an eye and acquired an eye patch. “Oh, right. Well, yah, I was afflicted wid a bad case ov incarceration, but I got better.” He swung two long clubs before him, one in each hand, striding towards Beldin. Sebastian fired back at the elorii bowmen with closed fists, unleashing blast after blast of eldritch energy. One of them shrieked and fell backwards out of sight. Beldin moved to meet Price, Windcutter at the ready. “There’s no way you’re competent enough to escape prison on your own.” “Took a bit o’ convincing o’ the Commissioner, yew know, but ‘e got it once I stuck a shiv through ‘is throat.” Price laughed. The elves fired another volley, concentrating on Sebastian. They were spread out around the room. “So your own men broke you out,” stated Beldin. “Nah, they’re much too busy getting’ revenge on th’ gangs t’ help me. Never liked ‘em much anyway.” Beldin swung at Price with the full force of his axe. The human easily blocked the blow with crossed clubs. “I got out ‘cause I made a deal wid th’ devil, matter o’ fact.” Price moved his arms apart in a scissoring gesture that seemed effortless. It hurled Beldin backwards. “I’m a bit stronger, as yew can see.” “We’ll see about that,” said Sebastian. “[FONT="Impact"]Radius incendiaries![/FONT]” Rays of flame spiraled towards Price. The former guardsmen held up his hand and they dissipated. “Yew might call me a new man! Lemme show yew the tricks me master taught me.” He pointed at Sebastian and a sickening green miasma boiled towards him. Sebastian dove through it and blasted more eldritch energy at the elves who peppered him with arrows. Price blinked. “That’s odd. Yew should be screamin’ in pain right about now.” He turned and pointed at the advancing Beldin. The mist engulfed the dwarf, who stumbled. “That’s more lahk it.” He leisurely made his way over to the helpless dwarf. “Mebbe Losknek’s right, mebbe yew are comin’ around!” “Oh, I see things differently all right,” said Sebastian. “You sold your soul for power. And now you sell your services to traitors. [FONT="Impact"]Algor conus![/FONT]” The blast of freezing cold washed over the remaining elorii and Price, converting the room into a glacial wasteland. The elorii did not move from their hiding places, frozen where they crouched. Beldin struck Price with Windcutter, shattering his left arm into bloody ice fragments. Price’s legs gave out, cracking off beneath him. Helpless, he lay gasping. Sebastian stood over Price, wings spread. Beldin joined him. “Where’s Arias?” Price laughed. “Yew ‘ave no idea, do yew?” He spat up blood. “I will not ask again.” Sebastian pointed two fists at Price’s head. “Where is Arias?” Price winked at him. “I’ll be seein’ ya soon.” With another gasp, he expired. The sound of a woman moaning in pain on the second floor set them off in a run. [/QUOTE]
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