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<blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1191322" data-attributes="member: 12631"><p>ACT I.</p><p></p><p><em>Corvis</em>, City of Ghosts. Armourer's Bourg.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">Kneecap Thrillgrog</span></strong>:</p><p></p><p>Hands thrust deep into pockets, collar pulled up as high as it could go, the gobber skulked through the fog of the lower city, his eyes flicking from doorway to doorway, alley to alley, watching both for the Law, his predator, and the Unwatchful, his prey. Or at least, the unwatchfiul were not his predator, and that was good enough for him.</p><p></p><p>Kneecap ran the directions through his mind once more, satisfied he was heading in the right direction. Which, for anyone not expected, would surely be wrong. Fatally wrong. That he was expected made Kneecpa no safer, though; this part of town was still within the Gertens Family sphere of influence, and someone even slightly associated with a rival gang would find not a scrap of mercy here.</p><p></p><p>A flabby human lumbering out of a door, surly-drunk sent the gobber sliding to the edge of the street, trusting in the darkness, fog, and his natural abilities to avoid notice. A townhawk squaked and took flight from a crumbling balcony, high on the spires above, as the gobber found the alley he was looking for, crammed between a metalbeater's workshop and an overflowing brewery, barrels stacked high all around it's front door. He headed down it, looking around.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">Tyra Thornwood</span></strong>:</p><p></p><p>The Armourer's Bourg, being practically home, brought no excitment to the Rynnish gunslinger as she walked confidently down the street, mist curling around her boots. Though a woman walking alone anywhere in Corvis could find herself in trouble, one with a pistol on her hip and an air of knowing what to do with it made anyone in this part of town think twice before starting something. No one in the Armourer's Bourg was desperate enough to risk that.</p><p></p><p>If what she had been told was right, this man Gleiner could be just the sort she was looking for; a man with the connections to point the way to excitement, danger, profit. In short, adventure.</p><p></p><p>Ahead of her, Tyra watched a large, intoxicated man stumble across the street, just managing to hold himself upright on the wall. He was to busy emptying his stomach into the gutter to notice her walk past.</p><p></p><p>As she went down the alleyway she had been directed too, Tyra saw the metal-bound door swinging closed, as if someone else had just gone through it. She hurried forwards, shooting out an arm to stop it from slamming home.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">Eyvind Radvir</span></strong>:</p><p></p><p>The tall Kossite strode down one of the narrow, winding streets of Corvis, his braid swinging as his boot's rap was muffled by the cool, dank air. Though his purse was still heavy, the scout never felt comfortable sitting still, and Marx Gleiner's offer had come at the end of a particularly dull day.</p><p></p><p>Eyvind barely spared a glance for the heavy set man that turned from the wall and gave him a woozy look, wiping vomit form his mouth. As he waked past, the man collapsed slowly to the paving stones with a sigh and a THUNK.</p><p></p><p>The Kossite walked down the alleyway he had been down previously, listening to the water sloshing under the surface. This being Corvis, it could be the river or sewers, making the sound. Stema curled up from grates at the mouth and far end of the alley. Eyvind's eye caught sight of a tall, slim woman entering the door to Gleiner's office ahead of him, and he cocked his head, wondering.</p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size: 10px">Dark</span></strong>:</p><p></p><p>"No... no... not listening... hehehehe... no...shut up!"</p><p></p><p>The sorceror shuffled along the street, muttering to himself, tugging on his tangled hair. As he walked, he suddenly stumbled, barely keeping his balance, and with a snarl of rage planted his boot into the unconscious man on the ground in a few choice kicks.</p><p></p><p>The Red Lady had told him where to go... surely, she knew what was best to do. This rumourmonger would be able to point him on the next stage of his quest... yes...</p><p></p><p>The man known only as Dark entered the alley, ignoring the large man going into the door in front of him. That man might not even exist, he thought, and with a high pitched, single giggle, he went on.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dirigible, post: 1191322, member: 12631"] ACT I. [i]Corvis[/i], City of Ghosts. Armourer's Bourg. [B][SIZE=2]Kneecap Thrillgrog[/SIZE][/B]: Hands thrust deep into pockets, collar pulled up as high as it could go, the gobber skulked through the fog of the lower city, his eyes flicking from doorway to doorway, alley to alley, watching both for the Law, his predator, and the Unwatchful, his prey. Or at least, the unwatchfiul were not his predator, and that was good enough for him. Kneecap ran the directions through his mind once more, satisfied he was heading in the right direction. Which, for anyone not expected, would surely be wrong. Fatally wrong. That he was expected made Kneecpa no safer, though; this part of town was still within the Gertens Family sphere of influence, and someone even slightly associated with a rival gang would find not a scrap of mercy here. A flabby human lumbering out of a door, surly-drunk sent the gobber sliding to the edge of the street, trusting in the darkness, fog, and his natural abilities to avoid notice. A townhawk squaked and took flight from a crumbling balcony, high on the spires above, as the gobber found the alley he was looking for, crammed between a metalbeater's workshop and an overflowing brewery, barrels stacked high all around it's front door. He headed down it, looking around. [B][SIZE=2]Tyra Thornwood[/SIZE][/B]: The Armourer's Bourg, being practically home, brought no excitment to the Rynnish gunslinger as she walked confidently down the street, mist curling around her boots. Though a woman walking alone anywhere in Corvis could find herself in trouble, one with a pistol on her hip and an air of knowing what to do with it made anyone in this part of town think twice before starting something. No one in the Armourer's Bourg was desperate enough to risk that. If what she had been told was right, this man Gleiner could be just the sort she was looking for; a man with the connections to point the way to excitement, danger, profit. In short, adventure. Ahead of her, Tyra watched a large, intoxicated man stumble across the street, just managing to hold himself upright on the wall. He was to busy emptying his stomach into the gutter to notice her walk past. As she went down the alleyway she had been directed too, Tyra saw the metal-bound door swinging closed, as if someone else had just gone through it. She hurried forwards, shooting out an arm to stop it from slamming home. [B][SIZE=2]Eyvind Radvir[/SIZE][/B]: The tall Kossite strode down one of the narrow, winding streets of Corvis, his braid swinging as his boot's rap was muffled by the cool, dank air. Though his purse was still heavy, the scout never felt comfortable sitting still, and Marx Gleiner's offer had come at the end of a particularly dull day. Eyvind barely spared a glance for the heavy set man that turned from the wall and gave him a woozy look, wiping vomit form his mouth. As he waked past, the man collapsed slowly to the paving stones with a sigh and a THUNK. The Kossite walked down the alleyway he had been down previously, listening to the water sloshing under the surface. This being Corvis, it could be the river or sewers, making the sound. Stema curled up from grates at the mouth and far end of the alley. Eyvind's eye caught sight of a tall, slim woman entering the door to Gleiner's office ahead of him, and he cocked his head, wondering. [B][SIZE=2]Dark[/SIZE][/B]: "No... no... not listening... hehehehe... no...shut up!" The sorceror shuffled along the street, muttering to himself, tugging on his tangled hair. As he walked, he suddenly stumbled, barely keeping his balance, and with a snarl of rage planted his boot into the unconscious man on the ground in a few choice kicks. The Red Lady had told him where to go... surely, she knew what was best to do. This rumourmonger would be able to point him on the next stage of his quest... yes... The man known only as Dark entered the alley, ignoring the large man going into the door in front of him. That man might not even exist, he thought, and with a high pitched, single giggle, he went on. [/QUOTE]
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