With a whooshing pop and a rush of cold air, the jump point door opened onto Serpico Lane in the 9th city district of Rath. Dr. Adiago Yurobo Zhindzhe stepped out of the chilled box and shook the excess frost from him before it could begin to melt and possibly stain his white traveling suit. Being from the southern realms, Dr. Zhindzhe was taller and darker than the people from the north. He was a lean hard muscled man with sharp features and large smooth hands and he carried himself with an air of supreme dignity as he stepped around the urchins running through the crowded streets of the 9th District.
Moving with the innate grace of a dancer, Dr. Zhindzhe marveled at how disgusting the cities in the north were. They were filled past over flowing and there was garbage in the streets and the smell, but in any event he thought how the cities to the south that he had grown up in far out shined the cities of the north. His musings were interrupted as he saw the place he was looking for, The Devil's Cup.
The Devil's Cup was a two story stone and wood structure with bright red shingles on the roof. The sign swaying over the entrance portrayed a fiendish looking mid section wearing a spiked steel cod piece. Dr Zhindzhe chuckled at this as he entered the cool depths of the tap room proper. He was immediately confronted by a tall well toned female with sharp white eyes and a wealth of lustrous black hair. She was wearing the costume of this tavern, a tan dress with the cleavage cut very low and a series of petticoats hitched up on one side of her leg. She also had several daggers strapped to that expanse of leg.
With a challenging stare she spat, " I will be seeing the color of your money."
Carefully Dr. Zhindzhe moved his hand to his belt pouch and removed his coin bag and opened it for her. When she saw the contents, her demeanor changed completely. She bobbed a quick curtsy and then said, "Follow me sir, my name is Iris and I will be your waitress." She then began to force a path through the crowded room towards the center which seemed far less crowded and better maintained. Taking a seat, Dr. Zhindzhe said, "There will be a goblin and a human mercenary joining me shortly madam, could you have them escorted to this table."
"Of course will you have anything to drink?" She asked into the pause.
"Uhhh no thank you, just some water." Turning she managed to strut, flounce and sway all at once. What a remarkable woman the Dr. was thinking as Iris left his table.
Looking around the tap room, he saw all manner of races but the most common seemed to be the goblinoids and the humans. There were conversations being held in a dozen languages adding to the babble that was spilling into the room from the thronging masses outside. The tap room itself was cleaner than Dr. Zhindzhe had expected all things being considered. The floor was polished hardwood and the table and chairs all seemed to match as well. The room itself was a low beamed affair and it almost seemed cozy.
As Dr Zhindzhe sat musing, a large purple skinned goblin and an large human male came silently up to his table. The large goblin said, " Dr Zhindzhe?"
With a quiet calm the Doctor replied, " I am, and I am assuming that you are Belg #6 and this is Brock?"
They both nodded and at a gesture from the Doctor they sat down across from him the Doctor noted with a cold inner logic.
"So gentlemen, lets get right to business, I would not like to stay overlong in your....quaint city." Dr Zhindzhe said with a sardonic smile on his face.
Belg #6 replied, "Quaint, Rath has nearly 25 million inhabitants."
Letting a small smile touch his lips, Dr Zhindzhe replied, " I am from the south Mr. #6, we had cities this size when you people were still hiding in pits and killing each other with fire hardened spears and rocks. So as I was saying, you two have information about a certain group of adventurers that you want to pass along."
"We do." It was Brock this time. The Barbarian was large and muscular and had the scars associated with his profession written large across his arms and chest. Iris returned at this point and deposited a glass of water and then took the other orders and departed again in a swirl of petticoats and long well formed legs.
"Shall we begin gentlemen?"
"I will start." Belg #6 said. "It was the 15th day of Flameskull. Word had been put out on the streets that someone was going to ice Kilgur Morcant and that some cash had been thrown around for some muscle." Belg began. "As luck would have it, Damien and Kalanaghar took this job through the Disciple and had spent several days casing Kilgur's hold, a warehouse over on Wharf Road #17."
"Kalanaghar and Damien were waiting at the Devil's Cup for their back up to arrive when the coldly beautiful woman, Claudia Ravensbrow, showed up and spoke to them about a job opportunity. She seemed more confident that what she was looking for was in the city and she said that she might need them to steal it for her. All she said about what it was was that it was evidence."
"What kind of evidence?" I asked as I took out my memory stone and placed it on the table between all three of us.
"How am I supposed to know" he growled, "I wasn't even there and I got all of this second hand. For all I know, Claudia could have been ugly as the back end of a Rock trolls unwashed ass." Belg #6 said through clenched teeth, as he dug his large yellowed fingernails into the wood of the table unconsciously as he went through a series of facial ticks and more growling.
Drawing back I said, "Sir, are you all right?"
"I'm fine" Belg spat, "get on with this, I have stuff" this came out between wheezing gasps, "to do."
"Alright," I said quickly go on with your story.
He looked at me with flat wolf like yellow eyes and said, "Anyway Claudia talked to Damien and Kalanaghar and made it be known that she was also ready to use the favor that Ivanor owed her as well. She had decided to put together a team and had begun recruiting."
"It was at this point that Damien told Claudia that they had seen an odd mantis like man follow her and that before he had given chase, he sniffed her seat as if her were scenting her."
"Odd" Dr Zhindzhe replied, " I have heard that some of the mutants that live out in the stinging flats can track you by scent but I did not know it was as common as that."
"Apparently neither did Claudia, because she suddenly seemed really relieved at finding out how they had been following her despite her best efforts to block divinations."
At this point Belg #6 began to cough and shake again and he thirstily grabbed my cup of water and promptly spat it out. "Water!?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, Belg #6, water." I said calmly.
Grumbling he stood and asked Brock if he wanted anything "real" to drink and then taking his order went to the bar and began to order.
Brock began, "It was shortly after this that me and the boys showed up and then we went after Morcant."
***********************To Be Continued*********************
Moving with the innate grace of a dancer, Dr. Zhindzhe marveled at how disgusting the cities in the north were. They were filled past over flowing and there was garbage in the streets and the smell, but in any event he thought how the cities to the south that he had grown up in far out shined the cities of the north. His musings were interrupted as he saw the place he was looking for, The Devil's Cup.
The Devil's Cup was a two story stone and wood structure with bright red shingles on the roof. The sign swaying over the entrance portrayed a fiendish looking mid section wearing a spiked steel cod piece. Dr Zhindzhe chuckled at this as he entered the cool depths of the tap room proper. He was immediately confronted by a tall well toned female with sharp white eyes and a wealth of lustrous black hair. She was wearing the costume of this tavern, a tan dress with the cleavage cut very low and a series of petticoats hitched up on one side of her leg. She also had several daggers strapped to that expanse of leg.
With a challenging stare she spat, " I will be seeing the color of your money."
Carefully Dr. Zhindzhe moved his hand to his belt pouch and removed his coin bag and opened it for her. When she saw the contents, her demeanor changed completely. She bobbed a quick curtsy and then said, "Follow me sir, my name is Iris and I will be your waitress." She then began to force a path through the crowded room towards the center which seemed far less crowded and better maintained. Taking a seat, Dr. Zhindzhe said, "There will be a goblin and a human mercenary joining me shortly madam, could you have them escorted to this table."
"Of course will you have anything to drink?" She asked into the pause.
"Uhhh no thank you, just some water." Turning she managed to strut, flounce and sway all at once. What a remarkable woman the Dr. was thinking as Iris left his table.
Looking around the tap room, he saw all manner of races but the most common seemed to be the goblinoids and the humans. There were conversations being held in a dozen languages adding to the babble that was spilling into the room from the thronging masses outside. The tap room itself was cleaner than Dr. Zhindzhe had expected all things being considered. The floor was polished hardwood and the table and chairs all seemed to match as well. The room itself was a low beamed affair and it almost seemed cozy.
As Dr Zhindzhe sat musing, a large purple skinned goblin and an large human male came silently up to his table. The large goblin said, " Dr Zhindzhe?"
With a quiet calm the Doctor replied, " I am, and I am assuming that you are Belg #6 and this is Brock?"
They both nodded and at a gesture from the Doctor they sat down across from him the Doctor noted with a cold inner logic.
"So gentlemen, lets get right to business, I would not like to stay overlong in your....quaint city." Dr Zhindzhe said with a sardonic smile on his face.
Belg #6 replied, "Quaint, Rath has nearly 25 million inhabitants."
Letting a small smile touch his lips, Dr Zhindzhe replied, " I am from the south Mr. #6, we had cities this size when you people were still hiding in pits and killing each other with fire hardened spears and rocks. So as I was saying, you two have information about a certain group of adventurers that you want to pass along."
"We do." It was Brock this time. The Barbarian was large and muscular and had the scars associated with his profession written large across his arms and chest. Iris returned at this point and deposited a glass of water and then took the other orders and departed again in a swirl of petticoats and long well formed legs.
"Shall we begin gentlemen?"
"I will start." Belg #6 said. "It was the 15th day of Flameskull. Word had been put out on the streets that someone was going to ice Kilgur Morcant and that some cash had been thrown around for some muscle." Belg began. "As luck would have it, Damien and Kalanaghar took this job through the Disciple and had spent several days casing Kilgur's hold, a warehouse over on Wharf Road #17."
"Kalanaghar and Damien were waiting at the Devil's Cup for their back up to arrive when the coldly beautiful woman, Claudia Ravensbrow, showed up and spoke to them about a job opportunity. She seemed more confident that what she was looking for was in the city and she said that she might need them to steal it for her. All she said about what it was was that it was evidence."
"What kind of evidence?" I asked as I took out my memory stone and placed it on the table between all three of us.
"How am I supposed to know" he growled, "I wasn't even there and I got all of this second hand. For all I know, Claudia could have been ugly as the back end of a Rock trolls unwashed ass." Belg #6 said through clenched teeth, as he dug his large yellowed fingernails into the wood of the table unconsciously as he went through a series of facial ticks and more growling.
Drawing back I said, "Sir, are you all right?"
"I'm fine" Belg spat, "get on with this, I have stuff" this came out between wheezing gasps, "to do."
"Alright," I said quickly go on with your story.
He looked at me with flat wolf like yellow eyes and said, "Anyway Claudia talked to Damien and Kalanaghar and made it be known that she was also ready to use the favor that Ivanor owed her as well. She had decided to put together a team and had begun recruiting."
"It was at this point that Damien told Claudia that they had seen an odd mantis like man follow her and that before he had given chase, he sniffed her seat as if her were scenting her."
"Odd" Dr Zhindzhe replied, " I have heard that some of the mutants that live out in the stinging flats can track you by scent but I did not know it was as common as that."
"Apparently neither did Claudia, because she suddenly seemed really relieved at finding out how they had been following her despite her best efforts to block divinations."
At this point Belg #6 began to cough and shake again and he thirstily grabbed my cup of water and promptly spat it out. "Water!?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, Belg #6, water." I said calmly.
Grumbling he stood and asked Brock if he wanted anything "real" to drink and then taking his order went to the bar and began to order.
Brock began, "It was shortly after this that me and the boys showed up and then we went after Morcant."
***********************To Be Continued*********************