Dr Simon
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Zellara stares past you all, lost in thought. "Those names... I've heard some before... I think perhaps they might be with Lamm. I'm afraid I don't know anything specific about what you will find at West Pier."
Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Beta Group
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Zellara stares past you all, lost in thought. "Those names... I've heard some before... I think perhaps they might be with Lamm. I'm afraid I don't know anything specific about what you will find at West Pier."
Valthosian
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Desperate to *finally* take action and take vengeance, and irritated by the words of caution, Thorson snaps out:
What does it matter? Lamm will have his goons and thugs, and aye, maybe his pet monster, and every last one of them will get in our way. Maybe he will be at this warehouse, maybe not, but the answer is simple, I'm going to kill them. Anyone who stands in my way, anyone who has a hand in his organization, anyone who opens their eyes at me. I'm going to kill them all.
While we delay anything could be happening, we know nothing about his hideout or his men, there's no need to make this complicated, we have an address, there will be a front door, maybe walking around the building we can find a back door if you're so unholy obsessed with being sneaky, but it's going to come down to blood and blades and flame.
The half-orc's gaze sweeps across his companions, his eyes flashing angrily.
Did Lamm truly do something vile enough to you for you to be here? Or is this just some kind of game? Oh yes Mildred, lets pay catch a crook today! Thorson says sarcastically in as high pitched and feminine a voice as his throat can produce. If we want him dead we're going to have destroy every resource he has along the way, every man he commands. If his reputation is what keeps him strong, we take his reputation and make it ours so that every little thug and lowlife who answers to him is too afraid to. We break him.
[sblock=ooc]Shamelessly borrowed one of the best monologues from Man on Fire, it's been a repeating mantra for Thorson's thoughts in my head ever since I came up with the character concept.[/sblock]
What does it matter? Lamm will have his goons and thugs, and aye, maybe his pet monster, and every last one of them will get in our way. Maybe he will be at this warehouse, maybe not, but the answer is simple, I'm going to kill them. Anyone who stands in my way, anyone who has a hand in his organization, anyone who opens their eyes at me. I'm going to kill them all.
While we delay anything could be happening, we know nothing about his hideout or his men, there's no need to make this complicated, we have an address, there will be a front door, maybe walking around the building we can find a back door if you're so unholy obsessed with being sneaky, but it's going to come down to blood and blades and flame.
The half-orc's gaze sweeps across his companions, his eyes flashing angrily.
Did Lamm truly do something vile enough to you for you to be here? Or is this just some kind of game? Oh yes Mildred, lets pay catch a crook today! Thorson says sarcastically in as high pitched and feminine a voice as his throat can produce. If we want him dead we're going to have destroy every resource he has along the way, every man he commands. If his reputation is what keeps him strong, we take his reputation and make it ours so that every little thug and lowlife who answers to him is too afraid to. We break him.
[sblock=ooc]Shamelessly borrowed one of the best monologues from Man on Fire, it's been a repeating mantra for Thorson's thoughts in my head ever since I came up with the character concept.[/sblock]
Ambrus
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Somewhere between the first and second "kill" of the violent half-orc's enraged diatribe, Dj'hân recoils in fright, leaps down from his chair seat and makes a panicked beeline for the door. His swift egress ruffles loose clothing and the eldritch tapestries hanging on the walls. Deftly leaping up, the halfling urchin grasps the latch and uses his momentum to swing open the door while arcing through the portal to land somewhere outside.
[sblock=OOC]OOC: Never seen Man on Fire, but the speech is very nice in this context.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]OOC: Never seen Man on Fire, but the speech is very nice in this context.[/sblock]
Valthosian
First Post
As he finishes speaking, Thorson stares at the door, the speed with which the small being had departed and the acrobatic display was impressive, and suddenly the mood broke. The half-orc guffawed loudly.
Boy, you're too easily spooked, if you do that in a fight someone's going to ram a spear through your guts while you're turning to run. Mayhaps you need some fortification, dwarven gutbuster might do your courage a world of good.
[sblock=ooc]To get a 3 and a half minute gist of the movie, I like this clip: [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5puJVS-XQGs]YouTube - Man On Fire The Movie Trailer[/ame] It includes a chunk of the monologue[/sblock]
Boy, you're too easily spooked, if you do that in a fight someone's going to ram a spear through your guts while you're turning to run. Mayhaps you need some fortification, dwarven gutbuster might do your courage a world of good.
[sblock=ooc]To get a 3 and a half minute gist of the movie, I like this clip: [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5puJVS-XQGs]YouTube - Man On Fire The Movie Trailer[/ame] It includes a chunk of the monologue[/sblock]
Ambrus
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Very slowly, eight tiny fingers curl around the lower edge of the doorjamb as the half-orc laughs. Behind the fingers, the guttersnipe's wide fearful eyes peak uncertainly back inside #3 Lancet Street. "D-doing th-this is w-whats kept me outa fights and alive on the streets and in the shingles."
Valthosian
First Post
Thorson went down on one knee, facing the door, keeping his spine straight instead of hunching over to appear less threatening as the halfling spoke.
When Dj'hân was finished, the barbarian slowly shook his head.
No Lad, always running is what keeps you weak. The strongest steel is forged in the hottest flame, you don't find men who can survive against anything who have not tested themselves against everything that the gods threw in their way.
There is a time when you have to make the decision and stand by it for the rest of your life, how do you want to live? In fear? Or will you be Strong?
And it may be that you don't have arms like mine, but I look at Lynn and I'm no fool, I could best her in a wrestling match but I'd rather not find out what she's spent her life learning to conjure and change and destroy when I'm not already swinging an axe at her head. I look at you and wonder, what is it that you can do? And why are you so scared to do it?
When Dj'hân was finished, the barbarian slowly shook his head.
No Lad, always running is what keeps you weak. The strongest steel is forged in the hottest flame, you don't find men who can survive against anything who have not tested themselves against everything that the gods threw in their way.
There is a time when you have to make the decision and stand by it for the rest of your life, how do you want to live? In fear? Or will you be Strong?
And it may be that you don't have arms like mine, but I look at Lynn and I'm no fool, I could best her in a wrestling match but I'd rather not find out what she's spent her life learning to conjure and change and destroy when I'm not already swinging an axe at her head. I look at you and wonder, what is it that you can do? And why are you so scared to do it?
Ambrus
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Dj'hân seems nervous as the hulking half-orc approaches the darkened doorway but relaxes somewhat as Thorson comes down to his level. As the barbarian speaks, the urchin slowly inches out into the open and away from the doorjamb though he still seems ready to bolt. "I-I dunno. I can sneak around and watch and listen. T-that's what Lamm had me do for him. An... And I'm scared cause everyone is way bigger and stronger than me..."
Valthosian
First Post
Then learn to wear your invisibility as a cloak, revel in it, feel it warm and protect you. If everyone is so much bigger, then it's far easier to evade them. I think for far too long you have waited in the shadows, shuddering and terrified. Lamm would have you believe that you are powerless, that listening and reporting was all you could do. He taught you to sneak, and not to strike. Because the combination of both would be dangerous to him.
The half-orc stopped for a moment, considering.
If you were my enemy you might be difficult to deal with. You could escape into places that I could not follow into, you could attack from places I would not expect. Take heart boy, weakness is a choice. Learn your strengths, your's may be complex. I take satisfaction that mine are simple and straightforward, like my mind.
The half-orc stopped for a moment, considering.
If you were my enemy you might be difficult to deal with. You could escape into places that I could not follow into, you could attack from places I would not expect. Take heart boy, weakness is a choice. Learn your strengths, your's may be complex. I take satisfaction that mine are simple and straightforward, like my mind.
Ambrus
Explorer
Dj'hân takes a half step closer to Thorson as his fear of the hulking brute is washed away by the man's softened demeanor. Listening attentively to the half-orc, the urchin bites his bottom lip as he considers the advice very carefully. "Alright. I'll try to be strong too."
Suddenly Dj'hân throws his little arms wide and fiercely hugs the half-orc's bent knee as a warm evening breeze sweeps in around the odd pair. "And I don't think your mind is simple at all Mr. Giant."
Suddenly Dj'hân throws his little arms wide and fiercely hugs the half-orc's bent knee as a warm evening breeze sweeps in around the odd pair. "And I don't think your mind is simple at all Mr. Giant."
Valthosian
First Post
Thorson starts in surprise at Dj'hân's spontaneous display and mutters a thank you under his breath. At the sensation of the breeze he is overwhelmed by a sense of wonder and he bends down further to look Dj'hân closely in the face, realizing that the halfling is something far beyond his own limited experience. After a long moment, the half-orc looks up with a thunderous expression on his face at Lynn and Edmond as if daring them to say anything at all about it.
