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<blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 304948" data-attributes="member: 96"><p><strong>Session Two, Part Four: Back Alley Brawl</strong></p><p></p><p>"I wonder if she's some sort of wizard or sorcerer who became trapped?" Di'Fier mused as his partner relayed the session with Echo and Glunnyn to him.</p><p></p><p>"I'm not sure," said Dru, watching the girl. "What happened with your investigation?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, the foreman and some of the workers were loading certain boxes onto a cart behind the warehouse. I followed that cart to the Beggar's Market in Scurvytown. There wasn't any, ah, 'unusual' packing material though." Di'Fier paused. "You say she repeated the words of the spell?"</p><p></p><p>Dru nodded. "Like she was casting it at the same time."</p><p></p><p>Di'Fier frowned. "Let's try it again." Raising a hand, he made a minor incantation - which Echo repeated. The young mage struggled with the bizarre effect, but the simplicity of the spell was enough to keep him focused. Echo lapsed into silence a moment after he did.</p><p></p><p>He waited for Dru to come out from under the effects of the <em>daze</em> spell. "Well...it was hard to cast with her echoing like that...but I definitely did it. It didn't seem to have any other effect though."</p><p></p><p>Dru shook her head. "Right. Let's get her some better clothes. Then we should go visit Roth at this club of his."</p><p></p><p>"We'd better wear our dress uniforms. They're pretty exclusive."</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> </p><p></p><p>The two Watchmen followed the doorman into the main hall of the Gilt Club. Lined with marble pillars, trimmed with rare woods, decorated by the work of some of the most famous artists of the city, the club put all other buildings in the city to shame - including the Sea Lord's Palace.</p><p></p><p>The room they were left in was comparatively sedate, but still more opulent than any they'd been in before. Dru immediately dropped into one of the elaborately carved chairs and propped her boots up on the table, while Di'Fier tested the quality of the carpet by pacing repeatedly around the room.</p><p></p><p>Eventually, the door opened. Dru hurriedly pulled her feet from the table and stood to greet Torsten Roth, head of the Freeport Merchant's guild. Behind him, she could see the form of Arlan Tarjay - a merchant nearly as successful - walking away, his face wracked with worry. <em>Interesting.</em></p><p></p><p>"Guildmaster Roth," Di'Fier began. "We're very sorry about what happened to your warehouse, and your men."</p><p></p><p>The guildmaster held up a hand. "They were not my men. From what I've heard they were engaging in illegal activities, and they were doing so without my sanction."</p><p></p><p>The Watchman nodded. "Of course."</p><p></p><p>His partner picked up the train of thought. "We had no idea there were so many unknown wizards of such power in the city."</p><p></p><p>Torsten leaned forward eagerly. "You're certain they are not <u>known</u> then?"</p><p></p><p>"It seems almost like this was supposed to send a message," Di'Fier mused. "But to who? You?"</p><p></p><p>Roth sat back, shaking his head. "No. While I have enemies - anyone as successful as I am would - they are hardly the type to try to set warehouses on fire. Merchants usually tend to a more economic form of revenge."</p><p></p><p>Di'Fier nodded. "Of course. It does seem like a bit of overkill just to send a message to you. You will let us know if anything else happens?"</p><p></p><p>"Of course."</p><p></p><p>As they left the club, Dru unbuttoned the collar of her uniform. "Can't believe we got dressed up for <em>that</em>," she grumbled. "Did you see Tarjay? He looked like he was waiting to find out if his breakfast had been poisoned or not."</p><p></p><p>"I wonder if your father's got something on him, too."</p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> </p><p></p><p>The rest of the evening passed slowly. A widespread investigation in the Docks district by the entire team had turned up no new information - either there had been no witnesses, or they were all keeping quiet.</p><p></p><p>Dru and Di'Fier collected Echo from Spruce in the Records Department, who had been watching her for them, and headed out across the Old City to their homes.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, Dru raised a hand. Shouts echoed down an alleyway - and then the unmistakable liquid tongue of spellcasting. As one, she and Di'Fier whirled and charged towards the sound.</p><p></p><p>"What is this?" Dru shouted. "Break it up!"</p><p></p><p>The fight hardly paused: a trio of cloaked figures dodged the blades of the two elves that attacked them. A third already lay crumpled in a corner of the square. One of the humans looked up and Dru's words and snarled, spitting eldritch words. Two glowing bolts spiralled from his hand, burning into Dru's chest. His companions treated their elven opponents in the same way, and another elf dropped.</p><p></p><p>Di'Fier, his blade drawn, reached out with his magic and gave time a twist. The rest of the combat seemed to slow, and as soon as he'd finished he gave the mage that had attacked his partner a taste of his own medicine, the trio of manabolts searing through clothing to burn unprotected flesh.</p><p></p><p>"That's <em>it</em>," Dru gritted through clenched teeth as she charged. "You. Are <em>all</em>. Under. <strong>Arrest!</strong>" To punctuate her pronouncement, she dropped the spellcaster who had dared to attack her with a single blow, straight through the heart.</p><p></p><p>The eyes of one of the humans went wide with fear. He spun, calling out a word that seemed to lift him gracefully through the air in an arc that landed atop a low building. His companion's spell sent a sizzling green bolt slamming into the chest of the last elf, who dropped with a scream. The mage turned to run.</p><p></p><p>Di'Fier watched him crawl along in slow motion, the magic of the <em>haste</em> spell thrumming in his veins. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a sphere of fire and sent it rolling towards the fleeing killer, and then charged after it himself. The blade arced through the air, and as it hit, Di'Fier's second spell pulsed through the blade. A rime of frost formed momentarily on the steel, and the edges of the wound blackened with frostbite.</p><p></p><p><em>It actually worked!</em> thought the young mage, as his opponent spun and stepped back. He twisted out of the way of a second acidic missile, and at his command the <em>flaming sphere</em> arced through the air and slammed into the criminal from behind.</p><p></p><p>Di'Fier pulled another spell to the forefront of his mind and let it spill from his lips, the glowing sigils erasing themselves as he did so. Now he could feel power surging through his muscles as well as speed. The bastard sword danced lightly in his hands as he took a step forward and delivered a final blow to the mage. Leaving the body where it lay, he walked back to Dru, the flames flickering out behind him.</p><p></p><p>She looked up from the body of one of the elves and shook her head. "It's too late. They were with my father's organization, though. I recognize one of them. It looks like they got ready in a hurry - they knew a fight was coming, but they had a little time to prepare. Not that it did them much good." In her hand, she held a rolled scroll, which she handed to Di'Fier. "One of the humans was carrying <a href="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/note.gif" target="_blank">this</a>."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="drnuncheon, post: 304948, member: 96"] [b]Session Two, Part Four: Back Alley Brawl[/b] "I wonder if she's some sort of wizard or sorcerer who became trapped?" Di'Fier mused as his partner relayed the session with Echo and Glunnyn to him. "I'm not sure," said Dru, watching the girl. "What happened with your investigation?" "Well, the foreman and some of the workers were loading certain boxes onto a cart behind the warehouse. I followed that cart to the Beggar's Market in Scurvytown. There wasn't any, ah, 'unusual' packing material though." Di'Fier paused. "You say she repeated the words of the spell?" Dru nodded. "Like she was casting it at the same time." Di'Fier frowned. "Let's try it again." Raising a hand, he made a minor incantation - which Echo repeated. The young mage struggled with the bizarre effect, but the simplicity of the spell was enough to keep him focused. Echo lapsed into silence a moment after he did. He waited for Dru to come out from under the effects of the [i]daze[/i] spell. "Well...it was hard to cast with her echoing like that...but I definitely did it. It didn't seem to have any other effect though." Dru shook her head. "Right. Let's get her some better clothes. Then we should go visit Roth at this club of his." "We'd better wear our dress uniforms. They're pretty exclusive." [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] The two Watchmen followed the doorman into the main hall of the Gilt Club. Lined with marble pillars, trimmed with rare woods, decorated by the work of some of the most famous artists of the city, the club put all other buildings in the city to shame - including the Sea Lord's Palace. The room they were left in was comparatively sedate, but still more opulent than any they'd been in before. Dru immediately dropped into one of the elaborately carved chairs and propped her boots up on the table, while Di'Fier tested the quality of the carpet by pacing repeatedly around the room. Eventually, the door opened. Dru hurriedly pulled her feet from the table and stood to greet Torsten Roth, head of the Freeport Merchant's guild. Behind him, she could see the form of Arlan Tarjay - a merchant nearly as successful - walking away, his face wracked with worry. [i]Interesting.[/i] "Guildmaster Roth," Di'Fier began. "We're very sorry about what happened to your warehouse, and your men." The guildmaster held up a hand. "They were not my men. From what I've heard they were engaging in illegal activities, and they were doing so without my sanction." The Watchman nodded. "Of course." His partner picked up the train of thought. "We had no idea there were so many unknown wizards of such power in the city." Torsten leaned forward eagerly. "You're certain they are not [u]known[/u] then?" "It seems almost like this was supposed to send a message," Di'Fier mused. "But to who? You?" Roth sat back, shaking his head. "No. While I have enemies - anyone as successful as I am would - they are hardly the type to try to set warehouses on fire. Merchants usually tend to a more economic form of revenge." Di'Fier nodded. "Of course. It does seem like a bit of overkill just to send a message to you. You will let us know if anything else happens?" "Of course." As they left the club, Dru unbuttoned the collar of her uniform. "Can't believe we got dressed up for [i]that[/i]," she grumbled. "Did you see Tarjay? He looked like he was waiting to find out if his breakfast had been poisoned or not." "I wonder if your father's got something on him, too." [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] The rest of the evening passed slowly. A widespread investigation in the Docks district by the entire team had turned up no new information - either there had been no witnesses, or they were all keeping quiet. Dru and Di'Fier collected Echo from Spruce in the Records Department, who had been watching her for them, and headed out across the Old City to their homes. Suddenly, Dru raised a hand. Shouts echoed down an alleyway - and then the unmistakable liquid tongue of spellcasting. As one, she and Di'Fier whirled and charged towards the sound. "What is this?" Dru shouted. "Break it up!" The fight hardly paused: a trio of cloaked figures dodged the blades of the two elves that attacked them. A third already lay crumpled in a corner of the square. One of the humans looked up and Dru's words and snarled, spitting eldritch words. Two glowing bolts spiralled from his hand, burning into Dru's chest. His companions treated their elven opponents in the same way, and another elf dropped. Di'Fier, his blade drawn, reached out with his magic and gave time a twist. The rest of the combat seemed to slow, and as soon as he'd finished he gave the mage that had attacked his partner a taste of his own medicine, the trio of manabolts searing through clothing to burn unprotected flesh. "That's [i]it[/i]," Dru gritted through clenched teeth as she charged. "You. Are [i]all[/i]. Under. [b]Arrest![/b]" To punctuate her pronouncement, she dropped the spellcaster who had dared to attack her with a single blow, straight through the heart. The eyes of one of the humans went wide with fear. He spun, calling out a word that seemed to lift him gracefully through the air in an arc that landed atop a low building. His companion's spell sent a sizzling green bolt slamming into the chest of the last elf, who dropped with a scream. The mage turned to run. Di'Fier watched him crawl along in slow motion, the magic of the [i]haste[/i] spell thrumming in his veins. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a sphere of fire and sent it rolling towards the fleeing killer, and then charged after it himself. The blade arced through the air, and as it hit, Di'Fier's second spell pulsed through the blade. A rime of frost formed momentarily on the steel, and the edges of the wound blackened with frostbite. [i]It actually worked![/i] thought the young mage, as his opponent spun and stepped back. He twisted out of the way of a second acidic missile, and at his command the [i]flaming sphere[/i] arced through the air and slammed into the criminal from behind. Di'Fier pulled another spell to the forefront of his mind and let it spill from his lips, the glowing sigils erasing themselves as he did so. Now he could feel power surging through his muscles as well as speed. The bastard sword danced lightly in his hands as he took a step forward and delivered a final blow to the mage. Leaving the body where it lay, he walked back to Dru, the flames flickering out behind him. She looked up from the body of one of the elves and shook her head. "It's too late. They were with my father's organization, though. I recognize one of them. It looks like they got ready in a hurry - they knew a fight was coming, but they had a little time to prepare. Not that it did them much good." In her hand, she held a rolled scroll, which she handed to Di'Fier. "One of the humans was carrying [url=http://www.io.com/~jeffj/note.gif]this[/url]." [/QUOTE]
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