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<blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 479312" data-attributes="member: 96">Session Twelve, Part Two: ConspiracyThe alley was filled with the soft sound of a body arriving, not in the usual manner, but rather without occupying the intervening space.&nbsp; The frost-rimed figure fell to one knee, spat on the pavement, and struggled to its feet.&nbsp; From deep within the folds of its concealing cloak came a pained hiss as it staggered off into the night.<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Flames exploded around the corner of the room where Dragosani had just disappeared from, and Dru reached for another globe from the necklace she had taken from Jallarzi. And another to make sure...She was interrupted by a voice from behind.&nbsp; &quot;What is the meaning of this?&quot;Dru swung around, a fortnight of frustrated anger suddenly finding a new target in the person of Torsten Roth.&nbsp; &quot;You,&quot; she spat.&nbsp; &quot;You double crosser.&quot; She took a step. &quot;You pathetic little worm of a round-eared human.&quot; Another.&nbsp; &quot;I ought to cut your throat right here.&nbsp; Ulric Dragosani.&quot; In her mouth, the name was a curse.&nbsp; &quot;You should be ashamed of yourself.&quot;Roth took one look at the vengeful scion of the Naïlo family - silhouetted in flame, with a bloodied blade - turned, and ran.It was his great misfortune that he did not get far, as six feet of Watchman slammed him into the wall, and then the ground.&quot;You can't do this!&quot; Roth cried, as Di'Fier began to tie him.&nbsp; &quot;I'm the Guildmaster of the Merchant's Guild!&quot;Dru crouched down to look at Roth's face where it was being smashed into the carpet. &quot;Which is being searched right now.&quot;&nbsp; Roth paled, and she continued. &quot;Did you hate my father that much?&quot;Something inside the Guildmaster broke, and he stopped struggling against his captors.&nbsp; &quot;This was the only way I could be free of him.&quot;&quot;By selling out the city?&nbsp; That's some impressive hate.&quot;&quot;I sell things.&nbsp; That's what I do.&quot;Di'Fier pulled Roth to his feet.&nbsp; &quot;Including your soul.&quot;<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Captain Marcus Roberts was sound asleep when his butler entered the room and waited a moment in respectful silence before clearing his throat.&quot;What is it, Sykes?&quot; he snapped.&quot;The...individuals you spoke with yesterday have returned, Captain.&nbsp; With, if I am not mistaken, Guildmaster Roth.&quot;&nbsp; The butler hesitated, before adding, &quot;He appears to be bound and gagged rather securely, and they were rather insistent about talking to you.Roberts shook his head to clear it. &quot;Yes, of course.&nbsp; Sykes - my wig.&quot;Moments later, Roth entered the kitchen, where a glowering Dru held the bound and terrified Roth at knifepoint.&nbsp; &quot;Did they promise you they'd take care of my father for you?&quot; she demanded, then looked up to see the Captain.&nbsp; &quot;He was harboring Dragosani,&quot; she offered by way of explanation.&nbsp; &quot;The scaly b-st-rd got away, though.&quot;Roberts smiled. &quot;Since harboring fugitives seems to be all the rage this season...may I offer you my hospitaility for the remainder of the evening? I'm sure Guildmaster Roth has much to say to us.&quot;<img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> &quot;There is trouble,&quot; said Dragosani, as he poured the wine.&nbsp; He had resumed his human form for this meeting.&quot;The ex-Watchmen?&quot; Soderheim asked.&nbsp; &quot;I warned you that merely imprisoning the one would not be enough, although even I did not expect him to walk through walls to get out.&quot;Dragosani nodded, slipping the vial into his palm, carefully adding the contents to Soderheim's goblet.&nbsp; The thick liquid swirled in the red wine a moment, then was gone.&nbsp; He lifted the drinks and turned to his co-conspirator.&nbsp; &quot;They've almost certainly got Roth - which means that our plans have unraveled.&nbsp; Roth will break, I'm certain of it.&quot;Soderheim accepted the goblet, drank deeply.&nbsp; &quot;That's an unusual vintage,&quot; he commented.&nbsp; &quot;I'm not sure I recognize it.&quot;Dragosani smiled.&nbsp; &quot;It has some added spice.&nbsp; A gnomish recipe, if my memory serves.&quot; He took a drink of his own wine, set the goblet down on the sideboard. &quot;If we are to act, we must do it at the council meeting.&nbsp; After Roth's testimony, none of the Council will support you.&quot;Soderheim nodded, loosening his collar as a flush crept up his neck. &quot;Of course, you're right.&nbsp; They'll just stand in our way.&quot;&quot;Then you know what you must do.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="drnuncheon, post: 479312, member: 96"] [b]Session Twelve, Part Two: Conspiracy[/b] The alley was filled with the soft sound of a body arriving, not in the usual manner, but rather without occupying the intervening space. The frost-rimed figure fell to one knee, spat on the pavement, and struggled to its feet. From deep within the folds of its concealing cloak came a pained hiss as it staggered off into the night. [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] Flames exploded around the corner of the room where Dragosani had just disappeared from, and Dru reached for another globe from the necklace she had taken from Jallarzi. [i]And another to make sure...[/i] She was interrupted by a voice from behind. "What is the meaning of this?" Dru swung around, a fortnight of frustrated anger suddenly finding a new target in the person of Torsten Roth. "You," she spat. "You double crosser." She took a step. "You pathetic little worm of a round-eared human." Another. "I ought to cut your throat right here. Ulric Dragosani." In her mouth, the name was a curse. "You should be ashamed of yourself." Roth took one look at the vengeful scion of the Naïlo family - silhouetted in flame, with a bloodied blade - turned, and ran. It was his great misfortune that he did not get far, as six feet of Watchman slammed him into the wall, and then the ground. "You can't do this!" Roth cried, as Di'Fier began to tie him. "I'm the Guildmaster of the Merchant's Guild!" Dru crouched down to look at Roth's face where it was being smashed into the carpet. "Which is being searched right now." Roth paled, and she continued. "Did you hate my father that much?" Something inside the Guildmaster broke, and he stopped struggling against his captors. "This was the only way I could be free of him." "By selling out the city? That's some impressive hate." "I sell things. That's what I do." Di'Fier pulled Roth to his feet. "Including your soul." [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] Captain Marcus Roberts was sound asleep when his butler entered the room and waited a moment in respectful silence before clearing his throat. "What is it, Sykes?" he snapped. "The...individuals you spoke with yesterday have returned, Captain. With, if I am not mistaken, Guildmaster Roth." The butler hesitated, before adding, "He appears to be bound and gagged rather securely, and they were rather insistent about talking to you. Roberts shook his head to clear it. "Yes, of course. Sykes - my wig." Moments later, Roth entered the kitchen, where a glowering Dru held the bound and terrified Roth at knifepoint. "Did they promise you they'd take care of my father for you?" she demanded, then looked up to see the Captain. "He was harboring Dragosani," she offered by way of explanation. "The scaly b-st-rd got away, though." Roberts smiled. "Since harboring fugitives seems to be all the rage this season...may I offer you my hospitaility for the remainder of the evening? I'm sure Guildmaster Roth has much to say to us." [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] "There is trouble," said Dragosani, as he poured the wine. He had resumed his human form for this meeting. "The ex-Watchmen?" Soderheim asked. "I warned you that merely imprisoning the one would not be enough, although even I did not expect him to walk through walls to get out." Dragosani nodded, slipping the vial into his palm, carefully adding the contents to Soderheim's goblet. The thick liquid swirled in the red wine a moment, then was gone. He lifted the drinks and turned to his co-conspirator. "They've almost certainly got Roth - which means that our plans have unraveled. Roth will break, I'm certain of it." Soderheim accepted the goblet, drank deeply. "That's an unusual vintage," he commented. "I'm not sure I recognize it." Dragosani smiled. "It has some added spice. A gnomish recipe, if my memory serves." He took a drink of his own wine, set the goblet down on the sideboard. "If we are to act, we must do it at the council meeting. After Roth's testimony, none of the Council will support you." Soderheim nodded, loosening his collar as a flush crept up his neck. "Of course, you're right. They'll just stand in our way." "Then you know what you must do." [/QUOTE]

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