Fallen World (Mature, Dark)

[Nephtys]

Kaj steps forward in response to some unseen signal and approaches the man, showing vicious fangs in a leering scowl.

"You presume too much," he addresses him in a low growl. "My mistress has no need of your obsequious attentions. Go back to watering your ale, we'll be gone from this hovel of yours soon enough."

[sblock=OOC]Assuming everyone shows some willingness to follow, Ysande will lead on to the Rose-petal Court.[/sblock]

"By all means, sir, you are welcome to leave at any time." The barkeep growls back, but retreats behind his bardisk.
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As the heroes talk and enjoy what's left of their drinks amidst the the dead and the dying the fog fades away and Bleck'oggcht disappears around a mawful of human flesh seconds before the tentacles vanish. A piece of a womans tigh falls wetly to the floor, still half-clad in dirty cloth.
Shortly after the City watch appear at the doors; A huge Vrock in a guardsmans uniform and mithral chain bedecked in what seems to be a considerable wealth in magic items squeezing its way trough the door with a murderous expression on its face. "The Lady's Peace is not to be broken. Especially not by scum like you." It grates in a voice like nails on a blackboard, and looks at the people in the bar, as several Babau and Wrocks teleport in around it. "You will all come with us for interrogations..." It looks at you again and hesitates, its face darkening as it listens to a telepathic voice. "...But that shall be suspended for the time being." It turns its head towards the barkeep who looks suddenly very pale as some message pass between the two, before it reaches down and rips an arm off the dead Blackcloak for emphasis.

Next round:...

Tossing the appendage aside with a disgusted look it teleports out, soon followed by its subordinates.


ooc: Good RP-ing everyone

 

[WarlockLord]

"How long is for the time being? asks the Nameless One rhetorically. "And why does the watch never manage to catch 'the bad guys?' he asks, well after the demons have teleported out.

[sblock=OOC]
Mystic will follow wherever.
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[Jemal]

"Probably because the watch usually ARE the badguys." William mutters as he relaxes after the demon's departure.. Nasty things, those Vrocks. "Whatever the case, lets be going..." He looks to Ysande to lead them to this place she had spoken of.

 

[Autumn]

Ysande just watches the Vrock wryly, knowing that it won't be her who comes to regret the decision if it decides to make an issue of the whole affair. Sure enough, it soon beats its retreat. She makes a small curtsy to the space where it had stood a moment before, smiling sweetly.

"Nice to have that out of the way..." she murmurs in a deadpan voice, and then turns to lead the way out of the bar.

 

[Gli'jar]

“She dwells in their veins, her throne is in their heads. Her decree makes no sound but in the ear of him who must carry it out.” Canthan remarks as he makes his way towards the door.

 

[Nephtys]

It's not a long way to walk, the traffic is light, and the trip is mostly uneventful. Walking up a street flanked by tidy low apartment-blocks and shops in a simplified elven style you spot a grander building up ahead. From a distance it looks strikingly elven in the ancient style; light pink sandstone elaborately carved and decorated but simultaneously light and harmonious in its proportions. When you come closer you see that the decorations, while lovely, are likely demonic in inspiration. Among the chiseled roses on the facade the more observant of you notice dark and erotic symbolism, and the gates ahead of you very subtly remind you of the gates of a woman.
The two handsome young doormen by the gates, one man and one woman clad in the black livery of upper-class servants, bow for a departing goblin noblewoman and her retainers before their eyes pass over you. Opening the gates with an expression of polite indifference they bow slightly to Ysande and let you in.

 

[Bloosquig]

"I'd like a fine brandy." Big brusquely ordered from a servant as he flounced into his seat (as much as one can flounce in razor edged full platemail)

When everyone was seated and put in their orders Big calmly took a sip of his drink and looked around the table at the group. "Well folks it looks like fate has thrown us together with an opportunity to get ahead in the world. Her High Demoness wants us to go out and meet up with some General to get more information on what the job entails. It's the best job prospect I've seen in a while that's for sure. Anyone need to grab anything before we take off? What do you think about it?"

 

[Autumn]

Ysande returns an impersonal nod of thanks to the doormen as she enters, leading the way to a table with a pleasant view out over the Gardens of Solitude and Lake Caion. She orders a pot of fragrant, perfumed tea and an elaborate water pipe. The smoke's scent is spiced and heady, mildly narcotic. Kaj shares the pipe, and joins Big in a glass of the same brandy.

Ysande is quiet, relaxing in to her seat until her order is brought and then languidly pouring herself some tea and inhaling deeply from the pipe before broaching the business that had brought them together.

As a result Big beats her to it, and she casts an eye around the others in interest at their answers. Obviously his approach was, like Canthan's, much blunter than she would have used, and her whole demeanor bespeaks that she doesn't share his apparent haste. Still... the point has been made. She waits for the others' responses, blowing a smoke ring that drifts slowly above the table, expanding as it ascends.

 

[Jemal]

Once his Whiskey - for that is the only intoxicant William partakes of - arrives, he takes a swig and looks at Big "I hate being given the run-around. So our job is to go talk to this general and find out what HIS job is, eh? Well if that's all there is to it, why the secrecy? That much could've been said in the bar, and once we left town the identity of the general and his wherabouts revealed. Anyone listening in back there allready knows we're working for The Lady. What matter if they know we're looking for 'a general' if they no not who it is? Dragging us all the way in here merely to say that? Which general is it?" He looks between Ysande and Big, feeling that something has gone unsaid.

 

[Bloosquig]

Big shrugs and drains the last of his brandy off before waving to a nearby waiter for more. After getting a new glass he then looks around quickly to see if anyone is paying a little too much attention to their conversation. (Spot roll = 9 )

[sblock=if someone is watching]Big nonchalantly sips his latest glass of brandy walks over and shoves the person to the nearest door. If s/he resists he'll happily toss them through the window overlooking the gardens.[/sblock]

After looking around Big says, "Alright we'll be working together so I can't see much reason to keep anything too close to the chest. Too many good operations get bungled that way and if you try to betray me I'll just rip off your heads and jerky your flesh for iron rations. We're on our way to meet with some General named Mokninchel to get more information on a set of ruins containing an artifact that needs fetching. The Mistress can't get in through the normal means and thus we've been "hired". The spirit wisp guided us to you as likely companions so you must already have been in her sights. You might as well come along and try to score some points with her before she has you dragged to her." Big shudders at some of his recent memories and fingers a couple tender spots almost absently.

"She's not one to drag gently."

[sblock=ooc]Big's keeping an eye out while saying this and if anyone in the background starts acting suspiciously he's gonna go for them. He's not showing it but the fact that his new comrades were engaged with assassins all of five minutes and a couple blocks from here is making him nervous. He's had enough bad adventures lately thank you very much. [/sblock]