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chapter 2 If a Tiefer asks You to Do Something For Him....
Andrew Rimilia had been staying at the Quartered Man for about two weeks, keeping a close eye on what the agents of the Luminous Ones were up to. As a member of the Free League he'd had his share of assignments to strange and dangerous places outside the Cage. But each day that he stayed in the city of Curst, the feeling grew inside of him that perhaps he'd not make it back to his favourite drinking haunt in the Cage – namely the Sword & Buckler.
To the casual observer he looked like a man who had no memorable features. He was of average height and build, did not carry any impressive weapons or wear expensive clothes and had made blending in to his surroundings in to an art-form. The tiefling Ashenbach had asked him to go to the city of Curst as a favour to find out what the Luminous Ones were up to. That had been two weeks ago and he's not received any further information since. Every time that he sent a message asking when he could return he got a message back saying: soon, very soon.
On the same day that he's started renting rooms at the Quartered Man, a member of the Mercykillers had come in to the tavern. The silence that followed his entrance was deafening and for the first time in a long while Abascis the Sweaty had stopped wiping his dirty mugs and stood staring pointedly at the new comer. The Mecrykiller was in the process of taking out a scroll when a half-ogre seated at a table nearby stood up and stabbed him in the back with a punch-dagger. Applause spontaneously broke out throughout the tavern as Andrew sat transfixed watching the Mecrykiller turn to stone from the poison on the punch-dagger's blade. The statue was put in a corner behind the bar and the half-ogre and his companions were given free drinks for the rest of the week.
Since that day Andrew had endeavoured to fit in as much as possible. He'd sat quietly each day and studied each of the Luminous One agents in turn. The tall, striking human woman was called Toranna the Gray. He learned from conversations that she was being held at the tavern as she'd recently failed in an important mission in Sigil's Mortuary. The half-elf was called the Shadowknave and he did not speak much, except to chat up the passing barmaids. Apparently he'd also been part of this mission in Sigil but had not been responsible for its failure.
The warrior woman who spent most of the time moaning and complaining to the others (and her helmet when none others would listen) was called Traxa the Maiden. Andrew soon learned that the name was meant to be ironic as he'd heard from others that Traxa had a long history of dating various unsavoury characters and then complaining about them afterwards. The dwarf was called Ulut and was quite simply insane. He hated his companions more than anyone else in the planes, but it was this strong hatred that kept him close to them. The others did not trust him although they knew how to goad him on, in order to fight on their behalf.
Exactly two weeks after he'd arrived another group entered the tavern and came to sit down at his table. One of them was the ugliest dwarf that Andrew had ever seen. Another was the healthiest man he'd ever seen and this tall, long-haired man, wearing a simple robe, seemed to glow with health and serenity. This drew angry stares from the other tavern patrons causing Andrew ponder that he might have to make a quick exit some time soon.
A very tall earth genasi wearing bronze coloured plate mail that had a mineral, earth and ooze mephit hanging off rivets at the back followed the others in. He carried the largest hammer that Andrew had ever seen and seemed to wield it as if it weighed next to nothing. The mephits dropped off the giants back and crawled under the table where they began squabbling over a half-empty bottle of razorvine wine. The final member of the group wore a hooded cloak that trailed on the ground and had a hacking cough which infrequently emerged from the depths of the hood. From the way in which the person walked and the sound of the cough Andrew figured that the wearer of the cloak was female; probably human. His suspicions were confirmed when she began a conversation with him.
Andrew Rimilia had been staying at the Quartered Man for about two weeks, keeping a close eye on what the agents of the Luminous Ones were up to. As a member of the Free League he'd had his share of assignments to strange and dangerous places outside the Cage. But each day that he stayed in the city of Curst, the feeling grew inside of him that perhaps he'd not make it back to his favourite drinking haunt in the Cage – namely the Sword & Buckler.
To the casual observer he looked like a man who had no memorable features. He was of average height and build, did not carry any impressive weapons or wear expensive clothes and had made blending in to his surroundings in to an art-form. The tiefling Ashenbach had asked him to go to the city of Curst as a favour to find out what the Luminous Ones were up to. That had been two weeks ago and he's not received any further information since. Every time that he sent a message asking when he could return he got a message back saying: soon, very soon.
On the same day that he's started renting rooms at the Quartered Man, a member of the Mercykillers had come in to the tavern. The silence that followed his entrance was deafening and for the first time in a long while Abascis the Sweaty had stopped wiping his dirty mugs and stood staring pointedly at the new comer. The Mecrykiller was in the process of taking out a scroll when a half-ogre seated at a table nearby stood up and stabbed him in the back with a punch-dagger. Applause spontaneously broke out throughout the tavern as Andrew sat transfixed watching the Mecrykiller turn to stone from the poison on the punch-dagger's blade. The statue was put in a corner behind the bar and the half-ogre and his companions were given free drinks for the rest of the week.
Since that day Andrew had endeavoured to fit in as much as possible. He'd sat quietly each day and studied each of the Luminous One agents in turn. The tall, striking human woman was called Toranna the Gray. He learned from conversations that she was being held at the tavern as she'd recently failed in an important mission in Sigil's Mortuary. The half-elf was called the Shadowknave and he did not speak much, except to chat up the passing barmaids. Apparently he'd also been part of this mission in Sigil but had not been responsible for its failure.
The warrior woman who spent most of the time moaning and complaining to the others (and her helmet when none others would listen) was called Traxa the Maiden. Andrew soon learned that the name was meant to be ironic as he'd heard from others that Traxa had a long history of dating various unsavoury characters and then complaining about them afterwards. The dwarf was called Ulut and was quite simply insane. He hated his companions more than anyone else in the planes, but it was this strong hatred that kept him close to them. The others did not trust him although they knew how to goad him on, in order to fight on their behalf.
Exactly two weeks after he'd arrived another group entered the tavern and came to sit down at his table. One of them was the ugliest dwarf that Andrew had ever seen. Another was the healthiest man he'd ever seen and this tall, long-haired man, wearing a simple robe, seemed to glow with health and serenity. This drew angry stares from the other tavern patrons causing Andrew ponder that he might have to make a quick exit some time soon.
A very tall earth genasi wearing bronze coloured plate mail that had a mineral, earth and ooze mephit hanging off rivets at the back followed the others in. He carried the largest hammer that Andrew had ever seen and seemed to wield it as if it weighed next to nothing. The mephits dropped off the giants back and crawled under the table where they began squabbling over a half-empty bottle of razorvine wine. The final member of the group wore a hooded cloak that trailed on the ground and had a hacking cough which infrequently emerged from the depths of the hood. From the way in which the person walked and the sound of the cough Andrew figured that the wearer of the cloak was female; probably human. His suspicions were confirmed when she began a conversation with him.
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