Heroes, Inc., Day 2: Goldenight

[DM_Matt]

Timrin gives Kaarlo a good 5 minute head start then goes and seeks out Jornac.

"Jornac... is it 'Captain Jornac' or perhaps 'Admiral Jornac', I assume there is some honorific I should be using?"

He then tries to lead him toward the kitchen.

When they get there...

"An honorific? Yes, very much so."

You realize suddenly that he is not casting a shadow. You remember that he was a minute ago though.

"How about, Master, you pitiful human."

His eyes start glowing with magical purplish-black crackling energy. Suddenly a dead silence falls over the room (Quickened Silence). The man waves his hand, a whip of dark energy forming in it, and snaps it, wrapping it around Timrin's neck and trying to pull him in. (Full Attack, the weapon is an extension of himself, summonable as a free action) Timrin feels the energy burning him. The man pulls him in with it. The man is stronger, but Timrin nearly manages to break free (grapple). The energy weakens him greatly (stunned 6 rounds, 28 dmg), and the man breaks free with one clawed hand and grabs timrin's chest. Then timrin blacks out completely (poison claws).

Kaarlo is ready to act, but suddenly from the shadows, he sees movement. He turns just in time to see a shadowey figure engulf him. Dark energy shoots through his body, just like when he was attacked by the fallen angel fey. He too collapses.

 

[DM_Matt]

Dyria went inside the compound, and found Durodan. "Let me give you a hand with the prisoner," she said, uncoiling her whip-dagger idly, in full view of the prisoner. She let him see the spike and the barbs on it, then whispered the command word and let him see the sparks of lightning that zapped from one barb to another. "Traditional methods can be a bit rough. Let's bring him up to the top of the watchtower, out of everybody's way."

The man, a killer-for-hire who strikes from the shadows (or in this case, runs away instead), is not prepared to stand up to any sort of torture. He starts screaming and says "I want a deal! I'll tell you anytihng, just don't kill me!"

 

[Keia]

Crimson (Psion) AC:26 HPs: 92 PPs: 117

"I sense a faint enchantment that wasn't there before, but that's about it," Crimson offered. She then turned her enhanced gaze over the Fin, herself and the rest of the room.

 

[Hypersmurf]

A treatment with NP and Restoration does not wake her up, but she stirs a bit and her pulse and breathing are much improved. The night before, Aleena responded in much the same way to the same treatment.

"Like Aleena," Fin echoes. "Like Aleena... enchantment... Murdoch and Kaarlo's faerie dust?"

"Oh, hell," he breathes. "That doesn't speak well to Jornac's intentions, does it?"

 

[Falkus]

"Well, that was easy," Dyria said, somewhat disappointed. She hadn't even brought out the big guns yet. She pulled up a chair, and straddled it backwards while facing the man. "So, who hired you?"

 

[kirinke]

OOC:
Would Alethia hear or sense anything wrong from the infirmary?

 

[Steve Gorak]

Murdoch is patrolling the compound, flying over it. He is invisible and uses his detect magic ability to survey the surrounding buildings.

OCC: DM_Matt, please let me know if Murdoch suspects what is going on with the evil fey.

 

[DM_Matt]

"Well, that was easy," Dyria said, somewhat disappointed. She hadn't even brought out the big guns yet. She pulled up a chair, and straddled it backwards while facing the man. "So, who hired you?"

"I don't know the name. He was retty much just a floating cloak, full of darkness, with glowing red eyes. But that isnt what is going to get you to spare me. You're going to spare me because I was hired by that same employer fr a second mission tonight: To meet another assasin at a ship, and kill him. I'l tell you where, if you let me go."

 

[DM_Matt]

No one notices what is going on from other parts of the compound.

Kaarlo wakes up after an undetermined period of time. Looks like someone threw him into the kitchen from the hall, but otherwise he wasnt further hurt or tied up.

 

[Falkus]

"I don't think you quite understand our relative positions here," Dyria said, smiling wickidly. She stood up and walked around behind the assassin.

"I'm not in this for the money, or the good of the city," she lied. "I'm doing this because I like killing people. Preferably painfully. And this job lets me kill people without getting in trouble for it." She started running her fingers over the back of the man's neck.

"So, what you're offering me," she purred, placing a coil of her whip dagger around the man's throat, so if she pulled it up, it would go like a garote, albeit a spiked and electrically charged garote. "Is to give up killing someone now, in exchange for the possibility of killing somebody later. You're going to have to give me more than that before I consider letting you live."