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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 5778172" data-attributes="member: 9255">JOHN PLAY“PLAY TO WIN”SEGMENT 22“ZINTER d’CANNITH”Aryth 05 996The man dressed in black is Challa ir’Yanger.&nbsp; But he is truly even more.&nbsp; The body is his, the assassin skills are his but his mind is shared with a fiend.&nbsp;&nbsp; This fiend has faced John Play before.&nbsp; It knows the dangers of having him on board the airship.&nbsp; But Zinter wants him.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; What does the artificer want with this ex-government spy?&nbsp;&nbsp; What does he see?&nbsp;&nbsp; What does he see that others do not?The assassin stares down at the beaten but unconscious man.&nbsp; It could kill him easily now.&nbsp; A mere flick of a claw or blade on his soft throat…. Wrist…. Or just cut out his heart.&nbsp;&nbsp; But then the game would end.&nbsp; The game was fun.Before acting on any of its fatalistic impulses, the assassin’s keen ears can hear the artificer’s soft leather shoes on the wood beyond the closed door.&nbsp; The door opens and he walks in.&nbsp; His two augmented Warforged guards are now with him.“We are over the water now.&nbsp; How is my guest?”“Alive.”“Even so soft spoken I can denote your feelings for him.”“It is nothing.” Challa seems to whispers as the fiend uses his voice.“So, what can you tell me again of him?”“He is dangerous.”“No need to repeat yourself.&nbsp; What else?”“He works as a hero for hire.&nbsp; He uses his government training.&nbsp; He is a highly skilled combatant.”“He is so much more.&nbsp;&nbsp; I can almost see the magic within him.&nbsp;&nbsp; Does he bare a dragonmark?”“As a government agent he is not allowed to be a family member.&nbsp; You should already know this.”With his head still pointed down at the prone man, Zinter’s eyes rise to stare at the assassin and smirks. “True.”“You mentioned he was lucky.&nbsp;&nbsp; Truth or are you a sore loser?”“He has physical abilities, a sharp sense of things before they happen.&nbsp; And he is highly unpredictable.&nbsp;&nbsp; He has many resources, legal and illegal.&nbsp; He is a ladies man.”“ahhhh… you’re just jealous Whisper.&nbsp;&nbsp; And a Brat-bastard…..&nbsp;&nbsp; after all of this time we are still name calling?”&nbsp; John slurs out as he can’t pretend to be asleep any further.&nbsp; “Charming.&nbsp;&nbsp; I am most curious about you Mister Play.&nbsp; I study anything and everything magic.&nbsp; Especially magic that is “outside of the box” if you wish.&nbsp; Taboo even.&nbsp;&nbsp; Much like my Warforged.&nbsp; I sense something within you.&nbsp; Magic…. But I can’t describe it.&nbsp;&nbsp; What is it prey tell?”“Go hug a rope.”“I had hoped to know without cutting you like any new found construct but such is the will of Ollandra.”“Let go and talk to your “sister” once more before reaching Stormhome.”“Try anything…. And my friend here will kill you.”“Do try something……”“Can I entertain myself with some thoughts of death and destruction?&nbsp; Or is that illegal also?” Play says smiling and winking at Challa.[ I will enjoy killing you slowly brat bastard ] the creature that has possessed the assassin communicates telepathically.The door closes and most of the lighting disappears.&nbsp; John sighs deeply then immediately begins to work on his bindings.&nbsp; “ugh.&nbsp; Damned fiend knows how to tie a damned good knot.”&nbsp;&nbsp; Failing to free himself he looks around his cell.&nbsp; It is a near empty storage room.&nbsp; No windows…. The only light is lighting seeping in through the floor boards above him.&nbsp; He sees a barrel…. Some curled up rope hanging on a peg… a few empty wine bottles… two small open crates with straw sticking out… and a lot of dust.&nbsp;&nbsp; Crude but the bottle will have to do.&nbsp; He begins to work his way over to the nearest bottle.&nbsp;&nbsp; “This will hurt…..”&nbsp;&nbsp; He pushes his body up with one hand and swings the bottle under himself with the other…. The sound is silenced but the pain is there…. Will need to buy a new pair of pants….</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 5778172, member: 9255"] JOHN PLAY “PLAY TO WIN” SEGMENT 22 “ZINTER d’CANNITH” Aryth 05 996 The man dressed in black is Challa ir’Yanger. But he is truly even more. The body is his, the assassin skills are his but his mind is shared with a fiend. This fiend has faced John Play before. It knows the dangers of having him on board the airship. But Zinter wants him. Why? What does the artificer want with this ex-government spy? What does he see? What does he see that others do not? The assassin stares down at the beaten but unconscious man. It could kill him easily now. A mere flick of a claw or blade on his soft throat…. Wrist…. Or just cut out his heart. But then the game would end. The game was fun. Before acting on any of its fatalistic impulses, the assassin’s keen ears can hear the artificer’s soft leather shoes on the wood beyond the closed door. The door opens and he walks in. His two augmented Warforged guards are now with him. “We are over the water now. How is my guest?” “Alive.” “Even so soft spoken I can denote your feelings for him.” “It is nothing.” Challa seems to whispers as the fiend uses his voice. “So, what can you tell me again of him?” “He is dangerous.” “No need to repeat yourself. What else?” “He works as a hero for hire. He uses his government training. He is a highly skilled combatant.” “He is so much more. I can almost see the magic within him. Does he bare a dragonmark?” “As a government agent he is not allowed to be a family member. You should already know this.” With his head still pointed down at the prone man, Zinter’s eyes rise to stare at the assassin and smirks. “True.” “You mentioned he was lucky. Truth or are you a sore loser?” “He has physical abilities, a sharp sense of things before they happen. And he is highly unpredictable. He has many resources, legal and illegal. He is a ladies man.” “ahhhh… you’re just jealous Whisper. And a Brat-bastard….. after all of this time we are still name calling?” John slurs out as he can’t pretend to be asleep any further. “Charming. I am most curious about you Mister Play. I study anything and everything magic. Especially magic that is “outside of the box” if you wish. Taboo even. Much like my Warforged. I sense something within you. Magic…. But I can’t describe it. What is it prey tell?” “Go hug a rope.” “I had hoped to know without cutting you like any new found construct but such is the will of Ollandra.” “Let go and talk to your “sister” once more before reaching Stormhome.” “Try anything…. And my friend here will kill you.” “Do try something……” “Can I entertain myself with some thoughts of death and destruction? Or is that illegal also?” Play says smiling and winking at Challa. [ I will enjoy killing you slowly brat bastard ] the creature that has possessed the assassin communicates telepathically. The door closes and most of the lighting disappears. John sighs deeply then immediately begins to work on his bindings. “ugh. Damned fiend knows how to tie a damned good knot.” Failing to free himself he looks around his cell. It is a near empty storage room. No windows…. The only light is lighting seeping in through the floor boards above him. He sees a barrel…. Some curled up rope hanging on a peg… a few empty wine bottles… two small open crates with straw sticking out… and a lot of dust. Crude but the bottle will have to do. He begins to work his way over to the nearest bottle. “This will hurt…..” He pushes his body up with one hand and swings the bottle under himself with the other…. The sound is silenced but the pain is there…. Will need to buy a new pair of pants…. [/QUOTE]

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