[Mordheimel] The Nekromancer

[ajanders]

A little more Verrazzio

Verrazzio stretches his smile wider and thumbs a brace of gold coins from his money belt, letting her know there's more there. The coins shuttle over his knuckles his knuckles as he winks at the woman.
"Well, mia cara, they looked pretty until I saw you, eh?"

Mamma Myrmida, send this confounded necromancer down the street so I can leave!! he thinks to himself.
You'd think a potent sorceror like that would go to a brothel with a better class of girl..

 

[dreamthief]

The woman takes the coins and smiles contentedly. "Ah a generous gentleman you are..." she says.

The group waits until an hour and a half after twilight before Autumn and Sintius spy a group. Two creatures in cowls wearing shiny metal plates on their heads, and a man in the dressing of the Nekromancer approaching with a dog the size of a sheep next to him. The regular citizens on the streets move aside to let him and his companions pass.

A light drizzle begins to fall.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Autumn will try to get a better look at him. If she needs to she will actualy go up to him and beg.

 

[Hammerhead]

The fiendling's plan was a risky one, thinks T'Kran. It would be quite clear to the Nekromancer if that she was no beggar. He might grow suspicous by the very prescence of a fiendling, along with several other well-armed men staring daggers at him. Maybe it was merely the rain that annoyed him. A Skaven's coat emitted a foul musk odor when wet.

Idly cocking his crossbow and preparing several vials of unquenchable fire, T'Kran waits, tapping his clawed fingers against the side of the roof while the others tried their little plans.

 

[dreamthief]

The Nekromancer approaches the alley with his guards. The dog growls at everything, and for a brief moment it exchanges glances with T'kran, though the master doesn't seem to notice. Autumn sees the man wearing a cowl over the bottom half of his face, and deep green eyes. She sees that he has a ornate pistol by his side.

 

[ajanders]

Errk

Verrazzio takes in the situation with one swift glance.
One mage.
Two armor-plated zombies.
One dog. And it's not a Chihuahua. Words fail to describe how completely not a Chihuahua that dog is.
Mama Myrmida that's a big dog. I hope Autumn has a spell or something for that.

He nods and winks at the lady next to him, then catches Autumn's motion out of the corner of his eye and his knuckles go white around his cup.
Peste, why was I fool enough to stay when I saw a woman at the table? Female nature is even stronger than the taint of hell, it seems.
Verrazzio slouches back in his chair, doing his best to look two-thirds drunk and one third lustful, but his right hand lays across his chest, fingers only a few inches from the trio of darts slung under his arm and one eye lazily tracks Autumn's status.
He's not exactly sure what he'll do if she attacks Angal, mind, but he'll be prepared to do something.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Autumn approaches as close as she can and says Please sir, might you be looking for sport tonight? trying to make the best of her feminine advantages here. An obviously important person such as yourself shouldn't be religated to going to a common brothal. She flicks her tail in the direction of the whorehouse. Besides I'll bet they don't have anything as exotic as me in there.

 

[Hammerhead]

OOC: Hello? Anyone here?

 

[dreamthief]

Sorry was waiting for Rino...

The Nekromancer looks at Autumn. "Get out of my way, whore." The two zombie creatures turn to look at the druid. It is eerie the way the light bounces off their metal faceplates.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

The red of Autumn's eyes shine in the dark. I am no whore! I am a courtisan. She says and backs away.