Of Vile Darkness

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Do you think you can contain yourself long enough to extract some information from some low-ranking but terribly nosey priests? They have overheard some information we would very much like to get, but using magic on them to get it directly won't work, as they carry talismans to ward off most manipulative magics. But physically, they've vulnerable. Besides, such nosey priests wouldn't do very good in the long run, so they're better off dead," Wode says, and passes over a pieces of paper to you.

*The paper contains the names of two priests, Madrin Norvfall and Farnov Weldaka.*

"They live in the temple, but have family here. Tomorrow they leave for a surprise weekend stay with their parents. Take them, extract what they know about one Baroness Wendare, and a rape attempt near Honor's Shield charity house. Price is two thousand, bonuses for any particularly interesting information you can get out of them. Make sure they're not lying either," Wode says with a languid wave.

"May I use the family as well? They will talk more readily if they believe they are saving their parents." Gwyn will obtain what information he can on the location and the domicile of the priests' parents, as well as descriptions of the priests themselves.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

*As Loviana glances around the garden, as almost to confirm the fact of what the old priest says, she flashes a brilliant smile and she nods her head in agreement.*

“Indeed it is sire, but this is the season for such loveliness.” blushing slightly Loviana hopes that the old priest will take her lack of words as bashfulness and not anything else.

After a few quite seconds she forces herself to speak and her voice is quite but appreciative and awed, “This garden is simply amazing! It must be one of the fairer in all of Andeluvay.”

*As she waits for the old priest to reply she leans down to study one of the blossoming yellow roses.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"May I use the family as well? They will talk more readily if they believe they are saving their parents." Gwyn will obtain what information he can on the location and the domicile of the priests' parents, as well as descriptions of the priests themselves.

*Wode gives you a bleak stare.*

"No, fool. Norfall and Weldaka are noble houses, and extracting their parents out from the midst of their very busy and well-guarded households would be very bad for business. I don't care what you tell the two twerps to get them to talk, but at this point the Butterfly wants to limit collateral damage," Wode says, lazily running its hand along the back of the sleeping boy by its side.

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*As Loviana glances around the garden, as almost to confirm the fact of what the old priest says, she flashes a brilliant smile and she nods her head in agreement.*

“Indeed it is sire, but this is the season for such loveliness.” blushing slightly Loviana hopes that the old priest will take her lack of words as bashfulness and not anything else.

After a few quite seconds she forces herself to speak and her voice is quite but appreciative and awed, “This garden is simply amazing! It must be one of the fairer in all of Andeluvay.”

*As she waits for the old priest to reply she leans down to study one of the blossoming yellow roses.*

*The old priest gives a dry chuckle.*

"Not the fairest m'lady, though 'tis quite fair for us that don't leave the temple! Go to the gardens at Sune's temple, or Ehlonna or Obad-Hai, they have some really impressive things there. Now Arnold," the priest says, looking to your escort, "are you going to remember your manners." The boy blushes momentarily.

"I apologize Elder. Elder Priest Aaron Adir, this is Larissa, from Honor's Shield," the acolyte says by way of introduction. Aaron's eyes widen.

"So you were the one that Orshallan prayed to Heironeous for a miracle for! Come, come, lass, come sit on the bench here," he says, scooting over so that you'd have plenty of room to sit. "Would you mind telling me of it? I keep records of everyone's personal experience with miracles... I've received three of them myself in my lifetime and cast twice as many, and each time 'tis profoundly different."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Gwyn ap Fomor, Half-fiend Mortal Hunter

"Very well, then, I shall avoid collateral damage. Where and how do I find these priests, then, and do you have a safehouse nearby where I can take them, or shall I bring them out of the city?"

OOC: Gwyn does not maintain quarters within the city, but dwells outside when he needs rest.

 

[Rhia]

[Eradiel Danode'tner Drow Wizard 5/Mindbender 5]

*Pushing the elegantly carved door open, a beautiful Drow woman swirls in, panting heavily. She slams the door shut, resting her back against it before breaking into a wicked laughter. From around the corner, Devon appears with an eyebrow raised and a grin on his face. "You've been playing again, haven't you, m'lady?"

*Eradiel slows her laughter, pushes back her hood, and responds, "You know me too well, my little fiend." As she begins to remove her outer garments, laying them on the side table for Devon to see to later, she explains, "I was restless this night so I took to walking down near the pond. Unfortunately, I found nothing of interest in my search for a toy. I was rather despondent and about to give up when I spied her. A young elven girl, two seasons from womanhood, I'd say. She was carrying a covered basket and startling at every leaf crackling in the trees." Eradiel pauses as she remembers how terrified the girl already was. Eradiel looks up at Devon through lowered eyes and starts towards him as she continues, "When she reached the alley, heading towards her home no doubt, I simply couldn't resist giving her something a bit bigger to be afraid of. What she heard was subtle at first, a bare whisper of a snarl." Eradiel closes in on the tiefling, breathing heavily, and she gives her own snarl and licks up his jawbone.*

*As she continues the tale, she walks around Devon, nipping and clawing at him, "She stopped, looking around frighteningly, then she began to walk much faster. But the snarl grew to several snarls and growls and a howling or two, louder and louder upon her. Then she was running, but too fast for my liking, so she suddenly got the idea to turn into the Shark's door. I had recognized the alley and remembered how that half-demon liked his girls young. You should've seen it. She was clawing and pounding at the door scared to death until it flung open, the Shark clearly angry with being disturbed. That is, until he saw the gift before him. With a gleam in his eye, he grabbed her small wrist and yanked her inside leaving me quite pleased with my playtime tonight." By the time she finishes her tale, she has pushed Devon down to the floor and lustily takes charge of the night's entertainment.*

*Having spent herself late into the night, Eradiel sleeps in her oversized bed amongst silken sheets and several soft pillows until the early afternoon. The scent of rosemary tea gently wakens her to see a place setting of tea, biscuits with apricot jam, and sliced apples sitting on her side table. They must have been put there but moments before. Smiling to herself, she's content with her staff as they don't forget the way she likes things. She takes her time breaking her fast while studying over DarkOathe.*

*When she finally emerges, fully dressed and in good spirits, Devon greets her in the sitting room, "M'lady, I trust you slept well. This arrived for you this morning." He holds a round platter with a sealed envelope upon it. Eradiel scoops up the note, inspecting her name and the seal. Satisfied all is in order, she breaks the seal and reads the note within.*

"Hmm. The Red Hall." She looks up at Devon with a slow grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Very well, then, I shall avoid collateral damage. Where and how do I find these priests, then, and do you have a safehouse nearby where I can take them, or shall I bring them out of the city?"

OOC: Gwyn does not maintain quarters within the city, but dwells outside when he needs rest.

*Wode slides over another pieces of paper. On it is a map of the city with a few locations and a route marked. On the back are sketches of the two priests.*

"Their familial homes are close to each other, but on the far side of the city. Tomorrow they will take a carriage from the temple to their homes, going along the marked route. Halfway along the route their driver will be forced to stop, because he will be ill. You take over, incapacitating them first if you want, or just locking them in. Take them to your place; their carriage isn't distinctive, and get the information out of them. They should be passing by the Fountian of Queen Elkya the Wise at an hour after noon tomorrow."

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Gwyn ap Fomor, Half-fiend Mortal Hunter

"Very well. Is there something in particular you would like done with the bodies, or may I dispose of them as I see fit?" After receiving an answer, and barring any further details, Gwyn will go while away the time until he is needed. He locates an attractive girl between 12 and 16 years of age, observes her father's appearance and mannerisms, then uses Mortal Skin to assume his form, enter their household, and traumatize the girl without inflicting bodily harm (using Mercykiller if necessary to subdue her). He will attempt to pick a relatively poor target, but not one so poorly off that he will evoke Roach's wrath.

 

[Emperor Valerian]

Friend of Isida. Was reading, and accidentally posted to the wrong window. Ignore and continue (oops)

 

[linnorm]

Ralam Rogue 5 / Assassin 7

*Ralam stops his pacing and swearing with a start. He straightens his clothes before responding.*

"A cleric of Beshaba is removing the curse. She said that it is complex and powerful. I don't trust her though. I'd like a second opinion, someone on the inside. What are we going to do about the good son? Killing him would be too over the top and draw too much attention, but we cannot let him get any closer than he already is."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

*Loviana casts a surprised look at Arnold as she silently looks for confirmation of the old priest’s words. She looks lost and bewildered as she settles heavy onto the bench. The dreams had weighted on her but with no one to talk to she had simply pushed the weight aside.*

Thinking upon the dream Loviana carefully looked for any reference of her true self, her true evilness, but finding none she turns her appealing eyes to the old man, “I know very little about magic so I’m not sure how this differs from other effects of magic but I will tell what I know.”

Taking a deep breath the young woman tries to organize her thoughts, “I remember little after the incident. I don’t remember how it ended or any dreams between this ending and waking in the care of Orshallan but my dreams during this afternoon where different. I…” She pauses as if she was looking for the right word, “woke in a place of beautify that I simply can not describe in words. Orshallan was there basked in a warm pure light and though I don’t remember seeing anyone else I feel like we where not alone...” Loviana shamefully looks towards the ground, “I’m afraid anymore is lost on me or I simply don’t know how to explain it.”