[Vile] Puppy Kicking PCs at Work

[Fangor the Fierce]

Aligor Thunderaxe Male Dwarf Fighter/Barbarian

Rusty says “I don’t owe this Hex jerk nuthin’. He says he kin ‘protect’ my place from damages for a fee, but you kin guess what that means. He’s just a loud-mouthed kid that didn’t git spanked enough. As for the bodies… damn, Aligor, I don’t know. Probably better to call the guard and let them clean ‘em up.” Searching the dying bodies [Default Search rolled 16], brings up a small money pouch hidden on one, with 20 platinum and 30 gold inside, while the other has a piece of paper. On this paper is a rough map of the city, with a line drawn running from a point in the middle of city to the Rusty Guts Tavern, and another line from the Tavern to a spot on the south side of town, near the royal palace. Also, written on the paper are the words “Give him at least 50 gold!!!”

"Ya can call the guards, but after I leave. Leave my name out of it fer now, as I spent too much time in those cells as it is without this kinda mess! Ah, what've we got here?"

Aligor shows Rusty the map, asking if he recognizes the other locations on it. He will also grab his gear at his table, adding the platinum pieces to his stash, while dropping the 30gc at Rusty. "Here, take this. I guess I overstayed another night, but it isn't the first, and most definately isn't the last! I am sure you can find a use fer that gold, as long as you tell the guards I wasn't in on this one. Or if'n they know I was here, tell them I walked in after they attacked you and I simply rescued my bartender. After all, you are the only one that serves me these days, and I wuld hate to have ta find somewhere else to drink! If'n ya tell them, they might listen ta you, because I know sure as hell they won't listen ta me!"

Making a sharp whistle, he calls for Bane, his dog that should be sleeping outside, while Aligor gathers his stuff and looks around to make sure he didn't forget anything.

"Don't worry about Hex, I can take care of that loose end. Do you happen to know how many others work fer him? I guess he won't be to pleased with this mess, and will more than likely be sendin some of his other scum after me soon. Either I end it at the source, or keep my eyes open fer his other scum. Damn, if'n only I didn't work alone these days." Bane sluggishly strides in, yawning a bit, and when he sees the humans sprawled on the floor, bleeding, he walks over and sniffs them. Not seeing them move, he strides over to Aligor, who pets him on the head, while he growls a little at Rusty. "Shutup Bane, you know Rusty! Well, at least I got you fer watching my back, ya lazy mutt!"

OOC - Waiting for Rusty to let me know if he wants me to use my other potion to heal one of the humans, let them die naturally from their wounds, or tell me to go ahead and finish them off. Also waiting to see what he knows about the map. Seems as though Hex works for someone, and pays for protection from officials, but then again, that's another assumption...

 

[Guilt Puppy]

In the street, the robed man says to Alev and Sunedilar “Something useful? How am I supposed to know what you would find useful? You seem pretty tough. My boss could use new muscle, if you’re looking to make money. I’m not a wizard’s henchman but I’m somebody’s henchman. So… I’ll go get my friends down the street, and we’ll all put a good word in for you. How does that sound?”

"Useless, really." Alev's wrists twitch as he decides whether or not to cut any flesh. "You're offering to help us become you, and we don't want to be you. You're pathetic."

"Keep talking, though. You don't need to know what we'd find useful. Just say things until we get bored, and if something's been useful by that point, you live for longer than that. If not, you don't. It's all very simple really."

Alev sniffs, wrists twitch.

"Oh, but we do bore quickly."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

The bodyguard still seems fascinated by Aeweth, but says something rather unpleasant when she mentions her name and home town [Bluff rolled 12+8=20]. “You’re lying. Better to say its none of my business than tell me a falsehood.” He smiles at her, apparently a genuinely kind smile. [Sense Motive rolled 10+9=19]

Well, sh-t again. He's sharp. Aeweth blushes, averts her eyes, and speaks quietly. "S- sorry. I- I'm new at this, and I didn't exactly come to this normally." She smiles bashfully. Well, all technically true.

The one Accalon is carrying, and offers to Aeweth, is a frilly pink thing, made with sheer, almost see-through material. When Accalon holds it up, there isn’t much to it; apparently Brie won’t mind if her arms and legs get cold.

Oh, for the love of-! Madame Brie, you aren't paying me nearly enough. Rhesa mentally pouts a little. I like Lydia's better. All right, focus now. Let's see if I can't get out of this with at least one set of clothes on for the duration. "Um, if you'll excuse me, I-I've got a few more things to take care of..." Aeweth trails off, eyes still averted, still blushing.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Downstairs, Madame Brie has welcomed the two clients, and says she’ll leave them alone with the girls to get better acquainted. The bodyguard still seems fascinated by Aeweth, but says something rather unpleasant when she mentions her name and home town [Bluff rolled 12+8=20]. “You’re lying. Better to say its none of my business than tell me a falsehood.” He smiles at her, apparently a genuinely kind smile [Sense Motive rolled 10+9=19] The man’s employer says to him “Now how do you know that? You said you were a good judge of people, but still, ladies need their secrets.” He turns back to Lydia. “My new friend here”, referring to the bodyguard, “is so uncouth. Why, if I knew one of your secrets, I certainly would never blurt it out.” He draws closer to Lydia. “I can prove it to you. Whisper one in my ear.”

*Lydia gives a faint smile and leans very close.*

"I am entirely evil," she whispers, and gives a faint, throaty chuckle, running her tongue along the outer rim of his ear briefly.

At Brie’s, Accalon and Valasia finally come back down, each carrying an outfit. The one Accalon is carrying, and offers to Aeweth, is a frilly pink thing, made with sheer, almost see-through material. When Accalon holds it up, there isn’t much to it; apparently Brie won’t mind if her arms and legs get cold. The outfit that Valasia hands to Lydia is low-cut and made of black leather, obviously designed to accentuate cleavage and fit snugly around everything else. It comes with a pair of black leather very high-heel shoes that look like they might require a few days practice to walk in.

The immaculate client notices the gifts and says “Ah! I see Brie hadn’t had time to set you up with new clothes. You two must really be new then!” Looking at Lydia, “Is it possible that I will have the honor of being your very first client?” The thought seems to excite him a great deal. “I promise to be gentle, my dear”. The bodyguard, meanwhile, watches the new arrivals, Accalon and Valasia, perhaps looking for any threat to his employer, but after a moment, his attention returns to Aeweth.

"I'm sure you'll be very gentle m'lord. Allow me to change into something more... suitable while you converse with the Madame," she says, stroking the side of his face before she gathered up her clothes, Aeweth's clothes, and bundled them both upstairs.

Ridiculous outfit, if rather becoming. At least it should loosen the tongue of that foppish lordling. If, of course, I don't fall down the stairs. Demure steps Lydia, that's what your governess always said, demure, tiny steps. Now I know why.

"Come on, let's get tarted up. We're going have to show a great deal more skin before these rutting fools start to babble what they know," Lydia says, quickly stripping herself and getting into her new dress. What becomes evident, as Lydia removes her shirt, is that there's a hand-sized brand on her chest. It's slightly recognizeable as a symbol of Wee Jas. Now, Wee Jas' symbol isn't particularly comforting at the best of times, looking like a baroque, stylized red skull. But his brand show sharp teeth, horns, and an entirely sinister expression. There's no doubt that this is a brand of the utmost evil.*

*Lydia puts on her black dress, and produces a red silk scarf to cover her brand in the skimpy dress, and slips on her shoes.*

"Aeweth, do you have any makeup? I've seen you with some before, I believe," Lydia asks, glancing over at her partner to see what her reaction is.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon studies the potential new whores with an even graze. The two women couldn’t be more different, the blonde was as shy and naïve, more so than he imagined that Loni had ever been while the raven-haired one seemed almost professional and in Accalon’s expect opinion she could be broken in easy enough.

His own interest in her is perked as he watches the way she handles her potential first client, Charming in a dark way. I should toss her a few coins… Maybe she’ll bite. He smiles briefly from the darkness at the thought, he was never rough with a lady who didn’t want it, but he liked it well enough and he never ignored the demands and begging for rougher treatment. Accalon was a gentleman and the last thing he ever wanted to do was to disappoint the ladies.

He watched the two new girls get up to leave another smile formed on his face as the fair skinned beauty was smart enough to come up with the same escape that he had planed for the nervous blonde.

Hiding his smile he turns to the two guests, his voice friendly and excited for them, in the hopes of buying them all the time they needed to escape, “Gentlemen seems like you two are in for a treat, heh? No need to worry though, there just going to get dolled up, you want to get your money’s worth right?” He laughs lightly as he points nonchalant towards the other girls he continues, “If your in a hurry or simply want an appetizer I’m sure one of them can help you, for a price in all.”

Accalon looks upon the guest from his cloak causally and if neither of them seems to incline to speak to him he looks to see if Madame Brie needs anything from him.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

What becomes evident, as Lydia removes her shirt, is that there's a hand-sized brand on her chest. It's slightly recognizeable as a symbol of Wee Jas. Now, Wee Jas' symbol isn't particularly comforting at the best of times, looking like a baroque, stylized red skull. But his brand show sharp teeth, horns, and an entirely sinister expression. There's no doubt that this is a brand of the utmost evil.

*Lydia puts on her black dress, and produces a red silk scarf to cover her brand in the skimpy dress, and slips on her shoes.*

"Aeweth, do you have any makeup? I've seen you with some before, I believe," Lydia asks, glancing over at her partner to see what her reaction is.

Oh. Oh dear. Profanity fails in Rhesa's mind. Then, her second thought: Should you really be surprised? Lydia's no schoolgirl. She worships a goddess of death, she's got this wierd obsession with corpses, dresses all in black.... Rhesa tries to figure out why she's so... dissapointed. She covers her thoughts by turning away in false modesty and removing her scholar's robes which, while certainly cut down from what a monk might wear, are still worth noting. I suppose I hoped she was, well, normal. Or close to it. Is she even better than Gwyn? She strips down to her lowest layer of robes and turns around just before Lydia puts the scarf around her neck. Aeweth's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh! I know that one!" Aeweth... claims to be a scholar. "Don't tell me, I think I know which sect that is..." Aeweth frowns in concentration. "Shoot. It's slipped my mind." She gives Lydia an obliviously cheery look, although perhaps still a bit disconcerted by the less-than-benign imagery. "Did it hurt?" Stall for time. Talk religious iconography and hopefully they'll pick another whore.

 

[Telsar]

Rusty smiles and says to Aligor, “Ya mean all I had to do was call the guards to git ya out o’here?” Rusty gives Aligor a little pat on the back; that and the joke are probably the only way the crusty bartender knows to thank the dwarf for possibly saving his skin. “You aren’t gonna give just one of them a healing potion, are ya? If you want to wake ‘em up, that’s your business. I don’t care if they just expire right here, but I wouldn’t wake up just one... he’s bound to be a little heart broken about his brother. Kinda fittin’ their stupid bloodline endin’ all at once.” Rusty looks at the map Aligor found. “Hmmm…. This map ain’t too precise. Like they knew the places they wanted to go, just didn’t know what streets to take. The spot in the middle of town is full o’ some of the more run down inns and taverns; nuthin’ there as respectable as my place. And the other spot, near the palace, that’s where the government buildings are. The court houses, the city hall, the guards’ barracks, that sort o’ thing.”

Rusty steps to the door, looks up and down the street. “Ain’t no guards in sight, just some punks up the street, so probably a good time for you to go. I won’t tell the guards you were here… anyway, it’ll keep people from tryin’ anything in here if word gets around I dealt with them myself.”

Meanwhile, one of those “punks” down the street is bargaining for his life. The robed man tells Alev and Sunedilar “C’mon guys, my spell didn’t even hurt you. Something useful, something useful…” He thinks for a minute, then says “Look, all I got is the job me and my friends are supposed to do next. We know a building where there’s supposed to be a lot of gold just sitting there. They just got some money in to pay their employees tomorrow. That’s why we’re hitting it tonight. But only me and my friends know where, so allow me to go get them” he takes a step down the street, “and we can all benefit, do this job together.”

In the showroom, the well-dressed man’s hand caresses Lydia’s waist as she rises to go change. “Do hurry back. That secret you told me; I believe I’ll require a demonstration before I’ll believe you.” After the two girls go upstairs, Madame Brie says to the cultured client, “Dear Algernon, it seems you have already made your choice for the evening, and a very good choice indeed. She is new, but not remotely inexperienced. And what of your friend here, your bodyguard you said?”

Algernon says “Oh, Ezuvial’s just here to watch. Apparently I have enemies I didn’t even know I had”. The bodyguard, now with a much sterner expression since the departure of Aeweth, says “Surely you don’t want me to watch you…” he trails off, not finishing the sentence. “But of course! I think it will add to the excitement. Besides, maybe I’ll need you to pull her off me, if she gets… too aggressive.” A smile passes Algernon’s lips, as that thought apparently pleases him. Ezuvial says “Maybe you will need that. You did notice she had weapons, didn’t you?” By Algernon’s confused expression, he obviously didn’t. The bodyguard continues “But she’s no threat to you. So why don’t I occupy my time while your busy.”

Listening to Accalon, the bodyguard says. “An appetizer? That’s a unique way of looking at women.” The words were pleasant enough, but Accalon senses [Sense Motive Rolled 18+6=24] a bit of hostility. But he apparently agrees with the idea, moving to sit next to one of the other girls, taking her hand. Adressing Madame Brie, he says “Would two women be permissible? This one, and the Boccob disciple who just left.” Brie explains that will cost extra, but he agrees to the price. The Madame then excuses herself, saying she’ll check on the girls. She passes Jovana, one of her girls, who comes into the showroom. She practically ignores Accalon, looks around, sees Algernon alone and slides up beside him.

Algernon says to his bodyguard, “Ho! Two girls at once? Surely you’ll have to hurt the feelings of one or the other. But I have no need for an appetizer. I suspect the meal will be filling enough.” He extricates himself from Jovana’s side and then, a thought apparently occurs to the man, and he jumps up, walks over to Accalon, pulls him aside a bit and says, half-whispering, “I just realized. You must be the one that kept Valasia from greeting me. So I have to ask… what do you have on Brie that she finally gave her up to you?”

In a bedroom upstairs, Madame Brie enters finding Lydia and Aeweth changing. She analyzes them with her beady goblin eyes, saying “Do you have a plan, here? I’ve known Algernon for years, but I’m beyond actually trusting anyone.” Without waiting for a response to her question, she starts pointing out little touch ups they should add to their make up, with her small hands firmly adjusting both girls’ outfits to her suiting. “Luckily, they both seem to like you even in those awful clothes you were wearing. Oh, you… “ she says to Aeweth, “you’re even luckier. You’ll only have to do half the work; that rough one wants another girl to help you.”

 

[Serpenteye]

[Initiative (who’s up next):
Alicia, Unhurt
Driver, Disabled, tied
Gwyn, HPs: 15/18
Woman, Unhurt, grappled
Dog, Unhurt
T’aria, Unhurt, grappling]

Alicia steps back (5 feet) from the raging lap-dog, pulls out her sword and growling loudly; "Bad Dog! Bad!" cuts into it to the best of her ability.

ooc: Attack +10 (3d6+13/19-20, Large Masterwork Greatsword at full Power Attack and full Reckless Attack

AC: 17

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon watched with interest, it wasn’t often he had the chance to watch fate’s work but his watching was interrupted by Algernon. He thinks for a second looking for a way to turn in his favor but he starts with the truth his whispered voice full of disappointment, “I’m afraid you misunderstand the situation… Madame Brie had Valasia retrieving dresses for the new girls as I had finished my two and simply walked out of my room. It was just happenstance and my gentleman way that lead to me helping her bring the dresses down.”

Accalon leans in closer and continues his whisper, “It’s worth it you know? The two girls… Especially when you consider the inexperience of your chosen, whom will lack certain skills and training.” Accalon pauses letting the truth of his words settle upon the man’s ear, “I myself took a new girl, not as new as those two, and I more experienced one and found the experience to be uniquely rewarding…” He chuckles lightly as he remembers his enjoyment and as he continues his words he motions slightly from within his hood towards the tall woman, “Actually, the girl that you might want was just at your side, she quite talented and her name is Jovana.”

OOC: I guess there is a diplomacy check in there +9.

 

[Telsar]

Alicia takes a step back, swings her huge sword down, and cuts the large dog in two with one blow [Rolled 6+10=Hit AC 16. Damage rolled 10+13=23 damage. Dog’s fortitude save failed badly, dies. BTW, my apologies, just realized Alicia is large, and should have got an Attack of Opportunity before the dog got within melee range. I’ll try to remember that in the future.] It’s owner, hysterical when this all started, now with a dagger at her throat, her protector dead, and a friend nearly killed and being dragged to her house (Gwyn with Anton), goes into shock. “That thing. That thing killed my dog. What is it? A monster. Yes, it’s a monster. You’re all monsters. The world is full of monsters.” She continues to babble, offering no resistance to T’aria at all.


Algernon says to Accalon, “Ah, how disappointing. If you hadn’t been willing to tell me how you arranged it, I thought I’d at least get details on what Valasia was like. I’ve never actually been with an elf before; very hard to find one willing to work in a place like this.” He looks at Jovana at Accalon’s recommendation [Diplomacy rolled 5+9=14]. “Hmmm… it seems I may have had her before. To be honest, I’m terrible with whore’s names, but if she’s as I remember, she seemed very cold after she got her money. Besides, didn’t you see the one I picked? Perhaps new here, but not new to the world. If there’s anyone here with experience, it’s her. She’s almost,” he pauses sucking in his breath, “intimidating.”