[Vile] Puppy Kicking PCs at Work

Aligor Thunderaxe Male Dwarf Fighter/Barbarian

Telsar said:
At the shop, this man with a crooked arm and receding hairline is examining some coins with a monocle when Aligor comes in. “Did I send for you? No, no that was a few weeks ago.” He studies Aligor carefully through his monocle. “You, my dwarven friend, look hurt. But I bet the other guy is hurt more, and missing something that you’d like to sell me now. So, what have you got?”

"Nice to see ya too, Boon. If'n I were you, I would be correct, as they are far worse than I am, and should never live another day ta tell anyone. Needless ta say, it weren't no job, but only me defending myself. Damn thugs had it coming, working fer that new guy. Hex was his name. Sent them to rough up Rusty, but they made the mistake of interferin' with my ale. That's the last mistake they ever made. So whatcha know 'bout this Hex feller? Where can I find him, so that I can end this before it starts out to be a fued between his gang and me.?"

Aligor will look around the shop, looking to see what wares he can haggle with Boon on purchasing. After all, the brothers' money must be well spent. Bane will be told to guard the door, making sure that Aligor will be tipped off if someone approaches.
 

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Gwyn decks the driver with a closed fist, not wishing to spray further blood across the room, and clamps his other hand over Elorelei's mouth. He binds her, gags her, drags her up to the bedroom, and begins enjoying himself, careful not to damage her clothing as he extracts her from it.
 

Thomas Hobbes said:
"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.
"Somewhat, but pain is nothing to the rewards I gained. It's Wee Jas' mark you know, the mark of Wee Jas' darkest desires. You can gain a great deal of power from serving them, you know. I can show you sometime," Lydia says, lightly tugging on a lock of Aeweth's hair.

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.”
"I plan to get him to talk. Don't worry, I'll give him his money's worth if he insists. No need to bring down the reputation of your house. And lucky Aeweth, he should be well distracted and his guard down when you question him."
 

Alev glances around for witnesses, briefly, and then (whether or not he spots any) ducks down, cuts through the man's clothing to expose his chest; takes some time feeling around, seeming peculiarly indecisive about just which ribs to cut between, then finally makes his selection; pulls his kukri in a deep, straight line, ending with a flourish to fling blood out into the street; takes a moment more to think, then wipes his blade on the man's cheeks carefully, leaving distinctive marks.

That being done, he takes a quick look through the man's pockets, seeing if he carries anything of interest, before nodding to Sunedilar and continuing toward Rusty's Guts.

"Sometimes I marvel at my own charity. Can imagine how plain his death would have been had we never crossed paths?" He sighs. "How can a man like him be so fortunate? It is truly an unfair world."
 

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon grins satisfied deep within his hood but he simply plays it off as he lightly places a reassuring hand on Brie’s shoulder, “I only know what every man does… That she is creature of uncommon beauty but I have no intention of touching her. We can discuses this later but for now I imagine that I should make my way to this room. Your new girls should be down any moment for there johns.”

His head moves as he glances to the group of whores laying in wait, “I do have one request though, as surely they would suspect something if I went upstairs empty handed.” His studies them for a second before selecting, “The youngish one, dark haired fair skin in the dark green dress, she should be able to remove there suspicions. Keys if they’re needed, and can I watch both rooms at the same time or not? If not then maybe you should send a girl you trust to watch the other...”

OOC: Note: the one he mentions is probably the best looking of the three in the lounge that he hasn’t touched.
 
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Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Somewhat, but pain is nothing to the rewards I gained. It's Wee Jas' mark you know, the mark of Wee Jas' darkest desires. You can gain a great deal of power from serving them, you know. I can show you sometime," Lydia says, lightly tugging on a lock of Aeweth's hair.

Aeweth stares at Lydia, confused, alternating between the brand and the other woman's eyes. "I-I-I'm not sure..." she begins, but then Brei enters. "Darkest desires?" thinks Rhesa, laughing to herself. Wonder what else she wants to show me. Less than even idle spectulation, but it amuses her.

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"I plan to get him to talk. Don't worry, I'll give him his money's worth if he insists. No need to bring down the reputation of your house. And lucky Aeweth, he should be well distracted and his guard down when you question him."

"Um," begins Aeweth. "You're not expecting me to actually... do anything, are you?" she asks with guileless hopefulness. It would be out of character for Aeweth to go along with this anything but kicking and screaming. Not that I'm eager to hop in bed with some random john. Especially a sharp one. Rhesa thinks for a moment more. Come to think of it, Aeweth would probably be secretly curious. Repressed, she, or so I'd guess.

Sorry for the delay. Been a busy last few days.
 

Gwyn has his fun with poor Elorelei, having to take great care to keep the woman from passing out in pain and/or hysterics. By the time he’s done, the only word to describe the woman, both physically and mentally, is broken. [Gwyn rolled 17+11=28 on his Intimidate check to keep her lucid and awake throughout their time together].

T’aria searches Elorelei’s house, all but the occupied bedroom. The woman apparently lives alone, although by what she has said before, she has servants that come in during the day. In a box in a closet are a man’s clothing and effects, indicating she’s probably a widow. In that box, T’aria finds two diamond wedding rings that look valuable, perhaps worth 400 gp each. Also, not valuable but slightly informative, in the woman’s purse which she dropped upon entering, T’aria finds a decorative piece of paper that says “King Torvil cordially invites you to a Palace Ball in honor of the monarch’s day of birth”, with tonight’s date, probably an indication of where she was tonight. T’aria realizes there might be more of value, and clean clothing, in the woman’s bedroom. [I assume T’aria took 20 on the Search.]


At the antique shop, Boon says “Hex? Oh yeah, you must be talking about Hectaras. Brat thinks he’s a criminal mastermind, and he’s barely out of diapers. I think he hangs out at the old Hearthgate Inn. Got a dozen or so people working for him, losers for the most part, although they might pose a problem if you take them all on at once. You know, you can probably just wait a couple weeks and the kid will find someone else to stick a knife in his gut.” Assuming Aligor wants it, Boon gives the dwarf directions to the Inn.

Looking around the shop, Aligor doesn’t find much to appeal to him; mostly old furniture, some landscape paintings, and some old musical instruments. But in the back, hanging on a wall, is a very old looking dwarven urgrosh. The design is ancient, but the blade looks very sharp and well-maintained. “Just got that in. Magical, apparently, but I haven’t figured out the enchantment yet. And I doubt you can afford it; at least not until I have another job for you.”


Alev does a quick search of the fortunate dead man’s robe, and finds only one thing of interest. A short stick with what appears to be magical engravings on it. Alev is experienced enough to know a wand when he sees one. Possibly lucky the wizard never had a chance to use it.

Heading over to the Rusty Guts, a man steps out of the entrance to the place, carrying a crowbar, and says “You guys seen any city guards around? Gots some clean up work I need ‘em to do.” He looks around and clearly notices the crumpled body of the wizard back in the street. “Looks like they’re gonna be busy tonight. You two better git outta here. Don’t worry… got too many o’ my own problems to go tattlin’ about yours.”

[BTW, I’m working under the assumption that although Sunedilar knows Aligor likes to hang at the Rusty Guts, he’s never met Rusty]


At Brie’s, before coming downstairs, the owner of the place said to Lydia “It’s good to know you’re professionals and not squeamish about getting your hands dirty. Well, more than your hands.” She chuckles and slaps Aeweth on the ass, probably expecting her to laugh too. Referring to Aeweth, “I like the innocent act, probably what got that burly fellow attracted to you. Keep it up. Now both of you hurry, get dressed, and get down there or they’re going to pick different girls.”

A few minutes later, Brie is still talking with Accalon, apparently satisfied that he isn’t going to try something with Valasia. “The voyeur rooms are separate, you can’t watch both rooms from one. And they’re really not much more than dark closets with peepholes. It’s what the clients expect, so it’s what we give them. I’ll send Valasia to watch the one you don’t; she’ll tell me what she sees." Upon hearing Accalon's request, she says "Trying to get one of my girls for free, are you? If you think you can keep it quiet, and can be comfortable in the dark, go ahead and take one. If you guys don’t find who’s responsible I’ll be taking her fee out of your hides anyway.” She gives Accalon directions to the entrances to the voyeur “closets” and says she’ll make sure the girls use the right rooms.
 

Aligor Thunderaxe Male Dwarf Fightr/Barbarian

Telsar said:
At the antique shop, Boon says “Hex? Oh yeah, you must be talking about Hectaras. Brat thinks he’s a criminal mastermind, and he’s barely out of diapers. I think he hangs out at the old Hearthgate Inn. Got a dozen or so people working for him, losers for the most part, although they might pose a problem if you take them all on at once. You know, you can probably just wait a couple weeks and the kid will find someone else to stick a knife in his gut.” Assuming Aligor wants it, Boon gives the dwarf directions to the Inn.

Looking around the shop, Aligor doesn’t find much to appeal to him; mostly old furniture, some landscape paintings, and some old musical instruments. But in the back, hanging on a wall, is a very old looking dwarven urgrosh. The design is ancient, but the blade looks very sharp and well-maintained. “Just got that in. Magical, apparently, but I haven’t figured out the enchantment yet. And I doubt you can afford it; at least not until I have another job for you.”

"Well, perhaps we could strike a deal. It seems as though I also relieved a few humans of this here map earlier this evening. Might be nuthin', but then again, usually maps that are on people workin' fer the likes of Hex have a prize at the end, right? You usually giv me the same typa maps, when you are in need for some recoverin'. Take a look, might be sumthin worth lookin into."

"This is a fine piece of work! Where did ya git this here Urgosh? Ya say it has magical properties? Whatcha askin fer it? Too bad you ain't got any jobs right now, as I could take this as payment..."

"Ah, by the way. Ya remember Sunedilar, right? Ya got him workin' fer ya right now? I saw him and another feller dealin with a guy just a few minutes ago. He hasn't lost his step at all. Never saw the other feller though. Good help is hard ta find these days, but if'n ya need sumthin taken care of, you know who to ask."
 

As Accalon starts to escort the raven-haired whore upstairs, he notices Loni coming downstairs with her arm locked with the arm of a man he hasn't seen before, presumably a customer who's been upstairs this evening. The man is tall, with white hair, and wearing a long coat that could be concealing anything underneath. They reach the front door, and Loni gives him a kiss on the cheek as he departs. Then she turns and sees Accalon, smiles for a moment, but notices he's with another girl and awkwardly looks away.

At the antique shop, Boon peers over the rough map. "Well, this first spot is around where the Hearthgate Inn is at. And the end of the path is the government buildings. Can't imagine what Hex's boys would want there. Unless... Hey, does this Hex know who you are yet? If not, you're safe, and I wouldn't worry about that map." Boon seems to be being evasive for some reason.

He changes the subject. "That urgrosh was found in some old ruins up north. The guy who sold it to me said they found it and a bunch of other equipment, like there had been some explorers up there, but no sign of them, just their stuff. Spooked 'em so much they grabbed the stuff and left without doing any exploring on their own. Not sure what it does yet, but I'd sell it for ten thousand gold pieces. By the look of you, you don't have that much." He smiles at that, then says "If I can think of anything I can use you and Sunedilar for, I'll let you know. I might want someone to check out those ruins, but, I know that's a little 'clean' for your guys' style."
 
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Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

~Before

Accalon looks at the madame a curious look forming from the depths of his hood, “Madame Brie, your girl will simply be there for appearances, if it was indeed Algernon and Ezuvial who are involved in your girls disappearing I would hate for them to get cold feet tonight by seeing a armed man go upstairs without an escort, wouldn’t you?” Accalon doesn’t wait for a reply as he nods his head in departure, “Excuse me Madame but I should hurry along now.”

~Now~

After a few soft whispers the raven haired whore had been more than willing to accompany Accalon upstairs, rather or not this was to escape the johns or simply to please the madame wasn’t a real concern to Accalon.

A few steps towards the stars later Accalon’s concerns had indeed changed as he comes up short after seeing Loni escorting another man. His keen eyes look upon the white haired man searching for any signs of corruption as his minds wonders once again about what a marvelously and wonderful sister Loni would, or could be if the plague that she carries would spare her.

Leaning in quickly as he lets go of her hand he speaks dismissively to the dark haired whore, “I think I’ve had a change in taste milady.”

Leaving the dark haired whore confused and stranded in the middle of the room Accalon quickly reaches Loni’s side, collecting her hand with his as he gently starts to guide her towards the stairs as he whispers into her ear presently but with an air of command, “Loni, I’m doing the Madame’s work and I most go upstairs to the voyeur closests…” His voice turns to hopefulness and apology as he continues, “Loni, I know your stuck with doing it now but would you care to be my escort?”

OOC: check your email. ;)
 
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