[Vile] Puppy Kicking PCs at Work

[Telsar]

Once Sunedilar releases Leeza’s neck, she rubs it, then looks upset at the blood on her hands. “You could have killed me, you great big lummox!” Hex says to her “Calm down, Leeza. Everything will be alright now.” He motions to his men, some little hand gesture that they apparently understand, and all the men, all the ones visible that is, lower their weapons and point them to the ground.

Hex says, “They don’t need to drop them… and you don’t need to drop yours. We’re all civilized here, no? Now, what I can use you for. I said ‘enemies’, earlier, but really there’s just one individual I’d like you to rough up for me right now. If you do a good job, maybe you can cross paths with everyone who’s crossed me. Anyway, this one person, an old halfling, I think he stole a pendant from one of my men. He acts like he’s demented, and homeless, and wanders the street playing a flute for spare coins. Not sure I believe that act, but if I send one of my men, and it winds up he’s a spy for the crown, it’ll get traced back to me. But you? I’m sure you could pull off that you just don’t like him, you know, with all that natural aggressiveness you have, beat him up, search him for my pendant, and bring it back to me.”

“Doesn’t sound too difficult, does it? Chances are he's just what he seems, and if not, I'm sure you can silence him so it doesn't matter. And I’ll give you at least 50 gold a piece just to go, another 200 each if you recover the pendant.” Aligor hears something familiar in what Hex just said, ‘give you at least 50 gold’, similar to, but not necessarily connected with, the words he found written on a map. [Note the map was first mentioned in post 209 , with significant info about one place on the map in post 249 and beyond]

Hectaras finishes with “So, think you can handle it?”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Alone and away from prying ears Accalon finally turns to the fair skinned beauty with the dark hair an intriguing smile on his face, “Gold’s not that useful to me, but I’ll still want my fair share, so what other types of compensation are you offering?”

"I have much to offer, in blood and magic if gold doesn't suit your taste," Lydia says, lowering her head to give her eyes a hooded look. The lurid brand on her chest seems almost to sparkle in the light. "I will find my comrade, she can help us too," she adds, looking down the hall for Aeweth.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon looks upon the brand with fringe interest as he replies curtly, obviously not happy with first answer, “Yes and I’m sure there most impressive, but if you want to keep some of your coins I’m more into lust.”

He frowns lightly at the mention of Faleri but makes no actions to hinder Lydia, “I agree that we could use help but she doesn’t seem to inclined to want to help us and I don’t think waving gold or a brand in her face will convince her otherwise so what’s the plan?”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I'm waving nothing," Lydia says, flaring her nostrils. "And I can convince her if necessary. We took a job, and she will have to perform it. What your price is... I cannot guarantee. I want to see if your sword is as ready to strike as your tongue before I agree. I want that celestial dead."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon chuckles lightly obviously amused at Lydia’s reaction, “Feisty, I like though obviously it’s not much of a surprise considering what you where doing to poor Algernon.” He winks as if trying irritate her, “You mistake my terms, my dear, as I have no desire for something quick so it will need to be in celebration and not preparation.”

His face turns dark as he becomes more serious, “My sword arm will strike Ezuvial and once we slay him you’ll find something equally eager to strike you… So lets say a night of celebration, however I feel fit to celebrate, for a dead celestial. Deal?”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Fair payment, as long as he dies first," Lydia says, touching her brand. "Let me get Aeweth, she will be of some help."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)

Accalon smiles as nods his head obviously pleased with her decision, “Good good, I’ll fallow my lady, who knows maybe we should let Algernon go and try to convince him, it would be a nice distraction for us in all.”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I'll convince him surely enough," Lydia says and goes to Algernon's room where presumably he's still tied down.

"I have a proposal for you," Lydia says as she gathers up her armor and begins to put it on. "Your bodyguard, it seems, is a hound archon, a celestial. Which is probably why he destroyed your studio. Now, if you'd like some revenge, I can let you off that bed. If not, I'm sure you'll wiggle out in a bit. What would you like to do, m'lord?" she says, her voice low and focused.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Rhesa's been roaming around the brothel, trying to dissuade anyone from poking their heads out and getting them accidentally lopped off by some overzealous crusader for purity. She comes back just as Lydia says something to the bound man. "Having fun?" she asks. She sees that Lydia is donning her armor. "You don't actually plan on fighting him, do you?" Oops thinks Rhesa. More demure. "I mean, uh, he seemed pretty strong..." she continues, now firmly Aeweth rather than Rhesa.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"There's a hound archon downstairs sweetpea, your Ezuvial. We're hired to kill him, with an extra bonus. So prepare yourself, we have a job to do," Lydia says briskly, looking over at Algernon to see about his response.