Merchant Of Death?
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*Krayt
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He hissed a angry warning to Corny when a opportunity arose during their ascend of the staircase. Either stressing ahead to out manouvre the prelate from hearing range. The intial raspy hiss fluxated as he spoke waning in hosility and shaprness. His right hand hlaf clutched half open held infront of his chest palm down the long nails making it resemble a spider as it was held in that position. But he remained turned to Corny for very brief moment.
"I will not allow you to spoil this Belkas. Nor will you find a refuge in Sigil once they learn of your betrayal. Unless you wish to be strunged up with the bodies outside pretty as they flaunt their innards for all to see.
Be it gold you are after you will have it. But there is far more interesting awards to be had which you should consider. You mentioned you would like to taste human flesh once. Or why not explore the delights of a daintily shaped succubus for a night or two."
There was no longer any need for supple remarks as Oi cutter as to say I am on to you and I will keep watching as had been given so many times before and often countered by Corny.
Jealousy claimed the warlock as he watched the wriggeling white larvae disappear in the gullet. His pallid cyan eyes obscured by the Doomlords mask afixed on the bulge on the thin neck. He remained at the threshold watching for a moments longer than what would be considered polite. With his functioning arm he suddenly made a elbowing motion and stepped in, seeming like a forceful push as if expecting a trap to be sprung. The odd movement a distraction to his upperbody as he let the scabbard of his rapier remain at the fringe of the doorframe preventing it from being slam shut behind them to trap them inside before he was certain there was no immediate treachery. The mask shrieked deadened by the bevor as it was turned first left then right followed by down and lastly up to end at the bald man. His voice a broken blend of stuggeling hisses and a hollow monotone stabilised tone as he spoke both with a metallic edge.
"I would like to see the citizens of this wretched city making a ruddy mat of gore and bloody bones of every street within it and the dwellers below drowning in a dulage of blood. But alas a no man can have what he wish for but in fragments. Let it be so. Chaos and destruction follows in the wake of that sculpture. We are here to fan the flames. You would do well to accept the aid of the Doomguard. In this and in other matters. Just as the devils thrive in the halls of the fraternity the Tanar'ri thrives with us. Our struggle in not independent from the great strife itself but an extension of it. We are here to support you in that war. I do not care what this object truely are but for tactical purposes I would like to know. You seem to want it as badly as the Baatezu. Unless you are as I am, more interested in depriving the devils of it. Do you even know which baatorian hand pulls the strings of the dogai?"
"I will not allow you to spoil this Belkas. Nor will you find a refuge in Sigil once they learn of your betrayal. Unless you wish to be strunged up with the bodies outside pretty as they flaunt their innards for all to see.
Be it gold you are after you will have it. But there is far more interesting awards to be had which you should consider. You mentioned you would like to taste human flesh once. Or why not explore the delights of a daintily shaped succubus for a night or two."
There was no longer any need for supple remarks as Oi cutter as to say I am on to you and I will keep watching as had been given so many times before and often countered by Corny.
Jealousy claimed the warlock as he watched the wriggeling white larvae disappear in the gullet. His pallid cyan eyes obscured by the Doomlords mask afixed on the bulge on the thin neck. He remained at the threshold watching for a moments longer than what would be considered polite. With his functioning arm he suddenly made a elbowing motion and stepped in, seeming like a forceful push as if expecting a trap to be sprung. The odd movement a distraction to his upperbody as he let the scabbard of his rapier remain at the fringe of the doorframe preventing it from being slam shut behind them to trap them inside before he was certain there was no immediate treachery. The mask shrieked deadened by the bevor as it was turned first left then right followed by down and lastly up to end at the bald man. His voice a broken blend of stuggeling hisses and a hollow monotone stabilised tone as he spoke both with a metallic edge.
"I would like to see the citizens of this wretched city making a ruddy mat of gore and bloody bones of every street within it and the dwellers below drowning in a dulage of blood. But alas a no man can have what he wish for but in fragments. Let it be so. Chaos and destruction follows in the wake of that sculpture. We are here to fan the flames. You would do well to accept the aid of the Doomguard. In this and in other matters. Just as the devils thrive in the halls of the fraternity the Tanar'ri thrives with us. Our struggle in not independent from the great strife itself but an extension of it. We are here to support you in that war. I do not care what this object truely are but for tactical purposes I would like to know. You seem to want it as badly as the Baatezu. Unless you are as I am, more interested in depriving the devils of it. Do you even know which baatorian hand pulls the strings of the dogai?"
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*Iggwilv
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Scene: The Temple of The Abyss.
The prelate beckons them both to follow and they walk to the far end of the temple and then up the stairs of the temple's spire. As they move around the winding spiral staircase they eventually come to a door at the top. The prelate opens the door for them but does not enter it. Should they go through they'd arrive in a room that resembles a lavishly decorated library. Books line the walls and a fire crackles and flickers under the stone mantle piece. Dominating the view is a towering Vrock and the pale bald priest from the auction. The man reaches into a jar on a desk and from it takes a wriggling gnashing lavre. He dangles it in front of the Vrock who devours the raw soul whole.
"Gentlemen. I understand we have a common interest perhaps we can help each other?"
Meanwhile downstairs Odette ducks back behind the wall. She hears another scream and a few words shouted.
"The Fated! She went to The Fated!"
There is a sickening wet noise a strangled scream and what can only be described as a groan of pleasure from the demon as she ends the man's life. A thin spray of red blood smattering the wall behind which Odette hides.
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Brynn finds herself a spot to see everything. The Dustmen they are discussing open's the urn. A wave of heat hits them even at this distance and the man begins busily patting out a burning cinder on his cowl. A thick plume of dirty grey smoke rises from the ashes. He begins to cast a spell staring into the smoke.
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Scene The Siren's Song.
As Raka enters Aliah answers the question.
"There was a man from your temple of The Abyss there I am sure he'd have no problem killing but he wouldn't use a devil. Even on the inner planes we know of The Blood War. It must have been the Erinyes I am sure of it."
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Scene The Hall of Records
As they walk to the hall the Factotum fills him in.
"She is the sole heir to his quite substantial estate. There is no one else to dispute it so we won't need to consult The Guvners on this it is all in order it just needs your signature. She did mention the statue but if we as a Faction are to help is more of a decision for you than me. Her first name is Cassandra. She is in the office there."
The Drow opens an office door and Rhistel sees a blonde human woman with blue eyes flawless skin sitting in front of a desk. She wears a smart black gown. There is no accounting for taste but by conventional standards she is a stunningly beautiful woman. She stands as he enters and as he gets closer he can see she is ashen face as if she had recently being crying.
"Factor Aidain?"
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Scene: The Guild Ward
The ward returns to normal mess is cleared carts are picked up and people still go in and out of the building Jall watches.
The prelate beckons them both to follow and they walk to the far end of the temple and then up the stairs of the temple's spire. As they move around the winding spiral staircase they eventually come to a door at the top. The prelate opens the door for them but does not enter it. Should they go through they'd arrive in a room that resembles a lavishly decorated library. Books line the walls and a fire crackles and flickers under the stone mantle piece. Dominating the view is a towering Vrock and the pale bald priest from the auction. The man reaches into a jar on a desk and from it takes a wriggling gnashing lavre. He dangles it in front of the Vrock who devours the raw soul whole.
"Gentlemen. I understand we have a common interest perhaps we can help each other?"
Meanwhile downstairs Odette ducks back behind the wall. She hears another scream and a few words shouted.
"The Fated! She went to The Fated!"
There is a sickening wet noise a strangled scream and what can only be described as a groan of pleasure from the demon as she ends the man's life. A thin spray of red blood smattering the wall behind which Odette hides.
********************************************************************************Scene The Mortuary
Brynn finds herself a spot to see everything. The Dustmen they are discussing open's the urn. A wave of heat hits them even at this distance and the man begins busily patting out a burning cinder on his cowl. A thick plume of dirty grey smoke rises from the ashes. He begins to cast a spell staring into the smoke.
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Scene The Siren's Song.
As Raka enters Aliah answers the question.
"There was a man from your temple of The Abyss there I am sure he'd have no problem killing but he wouldn't use a devil. Even on the inner planes we know of The Blood War. It must have been the Erinyes I am sure of it."
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Scene The Hall of Records
As they walk to the hall the Factotum fills him in.
"She is the sole heir to his quite substantial estate. There is no one else to dispute it so we won't need to consult The Guvners on this it is all in order it just needs your signature. She did mention the statue but if we as a Faction are to help is more of a decision for you than me. Her first name is Cassandra. She is in the office there."
The Drow opens an office door and Rhistel sees a blonde human woman with blue eyes flawless skin sitting in front of a desk. She wears a smart black gown. There is no accounting for taste but by conventional standards she is a stunningly beautiful woman. She stands as he enters and as he gets closer he can see she is ashen face as if she had recently being crying.
"Factor Aidain?"
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Scene: The Guild Ward
The ward returns to normal mess is cleared carts are picked up and people still go in and out of the building Jall watches.
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*Taurus Daggerknight
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"Yes, that much everyone who knows it was a Dogai guessed. Why would she though? Did you or your husband cross paths with her any time before the auction? Hear of her before?"Iggwilv,Aug 10 2015 wrote: ********************
Scene The Siren's Song.
As Raka enters Aliah answers the question.
"There was a man from your temple of The Abyss there I am sure he'd have no problem killing but he wouldn't use a devil. Even on the inner planes we know of The Blood War. It must have been the Erinyes I am sure of it."
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After he gets an answer to that, he asks another question.
"The statue itself though... what -is- so vital about it? I understand its important to the heritage of your people, but I also heard tales of it being one of three gifts to an old Sultan before his fall. Can you shed any light on that, or why so many non-Efreet might be eager to get their hands on it?"
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*MimiFearthegn
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Sasha nodded as Dace asked the question, and looked to Aliah eagerly for an answer.Taurus Daggerknight,Aug 10 2015 wrote: "The statue itself though... what -is- so vital about it? I understand its important to the heritage of your people, but I also heard tales of it being one of three gifts to an old Sultan before his fall. Can you shed any light on that, or why so many non-Efreet might be eager to get their hands on it?"
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*Nimiane
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The full curve of Odette's lips thin to form a blanched line of tight fury for the brutal slaughter that occurs before her.Iggwilv,Aug 10 2015 wrote:Scene: The Temple of The Abyss.
Meanwhile downstairs Odette ducks back behind the wall. She hears another scream and a few words shouted.
"The Fated! She went to The Fated!"
There is a sickening wet noise a strangled scream and what can only be described as a groan of pleasure from the demon as she ends the man's life. A thin spray of red blood smattering the wall behind which Odette hides.
[color=717171]Too late.[/color]
A frustrated breath billows from her nostrils in the knowledge of her failure; the life was lost and there was nothing that could be done for him now. However, his lead remained. Whoever or whatever the temple's denizens were after, the answer lay with the Fated. . . and it would only be a matter of time before it was pursued.
From her hidden position, Odette takes the bundle of cloth which had rested at the touch of her fingertips within the leather bag of holding for several minutes now. A tattered and worn dress of brown hue, three sizes too big for easy maneuver, is easily pulled over her head and chased by a hood in the event that her shadowed cover of stealth is broken. The bardess briskly makes for the corridor with carefully placed steps.
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*LadyLightning
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Brynn would watch the Dustman's hands and listen to his words during the casting of the spell, running them through her mind and comparing them to the myriad spells with which she gained familiarity over centuries of witchcraft.
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(( OOC Note: The spellcraft DC to identify a spell being cast is 15+spell level. Brynn will succeed on a 1, even if it's a spell of the ninth-circle. Will post a screenshot of her standing, unbuffed Spellcraft modifier if necessary, when I get home. ))
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(( OOC Note: The spellcraft DC to identify a spell being cast is 15+spell level. Brynn will succeed on a 1, even if it's a spell of the ninth-circle. Will post a screenshot of her standing, unbuffed Spellcraft modifier if necessary, when I get home. ))
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*Serena
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Scene: The Hall of Records.
After the little "mise-en-scéne" who took place in the Property Department, Rhistel discreetly looked for Factotum Elcardia again, to get the three copies of the inheritance documents he had requested.
Signing them briefly, and avoiding any explanation on the happenings unless she openly asked, he consigned one of the copies to the Drow again, while keeping the other two.
"Please make sure this makes its way to the Records, Factotum... The date is current, however.. I'd be grateful if two cycles could be waited before officially starting the procedures. Can I see you to this?" He asks before turning around to leave the room. Only on the door he seems to remember something and turns around.
"I may have been the one signing the documents, but you still were the one handling the deal in the first place, I'll make sure this won't be overlooked." There seems to be no intention of flattering her with his words, spoken more as if it was a matter of fact, and with those, he bids her farewell.
"I'll see you tomorrow"
After the little "mise-en-scéne" who took place in the Property Department, Rhistel discreetly looked for Factotum Elcardia again, to get the three copies of the inheritance documents he had requested.
Signing them briefly, and avoiding any explanation on the happenings unless she openly asked, he consigned one of the copies to the Drow again, while keeping the other two.
"Please make sure this makes its way to the Records, Factotum... The date is current, however.. I'd be grateful if two cycles could be waited before officially starting the procedures. Can I see you to this?" He asks before turning around to leave the room. Only on the door he seems to remember something and turns around.
"I may have been the one signing the documents, but you still were the one handling the deal in the first place, I'll make sure this won't be overlooked." There seems to be no intention of flattering her with his words, spoken more as if it was a matter of fact, and with those, he bids her farewell.
"I'll see you tomorrow"
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*Iggwilv
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Scene: Temple of The Abyss
Odette dons her disguise although she is sure for the time being that no one has seen her. She creeps back out to the corridor, behind her comes the demon. There is a tense moment as the lilitu passes directly past the pool of shadow she hides but the creature passes her by apparently having not seen her. She is alone and unobserved, the dead man's body casually discarded in the room she left.
Meanwhile Mabius listens to Mauric a smile forming on his lips.
"Yes yes Doomlord, your reputation precedes you. I would appreciate your help. There are two people who could have what we are after. One is the Erinyes who is currently at the Styx Oarsman. The other is a Celestial staying at The Golden Bariur. I take it you know what to do?"
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Scene: The Mortuary
Brynn would recognise the spell by the cloud of smoke it produces and the way the caster concentrates. It is a legend lore divination. As she watches the doors creep open and two men leave the crypts and enter the hall. One tall and pale the other hunched over. Both wear hooded Dustman's robes.
((Spot rolls from those present please. I normally don't ask for screen shots but this time I will.
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Scene: The Siren's Song.
A bustle of activity takes place and The Jammer is soon ready to depart.
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Scene: The Hall of Records.
The Drow nods.
"Thank you Factor. If you plan on seeing her again I feel I should warn you. I don't think she was being completely honest."
Odette dons her disguise although she is sure for the time being that no one has seen her. She creeps back out to the corridor, behind her comes the demon. There is a tense moment as the lilitu passes directly past the pool of shadow she hides but the creature passes her by apparently having not seen her. She is alone and unobserved, the dead man's body casually discarded in the room she left.
Meanwhile Mabius listens to Mauric a smile forming on his lips.
"Yes yes Doomlord, your reputation precedes you. I would appreciate your help. There are two people who could have what we are after. One is the Erinyes who is currently at the Styx Oarsman. The other is a Celestial staying at The Golden Bariur. I take it you know what to do?"
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Scene: The Mortuary
Brynn would recognise the spell by the cloud of smoke it produces and the way the caster concentrates. It is a legend lore divination. As she watches the doors creep open and two men leave the crypts and enter the hall. One tall and pale the other hunched over. Both wear hooded Dustman's robes.
((Spot rolls from those present please. I normally don't ask for screen shots but this time I will.
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Scene: The Siren's Song.
A bustle of activity takes place and The Jammer is soon ready to depart.
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Scene: The Hall of Records.
The Drow nods.
"Thank you Factor. If you plan on seeing her again I feel I should warn you. I don't think she was being completely honest."