The House Of Six Fingers
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*Nimiane
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A letter is delivered to the House of Six-Fingers, addressed to Maelfina Sixthfinger. The parchment is slightly worn, tied in twine and stamped with a plain seal of crimson hue. With it, a small stoppered vial of red ichor. Instructions see that makes it's way to the bordello's mistress without complication. [PM Incoming]
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*Nimiane
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A familiar face returned to the bar scene naught but a week ago. Familiar yet somehow difficult to place in the midst of scarring and posture. With she came two recognized sensates and the flirted brush with death. It had been a quiet cycle, with no performers scheduled for the sun, and said three were able to converse quietly between themselves over a few brews. Alas, the peace would not last...
The few patrons and staff whom had idled about that cycle found themselves choking on the noxious fumes of a flammable gas as windows and doors of the lower level became bolted and trapped. Indeed having tried these, one was only met by the biting sting of electrical charge. Then came the mimir, or so the chant goes, the floating disembodiment addressing the blonde of the three by name. It spoke of a game and clearly defined rules that prevented use of magic and contact with the outside world under consequence.
"I will give you one hint as to your salvation, the device that unlocks the way out is somewhere within the house."
Threat of impending explosion loomed, the lives of those within and the integrity of the building itself hanging in the balance at the tick of the clock. With the quick thinking of the three and the sacrifice of digits four, the building and it's patrons were spared. Traumatized, but spared. Gas was drained from the room, windows and doors unlocked. Of the party, elderly mage was left unconscious and in the care of crimson tiefling, whilst the blonde huntress cradling mutilated hand.
"Odette, once again you were willing to sacrifice much to save yourself, but I wonder if it was just your own life that you made such a sacrifice for or for well being of those you care about as well? Or perhaps it is fear? Were you truly afraid of suffering a burning reminder of your past experiences? You have survived, not many can make the choice of living or dying so easily."
The three departed shortly after, one carried.
Following the attack, the bordello closed for the remainder of the evening.
The few patrons and staff whom had idled about that cycle found themselves choking on the noxious fumes of a flammable gas as windows and doors of the lower level became bolted and trapped. Indeed having tried these, one was only met by the biting sting of electrical charge. Then came the mimir, or so the chant goes, the floating disembodiment addressing the blonde of the three by name. It spoke of a game and clearly defined rules that prevented use of magic and contact with the outside world under consequence.
"I will give you one hint as to your salvation, the device that unlocks the way out is somewhere within the house."
Threat of impending explosion loomed, the lives of those within and the integrity of the building itself hanging in the balance at the tick of the clock. With the quick thinking of the three and the sacrifice of digits four, the building and it's patrons were spared. Traumatized, but spared. Gas was drained from the room, windows and doors unlocked. Of the party, elderly mage was left unconscious and in the care of crimson tiefling, whilst the blonde huntress cradling mutilated hand.
"Odette, once again you were willing to sacrifice much to save yourself, but I wonder if it was just your own life that you made such a sacrifice for or for well being of those you care about as well? Or perhaps it is fear? Were you truly afraid of suffering a burning reminder of your past experiences? You have survived, not many can make the choice of living or dying so easily."
The three departed shortly after, one carried.
Following the attack, the bordello closed for the remainder of the evening.
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*Nimiane
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[align=center]Cycles had come and gone through the doors of Sigil's House of Six Fingers.
Drinks were poured, dances were had, jink exchanged hands and the Great Wheel continued to turn.[/align]
True to her word, through changes and circumstantial shift alike, Odette had kept a careful eye on the establishment as promised to it's Sixthfinger Mistress. Given proximity to the since-erected Taigh de Cáth, it hardly proved a difficult task... for the most part. The blonde's presence and subsequent freckled features remained familiar in the happenings of the building itself; regular drinks and conversational care of staff occasionally giving way for unobtrusive meander to back office for discussion of more a private nature. What, exactly, was anyone's guess.
On this particular cycle, however, arrival yielded delivery to a certain scantily clad succubi of miniature proportions. Though the hushed words shared were discreet, the two did not appear to be strangers. Across the notched bar top slid a folded letter, sealed with wax, and the far less discernible accompaniment of eyeball encased in glass confines of vial.
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*Nimiane
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Upon the notched surface of the bar's wooden grain, folded parchment, sealed with wax, came to rest alongside usual fare for unspoken order of drink; a smile on the lips of overseer. It was a ritual that had long since come to fruition with the bard's reoccurring visits; of which had increased as of late and often made use of reserved quarters. As always, Odette had brought with her a few additional supplies, mostly of the medical variety, for the less fortunate of Maelfina's sanctuary.
Gratefully taking up the glass of whiskey that had been poured for her, a gloved finger tapped upon sealed letter with gaze levelled on the slight succubus whom had taken to the shoulder of that same silver-haired femme. "Sultra, be a dear and see that this gets to tha Mistress as soon as possible, won't ya? It's important."
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