The Illithid having observed the ritual understands what it must do. It draws a great blade from its scabbard and hefts the blade up and over its shoulder, ready to swing. The gilding on the sword is exquisite, clearly is a sword of master craftsmanship. It is caked in the blood of many beings which softly glows crimson as magic energies exude from the blade. It wraps a holy symbol of Ilsenseine against the blade, to also be shattered.
The Flayer takes a moment to focus. Xaul is not musclebound like an ogre... but the strength of Flayers is deceptively powerful despite their size. Without hesitation and with shocking speed it swings the blade against the wall with all its might...
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*Iggwilv
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Spragg watches silently for a while and once the second weapon is destroyed he speaks again.
"Follow me."
He leads both of them should they follow through the winding narrow streets of The Lower Ward, the smog from the forges and factories clings around them. Soon the streets become uneven, the buildings dilapidated and the stench from The Ditch that assails them announces that they are in the hive. The tiefling clears his throat coughing on the fumes.
"Next you are both going to find a crowded place and you are each going to scatter five hundred jink on the ground. The goal should you wish to impress is to cause as much havoc as possible."
"Follow me."
He leads both of them should they follow through the winding narrow streets of The Lower Ward, the smog from the forges and factories clings around them. Soon the streets become uneven, the buildings dilapidated and the stench from The Ditch that assails them announces that they are in the hive. The tiefling clears his throat coughing on the fumes.
"Next you are both going to find a crowded place and you are each going to scatter five hundred jink on the ground. The goal should you wish to impress is to cause as much havoc as possible."
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*Vandole
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(( This post is rather graphic - you have been warned ))
The flayer follows Spragg into the winding alleys of the lower ward and onward into the hive. He notes his every word and tone. Satisfied with the request Xaul only states this.
"Simple"
The Illithid's thoughts scan outwards to hear for a cluster of crowded and dissatisfied minds, it quickly finds a group disgruntled men huddled around a corner, a woman's thoughts echo outwards that she is being watched by them.
Xaul perceives that the cluster of thugs are thinking to overpower a young courtesan due to their lack of money. On approaching they quickly turn around, weapons raised.
"You'll not be 'avin' this one'ta eat, bleedin' squidface! She's ours!"
Clearly the men are drunk, or they would have fled on sight. Xaul speaks to them.
"Surely... you could not afford such beauty anyway"
"Oi! An' whaddabout it eh?" One basher pipes up from the crowd
"Only that..." Xaul utters "Today is a lucky day for you, I am not here to dine on your brains"
"Den wotcha want..." A grizzly half orc growls at Xaul, threatening him with a rather large spiked club.
"Why... It just so happens I am feeling generous today..."
Xaul takes out a pouch with roughly five hundred or more jink and pours it at his feet. And without another word, simply walks away... that is another spoken word.
::That's enough for more than a single night with that lovely woman... ::
::Why not take all the jink for yourself?::
As the flayer strides back towards Spragg and Clando, the hive thugs take a moment to stop and stare at the glinting gold... the same creeping thought fills each of their fragile minds. Suddenly... the men all begin to attack each other. The Half-Orc smashes his club into his friend's head, crushing it completely. Another man draws out a rusty knife to stab the orc in the back and cut his throat. A slinking man in the shadows tries to scoop up the fallen pieces but his neck is broken by another's foot. The rioting continues... the woman runs away screaming bloody murder...
Xaul makes his way back to Spragg and smugly replies.
"Will that be satisfactory?"
The flayer follows Spragg into the winding alleys of the lower ward and onward into the hive. He notes his every word and tone. Satisfied with the request Xaul only states this.
"Simple"
The Illithid's thoughts scan outwards to hear for a cluster of crowded and dissatisfied minds, it quickly finds a group disgruntled men huddled around a corner, a woman's thoughts echo outwards that she is being watched by them.
Xaul perceives that the cluster of thugs are thinking to overpower a young courtesan due to their lack of money. On approaching they quickly turn around, weapons raised.
"You'll not be 'avin' this one'ta eat, bleedin' squidface! She's ours!"
Clearly the men are drunk, or they would have fled on sight. Xaul speaks to them.
"Surely... you could not afford such beauty anyway"
"Oi! An' whaddabout it eh?" One basher pipes up from the crowd
"Only that..." Xaul utters "Today is a lucky day for you, I am not here to dine on your brains"
"Den wotcha want..." A grizzly half orc growls at Xaul, threatening him with a rather large spiked club.
"Why... It just so happens I am feeling generous today..."
Xaul takes out a pouch with roughly five hundred or more jink and pours it at his feet. And without another word, simply walks away... that is another spoken word.
::That's enough for more than a single night with that lovely woman... ::
::Why not take all the jink for yourself?::
As the flayer strides back towards Spragg and Clando, the hive thugs take a moment to stop and stare at the glinting gold... the same creeping thought fills each of their fragile minds. Suddenly... the men all begin to attack each other. The Half-Orc smashes his club into his friend's head, crushing it completely. Another man draws out a rusty knife to stab the orc in the back and cut his throat. A slinking man in the shadows tries to scoop up the fallen pieces but his neck is broken by another's foot. The rioting continues... the woman runs away screaming bloody murder...
Xaul makes his way back to Spragg and smugly replies.
"Will that be satisfactory?"
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*Cenpuppie
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Clando looks on satisfaction, though his strong points does not lie in mindless havoc. He takes out his jink purse which contains one thousand gold and he throws it in the middle of three beggars.
"Whoever survives the melee will have more than double than whats inside my purse" he tells them.
All three stare at each other for a few moments than they start screaming and shouting as each try to out harm the other. In only a short few minutes, the rest of the beggars in the area have joined the melee as they grab the jink purse and keep a hold of it. Clando simply grins and steps as he watches the ongoing melee that will no doubt include the local Harmonium patrol at some point in time.
"Whoever survives the melee will have more than double than whats inside my purse" he tells them.
All three stare at each other for a few moments than they start screaming and shouting as each try to out harm the other. In only a short few minutes, the rest of the beggars in the area have joined the melee as they grab the jink purse and keep a hold of it. Clando simply grins and steps as he watches the ongoing melee that will no doubt include the local Harmonium patrol at some point in time.
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*Iggwilv
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Two separate swirling melee a break out, the air rings with shouts and soon the coppery smell of blood fills the air as it splashes over the cobbles as the two altercations become embroiled in each other and something resembling a riot breaks out. Spragg turns around.
"We should go."
Should they follow him they would hear the din grow louder and smell burning as things begin to spill out of hand. Spragg doesn't even look back. He would lead them to The Lower Ward. Past alleyways and factories through the smog and the grime to a large open plaza covered in tiny irregular cobbles and coated with razorvine. Hovering over it is a silent Dabus, slowly picking the vine away with no fear of the sharp thorns that shred even the stone cobbles they dig into.
"Your final task is simple. Stop it from doing that for a day."
The tiefling smiles and at length adds.
"Of course direct interference will draw her attention. I'll see you back at The Armoury. But don't worry we'll be watching."
Spragg strolls away.
((Going to put this as an OOC note as well just in case; Doing things directly to the Dabus is not advised by your DM and may be hazardous to your character. Looking forward to see what you come up with.
"We should go."
Should they follow him they would hear the din grow louder and smell burning as things begin to spill out of hand. Spragg doesn't even look back. He would lead them to The Lower Ward. Past alleyways and factories through the smog and the grime to a large open plaza covered in tiny irregular cobbles and coated with razorvine. Hovering over it is a silent Dabus, slowly picking the vine away with no fear of the sharp thorns that shred even the stone cobbles they dig into.
"Your final task is simple. Stop it from doing that for a day."
The tiefling smiles and at length adds.
"Of course direct interference will draw her attention. I'll see you back at The Armoury. But don't worry we'll be watching."
Spragg strolls away.
((Going to put this as an OOC note as well just in case; Doing things directly to the Dabus is not advised by your DM and may be hazardous to your character. Looking forward to see what you come up with.
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*Vandole
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Xaul follows Spragg to the Lower Ward and hears all there is to say. The Illithid acknowledges its task with a simple nod.
The flayer would wait a a full cycle until the previous rioting would die down, leaving piles of fresh corpses in the streets of the Hive. He would return to the scene of the crime to exhume the bodies.
Xaul prepares the necessary warding to keep his thoughts and location secret. At a safe distance, of course, from observing eyes and ears; the Illithid would animate the corpses with his divine gifts and direct them to fall upon the razorvine where the Dabus continue to maintain their efforts.
Soon a small army of zombified bodies begin to jump upon and envelop a large growth of vines, the dead flesh and broken bones only exposing a few sharp thorns on the side of a dilapidated structure where the razorvine would grow. The building begins to creak with the weight of dozens of bodies. Hundreds of limbs outstretched only serve to add to the gruesome display, some of them still twitching and writhing. The mangled mass seems to almost throb as the vines continue to protrude from within. Pools of blood begin to trail into a sewer, the sickening gurgling of a drainpipe resounding loudly as the tension breaks.
With the vines obscured, the Dabus would first have to remove the bodies to continue their work.
The gaunt aberration thinks to himself. 'This should hold them off for long enough.'
Reflecting on his trial, Xaul returns to Spragg to inform him of his efforts.
The flayer would wait a a full cycle until the previous rioting would die down, leaving piles of fresh corpses in the streets of the Hive. He would return to the scene of the crime to exhume the bodies.
Xaul prepares the necessary warding to keep his thoughts and location secret. At a safe distance, of course, from observing eyes and ears; the Illithid would animate the corpses with his divine gifts and direct them to fall upon the razorvine where the Dabus continue to maintain their efforts.
Soon a small army of zombified bodies begin to jump upon and envelop a large growth of vines, the dead flesh and broken bones only exposing a few sharp thorns on the side of a dilapidated structure where the razorvine would grow. The building begins to creak with the weight of dozens of bodies. Hundreds of limbs outstretched only serve to add to the gruesome display, some of them still twitching and writhing. The mangled mass seems to almost throb as the vines continue to protrude from within. Pools of blood begin to trail into a sewer, the sickening gurgling of a drainpipe resounding loudly as the tension breaks.
With the vines obscured, the Dabus would first have to remove the bodies to continue their work.
The gaunt aberration thinks to himself. 'This should hold them off for long enough.'
Reflecting on his trial, Xaul returns to Spragg to inform him of his efforts.
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*Cenpuppie
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After watching how one recruit handled the problem, Clando takes a day to think about how to tackle the problem. Unable to summon an army or anything equally as impressive, he settles for another method.
He looks around for a tall structure nearby and after seeing one he summons his divine strength, pulls out his blade and cuts the derelict chimney near the base, then pushes it so it falls over, right over the crop of razorvine the Dabus is working on. Nodding in satisfaction he goes to the armory and looks for Spragg to inform him of his efforts.
He looks around for a tall structure nearby and after seeing one he summons his divine strength, pulls out his blade and cuts the derelict chimney near the base, then pushes it so it falls over, right over the crop of razorvine the Dabus is working on. Nodding in satisfaction he goes to the armory and looks for Spragg to inform him of his efforts.
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*Iggwilv
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They find Spragg at The Armoury again of course. The tiefling welcomes them both with a smile.
"Welcome, as I said we were watching. Your creativity was noticed."
He hands each of them a rusted Faction badge marking them as lesser Doomguard.
"Now I need a volunteer for a task if one or both of you are interested."
"Welcome, as I said we were watching. Your creativity was noticed."
He hands each of them a rusted Faction badge marking them as lesser Doomguard.
"Now I need a volunteer for a task if one or both of you are interested."