Ten years. That is how long it has been since you were tricked into slaying your wife by those 'holier than thou' bastards. While you killed the four men that were with you that day, the other three, you've been hunting. The first you got six years ago and after much exposure to exquisite pain, he gave up the location of the second. And when you finally caught her, well, it took a year to break her. And now, you stand in front of the bordello that Davick visits occasionally. Surely, one of the courtesans within will have information for the next step in your journey.
A twisted grin plays across his scared face as he entered the bordello, approaching the bar. Marcus reaches out a mangled hand littered with small iron shavings that protrude from his flesh, and grabbed the barmaids arm the self implanted barbs tear every so slightly into her soft flesh drawing a small amount of blood.
Where is Davick.
Gripping the barmaids arm tighter drawing slightly more blood.
only the question portion, don't you handle the response of npcs
oops forgot to change profile thingys
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The woman winced in pain, "Please Sir, I don't know what you're talking about. Please let me go."
Marcus reluctantly lets go of the woman placing his bloodied fingers to his lips and tastes her pain. 'succulent," he hisses.
He reaches fro the the sack of gold at his hip and slams the on the bar top piercing red eyes darting around the room hungering for answers.
"Fifty pieces for information on Inquisitor Davick. Marcus Krane wishes to have a few words Regarding the Westhaven purge"
Most of the patrons pay you little mind. A couple others raised their mugs and yell, "Hail Mitra! May Mitra protect us."
He grins his Vampiric senses alerting him to the movement near the stairs. With one fluid motion he unsholders his bow knocking and loosing an arrow in the directions of the movement in an attempt to pin the man to the wall.
"Now, now, don't be so hasty! I have such sites to show you." A sadistic smile crosses his face.
While a good number of patrons yelped and dove from their seats, a rather large burly guard approached, placed a hand on your shoulder and said, "Ser, if you would please come with me and there will be no trouble."
He nods and in a low sinister mocking "Of course sure, we would't want trouble now would we?" he "willingly" submits and follows instructions.
The guard looks at you, not believing a word of it. Summoning two more guards, they escort you out. Keeping a weary distance and their hands on their leatherbound clubs.
Marcus curses under his breath and goes with the brute violently shaking off the guard's hand, and is escorted out of the brothel.
As they exit the bar and Marcus thinks he far enough away from prying eyes he whips around and places his hand over the first guards eyes speaking a prayer to the glorious Zon-Kuthon. Blessed pain coursed through Marcus' body and a stream of acid spews from his palm running down the guards face searing his skin and eyes.
The guard screamed in pain as the acid burnt his face. The other two drew their weapons and advanced.
Round 1:
Marcus, Guards
Guard 1: 9
Guard 2: 12
Guard 3: 12
"Oh please do." Marcus knocks a thistle thorn arrow draws the string and fires at the Nearest guard within 30ft
As the guard clutched the arrow wound, his friends moved in and swung at the sadistic bastard.
Round 2:
Marcus, Guards
Guard 1: 4 | Bleeding 4 rds
Guard 2: 12
Guard 3: 12
Marcus uses the haft of his bow to throw one of the guards blade offline, in the same motion he whips the bow around snagging the guard's neck with the string of his bow kicking the other guards slightly off balance causing him to miss as well.
Marcus closes his eyes chanting another profane prayer to the lord of nails, placing his hand on the guard who's neck is tangled in his bow.
The minstrel of beautiful misery answers causing the Inquisitors hand to glow with black and purple luster (Inflict light wounds).
While the man Marcus touched looked as though he'd been scourged half to death, his compatriot swung his club.
After getting free of this madman, the injured guard weakly swun his weapon.
The guard that was shot, made the mistake of pulling the arrow, and subsequently passing out from the blood loss.
Round 3:
Marcus, Guards
Guard 2: 6
Guard 3: 12
Marcus takes take the club in his gut and and gets the wind knocked out of him temporarily. He staggers back and spies the fallen guard. With a sinister hiss he opens his mouth exposing his fangs and violently sinks them into the jugular of the passed out guard and sates his thirst.
Taking advantage of this man's bloodlust, the guards swung wildly. Only one managed to connect.
One of the men froze in horror at the scene before him, the other attempted to get this abomination off of his friend.
Round 4:
Marcus, Guards
Guard 2: 6
Guard 3: 12
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Marcus growls after being struck once again he looks to the guard that hit him pointing at him with rage in his eyes "Your suffering will be legendary!"
He moves back knocking another arrow and let the barbed missile fly.
Struck in a tender part of the shoulder, the wounded guard pulled back and tried to make his way back to the bordello.
His companion moved forward and swung again.
Round 5:
Marcus, Guards
Guard 2: 1 < Bleed 5 for 1 round
Guard 3: 12
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Leaping back he knocks and looses another barbed arrow into the guard that attempted to strike him at what is essentially point blank range.
Before the other guard could bet back, he collapsed. Meanwhile, the newly wounded guard started heading back, bleeding profusely.
Round 6:
Marcus, Guards
Guard 3: 6 <= 6 Bleed for 2 Rounds
As the guard took another step he fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood.
Heading back inside, you were greeted by a band of more armored knights. They appeared to be led by Bishop Anguul, a man you've heard about. It would appear that this bordello was being closed. Permanently.
Weakened from your ordeal from the guards, you couldn't offer up any resistance as the knights shackled you and carted you off.