She nods to Myriana, "I have magic backup for you." She watched the stairs while Myriana got equipped.
Desseer stands up and gives Alise a charming smile, "Thank you for all of that." He then bows slightly and says, "I will cause problems for Craterlord Klevin and incriminate another Craterlord." Unless she stops him, Desseer will turn and leave.
Alise nods and offers, "Excellent, and if you need any assistance, you know where I will be."
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He emerges from the building and gestures to John and Jav to follow and then he heads to the Red Lantern Quarter.
"John, I've been way too uptight lately," he says with a smile. "I haven't taken time to enjoy myself. Let's have fun with this one."
"That is unfortunate. We need to rectify that. What did you have in mind? I have been itching to kill some bandits. I am ready for a purge. You just let me know. Should I go get Jav and the giant?"
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Upon reaching the Red Lantern Quarter Desseer searches for an upscale brothel, one that likely caters to high class clientele. He does not ask around, but tries to look based on outward appearance.
Walking around we find two possible prospects.
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Once found, he adjusts his clothing to be semi-revealing and enters.
"Excuse me, he says to the first person he sees. I have a very specific request. It is nothing that would be overly much or harmful. It would be fairly straightforward, actually. I am looking for stationery."
"Actually," he interjects right after finishing, "it is intended for a...friend. Could I get someone to frill the parchment up as well?"
The simple clothed slave, with a single shackle on her arm, quickly gets you some stationery. "I am sorry sir, I can't leave without permission. If you go down the street to the Scroll and Scribe, they will be able to help you with the rest."
Once they pass, Ink will drop down and creep upon the straggler and Take out that one.
If that kills him he will assume the guise of stains on the floor
Desseer looks ponderous for a moment while staring off, "No...this could work." He then looks back with a charming smile and piercing gaze, "Little miss, do you know how to write?"
Once the note is written, he will fold it twice and stash it in a pocket as he leans in close to the slave, "I don't want you to get in trouble. So, if anyone comes asking, tell them that the Ash Vulture made this request."
Ink kills the last one into the room with his two strikes and appears as a stain next to the body. The others stop and look at their fallen companion confused.
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The girl is willing. She gets a feather (quill) and a bottle of ink. The madam of the establishment watches. The girl is able to write it with help. The slave girl nods to Desseer. If nothing else she takes the quill and Ink bottle to the Madam, and tells her.
Myriana was ready to go and thought to Ink, We are coming back downya, where are the enemies at nya, as she began to move down the stairs, ready to cast a spell or claw someone's face off as appropriate.
" Enemies confused. I am Playing with them" He answers the baritone voice deipping with sadistic glee.
Anton, was a killer, A hitman and soilder. He was a criminal long made into a man of great skill. As Ink he was more subdued. Though here in battle his old self, his real seld was able to be free and have fun. He was getting rusty.
Ink would wait when then all began to look away from the fallen and strike again, turning into the Mans negative. All they had to do was move.
Just then he looks to the leader and speak to his mind. ' Its betrayal it has to be" it was a tactic to see if it bared fruit
Desseer gives the watching Madame a wink before turning and leaving.
When the two exits the establishment, Desser looks around and points in a particular direction (toward the Guild District). "That way to our next stop," he says happily as he begins walking. "Well John, what do you think I am up to?"
Myriana made the last adjustment as she went back downstairs, her mystic armor forming over her into an invisible barrier of force that would help protect her if attacked. Once she was down far enough to see she looked at the fighting and made sure they would not be targeted if they went any further. If there were any active threats, she would do what she needed to.
The man then turns on one of his fellows yelling mutiny and attacks him.
Myriana and Iris come down the stairs to find a nearly empty bar. There are quite a few bodies on the floor and four men fighting amongst themselves. Then another one drops. They both heard the yelling.
"Aww, c'mon John," Desseer says with friendly ribbing as they continue to walk. "The note says 'Stay out of the Red Light District'. I'll add that we are headed to the Guild District for some poison, one of that district's specialties. Then we will poison some peeps in the Arcane Quarter, the targeted quarter. So?"
Ink will move as a gelatinous goo away.
'I see you, Myriana, isn't it great! Watch them kill each other! Poor boys have no sense of Family. To think a little voice of doubt and a death can cause this!'Ink says in malicious glee, watching the men fight one another.
Myriana rolled her eyes at Ink's words. When she was undead she might have agreed but now? The chaos of it all appealed to her but the death did not. Besides, it jeopardized what they were trying to do. Myriana moved to try and find a window she could view another building she from. She and Iris needed to get out of here soon.
When she found one she looked at it and said, "Alright Mistress nya, time to go nya," as she took Iris' hand. She began to cast a spell and, when it finished, the two of them teleported to the roof of a building she could see and ducked down, immediately pulling Iris down with her so they couldn't be seen from the street and thought to Ink, Best we not be caught here nya. We'll head back to our innya once the coast is clear.
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"Aww, c'mon John," Desseer says with friendly ribbing as they continue to walk. "The note says 'Stay out of the Red Light District'. I'll add that we are headed to the Guild District for some poison, one of that district's specialties. Then we will poison some peeps in the Arcane Quarter, the targeted quarter. So?"
He states a bit out of odds, "Just give me orders. Though to what end? What was our goal in the first place?"
Myriana takes Iris and teleports using dimensional door to the roof of the next building, ducking down to avoid being seen by the folks in the street. Luckily, they were focused on the fight inside.
Ink slinks away.
The men continue to fight, obviously not trusting each other. The eight more bandit guards watch from the street.
Tiefling-Desseer pauses as he is about to respond when he notices the restaurant situation. "1 sec John," Desseer says before leaning a little toward the guards. "What's going on here?" he asks the guards.
As soon as Desser comes closer, Ink will wait and see what he does. He was hoping for more, but might as well wait to see how the boss handles it.
Myriana spotted John as she spied on the street below from her vantage point and thought to Ink, John is down there in the street nya, let him know what is going on please nya.
'Can't sense him, so I can't reach him. Besides if I do I loose connection with you until you are within my sensory area.' Ink admits slinking away as best as he can in hopes of forging an attack.
When Dresser enters he smiles internally.
'Hi boss, How goes it, our love birds are upstairs, and these fellows seemed to want to do something bad, So....Can I kill them'
'Oh absolutely. In fact, if you could make it look like some kind of animal or summon killed them that would be helpful to me. I'm working on starting disputes between the Craterlords. '
Desseer moves a little and leans to try and peer inside. "Hey, it looks like you are needed in there guys," Desseer comments to the guards.
'Since I have you, we've set up a little base.' Desseer relays the location. 'Pass that along to Myriana and Iris if you could please. Keep up the good work.'
'Thanks, I'll Kill them and burn this place to the ground!' Ink says as he then he moves.
He moves over towards Myriana first to speak.
'I am gonna kill them, Dresseer says we have a base, seek him out for more, I have killing to do!' Ink says gleefully as he then waits to look and see if there is a liquid container to appear from and strikes at them!
Magical or alchemical fir if you can manage. Enjoy.'
Tiefling-Desseer then gestures to John, "Well, not our problem. We've got somewhere to be." With that, he continues on his way to the Guild District to find some poison from the best poisoner in the District.
The guards were focused on the restaurant and didn't give the tiefling much consideration.
The two guards from within exit and tell the group of guards, "We don't know where they went. Sam attacked us!"
"1 sec John, before we head out."
Tiefling-Desseer walks over to the guards, "Excuse me. I couldn't help but overhear. You said that your friend attacked you? Is that normal for him?"
Myriana nodded her understanding of what Ink relayed to her and peaked out to try and spot Deseer. She didn't see him anywhere, but she did see the tiefling and figured that must be him. She thought of going down to him but when she heard the guards who came for them talking, she decided it was best for them to leave before they tried to go anywhere.
After a few more moments of watching, and seeing the tiefling stare hard at the guards, Myriana decided that everything was over but the waiting for now and tried to figure out what to do while they were hiding up here. A rather mischievous grin crossed her face and, when Iris was not paying much attention to her for the moment, Myriana began to move quietly on all fours until she quietly snuck up in Iris and, tail lashing, pounced on the witch, rolled her over, and sealed Iris' lips with her own to quiet any cry of surprise while she pinned Iris down and kissed her thoroughly for a few moments.
The guards quickly spout, "there is a spellcaster hiding inside causing confusion and we could take such a spellcaster!" The group en mass charges forward into the restaurant looking for a spell caster!
Iris was completely ready to react. But being attacked by Myriana did not let off her readied spell. Instead she was shocked, then melted into the kiss and pinning. She embraced it and touched, stroked and returned affection. When her lips were free she quietly asked, "Are we hiding out or having a moment?" She was obviously ready and willing if Myriana wanted a moment or more.
Myriana was quite pleased with her ambush and enjoyed the taste of Iris' lips for several moments before letting her speak. "We're doing both nya. Do you know how hard it is to behave when in character nya?"
HEaring the guards go inside the building Myriana rose up and looked down before she said, "What do you think nya? Should we go down and help or try to get back to our inn nya?"
Desseer returns to John and listens. "Not quite yet," he responds. "Such magics must necessarily rest on a foundation." He then begins walking away, toward the Guild District with John. "Those guards for example, would not have been convinced if their ally hadn't attacked them. That is what we are about to do. We need just enough enmity as a foundation for the idea of war to be a reasonable next step. And then, once someone starts it, it will need, at most, a couple nudges here and there to ramp it up. Essentially, the motivation will become self defense, even if they are the first to act in some cases. If you eliminate an enemy before they do something to you, they can't hurt you. See? If it will settle you down, I do have plans for you to get your hands bloody. Just not quite yet, sorry."
"Actually," he says abruptly, "I do recall we were trying to rescue one or two people. We should probably try and find them before this place turns into one big war zone."
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Ink having seen the added party will turn into a Inky Black Skinned Human, similar to what should be a Shadow of the fallen man, His clothes white as he appears near the group.
"WAGGHHHAAHHA" He says as he stalks forward towards one of the men.
He trys to look like he is about to attack
Instead he then shimmers and melts back into a puddle.
Just lets it sit there, slowly becoming an ink stain on the floor.
CURSE ALL WHO DWELL HERE Forms from the Pool in bold letters of Blood Spray style Graffiti
Breathless she replies, "I do know my love! Honestly I think following John and Desseer would be the safest. I think we are compromised and I will be out of spells soon."
At the end of Ink's theatrics half of the bandit guards are fleeing and the others are obviously intimidated. Two of them charge forward and attack.
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Desseer nods, "Sure. That would probably be ideal. Just try not to kill too many people in the process."
As they attack the scrawled letters, Ink springs letting the two tips ot the U strike at the first one.
Feo Berkana. Once the capital of the Dwarven Kingdom, now it was the home of the Quagoa. He was in the "ruins district", so named as it had been completely destroyed before the Quagoa had taken it over. The Quagoa had chosen not to rebuild the area, but instead, used it as a staging area for their armies. At the moment it was empty, and Thorin picked through it with a practiced eye. He knew that he had to leave, for he had received a message from his Guild Leader. Arthur had told him that there was much to discuss, and that he had to be careful not to upset the unsteady balance with the Seeds of Slaughter. But the long and short of it was that he had been ordered to "make friends and allies" with the guild. And to be wary, as they were the only other superpower in the world.
He sighed. It meant leaving before he was finished. He had gone to the ancient capital in search of lost runic lore, though he didn't expect to find any. The area had been picked over for two centuries, after all. Really, he was sight seeing. Ever since he had logged in permanently, the lines between person and avatar had blurred more and more. Often he would wonder if he was a man who played a dwarf, or a dwarf who dreamt that he was a man playing a game. And every day he woke up as a dwarf, the more the question nagged at him. If it were not for the guild, he thought that he might go crazy. The solitude of Feo Berkana, along with the melancholy of the old ruins, gave him time to think. And the lie he told himself of looking for runic lore gave him the ability of focus on something besides his thoughts when they grew too heavy.
He certainly was too lost in thought when he turned a corner and found himself face to face with a stone golem. Obviously of dwarven make, he did not know if it was still active defending the city since the fall, or whether the new inhabitants had reactivated it. Either way, it was hostile, and he knew that the sound would bring more inhabitants upon him. He did not have much time.
It must have looked like Thorin was doomed. For he was by all accounts, fairly average in appearance. While he was far more muscled than any regular dwarf had a right to be, he wore clothing that concealed that as much as possible. It wasn't possible at first glance to tell whether he was just large. Throwing in a breastplate with the insignia of the dwarven kingdom, a leather tool belt full of smithing gear, and an all together unremarkable bearded face? He would have fit in walking through the streets of just about any city. And he was facing a golem, with no obvious weapons besides the tools at his belt.
He acted quickly and without hesitation. Moving in, he pulled back his right hand and threw a punch. While gauntleted, a golem should have been impervious to it. As his fist sailed through the air, the gauntlet shifted, growing a spike even as it impacted. Stone flew everywhere. He followed through with his other fist, and then stepped back as the golem reeled. A shard of stone was ejected from his left gauntlet, striking the golem right in the head.
The golem responded without pain or fear. Rather, it punched Thorin square in the face. It was a blow that would have collapsed a building, and by all accounts should have left him as a red stain on the floor. Instead, all it did was cause him to take several steps backwards. Catching himself, he spat blood from his busted lip. He smiled. This was going to be fun.
Round 2
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Rushing forward, Thorin came in under the golem and landed a punch on the right knee. His fist went through the stone, causing it to fall to the ground with a crash. Feeling no pain, the golem tried to rise, only for the dwarf to lean down and grab its head with his left hand. Using his right he punched again, and again and again; until all that was left was rubble.
He stood up and took a deep breath. It was different, he thought, being in Ygdrissil like this. Being punched *hurt*. But somehow it didn’t really bother him. He knew that even getting a busted lip in the ‘other world’ would have ruined his day. But now? He had already been lacerated, burnt with acid, had his bones broken, his flesh frozen, and more. And yet it didn’t truly bother him. The pain was there, but his response to it was different. Because his body was not the same as it once was, and as such his reactions had changed. It wasn’t so much that he was a new person, or even an ideal one. He was himself, but he was also Thorin. When he thought about himself that was the name that…
…his thoughts were interrupted as a number of Quagoa ventured into the ruins to investigate the crash. And what they saw was a shattered golem, with a mere dwarf standing ‘unarmed’ within the wreckage. Their leader held up a blade and pointed it at him. He knew their tongue and he understood when it said The dwarf scavenger lost his weapon when he knocked over the statue. Take it alive! Where there is one there will be m-
Thorin’s eyes were drawn to the blade. Human-make. Taken from some adventurer. It looked to him like it had the markings of E-Rantel‘s craftsmen, who toiled in the fortress city on the Re-Estize kingdom’s eastern border. He raised his gauntlet, as if though he was mocking the leader’s proclamation.
The runes hidden on the gauntlet glowed and a stone shot forth from it…
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The blade shattered, leaving the creature frozen in mid sentence. It stared at the hilt in its hand; at the dwarf, and then back at the hilt. It turned to look at its subordinates, but one was already turning and fleeing. This led to another, and then another. Their leader made a split second decision and yelled at them to bring reinforcements.
Seeing the Quagoa fleeing, Thorin knew that his welcome was well and truly over. A golem and a patrol was one thing. But if a mustering army was brought down on his head? He knew that eventually he would be overwhelmed. Now he had no excuse for delaying the orders of his guildmaster.
Giving the ruins that were his ancestral home (as he was more and more seeing that to be true) and one last wistful look, he turned and retreated to the shadows. It was time to leave, and to find others like himself.
The first bandit guard goes down by Ink as the other merely bleeds. He full withdraws, running with the others.
A shadow demon emerged from your shadow. It whispered, "Master Thorin would you like to return to the guild or be delivered to Crater/Cinder?"
Thorin looked at the demon and paused for a moment to consider. Deciding to err on the side of caution he replied ”To the guild.” It seemed prudent to ensure that he had all of the information needed for the mission ahead.
Myriana nodded in agreement and said, "Yeah, nya, I agree." Myriana rose and took Iris' hand as she looked out over the roof to find a concealed spot to appear at close to the tiefling she thought was Deseer's current disguise. Once she had her target, she attached a short leash to the choker she wore and mussed her hair a bunch before she handed the lead to Iris so it would look like her Mistress drug her somewhere private to have her way with her submissive maid. With that she dim doored them both into a nearby alley and said quietly, "Lead and I shall follow Mistress nya."
Ink seeing thr man flees waits and shifts into his non discript human form. He begins to collect the coins and any decent weapons. As well as any significant sigils like badgers, heraldry, signet ring, ect.
Once done he will adapt his clothing to that of a local and then move to leave.
If he sees Iris and Myariana he will smile and bow. " Ladies. Care for an escort" He says shiftinf to look like one of the guards
When Myriana and Iris emerge from the alley, Tiefling-Desseer gives Myriana a quizzical look at first, but quickly changes to a warm smile. "Ladies! How nice to see you! I was hoping I'd be able to get word that I had made it into town. I trust Ink told you about the place e found?" he asks, but does not wait for a response, "Perfect! I'm working on a scheme, what're you up to?"
Myriana was amused at Iris' discomfiture at what Myrianna had her doing with the leash but as far as she was concerned this was hilarious. When Ink and Desseer saw them, Myriana smiled happily, her ears perking up, and bowed to him, "Hello Masters nya! It is good to see you again nya." With their current roles Myriana couldn't, exactly, break her cover by saying more, even if those covers were likely already blown.
"What brings you here? Last we saw each other was months ago!" Desseer says, pivoting his words slightly.
She chooses to avoid using names, "Ah yes, we were accosted by creatures and our guards were killed. Luckily a group of guards found us and brought us into the city. We were brought up the chain and met a Craterlord. He was accomodating but then... you likely saw the party. Anyways we are waiting on my father to report back on our likely ransom. Myrianna my maid has been so good to me and let me..." She winks and walks up to Desseer... She grabs his hand and whispers, "You know I am done pretending."