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He turned to Ironskull and Bloodmaw, both beasts restless in the heat of the infernal glow. Placing a hand on Ironskull’s thick hide, he rumbled a few words in Saurian — the deep, grinding sounds somewhere between language and command. The triceratops snorted once, lowering his head in acknowledgment. “Hold the line here,” Hrothgarn murmured in their tongue, his voice resonating like distant thunder. “If trouble comes, make it known.”
Bloodmaw low growl rolled through the empty courtyard in answer. Satisfied, Hrothgarn straightened, adjusting his hammer at his side as he moved to stand beside Thorin.
“Still,” he added, eyes on the great iron doors, “if the devils inside will speak, I’ll hear them. But keep your guard high,in places like this, every promise sounds like a prayer until it bites.”
Kislum turns from her conversation with John, slightly annoyed that once again her attempt to feed has been interrupted. For a second, her vampiric thirst makes it nearly impossible to suppress her sneer but she puts on a wide closed eyed smile before speaking, “Ah, Desseer. Finally here I see, such excellent timing as usual. I do hope your pet project here has gone well. Not that I think you need it, but Skarbrund, RARGHG and I have come to give you support.”
"It has been going well, thank you," Desseer responds in a muted tone. He looks over to Skärbrün and manages a smile. With a little joy in his voice, "Hey Skärbrün. How are you?"
RARGHG will look around the building for an entrance large enough to fit her if she squeezes a little. She will skitter around the compound to do so, as carefully as she can so she doesn’t accidentally knock over anything too important. Once she enters she will go to go the others at their meeting
Desseer shakes his head as if clearing something from his mind. "Look regardless of the world prior to this one, we are here," he starts earnestly. "So," he continues with more perk, "there are nine districts in total here. All of them are run by a Craterlord. Of those nine Craterlords, two are definitely dead and two most are likely on their way to being dead. Two more are known to gather spyish information so I'm less preferential to kill first and ask questions later. The information they have is likely to be useful. So, if anyone is interested in extracting information from either of these two, speak up. As for the remaining three, one of them is one that I would prefer to put into leadership after we finish here. The two that are left are the Red Light District and the Market District. I don't really want absolute destruction in either of these districts. Though, there are quite possibly slaves in both of these places. In order for this event to be viewed more positively by the populous, we are better off not destroying and/or killing wantonly. There should be plenty of people to be killed that are harming this city. I would ask that we focus on them. That said, if you just want to stroll around and kill, there should be plenty of the criminal underbelly trying to organize themselves at this point and they will not be missed," Desseer ends with a shrug.
"Oh," he adds, "there is something that you all need to know. There are other players in this world. They seem to be affiliated with another guild called Dragon's Glory. Worse, most of these folks are and act good aligned. There are two such gentlemen in the Temple District. One of them seems to have constant True Sight up, so illusions and polymorphs are not going to work as disguises. Dragon's Glory, and those affiliated with them, are in a simple alliance with us, and I'm not interested in breaking this alliance. I don't think that it would be good for us to do so. So, if you can't play good and nice, avoid these folks."
"Okay, any questions or comments?"
"I can aid in disguises. I have the base skill from my class. It will elude it, but still reveal you are not say in your real form. For me I shall take my leave as script for the time being.' Ink says as he then crawls onto the wall and becomes a series of patterns and words in Russian.
'I am not sure how this will look to the eyes of one blessed with Truesight but here I go'
Desseer shrugs, "Disguises aren't particularly necessary when dealing with those two. I wouldn't be opposed to someone keeping an eye on them, but it wouldn't be a particularly riveting job, nor is it necessary at the moment. At the top of the to-do list is killing the Craterlords of the Red Lantern District, Chandler Veridan, and Market Ward, Lady Jorynne. Right below is extracting information from the two spy Craterlords of the Guild District and Beast Market, without killing them. And then, below that is going to the other districts that have had their Craterlords killed and cleaning up any remaining baddies. I was originally planning on tackling the Craterlord of the Beast Market next, personally. But, that can certainly change."
'The Slumlord is dead. His base burnt, If need be I can do the others. Unless you want something more...dramatic' He says looking at the ones grouped up.
'Maybe send Kislum to the Red Lantern, and maybe send you and some others to the Market district. I am usre Intimidation will work there, while Red Lantern needs something more...clever'Ink states as he clings to the wall as a rug like pattern.
RARGHG is indeed too massive to fit into the door but sure you can crawl into the building. There is a large hill giant sitting in the courtyard as well. The 10 foot tall giant could have gone in nothing compared to RARGHG, though it remains in the courtyard nonetheless.
RARGHG will go to the nearest opening where she can speak into the house and say, “I will go wandering around with steph to keep the criminals from getting too organised. You all can be the scalpel while I can be the sword in this operation. Steph should be more than enough support and don’t worry I can still my blade when I meet those who we are allied with. A dwarf and a giant shouldn’t be that hard to avoid. Any objections?”
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Kislum’s ears perked up at ink’s suggestion. At last a group of people she is allowed to massacre and an opportunity to slake her thirst. She jumps at the opportunity, her voice vibrates with excitement as she talks, “excellent idea ink. Leave chandler and his goons to me. I will see them slaughtering each other before long. And it will be nice to cut loose at last. Just point me in the right direction and I will take care of it. Don’t worry about the other guild’s members, I will be the perfect saint should we meet…”
"Excellent!" Desseer says livening up more when collaboration is embraced immediately. He points at Kislum with a clawed finger, "Right you are." After that acknowledgement, he moves over to one of the larger walls of the room and then carves a map of Cinder on the wall, labeling each district with its starting letter. "We are here," he says after the carving and pokes a hole in the wall.
"Enjoy Kislum, and thank you," he bids sincerely. "RARGHG, if you could start your stroll in the Slums or Acane Quarter? They have been without Craterlords the longest." Something clearly occurs to Desseer, "Oh, right! Separately, I need someone to go to the Arcane Quarter to rescue some enslaved healers. I heard word that they had some there and now, whoever has them are likely hoarding them to captitalize on the scarcity. Once rescued, it would be preferable that they are escorted to the Temple District to the Dragon's Glory goodies. I suggested that they set up relief there and I want it to seem like I'm good by my word, so that I can use that later. Also, it'll probably help keep them focused on staying in that district so that we don't have to worry about babysitters when we are working or playing. Obviously, whoever does this will have to interact with the goodies."
Desseer rubs his chin a little in thought,"John, you do some solid precision work, would you be willing? Also you don't have a monstrous appearance, so it might make it a little easier. If/ when you do, could you name drop to the rescuees that you are with the adventuring group lead by Mendas? That is one of the reasons why we are here, after all."
Desseer turns to Jav. He looks at her for a moment before saying seriously, but somewhat gently, "You are not without use. As you are lacking mobility, you are ideal for the necessary role of updating people as they go out and return while I'm not here. You have sworn yourself to me and I have saved your friends. Remember, I can be kind to those who serve me faithfully. A warning, do not presume to order my people around. I will not protect you if you act out of turn. Can you do this task?"
Ik gloops back down and studies the map. He then speaks.
'I can tail John if you like? Or aid with Kislum or Rargh' He says.
“Ok I will take a stroll around the slums then. I will leave the diplomacy with the healers to you guys. Once I have that situation under control or whenever you guys are done you can come find me. Ink perhaps you can tail John or kislum, I think steph should be enough support for me since I am just going to eliminate any gang members that are left in the slums” RARGHG says before she crawls back out of the keep.
After she exits she tells steph, “The guilds wants me to take a stroll around the slums area of the town to weed out any remaining gangs who may interfere with our plans. Come along with me I will need you to enhance my strength when we reach the slums.”. She reaches out her hand to lift steph up
“As you command, madam. I will do as you say once we reach the sector” she replies as she takes RARGHG’s hand and is lifted to a seated position on RARGHG’s shoulder.
RARGHG and steph will set out in the direction of the slums according to her memory of the map that was drawn by Desseer in the hideout. She walks with a confident stride once she enters the area of the slums and purposefully lets her scythe drag every so often on the floor to carve a marking onto the ground. She inspects the area before her looking for any sign of mass gatherings, signs of a scuffle or other signs gang members or bandit could have set up shop nearby. Steph will also be on the look out
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“We’ve come seeking understanding,” he said, voice steady and low. “The city beyond your walls burns and bleeds, yet the Cathedral stands untouched. That’s no small thing.”
He glanced past the guards toward the dim firelight flickering in the nave beyond.
“If your faith has found a way to hold order where others have lost it, we’d like to hear how. Chaos doesn’t forge peace, only those who know the shape of it can.”
Desseer shrugs, "If you want, Ink, you can do it instead of John. We can double up if any of you want. But, there's still plenty to do separately."
Kislum will turn to ink and with a smile on her face say, “don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself. I will handle the crater lord alone. It might be a good test of what I can do now with these powers since I haven’t gotten to properly test them out yet. Besides for what I plan to do, it would be best if I go at it alone.”.
She turns to Desseer and says, “I will have chandler sorted and then I will go look for you all. If I can’t find you guys or I run into some serious trouble, I will use some power to conjure a bolt of lightning directly into the sky. If you see that, you should be able to pin point my location and come look for me. Let that be my emergency flare of sort.”. After she finishes her sentence she vanishes into a cloud of mist, using her gaseous form, slipping out of the hideout and flying towards the red lantern district.
Once in the red lantern district, she will revert to her normal kitsune form and look around, assessing the district and its inhabitants. She will in particular be on the look out for anyone who appears to be in the craterlords employ, though since she doesn’t know what she is looking for precisely, the ones who have any sort of uniform or marking that might indicate this.
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He nods, "I can handle that well enough. I doubt there are any threats in this city to one of us. I am fine on my own or with a shadow. Will do Mendas, your name shall be praised. Oh Bravta!" He smiles wirh a bit of jesting with the word use.
If no other orders are given he leaves heading to the Arcane District.
She stands up on her two feet. Happily she states. "Will do Desseer. I will stay and relay messages."
Thorin was content to watch and listen while Hrothgarn handled the diplomacy. He used the time to look around, seeking out any clues as towards whether or not the clergy were actively assisting those in need.
Two of the guards, including the one who spoke, lead you into another hall. The doors open and even warmer air escapes this room. Inside you see dozens of folks chained to pews. They all keep their heads down and continue to pray. Several priests walk around with whips.
Through that room to an even warmer room it seems you have come to the center of the cathedral. Five seated priests speak as a choir of children sing quietly. They look up and wave off the guards. They stand and approach. "Greetings and salutations, welcome to the Cathedral of Chains. What is your business?"
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Thorin stopped, a frown crossing his face. "Cathedral of chains? I see" Looking to his companion, he said "'I'm going to the second floor. Come with me, or talk to this man about our business, I trust your judgement."
With that, he turned to leave, ready to investigate the sounds. He gave the guards a hard look. "We have been working to contain the destruction occurring outside of these halls. Walk with me if you wish, but if you impede us it will not end well."
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As Thorin started toward the stairs, Hrothgarn’s voice dropped low, meant for him alone. “If things turn foul, call out, I’ll come running.”
Then, straightening again, he faced the priests fully, every inch the envoy, but the kind who carried a hammer instead of a seal. The heat around Hrothgarn deepened, a faint shimmer rising from his armor as if the air itself held its breath. The glow beneath his skin brightened just enough to catch the priests’ eyes. When he spoke, his voice was calm, forged quiet, not soft.
“You’ll speak truth here. I’ve no patience for smoke in a place already burning. The city outside these walls crumbles, yet your walls stand clean. Why?"
"Well thenya, that takes care of that nya!"[/n] She looked at the shriveled corpse a moment and decided taking the head was not worth the effort. She turned away to Dominique and asked, [b]"Find anyathing useful nya?"
...at the second floor you see many people chained to the walls or other mechanisms. There are a few walking among them tugging on the chains or applying touches of one sort or another. You can tell that the moans and groans are a mix of many emotions.
They go with Thorin and head up the stairs...
The head priest of the group, or at least the speaker, answers the giant, [b]"Asmodeus' way will be made clear. We only speak the truth here. Beware, there is always smoke around; how thick is the main concern. Asmodeus and his contracts keep this building, his clergy, and the citizens safe and thriving. We build, but we also wait; the bandits will meet their end eventually. We have time.
Most of the streets in the red light district are empty. A group of bandit guards move along. Every now and then they clash upon each other.
Stopping one of these groups you easily find out that their boss. The craterlord Chandler is holed up and they have been given free reign, as other gangs have been invading.
Several buildings burn.
Beyond the above, it is a a red light district. You stay in the path long enough and you draw the attention of a patrol.
With a sultry smile that seems to penetrate your beating heart, making it go faster, "I found a few baubles of note. I believe these are magical. Though please make a sweep with detect magic to see if I missed anything." Even to his words you are sure he found all the magical items.
RARGHG:
RARGHG and steph will set out in the direction of the slums according to her memory of the map that was drawn by Desseer in the hideout. She walks with a confident stride once she enters the area of the slums and purposefully lets her scythe drag every so often on the floor to carve a marking onto the ground. She inspects the area before her looking for any sign of mass gatherings, signs of a scuffle or other signs gang members or bandit could have set up shop nearby. Steph will also be on the look out
You find a few bunches of bandit guards along the way, looking like they are fighting over a gatehouse. As your form approaches most stop and simply run. Those that remain move to the side letting you pass.
You find that a lot more especially in the slums. There isn't as much burning. You see several burnt down buildings. There is an absurd amount of bodies here. Most fighting each other for scraps. Even slaves fight each other here.
'If you are willing John, I can tail you. Though I will need a soild disguise. Not just my morphic ability. I want to make sure you are not...turned or threatened. You are to good an asset to let fall to the way side should the betray us' Ink states speaking with John.
He will shift into a plain, rough-looking man. then in his simple clothes grabbing some scraps of old cloth and wrapping it around himself.
He hides his fleshy features in the shroud of his hood and cloth. He then smiles.
"How do I look as a Raggamuffin"
He then turns to Ink, "Ink, would you be willing to take out the Market Ward's Craterlord? She is known as Lady Jorynne, the Guilded Fang. Also, while you are there, can you check on a rumor that there are slaves there? I am fine with people being our slaves. I am not particularly fond of the idea of those lower than us being slaves of each other. Honestly, they'll probably just do it wrong, so it is not worth letting it be a thing."
To John, "Have at it John."
The elf-incubus claps his clawed hands once happily, "Alright! Any other questions before I go play in the Beast Market? I'm really excited to get back to enjoying myself!"
RARGHG will look at the chaos around her and the squabbling people around her before pondering what she should do. It doesn’t appear that anyone here is organising into gangs, in fact it looks like an all out brawl. Mmmm, while Desseer did say she should just target the bandits and not the normal residents. In that case…
RARGHG uses her new senses to identify the individuals who seem to fight like bandits or thugs. People who knew how to threaten others but were no true warriors. She weaves through the destroyed buildings with unnatural speed, her scythe slashing out at those she identifies as bandits turning them into fleshy pastes as she moves. Occasionally her scythe strikes a destroyed building turning them to dust and fine rubble as she lets out excited screeches.
Once she has dismantled a good hand full of houses, she will let out a roar as she allows the blood rage that bubbles within her to be unleashed momentarily, allowing her to tower over the slums before slamming her scythe into the ground with a deafening thud. She shouts out to the slums, ”Weaklings, throw down your weapons and submit yourselves to my cause. Those who fancy yourselves warriors and leaders, I give you one chance to make your mark. Defeat me in a duel and you shall have my fealty. I will aid you in conquering this region if you prove a worthy foe. Sulk in the shadows and I shall tear this town up brick by brick until there is nowhere left to hide. Make your choice.” RARGHG will swing her scythe just as her blood rage ends to shatter several house with her reach.
As she awaits an answer to her challenge, she will approach any slaves she sees and shatter any chains or collars they have wordlessly before looking around to see if there are any warriors who would answer her challenge
Ink smiles as he then continues towards the door. His presence is dangerous until he hits the door, and with a simple shift, he changes his posture.
Making him appear casual and nonchalant.
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He took a measured step closer, the weight of his presence filling the air rather than his voice. “You say Asmodeus’ contracts keep this place safe then tell me, priest, what bargain keeps the rest of Cinder standing? Are the people outside your walls protected by your order, or abandoned until it’s convenient to act?”
His tone stayed even, almost conversational, but each word landed with the precision of a hammer on metal. “Who commands the bandits? Who among the city’s lords still holds sway? You say time is on your side but I ask how long until the people are no more? Who then will you convert to follow your doctrine? A forge does no good when there’s no metal left to shape.”
"Right!..Your church..,hmmm..," Desseer says looking down in thought. He then begins mumbling, "Now would be a solid time to start that up. Buuut, there isn't really a place to gather them...The Temple District would be good. Buuut, the goodies are there and would see through Ink's shape...hmmm..." He stands, looking at the floor for several moments. Despite his energy and flurry, Desseer's clothes appear immaculate. They fit his form like a finely tailored suit with a focus on form fitting in carefully selected places to fully capture the appeal aspect of his incubus nature. With the pose he strikes, it is clear that Desseer's appearance amazingly synergizes the lust appeal via the incubus and intelligence typecast through the elven aspect.
"I think I've got it," he says finally, looking up and breaking the veil of platinum hair that shrouded his face during his thought. "What if we use Mendas to draw people to Bratva? We use Mendas as a hero figure now, to draw people in. Mendas then turns people toward Bratva?"
Thorin frowned. People were chained to the walls..or other mechanisms. That the emotions were varied gave him pause. He didn't know what he was seeing, but he knew that he didn't like it.
"I demand an explanation." He said, his voice forceful. He looked around the room, to those chained, to the guards, to any who could hear. He cared not whom gave it. "Do not lie to me."[/b He warned. [b]"For I am not in the mood for it."
"Which way to the Market district?" He asks as he will head out to stop the Crater lord. Which would be fun.
After Ink leaves, Desseer looks around, "Well, I think that's it. Time to go have fun with a crazy bird lady."
With that, he taps his chest and his appearance quickly shifts back to the horn stubbed tiefling with red skin, tail, black hair and black wings and starts walking to the Beast Market.
As he walks through the district, all of the animals, regardless of what they are doing, do not seem to register his presence. The scene is an odd one of chaos with a pocket of serenity moving peacefully through it. Every so often, Desseer looks to the sky at birds that are flying above. He seems to watch them with interest.
After about half an hour of walking and observing, he finds his way into a building that looks like a tavern inn. The inside is not pristine but it seems mostly unaffected by the chaos outside. The reason is quickly apparent within a second of entering.
"If you are here to cause trouble, turn around and look elsewhere," a deep voice booms. The owner of the voice is a large and thick orc that easily stands nearly two heads above any other occupant in the place. He wears simple clothes and, aside from his stature, sports a fairly humble demeanor. Or, he would normally support that demeanor, if not for the current situation. The other patrons scattered around the rather empty establishment seem to be on guard at Desseer's entrance.
The orc takes several seconds sizing Tiefling-Desseer up and the tension is palpable. "What do you want?" he says finally, a little less gruffly, easing the tension only slightly.
Desseer scans the room with a congenial smile, his black hair and partial horns catching the lamp light slightly. He then slowly lifts his hands into the air in innocence. "I can understand your caution, but I do not mean to cause trouble. I am looking for a room to weather the storm. And I'm willing to pay. "
The orc blinks a few times and then relaxes completely. "Of course," he says heartily. This reaction leaves the other occupants of the room clearly confused.
Desseer gives the orc a concerned look and then looks to the others.
"Relax guys," the orc says assuringly. "He's good with me. "
This clearly does not reassure them and one of them speaks up, "Do you know him?"
Desseer nods while looking at the orc.
"Yeah, I think so," he says with unsurity. "It has been many years."
Desseer nods again in confirmation.
"Okay then," another challenges, "W-"
The orc interrupts, "Relax Gon. He's fine."
"No," the man replies quickly with concern. "He could have magicked you. "
Desseer nods and hold up a hand to stop the orc's objection. He adds reasonably, "He's right. They don't know me and they are concerned about you." Desseer then turns to Gon and gestures for him to continue, "You were about to ask a question, right? Ask away."
Gon nods in appreciation and continues, "Yes. None of us has said his name. What is his name?" Gon delivers the lead up and question proudly.
Without skipping a beat Desseer responds, "Grour, of course." Desseer is staring at the man with a knowing smile.
Gon looks shocked.
Desseer adds warmly, "I appreciate you all looking out for Grour. Your caution is understandable. Thank you." He then walks toward the orc, "How about that room, friend?"
Grour gives him a hearty laugh and leads him upstairs.
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Detect Thoughts
Desseer grabbed both sides of the table to the side and the chair next to the windows facing the table. He sits in the chair and props his feet on the table, settling into a stable position to fall asleep. After getting situated, he looks out the window to the skyline. He spots a crow flying in the distance and focuses on it. He activates his animal mastery ability and immediately slumps into his prepped position.
Desseer's consciousness was suddenly riding along with the crow's. He felt the wind rushing by his feathers and smelled the burning that had risen into the air. He could feel the muscles in his wings shift to catch a thermal. Desseer waited until he had become accustomed to tge crow's senses before exerting his will and taking over.
With the crow's wings, he rose higher into the air to watch the other birds flying around. He watched where they flew to and where they flew from. He observed for many minutes before noticing one building almost all seemed to visit. Despite the chaos and excitement, many birds were bold enough to perch upon this one building. So he flew closer.
As he made a circuit from a distance, he spotted multiple guards, both people and animals. Several of them were patrolling. Desseer felt satisfaction, his plan had worked. He decided to make a closer circuit to peer in through the windows. Sure enough, one open window revealed a clearly important person lounging inside, watching the birds outside with particular interest.
Crow-Desseer flew in through the windows and perched on a dresser next to a wall. He then immediately took a talon and carved onto the Dresser.
I found you.
She sees instantly that this was once a thriving red light district that had been caught in the chaos of this bandit war that her guildmates have devised. Still, the colourful lights that still shine through some of the more intact buildings glow enticingly and she spots several lewd posters as well as advertisement. She giggles to herself, it had been years since she had wandered into any red light district and usually when she went it was to get blackmail material or learn secrets about her targets. Even in another world, the over the top nature of such vice districts remains the same. As she walks from building to building, she takes in the sights. She finds nightclubs and strip clubs whose lights were actually perpetual dancing light spells which alternated colours. She sees stages with odd implements, maybe poles to dance on, and scattered coins and skimpy attire shattered about. The clubs were deserted though, not surprising since the festive mood was likely disrupted by the attacks the guild organised. As she lazily looked around the bars, she unfortunately realised that most of the alcohol was gone. Stolen in the chaos sadly. She jumps from bar to bar, taking nearly 20 minutes before she finds a stash of alcohol that was intact. She opens a bottle and pours herself a glass. She had become something of an alcoholic in her later years and, despite the bloodthirst, she kind of felt the urge drink. Taking a sip, she found the wine was rather smooth and sweet. She downs the entire glass and drinks from the bottle, downing the entire stash in several minutes.
She did get a small sense of satisfaction from it, probably placebo from her human mindset, though she doesn’t feel even slightly drunk. She leaves the bar and moves to the other buildings, which unlike the clubs, have much more suggestive titles. The meat of the red light district, the brothels and fetish houses. Most seemed at first glance to be empty though she suspected the patrons and workers were likely still hiding from the chaos. Deciding to do some more sightseeing, she moves towards one brothel named,’ Elfsong’ which still appeared undisturbed from the chaos. Just before she crosses the threshold, she suddenly stops and she cannot bring herself to enter. She looks around in confusion and tries again to enter once again before she realises something. She cannot enter owned buildings without permission which means unlike the other buildings she visited this one’s owner is still alive and had not abandoned it. She has merely a few seconds to consider what to do before someone’s voice interrupts her train of thought.
“Look what we have here boys, a fox person. I wonder how much she is worth.”. The man who spoke was brandishing a large scimitar and given he was the only one of the group who was wearing plate armor compared to the thugs who were barely armoured. Kislum scans the group quickly before relaxing. Looks like one of the Craterlord’s lackeys had finally found her. While their weapons were bloodied and they did look like they just got into a fight, they were no threat. No, in fact, this was an opportunity.
“*Gasp* No stay back, don’t come close to me.” Kislum feigns a fearful expression while she adjusts her gaze onto the bandit furthest from her, having decided to play a little game with them. Her dominate gaze and hypnotic stare activate, the bandit lacks the willpower to resist and she feels a telepathic connection form. One down. Her first command to this one is merely to act naturally but once the leader tries to grab her, disarm him.
The leader laughs and takes an exaggerated step towards her as his cronies slowly start to encircle her. She almost cracks a smile but she manages to maintain the facade. Her gaze shifts and she revels in the feeling of crushing yet another weak will. Two. His order is to restrain the leader instead of disarm him. “What are you doing you fiends? Stay away from me.” She backs away, using a tiny bit of her fly speed to gain a slight distance. She targets another bandit, her eyes glow red with power and delight but it seems her opponents are too distracted to notice or care. Three. He shall have the same orders as the second
The Bandits grow closer, tauntingly moving towards her. Her little ruse works and it seems they are too overconfident to realise the danger they are in. She lets out a sob and continues backing away and raises her hands up as if to defend herself. Four. His order is to attack the leader non lethally once he touches her. Her elation is almost too great. To hide it she turns and pretends to trip.
The bandit leader catches up to her and points his scimitar at her. He swings at her and she dodges with a yelp. She falls onto the floor as pathetically as she can before she turns just long enough to seize control of the last bandit guard. Five. The last order would be the simplest, all he had to do was point his weapon at the leader threateningly once he touched her.
[b] “looks like this is the end of the line for you little fox, you are coming with me.” the leader says before prying her hands from her head. The leader merely gets a glimpse of her wide smile behind her hands before the bandits under her command jump him all at once. His sword is pulled from his hand as another 2 grapples him to the ground. Another bandit hits his now exposed face repeatedly while the last points his sword at his leader. Dazed and confused, he struggles on the ground just before Kislum lets out a loud cackle which extends into a howling laugh. A mental command to the 4th stops the strikes to the face as Kislum continues laughing.
”w…what are you all d…doing?” the leader croaks out.
Kislum kneels to his level, a sneer on her face before saying, “I'm sorry, it's just you all are so cute. You thought I was scared of weaklings like you? Hehehehe… Ah, that was fun. Now lemme tell you what will happen next. You will bring me around to as many Patrols as possible then you all will help me distract them and i will dominate them. Then, your little cratelord will be next. However, my guildmates have their little servants here and I want one too. So you have a choice. You can serve me out of your own free will or you can be my thrall. What will it be?”