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Arnesto raised a brow and made a semblance of a smirk, " Ahh yes, of course. Making one see with pain and feeling is much more appropiate I suppose. Though with bolt still in his arm, we can 'adjust' it if he acts up. "


Rounding up the captured Bandit Harles, Arnesto makes sure both his legs and hands are bound, mouth gagged and tied through the intersections of Harles crotch area to cause terrible rope burn and uncomfortable travel. All attached to a longer piece that can be pulled at the captor's leisure.

" Well, it seems we've made ourselves known in quite the positive fashion, as it should be. Now come along, we have some ' Advanced Interrogation Techniques, ' on our friend here and inform the Master what we've learned. "

Arnesto bids the fine people farewell taking the captive back home.


That makes sense.


I would assume their armor.. if they even had that. Weapons were pretty standard.


Arnesto takes to the people greatly, allowing them to bask in his greatness. Never one not to express thanks for their recognition. Alas he informs them of a task that is needed to be done.

" Well, Well I have to say I was surprised they would fight to the last. The penalty for failure must have been quite harsh if death was a better alternative. That leaves us with the head thug I'm afraid. I wanted to gut him proper in front of the locals, but the Master did say we should bring at LEAST one back. Information and all that. "

Arnesto makes sure to go through the townspeople as well to gather information about the bandits. How long this had been happening, common thugs or any insignias.

Persuasion 29 Skilled: 1d100 ⇒ 38
Persuasion 29 Skilled: 1d100 ⇒ 17


Arnesto shrugs, " Well there is a whole new special going on currently. Those that betray thier allies now and come to us won't get tortured. Deal? "

He fired a shot into the next furthest bandit after swiftly reloading.

" By the way my mixed-blood compatriot, excellent double-tap. "

Pierce the heavens with my XXX: 1d100 ⇒ 64
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Parry or Dodge: 1d100 ⇒ 32


Beating the Thug leader's face in... repeatedly, Arnesto secures him for rigorous pain for a later time. Likely to be strung up and paraded around like a pinata for the people.

His face changed very little as enemies were cut down by his shots.

As they entered the building Arnesto merciless to fire at a bandit.

Shaftening 2: Electric Bugaloo: 1d100 ⇒ 22
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

He readied himself for reprisal.

" I'm not sure you are aware but really if you don't give up, death is very very likely. "

Dodge or Parry: 1d100 ⇒ 32


After the Thuggins

Arnesto moved to launch another bolt.

" If the rest of you would kindly clean out those buildings of the Thugs such that they don't cause tooo much issue, that would be great. "

The Bolting: 1d100 ⇒ 31
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8


" Making me do extra work. "

Arnesto shoots one of the remaining men, moving forward.

The Shaftening: 1d100 ⇒ 24
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7


" No, he gets to die the worst. He ordered men to freely rape a pillage. Maybe none of them will survive the culling. Maybe if he could convince us otherwise that he is worth it? "

Arnesto looked fierce. " We'll use one of the mooks. And my word Elige you truly suck. "


" Well you heard them fellows, be ever so kind and slaughter them all. least before they get to the villagers and women. That would sort of give us a bad reputation. "

Arnesto loaded his weapon, " As for you Mister revealed leader. "

On his turn

Arnesto's face became somewhat serious as the bolt shot from his Crossbow at the Thug Leader.

El Crossbow: 1d100 ⇒ 11
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9


Is this during initiative or just the set up scene?


Alright then Frontline closer and Ranged at the back

Without much as a signal a bolt flew from the underbrush aimed at the bandito speaking to the village head.

El Crossbow: 1d100 ⇒ 52

Damage': 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6


Our weapons and action use feet so about 150ft?


How far are they away from us? I assume Arnesto is in prime location to shoot? At least several moves away.


There isnt alot of Int here at all.


There is nothing to hash out as there is no stimulus.


Arnesto claps his hands together amused, " Yes, yes! Loki here understands. Splitting could end up disastrous and could follow up with one side becoming overrun or worse. It simply isn't tactically sound to be truthful. So our options are either to wait in hiding until they cross a specific path known to frequent, or wait for something to happen in town and jump on it. Effectively using the element of surprise, yup. "


Arnesto shakes his head, " No no, it would likely be worse if we did that, we are regular people. But we need people not to even know we exist, that way the situation goes in our favor. "


Arnesto chuckled, " Do not worry my companion. The plans are those that do not survive battle. The best situation we can make simple requires our robust members at the close range while those with ranged capability at the longer range. It's quite simple. "

Pointing to the trees, " Using those would make it easier. "


Arnesto turned to see one of the half-breeds, this one Enten. From what he could tell it made sense, his clothing was that of the commonwealth. The man pointed over to the moving porcupine that seemed to approach.

" Well, there is one is suppose. Similar kin to you. I am always ready for such things, as long as I have my pants. The others have yet to arrive. "


Arnesto awakes doing his normal ceremony, searching for his pants, checking his ass and inspecting for any unidentified markings too his body. It didn't hurt to make sure. He was relatively fine and it was unfortunate that nothing wholly came of it, though he found out quite a bit about each person he played with. From mannerisms and playstyle to quirks and worries. It was most enlightening.

Scrubbing his body clean Arnesto equipped himself for the day as if going on a normal venture, checked his crossbow for maintenance and sharpened his daggers. Within an hour he was ready to go out awaiting the rest of the group primed and ready to prove themselves. Or die.. though that was Plan X.


" Farewell my inbred companion. "

Arnesto waves him off as the group comes in, he looks to them with a smile. " I see you are all quite hungry. Please have at it all, they taste delightful. Did you all have a nice revival? Who wants to play a game of cards? "

Arnesto gestured as he watch Jordan devour the food. " Oh, did you all get those notes I handed you? "

Persuasion 29: 1d100 ⇒ 26
Persuasion 29: 1d100 ⇒ 64


" I apologize, for I assumed you used higher order thinking and thus should not have attempted such a response with less knowledge. If one does as you say and becomes soft and weak in this field of work, they of course would be doing so ignorant of their position and situation. What I said is simply words, my character is whatever I need it to be at the time. believe what you want, that makes my job easier. "


" A damn shame really, because I resemble neither of those things. Easy doesnt mean ignorant. "


Arnesto blinked, twice. He then looked up at the ceiling as if contemplating something. Looking between the two halfbreeds.

" Well, that's why I was setting up a game of cards, a bonding technique if you will. As for 'Hunger', no not really. I killed because I was instructed to, to which I wasnt fairly certain Vasper was telling the truth. Thus hesitation to kill some of the women-folk. I'm here because my skills fit the job. No more, No less. Sorry to disappoint you. Being part of this Clan and being capable simply allows life to be easier for a trade-off of possible danger. "


Arnesto shrugged, " No, I did not. And truthfully I don't need to. Those of power are universal. I'm sure you realize that even in nature Strength is king and the social bits simply come with creation. We are very social creatures. Then again I didnt label myself a hungry beast either. "


The man smiled like a shark, shuffling the deck with practiced ease and skill as he spoke. You see at least three different sorting methods happening while his eyes lingered. " Ahahaha, No no. You misunderstand my large Half-breed friend. What I do for business and what are do for pleasure are two completely different scenarios. I am not one to fail at anything like that. A job is a job and as an Apprentice Tradesman, I know the value of good hard work. It's simply my skills vary. Trust if nothing that I can place the pointy end into the flesh and I'll trust you swing that blade of yours around with your magic the same. OH, and if there needs to be... particularly delicate speaking, trust I do that a bit better than you, simple? "


Arnesto will raise an eyebrow at Ttaur, " Myes? You seem to be indicating you wish you use common language to communicate a thought to me. What is it? "


Arnesto lowered his shoulders, " Well this should be relatively easy only kill MOST of them. Be careful of fun times in the dorms. Being new recruits have this kind of prestige. Just new enough not be known but in enough to have a slight slice of life with some benefits. Loki, don't worry yourself about responsibility. It's not expected of you past not making us look bad. Now then, I should get ready for the onslaught of hate we shall soon receive. "

The man pulls out what seems to be a deck of cards.


" My word, Lord Vasper if I did not know any better I would have assumed those rules were set up against my person. I jest however, I would know better than to do so. I am curious by what you mean as 'severely' and if so by who? " Arnesto seems to ask nonchalantly.

" I'm curious what ' anything else, ' might include. I would think the first list be what you have for the more... promising recruits. "

Arnesto seems to show faux excitement in response to Enten. " As long as it pays well. "


The Gleeful Human chuckles, " Six of one, half a dozen of the other " In response to Ttaur and Enten.

Arnesto seems to rub his hands together. " We didnt get into this business NOT expecting little danger I hope? I mean, not a few moments ago, We slaughtered, what? 8-10 other people? "


" A request of us? What could that possibly be? If its anything Dangerous Im sure those two will be up for it. " Arnesto points to the two Half-Breeds.

" Other than that I'm quite curious otherwise. "


Arnesto gives the straightest of faces, " I'm not seeing how that changes my statement. I cannot say I don't like a good puzzle. I see two fine ladies, that's enough for me. "

Arnesto bowed in response.


" I'm not sure if I should feel honored to be chosen by the esteemed Vasper or regret not being chosen by either of these fine ladies. Though the names are deceiving, are they simply covers for the organization? "

Arnesto pondered aloud somewhat to Vasper, " Truth be told I didn't even show all that much... save good judgement I suppose. "


Arnesto began to walk up and shrugged, " Well you do your job quite well. It was only smart to let the enemy weaken themselves upon each other and pick off the stragglers who deemed themselves foolish enough to attack us. Sometimes it is simply better to be slower and see everything unfold around you instead of striking first. It simply was luck that Krenshaw had drew attention to greatest but it was inevitable SOMEONE would. "

Arnesto took a piece a parchment writing something down in it and closing Aszeera's hand in it. He goes around doing this to most of the last group they fought and returns to the Steps behind Vasper. " Well then, Shall we continue? "

He shoulders his Crossbow once more sighing.


Arnesto just begins to whistle as he aims for a target. " Ohhh the choices, I suppose I'll shoot you my fair Aszeera. "

A marksman's bolt flies toward the dual wielding woman.

Crossbow: 1d100 ⇒ 31
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10


Arnesto lowered his crossbow after the shot and raised a brow, " A Wizard? No, just good aim. Though I have been told I have magical hands Milady Jordan. It was simply sad it had to be on the business side rather than pleasure. Now, while I may have complications about harming you all, my compatriots here do not. "

He began to load another bolt, " I did promise it would be relatively painless. Maybe after this all we can make amends. "


Arnesto sighed once more. " I see, well then. Elige do try not to be disappointing again. The targets are now much less fat than Carl, they are likely more agile. To the women here I shall try and make it as painless as possible. "


Arnesto looks up disappointed that he would not be able to gather Revenge for Carl's insolence on either the man himself or Krenshaw for coming back. The Human sighed a great length. Especially as Beth deemed herself such to continue the fight. He looked to the Master.

" Mr. Galel, as you might know I am loath to hurt a pretty lady but if I must I can stomach the act. My inquiry here is simply has not this current situation shown the capability of most here. The obvious situation is such that Beth's group surrenders? There need be continue? "

Arnesto looked to Beth and her group's direction. " Or will you not Yield? And I have to shoot you? "

The Crossbowmen stepped back a few paces and expertly held his weapon ready for any other hostility to their group.

Attack: 1d100 ⇒ 32

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11


" Ah.. I see the rolls are useful for something... Elige, Cook the pig "


Anersto looks down at the arrow and sighs. " Very well fatman. Though I have in my code to never hurt a lady, so I suppose you volunteered yourself. "

He makes a leisure stroll back some 25 feet whips out the crossbow on his back, which is now clearly made of Mahogany with Silver Filigree and shoots Carl.

Crossbow: 1d100 ⇒ 44

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11


" Strip the Flesh " Coming soon to an appliance store near you!


Arnesto seems to perk up at the announcement, somewhat confused but astute. " Well then, it seems I will not be able to hide my skills any longer. How disappointing. " He pats at the blade on his back somewhat playfully.


Arnesto seems to be relatively calm about his reaction to the alleged Farmer Half-breed, while nonchalantly shaking this Loki-individual's hand with a plated glove.

" Well, Well I suppose my language will have to be toned down somewhat to accommodate. Never fear, Arnesto is nothing if not flexible. I am good with my words.... and my hands. "


Arnesto is both astounded and disgusted at the individuals. He is doubly so by the fact both seem to speak! What a great find. Pointing at the two he notes their mass, perfect for bodyguards indeed!

" Well, it is quite good you all seem to be able to speak the language of men. I'm sure you'll make quite the backbone of this organization no doubt! "

He seems to smile and ring his hands somewhat comfortably.


Completely contrasting the strangeness of some of the other individuals *cough* Taur Freak *cough*, a gallant Human of normal proportions immaculate armor and well made weaponry. You see the hilt of a relatively large greatsword clearly of warrior stock. A red scarf adorned his neck ending in a elegant cape that. He introduced himself as " Arnesto the Tradesman! "


Arnesto the Tradesman

Human

Strength 26
Speed 15
Agility 20
Dexterity 46
Prowess 25
Vigor 42
Toughness 27
Intelligence 19
Willpower 12
Charm 29

Skilled in ~~ Persuasion ~~

Fine and Deadly Crossbow

4 Daggers

Chainmail