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Red hair is a vanishing fad, you lose.
Pokes the gnome in his ear for the win.
You're not my boss and What business is it of yours?" snides the half-elf. "Nice theatrics. But you'll know when the boss is done. Right now I do not wnat to distrub him while he's in private discussion."
You're not my boss and What business is it of yours?" snides the half-elf.
a certain half-elf comes trotting up the stairway... "Hey boss, I just insulted the infernal inquirer at the front door, some big wig from the NIne Hells and guess what? He's looking for some politican or a mercahnt, Actually, I think he come for his soul. Sad thing is, his intent is deathly serious. Shall I let the security know who to look for?"
"And if this politician chooses to seek asylum, there will be a lengthy review. The Sanctum has been known to function as an embassy on a case-by-case basis. Your contract would be invalid here." His symbol of chaos flares slightly then subsides.
"My employer has been known to go through "paperwork" and other troublesome irritations with his fist, an axe, or both... All for a good cause. So leave your "knives and hooks" at home. No one likes bloodshed on a vacation, unless of course you're orcish." "Until then, you may wait here or return at an appointed time with my employer's permission. I shall inform my employer of the situation."
Message? Well yes. We in the infernal regions are a bit concerned about a Bazaar employee of ours who appears to have taken an unplanned holiday to this place, and we would like to see him back at his desk in the Bazaar within the next three days. You can relay that message to your master. He should know what we mean. "Does this merchant or emplyee have a name? We cannot find him if we does not know who he or she looks like."
"Only the infernal ones," he says with a strained smile. "My Lord and employer is occupied with an investigation. If you have a message, I can relay it to him with do haste."
The gate opens and Nstrivaxon sees a lightly armored half-elf flanked by two gravity elementals. "Yes, how can we be of service." The fiend sees the symbol of chaos, an embelm actually, pinned to the left of his chest.
"Gotcha boss. I have my symbol of chaos dispalyed and ready, plus an assortment of hidden knives and swords of chaos too."
"Buddy, you missed the party." He sheaths his swords. "Who's Kobold Cleaver?"
Stepping out from HoD's visual periphery, stands a rather paculiar half-elf with two soulforged swords. He swings at Hod, one blade aiming for his throat and the other for his torso.
Thanks. Haven't you know, ever transformed into a motorcycle or large robotic dinosaur?
"Man, I feel so left out.... I think I'll try a Dark and Stormy. Where's that droid?"
Even before the droid makes his move has a room key in his hand. He follows JH LJ upstairs.
Corin slides sideways into the sanctum unfretted by wards or other magical defenses.
"I await your return." He Looks at her and Alaina then depart through a portal of his own devising.
What can I do to help? Doyou think its wise to leave the sanctum unguarded? Oh wait a minute?
Corin follows.
He smiles. Yea! Boss told me about you. Wow! you're hot in person.
Her previous divine patroness was not so good about providing things like help and support, she said in response to the unasked question. I was just telling her that Sunny G wouldn't leave her hanging like that. There are a lot of things we'll need to fill you in on, but your timing couldn't be better. This is good to know. I smelt the stench of an evil dragon as I approached the Sanctum. But I didn't see or feel a response from Sunny G. Just his usual telepathic summons. I can't help wonder what he doing? Are we going to find this dragon's horde and plunder it? Greetings, Corin. It's good to have another ally. I'm glad to be aboard. Sunny G wouldn't have summoned me unless it was serious, or if he needed something sneaky or underhand accomplished. Is it safe for me to say you're a golem, am I correct.
LJ can't help but smile as Corin gives his speech. It's a pleasure to meet you, Corin. With a smile, to Alaina, See, I told you. Corin looks at Lynora with a puzzled, if somewhat amuded look on his face.
In walks an obvious half-elf, probably a sun elf judging by his golden blonde hair and lightly freckled complexion. He's dressed in well oiled studded leather draped in a simple cloak. The cloak is held into place securely by a brooch bearing the five sunrays, an obvious holy symbol of Sunny Godhead. His clothing is rugged, but his sturdy leather boots show signs of well worn travels and tribulations. He's armed obviously with two swords whose scabbards are draped in elvish runes. He obviously carry only those two arms, but his aura suggests he may carry more hidden magic.
"Is everybody here," in chimes a voice. "Sunny G gave me the word, telepathically, on the who's who. Greetings Lynora-Jill, pleasure to meet you. And you must be Alaina, my boss's new herald. He sure knows how to pick them beautiful. Pleasure to meet ya toots. My name is Corin Wisp and I'm Sunny G's personal problem solver, trouble-shooter and hatchet man." He looks around. "Say the Boss has extravagant tastes. "I like the place and the crowds, except the vomit guy...."
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