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Welcome back Sir, how was machine gun training?
::Speigel grins at Roedar:: "Lead on oh' Captain my Captain....to cold beer and salted snacks."
::Spiegel pull his longsword, scabbard and all from it's hangers on his sword belt, a punch dagger from his boot, and a whip from under his coat and places them one by one into the medium sized belt pouch he wore, somehow, they all fit and the bag's shape remains unchanged:: "There were go, much better, little too much burden kitted out like that, gotta stay light and fast, and now I am a little less bristling..all friendly like. Oh, the battleaxe and grenades are on loan from the firm's armory...hope they don't expect those grenades back should things get...tight."
::Spiegel gives a low grumbling growl:: "Sly bastards...magic ain't my thing either Officer She...I know enough to draw down on an enemy caster though."
"There are murdering fey loose in this city, I would rather be over-armed and not need them than wishing I had brought them. This tea house is supposedly neutral...but I don't trust supposedly. Besides, I will likely just be providing cover, so I need not go inside, plus, I can't stand tea." "Wuhhh...wait...dying...how in the hell did that almost happen? Amelia fought an assassin? She is a smart one no doubt, but her combat prowess is....err...poorish, no offense intended, she is a lawyer after all, not a soldier.
::Spiegel gives Roedar a hearty clap on the back, the promise of cold beer brightening his otherwise sour mood:: "Has Amelia gotten that bugger Spindleshank to give up the goat and start talking yet? That strange elf ain't a match for her, I would bet a week's wages on it." ::gives She a nod:: Why not just toss a local kid a copper or two to leave word with your commanding officer? Easy enough to do from a bar stool as anywhere else."
Spiegel walks out of the First & Basil guard barracks just in time to bump into Officer Roedar, who seems to be looking for...him. ::Clips the two cold iron pellet grenades to his belt and slings the cold iron battleaxe in it's baldric over his shoulder:: "Cold beer you say Roedar, count me in, getting armed up is thirsty work."
Spiegel walks up to whomever is currently working as armory master, offering a tusky but well meaning grin. ”Armory master, Special Operator Spiegel Stillwater ::shows his security badge:: here to officially request the requisition of arms. I am currently acting as security detail for Junior Partner Amelia N. Rolshen Esq., and have been tasked with aiding her in consulting with the Watch. In the course of our work, I have encountered a threat that requires cold iron to deal with effectively. A cold iron melee weapon, battleaxe or longsword, and if the firm can spare ‘em, which I bet they can, as many cold iron pellet grenades as can be provided. I will fill the forms out in triplicate, and yes, I am aware I am liable for any damages or injury I cause to bystanders using said grenades.”
Spiegel walks up to the entrance of the First & Basil company guard barracks, shows his ID to the the inevitable guards, and barring issue, walks in heading straight to the armory. ”I need to see the armory master on duty, I need to requisition additional weaponry for a special assignment I am currently working, swifter the better.
Spiegel walks briskly and with purpose to the First & Basil security force barracks, and enters, assuming he is not waylayed en route. He searches out the armory master first.
Spiegel heads for the First & Basil guard barracks, his brow crinkled despite his best efforts to keep a calm facade. I will meet back up with the rest of you ASAP.
Team Murderbait: ”Ain't a bad thought, checking in with the Firm, though gotta admit, I would bet my last silver that Amelia would know what to say and who to say it to.
I'm gonna have a chat with the armory master and see if I can't scare up some cold iron pellet grenades and maybe a cold iron weapon bigger than a tooth pick, but I ain't sure if the firm will give up the goods they got bout Fagan. Watch or no...the Firm don't take kindly to anyone mucking up their doings, what ever they are”
Team Murderbait: ”Seems our little meeting is at an end, what's the next move Allan? Regardless of what or where, I got your back.”
Spiegel's last will and testament is on file with the firm, all of his gear besides his clothing and his beloved blunderbuss is to be sold and the profits used to put up a monument to his platoon who all died (save him) during a vicious border war with Pitax. His body is to be burned on a funeral pyre along with his blunderbuss. Inscription: Though we have fallen, our deeds shall live forever.
Team Murderbait: Spiegel leaves Fagan with his parting words and clears the doorway, heading back into the street, wondering if the man understood, though, in the end, whether he knew what had been said or not, the vow was made, the wheel already turning.
”Hope they serve something stronger than tea at this...tea house"
Team Murderbait:
Spiegel stares intensely at Fagan for a moment before growling something in Orcish. For those who understand Orcish: ”The next we meet, I swear by the blood of Mivon’s fallen soldiers, my brothers and sisters at arms, I will see you in chains, or if need be, put you down like the rabid hound you are Fagan. They gave their lives for Mivon, and I will not see their blood that soaked the churned earth spilled for naught while you tear down what they fought and died for. I am the wolf that will ever be at your heels, running you down for a chance at your throat!”
Team Murderbait: Spiegel’s eyes narrow seeing the First & Basil business card.
”Alan...you got point on this...it is your call what thread we pluck at in all this dirty business. But my gut tells me if we leave this one to his druthers he is like to keep on abusing folk for his own ends, like the bully he is.” Spiegel turns back to Fagan. ”You have no idea what kinda predator I am Fagan...though keep up with your dark dealings and someday soon, you may well find out. In fact, I look forward to that day, wheel never stops turnin’ Fagan...never.
Team Murderbait: ”Oh...no need to get quiet on my account Fagan, I would love to hear more about what bloody pies you have your hands in, and about the nasty little plans you have rising on your window ledge, in fact, I insist on it.”
Spiegel offers Fagan a tusky smile that is anything but friendly.
Team Murderbait: Spiegel gives up his position across the street, as it does not look like a fight is imminent. He walks across the street brazenly, slinging his blunderbuss to his shoulder (still loaded) as he goes to the compound door, and leans against one side beam of the lintel, ever so casually.
”Well...this is a bit more obliging than I thought you would be Fagan, so I figured I would join in this little chat.” Spiegel lets his First & Basil security badge show openly and obvious to Fagan.
Team Murderbait: Spiegel continues to try and keep a low profile, quiet, but eyes and ears trained on the door to Fagan's "orphanage".
::SNEEEZZZZEEEEEE:: Spiegel mutters under his breath ever so quietly in Orcish. "Well s*#t...there goes the surprise option...
Team Murderbait: Spiegel readies his blunderbuss which is currently loaded with rock salt.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly he settles in behind cover, eyes on the door Alan and the others had passed through and out of his sight. This thoughts turn to fallen comrades, killed in battle against Pitaxian forces. He had been the sole survivor of an entire platoon, the same would NOT happen to Alan and the other Watch Officers, he would kill...or die, to prevent it as fate dictated.
Team Murderbait: Stealth check redo, and really should be +4 with ACP factored, so, it will be, sorry bout that Frank.
Team Murderbait:
Spiegel keeps his gaze vigilant, as a veteran of war against Pitax, he learned long ago to not drop ones guard.
Upon seeing that door open, Spiegel whispers to Alan. ”I’m gonna find some cover in an alley or behind some rain barrels in sight of the entrance, if things get hot, draw ‘em out here, and then, I will do my best to shred the bastards.” Spiegel heads for cover, as long as it has a view of the door and a field of fire that is mostly open.
Team Murderbait: Spiegel given Milo a friendly shoulder slap, careful not to topple the man.
”Aye, the rule of three is coming to balance the cosmic scales...makes you wonder if we aren't that instrument at the moment eh?”
Team Murderbait: ”I take it we are starting with Fagan?
Team Murderbat: ”Gratitude Lt., I will be sure to put them into someone or something that deserves it.”
Team Murderbait: ”Cold iron...ain't that the stuff that don't get kissed by flame and just hammered into shape?. Don't suppose your Lt. or that gent Tackleberry have any cold iron pellet shot?”
Team Murderbait: "I would say it is time for you folk to grab your gear, lets hunt some Fey! Nobody kills kids in this city and gets away with it! Soldiers of the Watch, now is the time we take back our city from those who would see her in ruins!"
Team Murderbait: ”I am no expert on Fey...or poetry, but any man who would make up a rhyme that disturbed and spread it around must have something broken inside. Milo, pardon my lack of Fey book learning, but what in the nine hells is a Redcap? And more importantly, how do we kill one?”
Team Murderbait: "Sweetchuck, holler if I am getting this wrong, but I would bet Milo, that our fat capo can replace the people easy, but the fear the deaths instill is a priceless commodity to a sick SOB, and this Fagan gives me that impression.
Spiegel’s brow furrows and he gives an involuntary snarl when Sweetchuck discloses his past. :
”This Fagan likes to hurt folk smaller than himself eh...well that AINT happening if I have a thing to say about it. Wonder how well he fights with a blunderbuss load of rock salt in his moobs. The entire Murderbait Team have your back Sweetchuck, this bastard Fagan only has power over you if you let the fear he seems to monger stick, so just dont let it.”
Spiegel gives Milo a nod, his look thoughtful at the revelation that Milo speaks Orcish.
Spiegel quits jabbering after that, passing the time while the rest talk to clean, check, and load his blunderbuss and old beat up dragon pistol with rock salt rather than a slug or pellets, despite having both as well. He smooths out some slight burs and oils his sword when done with his firearms.
Spiegel growls something in Orcish in a low voice, barely above a whisper. For those who understand Orcish: And whatever dregs of a person does shake loose will be dragged into the light for all to see, and made to answer in kind, by my fallen brothers and sisters at arms I swear it.
"I may not have Miss Rolshen's razor smarts or schooling, but I can follow a trail and learned a thing or two about reading what the evidence is trying to tell you when I served in the military. ::cracks his neck and shows his tusks fully:: "Time to shake the barrel and see what falls out."
::Spiegel pulls the collar of his dark green trench coat up:: I can play quiet ally cat pretty well for a gent of my build, I can do shadow to your plate and mail attention grabbing showman thing if you are in on this nasty bit of business." ::cants his head at Sweetchuck:: "First bait..::then looks to Alan:: Then hammer.. ::Spiegel grins and smacks one meaty fist into his other open palm then points to himself:: "And last...anvil in the shadowed corner."
"Amelia should be safe here among so many Watch members, so unless you object Lt. Callahan, I would like to accompany Watch Officer Sweetchuck as added defense on his attempt to lure out the bastard or bastards that are painting the city in blood, plus killing kids just isn't right, not by a long shot, short folk neither."
::looks Lt. Callahan strait in the face, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time, his shoulders square and chin out.:: Lieutenant Callahan, for my part I am locked and loaded, but my first concern is Miss Rolshen's safety at all times, all else comes second, though I assure you I am a professional, will this be a problem?
Owww...did someone just propose a dust-up...!?
::grumble:: My charge would get herself into trouble at the place it seems least likely...and where I am not. They better not dock my pay...the firm sent her to the fancy shindig in the first place and told me to take the night off. Lawyers...
Amelia's company provided security guard checking in. Ha...I get the night off. |