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#256
05-09-2009, 03:08 PM
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He moves forward to help Baslim with the immobilized dwarf, moving to deliver a cruel strike on the captain, twisting the blade. A small smile creeps into his face, And they turn their backs on those that allied with you too. Last edited by HFLep; 05-09-2009 at 03:49 PM. 
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#257
05-09-2009, 03:18 PM
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Zin, still on his hands a knees, though invisible for the moment, pushes himself from the blood-slick stones of the street to stand and survey the action.
Continuing to whistle his bolstering tune he decides his companions have things well in hand and calls upon his arcane teaching to mend his wounds and harden his defenses for a bit. Last edited by FreeRange; 05-09-2009 at 03:19 PM.
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#258
05-09-2009, 06:27 PM
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Killian faces off with Pendrax, and the rest of the party quickly closes in. In the end, the battle ends without much fanfare. Thor dispatches the Dwarf Captain before the little man can even begin to shake off the effects of Pendrax's Icy Ray. And then Pendrax's great icy hand grabs Killian, holding him tight while Jaeron strikes repeatedly with his axe.
__________________The great shifter captain knows death is upon him. He looks around wildly, opening his mouth as if to speak. But instead, he only coughs up a spot of blue-black blood. He then sinks to his knees before collapsing forward onto his face. And then the little alley is quiet for the first time in what seems like hours. You look around. Everywhere the dead lie in great heaps, stacked in places like so much cordwood. The wind blows harsh through the alley; it cuts almost like a blade on your sweat-soaked skin. And yet, it’s still not strong enough to whisk away the iron-and-offal scent of your enemies’ blood and now-slack bowels. Overhead, you can see that sun has risen fully in the sky. It sits like a pale disk over the city’s ruined skyline, providing light but little heat. Thus comes another day to Luskan. A moment later, Thor makes a show of wiping his blade on Killian’s cloak. Then he stands, sheaths his blades and deliberately spits on the fallen shifter’s body. “Plague-riddled bastard,” he says. “It never would’a come to this if you didn’t have the ill-gotten brains of a gods-damned ogre.” Thor shakes his head sadly. “You’ve doomed our people, ye stupid half-wit. Do ye see what ye’ve made me do here? “Ah Killian… It didn’ have to be like this. Hell’s too good a place fer you, ya lousy bastard!”
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#259
05-09-2009, 06:50 PM
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Jaeron finishes the fight with one last twirl of his axe, picking up a piece of the cloak to wipe off his own axe and armor. Whatever anger had propelled him a moment ago seems to have dissipated with the last blow from his axe, and he seems unusually calm now. The merchandise, he tells Thor and Atropo, The thugs are dead, the merchandise is to be secured. You can lead a seance later to talk to your dead ex-buddy. The last comment is obviously for Thor. Excellent work all around, he compliments the others.
He bends down to rifle through Killian's corpse, and then will move on to the others to check for valuables and such, sharing his findings with the rest of the group. We've a job to finish here, if you remember. And we are supposed to make an example of these for the Dragon, if we want our coin. He talks neutrally, merely wanting to fulfill his contract, Any ideas how to present the corpses here so they'd leave the right message, Ginagel? Or simply leave them as they are? Pendrax?
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#260
05-09-2009, 06:52 PM
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As Killian and the last Dwarf fall, Ginagel's rage seems to subside, but without a word the barbarian pulls out a dagger and begins cutting the ears off of all the corpses. Pushing them crudely into a sack, he makes an effort to loot through the bodies before looking at the Elf, "Ain't you got business to be seein to fairy?" After taking his trophies, the Dwarf sets to the work of maiming each body, breaking the legs of each corpse with mighty swings of his axe, then cutting the heads off of Killian and the Dwarf captain. Turning to Jaeron he smiles cruelly, "Oh yeh, that be doin the trick lad. Hang thems from somethin for the rest ta see," he says, handing the fighter the two severed heads.
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#261
05-09-2009, 07:19 PM
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Jaeron takes the heads, and shakes his, tossing them to the floor carelessly, I've got no pikes to stick them on. Pile up the skulls in the middle somewhere. It'll have to do.
After checking the corpses for valuables, he then goes around to check on his teammates and examines their wounds. If he finds them to be ok, he'll head over to the door of the hideout when everyone's ready and rested. He takes a few minutes to get his own breath back too.
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#262
05-09-2009, 08:45 PM
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With the bands of magical force holding him tight, Atropo glares viciously all around, unable to do anything to help as the others finish off the last of their foes. With Killian dead, the bindings disappear, and the elf cleans his sword calmly and rests silently for several minutes to recuperate from his wounds.
He shakes his head as the dwarf runs around hacking the corpses. Leaving them piled as they were slain would have been impressive enough. Now it looks like pointless butchery, not business. He follows with an angry sigh, scanning the mutilated corpses for anything of value or significance. With all that the brutes have been moving them around, it'll be hard to find anything. "Yes, the goods. Let's rest out here for a few minutes, then go in to retrieve them. It was a daunting battle, and impressively fought." He still frowns, but his approval of the other mercenaries' fighting prowess is evident - those of the group who aren't short, at least, have earned his respect.
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#263
05-09-2009, 08:58 PM
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Pendrax looks smugly down at Killian corpse and then to Jaeron "Good axe work there my friend." He then goes around helping relieve bodies of possible valuable items letting the others begin to direct things as he adds in "We'll want to hurry, I'm sure we've already drawn some attention to ourselves. Course it's probably nothing too unusual in this town."
He smiles and claps Balsam on the shoulder and then looks to Zin "Ah you made it through your first fight with the War Lords I see. Perhaps next time I might interest you in a few of my potions, you'll get a member discount, I assure you." Taking a moment he looks around the area to contemplate Jaeron's words "Hmm...if we're looking to make an impact I think I have just the idea." he says as he begins dragging bodies and body parts into a pile using the giant frozen hand directed by his mind. "Let's put all the heads in a nice circle and then burn the bodies in the center. I think that'll give it a nice Dragon feel, don't you think?" he chuckles, glancing over to the warehouse door as he's still curious what the cargo will look like exactly. Last edited by Ravenminded; 05-09-2009 at 09:03 PM.
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#264
05-09-2009, 09:31 PM
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A sly grin creeps across his face as the last of the enemies fall... "Awww and I was looking forward to taunting this pig lover some more ya know?" A swift kick to the ribs of the dwarf captain punctuates his words.
He takes some time to shake the street dust off his cloak and recuperate a little, then unsheathes his flute and leans against the wall, watching the others. "I have no skill for butchery, but I can give you a merry tune to act as counterpoint to the steady beat of Ginagels axe..." He brings the flute to his lips and blows a lively tune, though one that carries a melancholy note, as if to send up a prayer for the fallen.
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#265
05-09-2009, 10:21 PM
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Looking around the battlefield, the one-armed swordsman shrugs, wiping off his blade carefully on the dwarf captain's beard, "I've certainly been to better parties." Then, as Ginagel begins his grisly work, he wanders over and searches the bodies alongside the dwarf, muttering, "Might as well get some party favors for our trouble, though, eh?"
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#266
05-10-2009, 12:16 AM
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As the tune begins playing, Ginagel simply shakes his head and continues his work.
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#267
05-10-2009, 06:43 AM
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Thor walks away as Ginagel begins his grisly efforts. Though the former shifter street tough has talked a mean game, it is evident that this butchery is bothering him. Fighting his former rival is one thing; cutting off that one's head and setting fire to the remains are something different, it seems.
__________________Meanwhile, you search through the bodies quickly but thoroughly. Of course, Killian’s sword is worth taking. A fool can see that the thing is powerfully enchanted. Beyond that, there’s a little gold—mostly on the dwarves—and a small vial of poison hidden in the vest pocket of one of the shifter guards that you ambushed in the southern half of the alley. When you ask Thor about the gold, he shrugs. “Y’re not the only sellswords in Luskan. This bunch’a dwarves looks to be from Mirrabar if I had to guess. Though whether they’re here to fight for pay or simply to recover their kin, I couldn’t say. There’s jus’ no tellin’ ‘til we get inside.” Hearing Thor’s words, you decide to search the dwarven captain a little closer. You’re soon delighted to realize that his belt is magical! In fact, it might even be more powerful than Killian’s sword is.
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#268
05-10-2009, 11:49 AM
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Upon finishing his circuit of the bodies, Atropo backtracks to search the shifter sentinels as well, where he discovers the vial of poison. Ah, a most potent venom this is! It will greatly enhance the lethality of my attack. He pockets the poison, intending to save it for the first worthy victim, and thanking the gods that the barbarian didn't reach all the way back here to smash the valuable vial in his carelessness.
In spite of the blood and guts caking the dwarf captain's belt, Atropo cleans it as best he can and straps it on over his clothes. He bends his knees and does an easy backflip, using one hand to brace himself though he doesn't really need it. "It is as I thought. This belt is enchanted to focus physical prowess. Not that it did him much good." He frowns at what's left of the mutilated dwarf, and removes the belt in disgust. The Hunter tosses it to Jaeron, the armored warrior. "Here. I would make use of this were it washed, but you may need it more than I, fighting with that shield and in all that metal." He gathers up all the coinage and divides it into six equal piles, and summons the others to him. "Come. The Dragon will be pleased that we eliminated all of Killian's gang. Consider this an advance bonus." Atropo offers 7 gold and 5 silver pieces to each of the other mercenaries and to Thor, keeping nothing for himself. "Now, if you are done making a useless mess?" Atropo snaps, and leads the way into the hideout without waiting for a reply, eyes and ears perked for the signs of danger or those he was sent here to reclaim.
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#269
05-10-2009, 01:20 PM
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Jaeron snatches the belt from Atopo, looking it over. The armor doesn't hinder me as much as you think. And my boots help me stay light on my feet, if I really need it, he says. Still, I think I'll use it. One never knows when one will need a bit of extra strength to break from a hold or some such.
He cleans the belt a bit, and then clasps it around himself, nodding as he notices that the armor feels a bit lighter than before. Yes, that will do just fine. And the gold too . . . though we should really just divide everything when we're somewhere safe in the future. He picks up the sword from Killian's body, examining it, Nice sword, but not my thing. I'm an expert with the axe, after all. He moves over to Baslim, handing him the sword, I think you'd make better use of it. A fine swordsman deserves a good blade. When everyone finishes looting, he'll go over to the door leading into the hideout. If it's unlocked, he'll open it. If it is locked, he'll start hacking through it with his axe. Last edited by HFLep; 05-10-2009 at 01:31 PM.
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#270
05-10-2009, 01:42 PM
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Having stacked the bodies and boby parts into a pile he waits for Ginagel to finish chopping off heads and ears. He walks over to the pile of things and nods to Atropo and Jaeron "Indeed I'd be happy to..." collecting the gold from the elf on behalf of the War Lords and Zin, who he determines they've gang pressed into service.
"What about the plate mail and shields, its nothing special but it is good steel." he asks Jaeron as he turns back to see that Ginagel has finished his butchering. He's right Balsim, the enchantment on that blade is stronger than yours but its power it different." Pendrax lifts his wand and with a few flicks burns the bodies with Scorching Burst. "I..." he begins before coughing a bit "Ugh! I forgot that would be mostly dog and beard hair." he laughs and waves a hand in front of his face, his deep voice merry amongst the carnage. Last edited by Ravenminded; 05-10-2009 at 01:53 PM.
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