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Old Jan 30th, 2023, 01:47 PM
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”Pathetic…” Tarbin muttered at the sorry state of the so called Big Fox after a single punch. Reaching down the large man snatched up the discarded pistol while the elf scrambled after the void prism and lightly tossed it to Damien.

Tarbin then stared down at Big Fox in disgust
as the elf grovelled at his feet begging for his life. With only a narrowing of his eyes Tarbin bent down slightly as his right hand shot out. A large calloused hand used to working the fields then clamped shut around the elf’s neck. With an intense frown the former farmer hauled the elf up onto his feet and then off of them as he let the boyish elf dangle by his neck with his feet in the air.

”You do not know me, but I know your kind…” Tarbin declared seriously as the elf struggled in his grip. ”All I want out of you is your secrets, and you will tell me all you know or you will wish you had shared the same fate as your lackey…” Tarbin threatened as he threw a sideways glance at the skeletal remains of the Goblin and tightened his grip upon the elf’s neck.

Tarbin was then briefly forced to look back as another shot was fired. ”Ariadne get back!” Tarbin warned after they got a little too close to the street with the sniper. ”We’ll sort this whole mess out but it will be all for nothing if you get yourself shot…” Tarbin continued though his look did soften somewhat when he looked at the foolhardy girl.

An amused chuckle then escaped the large man’s throat at Sliggitz’ comment. ”Guards? ’Big Fox’ would have paid them off not to interfere…” Tarbin added with some obvious disdain.




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Liana closed on Big Fox with chilling intent. Her crossbow bolt flicked with fire as she maintained the Stance of Piercing Rays. She stood in the dim light, where the flickering would make her dimdweller trait +2 intimidatemore menacing.

"You'll die right now, Big Fox," she sneered in contempt.

"Unless you tell me immediately what I know-- you'll be eating flaming death just like your peons. Look at the cobblestones. Yes, that grime. That dirt. That's going to be exactly where your corpse falls unless you satisfy me."

"Where is Big Dog? Human, about thirty, wears the same fang tipped in blood as you do. Black mustache. Often carries a spiked shield. So where is he? What names does he go by? Spill your guts on what you know about him, and make it good."

She gave every sign of being willing to immediately kill him if he didn't answer.

 


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The half-orc turned to Tarbin and shrugged. ”Yeah, Big Fox might have paid off the guards, but all the same, we might as well flush this garbage down into the sewers with the rest of the s**t.” Liana was laying into the sniveling little elf with the rawness of a leather whip against flesh, and Vyeggar – so very recently beginning to earn his way into her good graces – did not want to step on her toes. She’d very politely asked him to keep the foul elf alive so he could be questioned, and Vyeggar – ever compliant and obedient – would do everything in his power to acquiesce to her request. But there was a lot to do now – so many bodies to clean up.

”On an unrelated note, elf, you need to signal your sniper buddy to throw down his weapon and surrender, because otherwise I’m going to grab you by the neck and use you as a shield while I start dragging your dead soldiers out of his range so I can dismember them and shove them down into the sewers. And I don’t know how much you trust your friend’s aim, but I’m willing to bet he’s not good enough to avoid hitting you.” A pause, then, ”Actually, what am I thinking about? Chopping and stuffing? That’s too much work. No, I’ll just drag the bodies into your hideout and burn it to the ground. I mean, you’ll be there too, obviously – can’t have any loose ends. What do you think, elf? Will you tell your little soldier to surrender, and we let you live to answer my friend's questions, or do you chance it and end up burned alive? Right, sorry, forgot that part, you will definitely be alive when the house burns down.” He stared at the elf, holding the bloodstained chunk of glass still in his fist.

”Tell. Him. To. Surrender. NOW.” he ordered furiously, his golden eyes staring crazed daggers at the pathetic elf.

 

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Damien caught the pistol as Tarbin tossed it his way, examining the piece for a moment with mild interest before slipping it into the inner pocket of his coat.

"Solid punch Tarbin." Damien gave the man a pat on the shoulder, staring daggers down at Big Fox as he groveled like a coward. The blow had been satisfying to watch, and it would have to do for now; much as Damien wanted to repay the elf for shooting him in the gut, he needed the bastard alive and cooperative enough to call off his sniper and answer some questions.

As the others began to lay into Big Fox, Damien turned to the disgruntled couple.

"Ariadne. Not the night you were expecting I’m sure, but we’re on a tight schedule now so I’m going to need you to listen carefully. We’re here to keep you safe, which for the moment means returning this area to something resembling normal as soon as possible. I know it’s not ideal, but we need your apartment." While his tone wasn’t unkind, it was very clearly not a request. Giving Sliggitz a brief, toxic glare, he turned back toward the others. "Paid off guards or not, we’re too exposed out here. Once Little Fox calls off his gunman, we need to get off the street and into Ariadne’s place. Plenty of time to ask him everything you could possibly want to know then, okay Liana?"

Damien looked to the halfling with a slight softness, understanding her sense of urgency.

"The bodies need to go… Vyeggar, sounds like you’ve got that handled? If you’ve got the stomach for it Tarbin, maybe lend him a hand- actually, no nevermind. I’ll do it… somebody’s got to see to the wizard after all."

Inelegant as it may have been, body disposal was admittedly more in Damien’s wheelhouse than first aid.

"… oh, and Sliggitz. You can help us carry your pals too. Unless you’d rather join them. I didn’t forget about that dagger earlier."
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Big FoxBig Fox looked up at Tarbin, as the much larger man reached down to him. His cheeks went red for about half a second, as he wondered if he'd have to keep his panicked promises. Then, swiftly, the cheeks went purple as Tarbin's whole hand wrapped around the entirety of the elf's neck easily and plucked him off of the ground. His eyes flickered about, looking for any sort of saviour. What he found instead was an enraged halfling on the opposite end of a crossbow barking questions at him, and a half-orc glaring holes into him as drops of blood ran down the glass he held. It was an overwhelmingly terrifying sight.

Anyone would respond the way he did.

"... I'll... call... off... then... talk..."

He then began to pat weakly at Tarbin's fingers. Tarbin didn't initially let go, but with the blood pouring from Big Fox's mouth and the tears running from his eyes, eventually it was too slippery to actually hold on. Big Fox dropped, and then scrambled to his feet and sprinted out to the street. There were several hasty hand-signs, as universal a sign for "Stop shooting or I die and you don't get paid" as was possible. Then back to all of you he turned, and immediately he was crying again.

"I've done iiiiiiiiii-i-i-i-it..."

"Ummm... boss..." Sliggitz sheepishly called out. "... are we still getting paid-"

"Doesh it look like you're getting fugging paid?!" Big Fox shouted, finally managing another emotion beyond abject, pathetic defeat. The adrenaline quickly left him again, and he walked over, his head dipping down like a boy being called to teacher. "I'll talk. I'll talk."

Ariadne didn't pay attention much. Her eyes were still on the wizard. When Damien spoke to her, she almost leapt fifty feet into the air out of shock. But she calmed down. "Y-yeah... yeah, fine, you can use my apartment."

"Our apartment?" Sliggitz asked. The fact that this was a question and not a correction at least proved that he knew he had messed up terribly. As did his panicked expression. He then weakly looked to Damien. "J-just don't cut the bodies up more than you have to, please? They were idiots, but they were my friends." He then distracted himself, picking up a bit of the first sniper that Liana had shot. The remains were like a thick jam. He immediately dropped it, going white with disgust.

Ariadne collected herself, scampering away to the main apartment building. "I just live on the bottom floor here. I'll get some hot water and rags for anyone who's hurt..." She made a point to glare at Big Fox, just so he knew that he was being excluded from that, before she scurried into the building.

He took a moment to wipe his face with his arm, trying to be able to speak clearly. "Y-yeah, I know Big Dog. It's only him and the woman I met, though I know there's others. Mostly I talked to Big Coyote. It started f-five months ago, maybe? Me and some friends from the Citadel, we were... well... I dunno, it's just so boring there. We wanted some excitement. And out in the city there's fighting and sex and drugs and... like, in the Citadel you're told you're powerful, but here you feel it, y'know?" He looked about the group confronting him. "No, you probably don't know what that's like."

"A-a-anyway, we're all playing games, occasionally we do a robbery or run drugs, we do some work for some other guys, but it's really dull. Th-then, yeah, I meet these p-people wearing necklaces with this." He gestured to the tattoo on his cheek, the cracked fang tipped with blood. "A guy with a black moustache, and a woman with part of her ear missing. Big Dog and Big Coyote. Th-they ask us to break into this house and rob some stuff, and we do it, and immediately they spend all the money at Madame Tabor's! And they take us there with them!" As he described it, his eyes started to sparkle a little. The memories. The nostalgia. "It's the only brothel I've ever been in. My friends get a girl each, but Big Dog's appetite is as big as his coin-purse. I think he used every woman in the building. And I thought, 'hey, I should too' so I hire some guys for myself, and Big Coyote's just... there... she doesn't join in. She just talks to me and drinks a little, as if nothing's happening."

"And both him and her tell me the same thing. That I have potential. That my friends are morons, but I had the resources and wits to actually run this city one day."

There was a swallowing on the lump that formed in his throat, and another sniffle. "So I get this crew together, I make them work for me, and I help out the Bigs when and how I can. That's the name of the gang they were in, the Bigs. They're from out of town, in the desert, but apparently they've got big plans to expand inwards. I mostly only see Big Coyote now, Big Dog only visits when..." Big Fox's cheeks went as red as his namesake. "... he, errr, can't be bothered to pay a woman..." He looked away, very unsure of how much he should elaborate on that front. "If he ever talks, it's just to repeat something that vulgar bint Big Coyote's already told me a dozen times. About how I should be doing way more, and I'll never get any of them to call me Big Fox if I don't step up my game, and how Big Wolf wants more of my dad's guns..."

Suddenly, Big Fox went from beet-red to as white as a ghost. His eyes begin darting around even more, as if he's summoned some terrible curse upon himself. "I... errr... sorry, I misspoke. There's no Big Wolf, I meant something else. And I don't have a dad and I don't know about any guns..." His lips thinned, actively stopping himself from saying anything else.

"It's Big Dog you wanted to know about, right? L-last thing he does is invite me to Madame Tabor's again. Doesn't pay for me this time, just brings me along and... errr, besides the usual... he talks about one of my friends. They never spoke to him like I did. My friend's father, he collects all sorts of fancy diamonds to impress his stupid friends at his stupid dinner parties, and so Big Dog recommends that I nab it. B-b-b-but then I hear about the magic black market. And I thought, like, if I got the Prism Gem, and also a whole load of money, th-then maybe I'd really be one of the Bigs. For real. A-a-a-and then Big Dog would respect me and Big Coyote would have to shut her big mouth around me, and I wouldn't be a boy anymore."

There's a long, heavy pause.

"Please tell me that's enough!" he suddenly howled, diving for Liana's feet. He wrapped his arms around them as if he could stop her crossbow's trigger by gripping her ankles. "Please! They don't tell me anything else! They come to me! I never go to them! Just don't kill me! Please please please please! I'll go back home, and I'll never ever ever ever ever ever leave the Citadel again, and we'll pretend this never happened, and you can go find Big Dog and do whatever it is and I won't tell him you're coming if I see him!" More tears. More wailing. More begging from the wannabe gangster. "I just wanna go hooooooome!"


 
Out of CharacterI've not done anything with Grim, I have a busy weekend so I wanted to get a post out before I get swamped down. Big Fox will follow Tarbin and Liana to talk to them, whether that's in Ariadne's home or outside in the street. I put it in the outside fieldset more as a placeholder than anything.

Liana, because of your Blue Book that you start the game with, you know the location of Madame Tabor's, and that it is a very expensive brothel pretending to be a very expensive massage parlour. It's mostly elves who work there and elves who frequent it, though not exclusively.

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Liana burned with fury as "Big Fox" talks. But it was valuable information, and she calmed the longer he spoke. This foolish pawn is surely one of the least of the "Bigs." It won't do to underestimate them.

With a clearer head now, she one by one added each of her allies back to her collective, each becoming potentially a little stronger, a little more versatile, with the psionic bond. It was a tactical error to operate separately -- at least from the perspective of her utilizing her talents.

She paused, and looked at Vyeggar, for about half a second, then quickly looked away.

She looked at the poor begging elf and sighed. "You poor thing. Of course it was fun to get into those games you describe. And visiting Madame Tabors -- what a fine thing. They are so talented, aren't they? You could go back to a good life, couldn't you?"

"I'm sure we don't have to tell anyone that Big Wolf is in town. That Big Wolf leads your group. That Big Wolf uses you get guns from your father. Folks in taverns don't need to hear about you and Big Wolf stealing magic gems -- that happen to be artifacts associated with evil powers detested by three faiths alike. Big Wolf doesn't have to hear how you tried to use his name to get out of trouble when you planned a mission, and you failed. Right? That doesn't have to be echoing in every tavern and brothel from the Citadel to the slums, does it?"

"But to prevent those things, you're going to have to be a price. That means, you tell us what we need to know. "

"You said Big Dog only visits when he can't be bothered to pay a woman," she shrugged. "So, what cares about prostitutes?" She scoffed; she was a warrior-halfling. Such folk were beneath her notice. (Or so she acted.) "So what happens when doesn't pay? Where does he come to meet you? What does he ask you to do? Like, for example, what happened the last time. And, how often does this happen? Are you expecting to meet him any particular time or place soon?"

She stayed alert as to how he was speaking, not just what he was saying. Was he hiding anything or shading the truth in his responses?




When her questioning of the scum elf was complete, she paused to contemplate whether, from the perspective of the Family, this vermin was better off dead or alive.

Almost unwillingly, her eyes came back to the brutal, crude, self-pitying half orc. Vyeggar had stood over her when she was shot by a thunder-rod. That did not leave her mind. He had shoved the goblin back, when it could have stabbed her while she lay helpless. He seemed, well if not exactly contrite at his failings, at least halfway there. And she needed deadly allies in this struggle -- he had the muscles and wit for that. Her focus was strong enough to admit five people. And it's not like there was any other ally available. Oh, if one of her companions was a wizard and had, say, a toad familiar: she could admit that into her bond. Hmm ... a toad would be less repulsive than the half orc. But, frankly, not as useful.

Vyeggar felt a touch like a gentle rap on a door in his mind. If he opened up to it: he could be inspired by her to be ... a bit more focused at skills, and a bit more cunning and swift in battle.

She raised an eyebrow, nodding. Plainly, it was only if he wanted it, and stayed on her good side.

 


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Grim would have loved to have used Liana's gift to run to saftey, his body still shivered with spikes of fear from what Nalia had done but even with the energy coursing through him from the Halflings miraculous mental link he didn't think he could make it to safety before the sniper took another shot, he might be one of the smaller targets and in motion but he knew just how accurate Dragonfire Rifles could be even in untrained hands, so he did what he did best, he called on his bloodline and vanished before making his move to safety.

And it was a good thing that he did as a very unfortunate, and almost unbelievable chain of events happened and the Prismatic crystal was actually shot from the Goblins hands by the exceptional marksmanship, markswomanship? of Liana. a one in a million shot which ended up forcing the magical stone into the throat of the very same goblin who had used it just moments before. Grim wasn't entirely familiar with the history and workings of a Void Prism but he knew enough about Arcane Artefacts to know you shouldn't be swallowing them and he beat a hasty retreat away from the display he suspected was coming.

His foresight proved to be spot on and he managed to get out of the way before the cascading energy trapped within the fragile flesh of the Idiotic goblin forced its way out in a most gruesomely spectacular fashion. After this pivotal event, the skirmish seemed to end very abruptly after a futile attempt from the Elf to claim the crystal from the partial remains of the goblins skull but as slow as Grim was compared to the Elf, he was a lot closer and invisible so nothing stopped him from snatching the stone up first and keeping it out of the grip of the Elf as he frantically snatched at it confused why it was now dancing in the air out of his grasp.

As the others started to seize control of the situation Grim tossed the stone aside out of reach and retreated the other way to safety, resting against the wall and catching his breath as everyone started to gather unconscious and weeping enemies and body parts and making their way to Ariadne's apartment to regroup and plan what to do next. Interrogating the sleeping Wizard seemed to be the next step for Damien, while Liana did the same to the crying snivelling Big Fox.

As much as he didn't want anything to do with the Void Prism, it would be foolish to leave the item laying the gutter where it had ended up when Grim had tossed it aside. Still under the cover of his invisible veil, Grim retrieved the crystal from the ground, the prismatic stone glinting in the light as it appeared to hover in the air for a moment before disappearing as Grim slipped it into one of the pockets in his satchel, hiding it behind his magic veil as well before rejoining the others and reappearing.

Without a word, Grim set to work aiding in masking the scene before any guards arrived, he had heard what was said and had to agree that it was likely the town guard had been paid off to stay away, they knew first hand just how corrupt they were, but it still made sense to minimise the evidence laying around, if only for the benefit of the families who still lived in the area, Grim didn't like the idea of the children here having to wade through body parts and blood to play in the grove.

As the larger, more solid parts of the goblins were collected and moved by the more physical of their group, Grim called on his magics to help, whispered words and waving hands drawing the barely flowing water running through the gutters up over the cobbled streets, sweeping and washing away the blood, pulling it back into the guttering and down into the sewers




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Tarbin was not a particularly skilled interrogator but even he could see that the so called Big Fox had been particularly easy to break. Releasing his grasp the large man let the pathetic elf drop to ground where he began to spill his guts. Crossing his arms infront of his chest an intense frown formed on the usually friendly man’s face. Tarbin then silently listened to all the elf had to say. ’The Bigs!’ Tarbin silently scoffed. ’What a terrible name but it makes sense with their arrogance…’ Tarbin thought as his jaw tightly clenched shut. He hadn’t learnt about the whole gang but he had heard enough about a couple of members to start chasing them down.

’Now what to do with the elf?’ Tarbin thought as he stared straight at the snivelling elf. The boy was apparently new to the gang and seemingly playing at being a gangster so Tarbin could not particularly blame him for his brother but he was not without sin.

”What’s your name boy… your real name!” Tarbin barked as he glared at the wannabe gangster. ”Your a fool, a coward and a fool!” Tarbin continued as he loomed over the elf. ”You’ve been used just as you’ve used these goblins…” Tarbin all but growled. ”But your stupidity has ended lives and ruined others…” the large man declared as he looked around. ”These lives are on your head and their blood on your hands..” Tarbin continued. ”You must pay your debt to all you have wronged…” Tarbin demanded as he uncrossed his arms and swung his arm round pointing at everyone including the goblins both dead and alive and Ariadne.

”Big Fox is dead! If I hear you even pick a single pocket again I will snap your neck myself!” Tarbin then promised.




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Against the angelic backdrop of weeping coming from the sniveling little elf, the only other sounds to fill the air of the now docile city streets are those of cracking bone and heavy, meaty thuds.

"I'm sure you can see the problem, Big Fox, it's pretty apparent. Big Fox - may I call you Mister Fox? The problem, Mister A**hole, are the parts of the body that serve as cavities, you know? Chest, belly,..." There is a sickening and particularly loud crunch of bone. "And then, of course, the skull. Takes a couple good stomps to cave in the skull, BUT! where there's a will, there's a way. Take your buddy here, the easiest thing to do here is stomp down on the side like I've done here. Skulls have a seam right down the middle that forms up hard once you get out of adolescence, but with a good stomp or two from a leather boot, they flatten out alright, well enough to fit through your standard city sewer grate." Like a grotesque mockery of a child with a deflated ball, Vyeggar's gore-splattered leather boot kicks the collapsed and severed head down into the wet, lonely darkness of the sewer - although, with the number of corpses Vyeggar was disposing of, it would not be lonely for long.

The half orc's green hand clutched one of the fallen goblin's rusty blades. With the other hand he was holding up the dead goblin's limbs and severing them one at a time. "Now long bones, those are easy enough, long as your blade is sharp enough, and as you can see, that's the problem that I've run into here. Your men should have known to keep their weapons sharper, and that comes down to bad leadership - that's on you, Mister A**hole. Ah I'm just pulling your leg - actually, no I'm not, I'm pulling this guy's leg!" Vyeggar laughed heartily at his quip before swinging the rusty blade again and finally succeeding in severing the femur. "There, you see? Progress! It all comes down to motivation. With the proper motivation, you can do anything in life. That's what the Sophists taught me - that, and how to bleed within an inch of my life in a near-constant cycle for what felt almost like my entire adult life. Did it make me unhinged? I guess you could say that, if you wanted to be a prick about it. It's important to love yourself, no matter what your flaws are."

With the final limb taking a splashing trip down into the sewer darkness, Vyeggar sighed and stared down at what remained. "And then, last but not least, the ribcage. I wish I could say there was some glamorous trick to it, but when it comes to caving in the ribs there's only one thing to say: 'might as well jump! JUMP!'" he sang out as all 220 pounds of half-orc muscle came crashing down like a boulder square onto the corpse's sternum. The ribs buckled and cracked like someone falling through ice on a pond as the curved bones gave way under Vyeggar's boots. He grinned at the pale, vomit-splattered face of Big Fox. "See? Nothing to it. As with anything in life, you find out what works best for you and then come up with systems to streamline the process and improve. Hey Grim, time me! I bet I get through this next guy fifteen - no, twenty seconds quicker. Say, Mister A**hole, you don't look so swell. I'm surprised, a big, tough gangster like you, I thought you'd have more stomach for what comes with being a real sadist - I mean tough guy." It was giving Vyeggar immense pleasure to watch the elf continue to retch and cry as Vyeggar dismembered his dead friends. Finally, he came to the last body, that of the dead wizard. He clucked his tongue. "A damn shame. Well. She f***ed around and most definitely found out, as the kids say these days. Grim, you get everything magic-y you want off this dead broad - Grim? he's still invisible? maybe?Where did that little knucklehead get off to? Ah, there you are. I'm almost done here, then we can, what, get the damsel in distress back home? Is that all we need to do now? I can't imagine this was what Sandy had in mind, but Ariadne's certainly home 'safe,' physically, at least. Can't do jack about her newfound mental and emotional trauma, but that's really more of a 'her' problem."

Vyeggar yawned suddenly and turned back to Big Fox. "That's the other good thing about corpse smashin' - it's pretty much a full body workout. I'm gonna sleep like a stone when I get home. Hey, Liana, you think Tilly's got a sex dungeon under the casino? I bet she'd make a good chunk of kink coin with this little elven ladyboy. Might even take a cut off what we owe her for a pretty little thing like him." And for the second time that evening he blew Big Fox a kiss.

It was at about that moment that he felt a strange... sorry, did not mean to forget being offered inclusion inro the collective. Very cool!tickle? inside his mind. He had been tortured by psionics in the past, but this was... friendly? He looked about curiously for who - or what was doing this. They seemed to be offering him a choice. His golden eyes found the dark brown orbs of Liana looking at him, and he seemed to know it was her doing. He returned her gaze in confusion. Whatever she was asking - or offering - seemed to take the form of a door in his mind.

Thought you hated me? Not sure why you'd change now, knowing I haven't hardly changed much myself. A pause, and then, ehh, what the hell, let's see where this goes - and he opens the door and steps through.

 

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Removing his jacket, Damien initially spent the next few minutes collecting the smaller pieces of bone, limb, and viscera in it like a sack, grimacing at the mess he was making and silently reminding himself to ask Grim for help cleaning the garment later. After a few trips to the sewer grate, the vishkanya took a moment to watch Vyeggar at work, almost amused by the savage efficiency with which the half-orc disposed of bodies whilst simultaneously striking fear and disgust into the heart of their enemy. No doubt, Sliggitz probably found this a bit too much to bear, and while Damien had little sympathy for the goblin, he also blamed him less for the evening's events than he did the goblin's witless, overly confident poser of a boss. Moving away from the sewer grate, he approached Sliggitz.

"What became of your friends happened because they threw in their lot with a weak fool... the same one you did. But you're alive, and they aren't... and you have Ariadne to thank for that. If I were you, I'd think very hard about if you deserve it when it's your fault she got caught up in all this. Maybe wise up, before you're the next one going into a sewer." Spitting on the ground, Damien left it at that as he made his way over to the largely forgotten wizard. She looked stable enough for the moment, but certainly not in anything resembling good health. Damien would have loved to be able to say he had any idea who she was, but at the moment, there wasn't enough information to go on, and it was probably a better move to try and keep her alive than leave her fate to chance and bring some unseen major player out of the woodwork looking to enact vengeance.

Throwing his soiled jacket over his shoulder, the vishkanya crouched down and took the wizard by her good arm, grunting as he pulled her into a fireman carry and made for the apartment.

Once inside, Damien found himself too disgusted with Big Fox to listen to any of the elf's blubbery apologies. He stuck around long enough to get the relevant information before leaving Liana and the others to do the interrogating. People like the elf... children, playing at being gangsters. Highborn imbeciles so bored of their cozy lives that they think it might be fun to make a name for themselves as big shots of the underworld. Of all the scum in the world, Damien was certain he hated their kind the most, using their privileged lives to turn the harsh realities he and his companions walked in every day into their fantasy. Saying nothing else to the elf (save for an audible hiss), Damien followed Ariadne to the kitchen area, settling the unconscious wizard into an empty chair as he began giving her wound a once-over. It looked somewhat healed, but anything further was far beyond the bounds of his expertise, and at this point it seemed better to simply try and get her conscious again.

Dabbing at the woman's head with a hot, damp rag, Damien listened to Ariadne share her situation, saying nothing as the girl poured her heart out. It was, tragically, not dissimilar from plenty of other stories he'd heard... another poor soul with something left to lose, doing their best to keep someone they love from living the shattered life they themselves had no choice but to live. At Ariadne's bitter question, Damien finally spoke up.

"It's never enough. When you're trying to drag yourself out of a pit, all you can think about is moving forward and protecting what's important. Maybe it's family. Maybe it's your sense of self. Maybe it's a dream to make it big somewhere. but for some, the climb is so steep, so difficult... that you lose sight of the end, and it never stops. Even when you have everything you need. Even when you've dug yourself out of the pit, and now you're rising far above it, giving yourself more to lose... and more to protect. Someone like Tilly would protect what she sees as hers... no matter the cost."

Damien took a momentary break from attending to the wizard, rubbing his tired eyes with one hand before looking over at the girl.

"... I can't promise it'll get you free of the casino, but if we can save the wizard and complete the handoff, this deal might still be on the table. Our little secret; nobody outside this apartment needs to know about it."
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Big FoxBefore Damien disappeared into the apartment building, he had choice words for Sliggitz, each one landing another weight on the stupid goblin's shoulders. He was all too aware of what he had risked and almost lost tonight. As well as what he probably lost anyway. There was only a small retort, an ashamed murmur of "Never pretended I deserve her." Then he got on with forlornly helping Vyeggar cleaning up the bodies of his friends, as if he could somehow weaponise his sheer patheticness into some sort of benefit in all of this.

Big Fox just watched Vyeggar at first. Barely listening. Just watching. Every snap of bone made him pale evermore. Every splatter of blood drained his away from his cheeks. Every torn muscle made his lips jabber. Grim's magic made the blood act on its own, flowing obediently into the sewers like rats following a piper, and all it did was worry Big Fox further than further.

Then the previously terrifying Liana changed tactics. Sweet. Motherly. Professional. Ready to kill him at a moment's notice. At last, someone sane to talk to. While the idea of his connection to Big Wolf, and that he let slip those words at all, terrified him, at least Liana could be spoken to. Bargained with. Until she asked "Where does he come to meet you? What does he ask you to do? Like, for example, what happened the last time. And, how often does this happen? Are you expecting to meet him any particular time or place soon?"

He went very blank, and his eyes turned into little worried pin-pricks. The colour returned to his cheeks, blooming rosebushes of embarrassment. "Are you sure... how much detail..."

SNAP! A goblin's sternum exploding under Vyeggar's elbow. PLKK! CRICK! SQUEETCH!

"Aaaaaah, he meets me at my father's estate! In the Citadel! Then I suck him off! Sometimes there and then, if my dad's home he'll just get me into a quiet alley, if he's on the way somewhere he'll hire a carriage and have me on the way! I-I-I-I-I just wanted to impress him, he's the only one I've ever ****ed, honest!" His hands curled into little fists at the hem of his tunic, terror all over his face. "M-maybe this happens once a month? Just whenever he wants! Sometimes he'll be there twice a week, one month he never showed up! But you can't stake out my place, or my father would..."

His eyes lit up.

"Big Coyote! She's regularly comes to pester me!" he explained hastily. "I see her stroke of twelve, on the dot, every five days! I saw her yesterday, so she'll be at my place on Day 108 of the Harvest, I wager!"

His eyes then travelled. He saw Tarbin glaring at him. Hating him. He winced, and slowly raised his hands to protect his tear-stained face. "Pl-please don't h-hit me," he whimpered between blubbers. Then the shouting came. He barely could even summon a reply, just curling into a ball and gibbering out some half-stammered, half-blurted cries of "Damidex Longinus, don't hit me, I'm a foolish cowardly fool, don't hit me, I'll pay everything my daddy will give me, don't hit me, I'll never pick a pocket again, oh gods oh gods oh gods don't kill me! Don't! Kill! Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"


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Ariadne tensed up at Damien's words. She seemed to take the time to really ponder them carefully. Whether it was because she was trying to judge his intent, or just overwhelmed by the night's events and needed some sensible words to hold onto. Finally, she committed to an answer.

"Funnily enough, Sandraminae said something similar to me, once. After the Maztablaztas saved me from a pretty violent client, this elf," Her arms tightened around her belly. "I was a mess, and she held me for hours, and she cried when I cried. And exactly how you'd imagine she would, too. Dead silent, holding me, and her tears were so warm. Then she got this... look... and told me that everyone in this city is after something. The whole city's starved, and fighting for scraps. The only two people she knew who didn't want anything were her and Tilly. Just the two heads. Then she told me to take the night off. Use her room, drink her wine, and sleep it off." Her lips flattened. "She let the elf live. No hands, no tongue, no dick, no ears, but alive. As a warning to the other clients. They need reminding occasionally, but with warnings like that, it's not often."

Her eyes welled a little at the corners. "But then Tilly walked into the room. She had something wicked in her eye, too. And I found out what Sandraminae really meant." Her fists tightened on the bed, as if she was holding onto her dear sister's arm. "My sister was doing really well in some classes. Badly in others. Badly enough to threaten her tuition. And somehow, Tilly knew everything. Her teachers. Her classmates. And she offered to make all of the problems go away... as long as I got back to work like a good bitch." The last words were spat out.

"That's why I had to risk selling the Prism Gem. That pit you talk about? That's where Sandraminae and Tilly live. Sandraminae wants everyone in the pit with her, where she thinks she can protect them. Tilly just wants to make the world one, big pit." Ariadne finally looked at Damien, with a firm, determined glare. "You don't want anything either, do you? This pit is your home too. Well, once you get that Chest, get out. Otherwise, you'll end up just like the pair of them. Maybe worse."

That's when, suddenly, the wizard began to give a start. Wheezing and jolting in half-awake pain, almost headbutting Damien on the way up as she did. "Wh-who cast that..." Drowsiness took over her once again and her head fell, though now she was at least regaining consciousness, if not entirely there.

Ariadne's demeanour changed entirely. Apparently all of the pessimism went at the slim chance of escaping the Casino. Her hands suddenly clutched at Damien. "Please tell me she's ok!" she hissed. "She's a Sell-Spell! If the University finds out one of their own died in my apartment, then my sister's future ends when she's sixteen!" Then her eyes widened. "Wait! The Prism Gem! Where... where the hell is it?!"

But, with a splutter, the wizard woke up, though groaning and protesting "What the hell is going on here?"
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Liana kept her back turned to the grisly and horrible work of disposing of the bodies. Her injuries still pained her, and the metaphor of life in Julianople being a "pit" seemed all too true to her, and depressing. So she focused her energies trying to address one practical problem at a time.

Liana gave further meditation toward the Prism Gem gem. She had an Lentil posted a suggestion for a follow-on check to know moreinkling during the battle that there might be more to it that first came to mind. So she focused her mind and thought carefully through all the religious lore that might apply.

Hmm ... it was only the most common lore was coming to her mind about the Prism Gem. It as bad, evil, very wrong. But, frustratingly, its deeper secrets were not a part of her studies.

"The Void Prism is evil," she said. "It should be destroyed, and in the future Ariadne should be more choosy about what mystical artifacts she picks up."


She also pulled out her Blue Book and studied it, seeking clues as to information about Damidex Longinus and his potential affiliates, and where his father's estate might be. She was no great scholar of the city, but some common facts were often in her grasp, now that she had lived here some time.

Unfortunately, the Blue Book wasn't much help, either. It was mostly an explanation of the seedy underbelly of Julianople, most of which did not extend to the Citadel. She did, however, learn a little more about the Citadel specifically, and she shared that with her companions.

"Maybe some of you know more? The apartment buildings are in the east and the actual estates, such as the Longinus Estate, are closer to the Palace. They are generally guarded. Hmm, hired escorts are best off going around the back to avoid embarrassing their clients.". She frowns, not having any better information than those rudiments.

 


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Grim had been invisibly watching Vyeggar for the moment before reappearing as the large man called his name and he set to work helping to clean up the scene, His magics were not as impressive as others he could mention and hoped he wouldn't see for quite some time but they were perfectly suited for this task, being much more practical in nature. Even as the blood and viscera responded to his commands, Grim had a smile on his face as he talked with Vyeggar as if this was a daily task they were performing, how much was an act to intimidate the young Elf and Sliggitz and how much was to keep himself from thinking on the gruesome task they were performing was Definitely the latteranyone's guess.

"I must say Mr Vugmuk, your technique is not the most elegant of solutions by any means but it is certainly effective, and i will admit that your Anatomical Acumen is very impressive. As i suspected there is a lot more to you than you make us believe"

At Vyeggar's suggestion of checking the wizard for "magic-y" items, Grim turns to the woman to do just that, only to see her being carried in to the apartment building by Damien, apparently much more alive than she deserved to be at that moment

"Well that is disappointing, i would certainly have liked to acquire that channelling stone she had been using to speak with Nal..with that Gnome"

Luckily for Grim, Liana chose that moment to ask the remainder of the group if they knew anything more about the Longinus family and their estate. He had heard the name before, Damidex didn't mean anything to him but he was sure he has seen the Longinus name on his families manifests before and after a moments thought, he began to understand why. He had always made a habit of listening to the whispers of the cities whenever he made land and had done so almost every night since arriving in Julianople. He may not have been there as long as some of the others and he was by no means a native but he was able to rapidly gather useful information using his skills.

"I have heard the name, I believe my family may have even done business with them before transporting their wares. There is a lot of Wealth in that family and a great many connections. There are not a family to cross lightly, they deal in weaponry like many others but their interests lay in the more unusual and rare kind, such as the Dragonfire Pistol our young sycophant here carried, as well as more custom modified kinds use by the more exotic races"

"Hmmm now that i think on it, they would most definitely be the family someone would go to for an unusual crossbow such as the one you currently have in your possession Lady Liana"

With a few more whispered words of magic, Grim walked slowly up to the snivelling Damidex, the gnome was of course not a tall or physically intimidating person but with the elf currently cowering on the ground for once Grim almost had the height advantage, and with his magic backing him up he certainly had the presence of someone much larger, someone who seemed to have a pool of blood following him and pooling around his feet, tiny ripples and waves weaving back and forth almost like it was an eager puppy wanting to play.

"What do you know of a Kobold called Kasturr Mr Longinus, and his involvement in the events of the Dead Mermaid Casino?"


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”Thanks, pal, I aim to please, though it’s just as much art as it is science.” He gave the friendly Grim a smile that looked like a broken fence.

With the last of the bodies cleared up, Vyeggar was now at something of a loss. The girl they had been tasked with protecting was now safely ensconced in her apartment with the scaly vishkanya, along with her idiot kobold boyfriend. The gang had been effectively destroyed and Big Fox had essentially been emasculated in front of his remaining troops. As the last of the blood disappeared down into the sewer, Vyeggar rubbed his crimson-smeared hands. Was that a trace of a shake? He couldn’t be sure. The danger they had faced with the sniper was entirely foreign; death could have come for any of them with hardly a moment’s notice. Liana herself had nearly died. Vyeggar found himself strangely relieved that was not the case, and the idea that he might be developing some semblance of affection for these strange castaways was curious. It had been a while since he’d had his brothers to care for, and that loss had left a dark void in him he hadn’t even realized was there. Only now, with the light of companionship growing brighter in his life did he recognize how much pain he had really been in. They weren’t friends, not yet, but in the grand scheme of things they were as close to family as he’d had in a good long time.

”Yeah, I heard about them elves. Weapon dealers. Well, everyone’s gotta make money the best they can.” He shrugged. There was no one to kill, and no one to protect. The elf was practically pissing himself and would tell them his deepest secrets at this point, of that the half-orc had no doubt. The kobold was an idiot, Vyeggar doubted he knew a thing. If either of them knew where Kasturr was holed up, Vyeggar was sure that his companions would weasel that knowledge out of them. They didn’t need his blunt force trauma approach right now.

”Yeah, I’m gonna go grab that long gun and make sure the little turd who shot Liana is ready to comply – either that, or he’ll be joining his friends down in the sewer. We, uh, should probably think about headin’ back to the casino once we’ve got what we need. And, uh, it might be a good idea to bring our Little Fox back to Tilly. I’m sure she’ll find a way to put his holes to good use down in her dungeon. Otherwise, he’ll just end up reporting back to the other Bigs. Or we could always –“ and here he made the universal slashing motion across his throat. ”Food for thought. Alright, I’m off.” And with that, the half-orc began to stroll down the street to gather up the fallen sniper rifle, as well as the one who had put it to such deadly use.

 

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Tarbin looked down at the snivelling elf and shook his head. In a way he pitied the pathetic excuse of a wannabe gangster but still his actions could not be forgotten. ”Give me no reason to boy and I won’t lay a hand on you again…” Tarbin replied as his voice returned to much more normal levels. ”Now stop that noise and wipe your face” Tarbin instructed. While the large man’s tone was still firm it was not as harsh as before. ”From where I am standing you are rather fortunate, I have endured far worse bearings than that…” Tarbin added and in truth he had.

”Now Damidex Longinus, I want to believe you are nothing but another victim of the Bigs. But you had better convince us of that.” Tarbin declared as he just sort of loomed over the elf. ”Keep in mind we now know who you are, where you live and who your father is.” the large man added.

Stepping back slightly Tarbin then glanced over at Liana. ”You have my agreement. The prism should be destroyed if it can be done so safely…” Tarbin agreed with a slight frown.





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