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Sunberth--Spring 55, 513 AV
The mansion was burning.
It had been burning steadily now for over thirty days. It was with mixed emotions that the populace of Sunberth watched the building stand aflame, strangely cut off from the rest of the civilization that surrounded it. It was like the flames were satisfied just devouring the former Rotting Mansion, careful not to touch the surrounding structures. It hadn't been that long ago that the lynch mobs of the recent uprising had herded a small collection of assorted Daggerhands and street criminals into their final prison before the building was set aflame one final time. Their screams still seemed to echo in the area, haunting the ever-present crowds who'd come to watch the scene of Robern's final demise.
He was seething.
Not only was this a major setback on his part, it was also plain insulting. He hadn't expected it. As much as his paranoia had saved his life in the past, somehow the arsonists had slipped under his radar and smoked him and his daughter out of the safety of their home. Had he known of this movement beforehand, he would've taken himself and Libby to the Keep and saved them the trouble of hiding out in the tunnels like the rats in his company. Sunberth was his. She was rebelling against him now, but he would take back control once the excitement had passed above ground. For now, he needed to be patient.
Robern Dalagnar, also called "Rotter", was everything but a patient man. The limits of his small patience were tested down in this dirty hole. He passed glances about himself to lock his eyes in every single one of his loyal, remaining henchmen. There weren't more than seven left of them; the rest had been slain or captured in their flight from the mansion and a few stayed behind to divert attention elsewhere while Robern was given a relatively safe escape route through the tunnels. He lost Libby along the way, and it certainly didn't help his patience to know his daughter was out of his reach. He wasn't particularly worried for her, granted. She knew how to fend for herself and the men by her side would keep her safe or suffer fates worse than death at her own hands. ... Libby was, in every way, daddy's little girl.
Sunberth--Spring 55, 513 AV
The mansion was burning.
It had been burning steadily now for over thirty days. It was with mixed emotions that the populace of Sunberth watched the building stand aflame, strangely cut off from the rest of the civilization that surrounded it. It was like the flames were satisfied just devouring the former Rotting Mansion, careful not to touch the surrounding structures. It hadn't been that long ago that the lynch mobs of the recent uprising had herded a small collection of assorted Daggerhands and street criminals into their final prison before the building was set aflame one final time. Their screams still seemed to echo in the area, haunting the ever-present crowds who'd come to watch the scene of Robern's final demise.
He was seething.
Not only was this a major setback on his part, it was also plain insulting. He hadn't expected it. As much as his paranoia had saved his life in the past, somehow the arsonists had slipped under his radar and smoked him and his daughter out of the safety of their home. Had he known of this movement beforehand, he would've taken himself and Libby to the Keep and saved them the trouble of hiding out in the tunnels like the rats in his company. Sunberth was his. She was rebelling against him now, but he would take back control once the excitement had passed above ground. For now, he needed to be patient.
Robern Dalagnar, also called "Rotter", was everything but a patient man. The limits of his small patience were tested down in this dirty hole. He passed glances about himself to lock his eyes in every single one of his loyal, remaining henchmen. There weren't more than seven left of them; the rest had been slain or captured in their flight from the mansion and a few stayed behind to divert attention elsewhere while Robern was given a relatively safe escape route through the tunnels. He lost Libby along the way, and it certainly didn't help his patience to know his daughter was out of his reach. He wasn't particularly worried for her, granted. She knew how to fend for herself and the men by her side would keep her safe or suffer fates worse than death at her own hands. ... Libby was, in every way, daddy's little girl.
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Thelma was not known for her patience either. Leading this set of riots had been testing on her patience more than once and Malkar hadn't helped her temper in the least. With this last blunder of his, he was walking on very thin ice and Thelma made sure to get the point across with the sharp blade pressed tightly against the man's throat, her other hand pressed right underneath it to half-way collapse his windpipe. The fact that others were present at the time hadn't bothered her at all.
Brega watched, bemused. Her girls had already evactuated the building and the business was closed for the day, to many a lonely man's disappointment. Not many seemed to care for the uprising, but Brega had every reason in the world to get behind it. Robern had been nothing but trouble since their little "agreements" were enforced and there wasn't a single girl under Brega's wing who'd disagree with her. This meeting had been called a few days ago when Malkar had caught wind of Robern's present location and didn't have the sense to keep his mouth shut about it. Thelma, of course, had been quick to divert the crisis by planting new rumours. Any who'd wanted to take up the hunt for Robern had been directed to the Stumble Alley and a nice few had been snatched up from there to be directed to Brega's House of Happy Endings, instead. Word on the street was that Brega's beef with Robern also needed its "happy ending", although the whore herself hadn't been let in on this plan until the hopefuls had started showing up in her establishment.
That was around two bells ago. All business for the day had hastily been cancelled and many customers had been shoo'd out the door only half-way back into their clothes and all the girls had been sent home or back to their chambers, depending on their own situations.
Thwack!
Melkar stumbled down to the floor. Stunned, he remained on his stomach with a hand clutching his throat, checking as if in a panic if it was still intact. Meanwhile, Thelma made a point of planting a foot on the man's back to keep him down while flicking her blade and sheathing it again. Anyone observant enough would see that it was still spot clean; not a drop of blood or even the smallest flake on skin had dirtied the blade. Malkar seemed to realize this afte a while in his own way, calming down significantly where he sprawled on the floor, seeming to accept his situation underneath Thelma's leather boot.
"Now..." she started, addressing the small crowd that had gathered; Kel, Gad and Braxus among them.
"Before we get down to business... Does any of you have any questions for us? I know this meeting's been called pretty hastily and most of you probably don't even know who we are, so if you're curious... Now's a good time to ask and make up your mind about your participation before we start."
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Brega watched, bemused. Her girls had already evactuated the building and the business was closed for the day, to many a lonely man's disappointment. Not many seemed to care for the uprising, but Brega had every reason in the world to get behind it. Robern had been nothing but trouble since their little "agreements" were enforced and there wasn't a single girl under Brega's wing who'd disagree with her. This meeting had been called a few days ago when Malkar had caught wind of Robern's present location and didn't have the sense to keep his mouth shut about it. Thelma, of course, had been quick to divert the crisis by planting new rumours. Any who'd wanted to take up the hunt for Robern had been directed to the Stumble Alley and a nice few had been snatched up from there to be directed to Brega's House of Happy Endings, instead. Word on the street was that Brega's beef with Robern also needed its "happy ending", although the whore herself hadn't been let in on this plan until the hopefuls had started showing up in her establishment.
That was around two bells ago. All business for the day had hastily been cancelled and many customers had been shoo'd out the door only half-way back into their clothes and all the girls had been sent home or back to their chambers, depending on their own situations.
Thwack!
Melkar stumbled down to the floor. Stunned, he remained on his stomach with a hand clutching his throat, checking as if in a panic if it was still intact. Meanwhile, Thelma made a point of planting a foot on the man's back to keep him down while flicking her blade and sheathing it again. Anyone observant enough would see that it was still spot clean; not a drop of blood or even the smallest flake on skin had dirtied the blade. Malkar seemed to realize this afte a while in his own way, calming down significantly where he sprawled on the floor, seeming to accept his situation underneath Thelma's leather boot.
"Now..." she started, addressing the small crowd that had gathered; Kel, Gad and Braxus among them.
"Before we get down to business... Does any of you have any questions for us? I know this meeting's been called pretty hastily and most of you probably don't even know who we are, so if you're curious... Now's a good time to ask and make up your mind about your participation before we start."
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