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Confrontation

Postby Inoadar on August 10th, 2013, 1:13 am

OOC - continued from here.
And also from here.

13th of Summer, 513, 21st bell, give or take a few chimes.

'Yes, it's finally coming together.' Inoadar crowed to himself. He had been working into the night at the shop, 'InoVations', his assistant of sorts, Wrenmae, on hand to perform the more menial tasks, while he did the lab work. He had no idea if his physiological theories were accurate or just so much hogwash, but the result was all that really mattered anyway.

The fluid from the lower central portion of a brain recently abandoned by a Nuit was somehow altered by the habitation of the undead entity. It was the base element of the antidote for 'Dark Reaving' poison. Inoadar was sure of it. All his preliminary testing and sample comparisons had checked out. It remained only to finalize the process, perfect the percentages and settle on part-to-part mixtures, before the purification could commence.

The last bell had been spent doing the arduous draining and squeezing, filtering and separating. Inoadar actually found himself looking forward to seeing Amolina's expression when he came through with the antidote he had promised. Of course, this assumed she had been successful in procuring HIS materials. Just any little "bit" of Clyde Sullins would do, the more the merrier.

No doubt, Amolina expected him to renege on his end of the bargain. 'Bitch, it would be just like her to assume I'd betray my word.' As much as he wanted to see her disbelief that he'd found the antidote, as he'd promised, a part of him hoped she'd fail to hold up her end of their arrangement. 'Oh, how I'll lord it over her, the antidote! Denying her its saving grace as punishment for her failure! Taunting her with salvation from her affliction, just an arm's reach away! But it may as well be on a shelf in Ahnatep for all the good it will do her! If she grovels enough, I might just be persuaded to pour it out on the floor and watch as she licks it up.' He laughed in cruel anticipation.

Just then, the bell clanged, announcing an arrival at the door. Annoyance immediately replaced his vindictive reverie. 'It figures!' he growled to himself in disgust. 'It just petching figures! Here, I'm on the brink of my reward for days of work, and having that whore under my thumb...Naturally! there just HAS to be an interruption!'

He was too far into his delicate process to stop for a mere customer. 'And what are they doing stopping by this late? I should have locked the door! Aaah well, too caught up in my victory to think about such trivial matters.' It was all he could manage to turn his head away from his measuring and droplet counting long enough to issue instructions. "Wrenmae, would you go and see who that is?"

Inoadar returned his focus to eye-droppers, beakers and burners. A moment later, his count achieved, he stood up from the table, arching his stiff back with a groan and a twist. Now it was to wait just a few chimes and...It suddenly occurred to him that Wrenmae had not informed him who had arrived. Had he left?

"This better be good..." he grumbled as he turned towards the door to the front room.
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Postby Clyde Sullins on August 11th, 2013, 5:22 pm

Clyde had taken a Ravasola to the poisoners shop, accompanied by Amolina. He was dressed as usual in his common clothes, along with his staff in his right hand, and two of his newly made scrolls under his left arm. The third was in his pack on his back, along with his basic glyphing supplies.

It took him a bit of maneuvering to set down the scrolls, and to pay the man, along with giving him a a 2 sm tip. Then the scrolls were back up under his arm, and he was out of the vessel, expecting Amolina to follow along.

He went to the front of the shop, and looked down at his full arms, and turned back to Amolina.

"Here, why don't you ring the bell. And take one of these, I can't hold both that well. It shouldn't go off as long as you don't mess with it. Oh, and don't try to walk out of the shop once we go inside while holding it. That will also set it off.

Assuming Amolina rang the bell and ended up taking the scroll, he would hear a voice from inside, speaking across the shop, though he could not quite make out the words. Then he would be left to wait, until someone opened it and accepted them inside.
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Postby Amolina on August 12th, 2013, 6:13 am

Amolina had hoped to find an opportunity to sneak out from the shop again as soon as the combatants were busy yelling at each other. With the scroll this would be impossible…she wouldn’t dare to just put it on the floor. That too might make it explode or something. Or Sullins could get really angry if she did it, which was even more dangerous.

She stood behind the tall wizard while they waited. Though she just stood there and looked like the magicians servant, her brain was working at high speed behind her blank face.


She wasn’t in on this “straightforward directness”, but what else could she do, right now.

It seemed to be a good idea to stay behind him all the time and be out of the way. She would try to stay back. Near the door. Once the opportunity came she would try to disappear, silently and discreetly.

After that? She could move around between various good hideouts she remembered from her childhood, she thought. Having grown up in Ravok she knew places that weren’t easy to find. She could just stay away a bit until things calmed down and people got too busy to bother with her. It was not like she was important, not really, she was like Sullins had said, “small fish”. Chances were she would soon be forgotten and safe.



She too was dressed as usual, in her dark violet gown, but her hair was a mess. It had been impossible to persuade Sullins to let her borrow a brush…she suspected he just didn’t want to admit he didn’t have one…his hair pointed in all directions, and now she too had a similar hairstyle.
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Postby Inoadar on October 21st, 2013, 4:40 am

Inoadar thought of simply saying 'We're closed' and returning to his work table, but he thought it might be Wrenmae. They had some tentative arrangements about possible payments in maledicted items. 'Perhaps he has an armload of them.' he thought. But it did nothing to assuage his annoyance. The man knew he was busy with an obligation and had left without a word. Even if he had said something, he'd obviously failed to be sure Inoadar had taken note of it, as focused as he was on his work.

He scowled as he went to the door, noticing it wasn't even locked! He shoved the handle down and threw the door open. "Why didn't you TELL m-..." he began, his voice raising with each syllable, until he saw who it was. His voice choked off to a gasp as his mouth hung open in a combination of fury and fear. His eyes raced to take in the fact that Marcus was not with them this time. The presence of Amolina made it all too clear what sort of attitude he could expect from Mr. Sullins.

But then his own pride and deviousness reasserted itself. He had a trick or two up his sleeve. He wished he'd applied a reagent to the outer door though. Then again, Sullins was no fool, he'd have certainly made Amolina make any necessary contact with the doorknob. He surely felt the same contempt toward the woman that he himself did.

A flash of strategies ran through his mind as he gauged his chances. He was no magician, but it stood to reason that a mage needed to SEE what he was doing to cast a spell. He probably needed to speak some gibberish to focus his intent as well. Inoadar knew he had a poison that would swell the man's tongue to the point of being mute, but 'Lost Tongue' would take a chime to work. As for his eyes, he'd put them out with his petching thumbs, if he had to.

His fallback defense poison was, as always, 'Bloodroot'. It was as all-purpose as a poison could be. It's primary affect being mental confusion. That would surely have even greater impact on a mage than it would on a warrior. But again, there was that chime of delay before it took effect. Besides, they were both in the back room with his cane and his loop bracer.

No, this would take simple brute surprise. He outlined his strategy...First, don't present some obviously phony face. He loathed this arrogant fop, and he knew that Sullins knew it and felt the same. Without his magic, Inoadar had no doubt he could have him wearing his own lungs like a stole in less than a chime. But he had no idea how fast the man could produce his spells.

He thought that if he tried to put on a show of contrition, the man would see right through it and be all the more on guard for the obvious lie. He stalled a moment by turning his contemptuous sneer on Amolina. "All I asked for was a single hair, you dumb bitch, not the whole puked up hairball!" by the time he was finished his gaze was back on Clyde.

His strategy took form. He would stall a moment, Sullins would expect it. Then he'd back up, letting the man take a step into the doorway. Then he would slam the door back into him, putting his whole body behind it. Then he would throw it open again, grab the hem of the petcher's robe and pull it over his head, effectively blinding him. Then he would beat his skull against the stone walkway until the robe was sticky with splattered brains. Amolina would no doubt scream like an idiot the whole time.

He tried to suppress the smirk of anticipation as he took a step back, feigning intent to let the man in. "Well since you seem determined to prevent me from completing the antidote I promised this woman, you may as well come in and ruin everything!"
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Postby Clyde Sullins on October 22nd, 2013, 1:02 pm

As door opened, he was half greeted in a confused way, on the greeters part, by the man himself... Whatever his name was, Morlan or Noley... He was fairly certain that was not right, but since both were likely false it did not matter.

Clyde watched as the poisoners face changed, first from an initial one of anger with his mouth hanging open, to a bit of well attributed fear.

The poisoner took the time to send a curse at Amolina, who was holding one of the scrolls he had made, it only now occurring to him it served the double purpose of making sure she did not run off. It had not been intended in his decision, but it seemed to have worked well enough, so he would go with it.

"Well since you seem determined to prevent me from completing the antidote I promised this woman, you may as well come in and ruin everything!"

As the man said this, his face shifted once more, to an emotion Clyde could not quite place, but it had the smallest of twitches to the lips at the corners, drawing his attention and showing that he was fighting making an expression with them. He did not like it, Clyde's own paranoia perhaps kicking in. Either he was a bad actor, and trying to force one expression not to show, or was a better actor and was messing with him or throwing him off...

"Well, seeing as she failed, I am curious to know if you were still going to give it to her? But I suppose such supposition should fall for a later time. Amolina, go ahead in, DEEP inside if you please, and show our mutual acquaintance the little gift I specially made for him. I also hold one just like it."

As he said this, Clyde held up his own scroll in his hand, for emphasize waving it around a bit. He would give Amolina time to walk in, and speak as she did so.

"Just a little thing to keep you honest, and to keep these talks from getting off track. An insurance policy if you will, to keep you from doing anything... Naughty... Like trying to poison me, or kill me... You know, not to brag, but it is a neat little combination of Reimancy and Glyphing. So I would advise against killing or harming me. Oh, and don't try to leave the place with one, only I can walk them out."

By this time, Clyde assumed Amolina would have gone inside, and placed herself deep enough to suit his purposes.

"So, should I come inside, or should you do something first to make sure I don't have an untimely demise, and sadly take both of you and your shop with me?"

If the poisoner after all this still said he should come in, Clyde would do so, walking perhaps five feet in, while keeping his eyes on the poisoner all the time, his grip on his staff solid.
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Postby Amolina on October 22nd, 2013, 7:01 pm

Amolina didn’t want to enter the poison shop but she didn’t dare to say it. She didn’t dare to drop the scroll and run either. She had already learnt to not make Sullins angry and she was still awed after the miraculous things she had seen him do in the magic lab. He was …awesome, no less, and she felt sure nothing could stop him from getting things his way.

“It wasn’t my fault. Mr Sullins refused” she said lamely to Parnell when he told her he had only wanted a single hair, not the whole mage. Nobody seemed to listen to her though, so she stopped there.

Well, perhaps poison COULD stop Sullins. She stepped closer to him, looked up at the towering wizard and tried to give him pleading eyes – but Sullins of course didn’t look back. He was focusing on Parnell only and besides she suspected Sullins took it for granted that she would obey like a convenient minion of his now when he had her scared-impressed and ready to avoid being targeted by his fire spears at all cost.

She observed something in Parnell’s stance and expression that made her feel nearly as scared of him as she was of Clyde, but only nearly...but wait…she wasn’t sure ! Perhaps it was after all better to quickly be burnt to ashes on the spot by Sullins than slowly flayed and decpatitated by Parnell? In that case, she ought to throw the scroll away and run instead of stepping in. Then again, the fire could happen instantly, and if she was obedient and useful and did like she was told, she could perhaps count on Sullins to stop Parnell? The mage was a logical man and didn’t seem to kill people for the sake of it.

Parnell was standing right inside the door, looking mean and blocking the way efficiently. There wasn’t any room for getting past the man. Amolina looked at Clyde Sullins again like she wanted to ask if he really meant what he had said or if he was just kidding. Sullins paid no heed to her. She gave up and decided to try to follow her orders and sneak past Parnell and deeper into the poison shop.

Maybe if she pretended to aim to pass him on the right side, but just feinted and jumped in on the left side instead, then continued to the door to the inner lab room … she had no idea if Clyde Sullins would consider that deep enough inside the shop and she didn’t know if she would even manage to get past Parnell, but she would try.

She made a sudden movement to the right like she was going to take that way, but without even waiting for Parnell’s reaction she immediately dashed to the left instead and hoped to make it. She hardly dared to look – for a moment she actually shut her eyes. It was all like in a bad dream. And this time she wouldn’t open her eyes and find that it had not been real...

If she managed to get past Parnell she would rush to stand by the lab door and wait for new orders. If Parnell managed to stop her she didn’t know what she would do, but perhaps she would attempt to step on his toes. Or bounce back out to Clyde like a ball thrown back...no, not that, he could get angry.

Alright. She had no idea what she would do if Parnell managed to stop her from rushing in like Clyde had told her, and no time to think of something…so if she was stopped she would have to improvise in panic.
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Postby Inoadar on October 23rd, 2013, 12:45 am

Inoadar scowled, finding it only natural that Amolina ruined everything, entering first to thwart his designs against Sullins. For just a moment he considered simply using her, instead of the door, to send crashing into the mage. But there were a few complications that stopped him.

First and foremost was the iron grip the man had on the staff he carried. The position he had it in would make it a simple stab into the floor to block either the door or the girl from hitting him with any useful force. Even if he DID somehow knock him off his feet, a second quick swipe would prevent the use of his own robe as a visual hindrance. But perhaps getting face to face would make him hesitate to use some area-engulfing conflagration of incinerating power.

But what really stopped him was the open admittance that he was carrying weaponized items with him. 'Fair warning?' Inoadar puzzled, somewhat astonished by the unexpected turn of fair play. Once again, it came back to him how it had been his own brazenly voiced suspicions that had set this whole ball rolling. He still could not account for it. It was so unlike him. Even with the openly hostile atmosphere in the room, he was having no real trouble keeping himself restrained to mere insults.

It was frustration that now evoked his sour expression. Frustration with himself. While he pondered his erratic behavior of late, both of his "guests" had stepped past the threshold of his first line of defense, his front door. And he'd made no move. He recalled his similar hesitance to strike when Sullins was weak after an extensive working of auristics. Of course, Marcus had been there then and would have stopped him.

Now the man stood there, having outlined the very strategy and weapons he was ready to employ. As well, his little pet, Amolina was now "Deep" in the shop, per his instructions. He'd wasted the chance at a preemptive move. Maybe he'd just go ahead and hear the man out. But not under these lopsided conditions...

"If it's a debate you want, understand that I could have already initiated violence that would have had me at a possibly only slight advantage, perhaps more. You have, however, been open about the nature of the threat you carry, thereby suggesting a "defensive" attitude about it. I will give you the benefit of the doubt, and trust that you will reciprocate."

He turned his back on the mage, directing his scowl on the cringing girl by the door to his back room. He began to walk toward that door, beginning the spiel that would explain that '...having two potential adversaries to watch made it an unfair situation for any fair exchange of viewpoints. That it would only be fair that he too, have a "defensive" weapon in hand, so both parties would be operating under the attention-dividing situation of having to concentrate on both our own words and our enemy's actions...' He wondered if he would be allowed to complete it before hostility erupted.

If he reached Amolina without incident, he would add that '...she should feel free to accompany him into the lab to verify that he would only retrieve his blowgun, which ammunition would take long enough to act that 'Mr. Sullins' should be assured of time for his retribution. And that, having felt himself on borrowed time, almost from day one of his arrival in Ravok, he too, would be content with mutual destruction...'

If allowed to finish this statement as well before action was taken against him, he would add a plainly mocking '...But pity the poor girl.'
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Postby Clyde Sullins on October 23rd, 2013, 10:43 pm

Even if Clyde had been looking in Amolina's direction, the pleading look likely would have been lost on him. Not because he would not fall to her pleading, which perhaps was part of it, but because he simply would not have taken it for what she meant it as. He likely would have just asked her if she had something in her eye that was making her look at him like that. But unfortunately he did not see the pleading look, and so Clyde never had a chance to be mystified by it.

Instead he kept on looking at the poisoner, staff in hand, a weapon he was ever growing more familiar in using. He also had other things he could do, mainly magical. And while a lesser Reimancer could have only used the one element, the fire he had been shown to use, he was no minor mage. And most of his other elements were not so broad in their affects, allowing for more concise attacks.

As the poisoner began to speak, Clyde smiled and shook his head. His words came off as a bit silly to him, especially with his own abilities compared to that of the poisoner.

"Initiated violence that would have had you at a possibly only slight advantage? Really? I think you feel too highly of your own abilities, and too lowly of mine. I could have set your entire establishment aflame from across the canal, leaving nothing but a smoldering heap, without even giving you the nicety of a warning, or any chance to retaliate, let alone putting me in any danger."

"I chose however to come in and face you directly. So don't speak of possible violence you could have done. I've seen men die, seen others dragged into the sky screaming, I've cut others down in a moment, leaving a sizzling hole through their gut as they fell to the ground dead. Funnily enough I killed another man by spearing him through the chest with a hardened earthen spear rising out of the ground... You know I never noticed that connection before, a blow through the chest is often quite fatal..."


By the end of his words, Clyde had become quite meandering. He had started out full of vigor and energy, perhaps a bit intimidating by his mentioning of a few of the things that had happened to him, but had ended on a slightly distracted and pensive note. He also did not notice the fact that he had mentioned having control of a second element, that of earth, which the poisoner likely had not known. He also had indirectly mentioned his usage of lightning, though had not said it specifically when he mentioned the "sizzling hole through their gut," which could have been mistaken for some fire like effect.

Clyde was a bit confused by some of what the poisoner said, and likely missed a few snippets of it while he was lost in thought over the comparison of his method of killing two different men via different elements, however through the same part of their body.

"Grab whatever, I did not come here to fight. And the reason I told you of the scroll was so that we could both leave here alive and with the matter settled. Though I am curious why you are so ardently following the path of having a mage set against you. I am not a good person to make a foe of, and yet that is what you have been doing... I have done nothing against you, and yet you seem to be coming at me time and time again... Why is that? I mean I would think in your line of work, I would be a very good ally to have, considering what I can do, and what I could have done for you..."

He thought on this for a moment as he waited for a response, and considered the fact that the poisoner simply did not understand what Clyde could do, nor the myriad of ways in which it could have been used in his favor. All of which he had dashed away...
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Postby Amolina on October 24th, 2013, 8:54 am

Amolina’s best bet seemed to be to shut up and hold her scroll. And so she did.

She observed everything with intense interest though. Neither Sullins nor Parnell seemed to care overly much about her and her life, that much was obvious. Both of them had said they were prepared to die in a demonstration of their own great power and take all others with them in death.

But it sounded like Clyde Sullins wasn’t aiming at killing Parnell at all cost. He was speaking about getting things settled and over and everybody leaving the shop alive. She wasn’t sure if everybody included her…Sullins had seemed to have a considerably shorter fuse when he was speaking with her than he had when he was speaking with Parnell. Amolina guessed this might be because Parnell had something Sullins wanted. A shop full of poisons maybe, or other things that she didn’t know anything about.

Parnell had been babbling about her coming with him into the lab to fetch something in order to create fair play...very noble…that didn’t sound any good at all. Perhaps Parnell thought he could use her against Sullins if he just managed to get her out of sight and could…do whatever he was thinking. She didn’t want to go into the lab with him.

Sullins sounded like he had not done anything to Parnell and didn’t understand why the poison maker acted like he did. This intrigued her : Did it mean that Parnell had sent her to risk her life at trying to cheat Sullins because of…nothing? Sent her to die for no reason, had he? Sent her on a fools errand to “pick hairs from Clyde”… yes…that could explain volumes…

It had been a long day with all the failed attempts to dupe Sullins and get her hands on his hair, and after that, the long session in the magic lab. Amolinas health was nor stable and now when she had been up and running for many bells she felt the lingering effects of poison and side effects of medical treatment quickly getting worse. She felt weak, faintly nauseated and increasingly dizzy.

It felt like the floor beckoned…Normally she would have found somewhere to sit down and rest. But right now her best bet seemed to be to shut up and hold her scroll. And so she did, albeit she was clearly starting to run out of energy.
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Postby Inoadar on October 25th, 2013, 3:14 am

Inoadar spun around, short of his objective, but unable to stem the wellspring of sarcasm and recriminations percolating within. "You speak of ME coming at YOU time and time again. What utter nonsense! YOU are the only one that has voiced threats. And you do so again right now! Hinting at the concern I should have that you will burn myself and my shop to the ground without warning! Oh how very bravely spoken! With every word you justify any and all means I take to protect myself."

He actually turned away from his original goal and took slow, furious steps back toward the mage, his hands flexing between claws and fists. "We BOTH know this goes back to the mission with the bird skull. We were in this very shop...MY shop...and you enter with your rude arrogance and your disdain of all things NOT 'Clyde Sullins'!..." Inoadar's sarcastic contempt was scathing. "...and you insult my friends and partners. Your sneering and loathing gave me every reason to think you very well may not wish to see us succeed."

It appeared the mage was about to boil over with rebuttals, but Inoadar held his hand up. "NO! You let me finish! So, you speak of how you came here now to speak directly, all open and honest...Well did I do any differently then? I saw a possible problem with a duty to my lord Rhysol, a problem embodied in one 'Clyde Sullins'. A man clearly dissatisfied with the quality of men he has been saddled with to do this duty. I've dealt with many such self-important fools before. They will assume a mission to fail, due to the inferior personnel involved. And they will SEE TO IT that it DOES, just so they can gloat about how right they were, and so they can point the finger at these so-called failures, to better glorify themselves!"

He continued to slowly approach the mage as he ranted. "So having seen this potential, and being a loyal devotee of my lord, I stated, all 'openly and directly'..." his voice was sing-song with sarcasm, "...that I was concerned about it." he whipped his accusing finger up in Sullin's direction. "So then YOU, and ONLY you, came at ME with threats. And I even acknowledged that I may have overstated my concern...Oooh, but I guess I didn't grovel and scrape enough while apologizing!"

His hand dropped back to his side and he stood, a proud scowl on his face. "So okay, you need to hear it again? Fine! I was wrong and I'm sorry! But NOT for attempting to take steps against the threats you said then, and repeat now. And one MORE thing. If I'm so woefully short of having any capability of bringing harm to you, why do you come with your scrolls and your support?..." he gestured vaguely behind him to indicate Amolina. "If I so overestimate my abilities, why do you need them? Why not just confront me in the public street, burn my down with ease despite my pathetic efforts to save myself, and let all quail before the Invincible Clyde Sullins?" He threw his hands in the air to embellish his exaggeration.

His sarcasm was replaced by a degree of introspection, "My father once said that 'Confidence allows a common man to do extraordinary things, but OVERconfidence brings an extraordinary man to make common mistakes.' You may want to consider that when you are telling me exactly what your defenses are, while making no effort to learn what form my attack might have taken." Again, he gestured toward Amolina, "Or hers...you know there are some very potent poisons on the shelf she's standing by. Some of them are the 'splash-on' variety. Maybe she'll do us both in."

He started to sidestep away from her, forming a more triangular relative position between the three of them. "But what do you do? If you take your eyes off ME to watch HER..." he shrugged innocently.
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