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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

Collecting on a Bounty... [Closed]

Postby Syndre on April 17th, 2011, 5:30 pm

His footfalls were loud against the wooden floor of the hallway, the
heavily placed steps announcing the rogue's surge of exertion. His unfair
tactic seemed to have some success as the petite woman slowed considerably. Having
a caltrop embedded into the flesh of your foot could be extremely painful, since
you were forced to put pressure on the wound when attempting to escape. The hefty
merchant had pulled Aki roughly in front of him for protection, guiding her
forward thru the fallen swarm of diminutive spikes. The velocity at which Syndre
perused was much greater than Dorion's waddling and his slave girl's painful
steps, allowing him to gain significant ground on the two in a matter of seconds.

With focused eyes narrowing into azure slits, Syndre dipped his upper
torso low and pushed off his lead boot. The collision that in sued was sudden and
violent as the thief's shoulder, the same that had driven into the wall, drove
into the lower back of the fat plagued merchant. Lengthy appendages wrapped around
Dorion's cushioned belly as Syndre descended from the forceful lunge, viciously
toppling the heavy man forward. Dorion shouted with a great deal of surprise,
directly into Aki's delicate ear as he pulled against her frail shoulders for
support. The three of them struck the iron littered floor, each receiving their
fair share of agonizing caltrop punctures.

The rogue grimaced while quickly reacting to his advantageous position,
for two of the nasty little thorns had pierced the underside of his left forearm.
A single knee slid over the wooden floor to support his weight and the tensing
muscle of his upper body propelled his darkly attired frame further up Dorion's
wide back. Another rush of effort stretched his left arm pass the merchant's
groaning form and leather bound digits snatched the back of Aki's decorated
collar. The strength behind his constricting fingers caused the black leather of
her diamond studded collar to bite into the pale skin of her throat. His right
hand meanwhile grabbed a handful of Dorion's short brown curls, the merciless
manner in which he pulled against the man's hair was a necessary measure to get
the pig to rise.

With great difficulty the rogue rose to his booted feet, trying desperately
to avoid any further contact with the sharp caltrops. He was now in a crouched
position and with his sinew deeply straining, Syndre guided the two strenuously
up to their feet. "You piece of petching shyte... Akajia piss on your grave...,"
the rogue hissed venomously while whirling the two about in the opposite
direction, by choking collar and ripping hair. He dragged both without remorse
down the length of the shadowy hallway, returning to the bloodied lobby where
Robert and Nydryn had created an even bigger mess. Once they reached the opened
door separating the hallway and the visitors' chamber, Dorion was forced a
couple steps forward. The heel of Syndre's right boot lifted off the ground and
drove into the shorter man's back, sending him blundering through the entrance
to the lobby. Dorion stumbled and fell forward onto his gelatinous stomach,
sliding a bit as the carpet below him rippled with the momentum.

Aki was then jerked forward and inhumanely pulled back against Syndre's
looming six feet. His countenance drifted low while his clenching knuckles
pressed firmly against the back of her lithe neck, forcing the expensive collar
to tighten against the front of her throat as he spoke," Don't you ever run from
me again...
" His words were laced with evil, a most serious tone that promised
a great deal of pain if she were not to obey. He had taken an interest in the
slave girl during his time observing the home from the nearby alley. There was
plenty of things to loot from Dorion's house if they had the time to do so, but
Aki was probably the most valuable possession and Syndre planned on stealing
her from the unfortunate merchant.

A sudden 'click' echoed within her ears, even through the commotion that
sounded from the lobby. The sharpened tip of the rogue's spring blade had been
released from its oiled chamber upon his gauntlet, poking thru the soft fabric
of her robes to prick the soft skin of her back. The tension of his gloved hand
eased upon her choking collar, allowing her to catch her breath though his
controlling grip remained. The point of the stiletto knife pushed against her
flesh, prodding her forward and into the crimson stained lobby. Robert deserved
some amount of revenge for having a bounty placed on his head, and Syndre wanted
Aki to watch the spectacle. She needed to know that Dorion was no longer her
Master, and viewing the mercenary's vengeance would brand the fact into her mind.
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Postby Robert Cithon on April 20th, 2011, 4:20 am

The girl Syndre brought obviously could handle herself. He could tell by the newly deceased corpse lying at her feet. The girl, whome he would have to get her name another time. Seemed to be taking after Robert tonight. Her own small frame was being covered in blood also, much like Roberts massive one. It must have made quite a sight to walk in upon, the standing over three brutally murdered corpses.

Returning his own slight nod to Ny, he fell line behind her small figure. Both him and her now heading toward the same door Syndre had departed through. Once they were close to the door, it suddenly flew open. Robert instinctively pulled Ny behind him protectively. Assuming it was danger, not the fat merchant stumbling into the room. Dorion fell on his oversized stomach, making it difficult to quickly get up.

A quick glance calmed Robert’s nerves. Syndre was in control of the situation. He had managed to force the merchant back into the blood soaked room, and had the slave girl forced in front of him. Robert, daggers in hand stepped away from Ny. Allowing her to go about her own business. He took another step toward Dorion, still on the floor curled into a ball. A small nod toward Syndre indicated he understood what was needed.

“You did this” Robert said gruffly, as he landed a strong kick in his gut. Dorion let out a loud grown of pain. The kick effectively had him sprawling out on his stomach again. This time Robert looked toward the slave girl, eyes locking for just a hair of a moment. Robert knelt down slowly, one hand holding both daggers still. His other hand was placed on Dorion’s shirt collar. Robert pulled Dorion up for his final moments. Robert expertly worked one dagger free of the other, allowing it to fall to the floor, making a small click as it landed. With the remaining dagger Robert moved his hand slowly toward the mans throat, eyes once again locking onto the slaves. The pleas and screams escaping Dorions mouth fell on unyielding ears. He was meant to die this day. In another moment the screams and pleas turned into gurgles and gags. The cold steel had effectively sliced into his neck, severing major veins, allowing blood to once again flow freely over Roberts hand. He held the limp corpse there a moment, eyes never faltering from Aki’s.

Robert stood up, letting the deceased body of Dorion fall to the floor. “It is finished.” He looked toward Ny, then his eyes returned on Syndre. “Loot and torch?” He asked curiously. The time that they could spend looting the estate could easily be swapped for time to escape the scene. Either worked for Robert. The sole reason he agreed to tonight was to end the life of Dorion and his useless son. Robert would leave the decision in the hands of Syndre.
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Postby Nydryn on April 25th, 2011, 12:45 am

The man, Robert had realized that Ny could take care of herself, and she was pleased. She had shown that she was capable of handling sticky situations, and murdering someone when it came down to that. Ny hoped to gain the men’s respect if she was going to accompany them in any more crimes. When the fat merchant had stumbled in, Robert pulled Ny behind him. She could not blame the man, for it was his nature to protect the weaker link, but it vaguely annoyed the woman. She had to figure out a way to show that she was not a weak link, even if she was the weakest in their trio.

After stepping away from her, Robert had approached the merchant. He kicked the man first, and then killed him as well, the red liquid making a puddle on the ground when Robert had dropped him. There were many puddles on the ground, making the floor look sickly strange. As Ny glanced up at Syndre to see his reaction to Robert’s question, she saw the slave girl being held roughly by the rogue. Her collar looked painfully tight as he grasped it, pulling it against her neck.

Ny figured she should not intrude in this sort of thing when she realized that it was a show of power, and that Syndre was making the girl realize that her old master, the fat merchant was dead. But she could not ignore the terrified look on the woman’s face. Making her way around the pools of blood, she approached the two and placed her hand on Syndre’s. It was a gesture meant to convince him to allow her to hold the girl while they looted or whatever else men did after murdering a whole household. She hoped Syndre would allow her to keep an eye on the woman, for Ny could tell that she was scared and the rogue was not making it any better. Ny’s eyes met Syndre’s as she nodded slightly, hoping to give him the impression that she would maintain control over the slave.
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at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.”
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Postby Aki on April 25th, 2011, 6:45 pm

The man lunged onto her master, dragging all of them down to the spike littered floor. She bit her lip, refraining from crying out in pain; weakness would do no good now. The caltrops embedded easily into the soft flesh of her left arm and leg, drawing several drops of scarlet blood. They did not go deep, the points too shallow, but they still stung, especially to the slave girl so unused to such physical torments for the past year of idle servitude with the prosperous merchant.

Before she could even regain a presence of mind, Syndre had already grabbed hold of her studded collar, pulling her up by her pale throat. She could barely breathe, let alone resist the crude, ruthless movements of the man. She tried to fight, not Syndre, but for her consciousness, taking in desperate breathes at any opportune loosening of his hold, which was growing rarer and rarer for the faint girl. He forced her to her feet; she rose reluctantly, digging the caltrop deeper into her heel.

Aki barely even noticed, with her sight shadowed with impending unconsciousness, that Syndre had grabbed her master as well. If she had known she might have even tried to protest, if not for her life, for his. She may not have liked the portentous prick, but she was a loyal soul and he had treated her fairly well for her station.

Before she could even register what had happened, being dragged back to whence they came, Dorion was dead, and Syndre was pulling her closer to him, whispering menacingly into her ear. “Don’t you ever run from me again…” She did not whimper; she heard every word. From her brief time with cruder slavers she knew what to expect from men like him; Aki was a survivor.

He, thankfully, not a moment too soon, loosened his grip on her collar, allowing her deeper, desperate breaths of precious oxygen. By now she had lost both her slippers. She limped painfully on, pressured by the grip on her collar and the sword at her back. She wouldn’t have resisted even without the sword, but she made sure to provide no inkling of defiance. Though her mind still fought against the pain and confusion to regain a sense of balance, of order, she knew in her heart she would not grovel to a man like Syndre: a man of cruelty. She would follow him now, but he would have to kill her before she ever begged for mercy.

Aki stilled her heart, trying to regain her breath, preparing herself for the trials to come.
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Postby Syndre on May 2nd, 2011, 10:44 am

Syndre held the small slave girl firm as the mercenary exacted his
bloody vengeance upon the merchant, sliding the incisive edge of his knife between
the fatty rolls of Dorion's throat. The bubbling sounds that the dying man
manifested from the separation of flesh was pathetic and sickening, but at least
his terror was no longer expressed through his loud screaming. What the trio of
Vermin had just performed was no secretive assassination attempt, it was strong
handed murder that was done by a novice outfit of thieves. Syndre's plans
certainly didn't go as he had hoped, but the initial deception had gone smoothly
and he would store the successful method in his mind for future use. A creeping
sensation of excitement traveled over his nerves at the sight of the blood
stained lobby, his breathing coming slightly faster and his loosened grip upon
the slave's collar slowly tightening once again.

"We've made too much noise... we need to be gone in ten chimes...," his
response to Robert's question was offered in a calm tone, the sound of his
warning belying his level of nervousness and elation. He then felt Nydryn's
gentle touch upon his leather encased hand that had tightened around Aki's
expensive collar, the expression her lovely countenance offered him let him
know that she disapproved of his handling of the petite woman. Her slight nod
told him that she wanted to take control over the young woman, a gesture that
Syndre did not feel quite comfortable with. "Take her to her room so she can
gather any belongings...,
" he told Nydryn with an expression of displeasure
displayed upon his visage. Aki's injured form was shoved aside into Nydryn's
awaiting arms and his brilliant blue eyes narrowed in the direction of both
women,"Ten chimes and the mansion will be in flames... go in haste..."

The rogue's attention turned to his blood graced bodyguard after
hurrying the two women along, his intense features lightening a bit at the sight
of the crimson soaked henchman. "Take what you can find and be quick about it...
I already have what I want...,
" a quick nod was given toward the thick framed
man before Syndre hopped into motion. Swift steps took him over the fallen body
of the pudgy merchant and pass the bloody mess that was the mercenary, his
hurried path leading him to the far wall of the visitor's chamber where a lone
torch hung securely at an angle. Once reaching the source of illumination, the
rogue relieved the flickering flame from its iron holder and began running the
hungry fire over a pair of nearby curtains. The fancy fabric easily caught
aflame, the destructive fire quickly spreading along the length of the material
that adorned a concealed window.

They had but a few precious moments to escape the manor once the fire
started to claw at the wooden ceiling. Syndre did not fear the engulfing flames,
it was the attention it would bring from the city's authorities that struck his
inner network of nerves with a tinge of uncertainty. There escape would rely on
their ability to move with a strong sense of purpose, for lingering about this
massacre too long would lead to an unpleasant encounter with the Ebonstryfe.
Another pair of hand woven curtains burst into flame as he ran the apex of the
smoldering torch along the lower trim of the decorative cloth. He did not spend
any wasted time trying to burn any sturdy furniture, instead his quick strides
took him to flammable pieces that were easily burned. Curtains, paintings, and
large rugs were all targets of the trio's lead man. The deceased merchant's home
did not take long to become a growing inferno as the intensifying flames flowed
throughout the inside of the front lobby. They would need to make their way
toward the back of the large home and locate the rear exit, for the front of the
manor would soon be entirely engulf in fire.
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Postby Robert Cithon on May 7th, 2011, 5:30 am

In reaction to Syndres words, Robert quickly left the blood soaked room. Several brutal murders had taken place in that room. And if the intruders were not smooth in their escape their own lives may also be cut short this night. The Ebonstryfe would likely kill them on sight, if they discovered they were the ones responsible for the murders and soon to be burned down mansion.

A few quick strides and Robert was easily able to scope out the general layout of the floorplan. Each room he passed Robert opened the door, surveying the room quickly. His blood soaked clothes were beginning weigh him down, making each step a little more uncomfortable.

He was quickly running out of time, his quick method of smashing a door and quickly surveying each room was proving ineffective. On the verge of giving up he decided to give it one last chance. Robert focused on a door already ajar, a faint glow of torchlight was evident on the other side. Robert approached, the smell of smoke quickly filling into the house. Syndre had not been joking about how much time they had left in the house.

Robert quickly gave the door a firm kicked, sending it fling open. What lay beyond the door shocked the tiring mercenary. The room was filled with heavily priced merchandise. To his right revealed a wall, weapons of war decorating majority of the dark painted wall. To his left hung the heads of different beasts, many of which Robert had never encountered before.

A flare of flame in his peripheral brought Robert back to attention. The strange beasts captivating his attention. Robert darted to the opposite side of the room, and quickly surveyed the weapons. Most seemed to be in usable condition, though rather extravagant pieces were obvious. He noticed a black seathed sword, around three and a half feet. Deciding instinctively to grab it, he darted back out of the room. A new weapon held tight in his hands.

Robert backtracked his steps, reuniting with the rest of the group. What seemed like a long period of time spent searching the household. Had really only taken a rather short amount of time. “Ready?” Robert asked questioningly. “I think I spotted a decent sized window back that way. It should cover our retreat from wondering eyes, and also hide us until we reach safety. Dorion should have a boat of some size” It was the quickest way to flee the scene.


OOCSorry if it is not up to par guys and gals. It is my first post in a long time. Plus I am running on E right now..
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Postby Verilian on March 6th, 2012, 6:27 pm

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Syndre

  • +2 Leadership
  • +2 Subterfuge
  • +2 Brawling
  • +1 Dagger

Loot: 30 Gold Mizas (1/3 of what was in the merchant's pouch)

Lores: Because getting baked before a con is a good idea, Using Clever Tools in Combat

Robert Cithon

  • +1 Acting
  • +2 Dagger
  • +1 Longsword
  • +1 Axe

Loot: 30 Gold Mizas (1/3 of what was in the merchant's pouch), Cold Iron LongswordWeapons forged of cold iron, also called cold steel, are of superior quality; possessing greater durability and holding an edge longer than traditional iron. The iron gets its name from being cold to the touch even when exposed to direct sunlight for extended periods of time. It is rumored that these weapons can cause greater harm to the undead than other weapons although such claims are unfounded. Cold iron is found in iron mines alongside normal iron deposits but at a severely reduced ratio. It is slightly more difficult to work than normal iron but tends to produce greater quality weapons.

Lores: Pretending to be Dead, Using the Element of Surprise, Getting Revenge

Nydryn

  • +2 Subterfuge
  • +1 Dagger

Loot: 30 Gold Mizas (1/3 of what was in the merchant's pouch)

Lores: Playing with Dangerous Friends, Murdering a Pig

Aki

  • +1 Sewing
  • +1 Observation
  • +1 Running

Lores: The Life of a Slave, What it feels like to step on a Caltrop, Watching your master murdered in cold blood

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Notes: It's a shame you guys didn't take the time to loot the place, you could have found a lot more, but I was nice enough to give you the gold on the merchant's belt. Also, I find it funny that the leader of the group actually didn't kill anyone at all. Aki, I didn't give you any gold since you are a slave, but if Syndre wants to share with you that's his business.
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