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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 12, 2004 18:38:45 GMT -5
<-- To Spec the Damned only -->
The two elves continue to blabber on for several minutes, speaking in depth in various languages.
Spec manages to determine that they were given some sort of task relating to the Outlands and Baator and that they need more manpower. The tone of their voice indicates that they're rushed for time and beginning to get frustrated.
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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 12, 2004 20:08:27 GMT -5
Without turning to the elves, Spec says, "Sounds like a pretty important task. Outlands...Baator... Dangerous as well. What would be this quest that would cause a cutter to agree to assist you?"
Spec begins cleaning under his fingernails. "And would the reward be worth it? Assuming you don't tell me to pike it again. I hear there's a graybeard next door who's looking for some cutters...maybe he won't tell me to pike it...yes?"
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 12, 2004 21:23:46 GMT -5
<-- To Spec the Damned only -->
One of the elves slowly slides his hand from his thighs towards his sword, but the other one stops him with a simple nod. The second looks over to Spec.
What makes you think that we need a leatherhead like you? Who in the Blood War are you anyway? he asks curtly
Some sod getting in over his head. replies the other, turning towards Spec If you're trying to get work by appealing do our need, you're even more of a cess-pot than I thought. The Abyssal league has little need of anything. If you want work, you prove yourself to us; not the other way around.
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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 13, 2004 11:34:17 GMT -5
Spec looks to the first elf, "Cess-pot..." He considers the words for a moment and chuckles, "How right you are. Now, the frustration in your wigwag tells me that you're under stress to locate more recruits for your mission. Now we can continue debating my worthiness while your time ticks by, or we can get to the point. You need more men, and I'm looking for work. Now is this discussion going to move on or shall I depart and leave you two to your blabbering?"
Spec waits a moment, stands up and begins walking away.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 13, 2004 11:47:59 GMT -5
<-- To Spec the Damned only -->
Come here, basher. says the first elf, pulling another chair to the table Let's see what you're made of.
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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 13, 2004 11:55:20 GMT -5
Spec turns around, a slight grin on his face. He nods slowly and floats over to the table keeping a peery eye on the two and introduces himself.
"I go by Spec. And Spec the Damned to others." Spec slowly takes a seat, watching the elves and listening closely to what they may have to say next. Maybe what they do next.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 13, 2004 12:57:49 GMT -5
<-- To K'Zan and Selenya only -->
The barkeeper looks over to Spec and the two tough-looking elves in the corner. Their voices, apparently irritated by the tiefling's presence, reach his ears
This might get messy. You might want to take some cover. he mumbles to K'Zan and Selenya.
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K'Zan
Squire
(pl/m/gz/W4/Du/CN)
Posts: 106
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Post by K'Zan on Sept 13, 2004 16:05:42 GMT -5
K'Zan looks at the bartender.
'This cutter next door... is it the modron?'
The word modron is almost spat out, but K'Zan just manages to get control of himself.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 13, 2004 18:30:42 GMT -5
<-- To K'Zan and Selenya only -->
The bartender looks back to K'Zan
No, no. Not that box. He's a graybeard of some sort, a human I think. Comes in here every once in a while and recruits bashers. Ferrick's his name. Lucius Ferrick.
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 13, 2004 20:31:50 GMT -5
Canderous reads it thoroughly. Though he was illiterate for most of his life, he quickly learned that being able to read is essential to an adventurer.
After making sure he wasn't signing for something he wasn't prepared for, his soul or anything in between He signed the papers.
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Kaygor
Peasant
Rogue Modron
Posts: 19
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Post by Kaygor on Sept 13, 2004 22:36:49 GMT -5
<-- To Arcaneye only -->
Excellent, Mr... Canderous says the modron, looking through the papers and stuffing them into his backpack I would enjoy starting the task immediately, however, I must know what skills you possess in order to assess if we will require additional aid.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 13, 2004 22:48:59 GMT -5
<-- To Spec the Damned only -->
Your name means nothing! spat out the second elf, seemingly the senior of the two You will earn your name when you have proven yourself. Until then you are but a mutt to me.
With a practiced speed and draw that seemed as a blur to Spec's eyes, the elf pulled a long dagger from his bandolier and threw it at the table before Spec. The green steel blade made a half spin before thudding into the wooden surface, barely an inch from shooting pass the edge and into Spec's torso.
I am Naylo the Stonebreaker, blademaster of my legion. Learn it well, mutt. he said slowly, eyes unwaveringly set on Spec's visage This is your test. Take that knife and in one move, slit my throat.
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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 14, 2004 3:17:47 GMT -5
Spec picks up the dagger, expecting a large red-plated Mercykiller to approach him from somewhere. He studies it a bit and nods approvingly. Yet he tosses the dagger back across the table to the elf hoping to cause the act to throw him off his guard. He looks at the elf noting where his neck lies. Suddenly he thrusts his left hand out engulfing the table in blackness and dives across the table drawing his own dagger and thrusting it before him, aiming it right toward the elf's throat.
He whispers to the elf, "Boo..."
(ooc: at the last second he'll hold off and just let the dagger lie across his throat)
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K'Zan
Squire
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Posts: 106
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Post by K'Zan on Sept 14, 2004 3:56:12 GMT -5
K'Zan starts to get up.
'I think it would be good to speak with this Ferrick. Selenya? I am sure Spec can handle himself for the moment.'
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Selenya
Squire
Planeshifter
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Post by Selenya on Sept 14, 2004 7:39:36 GMT -5
”I suppose you are right… ” Selenya said to K’Zan, casting one last look at the table where Spec talked with the elves…
…Only to see that it was now engulfed into the darkness!
”Nine Hells!” Selenya couldn’t help swearing aloud, as she bolted from her chair…
…But Selenya immediately realized that there was nothing she could do to help Spec; the darkness not only prevented her from seeing what was going on inside of it, it also didn’t allow her to help Spec with her magic without risking to do more harm then good.
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