He didn't get it. He was really fucking stupid. Rue stared down at the gnome, that brief moment of potential popped easy like a knife in someone's eyeball. The gnome thought there was a negotiation! He thought that he had a choice, that he could assert his will into a knife fight and get through it without his guts hanging down past his knees!
Three steps, and Rue had her hand fisted in the back of his shirt. She put her other hand in his hair, and dragged him up to the wall of the closed tavern.
"Nah, mate, yer in for a cold reality. Lemme get you the first rule: money talks. An' you just blew yer first loaded roll. See, now I gotta play rough, all 'cause yer pride is hanging down by yer stones 'stead a up in yer skull."
She jerked his head forward, and then back against the wall to illustrate her point. Not hard enough to do serious work -- she weren't getting paid for that -- just enough to show who held the power.
"My job is t'get you there quick. So that's what we're gonna do."
Rue started to walk with him, though truth saw she wrestled him along side her, muscles bulging to contain his struggles.
Tough Luck
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- Name: Rue Yoger and Sagath
Re: Tough Luck
"Fucking bitch! Get off of me!"
Egg struggled, fought, kicked, spat, tried to bite, everything he could do. She could drag him anywhere she wanted to. That didn't mean jack, he didn't have to work for her boss, talk to her, and he damn sure wasn't paying anyone a damn thing. Drawing back, he punched her in the knee as hard as he could.
"Let go of me! I'll invent something that turns you inside out, bakes your bones inside your skin!"
The longer she grabbed him, the more he struggled. Egg may not be strong as some, but he was big and knew how to throw his weight around. The very act of keeping a hold of him was enough for him to be able to swing and jerk his body around. She was going to regret this. He knew he should have cut his damned hair! He had even thought about shaving his head last night, but had decided to put it off until today.
Damn my laziness, and damn this bitch to the Pits!
Egg struggled, fought, kicked, spat, tried to bite, everything he could do. She could drag him anywhere she wanted to. That didn't mean jack, he didn't have to work for her boss, talk to her, and he damn sure wasn't paying anyone a damn thing. Drawing back, he punched her in the knee as hard as he could.
"Let go of me! I'll invent something that turns you inside out, bakes your bones inside your skin!"
The longer she grabbed him, the more he struggled. Egg may not be strong as some, but he was big and knew how to throw his weight around. The very act of keeping a hold of him was enough for him to be able to swing and jerk his body around. She was going to regret this. He knew he should have cut his damned hair! He had even thought about shaving his head last night, but had decided to put it off until today.
Damn my laziness, and damn this bitch to the Pits!
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- Name: Rue Yoger and Sagath
Re: Tough Luck
Egg was weak. Rue's base nature took care o' weak shits, it was how she grown up, but that didn't mean whole uncapable. Mostly stupid, his limp wristed punches, but his knuckles was hard and knees were weak spots. Rue'd crippled some dumb bastard before with a good hard kick to the side of the knee. Egg weren't strong enough to cripple her but fuck'tall if it didn't hurt.
Her knee bent, and they was on the edge of falling 'fore she put her weight on him. He buckled, pissy as a wet cat, and she used the momentum to push him into the ground. Egg clawed at her wrists, eyes bulging, mouth snarlin', and seeing him so mad made a little warm spot bloom in her chest. Rue grinned at him all twisted bared teeth, thin lines of pain decorating her forearms. Blood striped her arms, and for a moment they stared death at each other.
Prissy little shit wasn't as bad fighting. Rue reveled in her power over him, in the bunched strength of her muscles before she hauled him back up a little weaker and they continued down.
The Hammer had a cellar out back in a narrow dead-end alley. Kept locked, usually, but the men had a purpose and it was open for her. Getting them down was a trick; Egg got his feet in her gut and after a moment spet breathless he broke from her. He'd grabbed the ladder when she wrenched him down, punching him in the gut so he sagged a little and was quiet as she took him down a trapdoor and into dark and dank tunnels.
He recovered enough to give her a split lip, headbutting her in the chin. When they reached the room for the meeting Rue was dribbling blood and limping, and had much less admiration for the little shit. The room was empty of her bosses, and Rue finally got his hands wrestled up behind his back. She dint see no reason to let him sit. Planes, she dint trust him to sit. She had him tight enough that she could look around narrow eyed with a mouth full of tangy blood. She spat, sucked residual blood from her teeth and spat again. She felt the sore spots in her mouth with her tongue, probed her lip, tasted more blood.
The room was dark, lit by a single lantern that guttered low. It was hewn from rock and dirt haphazardly; no fine touches here. Just the way it should be, Rue thought: it suited her just fine. The floor was rough and untouched by any prissy rugs or rushes. There were lumps along the far edges of the room, but the light didn't reach and Rue dint care one way or 'nother what might be hiding. What was visible was a battered square table, with a chair along each side and one extra sitting haphazard at a corner. The chairs were worse off than the table. One didn't look like it'd even hold weight.
There was pages on the table with writing that Rue couldn't read. A pen sat in an inkwell, and a lump of something sat on the pages to keep 'em down.
"This is the shitter," Rue muttered.
Her knee bent, and they was on the edge of falling 'fore she put her weight on him. He buckled, pissy as a wet cat, and she used the momentum to push him into the ground. Egg clawed at her wrists, eyes bulging, mouth snarlin', and seeing him so mad made a little warm spot bloom in her chest. Rue grinned at him all twisted bared teeth, thin lines of pain decorating her forearms. Blood striped her arms, and for a moment they stared death at each other.
Prissy little shit wasn't as bad fighting. Rue reveled in her power over him, in the bunched strength of her muscles before she hauled him back up a little weaker and they continued down.
The Hammer had a cellar out back in a narrow dead-end alley. Kept locked, usually, but the men had a purpose and it was open for her. Getting them down was a trick; Egg got his feet in her gut and after a moment spet breathless he broke from her. He'd grabbed the ladder when she wrenched him down, punching him in the gut so he sagged a little and was quiet as she took him down a trapdoor and into dark and dank tunnels.
He recovered enough to give her a split lip, headbutting her in the chin. When they reached the room for the meeting Rue was dribbling blood and limping, and had much less admiration for the little shit. The room was empty of her bosses, and Rue finally got his hands wrestled up behind his back. She dint see no reason to let him sit. Planes, she dint trust him to sit. She had him tight enough that she could look around narrow eyed with a mouth full of tangy blood. She spat, sucked residual blood from her teeth and spat again. She felt the sore spots in her mouth with her tongue, probed her lip, tasted more blood.
The room was dark, lit by a single lantern that guttered low. It was hewn from rock and dirt haphazardly; no fine touches here. Just the way it should be, Rue thought: it suited her just fine. The floor was rough and untouched by any prissy rugs or rushes. There were lumps along the far edges of the room, but the light didn't reach and Rue dint care one way or 'nother what might be hiding. What was visible was a battered square table, with a chair along each side and one extra sitting haphazard at a corner. The chairs were worse off than the table. One didn't look like it'd even hold weight.
There was pages on the table with writing that Rue couldn't read. A pen sat in an inkwell, and a lump of something sat on the pages to keep 'em down.
"This is the shitter," Rue muttered.
Re: Tough Luck
Egg heard her mutter something, but his head was ringing too badly for him to understand. That headbutt had cost him, and so had the choking. He was weak and she was strong, but he hadn't given up yet and he wouldn't. This bullshit would not continue. They were both bleeding and he could feel the rushing of blood to various body parts that usually foreshadowed deep bruises. His muscles hurt, his head hurt, his knuckles hurt. He had bitten down on his own lip when he had thrown his head into hers, and it would not stop bleeding. It was a deep missing chunk, but he did not miss it. The blow he had struck more than made up for it. Her blood was the payment he was exacting.
This was a wake up call. Some of his acquaintances had been telling him he needed to get in better shape or learn to use a knife to protect himself better. He had even thought of making a small, easy to hide projectile weapon, but he hadn't even began to get the mechanics worked on yet. still, he had given something. Now his arms were wrenched up behind his back, and he was in some slime pit at the cellar of the Hammer. The table and chairs looked like shit, the text on the paper was too far away to read, and his shoulders hurt. The day had started well, went to strange, then terrifying, and now uncomfortable and painful. All he wanted to do was make beer and build things to help peoples lives. And now here he was, most likely going to be injured even more or killed by a group of hooligans.
He thought of his options. There could be someone there, in the shadows, waiting to speak. There could be no one, but she still had his arms trapped. He could try to escape and may make it to the ladder and climb out of here, but he probably wouldn't make it very far. If he made it out, she'd probably chase him down and either beat him into a coma or beat him to death. He didn't really want to die, not in such a way, but he didn't want to make something for a criminal and then have his throat slit in this dingy little shit hole. He'd met a barbarian once, nice enough chap, who had said that it wasn't dying that should worry a man, but how one had lived before he met his end.
Egg had some things he regretted, sure. He should have tried to get to know his father better, he had never been with a woman, he wished he had more friends. At the same time, he had created things for people, to help their lives. Big Jim would be receiving the braces tomorrow that would help his son walk without a limp, he had invented numerous things to help the little ones of the area and their families. He had created beer that brought joy to the people that drunk it, and he had shared in late nights with good drink and food, shaking the rafters of buildings with their drunken songs.
"Heh... going blind anyways." He muttered as his lifted his foot and viciously stomped on her foot, where the ankle and foot met, the hard heel of his boot smashing into it with a cruel edge. Egg pulled another headbutt move, and the fact she jerked forward when he stomped made him connect with her nose, stars and a flash blooming in his head as he connected. He tugged forward hard, using his weight to free fall out of her grasp and make his run for the exit. For a split second, he thought about jumping on her back and wrapping his arms around her throat until he had choked every last hateful breath from her body and not even her anger could keep her heart beating. It wasn't in his heart to kill, but neither was it in his heart to be hunted. The little fat gnome bore down on her with his weight, wrapping his arm around her throat and putting pressure on her airway by pulling it back towards him, hoping his forearm would be long enough to block what he needed.
This was a wake up call. Some of his acquaintances had been telling him he needed to get in better shape or learn to use a knife to protect himself better. He had even thought of making a small, easy to hide projectile weapon, but he hadn't even began to get the mechanics worked on yet. still, he had given something. Now his arms were wrenched up behind his back, and he was in some slime pit at the cellar of the Hammer. The table and chairs looked like shit, the text on the paper was too far away to read, and his shoulders hurt. The day had started well, went to strange, then terrifying, and now uncomfortable and painful. All he wanted to do was make beer and build things to help peoples lives. And now here he was, most likely going to be injured even more or killed by a group of hooligans.
He thought of his options. There could be someone there, in the shadows, waiting to speak. There could be no one, but she still had his arms trapped. He could try to escape and may make it to the ladder and climb out of here, but he probably wouldn't make it very far. If he made it out, she'd probably chase him down and either beat him into a coma or beat him to death. He didn't really want to die, not in such a way, but he didn't want to make something for a criminal and then have his throat slit in this dingy little shit hole. He'd met a barbarian once, nice enough chap, who had said that it wasn't dying that should worry a man, but how one had lived before he met his end.
Egg had some things he regretted, sure. He should have tried to get to know his father better, he had never been with a woman, he wished he had more friends. At the same time, he had created things for people, to help their lives. Big Jim would be receiving the braces tomorrow that would help his son walk without a limp, he had invented numerous things to help the little ones of the area and their families. He had created beer that brought joy to the people that drunk it, and he had shared in late nights with good drink and food, shaking the rafters of buildings with their drunken songs.
"Heh... going blind anyways." He muttered as his lifted his foot and viciously stomped on her foot, where the ankle and foot met, the hard heel of his boot smashing into it with a cruel edge. Egg pulled another headbutt move, and the fact she jerked forward when he stomped made him connect with her nose, stars and a flash blooming in his head as he connected. He tugged forward hard, using his weight to free fall out of her grasp and make his run for the exit. For a split second, he thought about jumping on her back and wrapping his arms around her throat until he had choked every last hateful breath from her body and not even her anger could keep her heart beating. It wasn't in his heart to kill, but neither was it in his heart to be hunted. The little fat gnome bore down on her with his weight, wrapping his arm around her throat and putting pressure on her airway by pulling it back towards him, hoping his forearm would be long enough to block what he needed.
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- Name: Rue Yoger and Sagath
Re: Tough Luck
Rue was going to be bruised. If he'd hit her ankle right, it'd be on the bone. She'd gotten bruised on the bone before, and them bitches took forever and a day to heal. As it was, she'd be limpin' for the day. That pissed her off.
He'd just tightened his arm around her throat when she toppled them both back, adding an elbow crashing back to his ribs. His grip loosened up enough for her to grab his elbow and his wrist. She rolled them so he was playin' monkey on her back again, and slipped her head under from his grip. He went down to the floor, and she put a foot on the back of one of his knees. She held on to his elbow and wrist as she moved, pulling it back with her so his arm was held back from his body with her hand putting pressure on the elbow the wrong way it was sposed to bend.
"Move and I'll fucking break it," she leaned forward to growl in his ear, pushing a bit harder on his elbow to get the point across.
"Rue!"
She looked up, feeling blood dribbling down her face but without a free hand to wipe it off. Yoger. That little shit.
"Rue, what are you doing? Get off him! Changers take you, what did you do?" Yoger's voice kept going higher and higher, 'till he sounded as gelded as a cut horse. He rushed into the room, and tugged at her shoulder. She glared at him. "They said to be firm, not to beat him up. You're a fucking piece of work, Rue, is all you know how to do is punch people 'till they listen to you?"
"Shut up," she snarled.
"Well get the fuck off him! Sir, are you okay? She didn't break anything, did she?"
He'd just tightened his arm around her throat when she toppled them both back, adding an elbow crashing back to his ribs. His grip loosened up enough for her to grab his elbow and his wrist. She rolled them so he was playin' monkey on her back again, and slipped her head under from his grip. He went down to the floor, and she put a foot on the back of one of his knees. She held on to his elbow and wrist as she moved, pulling it back with her so his arm was held back from his body with her hand putting pressure on the elbow the wrong way it was sposed to bend.
"Move and I'll fucking break it," she leaned forward to growl in his ear, pushing a bit harder on his elbow to get the point across.
"Rue!"
She looked up, feeling blood dribbling down her face but without a free hand to wipe it off. Yoger. That little shit.
"Rue, what are you doing? Get off him! Changers take you, what did you do?" Yoger's voice kept going higher and higher, 'till he sounded as gelded as a cut horse. He rushed into the room, and tugged at her shoulder. She glared at him. "They said to be firm, not to beat him up. You're a fucking piece of work, Rue, is all you know how to do is punch people 'till they listen to you?"
"Shut up," she snarled.
"Well get the fuck off him! Sir, are you okay? She didn't break anything, did she?"
Re: Tough Luck
Egg spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. He eyed up the newcomer. Why hadn't they sent this guy? He had a whine in his voice that told Egg he would have been easier to deal with, and much more on the ingratiating side of diplomatic. Instead, they had sent the bruiser who had made Egg get in more fist fights in a day than in his entire life. She still had his arm in a vice grip, bending his elbow in a way that hurt, a lot.
He used his tongue to feel the cut on his inner cheek, brushing against a loose molar as he did. Damn it. He liked his teeth, and here she was, breaking them. Though to be fair, he might have done it with his head butts. Or falling while fighting. He was going to blame it on her though. As a matter of fact, everything bad that happened for today and the rest of his life would be blamed on this one woman. A tad bit unfair, but it made him feel better at least.
"No nothing's broke, but not for lack of trying. Are you going to get this lummox off of me or are we going to conduct whatever business that I am most likely going to refuse with her fat ass sitting on top of me?"
Egg glared. Granted, it looked kind of funny, but he was angry, he was bloody, and he was dirty. He really didn't give a shit anymore.
"Well? Do I have to head butt you so you move or are you just going to look at me with your mouth open wide enough for us all to walk into?"
Changers. I just want a bath and a beer. Or seventeen beers while taking a bath.
He used his tongue to feel the cut on his inner cheek, brushing against a loose molar as he did. Damn it. He liked his teeth, and here she was, breaking them. Though to be fair, he might have done it with his head butts. Or falling while fighting. He was going to blame it on her though. As a matter of fact, everything bad that happened for today and the rest of his life would be blamed on this one woman. A tad bit unfair, but it made him feel better at least.
"No nothing's broke, but not for lack of trying. Are you going to get this lummox off of me or are we going to conduct whatever business that I am most likely going to refuse with her fat ass sitting on top of me?"
Egg glared. Granted, it looked kind of funny, but he was angry, he was bloody, and he was dirty. He really didn't give a shit anymore.
"Well? Do I have to head butt you so you move or are you just going to look at me with your mouth open wide enough for us all to walk into?"
Changers. I just want a bath and a beer. Or seventeen beers while taking a bath.
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Ulfric Vorstag
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Re: Tough Luck
Cahan's smithing shop had suddenly closed for the day. The forge had been fired up earlier and the coles steamed on top of the fiery pit. Bits of iron and steel laid scattered around the foot of the grindstone. The work bench was littered with broken handles and a splintered bow, proving that he must have been called away suddenly. Inside the shop Cyril and Keeva, Cahan's most trusted companions, stood guard in front of the door that led into the spare parts room.
The room that was used to house spare parts along with forged weapons and stolen goods to be distributed on the black market. But today it had a different use and one that wouldn't soon be forgotten. Kaylin, a fellow thief and friend of Keeva, had been caught stealing from Cahan's clients. A very poor decision and one that Cahan wouldn't take lightly. She was quickly apprehended and placed in the room, where Cahan was now interrogating her. Loud noises could be heard from within the room, cries of pain and anger seeped through the door and rang inside Keeva's ears. She frowned, her eyes narrows as she slammed her fist into the table in front of her.
"That stupid girl! What could she had been thinking?"
Cyril folded his arms as he stood in front of the table where Keeva sat. He grunted and rubbed his fingers through his beard. His eyes were focused on her with a sarcastic grin on his face, yet just as serious as always when he spoke."I told Cahan that is was a bad idea to bring her in.....Never trust a thief."
Keeva scoffed, and raised a finger toward Cyril and his disrespect for her craft. "I'm also a thief Cyril..Did you forget that?"
Cyril snorted and folded his arms back into his chest. "If I recall...I had the same conversation with him when he let you in."
Keeva quickly stood up to face Cyril, her eyes were full of anger and she clinched her fist in protest raising them for him to see. "Why you arrogant piece of....!" She paused as a loud scream broke her concentration. Cyril chuckled and rubbed his beard a second time. "It seems like Cahan is finally getting down to business."
Inside the room behind the locked door, two tables set apart on either side of the room, one of them was an old work bench and the other a table that was once in the front room of the shop, both of them were now littered with sharp metal instruments. Crates were lined up along one of the walls and against the other were two wooden shelves that held materials for smithing work.
In the middle of the room a pair of shackles hung from a brass ring bolted into the ceiling. Hanging dainty from the shackles was a young elven woman, her hair was wet, matted to her head, and her skin bruised, redden and covered with sweat. Her clothes had been ripped, torn beyond the strength of the fabric that held the seams together making it easy for anyone to see the naked flesh shivering beneath the tattered rags. Cahan stood in front of her with a look of anger and frustration on his face.
He brought his fist together and rubbed at his knuckles before reaching for her, tightly grasping her face into his hands as he stared deeply into her tearful eyes. " I don't enjoy this... I don't....but you stole from my clients. From ME! After I gave you a purpose. A life!" At his words of anger the woman jumped, her tears streamed lightly down her cheeks and mixed with the sweat on her neck and chest. She was afraid and anger swelled inside her but she chose not to speak.
He turned away from her, walking over to the table closest to them. He slowly moved his hand along the assortment of instruments he had assembled on the table top. He stopped short toward the middle of the table taking from it a wooden cane. Lifting the cane into the air, he moved it around a bit feeling it's lightness and swift motion as it cut through the air in front of him. He flicked his wrist, turning the cane in his hand resting it on his shoulder, as he turned back to the woman hanging helplessly before him.
"All right, let's start again. You're going to tell me exactly what you did with the items that you stole and it had better be the truth. Because if it isn't, I think you know what will happen."
The corner of his mouth twisted into a frown as he quickly slipped the cane off his shoulder, thrusting the butt if it into her chest. Kaylin jumped, her back arched as the air was pushed out of her lungs and she found herself gasping for air. Cahan closed his eyes. a faint sigh escaped his lips before he started to chuckle and removed the cane. Slowly he circled her, lightly tapping her abdomen, thighs, and back with the cane as he continued to try to force a confession out of her. " You know, I'm really not a bad man. I try to help people. People like us!"
"You brought this on yourself...Don't you understand? What we do here is not just for my benefit, but for us all." He continued to circle her, still tapping at parts of her body with the wooden cane that he wielded. He stopped just in front of her, chuckling at the situation . "You're going to have to speak sooner or later.....Why prolong your agony?" Still the woman did not speak, choosing instead to lower her head and look away. Whether for fear or guilt she held her tongue. How they had learned of her secret dealings she did not know, but given the fact that she was now being held in his shop and beaten meant that they didn't know where she had hid the items.
He walked away from her again, going back to the table taking from it a cup of water. The cup had been sitting out for some time, loosing it's freshness and yet because of the weather it was still slightly cool. He returned to the weeping girl, dipping his finger into the cup allowing the water to dampen his finger which he placed against her lips to moisten them. "There, is that better girl?" The woman licked her lips taking in the water as if she had been starved of it for days. Again she turned from him, still unwilling to speak or admit her wrong doing. Glaring at her, Cahan turned away again placing the cup back on the table and once again he took up the cane to continue.
"Keeva had great faith in you..in your ability. She said such great things about you and this is how you repay her?"
Walking closer to her, his eyes narrowed as he pressed the butt of the cane against her neck. "Is your voice broken? Can you no longer speak!" The woman gasped and choked, her body twitching in the bonds that held her in place. He lips twisted mischievously as he slowly removed the cane from the place he had so tightly held it. He once again turned to the table, dropping off the cane as he began to search for yet another instrument to use in his taming of the young redheaded elf.
It only took him a moment and he had already found his next weapon of choice. He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at Kaylin who watched his every step. His mouth curved upward as he imagined the surprised look she would have once she saw what he had. He turned around to face her, his arm hung limp at his side, making no attempt to hide the flogger held tightly in his hand. Again he moved around her, dragging the lengthy, leather bound straps across the floor beneath them.
"Luckily for you, I am in a giving mood today so I will give you one last time to confess and tell me where you hid the items you stole. Now speak!"
He yelled throwing back his arm and twisting his hips as he brought the leather straps sharply down upon her back. Kaylin threw back her head, eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open as she cried out in pain. Her legs trembled beneath her and if it wasn't for the shackles holding her up, she would have collapsed easily. "Please! No more..no more!" she finally cried out.
Cahan paused, staring at her a bit perplexed and lowered the whip to his side as he stepped around to face her. "So it seems that you can speak. Now why don't you tell me where you hid the items and this will all be over." He hissed twisting his arm, wrapping the thick leather straps around her hip. Another loud cry was forced from her aching body as she was thrashed again.
He moved away from her, circling around her as he did before, lightly slapping the leather straps against her flesh watching as her body twitched and jumped at the roughness of the leather. Kaylin watched him as much as she could before he disappeared from her view. He stopped behind her, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her body back against his. Smiling he leaned his head against hers, enjoying the feel of her soft, red hair against his cheek as he tightly gripped the flesh at her hips.
"I had such high hopes for you...Keeva had hopes for you as well. Just tell me where you hid them and this will all have been nothing more than a bad dream."
Kaylin remained silent, her heart pounded in her chest and her legs trembled harder as she readied herself for more pain. He frowned moving his hand up tightly gripped her throat, his fingers almost locking around her skinny neck. "Do you mock me girl? Do you think me a fool?"
Releasing his hold on the frightened young woman, he stepped back taking in a deep breath before letting loose. Violently swinging his arm, he sent the leather straps sharply against her body again, it's crisp, laces slashing into the flesh on her backside and thighs. Kaylin screamed and cried out, her body twitching and jumping with each slash of leather. He continued his personal crusade for minutes before finding himself exhausted and collapsed against the wall behind them. Kaylin panted, her body shook and she felt a cold chill and the air in the room kissing at her wounds. Resting against the wall, Cahan stared at the quivering figure in front of him. The new shade of crimson that stained her snow white skin mixed well with the fiery red hair flowing down her shoulders.
"Okay...okay. I'll tell you." She finally said giving in to the pain and fear. Cahan pushed his back against the wall to steady himself as he slowly returned to his feet. Stepping off the wall he brought his hand to his shoulder, massaging away the tightness he gained from swinging the flogger. Again he walked around her, heading back to the table tossing the flogger on it. He leaned against the edge of the table, palms open, fingers spread as he stared at the collection of instruments before turning back to face the battered woman.
"You are a fool Kaylin, you could have told me this from the start and saved yourself from all of this....Then again, if you hadn't stolen from me, none of this would have been necessary."
Cahan pushed himself away from the table, slowly extending his arms a bit as he approached Kaylin. He reached out placing a hand on both sides of her head as he brought his forehead to rest against hers. He stared intensely into her eyes as if looking for some sign of remorse before closing his eyes to her. His hands pressed tightly, putting pressure on her head and finally upon removing his head he lighten his touch. "Now then, tell me where?" He said in a very light tone. Kaylin watched him closely, her eyes were drawn into his and she wondered if he would kill her after she told him what he wanted to know. "I-I left it all in The Split Tumbler. There's a room in the back....I hid it between the boards in the ceiling."
Holding her head up, he gave himself a better look at the woman who's tears streamed steadily down the back of his fingers. She was a very beautiful elf and an impressive thief. But she allowed her greed to control her which left Cahan with no further use for her. He removed his hands from her face and walked around her once again. "I won't kill you but if I ever see you in Marn again, I won't be held responsible.....you understand."
Standing behind her he gripped her hips, arching her back against his chest as he slowly moved his hands up her abdomen, trailing the length of her arms until he reached the shackles that held them. He retrieved a small key that he had hidden inside the sleeve of his shirt and inserted it into the small hole on each cuff to unlock them. As he released her, he watched as her body fell limp to the floor. She panted, a sigh of belief washed over her and she slowly pulled herself to her knees.
"T-Thank you Cahan."
Cahan Stood over her, looking down upon her as if she were some form of pest. "You will take Keeva to the Split Tumbler and give her everything that you've hidden there." With those final words he walked to the door and left the room. Kaylin watched him until he was out of the room and just as she started to move, she gave in to her injuries and fainted.
In the front of the shop Cahan was greeted by Cyril and Keeva who were eager to learn of what happened. Keeva was the first to speak being worried more about herself and what Cahan thought of her than the health of her friend. "Did she tell you anything?"
Cahan smiled lightly in her direction, letting her know that he didn't blame her for being associated with Kaylin. After all it was her who brought the women into the fold, but Cahan wasn't the type to place one person's mistakes on others.
"Take her to The Split Tumbler, if she's telling the truth you should find everything she owes us, if not...finish her and dump her body in the Ofriyu Mar."
Cyril frowned, snorted louder and slammed his fist into the table top. "If you ask me, we should have done that to begin with. You can never trust a thief Cahan."
Keeva frowned taking more of Cyril's insults but decided not to attack him, instead she left and headed into the room where Kaylin laid. Cahan walked over to Cyril and lightly patted his shoulder. "You my friend are coming with me...We have a meeting to attend."
The room that was used to house spare parts along with forged weapons and stolen goods to be distributed on the black market. But today it had a different use and one that wouldn't soon be forgotten. Kaylin, a fellow thief and friend of Keeva, had been caught stealing from Cahan's clients. A very poor decision and one that Cahan wouldn't take lightly. She was quickly apprehended and placed in the room, where Cahan was now interrogating her. Loud noises could be heard from within the room, cries of pain and anger seeped through the door and rang inside Keeva's ears. She frowned, her eyes narrows as she slammed her fist into the table in front of her.
"That stupid girl! What could she had been thinking?"
Cyril folded his arms as he stood in front of the table where Keeva sat. He grunted and rubbed his fingers through his beard. His eyes were focused on her with a sarcastic grin on his face, yet just as serious as always when he spoke."I told Cahan that is was a bad idea to bring her in.....Never trust a thief."
Keeva scoffed, and raised a finger toward Cyril and his disrespect for her craft. "I'm also a thief Cyril..Did you forget that?"
Cyril snorted and folded his arms back into his chest. "If I recall...I had the same conversation with him when he let you in."
Keeva quickly stood up to face Cyril, her eyes were full of anger and she clinched her fist in protest raising them for him to see. "Why you arrogant piece of....!" She paused as a loud scream broke her concentration. Cyril chuckled and rubbed his beard a second time. "It seems like Cahan is finally getting down to business."
Inside the room behind the locked door, two tables set apart on either side of the room, one of them was an old work bench and the other a table that was once in the front room of the shop, both of them were now littered with sharp metal instruments. Crates were lined up along one of the walls and against the other were two wooden shelves that held materials for smithing work.
In the middle of the room a pair of shackles hung from a brass ring bolted into the ceiling. Hanging dainty from the shackles was a young elven woman, her hair was wet, matted to her head, and her skin bruised, redden and covered with sweat. Her clothes had been ripped, torn beyond the strength of the fabric that held the seams together making it easy for anyone to see the naked flesh shivering beneath the tattered rags. Cahan stood in front of her with a look of anger and frustration on his face.
He brought his fist together and rubbed at his knuckles before reaching for her, tightly grasping her face into his hands as he stared deeply into her tearful eyes. " I don't enjoy this... I don't....but you stole from my clients. From ME! After I gave you a purpose. A life!" At his words of anger the woman jumped, her tears streamed lightly down her cheeks and mixed with the sweat on her neck and chest. She was afraid and anger swelled inside her but she chose not to speak.
He turned away from her, walking over to the table closest to them. He slowly moved his hand along the assortment of instruments he had assembled on the table top. He stopped short toward the middle of the table taking from it a wooden cane. Lifting the cane into the air, he moved it around a bit feeling it's lightness and swift motion as it cut through the air in front of him. He flicked his wrist, turning the cane in his hand resting it on his shoulder, as he turned back to the woman hanging helplessly before him.
"All right, let's start again. You're going to tell me exactly what you did with the items that you stole and it had better be the truth. Because if it isn't, I think you know what will happen."
The corner of his mouth twisted into a frown as he quickly slipped the cane off his shoulder, thrusting the butt if it into her chest. Kaylin jumped, her back arched as the air was pushed out of her lungs and she found herself gasping for air. Cahan closed his eyes. a faint sigh escaped his lips before he started to chuckle and removed the cane. Slowly he circled her, lightly tapping her abdomen, thighs, and back with the cane as he continued to try to force a confession out of her. " You know, I'm really not a bad man. I try to help people. People like us!"
"You brought this on yourself...Don't you understand? What we do here is not just for my benefit, but for us all." He continued to circle her, still tapping at parts of her body with the wooden cane that he wielded. He stopped just in front of her, chuckling at the situation . "You're going to have to speak sooner or later.....Why prolong your agony?" Still the woman did not speak, choosing instead to lower her head and look away. Whether for fear or guilt she held her tongue. How they had learned of her secret dealings she did not know, but given the fact that she was now being held in his shop and beaten meant that they didn't know where she had hid the items.
He walked away from her again, going back to the table taking from it a cup of water. The cup had been sitting out for some time, loosing it's freshness and yet because of the weather it was still slightly cool. He returned to the weeping girl, dipping his finger into the cup allowing the water to dampen his finger which he placed against her lips to moisten them. "There, is that better girl?" The woman licked her lips taking in the water as if she had been starved of it for days. Again she turned from him, still unwilling to speak or admit her wrong doing. Glaring at her, Cahan turned away again placing the cup back on the table and once again he took up the cane to continue.
"Keeva had great faith in you..in your ability. She said such great things about you and this is how you repay her?"
Walking closer to her, his eyes narrowed as he pressed the butt of the cane against her neck. "Is your voice broken? Can you no longer speak!" The woman gasped and choked, her body twitching in the bonds that held her in place. He lips twisted mischievously as he slowly removed the cane from the place he had so tightly held it. He once again turned to the table, dropping off the cane as he began to search for yet another instrument to use in his taming of the young redheaded elf.
It only took him a moment and he had already found his next weapon of choice. He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at Kaylin who watched his every step. His mouth curved upward as he imagined the surprised look she would have once she saw what he had. He turned around to face her, his arm hung limp at his side, making no attempt to hide the flogger held tightly in his hand. Again he moved around her, dragging the lengthy, leather bound straps across the floor beneath them.
"Luckily for you, I am in a giving mood today so I will give you one last time to confess and tell me where you hid the items you stole. Now speak!"
He yelled throwing back his arm and twisting his hips as he brought the leather straps sharply down upon her back. Kaylin threw back her head, eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open as she cried out in pain. Her legs trembled beneath her and if it wasn't for the shackles holding her up, she would have collapsed easily. "Please! No more..no more!" she finally cried out.
Cahan paused, staring at her a bit perplexed and lowered the whip to his side as he stepped around to face her. "So it seems that you can speak. Now why don't you tell me where you hid the items and this will all be over." He hissed twisting his arm, wrapping the thick leather straps around her hip. Another loud cry was forced from her aching body as she was thrashed again.
He moved away from her, circling around her as he did before, lightly slapping the leather straps against her flesh watching as her body twitched and jumped at the roughness of the leather. Kaylin watched him as much as she could before he disappeared from her view. He stopped behind her, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her body back against his. Smiling he leaned his head against hers, enjoying the feel of her soft, red hair against his cheek as he tightly gripped the flesh at her hips.
"I had such high hopes for you...Keeva had hopes for you as well. Just tell me where you hid them and this will all have been nothing more than a bad dream."
Kaylin remained silent, her heart pounded in her chest and her legs trembled harder as she readied herself for more pain. He frowned moving his hand up tightly gripped her throat, his fingers almost locking around her skinny neck. "Do you mock me girl? Do you think me a fool?"
Releasing his hold on the frightened young woman, he stepped back taking in a deep breath before letting loose. Violently swinging his arm, he sent the leather straps sharply against her body again, it's crisp, laces slashing into the flesh on her backside and thighs. Kaylin screamed and cried out, her body twitching and jumping with each slash of leather. He continued his personal crusade for minutes before finding himself exhausted and collapsed against the wall behind them. Kaylin panted, her body shook and she felt a cold chill and the air in the room kissing at her wounds. Resting against the wall, Cahan stared at the quivering figure in front of him. The new shade of crimson that stained her snow white skin mixed well with the fiery red hair flowing down her shoulders.
"Okay...okay. I'll tell you." She finally said giving in to the pain and fear. Cahan pushed his back against the wall to steady himself as he slowly returned to his feet. Stepping off the wall he brought his hand to his shoulder, massaging away the tightness he gained from swinging the flogger. Again he walked around her, heading back to the table tossing the flogger on it. He leaned against the edge of the table, palms open, fingers spread as he stared at the collection of instruments before turning back to face the battered woman.
"You are a fool Kaylin, you could have told me this from the start and saved yourself from all of this....Then again, if you hadn't stolen from me, none of this would have been necessary."
Cahan pushed himself away from the table, slowly extending his arms a bit as he approached Kaylin. He reached out placing a hand on both sides of her head as he brought his forehead to rest against hers. He stared intensely into her eyes as if looking for some sign of remorse before closing his eyes to her. His hands pressed tightly, putting pressure on her head and finally upon removing his head he lighten his touch. "Now then, tell me where?" He said in a very light tone. Kaylin watched him closely, her eyes were drawn into his and she wondered if he would kill her after she told him what he wanted to know. "I-I left it all in The Split Tumbler. There's a room in the back....I hid it between the boards in the ceiling."
Holding her head up, he gave himself a better look at the woman who's tears streamed steadily down the back of his fingers. She was a very beautiful elf and an impressive thief. But she allowed her greed to control her which left Cahan with no further use for her. He removed his hands from her face and walked around her once again. "I won't kill you but if I ever see you in Marn again, I won't be held responsible.....you understand."
Standing behind her he gripped her hips, arching her back against his chest as he slowly moved his hands up her abdomen, trailing the length of her arms until he reached the shackles that held them. He retrieved a small key that he had hidden inside the sleeve of his shirt and inserted it into the small hole on each cuff to unlock them. As he released her, he watched as her body fell limp to the floor. She panted, a sigh of belief washed over her and she slowly pulled herself to her knees.
"T-Thank you Cahan."
Cahan Stood over her, looking down upon her as if she were some form of pest. "You will take Keeva to the Split Tumbler and give her everything that you've hidden there." With those final words he walked to the door and left the room. Kaylin watched him until he was out of the room and just as she started to move, she gave in to her injuries and fainted.
In the front of the shop Cahan was greeted by Cyril and Keeva who were eager to learn of what happened. Keeva was the first to speak being worried more about herself and what Cahan thought of her than the health of her friend. "Did she tell you anything?"
Cahan smiled lightly in her direction, letting her know that he didn't blame her for being associated with Kaylin. After all it was her who brought the women into the fold, but Cahan wasn't the type to place one person's mistakes on others.
"Take her to The Split Tumbler, if she's telling the truth you should find everything she owes us, if not...finish her and dump her body in the Ofriyu Mar."
Cyril frowned, snorted louder and slammed his fist into the table top. "If you ask me, we should have done that to begin with. You can never trust a thief Cahan."
Keeva frowned taking more of Cyril's insults but decided not to attack him, instead she left and headed into the room where Kaylin laid. Cahan walked over to Cyril and lightly patted his shoulder. "You my friend are coming with me...We have a meeting to attend."
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Anther's Crew
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- Name: Rue Yoger and Sagath
Re: Tough Luck
Yoger looked from Egg to Rue and back again, his lips all blubbery like a brat's. "Rue, gerrof him."
Rue pushed forward on Egg, still close to his ear. She bared her teeth in a cat snarl, narrowed eyes locked on Yoger. "You the Boss now, eh shoelicker?"
Yoger came forward, and Rue could fair taste the fear off him, in his face and sweat, all clammy like a dead fish. He pushed at her shoulder whisker light, then harder when Rue didn't crumple. Yeah, she was their mad dog, their leashed beast. Theys didn't fuck with her, but oh his desperation sure stunk bad as anything Rue'd ever beat. "Yer hurting him Rue, that's not what y'went for. No need to headbutt noone here, sir, jes a little misunderstanding, yeah? Yeah Rue?"
Yoger was pulling all insistant beggar on her now, and she didn't like it. She didn't let no one touch her weren't ready for a black eye an' bloody mouth, and he knew it. Knew it because she'd rolled him once, long ago, rolled 'em all -- even that prissy fuck Sagath. Y'didn't touch Rue if y'didn't want to be sucking down yer own teeth.
In one smooth motion she pushed Egg into the dirt and levered up, grabbing Yoger's idiot hand with her opposite and hauling him forward. She stepped on his foot and brought him down right next t'Egg, kicking him in the stomach. "Y'want t' touch me, do ye?" She leered down at him, her voice rising in volume and pitch t' match his, the rough streets growing thick in her voice. "Y'want t' play wit' me? 'Cos I'll make you a bloody corpse bride, if that's what's darlin' t' ye. An' y'know what? For all yer precious bosom friends here claim t'want to jigger Anther out of the clinker, I heard on the street that Leeger won't mess with 'em none. Know what that means?"
"What does it mean?" The voice weren't Yoger's, and none scared either. Rue jerked around to the doorway into the room, taking a right awkward step from where she'd meant to kick Yoger again. "What are you doing?" The words were measured, steady. Rue wiped blood from her face, smearing it on her fingers and chin. She grinned.
"Means you goat fuckers're scary, 'swhat. An I'm jes makin' sure me point gets clear in. Are y'clear in yer cobwebs, Yoger?"
"Step away from them. Rafiu?"
At some unseen order a second man stepped into the room, tracking closer to Rue. She knew the posture, and she backed away with her lip curled. She remembered Rafiu, man'd kept a cudgel and a dagger at his hip, and the dagger weren't no meat sticker, 'less the meat was still capable o' bleedin.
"Y'wanna play too? Yeah, I got plenty right here," Rue raised her fists, backing up against the wall so she was clear of obstacles.
Yoger was gasping, wheezing painfully. "Egg. . .needs a doctor,"
"Dasha, fetch Katral. Rue, cease your actions now."
"'Snone of yer fuckin' business, what goes 'tween me an' the little prissy shit."
Rue pushed forward on Egg, still close to his ear. She bared her teeth in a cat snarl, narrowed eyes locked on Yoger. "You the Boss now, eh shoelicker?"
Yoger came forward, and Rue could fair taste the fear off him, in his face and sweat, all clammy like a dead fish. He pushed at her shoulder whisker light, then harder when Rue didn't crumple. Yeah, she was their mad dog, their leashed beast. Theys didn't fuck with her, but oh his desperation sure stunk bad as anything Rue'd ever beat. "Yer hurting him Rue, that's not what y'went for. No need to headbutt noone here, sir, jes a little misunderstanding, yeah? Yeah Rue?"
Yoger was pulling all insistant beggar on her now, and she didn't like it. She didn't let no one touch her weren't ready for a black eye an' bloody mouth, and he knew it. Knew it because she'd rolled him once, long ago, rolled 'em all -- even that prissy fuck Sagath. Y'didn't touch Rue if y'didn't want to be sucking down yer own teeth.
In one smooth motion she pushed Egg into the dirt and levered up, grabbing Yoger's idiot hand with her opposite and hauling him forward. She stepped on his foot and brought him down right next t'Egg, kicking him in the stomach. "Y'want t' touch me, do ye?" She leered down at him, her voice rising in volume and pitch t' match his, the rough streets growing thick in her voice. "Y'want t' play wit' me? 'Cos I'll make you a bloody corpse bride, if that's what's darlin' t' ye. An' y'know what? For all yer precious bosom friends here claim t'want to jigger Anther out of the clinker, I heard on the street that Leeger won't mess with 'em none. Know what that means?"
"What does it mean?" The voice weren't Yoger's, and none scared either. Rue jerked around to the doorway into the room, taking a right awkward step from where she'd meant to kick Yoger again. "What are you doing?" The words were measured, steady. Rue wiped blood from her face, smearing it on her fingers and chin. She grinned.
"Means you goat fuckers're scary, 'swhat. An I'm jes makin' sure me point gets clear in. Are y'clear in yer cobwebs, Yoger?"
"Step away from them. Rafiu?"
At some unseen order a second man stepped into the room, tracking closer to Rue. She knew the posture, and she backed away with her lip curled. She remembered Rafiu, man'd kept a cudgel and a dagger at his hip, and the dagger weren't no meat sticker, 'less the meat was still capable o' bleedin.
"Y'wanna play too? Yeah, I got plenty right here," Rue raised her fists, backing up against the wall so she was clear of obstacles.
Yoger was gasping, wheezing painfully. "Egg. . .needs a doctor,"
"Dasha, fetch Katral. Rue, cease your actions now."
"'Snone of yer fuckin' business, what goes 'tween me an' the little prissy shit."
Re: Tough Luck
... the little prissy shit
Egg heard that. His shoulder was screaming in pain, and the one with the whine in his voice, Yoger he thought she had said, had been put on the ground faster than he had. Much faster. Either she knew him well enough to get him easy, or he was a bit of a weakling. Well, weaker than Egg anyways. He turned around and glared at the one who had ruined his day. Rue. That was her name, Rue.
"Little prissy shit, huh? Tell that to the blood running down your ugly face, troll-woman."
The little fat gnome levered himself to his feet and stared at the new comers. The one with the weapons looked nasty, mean and dark. He reminded Egg of a poisonous snake he had seen once, hard eyes and an aura of menace around him. Egg reached up, calm on the outside, and ran his hands through his hair. A few knots and a bump, but he could probably throw his head into someone a couple more times before he was done. The way she was backed against the wall, fists still balled up, these people weren't friends, or trusted allies. Or maybe she was just a bitch, and treated everyone like shit.
These people might just be her boss though, the people she had drug him across town, beat him, broke his pencil, made him do his calculations wrong, made him, HIM, one of the nicest people in Marn, resort to violence, to see about work. He wasn't feeling like working for these people, even before she had came and got him. He was on vacation. Taking no new commissions for two weeks. Now he had to deal with all of this and get the mess sorted.
Egg sucked on the chunk of flesh hanging from his inner cheek where he had bit down. He spat the first mouthful of blood on the floor, a distracted part of his mind watching as the dust and dirt puffed up in the air as it hit. A second mouthful followed, and finally a last little bit as the bleeding stopped. He could feel a cut above his eyebrow, some scrapes and cuts along his hands and knees, the split in his lip and the other damage he could feel.
He coldly looked at the people standing in front of him. With a new found confidence that was most certainly misplaced, he knew he would fight. A certain pragmatic viewpoint told him that he would most assuredly lose, and to lose would be to die, but as he had said. He was going blind, and if he was going out, let it be tonight on terms he would create and see through. He was tired of the treatment he received from the people. They acted like they could simply treat him like they wanted, that he would be grateful to find work, oh the poor lowly gnome, he should hop and jump at the chance to work for us.
Changers damn it, he was tired of it.
He looked at each of the people in turn, and gave politeness one last shot.
"I do not need a doctor. I need to go home. As I told your associate when she first accosted me and broke me concentration at the bar, I am taking a vacation, official yesterday, filed with the Gnomish Guild of Inventors, and will not be available for any work for the next fortnight. Now, if you wouldn't mind stepping away from me so I could leave, I would be most grateful. You can contact me by normal, non-pugilistic manners in two weeks, or you can find another gnome for your needs."
And with that, Egg defiantly straightened the sash that he wore around his ample waist, stepping over the body of the still breathless Yoger, walking towards the ladder he had fought to get to.
As he passed Rue, he made a simple gesture with his hand. The gesture had a few meanings in the bars and dockside taverns, but the basic gist of it was the person who was receiving it or their mother had sex with donkeys and or trolls for a crust of bread. It made a small vindictive part of him feel better.
Egg heard that. His shoulder was screaming in pain, and the one with the whine in his voice, Yoger he thought she had said, had been put on the ground faster than he had. Much faster. Either she knew him well enough to get him easy, or he was a bit of a weakling. Well, weaker than Egg anyways. He turned around and glared at the one who had ruined his day. Rue. That was her name, Rue.
"Little prissy shit, huh? Tell that to the blood running down your ugly face, troll-woman."
The little fat gnome levered himself to his feet and stared at the new comers. The one with the weapons looked nasty, mean and dark. He reminded Egg of a poisonous snake he had seen once, hard eyes and an aura of menace around him. Egg reached up, calm on the outside, and ran his hands through his hair. A few knots and a bump, but he could probably throw his head into someone a couple more times before he was done. The way she was backed against the wall, fists still balled up, these people weren't friends, or trusted allies. Or maybe she was just a bitch, and treated everyone like shit.
These people might just be her boss though, the people she had drug him across town, beat him, broke his pencil, made him do his calculations wrong, made him, HIM, one of the nicest people in Marn, resort to violence, to see about work. He wasn't feeling like working for these people, even before she had came and got him. He was on vacation. Taking no new commissions for two weeks. Now he had to deal with all of this and get the mess sorted.
Egg sucked on the chunk of flesh hanging from his inner cheek where he had bit down. He spat the first mouthful of blood on the floor, a distracted part of his mind watching as the dust and dirt puffed up in the air as it hit. A second mouthful followed, and finally a last little bit as the bleeding stopped. He could feel a cut above his eyebrow, some scrapes and cuts along his hands and knees, the split in his lip and the other damage he could feel.
He coldly looked at the people standing in front of him. With a new found confidence that was most certainly misplaced, he knew he would fight. A certain pragmatic viewpoint told him that he would most assuredly lose, and to lose would be to die, but as he had said. He was going blind, and if he was going out, let it be tonight on terms he would create and see through. He was tired of the treatment he received from the people. They acted like they could simply treat him like they wanted, that he would be grateful to find work, oh the poor lowly gnome, he should hop and jump at the chance to work for us.
Changers damn it, he was tired of it.
He looked at each of the people in turn, and gave politeness one last shot.
"I do not need a doctor. I need to go home. As I told your associate when she first accosted me and broke me concentration at the bar, I am taking a vacation, official yesterday, filed with the Gnomish Guild of Inventors, and will not be available for any work for the next fortnight. Now, if you wouldn't mind stepping away from me so I could leave, I would be most grateful. You can contact me by normal, non-pugilistic manners in two weeks, or you can find another gnome for your needs."
And with that, Egg defiantly straightened the sash that he wore around his ample waist, stepping over the body of the still breathless Yoger, walking towards the ladder he had fought to get to.
As he passed Rue, he made a simple gesture with his hand. The gesture had a few meanings in the bars and dockside taverns, but the basic gist of it was the person who was receiving it or their mother had sex with donkeys and or trolls for a crust of bread. It made a small vindictive part of him feel better.
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Ulfric Vorstag
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- Joined: Fri Apr 27, 2012 3:42 am
- Name: Cahan
- Race: Human
Re: Tough Luck
Cahan was a head strong rebel of the people. The revolution was slowly getting under way and he was sick of the dogmatic views that the government forced upon the people and was even more disgusted with the horrid state that Marn was in. The government was far too busy worrying about matters regarding magic and holding order than to protect its own people. Cahan knew all to well the dirty underbelly of Marn and the illegal deeds going on that the guards just happened not to notice.He had become a part of it himself but once everything was set right, he wouldn't see the need for it any longer.
Once Marn had been handed over to the people, and he had enough men at his back, he would travel home and run out the bandits that plagued his people. In his mind, it wasn't completely about the final moments, but all the small steps taken in order to get there. He knew that he would succeed, he even felt it in his bones. He set out from his shop, with Cyril at his side and headed for the hammer. A plan had been put in place by the Paragon to blow up Justice Hall. Cahan's job was to find a viable candidate and convince them to build the bomb. Rue had already been instructed to collect such a person, and while Cahan wasn't sure if they'd be waiting for him, he knew that it wouldn't be long after.
As they made their way through the streets of Marn, Cahan looked on at the people who were busying themselves in different manners.
Idol chatter and hardy chuckles could be heard from the people in the near-by shops. Vendors peddling their goods in whatever fashion they chose. It was a bright, sunny day out, and although the air was cool and brought a freshness that was lacking in the shop, Cahan missed the fresh air on the open plains where he grew up. Life had been simple back then and politics wasn't something to worry about. But he lived in a different, more violent world now, and even though he his home land was never far from thought, he knew that his place was here..for now. Continuing in the direction of the Hammer, Cahan walked along side Cyril, a man who always seemed like he was in the mood for a good fight. Feeling a bit jovial, Cahan reached out and patted Cyril's shoulder.
"Cyril, try to lighten up. It's a beautiful day outside....Enjoy it."
Cyril scoffed and brushed the back side of his hand across his nose. He narrowed his eyes to the people walking in the streets, as if daring any one of them to step in his path. "What's so beautiful about it? We're going under ground like rats to convince some gnome to work for us. In my day, if we wanted something done, we go out and take care of it ourselves."
He frowned as he glared at a passing guard who was shamelessly flirting with a teenage girl.
Disgusting sloths.....If I had my way I'd.
Cahan chuckled as he looked back toward Cyril, who had started to walk a bit slower and was looking around himself. "These are different times my friend. The old ways aren't effective anymore. Even if they were, we would still lose because the numbers are not in our favor. "
Cyril scoffed again and tightly gripped the handle of the sword at his hip. Glaring about him a bit more, he then turned back toward Cahan."Numbers be damned. I say we march in and bring the place down to the ground ourselves. For that matter, why don't we just pound that little snot into the ground and force him to do it for us?"
Cahan smiled and rubbed at his beard as he took in Cyril's words. He knew Cyril to be a hot head of sorts, but his heart was in the right place. "I'm surprised to hear you speak of such deeds, I thought you had friends among the gnome?"
Cyril spat and rubbed at his shoulders as if nursing an old injury. "It's not as simple as that, and just because I befriended a few gnomes doesn't mean that I like them all. I don't think you're taking this meeting as seriously as you should Cahan. Gnomes are known for being stubborn and especially this one from what I heard. We may have to resort to more physical means."
Cahan stopped and turned back to face Cyril. He leaned his head in slightly and reached out lightly squeezing Cyril's upper shoulder with one hand as he spoke in a lower tone. "We'll do what is needed to convince him, of that you can be sure. But we don't want him injured in which he would be of no use to us. Not to worry, there is not a job that I don't take seriously."
Turning around, Cahan continued walking toward the hammer with Cyril close behind. Soon they came upon the hammer and made their way into the alley and slipped into the cellar. Once inside they made their way down the ladder and into the dark tunnels beneath. The air was dank and smelled of sewage. Cyril scoffed again, angered that he had to travel down into such a place. "I can't believe it....crawling down into a tunnel like a fifty rat. If those fools hadn't have gotten themselves locked up we wouldn't be down here. This meeting had better work or I'm going to have to start bashing heads."
Cahan smiled and held back a chuckle as he continued to the location. "I'm sure that it will, and if not then I guess you'll be getting your wish." Pausing, Cahan listened as he heard voices echoing faintly through the tunnel. "It's looks like they've already arrived. Come Cyril." Cahan demanded as he moved down the tunnel to the room at the end.
"Sounds like the fun has already begun, we can't have that now, can we?" Cyril said with a grunt as he followed behind Cahan. Stepping inside the door way, Cahan first noticed Dasha and Rafiu, who were standing closer to the doorway. Looking down he noticed the gnome slowly walking toward him. His face was bruised and clothing was dirty. Cahan then raised his eyes further to the back and saw a bloody Rue standing close to Yoger who was on the ground.
"Looks like someone beat you to it Cyril.....Watch the door."
Cahan said as he moved further into the room looking the people over, but mostly staring between Rue and the gnome. "If I had gotten here any later, I might have found you all dead. Care to explain what the hell happened?...Anyone?"
Once Marn had been handed over to the people, and he had enough men at his back, he would travel home and run out the bandits that plagued his people. In his mind, it wasn't completely about the final moments, but all the small steps taken in order to get there. He knew that he would succeed, he even felt it in his bones. He set out from his shop, with Cyril at his side and headed for the hammer. A plan had been put in place by the Paragon to blow up Justice Hall. Cahan's job was to find a viable candidate and convince them to build the bomb. Rue had already been instructed to collect such a person, and while Cahan wasn't sure if they'd be waiting for him, he knew that it wouldn't be long after.
As they made their way through the streets of Marn, Cahan looked on at the people who were busying themselves in different manners.
Idol chatter and hardy chuckles could be heard from the people in the near-by shops. Vendors peddling their goods in whatever fashion they chose. It was a bright, sunny day out, and although the air was cool and brought a freshness that was lacking in the shop, Cahan missed the fresh air on the open plains where he grew up. Life had been simple back then and politics wasn't something to worry about. But he lived in a different, more violent world now, and even though he his home land was never far from thought, he knew that his place was here..for now. Continuing in the direction of the Hammer, Cahan walked along side Cyril, a man who always seemed like he was in the mood for a good fight. Feeling a bit jovial, Cahan reached out and patted Cyril's shoulder.
"Cyril, try to lighten up. It's a beautiful day outside....Enjoy it."
Cyril scoffed and brushed the back side of his hand across his nose. He narrowed his eyes to the people walking in the streets, as if daring any one of them to step in his path. "What's so beautiful about it? We're going under ground like rats to convince some gnome to work for us. In my day, if we wanted something done, we go out and take care of it ourselves."
He frowned as he glared at a passing guard who was shamelessly flirting with a teenage girl.
Disgusting sloths.....If I had my way I'd.
Cahan chuckled as he looked back toward Cyril, who had started to walk a bit slower and was looking around himself. "These are different times my friend. The old ways aren't effective anymore. Even if they were, we would still lose because the numbers are not in our favor. "
Cyril scoffed again and tightly gripped the handle of the sword at his hip. Glaring about him a bit more, he then turned back toward Cahan."Numbers be damned. I say we march in and bring the place down to the ground ourselves. For that matter, why don't we just pound that little snot into the ground and force him to do it for us?"
Cahan smiled and rubbed at his beard as he took in Cyril's words. He knew Cyril to be a hot head of sorts, but his heart was in the right place. "I'm surprised to hear you speak of such deeds, I thought you had friends among the gnome?"
Cyril spat and rubbed at his shoulders as if nursing an old injury. "It's not as simple as that, and just because I befriended a few gnomes doesn't mean that I like them all. I don't think you're taking this meeting as seriously as you should Cahan. Gnomes are known for being stubborn and especially this one from what I heard. We may have to resort to more physical means."
Cahan stopped and turned back to face Cyril. He leaned his head in slightly and reached out lightly squeezing Cyril's upper shoulder with one hand as he spoke in a lower tone. "We'll do what is needed to convince him, of that you can be sure. But we don't want him injured in which he would be of no use to us. Not to worry, there is not a job that I don't take seriously."
Turning around, Cahan continued walking toward the hammer with Cyril close behind. Soon they came upon the hammer and made their way into the alley and slipped into the cellar. Once inside they made their way down the ladder and into the dark tunnels beneath. The air was dank and smelled of sewage. Cyril scoffed again, angered that he had to travel down into such a place. "I can't believe it....crawling down into a tunnel like a fifty rat. If those fools hadn't have gotten themselves locked up we wouldn't be down here. This meeting had better work or I'm going to have to start bashing heads."
Cahan smiled and held back a chuckle as he continued to the location. "I'm sure that it will, and if not then I guess you'll be getting your wish." Pausing, Cahan listened as he heard voices echoing faintly through the tunnel. "It's looks like they've already arrived. Come Cyril." Cahan demanded as he moved down the tunnel to the room at the end.
"Sounds like the fun has already begun, we can't have that now, can we?" Cyril said with a grunt as he followed behind Cahan. Stepping inside the door way, Cahan first noticed Dasha and Rafiu, who were standing closer to the doorway. Looking down he noticed the gnome slowly walking toward him. His face was bruised and clothing was dirty. Cahan then raised his eyes further to the back and saw a bloody Rue standing close to Yoger who was on the ground.
"Looks like someone beat you to it Cyril.....Watch the door."
Cahan said as he moved further into the room looking the people over, but mostly staring between Rue and the gnome. "If I had gotten here any later, I might have found you all dead. Care to explain what the hell happened?...Anyone?"
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Anther's Crew
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- Name: Rue Yoger and Sagath
Re: Tough Luck
Cahan's words were met by Rue's snarl. She'd never signed to anything for takin' shit. She tackled Egg down, and there weren't no holdin' back now. She landed a fist in his face, jes to lay the small man flat, and then she was straddling him on his chest, pinnin' his arms down so he couldn't defend. She lay into him, teeth bared an' arms rising, falling, rising, falling. For a moment the only noise was flesh on flesh.
Then, like it was a play, the man in the doorway snapped, "Rafiu," but the man was already movin' for Rue. Yoger started howlin' like a wet cat, and between the two of 'em they dragged Rue snarlin' and kickin for all she was worth off the gnome.
"You're late," the man in the doorway said, quieter.
"We're gonna need that doc, Dahi'ir," Rafiu said, muscles bulging as he strained to hold Rue still, the bastard. She snapped her teeth at him, sneering, but he didn't flip an eyelash at her.
Dasha arrived with Sabiro, who cried out in alarm and rushed to Egg's side. Dahi'ir seemed unperturbed. "Let me know when he's patched, and we'll have a long talk. In the meantime, Yoger go with Sabiro to assist. Dasha, Rafiu, bring Rue with me. Cahan, wait here with your man."
Then, like it was a play, the man in the doorway snapped, "Rafiu," but the man was already movin' for Rue. Yoger started howlin' like a wet cat, and between the two of 'em they dragged Rue snarlin' and kickin for all she was worth off the gnome.
"You're late," the man in the doorway said, quieter.
"We're gonna need that doc, Dahi'ir," Rafiu said, muscles bulging as he strained to hold Rue still, the bastard. She snapped her teeth at him, sneering, but he didn't flip an eyelash at her.
Dasha arrived with Sabiro, who cried out in alarm and rushed to Egg's side. Dahi'ir seemed unperturbed. "Let me know when he's patched, and we'll have a long talk. In the meantime, Yoger go with Sabiro to assist. Dasha, Rafiu, bring Rue with me. Cahan, wait here with your man."
Re: Tough Luck
Egg laughed, the sound barely recognizable, choked with blood and mucus as it was. His voice filtered up through his mashed lips and broken teeth.
"You hit like a girl."
A small and increasingly shrinking part of his brain that was the survival instinct yelled at him to shut his fucking mouth. Of course, the what had to be brain damaged side that seemed to be taking over laughed and said get in the back of the cart, we're taking this baby downhill. He rolled to his side, weakly batting away the helping hands as the blood and bits of teeth and cheek flesh poured out of his mouth. Okay, she hit a lot harder than a girl, that was a given. His mission in life would be to make hers a living hell from now on. No matter what, the psychological torture he would inflict would make up for the beatings. Who knew, he might have just a few inventing tricks up his sleeve.
No one who knew Egg would recognize the mean and hard glint in his eyes.
"You hit like a girl."
A small and increasingly shrinking part of his brain that was the survival instinct yelled at him to shut his fucking mouth. Of course, the what had to be brain damaged side that seemed to be taking over laughed and said get in the back of the cart, we're taking this baby downhill. He rolled to his side, weakly batting away the helping hands as the blood and bits of teeth and cheek flesh poured out of his mouth. Okay, she hit a lot harder than a girl, that was a given. His mission in life would be to make hers a living hell from now on. No matter what, the psychological torture he would inflict would make up for the beatings. Who knew, he might have just a few inventing tricks up his sleeve.
No one who knew Egg would recognize the mean and hard glint in his eyes.
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Costin Mornir
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Re: Tough Luck
Costin Mornir skulked down the back alley behind The Split Tumbler with all the eagerness of a goon with nothing better to do. Dressed in a tight fitting black leather getup that he'd bought last week because it looked like something he imagined a spy would wear, Costin focused more on how he presented himself than getting any sort of job done. It had numerous buckles and other sorts of things designed to hold weapons. The shopkeep had told him there were 20 places for throwing knives on it. Costin heard that all serious fighters used dozens of throwing knives. Unfortunately he only had five, and didn't know how to use them very well.
The reality of the situation was that there was no clear job to be done because nobody at the Rathole took him seriously enough to trust him with details or let him speak directly to the bosses. Instead they let him hang around and used him as backup whenever something unimportant needed doing.
In this case, he'd volunteered to go help Rue with whatever she was doing. Something about fetching a gnome... or beating him up. Probably both.
Costin was pretty sure Rue was younger than him, but she could definitely beat him up as he'd seen her do a few others. It was that physical vulgarity that Costin found strangely attractive. He got the impression from her that she didn't much think of boys, and that his feelings weren't mutual. On his more reflective days, he thought she was probably jaded after being abused - or worse - by the men in her life. He didn't have many reflective days, however.
Upon finding nobody in or around the Tumbler, he'd decided to check the cellar where they were supposed to end up. Sure enough, as he descended the steps he could hear some upset voices along with Rue's. Costin said nothing as he ambled past the man in the doorway and up beside Yoger. He watched Rue being wrestled down by Rafiu and waited for a good time to speak.
"What's going on?" He asked Yoger. Unlike the rest of them, Costin had a good family and money to his name. It made him soft, but he always shared what he had to people who made him feel like he belonged.
The reality of the situation was that there was no clear job to be done because nobody at the Rathole took him seriously enough to trust him with details or let him speak directly to the bosses. Instead they let him hang around and used him as backup whenever something unimportant needed doing.
In this case, he'd volunteered to go help Rue with whatever she was doing. Something about fetching a gnome... or beating him up. Probably both.
Costin was pretty sure Rue was younger than him, but she could definitely beat him up as he'd seen her do a few others. It was that physical vulgarity that Costin found strangely attractive. He got the impression from her that she didn't much think of boys, and that his feelings weren't mutual. On his more reflective days, he thought she was probably jaded after being abused - or worse - by the men in her life. He didn't have many reflective days, however.
Upon finding nobody in or around the Tumbler, he'd decided to check the cellar where they were supposed to end up. Sure enough, as he descended the steps he could hear some upset voices along with Rue's. Costin said nothing as he ambled past the man in the doorway and up beside Yoger. He watched Rue being wrestled down by Rafiu and waited for a good time to speak.
"What's going on?" He asked Yoger. Unlike the rest of them, Costin had a good family and money to his name. It made him soft, but he always shared what he had to people who made him feel like he belonged.
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Anther's Crew
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- Name: Rue Yoger and Sagath
Re: Tough Luck
"I'll be seeing you, princess," Rue was grinning, and it was as ugly as Egg's face. Rafiu hit her on the back of the head, all casual and cocksure. Rue lunged at him, and Dasha snarled warnings as they held her steady.
Yoger grabbed Costin by the arm and pulled him halfheartedly back towards the door. "She went too far, too far this time. You don't want to stay here, c'mon and I'll tell you 'bout it. . ."
Sabiro fluttered about Egg, attempting to get his shoulder under Egg's, or get him to slow down, or something. The doctor was always quite the fawner when he was buzzed, and showed far too much care for his patients that often extended beyond comfort.
"Yoger," the doctor snapped, the previous amount of saccarine concern abandoned in favor of vitriol. Yoger flinched, and shot a look at Costin that all but begged him to follow.
Instead, he minced up to Egg's side and, after a glare that spoke volumes from the doctor, mostly about how if he expected his ills to be treated in the future he'd obey the doctor rather than question. There was a muted sort of wounded, cringing puppy in Yoger's eyes as he looked from Sabiro to Egg, and he bent down a little to get closer to face level with Egg.
"The doctor thinks you shouldn't be moving much. Can I carry you?" Another glare from Sabiro. "Sir?"
Yoger turned partially to look back at Costin, by all appearances quite pathetic.
Yoger grabbed Costin by the arm and pulled him halfheartedly back towards the door. "She went too far, too far this time. You don't want to stay here, c'mon and I'll tell you 'bout it. . ."
Sabiro fluttered about Egg, attempting to get his shoulder under Egg's, or get him to slow down, or something. The doctor was always quite the fawner when he was buzzed, and showed far too much care for his patients that often extended beyond comfort.
"Yoger," the doctor snapped, the previous amount of saccarine concern abandoned in favor of vitriol. Yoger flinched, and shot a look at Costin that all but begged him to follow.
Instead, he minced up to Egg's side and, after a glare that spoke volumes from the doctor, mostly about how if he expected his ills to be treated in the future he'd obey the doctor rather than question. There was a muted sort of wounded, cringing puppy in Yoger's eyes as he looked from Sabiro to Egg, and he bent down a little to get closer to face level with Egg.
"The doctor thinks you shouldn't be moving much. Can I carry you?" Another glare from Sabiro. "Sir?"
Yoger turned partially to look back at Costin, by all appearances quite pathetic.
Re: Tough Luck
He spat in Rue's direction again. Some small part of his brain was trying to analyze this new expierence. He had never hated anyone before, never found a reason to. But there was nothing else this hot ball of spikes and bile could be other than hate. And it was all reserved for that Rue creature.
Don't worry troll. We'll be seeing each other soon enough."
That same small and desperate part of his brain was yelling at him to shut his damn mouth. She would kill him! Bravado was all good and fine until she buried a knife into his fat head! But then again... he could just make a weapon of his own. Just in case she attacked him. Or if he ever seen her alone and knew that he could take her. Not kill her of course, he wasn't really a killer even now. But without a kneecap, she wouldn't be able to continue her little life of crime, would she? She wouldn't be strong. That would be a good bit of payback.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the other one. Roge? Yoggie? Something like that. He didn't really care. He jerked his arm away from the others hands.
"I don't want you," He glared at them all, "Any of you, touching me. I'll be fine. Just let me leave and keep your filthy mutt on her leash."
Don't worry troll. We'll be seeing each other soon enough."
That same small and desperate part of his brain was yelling at him to shut his damn mouth. She would kill him! Bravado was all good and fine until she buried a knife into his fat head! But then again... he could just make a weapon of his own. Just in case she attacked him. Or if he ever seen her alone and knew that he could take her. Not kill her of course, he wasn't really a killer even now. But without a kneecap, she wouldn't be able to continue her little life of crime, would she? She wouldn't be strong. That would be a good bit of payback.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the other one. Roge? Yoggie? Something like that. He didn't really care. He jerked his arm away from the others hands.
"I don't want you," He glared at them all, "Any of you, touching me. I'll be fine. Just let me leave and keep your filthy mutt on her leash."