The thread which needs a title...

I waited while he digged around a bit to retrieve a pouch of gold coins Only to toss it my way. After looking in it quickly seeing enoug there, my grin broadened.

"So, you are lookin for a killer, huh? Well, it just so happens, I was scrounging around for some food, next thing I know, a shot rings out and this guy falls off a roof, and slips into a tavern, pretending to be drunk. Well, after he left, I went back and looked, and found this thing stashed somewhere. Could just be a coincidence, though."

I gave a slight shrug as I eyed the Cap'n. I still wished I would run into the guy he was after, though. I had a little bit of private business to discuss with him. But I didn't let the Cap'n know. As long as he paid good, I told him what he wanted to hear.

 

Shooter[Jar] sliped into the room and began to take off his jacket. Right then I lit a match and put it to my pipe.
without a word his hand sliped down to knife hidden in his boot.
"You might want to hold off on that," I said softly. "It seems we're going through a corporate downsizing, the boss is cleaning out mid-level management." His hand stayed right above his knife. It was a start at least. "The boss told me where to find you so its a good bet that he is on his way here to tie up loos ends. How do you feel about taking a walk and discussing the unique opportunity that now presents itself to us?"
whatever the answer at least my pocket were filled with all kinds of goodies retrieved from my bolt-hole.

 

I shook my head.

"10 years of business, never letting my clients see my face, and then I tell one where I'm staying. I must be getting old...You are the first person to see me, and know who I am."

I straightened, and took my hand away from the knife at my boot. I still had the knife at my back though, if necessary.

"We seem to find ourselves in a bit of a situation don't we? We can either work together to get out of this mess, try and kill each other, or go our separate ways now. Be warned though, if you tell anyone what I look like, or I think you tell anyone what I look like, I will hunt you down and kill you. I'll have your oath now that you will not tell anyone my identity. If you're a dwarf worth your salt, you won't break that oath, ever. Swear an oath now, or be forever looking over your shoulder."

I waited for his reply. This dwarf obviously had some talent, and a partner never hurt anyone if they were true to their word.

 

"And why exactly would you be wanting inside there?" I turned around and some a familiar face.
"Yo..you! You are the one who cursed me! Take the damn curse off right now!"
"I will not take it off! Do you remembere what you did to me!?"
"I remember nothing!"
"Would you like me to refresh your memory then?"
"Just get rid of my curse!"
"Ok. Well it happened exactly 3 years ago on this day. You and me used to be great friends when one day you changed. You became a damn thief! You knew I had a magical item that was very powerful and you decided to turn on me and steal it. I saw you trying to steal it so I broke the orb open. Then you were cursed. Then you just disapeared. I was hoping you were dead when then I heard that you found a cure."
"Where did you hear that from?"
"Well I have my sources."

 

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Time for a late entry :smile: I hope it's alright with you guys...
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Spending my first night at one of the finest hotels in all of Tarant, I had left Caladon for some urgent buissnes in the great city of lights and factories.
I was spending the night in the hotel lobby. Having slept during the voyage onboard ship, I was not very tired. I had desided to spend the night reading the newspapers, catching up on events that I had missed while being at sea...

"Telegram for a Mr. William C. Boothby!"

Someone cried out at the top of their lungs.
I put down my newspaper and turned around, still resting my feet on the ornate coffee table.

A halfling messanger boy had just entered the hotel lobby. He cried out, ones again:

"Telegram for a Mr. William C. Boothby!"

This really wasn't propper behavure. While I was the only one in the lobby, there where bound to be people who heard his cries and where now awake, thanks to his ignorance.

"Look here my good man, Would you be so kind as to keep it down? Its 3 am. for goodness sake."

The halfling realized the error of his loud entrance. He whispered:

"Sorry, Sah. But I was ordered to get this to a Mr. William C. Boothby as fast as I could."

I lit my fine crafted silver pipe, and puffed it a few times. Still keeping my feet firmly placed on the coffee table.

"There's a good chap, you need look no further, I am Mr. William C. Boothby. Now what is it you want to give me?"

He quickly whipped out a small brown envalope and put it on the coffee table. I glanced at it, and then gave the boy a few coins for his trouble.

"Thanks Sah, and have a good night Sah!"

He replied and rushed out the door, Already counting the coins I had given him.

I shook my head before taking another puff on my pipe.

"Young people these days, no respect..."

I muttered to myself as I grabbed the envalope.

As I made myself comfortable in the big, red leather chair I opened the envalope using a small horn on a finely carved bulls head at the end of one of the armrests.

Inside was a small note, on it was a few lines of scrippled handwriting.
It was from one of my henchmen, the one that had been ordered to wait at the warehouse at 113 Iron Post Row and hand out the pay for a few special tasks I needed to have completed.

Naturally, I wouldn't do this myself. A gentleman never gets his hands dirty, And if someone found out that I had something to do with all this, there would be hell to pay back in Caladon.

"The job has been completed. Albreck Dugant has been "removed". The dwarf and the asassin have been payed. Awaiting further instructions..."

I grinned to myself as I burned the note using my lighter.

It was all falling in to place. With Albreck Dugant gone, My real plans could finally be set in motion...

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"Get rid of it now!" I charged at him, but with the curse I was very slow. As if I was dead. I felt like I was dead. But once I got to him he just disapeared. "You son of a bitch!!!!"
I then grabbed my bladed ring and threw it directly at the ogres neck. It left the ogres head dangling. I then opened the door.
Then every thing looked at me.
"What the hell are you looking at" I pulled out my bladed ring. "Get the hell out of my way!"

 

[OOC]I'm waiting for several characters to do something, but I'm not sure what's going to happen from there. Maybe I should take on another job, or complete another one...yeah, that sounds pretty good. Anyway guys, get cracking, or this thread will die, and it's been going pretty well so far.[/OOC]

 

[ooc] I want some people to interfer with what I am doing so why dont u do that. Thats is why I do not write it all in one post.

 

I had the feeling that Diggs was not letting on all he knew. "Why were you in the tavern that you say the shooter slipped into?"

"More money, cap."

I sighed and tossed a few more coins at him.

"I just followed him, to see what was gonna happen, you know me, always wanna make a buck. Well, you know the drunk that slipped out of the window?"

"Yes!! Was that the shooter?" I asked, excited now.

"Lemme see, um, I don't...rightly know, let me check my magic gold coins to see if they will tell me... Nope, they're being silent. Maybe if they had some friends.."

"Dammit, Diggs!! That's enough money!!" I reached out, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him against the wall. "Tell me, or spend the night in the slammer with a cell mate named Bubba!!"

"Ok, ok! Nasrudin's piss, cap!! You ain't gotta be so rough!! Yeah, that was him. That's your man."

"Did you get a good look at his face?"

"Naw, he kept it hid."

I turned on my heel, and begun to sprint to my office.

"You didn't hear anything from me!!!......"

I let Diggs voice trail off. I needed to find out what this guy looked like, and who hired him (I felt certain that this was not just a simple murder. Albreck Dugant was too high-profile a target.) Oh, and why. Leave us not forget why in the hell someone wanted Dugant dead. I headed back to Muggs' Tavern. Surely Muggs got a good look at the killer....

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I looked through the small shower window near the ceiling.Hmmmm...so now I have two targets.I pulled out a grenade from my pocket,pulled out the ring and tossed it in.
Nice shower boys! I thought to myself while running back.BOOOOOM!!!Damnit!!!I saw them jump out.It'll be an interesting hunt.
I pulled out my pump-action shotgun and carefully walked towards them hiding in the shadows.

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As the Cap'n sprinted back to his office, i began to brush myself off, muttering under my breath.

"Damned Ingrate. He knows this is is my only real source of income. What? The Captain of the guards can't afford to pay me a few hundred coins? HA!"

Straightening my dirt-stained clothes, I hit the streets again, to see what rumors were flying about. Maybe I'd tell the Cap'n what I heard. Maybe I wouldn't. All depends on if he starts treating me better.

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Okay, Jar. If there are any rumors or anything being whispered through the town, spread through the lower-class and such about what's going on, PM me to let me know. Thanks :smile:
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[OOC] Maniac, a little more info? What shower? Which guys jumping out? Where at? [OOC]

 

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Hey etheir me or you read something wrong

Jar went to the shower and then ThreeDogs followed him.He said that Jar might be hunted and I am that hunter.They both jumped out because I think it's too early for some character to die.I hope you understood me now.
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[OOC] Sorry to leave you hanging Jar. My mother in law was here for the weekend. So believe me I have paid my pennance. [OOC]

"Don't feel bad our erstwhile employer used somewhat exotic methods to keep track of you, that is how I knew where to look.
I swear on my beard, may it fall out if I break my oath, not to speak of you to anyone ever."
A small bell starts to ring in my pocket.
"We should leave now, something magical and mean is near and probably looking for us. Oh and here," I toss him a oversized pocketwath, "Similar to a flow spectrometer but but a bit more proactive. It will keep the boss from being able to use clairvoyance to find you. and it lets you know when a summoned creature its near, inter-dimentional flux still covers the beasts from their recent journey." I turn to walk out the door and the window explodes inward sending the cheap glass flying around the room. "Shit! Its a bloody Blood Claw!"

 

[OOC] Really sorry Maniac, I rushed that last post and didn't fully read yours. Lets see If I can fix the situation. [OOC]

The Blood Claw hovers for a moment fixing me with black eyes. It gives a shreek and dives a head razor shard crimson craws looking to draw blood. Something falls from the celing and clips the Claw on the back of its head. The beast and object drop to the floor and I see that it is a grenade. I yell "Shooter jump!" and throw myself out the window. The resulting explosion leaves my ears ringing but aside from that I am fine.
"Well at least we don't have to worry about the Claw anymore." I say with a grin, "by the way names Orin Tenstone."

 

[OOC] Ok that is better. Now Mr. Maniac let me make something perfectly clear, Jar and I do not take showers together. [OOC]

 

[OOC]Before this thread gets further, I'd like to remind everyone that apart from ThreeDogs, no one really knows what I look like - in Muggs' bar, I rubbed dirt on my face to disguise it. Sorry about this, but it is part of my character. Maniac, you're going to have to find some other way to track us, because although you might know what ThreeDog's character looks like, you can't identify mine. I just thought we'd get that straightened out.[/OOC]

The grenade had bounced into the baths just as I'd put my jacket back on. Dammit, I really wanted to get clean. I also really wanted the gun from my room in the inn, but I could always make another one.

I dived out the window with Orin.

"Okay, first, we escape from this guy. Either we take him out now, or we recover a little, then take him out. I say we get away now. Then we can sort ourselves out, okay? I'd tell you my name, but I've forgotten it, or I never had one. Just call me Lendark. It's the best one I can think of. Let's go."

I started to move out, hoping the dwarf would follow me.

 

Part of me wants to toss an incendiary in that wooden flea trap, maybe get the mad bomber but I see Lendark headed down the street and agree now is the time to leave this area. I catch up and we begin to take random turns into the city. Every now and again we stop and wait to check to pursuit. After an hour of this I turn to Lendark, "how about a pint of ale? It has been a busy night and I have yet to taste the stuff?"

 

“Wake up elf-blood!� sneered the half-ogre guard as he kicked me.
“I’m awake� I replied “and if you kick me again you’ll be takin’ a dirt nap.�
He laughed as he leaned over and picked me up by the chains that bound my wrists. “Glong no think so.� He proceeded to take me out of my cell towards “The Chair�. It was the same thing that had been going on for almost a fortnight.
I had come to Tarant to investigate the connection between Alberck Dugant and the one and only William C. Boothby. I guess I was a problem, because as soon as I started asking questions I started getting followed. I managed to give my trailers the slip, or so I thought. I stopped in at Madam Lil’s for some “entertainment�. I was just about to get things started with this fiery red-head when in bursts this giant half-ogre and his half-orc “handler�. The half-ogre clubbed me over the head, and I blacked out. When I woke up I was in a large sack being hauled around in a push-cart. I could tell from the noises that we were in the residential district. We stopped and I was dragged into a house and down some stairs. There I was unceremoniously dumped onto a basement floor. Standing before me was Mr. Dugant. That was my first trip to “The Chair�.
After my brief, and very painful, audience with Mr. Dugant I was put in a small cell with my hands shackled. I was taken out each night for interrogation. I could feel that this night would be different.
Just as Glong was beginning to tie my feet, the door at the top of the stairs flew open. The half-orc handler came rushing down the stairs. He was shouting, “The Master got shot! The Master got shot! The cops are coming. Let’s go!� Glong turned to look at him with disbelief on his face. “What about elf-blood?� Glong asked pointing at me. “Kill him,� said the half-orc. Glong turned back toward me, drawing a dagger. He loomed over me with a malicious grin.
I stood straight up as fast as I could. I slammed the top of my head under his chin. I staggered and almost fell to my knees. Glong landed on his back, spitting out part of his tongue. I quickly picked up the dagger he had dropped and threw it at the half-orc, who was drawing a sword. He was dead before he hit the ground. Staring blankly out of the eye that didn’t have a dagger sticking out of it. I whirled around to find Glong getting to his feet. I looped my chains around his neck, climbed onto his back, and pulled with all my strength. He lunged back and smashed me between his bulk and the wall. I gasped as the air left my lungs and I went limp. He reached back and grabbed me by my hair, lifted me above his head, and tossed me like a rag-doll. I landed in a heap. He took a gigantic stride and kicked me. I heard the familiar sound of ribs cracking as I flew across the room, landing on the dead half-orc. Glong closed on me with amazing speed. I started to crawl away when my hand came to rest on the sword of the dead half-orc. Glong loomed above me with his arms raised ready to deliver a spine-crushing blow. I spun around onto my knees and thrust upward with the sword. I felt a little resistance as it split his backbone, but it continued up to the hilt.
“I warned you,� I wheezed, as he collapsed.
With a little searching I found the master bedroom. I found and disarmed the trap on the chest at the end of the bed. Opening the chest I found gnome-sized garters and a horsewhip. “Damn, that gnome was a freak!� Under all that were my axe, chakaram, and my leather armor. I was disappointed that he had only kept the magikal items and not my throwing knives and more importantly my undergarments. Searching the rest of the house, I found some dresses and a pouch full of coin. I decided to wrap one of the dresses around my waist. A little breezy, but at least it hid “The Jewels�.
I made my way to the front door and could hear a commotion out front. I peered out the window and could see a crazed man brandishing what looked like a box-cutter attached to a ring screaming at the Dugant doorman. He was yelling something about a curse. I decided that I had had enough for one night and climbed out of a side window.
Keeping to the shadows, I made my way to a deserted alley. “What a sight I must be� I thought. “A half-naked Half-elf with an axe and chakaram in one hand and armor in the other.�
With that, I started to make my way back to the inn to get my things so I could start looking for answers. Like, who killed Albreck Dugant? And why?