The thread which needs a title...

[OOC] Clarity was never the issue I was just trying to do some housecleaning. Now that the issue has been resolved I can once again sleep at night. However, as a favor to me, when you notice error in the logic of the thread please "OOC" and let the rest of the players know about it. :grin: [OOC]

 

After finishing my meal, I ordered Leopold to load my bags on to the newly arived carrage. It was almost 5:30 am.
The patent office opens at 6 a'clock, and since its on the other side of town we where in quite a hurry.
After checking out and paying my bills I quickly climbed in to the carrage and ordered my driver to take us to the Tarant patent office.
I was given asurance that we would be there in no time.
After travelling for about 10 minutes I began to have my doubts. The driver had us going around in circles several times.
I popped my head out the window and yelled:

"I say, Are you quite sure you know where we're going?"

After an eternity of silence I got my anwser.

"No sah, I'm afriad I have no idea. You see, I'm new at this job and..."

I interupted him before I could continue his mindless drivel.

"Indeed? splendid! can you at least take me back to the hotel?"

After another long pause I got the anwser I was expecting.
"No Sah, I'm afriad I don't know that way either..."

"You don't say? Well then.. I guess we're going to have to ask for directions aren't we. And by the way, As soon as I get to talk to you're superiors, You can probably expect to be fired!"

After all, a carrage driver with no sense of direction just shouldn't be working as a carrage driver at all, I thought to myself.

He grumbled something about me being a rich swine, but as soon as he saw Leopold growling in his rear view mirror he fell silent.

After travelling for another 5 minutes, we came to a more run down part of town.
Suddenly the carrage stopped. I looked out the window only to see that the driver probably fearing the loss of his job, had uncuppled the two horses from the carrage and was already on the other side of the block. He quickly disapered out of view as I sat in my now horseless carrage, the anger boiling inside me. I had to get to the patent office, a gentleman never misses an apointment.
Then I got an idea... Leopold, being strong as an ox could probably pull the carrage at sufficient speed, but I still needed directions.
I ordered my bodyguard to get ready to pull the carrage as i scanned the neighborhood in search of people who might be able to help us. All I could come across was two odd fellows, standing in an ally. One was clearly a half-ogre, and the other man was probably his keeper.
I stuck my head out the window once again and shouted to the two:

"Good day, gentlemen! would one of you be so kind as to direct me to the Tarant patent office? I have to be there by 6 a'clock..."

 

[OOC]
Okay, just to clear things up. My character was in the alley that Jar's dropped down after the sniping. Now, later I decided, that even though I never initially posted it, my character would at least get a glimpse of what sorta weapon was used, and decided to follow the actual gunman instead.

Now, while in the tavern watching him is when I assume Fatman's character came by and grabbed the real gun. So, when Jar's character went out the window, and my character left, they went back to get the gun and found it missing. Well, at a glance, it looked to be just a normal looking glass rifle to my character, so he went and paid for another (at a cheap price), and went to wait for retard's character, the Captain of the Guards show up. My character tells the Cap'n what he wants to here, and makes him believe the gun on the wall next to him was the real murder weapon. So of course he runs off with it, trying to find the owner, and going on a wild goose chase. The result? The Cap'n is probably going to have to come back to mine and pay for more information.

Now do you see just how devious my character is? :smile:

Edit: I was kinda hoping that it would be figured out through Roleplay that the one my character gave to the Captain was a fake, instead of me having to explain it OOCly. Oh well.
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Alright well, now that the Cap'n was off running around, maybe I could actually scrounge up some food. I was hungry when that gunshot first sounded through the air, and now, after all this, I was starving. I had managed to find a day old slab of bear meat in one dumpster. After picking apart the really gross parts, I downed it, raw. Wasn't exactly the best tasting in the world, but hey, it was food.

Part of me wanted to go out and find more answers about the murder, but part of me wanted to go to sleep. "To hell with it," I muttered as I curled up in a back alley where I knew I wouldn't be bothered for the night. "I'll look around when I wake up. Maybe find something someone will find useful. Til then, I'm just looking out for number one, as I always have..."

Eyes closed as he tried to get at least a couple hours of sleep before the sun would rise

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I saw the dwarf climb into the sewer. Considering I'd been in a rubbish dump until recently, this was a little easier on my nose. I also noticed, or thought I did, at least 1 or 2 people looking curiously at us. I still was fairly well disguised, at least for the situation, still with all the mud on my face, and the smell of ale fresh on me. Soon the sewer would be added to that. I really had to get away from the city. It wouldn't be safe until that orc was dead, and whoever employed him was dead as well.

"Orin, you better know where you're going. I don't use the sewers much..."

 

[OOC] I didn't do anything real soon because I was at work, where unfortunately I don't have access to a computer. THAT'S why I haven't posted anything til now. Patience, young Skywalker. :smile:
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As soon as I saw the pistol come out, I immediatly dropped to the ground as the bullet streaked overhead. After taking deep breath, I stood up again.

"WHOA! WHOA WHOA WHOA! I didn't do anything. I dont even know who the hell you are. Watch where you point that thing next time, okay?"

 

[OOC] JAG that is funny. I do all my posting at work. I got no time when I get home. Oh and I did not fire at you.[OOC]

BLoody 'ell if it isn't these kinds of random encounters that can be a real stick of TNT up the arse of a persons plan. I say to the bum "Sorry about that, we have been hires by the City Water department to investigate the recent spat of zombie sightings in the sewers. Those things slip and then clog up the pipes, too stupid to get themselves out. Here are a couple of coins go get yourself something to eat...NOW!" Just then I hear a voice "Good day gentlemen would you be so good as to direct me to the Tarant Patent Office?" That voice I know it from somewhere. Thats right! I heard it when I arrived early to the meeting where I was told to find and observe Lendark and the killing the voice was giving directions to my contact. By the tone used the voice was clearly the superior of my contact.
I turn to Lendark and whisper "Laddie, serendipidy has smiled upon us this day. It seems our earstwhile employer, the real one, is nearby. Keep and eye on the bum while I take a look." I ease around the corner a see a gnome leaning out a carrage without horses. Instead of horses there is a very large half-ogre. Well that is one use to put the beasts to I suppose. He is adressing what appears to be a man and his half-ogre. The bum is probably going to be suspicious of all this but we can kill him if we need to. I watch to see what is going to happen next.

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"It is as you think, you do not need to look, your leg is gone."

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[OOC]
You had to kill that gnome because yoe're a better sniper Jar.
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As I was walking the streets I saw a gathering of people.My prey was there also!And a gnome...Hmmmm this might get interesting.I pulled out my two fine revolvers,pointed them at my prey's heads and continued onward.
"So here we meet again" but maybe I should point my guns at the gnome?I hate betrayers.
IF he is the one.
"Might I ask an introduction gentlemen?"

[OOC]
Don't kill me. :smile: You might even get me to your side, Jar and ThreeDogs.
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I wasn't going to wait for Orin to come back. Who knew what could happen up there? I needed to see with my own eyes, and back him up.

I climbed out of the sewer ([OOC]These encounters are fortuitous, are they not?[/OOC]), and immediately had a look around, and noticed that a figure had 2 guns pointed in our general direction. Why did I not have any guns? If this was the fellow at the bathhouse, then it was because of him. I was not pleased with this guy. Pulling both of my knives again, I moved around into the shadows behind the half-orc, as I noticed him to be when I got closer.

Skulking up behind him, I kicked the back of a knee, and then had one knife at his neck, and another at his side. "Don't move," I whispered into his ear, "or the dirt outside town will become your best friend. What are you doing here?"

 

I hear a scuffle behind me and turn quickly to see Lendark with his knife to the throat of a half-orc. "Hell. when did my balls become magnitized. Where are all these people coming from this was supposed to be an out of the way man-hole cover." I turn to the Half-orc and the bum, "you two be quite if you make a noise your both dead. Then I'll shove a grenade up your arse to prevent resurrection." I turn my attnetion back to the gnome.

 

I simply rolled my eyes at the threat, and stood there, with arms crossed, just watching, though still silent. Just kinda curious as to how long they would let me watch. To see just how much info they would let me gather in.

 

Just as the half-ogre is turning to answer me a carriage pulls up. Strangely, it is not being pulled by horses, but by a gigantic half-ogre. Out of the window pops a gnome's head. Well, can you believe that? It's William Boothby. He obviously doesn't recognize me. We only met once, and I was a lot younger then.

"Good day, gentlemen! would one of you be so kind as to direct me to the Tarant patent office? I have to be there by 6 o'clock..." said Boothby.

I moved closer to the half-ogre. "No my good sir, I do not. I just recently arrived in this fair city and I am afraid I do not know my way around at all," I replied. Turning towards the half-ogre, "And it doesn't help that you keep running off," I said in my best scolding tone. Before the half-orge could reply I turned back to Boothby, "I just aquired him yesterday. His master was murdered. I got him very cheap. Now I know why."
At that moment, it seemed that the ground was vomiting people. I saw a dwarf come up through a manhole, just as an orc or half-orc (I couldn't tell) was coming around the corner. When he saw the dwarf he pulled two pistols and started coming at him. Who would be dumb enough to give an orc guns? As the orc passed by the manhole another man jumped up onto the street. In no time he had the orc on the pavement with a knife to his throat.
This was about to get bloody, and I didn't want to be here when it did. I had a sneaking suspision that these men were related to the gaping hole in the bathhouse.
Boothby turned his head to see what all the commotion was about. I used that moment to address the half-ogre, now standing next to me. "I would really like to have a word with you," I whispered, "preferably someplace less crowded. Please just play along and if they start shooting one another, run like hell."
"Well, I really must be getting along," I said in a rather loud voice, "sorry I couldn't help you."
"Come along, you big oaf," this time addressing the half-ogre, "you have chores to do."
With that, I turned and started to briskly walk away, trying to put some distance (and some stone buildings) between myself and the current situation on the street.

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"Man, I love the smell of burnt elf-flesh!" - Brennen Flailstorm.
"Would one of you hurry up and die! I'm hungry!" - Mang O'la

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I grab the snipers hand removing the threat of getting my throat sliced.With my right arm I hit him in the stomach and took away his knife.Then I turned around and kicked him in the gut.He fell to the ground,his other knife flew far away.I pulled him on his feet, stood behind him and put my revolver's end at the back of his head.
"What did you say?I didn't hear you.Maybe you want to meet the dirt outside town? If you want your brains in their place then start explaining things."

 

I turn and put a bullet throught the half-orc's head. The bullet enters one ear and leaves a gaping hole on the other side of his head. Damn animals need to learn their place.

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"It is as you think, you do not need to look, your leg is gone."

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Fuck you

[OOC]
You son of bitches can't even roleplay anything out.Stupid morons!
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The half-orc stands on his feet.Blows Jar's brains out.Then pulls out a bazooka and blows ThreeDogs to pieces.

 

[OOC] How is one a son of more than one dog? Is this some new fertility method?[OOC]

 

I'd been crouching watching the building for quite some time. It was dim here off the main streets, so I strained my eyes and ears for any sign of movement from within.

Even so, it caught me completely unawares when someone addressed me. My dysfunctional hearing hadn't picked up anyones approach at all. I'm not the quickest of movers, so my turning toward the speaker probably looked somewhat deliberate. I hoped it would be mistaken for calmness, rather than the sluggishness it was.

The man who had addressed me was of Elven decent, although heavy enough to be a half-breed. He was dressed in a black robe, making him look a bit sinister, an impression not dispelled by the weapons hanging from his belt.

I was wondering why the Elf would address a strange half-ogre, since I had no Eleven friends, or even aquaintances. My social circle was filled with half-ogres and the odd half-orc, worst luck. Still, he clearly wasn't approaching me as a friend, from the way his hand hovered near his axe. Did he have a reason to think I'd attack him? Did he have a reason to think the axe would stop me if I chose to?

I was on the verge of asking who he was, when a coach drew up, and a Gnome - William Boothby! - leaned out of the window and mumbled something to the Elf, who promptly started acting like I was some kind of pet!

My temper flared, but I struggled hard and kept a lid on it. It wouldn't do to attract too much Gnomish attention right now.

Just then, a man-hole cover was thrown back and people started climbing out. It looked like there was going to be some kind of trouble. Damn - the gunsmith would never come ot into the middle of this. I didn't want to be caught in it, either, come to that.

The black robed stranger was whispering something to me. I didn't catch it all, but he seemed intent on me playing along with him. I wasn't about to do that, since it would mean putting myself right back under someone's control again, and in this uniform I'd porbably be facing all kinds of awkward questions.

There were too many people around here, and I was getting edgy. I started surrepticiously backing into the shadows, while most of them were distracted by the tense group near the man-hole, then turned and quickly walked down the street and around the first corner I came to, which happened to be a narrow mews between two streets.

I wondered what the Elf had wanted, and whether he wanted it badly enough to follow me into the gloom.


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[OOC]Nice going Maniac. If ThreeDogs hadn't shot you, I would have knifed you. You can't move quick enough that I wouldn't have stabbed you once. Why didn't you just answer my questions?[/OOC]

The half-orc was lying on the pavement beside me, a mixture of blood, brains and other assorted body parts flowing freely from the holes in his head. This had not been his day.

I gathered his weapons - better something than nothing right? I hoped that the gnome hadn't been frightened off by this. I didn't fancy my chances against the giant half-ogre I suddenly noticed pulling the carriage, even with guns. I began moving in Orin's direction...

[OOC]ThreeDogs, was your pistol silenced or not? If it was, then there's a chance the gnome might not have noticed. If it isn't, he's probably ordering his half-ogre to hoof it about now.[/OOC]