Legend of the Crimson Lotus: IC

The Smoked Boar

"Well now he's in the way Afar! I'd love to leave but the bastard's in our way now!" Barkley threw herself to the side as the fireball soared past, slamming hard into the ground and taking aim yet again to crack off a shot. "I only have so many of these, you know! Quit wasting time and good metal!"

edited 15th Apr '17 4:30:04 PM by Taco

The Smoked Boar doesn't need any more cooking!

Damn it!

Seeing the fireball launched by the attacker, Georgia rushed in front of its trajectory, casting Fortify so that the fireball would disperse upon hitting her. It was a bit exhausting, yes, but it would weigh heavily on her if she just stood back and let others get hurt.

She glared at the attacker as she drew her sword. "Enough! It's obvious we're your targets. Leave these people out of this!"

The Smoked Boar

Afar looked at the assailant who teleported towards the entrance intending to block his way and sighed, he reached towards the mans throat with his left hand, trying to grab it and pull the bastard up, choking and restraining his movements. Ben-Horef calmly spoke to the rest of the mercenaries. gesturing them to leave the building.

"Georgia stay your blade, I'm handling this. Come on guys we're done here, get out of the bar, I'm stopping him from another assault." Afar looked at the spellcaster carefully, keeping watch for any signs of spellcasting so he could stop it the moment the man tries anything.

edited 17th Apr '17 9:16:45 AM by LiorVal

Vic nodded. "If nothing else, we can bring our own, we have plenty." She paused, furrowing her brow. "Or at least we should. Will have to talk to the quartermaster about it." She had her own private stash of torches, but that was for an emergency, and she'd rather not use them if at all possible. She frowned. "Can you point us to the entrance of the mines?"

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Wurd, Mid-Morning, D'Arachel's Office, Main Guild Hall, Merchants Quarter

Tams avoided rolling his eyes. For all the power and achievement of the elven race, they loved to ladle on the drama and arrogance. He tapped the ring once again.

"That, good master merchant, is the signet of my master's company, the Red Dragons. In case it escaped your notice, there has been a sudden influx of armed and exotic strangers seeking room. For reasonable rates, we guarantee a variety of services that center on keeping your person safe," He leaned back on the chair, the very picture of amiable innocence.

Wolfgang had nothing more to say. He awaited Mayor Thrym's directions.

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Rouncy, Job Opportunity

He looked briefly at Morgan before straightening himself and smiling. "I never had a chance to taste such cuisine. If you would allow me, I would be honored to accompany you and discuss the possible job you might have for us." Rouncy smiled at the nervous Diana.

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Mayor's House

"Indeed, torches should not be in short supply either way." She said with a nod as she folded her hands in front of her. "If nothing else, the flames should serve apt as a deterrent for the creatures."

"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper