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Post by The Terror on Dec 6, 2018 22:49:35 GMT
Near the port was a complex maze of caverns. It was a favorite spot for smugglers and runaway slaves, and it reputedly stretched under Linyanti itself. The City Watch made occasional patrols, but rarely ventured too far within. The current superstition was that there was a savage witch living in the deepest branches of the Labyrinth. She preyed on men, women, and children alike, and lured them to her secret nest with strange tribal magicks. Of course, no one ever actually went missing and the City Watch almost always found their runaway, but the legend persisted regardless.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 20:45:51 GMT
When Z didn’t return from her simple escort mission, Jonarth headed towards the caves. He didn’t know them particularly well but she had a habit of laying low there if something unexpected came up. He had one of his sellswords with him, and he seemed annoyed st the inconvenience of walking in the jungle heat.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 20:53:40 GMT
She had long ago given him directions to avoid all the traps and things that she had set up to protect her home.
It was deeper into the system then the watch normally ventured and she had made it more secure using a series of small but effective traps that would stop intruders in their tracks, until she found them and made them talk of course.
Her cave was spacious, and she had put few things in it, except a comfortable area to sleep in, consisting mostly of pillows and things, though she had her own money from the guild she had taken over and the money she had stolen from her first master she wasn’t a big spender, so most of it was concealed in various places around the cave.
On this particular afternoon she was sat on her bed and throwing a dagger at a target she had set on the wall, missing that target earlier had annoyed her, so she was practicing.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 21:08:21 GMT
Jon frowned as he entered. “Something go wrong?” He asked. “I expected you back an hour ago.” He watched her throwing the dagger. She was way better than he ever would be.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 21:13:37 GMT
“May have been followed.” She shrugged. “You should go to the shop and stake your claim there.”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 21:18:10 GMT
Jonarth frowned. “What happened?” He asked. “That rodent owes us a lot of gold.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 21:22:19 GMT
She pushed the bag that she had taken towards him with her foot.
“He ran. He died.” She answered. “He wanted me to attack Maltalos”
Z didn’t seem bothered.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 21:24:34 GMT
“Fuck,” Jonarth spat. “That fucking idiot. Can’t have a tailor shop without a tailor...” he shook his head. “Who saw you?” His mind raced with ways to unfuck the situation.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 21:29:42 GMT
“I gave the rest of the money over. I couldn’t have left in time. But he said he wasn’t there so we never met.” Z answered. “I’ll go back later and check the scene has been cleared.”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 21:33:04 GMT
He shook his head. “I’ll send Valens,” he said, “someone could have recognized you on the street or some such.” He rubbed his jaw. “We’ll need to be aggressive,” he said. “That sad chump was reliable for a monthly payment. We need to find new income streams.” He looked her over. “You need some new clothes too...”. He smiled a bit. “We May be having a bit of an adventure.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 21:34:55 GMT
“Oh. Do tell.” Zeleika replied. “I do so love adventures.” She collected the knife again and put it away this time.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 21:45:05 GMT
“A wilderness trip,” he said. “With people who you can’t kill...but into territory surrounded by men and beasts that you can.” He shrugged. “More likely than not it’s a fucking snipe hunt but you never know.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 21:59:47 GMT
“And who are these people that I cannot kill?” Z asked in interest.
“And when do we leave?”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 22:59:14 GMT
“That pretty blonde at the tavern the other night,” he said. “Among some others I’ll find. We’ll leave after the festival, no sense wasting a good party. And I mean it, no killing these ones...” he shrugged. “Unless...we’ll, if we have to it will be obvious. But they’ll be missed more than the tailor,” he added meaningfully.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 23:06:18 GMT
“Damn.” She said softly, she smiled too, showing she was (mostly) joking.
“I am at your command Debrazzio.”
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