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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Iggi was still spluttering for air and out of embarrassment after his very public violation. If he were warm-blooded his grey scales would be flushing red. He flexed his jaw, sawing it back and forth, clicking it back into place. His throat felt strange and bent out of shape, and he tasted something acrid and powdery all the way down the back of it. There was no relief as Bane’s maned head took focus over Jaxon.

Ah, the money. The money in exchange for the Fanged Pride’s protection. The money that he needed to save himself from Jaxon’s Ironhands. The money that it was looking like if he did [i]not[/i] have, he would need to pay somebody [i]else[/i] to keep him safe from the Fanged Pride until he could get it. He was trapped in a circle of agony he could not buy out of, so again and miserably, he tried talking.[/color]

[color=#f2ef85]“I [i]-cough, cough-[/i] have it! Bane, buddy, of course I have it! Most of it!”[/color] [color=808080]Truth finally started to trickle out under pressure. He slithered his way back, hands up, the scarring near his arms peeking from his shawl as he tried to appease the prowling lion.[/color] [color=#f2ef85]“It’s just… technically… he has the rest of it?”[/color] [color=808080]A shaky finger pointed at Jaxon, scared to accuse him, but also desperate to throw the heat onto someone else. [/color][color=#f2ef85]“We’re, aha, trying to work out an itty bitty payment plan for this shipment coming in- [i]delayed[/i], yeah, a little, you know, the sandstorms that have been coming through, my guy’s probably just escorting a prisoner caravan that got separated in the dust- Jaxon- JAXON-”[/color] [color=808080]He twisted to the approaching human quick, [/color][color=#f2ef85]“Alright, maybe he didn’t pull through, but I’ll figure it out! I’ll just need - maybe a little more grease for the wheel and- I’m not pulling a fast on you, you don’t pull fasts in places you can’t get [i]fast away from THAT’S THE POINT OF IT JAXON PLEASE-”[/i][/color]

“Can you assholes back off the kid?” [color=808080]The accursed beside Iggi rose to her hooves, disrupting the two shadows that were closing in on his head. Glowing yellow eyes flashed with unveiled annoyance beneath her twisted horns and mossy hair. A runed collar, heftier and inscribed with more etchings than the ones on Bane and Iggi, weighed down her neck. The woman - Iggi couldn’t remember the name, though she’d been brought in with the same batch as him, it wasn’t like they’d ever exchanged words - was half the size of the brutes. And yet she was sneering up at them, her silence broken and arms crossed with attitude.[/color] “Surely you two big shots have something better to do than shake down a nobody you could use as a jump rope. Like you couldn’t get any more pathetic.”

[color=808080]Iggi closed his gawking mouth. He didn’t know whether he felt more grateful or insulted, but he did know for sure terror trumped both of those, and this woman (whom he would wholeheartedly place the blame on for any further consequence) was getting them killed.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[hider=NPCs mentioned][table][row][cell][justify][center][h3][sup][b][color=bf8c50]J A X O N[/color][/b][/sup][/h3][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fb20dc7f25ed.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hider=Story][center][h3][sup][sub]human  | 41 | warfare | handicraft[/sub][/sup][/h3][/center][color=808080]Also known as Jaxon One-Eyed or Jaxon the Cyclops; both of which he utterly despises. A short-tempered, belligerent berserker from the Free Marches, Jaxon leads the Ironhand gang in the lowest level of Bloodsand Gaol.

[i]penned by ThePigOrcEmpire[/i][/color][/hider][/justify][/cell][cell]
[justify][center][h3][sup][b][color=bf8c50]B A N E[/color][/b][/sup][/h3][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/59c0878c2227.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hider=Story][center][h3][sup][sub]accursed | 26 | warfare | plunder | curse of twin moons[/sub][/sup][/h3][/center][color=808080]A foolhardy, braggadacious leonine Accursed, and leader of the Fanged Pride gang in the lowest level of Bloodsand Gaol. A former highwayman with an unparalleled skill in brawling and grappling.

[i]penned by ThePigOrcEmpire[/i][/color][/hider][/justify][/cell][cell]
[justify][center][h3][sup][b][color=bf8c50]C A S T O R[/color][/b][/sup][/h3][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/4ff66c31c1a7.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hider=Story][center][h3][sup][sub]accursed | 23 | miracles | skullduggery | plunder | curse of dragon (poison)[/sub][/sup][/h3][/center][color=808080]A cold, crypt-dwelling satyr ranger from the Empire's frontiers. Performs miracles of holy, undead-repelling magicks - but all for the personal gain of looting tombs. Has a small crow griffin companion named Mica that helps her seek out shinies.

[i]penned by CabbageAngel[/i][/color][/hider][/justify][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]

[hr][right][i][color=808080]collabs - none | pc interacts - none | [@ThePigOrcEmpire][/color][/i][/right]