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I'm in Europe guys, so I won't be able to come online the same times as the US player, aswell as having irregular hours as a nurse. So I prefer staying here.

So either
Shield or Bow and Arrow.
To clear it up for everyone:
Fay doesn't need the money NOW... She does expect to get her share at the end of the trip. I ain't a Saint.

@SearatYou're welcome ;)

@HEAVY METAL You left a . in the IC as post.
Ferezanthe raised an eyebrow at the manner the Merchant merely brushed her questions aside.
So much for transparency.
It mattered little in the end, they would probably all take the job, one person for certain, as she observed the old man.
The elderly man was eager, perhaps even desperate.
Though Fay wasn't one to judge on someone's appearance or age considering her own dealings with the Monstrous Regiment, it did make her wonder why a man of his age would be driven to such an uncertain path as theirs.
The adventuring life was hardly ever a guarantee for payment, Fay had heard of many adventuring parties getting in over their heads or becoming 'lost'.
Still, whilst she had her own past and need for the thrill, she could not help but feel that this job meant far more to him than it meant to her.
Her eyes quickly scanned his clothing.
They had seen better days...
Still she shouldn't pry and poke her nose in these affairs without invite, perhaps his reasons would come up later.
Eyeing the rest of the group she had to admit, they could certainly be counted as an eclectic bunch.
No doubt with interesting stories of their own.
The Human introduced himself as Akio and easily tossed the bag of coin over to the half orc that had joined them. Fay wasn't going to object in any case, Clerics were a useful bunch.
"Well if all of you are coming then I'd best get us another round so we may get to introduce ourselves. I'm assuming you all won't object to ale?" She asked before heading back to the bar to get 4 more.

As she returned she caught the words of the elderly man.
"So that's why you're risking your hide... Nice to meet you Edgar." She said as she shoved the mug of ale across the table over to him.
She eyed the cleric for a moment.
"Barkeep informed me you were drinking wine, so got you a goblet of wine 'Mister fanciful'." She joked with a wink.
"All kidding aside I for one am glad for your help. Having a divine to back you up does soothe the nerves a little." She said with a smile before shoving the other mug to the younger human 'Akio' and said.
"The name's Ferezanthe, but since that's a bit of a mouthful you all can call me Fay. Spellsword is my trade...that's what they called a Sorcerer Sellsword anyway, back in the days I was with the Monstrous Regiment." She said raising her mug in a sort of toast.
"Nice to be working with you boys." She said before taking a swig from her mug.
Fay calmly considered the proposal. It was fair enough, though it explained the man's desperation.

"Do you have any questions relevant to your job?" Vandernman asked.

"Any outstanding vendetta's, rivalries, misunderstandings or unresolved issues of any kind? If so, I'd like to know who we potentially would be crossing." She stated before moving her hand up to hold her chin in a sort of thinking pose.
"And what does your cargo exist out of? As in are there objects that we should keep an eye of in particular should we get 'troubled'?" She asked before looking at the other two, before adding.
"And you don't need to pay me as of yet. Only at the end when you have arrived at your destination. I don't know how these two feel about it, though."
Fay smirked as the two others joined her.
It gave her some assurance at least, it was always better to travel in numbers when in dangerous territory. She gave an appreciative nod of acknowledgement to the older man and couldn't help but raise a an eyebrow at the 'fine lady' remark of the young man.
Having travelled with the Monstrous Regiment one did kind of push aside the compliments, because they either came from the lecherous leader or the twins would act protectively, which meant that innocent stableboys were glowered into a corner and soldiers were 'tested'. Usually ending bad for the soldier and the twins having to be picked up from prison.

"Well, it seems you have the help and expertise of an accomplished huntsman, a formidable youngman and a my sorcerous self, unless you believe we aren't capable enough, I doubt you would find many others eager to help you with your current predicament." She offered.
Thank you, sorry for the mix up.
@Guardian Angel Haruki Ehm, I thought we could see through the wall at the guy with the red beard. Functionally I put myself next to Bartholomew. Oh and as for the clothes, it is a reference to what she wore before, not currently.

Fixed the lab part.
Ferezanthe entered the inn, catching on to the last words the Merchant spoke.
"But I need to get the supplies thru, won't anyone come? I'll pay three hundred gold."
"That's a hefty sum for none of you's to be replying." She spoke generally, before moving over to the man.
"But if none of them will aid you, I shall. I would be a discredit to the Boys if I allowed such a business opportunity to go to waste." She pulled him along towards an empty table.
"Sit yourself down, I'll need to get ourselves a couple of ales first before you will tell me all about this particular job of yours." Ferezanthe said gesturing for him to sit before heading over to the barkeep.
"Darling, I would like a couple of regulars. You know I am good for it." She said with her usual cheeky smile.
The barkeep snorted.
"Didn't we always pay the tab at the end? Including expenses for broken doors and furniture?" She calmly jogged his memory.
"And if I do end up missing, well you know my father is good for it."
As she received her ales, she flashed him a smile before heading back to the table.
"Here Mister," She said shoving the drink towards him, before taking a swig herself as she sat herself down.
"What, where, When, How and Why?" She rattled off the top of her head as she looked at him with calculating eyes.
"Kitty, copy me...Kitty Abort! I repeat Abort!"

As she thought back to Samuel's warning she felt her lips curl up in a sad smile, before she was struck so hard it was knocked off her face. She winced as she swallowed her metallic tasting own blood. Her face...would hurt in the morning...
The earpiece fell from her ear onto the rich burgundy carpet and the brute had noticed.
He picked it up and handed it over to a figure that came in from behind her. Whilst the other muscled suit pinned her arms in place. Her eyes widened when she noticed who the figure was that had entered the study.
The Pale Man.
He wasn't supposed to have been there.
She watched as he listened tentatively for a moment, before replying.
"I'm sorry, I am afraid your cat has met with a terrible accident. My condolences." His accent was still as heavy as it had been all those years ago.

He then gave a nod to the two brutes holding her. They practically forced her on her knees, yanking her head back to make her look up at him.
The Pale Man, calmly settled himself against his desk, leaning backwards with his cane in between his legs as he looked down upon her.
"Katherina..." The voice sighed in a reprimanding manner. Like a father would talk to his daughter.
"Why did it have to be you, my dear..." Another sigh followed. This time more impatient, filled with frustration.
"I believed we had a good deal. Your betrayal cut me deep." He poured himself a finger of whatever concoction he was drinking currently, before swirling the glass and sniffing it.
"Such a disappointment you have been, you are breaking my heart."

"You have no heart."

"True. That is what makes this easier." He stated as he had unsheathed the blade from the cane.
"I told you once before, if you betray me I will have my pound of flesh. Your friend can listen, while I take it from you."

He tossed the earpiece on the floor now so poor Samuel could listen to everything.
"You'll scream, Kitty. I promise you that."

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The memories were jumbled and started to meld into one, but she knew there had been pain.
Worse than she had expected. She wasn't entirely sure when her consciousness had called it a day.
When it ceased staying awake and take anymore of the torturous horrors they inflicted upon her. She must have died surely.
She had known the risk. Such was the line of her profession.
There was no Geneva convention for her kind.
The snitches got more than stitches.
Still she had been a professional, somehow turning a bad situation into something decent. Or so she had assumed at the time.
Breaking in and getting the documentation so the boys back at HQ could work on a plan to fight evil.
How romantic that notion had been.
How naive she had been to think nothing of the consequences.
Or maybe her rude awakening was just part of the exercise. She couldn't be alive...Surely? As the darkness parted ways and some of the light sources overloaded her senses, she noticed the sheering pain had vanished.
In place of it there was an itch, a jolt of the body as her lungs cried out for air. She need to breathe again. instantly her lungs filled with air and fluid only to start coughing violently as a reflex. It felt like she fell towards the ground, the cold air and texture shocking her body awake. Her arms attempted to catch herself and the light and visions slowly adjusted.
She was alive...
The pale man...

Where was she? Trying to gather some sense of her surroundings she noticed her hands first. They were tiny...almost halved...
As this sunk in she instantly checked herself over only to realize this wasn't her body.
For an incredulous moment her brain asked her whether or not the Pale Man had done this.
Well if he had this was more than a pound. That gear had been expensive. The shoes alone had cost her an arm an a leg, figuratively.
As she stood up she noticed the others around her.
One was slowly gathering his senses against the wall, looking very similar to how she felt. Jumbled, confused and looking for answers.
Another had awoken and was speaking in a tongue unbeknownst to her until she mumbled a sentence she could make out.
"Honey, if I knew I'd tell you. Either this a twisted afterlife or we're about to find out." She spoke her voice lighter than her old one. Her body really had altered.
One tall man was looking off towards the light. She followed his gaze and joined his side.
"I take it we're not in Kansas anymore..." She joked half heartedly as her eyes fell over the man and the strange lab surrounding her.
Where in the world were they?






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