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Blades of the Blood Coast

Emmaline cocked an eyebrow at Migi, even as her gaze tried to follow the tanned newcomer into the back room with his crate. Whoever he was he clearly wasn't anyone to be trifled with. Given the way he had handled the knight he was clearly a man with skills and enough importance that he wasn't worried about the ass sat, bloody nosed, noble making trouble for him.

"That was nearly very disturbing," she admitted to the burrowhob. Despite her best efforts she was momentarily overwhelmed with visions of cities and forests in flame and felt an alien thrill tremble through her body. It left an odd taste in her mouth that she associated with the strange voice in her head. The thought triggered a mental chuckle that made her more uncomfortable that the words and the visions had done.

"Excuse me for a minute," she said standing up and brushing herself off. She realised as she did so that she still looked like she was one step away from taking up begging, whoring, or more probably both. Perhaps it would have made more sense to look for clothing, though following the Dwarf still seemed like about as much fun as throwing herself into one of Varone's canals.

"We should keep an ear open for this Sultana thing too," she opined, "always money to be made with rumors like that." With a quick step she followed the tanned man back into the kitchen, attempting to get a look at whatever it was he had taken so much trouble to get into the inn.

The Sunday Group - The Flicker Cases

The Final Four!

@Rapid Reader The Trash Alchemist
@POOHEAD189 The Jack of All Trades
@Xacha The Deep one Librarian
@Jarl Coolgruuf Cabela's with Extreme Prejudice

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If you were selected please move your character to the character tab and I will be hoping to get the first investigation started tomorrow!

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Damn the torpedos!

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Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Emmaline watched Neil go in a bit of a buzz, before she could comment however Rogello had grabbed her, gently but firmly, and propelled her through a back a linen curtained door into a large room with a six foot wooden tub bound with a hoop of black iron.

"Have you been eating fish?" the Tilean asked wrinkling his nose. Before Emmaline could reply he was peeling off her leather justicar outfit and tossing the various components to the corners of the room. Emmaline instinctively tried to cover herself, though this was at best a questionable propitiation. Rogello clucked.

"None of that, I'm like a doctor, but you know, not a creepy doctor," he reassured her, and then immediately undercut the message by giving her a shove that toppled her over into the bath with a splash. Emmaline came up spluttering, relived to discover that the water was actually fairly warm. As she wiped her blond hair out of her eyes Rogello fetched one of three kettles from a large fireplace on the back wall and poured the steaming contents into the tub. Emmaline scooted back allowing the scalding water to diffuse bring the water from warm to pleasantly hot. Rogello grabbed a cake of scented soap and a brush.

"You know I can...ow!" Rogello siezed her by the shoulder and began to scrub her with the soap, lathering her neck and shoulders before taking the rough brush and beginning to scrub. It wasn't exactly painful but the sensation was more than ticklish, even more so when he stood her up and gave her breasts, belly and back the same treatment. She was about to object when he shoved her down and began to pour buckets of water over her hair before lathering a different soap in his hands before running them through her hair. Now that she wasn't having bristled dragged across her nipples Emmaline subsided and allowed the tailor to finish bathing her, which he did with quick efficiency.

"Now, let me measure you and we will see what we can do for clothing seeing master Neil has decided to be so generous..."

A half hour later Emmaline was caparisoned in something between the height of Imperial fashion and the more extravagant Brettonian style. She wore a dress of silk that was such a dark blue it was almost black, layered in waves down over her bodice and stretching down to her ankles where it flared modestly. Sashes of cloth of gold had been tied between the layers in diagonal bands that ran from the base of her shoulder and just below her right breast down to a knot at her left hip and a dark blue sapphire hung from a gold plated chain around her neck, pure gold seeming an unnecessary expense. Rogello had also combed her hair until it shone and then tied it back with some golden cord in an elaborate knot at the base of her skull before it spread out down her back.

"Ah signornia, bellisimo," Rogello said clearly pleased with his handiwork.

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Emmaline through her arms around Neil's neck and kissed him, her hands throbbing as blood rushed back into them. They hadn't hurt exactly but they had become numb from the tight wire bindings. There were any number of reasons why binding her with wire was a bad idea, but they had wisely not unbound her or removed her gag. Well Helmut had lived, briefly, to learn why that was a bad idea. Emmaline glanced to his cooling corpse. The stone spell had reached his shoulder now and would continue until the body was completely engulfed in stone. Doubtless the next group of criminals to take up in this place would be disquieted.

"I'm alright, thanks to you" she said, leaning her cheek against Neil's shoulder. She was trying to put on a brave face but she really was relieved that he had come. She very much doubted that even if she had gotten free she could have mustered enough magic to get free before she was shot or stabbed.

"Your like a hero out of the stories," she said, not entirely meaning it as a joke. She climbed over Helmut's body and lead Neil towards the stairs. It was unlikely that the watch would pay any attention to a couple of extra gunshots during black powder week, but she had a professionals instinct to flee the scene of the crime. Plus the smell of pickled herring was making her nauseous.

"Well if there is a free dinner in it I shall endeavor to get kidnapped more often," she joked, working her jaw to restore it and work the taste of the gag out of it. She squeezed Neil's hand, the gesture cutting through her usually jocular manner for a moment before her insouciant grin returned.

"Though we might need to use different names if we go back to the Golden Comet."

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Emmaline had scarcely dared to hope that rescue would come. She knew that the moment she was presented as a 'justicar' to be traded the temple would know she was a fraud. Even if she survived that revelation the Temple courts took a pretty dim view of impersonating a cleric. She wasn't sure what the punishment was but it probably started at 'public beating' and ended at 'burned at the stake until dead', both fates to be avoided. She couldn't believe her luck when she heard the gun fire and screams from above. She did her best to hunch in the corner and avoid attention, just in case someone took it into their mind to shoot or stab her. They did neither, instead her orginal captor, whose name she thought was Helmut from snatches of conversation she had over heard jerked her to her feet and pressed the barrel of his pistol to her head.

"Mmmmrrmmmph," Emmaline said through her gag. The fellow pressed her ahead of him like a human shield, keeping her body between him and Neil.

"Look, I'm just going to trade her for my brother, then she will be free no sweat," the fellow said, crouching to expose the smallest amount of his body possible.

"Mrrn nmmmpph arr mmrrrll jussstrc," Emmaline said through her gag.

"What?" Helmut demanded, his eyes wide and panicy now, Emmaline tried not to think of that shaking finger on the trigger.

"Mrrn nmmmpph arr mmrrrll jussstrc," she repeated patiently and calmly as she could. Helmut reached up and yanked her gag free. Emmaline said something low and under her voice. The light in the room seemed to dim for a moment and Neil caught the flash of gold in her eyes.

"I'm not a real justicar," she said, her voice now calm and almost happy. Helmut gripped her hard with his hand spinning her to face him.

"What do you mean!" he demanded incredously. Emmaline almost felt pitty as she watched his desperate plan fall appart around him. If he hadn't kidnapped her, and he had been able to pay she might have been willing to help him, but several hours being manhandeld in a basement that stank of old fish had not improved her mood.

"I am a real wizard though, well, apprentice wizard," she admitted. At the mention of sorcery Helmut's will finally snapped. He pulled the trigger and the flint of his pistol snapped forward into the pan. There was an odd fizzling sound and liquid spattered back out of the touch hole like dust blown through a straw.

"What!?" he demanded and tried to drop the gun, only to find that it was attached to his hand. Or rather that the stone spreading the granite that had set on his skin where the powder had back blasted. Helmut screamed and shook at his hand trying to free himself of the spell.

"The first thing you need to know about gold wizards is..." BOOM. Helmut's forehead burst like a ripe melon as he took a step back away from her. Neil lowered his smoking pistol.

"Wait was that going to be a big dramatic thing?" he asked.

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