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I'd hope so.
Oh I get that. Yeah take as much time as needed and best of luck on the exams.
Interrogation of Mimsy.
"...And that is when the boss said I could have a pet rabbit. And I really have been practicing not accidentally killing the fluffy bunnies when I pet them, like boss said I would do if I had a pet rabbit. So I have been really practicing not accidentally killing the fluffy bunnies when I pet them, so that I could be trusted with a cuddly rabbit!" Mimsy said, not caring or really noticing a few bruises from his freshly bare feet, that must have been made by the Gnome earlier, probably when he was talking about the Boss some, but apparently not the thing the Gnome wanted to hear about the Boss.
The Gnome just glanced at Mimsy, astonished at the nonsense he heard. He quickly began rubbing his temple as he sighed. "I WAS JUST CONFIRMING WHO YOU WOR-" The Gnome boomed enhanced by his natural baritone voice.
Mimsy quickly spoke up, "You mean Boss? Boss is nice, though some people say that he is a money-grubbing sociopath who cares for no one! But that is not true!" Mimsy said very adamantly, "Boss is nice, like this one time, he didn't beat me up even though I made a mistake. OH! And this other time, long ago, Boss took me to a Festival to get me to shut up!"
The Gnome dropped his chains, as much as he wanted to enjoy slamming the meat-hooks into Mimsy, he had to slam his right palm at his face. "Gwa... Oh by Pelor this is going to be a long one." He said as he muttered to himself, while Mimsy just smiled on at the Gnome, eager to talk about the virtues of his boss. "OH! OH! OH! And this other time, boss was really really upset, and I asked him if he wanted to tell me to shut up or glare at me, and he said that he didn't want to! And that was nice! Because Boss is nice, and he knows it makes me feel a bit sad when he glares at me, and yells at me to shut up. Though sometimes, Boss is right to yell about that! And Boss knows when he is ri-"
The Gnome clutched at the top of his hair as he growled out, "Okay, just. SHUT UP! I need to think!" The Gnome yelled at his interrogation target. Though, he had the eerie feeling that it was not Mimsy being interrogated, but he, himself was the true target of this. Mimsy proceeded to shut up, as the Gnome began pacing back and forth as he picked up his chains with the meat-hook, pondering on how to get the bastard to talk, and how he could torture Mimsy, rather cruelly and effectively, for driving him insane.
"...And that is when the boss said I could have a pet rabbit. And I really have been practicing not accidentally killing the fluffy bunnies when I pet them, like boss said I would do if I had a pet rabbit. So I have been really practicing not accidentally killing the fluffy bunnies when I pet them, so that I could be trusted with a cuddly rabbit!" Mimsy said, not caring or really noticing a few bruises from his freshly bare feet, that must have been made by the Gnome earlier, probably when he was talking about the Boss some, but apparently not the thing the Gnome wanted to hear about the Boss.
The Gnome just glanced at Mimsy, astonished at the nonsense he heard. He quickly began rubbing his temple as he sighed. "I WAS JUST CONFIRMING WHO YOU WOR-" The Gnome boomed enhanced by his natural baritone voice.
Mimsy quickly spoke up, "You mean Boss? Boss is nice, though some people say that he is a money-grubbing sociopath who cares for no one! But that is not true!" Mimsy said very adamantly, "Boss is nice, like this one time, he didn't beat me up even though I made a mistake. OH! And this other time, long ago, Boss took me to a Festival to get me to shut up!"
The Gnome dropped his chains, as much as he wanted to enjoy slamming the meat-hooks into Mimsy, he had to slam his right palm at his face. "Gwa... Oh by Pelor this is going to be a long one." He said as he muttered to himself, while Mimsy just smiled on at the Gnome, eager to talk about the virtues of his boss. "OH! OH! OH! And this other time, boss was really really upset, and I asked him if he wanted to tell me to shut up or glare at me, and he said that he didn't want to! And that was nice! Because Boss is nice, and he knows it makes me feel a bit sad when he glares at me, and yells at me to shut up. Though sometimes, Boss is right to yell about that! And Boss knows when he is ri-"
The Gnome clutched at the top of his hair as he growled out, "Okay, just. SHUT UP! I need to think!" The Gnome yelled at his interrogation target. Though, he had the eerie feeling that it was not Mimsy being interrogated, but he, himself was the true target of this. Mimsy proceeded to shut up, as the Gnome began pacing back and forth as he picked up his chains with the meat-hook, pondering on how to get the bastard to talk, and how he could torture Mimsy, rather cruelly and effectively, for driving him insane.
Bit of Rabble at the Den
"Bwahaha!" A human man was laughing, as he spat out his ale onto the tavern wench's blouse. She gave him a glare, "That'll cost ya." The human man, a pudgy set man, with a thin mustache that was recently trimmed, and was dressed in a festive yellow tunic, with trims of purple embroidery around the edges, peered at the tavern wench eying her with a lustful endeavour. He licked his lips before cocking up his left eyebrow. He sauntered his right elbow on the table as he tried his damnest to sound suave, "For what, the waste of ale or spotting those marve-"
That is when he was cold-clocked by the tavern wench, and fell flat on his ass, from being knocked off from his booth. He whimpered in pain as he held onto his right eye, which was already quickly becoming swolen. The table burst out into laughter, some with applause, "And that's another one knocked out by 'Devil's Dame' Hildred!" said a relatively young man, who was dressed in rather dirty rags. Hildred glanced at the young one, "Ah, if you think that was good, you should have seen what my husband would do. ...Damn bastard seems to be always sleeping, when this stuff seems ta happen." She said as she idly cracked her right knuckle, and glanced at the assembled patrons. "If any of you 'tavern trash'," Hildred emphasized tavern trash, in such a way that she meant it in a loving way for this band of ruffians, scoundrels, and general ne'er-do-wells, but having that love underscored by an incredibly cold, and harsh undertone.
"Keep me from making my man dinner on time by having to smack sense intaya..." She glared at them immediately before bursting into a bit of laughter, as she began shaking her head. This was immediately followed by staring at a Dwarf who wore a particularly large brown leather hat, with a pronounced brim, and a wilting pointed tip that went down. "You lost the wager ya made earlier, and ya know what that meaans..." she said in a rather sing-songy tune, as she beamed a heart-felt grin, which was both joyful and snarky in its nature. Though as this was Hildred, it came off more as snarky than a genuine happiness. As the tavern quickly hushed, with many of the patrons leaning in to glance at the dwarf.
The Dwarf, tugged on his dark red beard, as he gave a solemn nod to Hildred. "Aye, gotta pay for all the rounds comin' up." And that is when the tavern exploded in great cheers, and many toastings. The Dwarf opened a violet coin purse as he began counting his coin, "I... maaay be doing some work, cleaning dishes, floor and what have you... As I know for sure I won't have enough to quench the thirst of all these patrons with just coin." Hildred smirked at the Dwarf, "Oh it'll be fun, don't you worry." The tavern again exploded into laughter and cheers at the Dwarf.
"Bwahaha!" A human man was laughing, as he spat out his ale onto the tavern wench's blouse. She gave him a glare, "That'll cost ya." The human man, a pudgy set man, with a thin mustache that was recently trimmed, and was dressed in a festive yellow tunic, with trims of purple embroidery around the edges, peered at the tavern wench eying her with a lustful endeavour. He licked his lips before cocking up his left eyebrow. He sauntered his right elbow on the table as he tried his damnest to sound suave, "For what, the waste of ale or spotting those marve-"
That is when he was cold-clocked by the tavern wench, and fell flat on his ass, from being knocked off from his booth. He whimpered in pain as he held onto his right eye, which was already quickly becoming swolen. The table burst out into laughter, some with applause, "And that's another one knocked out by 'Devil's Dame' Hildred!" said a relatively young man, who was dressed in rather dirty rags. Hildred glanced at the young one, "Ah, if you think that was good, you should have seen what my husband would do. ...Damn bastard seems to be always sleeping, when this stuff seems ta happen." She said as she idly cracked her right knuckle, and glanced at the assembled patrons. "If any of you 'tavern trash'," Hildred emphasized tavern trash, in such a way that she meant it in a loving way for this band of ruffians, scoundrels, and general ne'er-do-wells, but having that love underscored by an incredibly cold, and harsh undertone.
"Keep me from making my man dinner on time by having to smack sense intaya..." She glared at them immediately before bursting into a bit of laughter, as she began shaking her head. This was immediately followed by staring at a Dwarf who wore a particularly large brown leather hat, with a pronounced brim, and a wilting pointed tip that went down. "You lost the wager ya made earlier, and ya know what that meaans..." she said in a rather sing-songy tune, as she beamed a heart-felt grin, which was both joyful and snarky in its nature. Though as this was Hildred, it came off more as snarky than a genuine happiness. As the tavern quickly hushed, with many of the patrons leaning in to glance at the dwarf.
The Dwarf, tugged on his dark red beard, as he gave a solemn nod to Hildred. "Aye, gotta pay for all the rounds comin' up." And that is when the tavern exploded in great cheers, and many toastings. The Dwarf opened a violet coin purse as he began counting his coin, "I... maaay be doing some work, cleaning dishes, floor and what have you... As I know for sure I won't have enough to quench the thirst of all these patrons with just coin." Hildred smirked at the Dwarf, "Oh it'll be fun, don't you worry." The tavern again exploded into laughter and cheers at the Dwarf.
Dealing with the Gnolls
And just as Ark was doing the ominous threat of watch your remarks, that is when the Wood Elf reinforcements, came on horseback. The Wood Elves glared at the Gnoll, and quickly drew out bows and were ready to fire. "Give us the word Randolf and we'll fire. We are yours to command." Cateline immediately shot him a glare, probably to encourage him not to kill the lead they had. Randolf grumbled, as he glanced at the Elves, "As much as I would love to give you the order, Rihar is leading this operation. Not me.' Rihar cocked his head as he glanced at the Wood Elves who unstrung their bows and placed their arrows back in the quivers.
One of the wood elves glanced at the other, "Wait so Randolf isn't the Dwarf?"
"Appears not." said the other, both of their steeds were calm in the face of these horrible, horrible monsters. Randolf shot daggers at Ark as he brought up information on the land, and he... knew the wretched cur had a point. One that Rihar would make obvious if he brought it up. Randolf sulked, as the Wood Elves glanced down at the Dwarf.
"Caedan." said the slightly taller Wood Elf who had his head shaven completely, and a scar down the bridge of his nose, he was a tad lankier than his companion.
His companion, who had more muscle and had a lengthy brown mane of hair, which was kept in a ponytail, that went down to his tailbone spoke up in a slightly softer pitched voice. "Sylchor"
They both gave a salute to Rihar. Caedan spoke first, "Captain Ironmaw..." then Sylchor spoke, "well you know." Caedan spoke again, "So we were sent." Sylchor spoke up again, "for reasons you would probably assume." Caedan and Slychor then spoke in union, "So we are now at your disposal."
Rihar gave a quick nod, "Welcome boys. Cateline is searchin' corpses and we are askin' the Gnoll a couple o'questions. That should catch you two up to speed." The pair both nodded in union and replied, "Right."
Elric's Manor - The Description of the Exterior
Ah, this was a most wondrous sight, and a sight Elric did not see all too often, as he would constantly stay at his shop working with various surgeries and barber-craft, instead staying at the manor house. It stood over verdant lush green fields, which appeared to be natural for the area. Near the entrance way there was a small vegetable garden, well for the manor anyway, that was surrounded by some white stones, that were surrounding the vegetation that was planted in a dark soil, which did not appear to be very rich and fertile, but nonetheless it still had some crops that were yet to be harvest, mostly as they hadn't finished growing in yet. The crops that were still in the soil, if one were to head up and observe it would be primarily radishes and carrots, that were close to harvesting, but were not yet ready to be harvested.
The manor itself was light grey in its complexion as it was composed of stones of that color. The great hall, which was a rather noticeable feature had the typical large windows, in order to get light into the hall. Unlike other manor houses, the actual entrance was not extremely luxurious. The door was made of a dark oak, and had a large iron knocker on both of the sides of the door. However, the windows to the manor house was fairly luxurious in its nature, as the windows were stained. The window on the left featured a plague doctor in his gear tending to a female patient who was in the rather late states of the plague. On the right, there was that same plague doctor with the patient cured of any trace of plague.
The roof of the manor was made of red planked wood, the great hall of the manor was a gabled design, as were the left and right chambers. There were rather large black chimneys producing soot, one above the great hall, one further down the left and right chambers, towards the middle of the building. Speaking of the left and right chambers, in front of them were trimmed hedge-bushes, in a simple block frame. However, in front of it on the left side there was a fountain, that contained a statue of an angel, and some cherubs, with a few blankets set out in front of it, where it appears some individuals were currently sitting in front of. On the left side of the building, there were a few horseshoe poles set up at a variety of distances.
Elric paused as he spoke up, "...This, is why I want to get back to work as soon as possible." He stated plainly and bluntly, knowing damn well he needed to keep his coffers very much up. And the fact that seeing the manor, and not having a spouse and heir despite these holdings made him incredibly melancholic. At least with the shop he would have some excuse for not having an heir. Elric waited in the lull before speaking again, "Also I really need to send that knight a missive."
And just as Ark was doing the ominous threat of watch your remarks, that is when the Wood Elf reinforcements, came on horseback. The Wood Elves glared at the Gnoll, and quickly drew out bows and were ready to fire. "Give us the word Randolf and we'll fire. We are yours to command." Cateline immediately shot him a glare, probably to encourage him not to kill the lead they had. Randolf grumbled, as he glanced at the Elves, "As much as I would love to give you the order, Rihar is leading this operation. Not me.' Rihar cocked his head as he glanced at the Wood Elves who unstrung their bows and placed their arrows back in the quivers.
One of the wood elves glanced at the other, "Wait so Randolf isn't the Dwarf?"
"Appears not." said the other, both of their steeds were calm in the face of these horrible, horrible monsters. Randolf shot daggers at Ark as he brought up information on the land, and he... knew the wretched cur had a point. One that Rihar would make obvious if he brought it up. Randolf sulked, as the Wood Elves glanced down at the Dwarf.
"Caedan." said the slightly taller Wood Elf who had his head shaven completely, and a scar down the bridge of his nose, he was a tad lankier than his companion.
His companion, who had more muscle and had a lengthy brown mane of hair, which was kept in a ponytail, that went down to his tailbone spoke up in a slightly softer pitched voice. "Sylchor"
They both gave a salute to Rihar. Caedan spoke first, "Captain Ironmaw..." then Sylchor spoke, "well you know." Caedan spoke again, "So we were sent." Sylchor spoke up again, "for reasons you would probably assume." Caedan and Slychor then spoke in union, "So we are now at your disposal."
Rihar gave a quick nod, "Welcome boys. Cateline is searchin' corpses and we are askin' the Gnoll a couple o'questions. That should catch you two up to speed." The pair both nodded in union and replied, "Right."
Elric's Manor - The Description of the Exterior
Ah, this was a most wondrous sight, and a sight Elric did not see all too often, as he would constantly stay at his shop working with various surgeries and barber-craft, instead staying at the manor house. It stood over verdant lush green fields, which appeared to be natural for the area. Near the entrance way there was a small vegetable garden, well for the manor anyway, that was surrounded by some white stones, that were surrounding the vegetation that was planted in a dark soil, which did not appear to be very rich and fertile, but nonetheless it still had some crops that were yet to be harvest, mostly as they hadn't finished growing in yet. The crops that were still in the soil, if one were to head up and observe it would be primarily radishes and carrots, that were close to harvesting, but were not yet ready to be harvested.
The manor itself was light grey in its complexion as it was composed of stones of that color. The great hall, which was a rather noticeable feature had the typical large windows, in order to get light into the hall. Unlike other manor houses, the actual entrance was not extremely luxurious. The door was made of a dark oak, and had a large iron knocker on both of the sides of the door. However, the windows to the manor house was fairly luxurious in its nature, as the windows were stained. The window on the left featured a plague doctor in his gear tending to a female patient who was in the rather late states of the plague. On the right, there was that same plague doctor with the patient cured of any trace of plague.
The roof of the manor was made of red planked wood, the great hall of the manor was a gabled design, as were the left and right chambers. There were rather large black chimneys producing soot, one above the great hall, one further down the left and right chambers, towards the middle of the building. Speaking of the left and right chambers, in front of them were trimmed hedge-bushes, in a simple block frame. However, in front of it on the left side there was a fountain, that contained a statue of an angel, and some cherubs, with a few blankets set out in front of it, where it appears some individuals were currently sitting in front of. On the left side of the building, there were a few horseshoe poles set up at a variety of distances.
Elric paused as he spoke up, "...This, is why I want to get back to work as soon as possible." He stated plainly and bluntly, knowing damn well he needed to keep his coffers very much up. And the fact that seeing the manor, and not having a spouse and heir despite these holdings made him incredibly melancholic. At least with the shop he would have some excuse for not having an heir. Elric waited in the lull before speaking again, "Also I really need to send that knight a missive."
Oh I fully understand. But yeah, need to describe the place, gotta do that.
Alongside other places, and switching it to the next day.
Alongside other places, and switching it to the next day.
In the words of Blizzard....
Soon(tm)
As such I need to pay my royalties to them, before I get to that.
Soon(tm)
As such I need to pay my royalties to them, before I get to that.
Disposing the Body
And so James cleared out a trunk within the study, pulling out a quilt and a pillow. After placing those two items aside, he would also have pulled out a, rather mature and adult Romance Novel, which appeared rather worn from multiple uses, as compared to the other ones that were there. The cover appeared mostly intact, such as its title, The Sorcerer's Flower. The author's name was worn out. Anyway, after clearing those out it was an easy task to place Remington within the trunk, and luckily for James, it appeared that he fit in mostly well. The corpse was a tad tight fitting inside the box, but he still fit in completely, maybe it'd take a bit of force to secure it shut, but it'd definitely stay shut.
And so James cleared out a trunk within the study, pulling out a quilt and a pillow. After placing those two items aside, he would also have pulled out a, rather mature and adult Romance Novel, which appeared rather worn from multiple uses, as compared to the other ones that were there. The cover appeared mostly intact, such as its title, The Sorcerer's Flower. The author's name was worn out. Anyway, after clearing those out it was an easy task to place Remington within the trunk, and luckily for James, it appeared that he fit in mostly well. The corpse was a tad tight fitting inside the box, but he still fit in completely, maybe it'd take a bit of force to secure it shut, but it'd definitely stay shut.
Dramatic Reveal of the Paper
James would have made a complete error if he in fact, respected 'basic decency' of the dead and did not loot it like a heroic hero. As he unfolded the paper, he also remembered that, guard chainmail armor could also be useful in obtaining money for candy. But ah, he did unfold the paper, which revealed there was another sheet in the paper as well. Fascinating.
The initial paper read as.
Agent 927. Ethay ieldsfay illway ebay athedbay inway oodblay, afterway
ethay operationway.
Thrak the praush U Jug banôs
The secondary paper read as.
Remember to get more hard-tack, and basic supplies.
Remember to make sure Mimsy shuts up.
Practice glaring.
Get more money.
It'll be worth it in the end.
...For myself, and possibly Mimsy, anyway.
James would have made a complete error if he in fact, respected 'basic decency' of the dead and did not loot it like a heroic hero. As he unfolded the paper, he also remembered that, guard chainmail armor could also be useful in obtaining money for candy. But ah, he did unfold the paper, which revealed there was another sheet in the paper as well. Fascinating.
The initial paper read as.
Agent 927. Ethay ieldsfay illway ebay athedbay inway oodblay, afterway
ethay operationway.
Thrak the praush U Jug banôs
The secondary paper read as.
Remember to get more hard-tack, and basic supplies.
Remember to make sure Mimsy shuts up.
Practice glaring.
Get more money.
It'll be worth it in the end.
...For myself, and possibly Mimsy, anyway.
Looting the Body.
And so James went through a time-honored tradition of many adventurers, looting the bodies of the fallen. In Remington's pockets he found a red handkerchief, with the symbol of the Nisceni Empire, a golden spider with it's legs extended outwards ready to embrace the world in conquest. He also found a gold piece, and three silver pieces in his pockets. Alongside these he also had a small sheet of paper that was folded up rather neatly. And he found a bit of hardtack, partially chewed, looked like enough for one meal.
Of course, the dagger he used earlier was back where he held Anya hostage... for a brief moment. Unfortunately for him, it didn't work out as well as intended.
And so James went through a time-honored tradition of many adventurers, looting the bodies of the fallen. In Remington's pockets he found a red handkerchief, with the symbol of the Nisceni Empire, a golden spider with it's legs extended outwards ready to embrace the world in conquest. He also found a gold piece, and three silver pieces in his pockets. Alongside these he also had a small sheet of paper that was folded up rather neatly. And he found a bit of hardtack, partially chewed, looked like enough for one meal.
Of course, the dagger he used earlier was back where he held Anya hostage... for a brief moment. Unfortunately for him, it didn't work out as well as intended.
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