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I'll throw in interest
can you send a link?
We can do a 1x1 then
I'm down for one or the other
Ok I'm Interested
Is the Use of magic necessary?
I find this Interesting as well.
Dragon In The Slums
Brizzi and his compatriots were at the least disturbed by what they saw, but being seasoned criminals, they shook it off. The members of the crew then mounted their horses and followed the heretic to the central bank. As they rode, the heretic barked commands “Brizzi, use your connections to gather a crowd! Send rumors that the bank will run out of coin soon so that many will flock here! Edith and Claudette! Once the crowd has gained sufficient size, use your magic to cause a riot! Oscar! Wait near the rear gate! We will open it for you! Elia! You’re with me!”. As they approached the bank the Dragon spoke “I hope that you realize that you didn’t need to kill those people… Although it was likely for the better.” His voice was mellow compared to its usual boom. “After seeing the degeneracy… suffering… and despair first hand… I knew for sure.. That you are right” His tone was solemn. The dragon then spoke softly “do not fret my child, for you are but a fledgling warrior, and you are not used to drawing blood. Howerver, with time your mind shall become calloused, and you shall gain the power that will attain everlasting peace, as it is in our homeland.” The heretic smiled softly “A homeland that I don’t even know” a seed of doubt re-emerged, is he being fooled? Is he really doing the right thing? He studied the maps and continued to form his plan as he rode onward.
Brizzi broke off the formation as the Heretic and his pendant conversed. “What a quack” he muttered as he rode to a small building. When he went inside he disturbed a congregation of opium addicts. He waddled to a corner and lifted one of the floorboards, revealing a stash of marks, which he promptly snatched. He returned to his horse, riding to an orphanage. He walked inside and a tall, fit middle aged man with a moustache stared at him blankly “Hello Brizzi” His voice was hostile. “Save the attitude, I need something done NOW” He slammed the bag of marks on the table. “Send your quickest runners to the merchants and let them know that the first fifty to spread the rumor that the bank’s coffers are about to run dry will receive one token of imperfect electrum.”. Looking at the bag for a second, the man reluctantly accepted and sent his children off to the markets. Soon rumors spread through the slums and middle district that the bank will soon run out of coin and the mark will crash. Brizzi left the orphanage, and rode off to attend some other business before returning to spectate the raid on the bank.
“If you must kill again, do not fret. This place is corrupt, no matter how you look at it, so do what you must to gain influence” spoke the dragon. As they finally reached the bank they all stopped at the same location, where they would retrieve their horses when done. The mages waited at the courtyard for the crowd to gain mass “Come to the rear entrance when you’re finished” the heretic said to them. Oscar walked to an area where he could see the rear entrance. Elia and the Heretic went to the side of the building, waiting for the chaos to begin.
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Dual paths
There was a man outside the library, nearly seven foot tall, and heavily muscled. He wore the armor of the city, and had an arming sword at his hip. He had strong features, and had long, slightly curly hair that was just beginning to grey. He was accompanied by others who wore the same type of armor that he wore. His face was filled with rage, eyes widened with insanity, teeth bared. He snarled as he delivered a crashing punch to a lieutenant’s face who fell to the ground, clutching his visage, in agony.
He stormed off, kicking down one of the doors to the library. As he entered, all froze. He began to pace back and forth muttering all sorts of profanities that were unknown to Jonathan. He had just received the news of the attack on the Ahlret-Liu company’s representative, and the loss of some very valuable commodities, he was absent for the raid and knew that the failure would fall onto him. His fist fell onto the table which the outworlder was sitting at, causing it to jolt. The large man did not make eye contact at first, but hyperventilated due to the stress he was experiencing. His attention was then grabbed by the man’s equipment, clothing and hairstyle, which was when his look of rage and insanity shifted to one of utter perplexment. He then said in a firm, but condescending tone “By existence, who the fuck are you?”
Brizzi and his compatriots were at the least disturbed by what they saw, but being seasoned criminals, they shook it off. The members of the crew then mounted their horses and followed the heretic to the central bank. As they rode, the heretic barked commands “Brizzi, use your connections to gather a crowd! Send rumors that the bank will run out of coin soon so that many will flock here! Edith and Claudette! Once the crowd has gained sufficient size, use your magic to cause a riot! Oscar! Wait near the rear gate! We will open it for you! Elia! You’re with me!”. As they approached the bank the Dragon spoke “I hope that you realize that you didn’t need to kill those people… Although it was likely for the better.” His voice was mellow compared to its usual boom. “After seeing the degeneracy… suffering… and despair first hand… I knew for sure.. That you are right” His tone was solemn. The dragon then spoke softly “do not fret my child, for you are but a fledgling warrior, and you are not used to drawing blood. Howerver, with time your mind shall become calloused, and you shall gain the power that will attain everlasting peace, as it is in our homeland.” The heretic smiled softly “A homeland that I don’t even know” a seed of doubt re-emerged, is he being fooled? Is he really doing the right thing? He studied the maps and continued to form his plan as he rode onward.
Brizzi broke off the formation as the Heretic and his pendant conversed. “What a quack” he muttered as he rode to a small building. When he went inside he disturbed a congregation of opium addicts. He waddled to a corner and lifted one of the floorboards, revealing a stash of marks, which he promptly snatched. He returned to his horse, riding to an orphanage. He walked inside and a tall, fit middle aged man with a moustache stared at him blankly “Hello Brizzi” His voice was hostile. “Save the attitude, I need something done NOW” He slammed the bag of marks on the table. “Send your quickest runners to the merchants and let them know that the first fifty to spread the rumor that the bank’s coffers are about to run dry will receive one token of imperfect electrum.”. Looking at the bag for a second, the man reluctantly accepted and sent his children off to the markets. Soon rumors spread through the slums and middle district that the bank will soon run out of coin and the mark will crash. Brizzi left the orphanage, and rode off to attend some other business before returning to spectate the raid on the bank.
“If you must kill again, do not fret. This place is corrupt, no matter how you look at it, so do what you must to gain influence” spoke the dragon. As they finally reached the bank they all stopped at the same location, where they would retrieve their horses when done. The mages waited at the courtyard for the crowd to gain mass “Come to the rear entrance when you’re finished” the heretic said to them. Oscar walked to an area where he could see the rear entrance. Elia and the Heretic went to the side of the building, waiting for the chaos to begin.
@aqutanama
Dual paths
There was a man outside the library, nearly seven foot tall, and heavily muscled. He wore the armor of the city, and had an arming sword at his hip. He had strong features, and had long, slightly curly hair that was just beginning to grey. He was accompanied by others who wore the same type of armor that he wore. His face was filled with rage, eyes widened with insanity, teeth bared. He snarled as he delivered a crashing punch to a lieutenant’s face who fell to the ground, clutching his visage, in agony.
He stormed off, kicking down one of the doors to the library. As he entered, all froze. He began to pace back and forth muttering all sorts of profanities that were unknown to Jonathan. He had just received the news of the attack on the Ahlret-Liu company’s representative, and the loss of some very valuable commodities, he was absent for the raid and knew that the failure would fall onto him. His fist fell onto the table which the outworlder was sitting at, causing it to jolt. The large man did not make eye contact at first, but hyperventilated due to the stress he was experiencing. His attention was then grabbed by the man’s equipment, clothing and hairstyle, which was when his look of rage and insanity shifted to one of utter perplexment. He then said in a firm, but condescending tone “By existence, who the fuck are you?”
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