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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 01 Jul 2005 11:24 PM |
Elrendur, reading by candlelight in the Tel'Elena tower
((Hi Gene - Tel'Elena tower is currenty destroyed along with the rest of Ferein Inner City. I expect it will be rebuilt though)) |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 06 Jul 2005 01:01 AM |
Conn sat in Doc's after Jake had left and pondered his words. He knew that Jessup would not let him off easy. He had expected death but Jessp cut him a break. A hand broken and the brand of the Black Hand removed by acid; in public. Conn sighed. He would face these consequences with honor. He made his decision and now he would live with this pain to come.
"Tommorow evening i will take the pain and shame and then i will be free" He said under his breath as he chuged down an ale. The mark of the Black hand burned as he thought about what was to come. Conn smiled to himself as he tried to decide which hand to be broken. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 06 Jul 2005 11:27 PM |
It was done. It was over. Conn sat there in the dirty water of the canal near Betty's fish sand. His neck burned from the acid used to remove the mark of the hand. His hand was swolen and mangled from Jakes hammer. He worked at bandaging his left hand and making a sling, while the members of the hand talked around him. Thier voices were all but a soft breeze to Conn's ears. He sat in a state of shock and relief. It was over and done he answered to no one now. He heard Jake offering him a hand. He took it but Vomited before he made it too his feet. After another few minutes Conn's slowly rose to his feet and in a stupor walked away with a nod. He had survived his punishment and now he was his own man.
((for at least a Rl month Conn will have a sling around his neck and a bandaged left arm)) |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 14 Jul 2005 05:50 PM |
......"Sir Lothar.....Lothar....lets see...yes...yes...he wishes to open a place of business right next to the tour shop. I have his paperwork right here." the figure said.
"My employer wishes this to be put to a stop immediately. Im assuming the usual compensation will do?" the small figure said.
"Yes..of course. I shall put a stop to this with most haste.....eh how long would you like this to go on? Or does your employer wish to make this permenant? the larger figure spoke.
"As of now he wishes to merely put a halt on all this fellows paperwork towards his new shop....should this be permenant..we shall be in touch." said the small figure.
"Excellent! Ill get right on it....by the way...i hear tours will be starting soon..is that true?"
"Oh yes...my employer is in the midst of interviewing various new tour guides. Do stop by when they are running...im sure he will give you a free one". the small figure said with a smile.
"Eh...ive heard about those tours....not the most safe are they? the figure asked nervously
"Pfft! Nonsense....safe as could be....why id say theres more danger here in the Port than out there! I think thats something this Sir Lothar is going to find out." the small figure said with a grin. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 14 Jul 2005 06:02 PM |
"You and Jessup speak awfully loudly." Lothar sneered and walked off, head erect.
Jake just grinned. "Yeah, we speak awful loudly, alright. But Jessup carries an even bigger stick."
As he walked past the bar, he flipped a coin at Margaret, flashing a grin, and made his way for the door, and back out into the not-so-welcoming rain of the Port city. He walked through the streets, passing Lothar again near Gariert. He stopped, chuckling.
"You know, Lothar, you ought to be happy that we talk so loudly." There was a pause.
"And you ought to be happy I don't have anything against the Hand." Jake ignored him.
"If we didn't speak so loud, we might be forced to do otherwise to get our point across. Which is really what I was hoping to do in the first place. But I do my job." As he walked off, he cracked his knuckles. "Pray I don't become more than the messenger." |
- [Rob], Balthor, Jake, and Thomas. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 14 Jul 2005 10:00 PM |
Hans sat in his room in Brandibuck. It was all too unreal! He goes and sticks his neck out for Connavar, Connavar makes it out okay, but the axe constantly hung over his own neck. He had been threatened with murder for weeks now. He had been threatened with worse than murder in fact. However, he simply wanted to get on with life. Why wouldn't the Hand go and do the same? He could hide from them, certainly. But for how long? And the Happy Harpy Hall was supposed to go up next to the waterfront in Port Royale. That was months ago, but the builders seemed to be dragging their heels. Oh, it would get done eventually, but would he live to see it?
So what could he do? Sir Lothar seemed quite popular with a number of people. He was kind to males, gallant to females, and played the part of the knight perfectly. He even saved lives! So what else could he possibly do? It simply came down to asking his friends to keep a wary eye out, and exposing Jessup and Jake and the Hand for what they really were, a bunch of thuggish sods who went about doing wrong to the good and good to the wrong.
So he went around and told everyone he saw that might possibly care. Sir Lothar didn't care who was part of the Black Hand and who wasn't. He knew not *everyone* could be a part of the criminal organization. He told people like Connavar (but he already knew), Johe, Jubei, Salt, Gnimini, Leon... the list went on and on. But would it be enough? Who else could he tell? Who else would care?
Perhaps it was time to reveal who he truely was, as Hans Wilhelm to the Church of Midoran. He was turned to the diety of Midoran long ago when he married Rachel. Perhaps when he explained to the High Priest why he changed his name to reflect his change in life, it would be accepted and he would get help. After all, he was one of theirs, even if he didn't necessairily agree with the extremists.
Finally, Hans nodded his head in his room. This game was being played for keeps. Either the Hand took him out, or he took the Hand out, there would be no settlement, for the Hand would not accept that. He had mentioned time and again that he had nothing against the Hand and he simply wanted to keep Connavar alive. It mattered not. It was finally time to put some bite into his words. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 21 Jul 2005 01:53 AM |
"Catman....what the devil is that supposed to mean? Catman?" Nico kept repeating himself.
Mister Jessup just sat there studying his little trinket he was able to acquire from Siam.
"It goes on to say the following.....he issued a warning to any who would hurt ladies in the Port like her, saying that he would be watching, and that "it" would be stopped, as a cat kills a rat." Nico read on with a bit of interest.
"Oh how cavalier of this fellow" Terrance said as he rolled one of his many eyes and smirked.
Nico ignored Terrance's statements and said, "It would appear this noble is dead....how terrible."
Mister Jessup looked up with one eye as he contunued to fiddle with the the red glowing gem..."Haz Fat Zam an Jakez looka inta diz...i no likez da noblez blood in da port being zpilt..bringz too mucha tenzionz ere. Zpezially wen no one com azk Mizta Jezzup permizzion. Az dem talkz ta Candiez. Den Redbeard. I wantz ta know more bout diz Catman. Im may feazt on ratz..but in da Port Mizta Jezzup be da big dog...an i iz gon ztart bitin! An annuder tin...find Lady Coraz dangnabit! " With that he fixated back unto the gem. Nico nodded and began to write down Mister Jessup's requests. There was always work in the Port....most of it had to do with bloodshed sadly.
((Going camping for a few days folks...going to go see me some a them Sequoia trees and do a little river rafting down the Kern river! Take care of the Port while im gone! )) |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 22 Jul 2005 02:10 PM |
*in a swift move, a small figure in black comes from the shadows in the alleyway to expose the right-sized man*
*a small grin comes across the darkly shadowed man's face, barely noticeable*
*he walks to the front door of PAJWT and pins a weathered note that reads "Jessup" on front*
"maybes Jessups calls fer me soons, I needs sum works"
*As the sun hits his face, Molo smiles and turns back to the shadows* |
So a cleric, a ranger, and a thief walk into a bar, which one am I?
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 02 Aug 2005 05:16 PM |
The dock came into view as Vic sailed towards the misty shore. He tingled with excitment as the ship captain secured the boat ropes around the cleats on the sturdy but weathered warf. Vic thanked the captain for the pleasant trip, and the Captain helped him unload a bulky crate onto the warf which he had brough with him. "good gracious!" the Captain exclaimed as he broke into a sweat. "Its so heavy! What do you have in this thing?... a corpse?" Vic just laughed and jokingly said, "no Mate, awe managed ta stuff two in there!" The Captain hesitated and studied Vic for a moment, then let out a mild chuckle and told him that if he waited a few hours most likely one of the farmers would come by with a wagon and give him a ride to the Port. So, Vic waited patiently as the Captain loaded some fresh supplies and passengers aboard his boat and watched them sail off on their way back to Ribald Island.
Luckily, not long after the ship had sailed, Vic spotted a dwarf riding an ox-pulled wagon and hailed him to come over to the warf. The dwarven cart driver, Jusin, took Vic and his cargo to Pickston and Jessup's shop. There he unloaded the bulky crate and pushed it inside the dim lit room, slamming the two heavy doors behind him. Vic knew Jessup was going to be pleased with him..perhaps even promote him or assign him to another more important task. His lips curled into a grin as he sat patiently waiting for the "Big Guy" to return so he could tell of his discoveries and show him what was inside the crate. |
"PLEASE!!! Bury me with it!" |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 12 Aug 2005 07:40 PM |
"They said they were bird like creatures Mister Jessup...with a knack for the art of killing...highly skilled in it they said....difficult to strike. As if they were concealed." Nico watched closely for a reaction from Jessup. The orc just sat there twiddling with the glowing red ruby. Nico cleared his throat. "There...there was one more thing they found....It would appear that Conn was correct in his assessment of the situation. They have apparently found a new home underneath Midor in the sewers. However...or agents have reported it is a door well hidden to the naked eye. Beyond that lies another door...which we have not been able to get into. No doubt they are going to be much more cautious as to who can wander in. Lady Cora as well as Mr. Patton and Fat Sam all tried but failed to get in. To no avail. However.....according to documents found near these birdmen....it would seem that they too wish the extermination of our long time foes." Jessup looked up with a look of curiosity. Nico nodded and continued on. "Yes...someone within their ranks has the ability to shift form....something they plan to use to lure them into a trap."
Jessup leaned back in his chair and spoke. "Lady Zol az been zeen in da unnerzity. Wherz zhe be im no be far da fer zure. I wan a few ta go down der an zee wha dem can findz. No raize too mucha alarm ova diz.
"Of course sir...it will be done. Now then as to the situation with Sir Lothar. We have been successful in buying him some time until his trial thus far. However no official answer to his future. May I suggest we continue our search for this archeologist witness?" Jessup nodded in agreement. "Excellent. I have also been given word that his rat situation will be coming to an end as per your request sir. "
"Of other note sir...there have been quite a few new faces in the Port. New faces would of course mean new members. I assume you wish to keep an eye out for any worthy?"
"Yez....maka zure diz time we gitz zom wit a lilted blacker heart eh? Doz wit de conzienze bez zuited fer udder tingz. I wan top notch recruitz." Jessup snorted.
"Yes..of course sir. Now lastly...eh Caminus...the tour guide applicant. He...he..was a bit odd sir. Perhaps he isnt suited for this..." Jessup grunted. "Yes sir...ill tell him has hired. That would make two...Caminus and Melphus....we still need a third. I shall put the word out once again. I’m sure we can find someone else. Now then if there will be anything else sir...id like to get back to my paperwork". Jessup snorted in agreement and with a flash Nico was upstairs buried in papers. The orc gazed at the planateer on the table. The future. More bloodshed. As always. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 31 Aug 2005 11:30 AM |
OOC: standard disclaimer: all that follows is information that only a select few would know...
therefore please RP accordingly.
*note to Marrya Swift*
M.S.
We are most pleased with your progress as of late. Your work in the Midor sewers was well received by the organization. The new task given to you dealing with the Bloodwood is a dangerous one. Please refer to Sam if you have any questions regarding the job. He is your contact. Your goals are simple. First, infiltrate the group dealing with this new power in the Bloodwood. Gain their trust. Caution be wary of the Lorehammer and LaBelle, they won’t be as easy to convince of your false intentions. The others however are blinded by the common thought that all are acting in the best interest of the Buck. Second, Find out the source behind this new power in the Wood. Third, can it be manipulated to benefit our organization?
There is no time frame for this task. It is finished when we feel we can no longer benefit from your reports on this matter. We will inform you as such when the time comes. You are to proceed with caution. This is no simple occurrence that is happening in the Buck. Also. There are rumors that Midor is sending an agent to do its own investigation. We cannot stress how important that they do not gain the chance to exploit this new power should they be able to. We wish you luck in this matter.
Nico Scribe and Accountant of P&J Enterprises
*A imprint of a small black hand rests below the above words* |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 03 Sep 2005 03:31 PM |
*****OOC: standard disclaimer: all that follows is information that only a select few would know...therefore please RP accordingly.****
“ She has reported that she has come up with a plan to infiltrate the group dealing with the events in the Bloodwood. Not bad for someone so you wouldn’t you say so sir?” Nico asked.
Jessup just snorted.
“I do hope she does well. She is a scrappy one!” Nico chirped
“”Ugh…I can’t understand a word that one says” Terrance moaned. “It’s a wonder you flesh bags can communicate at all with diction like that!”
Nico ignored Terrance. “Fat Sam and Vic are assisting her sir…..she should do fine.” Nico added.
“Now we have received word form Lady Delving sir”. Nico said as he pulled out the letter. “I reads the following…..
*letter for Mr J*
Mr J.
Our friend Malakai Fenghuul may be up to something again. Though I can’t actually be positive he is behind it, I have a fair suspicion.
In any case, I happened upon an odd pair here in the port, a Mikaylin and Nidarren, while they were in discussion of something I couldn’t quite make out, but I got the feeling that they were up to something unusual.
Upon following them, my suspicions were justified, and more.
Seems that someone was scrying on them. To what end I cannot be certain. It may be that they were being watched to make sure they performed their task properly, or it may be that they were being watched to find out what they were up to. Although, something gave me the feeling it was the former.
Perhaps it was the fireballs
When I got to close to them, I was suddenly bombarded with balls of fire. A good sign that whoever was watching was not only a powerful mage to be able to do that from afar, but also did not wish me to find out what they were up to. So of course my interest was piqued.
They were on a mission to get vials of water, collected from lake ladriel, to have them blessed by the lady Alianda I believe she said, and from the tears, to have them blessed by a druid. To whom they were to deliver them, I do not know yet, though I would not be surprised if it ended up in the hands of Malakai. And if not him, some other powerful mage who deals deceptively with others in order to get them to do his bidding.
What doesn’t yet make sense, is that they went to that druids tree in the forest north of Paws in search of a druid who could bless some of the vials, but that fellow named Zachh, (who as you might know, is an agent of Syn) was the one they had bless the vials under the false impression he was a Druid. Whether they went to him mistakenly, or someone else directed them there, I do not know. They DID figure out that he was not what they believed, and killed him. Then that forest nymph he had locked up told them that the vials were cursed by Syn, rather than the blessing they wished.
I managed to acquire one of the vials of cursed water, and I will try to follow them to see who the intended recipient is. Will keep you informed.
C.
Nico placed the letter on Jessup’s desk as the Orc leaned over to glance at it.
“Ave Lady Coraz proceed wit wha zhe iz doin…tell er dat we haz someone ta zen ta elp ifn zhe need it. Wen zhe tink dat diz tazk dez two iz don wit….Mizta Jezzup wanz ta az a word wit dem. Informz Mizta Udzon we will be needin iz retrivin zervizez zoon.” Jezzup grunted.
“Of course sir. Ill get on it right away. Now as far as the events in dealing with the Elves? Shall I send someone to investigate?” Nico asked.
“Letz Brudda Trentonz know. Az im poke about in da elf zity. Zee wha im can findz out.”
“Excelent sir…a fine choice.” Nico bowed and ran off to his desk to prepare the letters.
“So much going on these days Mister Jesssup” Terrance mused. “No doubt a gold to be made somehow or someway im sure.”
Jessup nodded. Always a way to make gold in the Port. Always. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 04 Sep 2005 09:04 AM |
*A letter dropped off in the PAJWT Building*
Mister Jessup, as you know, the Happy Harpy Hall has the pit in the wing for various sparring, fighting or training. You had shown interest in hosting a night for people to get together and generally beat the snot out of each other, with a prize to the best person. I still hold out the use of the Happy Harpy to you, and am curious as to whether or not you wish to take advantage of the offer.
Sir Lothar |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 08 Sep 2005 02:00 AM |
OOC: standard disclaimer: all that follows is information that only a select few would know...
therefore please RP accordingly.
A letter addressed to Nico marked confidential, low priority
As you asked, I followed the man and his companion to Midor.
By the time I caught up with them they had already entered the building and dealt with the problem they had set out to do.
I had to maintain a distance from them, having almost give myself away by stupidly opening a door little realising they were standing just the other side. The door closed by itself and they caused some kind of explosion on their side thinking someone had entered unseen. I was therefore unable to hear what was being said at this point.
However, once they left the room I was able to follow them unseen and overhear what was said.
They have some sort of information regarding the Fireknives, and were talking about them (the fireknives) being linked to the occupants of the room I found them in.
It is my opinion that they were unaware of anything else. They ventured nowhere near the sensitive area you were concerned about.
Once the room was cleared they went directly outside.
I shall continue to watch the man, until such time as you tell me otherwise
MS |
Nos laetus epulor is quisnam mos onero nos: Dana's family motto, if she had one
(Translation) We gladly feast on he who will oppress us |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 18 Sep 2005 11:20 PM |
OOC: Standard disclaimer:all that follows is information that only a select few would know... please RP accordingly.
*Letter Addressed to Offices of PAJWT, c/o Mr. Nico and Mr. Jessup*
It appears that the current subject of study, having resurfaced and made herself known, has been contacted by an agent of a rather inflammable faction of the lands. Not only has this agent attempted to reacquaint the subject with her surroundings and memories, but also to impress a sense of security and familial ties with the faction, false or otherwise. The agent then led the subject, at the urging of the agent, to the molten crag that is the faction's heart. The agent then mentioned the name of a powerful agent of the faction, most likely a politictian given the description of being a "huge and terrible winged serpent," in order to convince the subject that she was, in fact, one of them. By this time, the subject grew suspicious and exercised her abilities to depart the situation. Having failed, the agent struck a tree with the weapon that was wielded, cried out in anger, and exited.
Given the resurfacing of the subject, there will undoubtedly be ripples in our future ventures. Should the situation change, I will be sure to inform you. Good day.
*Southern Offices, PAJWT* |
Do not ask of them questions. You will receive three answers, all of which are true and horrifying to know. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 23 Sep 2005 12:47 AM |
OOC: Standard disclaimer:all that follows is information that only a select few would know... please RP accordingly.
So, this was it. She had no reason to be nervous, she knew what the meeting was about, yet still her stomch churned.
It had been two days since the old man had approached her in the Port, given her the message from Mister Jessup requesting she see him as soon as was possible.
For a few minutes she stood outside the doors to P&J's, building up the courage to enter. She had pondered long and hard about what to wear, her new and only dress, or to go as mister Jessup was accustomed to seeing her, clad in leather armour.
She'd opted for the armour.
From her bag she took a small container, soot from a fireplace, wetted her finger, dipped it into the soot and applied the black mix to her eyebrows.
Straightening her leathers one last time she decided she looked respectable enough.
She grasped the doorknob, turned it and entered the dimly lit premises.
Mister Jessup was standing inside the door, she bade him a good day. He gestured to a chair saying she should sit. She did so with no hesitation, her legs by this time like jelly.
Mister Jessup seemed in good spirits and for this she was grateful. A noise behind her signalled the arrival of another. Turning she saw the man Vic had entered.
She'd met him but twice before.
Mister Jessup wasted no time with frivolous talk, getting straight to the point. Her period of probation was over, the 'family' was pleased with her efforts, and she was now accepted as a life member.
Mister Jessup took from a drawer a poker which he handed to Vic. Curious she watched as Vic moved to a brazier and plunged the poker into the flame. After some minutes he removed it and approached mister Jessup.
He asked mister Jessup if the metal was hot enough.
Mister Jessup said that indeed it was and took the poker from Vic.
She began to feel nervous, obviously they were both aware of something she was not.
Vic moved behind her, and on mister Jessups instruction took hold of her hair.
Now she was worried, what was to happen. Had she done wrong? Been led here under false pretence?
"He'll not hurt you", Vic reassured her.
But he had, he had hurt her badly. The searing pain as the red hot metal touched the sensitive skin on the back of her neck was unbearable and she had let out a scream despite her efforts not to.
Once it was done she had fallen from the chair, shock.
Mister Jessup had let her have a few minutes to regain herself, during this time Vic had shown him some recently acquired trophies, and left.
Alone now with mister Jessup, her neck aflame with pain, the rewards of belonging to the family were made apparent to her.
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Nos laetus epulor is quisnam mos onero nos: Dana's family motto, if she had one
(Translation) We gladly feast on he who will oppress us |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 25 Sep 2005 11:37 PM |
OOC: Standard disclaimer:all that follows is information that only a select few would know... please RP accordingly.
*Note to the Southern Chapter*
We have recieved word that our longtime rivals have been located in a coastal area near Midor. We wish you to investigate and report back to us. No violence. It is recommended that you take M.S. on this mission as it will be a learning experience. Please contact us for further information.
Nico
Scribe and Accountant for P&J Enterprises |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 26 Oct 2005 07:39 PM |
~~ Mister Jessup examined the entrance to his cellars and snorted. Nico stood there waiting for his reaction. A slow low gurgle came from the orcs mouth. With a quick turn he spoke….
“I wan ta ave dat zellar more zecure….one a thez dum thievez iz gon let Mr Grimorez out. Zet zom more trapz down therz…an gitz me tha lizt a peoplez tha our informantz az told ya boutz. I wan know der namez. Ifn dey gon zteal from mez…dey gon az ta pay tha prize eh? Lez zee ow bold dem be now.”
Nico nodded rapidly and ran off to his desk to compile the list of names the informant had given him. Thieves were not uncommon in the Port. In fact they were everywhere. However most knew whom to steal from and when. Apparently there needed to be a lesson taught here. Nico was just glad he wouldn’t be the one learning. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 01 Nov 2005 06:36 PM |
OOC: Standard disclaimer: all that follows is information that only a select few would know... please RP accordingly.
"Mikaylin sir. She was with the one named Serai. Both at the Icy Vale Inn." Nico retold the tale as calmly as he could. He always had an aversion to blood and broken bones.
"Serai was the one I found. Quite battered. She appeared to be broken in many places. *gulp* Horrible sight sir." Nico shivered as the massive orc sat in his chair listening.
"Apparently this Mikaylin had some sort of debt with the Lord of Trickery. He collected, in a most violent way. She is quite young to have dealings with him. However, according to Serai she did receive something from him, what that is she had no idea. It should be noted sir that Serai also appears to have suffered some sort of trauma from the event.....there...is a dark scar on her neck. Almost a symbol. I took the liberty to research it and it does appear close to the symbol of the lord of Trickery." Nico gave a brief smile. "I understand you have assigned the good lady to this task. An excellent choice sir. This should help her refocus. She has gone trough quite a traumatic time. I shall brief her to what I have knowledge of as soon as I see her." Nico paused. "One other thing sir, I noticed Mikaylin today in the Port. She did not look well, pale lifeless eyes. Muttering about death and such. Truly she is not the same since this passed event." With that Nico bowed and left the orc to his business.
Jessup snorted and leaned back in his chair. He thought back to his recent conversation with Fri'el. The two had discussed how ignorant the young were these days. So many new faces. Most with closed ears and eyes. They would learn their lessons one way or another. Whether they survived that lesson was another thing. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 11 Nov 2005 07:21 PM |
“Esteban the Eel sir….he’s relocated into Midor. According to our sources he used the gold he borrowed to purchase a rather interesting ring it would seem. The ring has some magical enchantment on it. Apparently he uses it to swindle unsuspecting patrons out of their gold when they play cards with him. Most amusing I must say.” Nico set the parchment down on the desk.
“What would you like done with him sir?” Nico asked.
“Midorz be a dangerous plaze ta do jobz. Oweva diz canna go ovalooked. I want to teach Eztebon a lezzon. I wan one a iz fingaz, tha one wit da ring on it.” The orc snorted.
Nico paled slightly as he heard this.
“Ring finger. Yes sir. Who shall we send on this job? According to my records, Ms. Swift is quite busy. Lady Delving as well. Mister Patton is still in Icy Vale. Though im sure we can send word to him if we have to.” Nico said.
The orc just frowned slightly.
“Mizta Jezzup tink we uze an independan contractor on diz one. Da rizk be great.” The orc grunted. He then sat back in his chair and smiled and said a name. “Korath”.
Nico nodded happily and ran off to prepare things. With the Fire Knives out Midor, that was one less worry. However the grip of the Swords had tightened greatly since then. It would not be easy. However greed is a powerful ally. The hearts of men are easily swayed with glitter and gold. Greed was always there when you needed it. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 18 Nov 2005 07:12 PM |
"Pistachio nuts sir. A basket full. A telescope as well. According to the notes that this Moriarty showed me, this was his place of.....how shall we put it? Business?"
"Apparently this peeping tom was working for someone else. Kidnapping could also be part of his racket. Moriarty claims that his peeping tom is now dead. He saw what was left of him in his abode." Nico shivered as he said this. He had quite distaste for blood.
Mister Jessup looked up with a snort.
" I wan comfirmationz a diz. Zen zomeonez ta verify diz dead bodiez. Az a matta a factz zen zomeonez ta diz zecret room diz peepin tom waz uzin. I wan make zur diz Moriariyz no mizz anytin."
"And what of a meeting with this fellow sir? Shall I set one up?" Nico asked.
"Yez. let im knowz i wizh ta zpeak wit im. I am moz curiouz az ta wha elze im az ta zay." Jessup grunted.
~~ Sometimes people do the work for you. To top it off, play your cards right and you may be the one smelling like a rose when it is all said and done.~~ |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 27 Dec 2005 03:01 PM |
Jessup layed the black rose on his desk and snorted as Nico tended to his wounds. The large gash in his back was seared with the acid of the blade that was used. Four more slices too match were in his chest and abdomen. He had struck quick and fast. He was gone with a blink. Just like always.
Virallax Breathstealer. Leader of the Night Stalkers. It was only a matter of time before he would return. Jessup knew this. So did Johe. It wasnt that long ago when the Black Hand and Guyvers joined forces to attack the Stalkers base of oerations on a island not to far off the coast of the Port. With the additional aid a few others, in particular Balthor, they were able to deliver a major blow to the Stalkers operations. Not without scars however and no before Virallax could escape.
Time had passed. Time enough for Johe to focus his women problems, time for Balthor to focus on finding an apprentice. Time for Jessup to be distracted by a play. Time for Virallax to fester a plan of revenge. His message was clear and simple. A black rose. One to go with the one that was found along side Jessup and Johe's pillows the day after the raid on the island. The first rose signaled that they were not through. This new signaled they had returned, and with it would return a more vicious and brutal Port.
Nico had just finished badaging Jessup's wounds when the large orc snarled and gave his orders.
"informz all membaz a da Hand bout da return a Virallax. I wan all a dem ready. Diz only da begninnin." Jessup grunted.
"Makez zure Johe be earing bout diz alzo. Time fer dat lizt a hiz ta be pulled out agin." |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 30 Dec 2005 06:29 PM |
OOC: Standard disclaimer: all that follows is information that only a select few would know... please RP accordingly
“The shop was burned to the ground sir, the family was also found inside. All perished in the fire. There was also damage to the surrounding buildings. Rather unfortunate indeed I must say.” Nico chirped softly.
“As for the agent sent to do this work he is still missing, I have alerted all informants to be on the lookout for him. They have yet to say anything sir. Perhaps hell turn up later, though I fear if he does it won’t be in a way we can speak to him.” Nico frowned.
“The remains of the family were stacked in front of the burned down shop with a warning to all that defy us. The message you wished to be sent has been received by all sir. Sadly it may have been too effective. They no fear us a bit too much sir, or loathe us. It is no doubt that the Stalkers are responsible for the fire. However proving so may be more difficult.” Nico said.
Jessup nodded quietly. Pacing in front of the fireplace.
“I want da zurroundin buildinz dat burned down ta be built back…..we zhall pay for itz. Let word leakz out we iz doin diz. Perapz diz zhall elp our reputationz a bitz. Continua da zearch for our agentz. Ifn him alive I wan im….ifn im dead…I ztill wan im.” Jessup thundered.
“Even if he is dead sir?” Nico asked
“Yez…an I also wan ya ta keep tabz on da bodies of doz dat died in da firez.”
Jessup ordered.
Nico look curiously at the orc.
“As you wish sir. Right away.”
“One more tin. I wan ta zpeak to dat necromanzer dat live in Gorlathz.”
Nico turned looked up slowly
“Solus?”
“Yez. Dat da one. Zend word to im wit moz hazte.” Jessup slammed the door to his room as he finished his sentence leaving little Nico confused.
Confused or not. Orders were orders. No matter how odd the request. |
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 05 Jan 2006 03:25 PM |
OOC: Standard disclaimer: all that follows is information that only a select few would know... please RP accordingly
*letter for Jessup*
Mr J,
Lots of talk around port these days.. mostly about the baker, and that bards widow.. and how much they hate US. Everyone seems to be buying this all hook, line and sinker. Seems the nightstalkers are doing an expert job making us look bad. Not that this is new news to you.
However, here is what I have been able to find out. There is talk that the widow has been to see the queen, and a bit of conjecture on whether she will do anything about whats been goin on. I’ll check out the palace, see if there is anything they know that we don’t (though I doubt it, but still a good idea to check) or at the very least, see what it is they plan to do, if anything.
Otherwise, I fear the regular folk in town are going to get riled enough to take matters into their own hands pretty soon, and that can only end badly.
I closed up the shop for the time being, didn’t want Zig getting lynched by the locals. And I can’t get any sleep in my room upstairs, so I’ve been stayin at Doc’s in Buckshire if you need to reach me.
C |
"I'm not closed-minded, you're just WRONG." - Bucky Katt
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Re: *** THE BLACK HAND ***
Posted: 06 Jan 2006 08:38 PM |
"No no Terrance...Its only temporary I asure you." Nico insisted.
"Well fine...I just dont fancy change thats all Mister Nico." Terrance argued as the two sat in front of the cart pulling whatever items and clothes that had not been confiscated by the Port authority. The figure of a quiet orc followed the pair slowly behind, ignoring thier argument.
Jessup grunted and looked back at the closed Tour Shop. He didnt know when or if hed ever see it again. This was new territory for him. He was leaving the Port. What was next was anyones guess. He would approach all his employees with the invitation he had recieved. One that he did not expect. It would be their own decision. This journey would be one that they may not return from. Those that stood by him would forever be seared to his memory. Those that chose to leave....well...they would do so without any harm coming to them. This was something that only his most loyal members would agree to. A decision that should not be made lightly. He knew Sam, Nico, Cora, and brother Trenton were all in. No matter what. The rest would have to make thier decision soon.
Jessup looked on at the quiet eve of the Port. the occasional sneer from passerbyers was all he saw. He bowed his head looking down to the cobblestone path leading out of the Port. There he caught the glimpse of roach. A big, ugly, nasty roach. Without a thought he stepped on it and a loud crunch could be heard. As he took another step another roach popped out. "CRUNCH". Then another. "CRUNCH" Another. And yet another. Too many to step on.
"Dont bother sir. They are impossible to get rid of. No matter how hard you try or what you do. Trust me I know sir. Annoying arent they?" Nico chirped.
Those words rang through Jessup's ear. "Impossible to get rid of. No matter how hard you try or what you do. "
The orc nodded. Yez...yez I amz. |
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