Adventure Took Place on March 5, 2000 – Rewrote to blend into the old story (May-July 2024)
ORIGINALLY NAMED: Getting The Properties All Set.
Vulcuran just broke up with his kind of girlfriend Meadow.
DMaster: It is a beautiful day, deep blue skies and puffy clouds. You are feeling really tired, it’s been a long couple days.
Vulcuran: Start for the Library, I know I am tired but I need to talk with Esmershard.
DMaster: Passing by a few people they nod and bow, you acknowledge them. It is nice to see people have that much respect for you, and also familiarity, like you could stop and talk to anyone at any moment. It puts a smile on your face.
Vulcuran: Keep walking and smiling like an idiot.
DMaster: You can just say your smiling….
Vulcuran: GET BENT!
DMaster: Since the library is only a few doors down from the Castle, you enter the library, the guard peels off and heads to a guard house. The entry is a large square room, the walls are ceiling to floor books. Two large beams in the middle of the room that has fancy lanterns, a thin candelabra, rugged floors and plenty of places to sit. you see a few scribes and you end up following your nose, Esmershard is always on the pipe. He is speaking with a scribe, sees you, excuses himself an walks for you. He is in one of his usual elegant gown like outfits, hair white as snow and the long beard well groomed.
ESMER: Duke, my friend, how good it is to see you.
Vulcuran: Smile and shake his hand.
VUL: Good to see you as well, Historian, may I speak with you in private?
DMaster: His eyes light up a little and smiles.
ESMER: Of course, of course.
He guides you through a larger room with scribes and the like and ends up in a room that is somewhat cluttered with books, scrolls, parchments and what seems research clutter.
Vulcuran: Walk in make sure the door is shut tight.
VUL: I need a huge favor from you.
DMaster: ESMER: Oh?
He clears off some books to a chair, them winds around his desk and sits, all the time puffing on his pipe. THe smell is very nice, almost like hickory and apple.
Vulcuran: Sit and smile at the smell.
DMaster: ESMER: Wait, last I heard you were…
His eyebrow raises.
Vulcuran: Interrupt him.
VUL: Yes yes, temple, I am fine now.
Smile at him, not wanting to go over it for the 100th time, but I don’t want to be rude.
VUL: Sorry Esmershard, just have had to explain this 100 times. But I assure you, I am fine, thank you for asking.
Pause a moment, talk a bit lower.
VUL: I am looking for Hyoscyamus.
DMaster: It takes a minute for him to respond as he contorts his mouth and stares at you.
ESMER: M’Lord, you know it’s banned, banned for a reason.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: I will take on ANY responsibility, hell I’ll even write you up a contract. I just need this. It is for a good cause, nothing nefarious.
DMaster: He takes a deep breath and sigh, nods his head.
ESMER: Very well, I know of some people and I will forward you their name and location. We will just use the guise that you are looking for…
Vulcuran: VUL: Tabacco. Whatever you are smoking smells amazing.
Smile at him.
DMaster: He gets a big smile, takes a puff and then looks at his pipe.
ESMER: Yes, it is great and… well, good idea. Will do.
Vulcuran: Give him a pensive look.
VUL: I also need to know anything you have on Finster.
DMaster: His eyes bulge, and starts to cough.
Vulcuran: VUL: Esmershard, you alright?
DMaster: He is staring at you, slowly shaking his head.
ESMER: Uh, M’lord, I am not sure you should be looking into something so… evil. We have next to nothing on him really.
Vulcuran: Smirk a little.
VUL: Whatever you have, alright? Deliver it to my room, and I don’t think I have to tell you, keep this just between us okay?
DMaster: He is staring at his desk, takes a puff.
ESMER: As you wish but, it would be wrong of me to not warn you. Some doors you open, can’t be closed… be careful which ones you choose to unlock.
His eyes meet yours and they are fierce.
Vulcuran: Taken a bit back by him, but nod.
VUL: Just need to know information, nothing more.
Grab 5 platinum, put it on his desk. Nod to him.
DMaster: He goes to stand, looks at the coins.
ESMER: Duke, I do not need any payment.
Vulcuran: Turn to him and smirk.
VUL: Just let me do this ok? Go buy yourself some more of that wonderful stuff.
Pointing at the pipe, walk out of the room and the under library. Head back to the castle, since it is only a few blocks away. Head inside.
DMaster: The castle is in it’s usual state for a late afternoon, you are a bit dizzy from all the activity and just want to go to bed DM: Rolled and got a 19, he makes it through to his room
Vulcuran: Wouldn’t mind something to eat but getting dizzy is not cool. Make my way to my room, strip down to my pants and fall into bed.
DMaster: You barely remember making it to the bedroom, and you fall asleep instantly.
Tuskalay (Tuesday) 3 am
DMaster: You wake up, feeling better. It is very early but you fell asleep by 5 or 6 last night.
Vulcuran: I’ve practically slept for 4 days straight, enough is enough. Get up, get my usual things out of the way. After the bath, get dressed.
DMaster: You get back from the baths and you notice a note on your door. “Bag of books delivered, in throne room, Vatikus”
Vulcuran: Excellent, something to do, get ready, dress, grab some beanwater and head to the throne room.
DMaster: It is oddly quiet and empty, and it almost frightens you. But you get to a table with a tightly wrapped bag, with a note:
“Duke, these are the best books I have on that subject matter, do not let anyone view them if you can. Please return them when you are done.”
Then in an odd writing you recognize from days past, you decipher this:
“122 Hillshire ave – maverick – wiggleshank – 2/3/2”
Vulcuran: I will smile, damn your good, Esmershard. Put the note in my pocket, grab the books and head to my room. No need to be tempting fate out in the throne room.
VUL: Wiggleshank? Must be a pass or something…
Laugh a bit to myself.
VUL: 2 then 3 then 2, must be a knock combination.
DMaster: You walk to your room, and you pass by no one, it is quite quiet in the castle at 4 AM. Opening the bag, there are some old dusty tomes a few pamplets and a scroll. Going through it you learn:
– He was one of five adventurers that was part of the greatest adventurers Legon has ever seen
– He outgrew them in power
– His power was near unmatched
– His ambition was feared and dangerous
– He died centuries ago
Not much else it is somewhat vague and remote. A large tome, with a book mark and it only has 2 passages in it.
Vulcuran: Think to myself; 500 pages and all we get on him is one page, two sentences. Damn I didn’t think they would have a full fledged biography but there has to be more information.
DMaster: Time flies by and the crier walks by.
CRY: 7:00 AM, time to get up. It looks to be a decent day with some light winds and warmer temperatures, the news of the day is…
His voice fades down the hallway.
Vulcuran: Get going, I think I have some court today. Grab some quick food, Head to my office, and/or, look for Vatikus.
DMaster: You eat, say hi to a few people. Oddly the King is not in the kitchens. You are walking around, the castle is in it’s usual state, people walking around doing their business. You find your way to your office and Vatikus is setting up things at his desk.
Vulcuran: VUL: Vatikus, good morning.
Walk into my office.
DMaster: He jumps a little, looks back with a small smile.
VAT: Well, good morning M’Lord. You seem… chipper.
Vulcuran: Nod and smile.
VUL: Yes, eager to get this day going.
DMaster: He nods back and forces a smile.
VAT: This was here for you sire, a note from the King.
He hands you the parchment.
Vulcuran: Raise an eyebrow, walk to him and grab the note, read it.
DMaster: “Vulc, come to the meeting chambers, there are things we need to discuss, Jer”
Vulcuran: Sigh loudly, shake my head. Fold the note up and put it in my pocket.
VUL: We have court today correct?
Looking at Vatikus.
DMaster: He glances up to you.
VAT: No, they were pushed to next week because everything that is happening.
Vatikus see’s your reaction.
VAT: Is, is everything alright M’lord?
Vulcuran: Stare at the floor for a moment.
VUL: Guess we will find out now, won’t we Vatikus.
Give him a quick flash of a smile, turn around and walk out the door. Head for the Meeting chambers.
DMaster: You walk to the room, enter it and look around. It looks like a council meeting really, all the usual suspects sitting, conversing, and going over things.
JER: Vulc! Come come, we are having a make shift meeting because it seems we can’t accomplish this any other way.
He smiles and points to a chair sitting in the center.
Vulcuran: Stare at the King, clench my jaw and sigh.
VUL: As you wish…
Reluctantly walk to the chair, sit.
DMaster: The King is looking at you with a bit of worry, and glances over to Damon.
JER: Give us all a moment before we officially start.
Looking around everyone seems in high spirits and looks on with what you feel is pride and a smile.
Vulcuran: I have an idea, the King has hinted at this, so I guess it’s time to face the music. No court, secret meeting, my recent failures. Of course they are going to demote me or stick me in a delegation role to keep me on a leash. Grit my teeth look down.
DMaster: JER: Vulc? What is it? You look upset.
Vulcuran: Glance up and glare for a moment, then shake my head.
VUL: No M’lord I am fine. What is it that we are doing here?
Look about the room, try to look more… presentable I guess.
DMaster: Everyone now is a bit more unsure seeing you are not pleased.
JER: Well, I guess we should of been more forthcoming, but honestly, this could of kept being pushed off for months.
He turns back to you, and gives you a long look.
JER: We are expanding and growing faster than I want to account for, but it is time we…
He looks about the room, then back to you.
JER: We here, expand as well. We brought in Cadence, promoted Damon, We will bring more in and Carol will be the Royal Baroness, and the other will be a Land Baroness.
He snorts a little, continues.
JER: So on, and so forth. No one here argues the point that you have every right to choose your next advancement or promotion… what do you, want to do?
Vulcuran: Think for a minute.
VUL: Whatever the Kingdom asks of me.
DMaster: Damon chuckles as does most of the people.
Vulcuran: Furry my brow and scowl.
VUL: That is funny, THIS. Is funny?
DMaster: JER: Vulc, stop.
He says in a scolding manner.
JER: This is not a punishment, it is a reward. No more getting torn in all different directions, no more overwhelming tasks, and…
He leans and whispers.
JER: No more court.
Vulcuran: Smile and snort.
JER: Animax forbid Damon takes that over, each case would take a week.
Saying in jest.
DMaster: Damons eyes perk up and a small smile. Others chuckle.
DAM: Probably you are not wrong, but…
Gives you a look like, well, I am taking it over.
DAM: Starting next week, that is part of my new position. Speaker and Royal Bailiff.
Shrugs his shoulders and smirks.
Vulcuran: VUL: Well enduring the trial should be punishment enough for the criminal.
Give him a playful smile.
DMaster: Everyone chuckles and he smiles back.
DAM: It is something I will work on, the throne room can only be tied up for so long.
The King nods and looks back to you.
JER: We do not want an answer now, but we are sending you on a… well.
He glances back and Thames smirks.
THA: Trial venture. I was going to do this myself but since you are already acquinted with Prince Ventora, we though letting you go and finalize the treaty would be best. Plus it could be something you can start to do for the Kingdom, part of it anyways.
Vulcuran: Shake head and look down.
VUL: Rubbing elbows with Royals, a way to keep me away from…
Stop what I am saying, grit my teeth.
VUL: Sure. Whatever you need.
DMaster: Your head is still down, and it’s real quiet.
Vulcuran: Look up and around.
DMaster: The King, red faced, turns and waves everyone on.
JER: Meeting is adjourned, get back to work.
Stops, glances back to you, then to the doors.
JER: I guess I will have to take care of this on my own.
The door closes and he looks back to you with a bit of frustration.
Vulcuran: VUL: M’Lord…
DMaster: He instantly interrupts you.
JER: Enough! No M’Lord bullshit.
He puts his crown on a table and throws his cloak over a chair, turns with an angry look on his face.
JER: I do not know why this is some shock to you, and I am even more baffled as to why you are angry.
Vulcuran: Not say anything, just sit there.
DMaster: JER: Well? What is it?
Puts his hand on his hip, tilts his head, eyes wide.
Vulcuran: VUL: I see what’s happening, whether it is under the guise of expansion, promotion or not.
Stand up, look over to him have a scowl.
VUL: I failed. I failed hard. Even in the spy coo I almost died. My luck has not been great including the Pirate adventure. I know I am not getting any younger, and…
Clench my jaw, look away.
VUL: Subtly move the old man to run errands and have him pat Royals on their backside using his prestige. I guess that is the natural progression…
DMaster: You look back to Jerry and he has a confused look on his face.
JER: Vulc, what the hell? So you think I would allow something like that?
Face turning to a bit of anger.
Vulcuran: Shrug shoulders.
VUL: I don’t know anymore, it does make sense. I’ve been thinking, would Thorin been able to Catch Cassie and Xavier if he was running the show?
DMaster: The Kings eyes perk up.
JER: Wait, wait… You are on a first name basis now with the duo eh? By Animax, they really got under your skin…
He walks to you, put his hands on your shoulders.
JER: I don’t think it is “us” who is subtly trying to replace you, I think it is you, subtly doubting yourself and making this a scenario to satisfy your failures.
Vulcuran: Sigh and nod my head.
VUL: Maybe this trip will give me time to think.
DMaster: He nods his head, takes his hands off your shoulder.
JER: We want to get this done, so does this Prince, so you are leaving first thing Friday.
Walks a bit away.
JER: Strap on your feedbag it’s going to be a feast!
Vulcuran: Sigh.
VUL: Whooa, yeah. Whatever…
DMaster: The King shakes his head, frown on his face. He grabs his crown and cloak. Then heads for the door.
JER: I sent Vatikus all the information, get with him for the exacts.
Opens the door, leaves, closing the door some what loudly behind him.
Vulcuran: Well, he isn’t happy with me. Head out and get with Vatikus and start looking things over.
DMaster: Entering the room, there is another scribe you know that is Damons. Him and Vatikus are going over things.
VAT: M’Lord!
Looks at you, frowns.
VAT: Everything alright?
Vulcuran: Smile, nod.
VUL: Fucking peachy.
Walk in and look around.
VUL: Where is the media that the King sent I have to review it.
DMaster: He scrambles around finding the bag of things. The other scribe is looking around nervously.
VAT: Here it is M’lord, any questions just ask.
Vulcuran: Grab the bag and nod.
VUL: Thank you Vatikus.
Turn and walk out.
DMaster: As you walk out, the other scribe softly asks “Is he always that scary?”
Vulcuran: Shake my head, grabbing a skin of wine. walk out to the Royal guard house.
DMaster: There is a 4 star filling out some kind of paperwork, perks up when he see’s you.
4STAR: M’Lord, what can I do for you?
Vulcuran: VUL: Find Jovie, the Royal Specialist, have her meet me behind the Baron house. At her earliest convenience.
Nod to him.
DMaster: He nods in acknowledgement. By the time you are walking away he already has a guard heading for the library.
Vulcuran: Go to my room first, grab the books on Finster. Then head for the Barons house.
DMaster: The Barons house looks to be a bit of a mess with the women living there, but they all seem to be at work now. You make it through and out to the back where there is a patio.
Vulcuran: Find a good table and chair, enjoy the sun and start to read up.
DMaster: The back door opens and Jovies messy hair is the first thing you see, she looks to you.
JOV: Oh, M’Lord. Never knew this existed.
She walks out fully, gives the area one more look and stands in front of you.
Vulcuran: Smile at her, point at a chair next to me.
VUL: Sit, please.
DMaster: She sits and looks to you. You can tell it’s a admiring look, stars in her eyes. Not really a crush type, but a “he is a great hero” type look, you have seen it many times before.
Vulcuran: VUL: How would you like to visit Del Rosa?
Look up to her, raise an eyebrow.
DMaster: She curls her mouth.
JOV: Seaside city, with a huge parcel of land, best seafood this side of the Othellian Sea. Also…
Vulcuran: Laugh a little, while I interrupt.
VUL: Yes, thats the place. I have to visit there and finish up the treaty. This weekend actually.
DMaster: Her eyes bulge a little, then smiles.
JOV: Of course.
Vulcuran: Stare at her for a moment.
DMaster: She starts to get uncomfortable, looks around a little.
JOV: M’Lord?
Vulcuran: VUL: I want you to head up the security for the trip.
Still staring at her.
DMaster: Her eyes bulge, face flushes.
JOV: Oh, wait.. umm… are you sure? I mean I am…
The shorter stocky woman starts to fidget.
Vulcuran: VUL: You have excelled at everything I have thrown your way, this should be no different.
Glance at her shoulders.
VUL: I see they already took the stars off you.
DMaster: She smiles wide and nods.
JOV: Yes, a Royal Specialist now. The only one in the entire guard and wow, the pay increase, thank you M’Lord.
Vulcuran: VUL: Yes. Well deserved. I gave this position to you because you are versatile, intelligent and ambitious. A little security detail shouldn’t be too much trouble. Plus it’s just a day trip to get there, a few days of parties and we head home.
Chuckle a little, pass her the skin.
VUL: A good way to cut your teeth.
DMaster: She nods her head, blushing and smiling. Takes a slug, coughs and almost spits.
JOV: Uh… (cough) this is, wine M’Lord?!
Vulcuran: Chuckle.
VUL: I knew I promoted you for a reason.
Smirk and nod to her with a bit of jest.
VUL: It’s been a long day already and hey, it’s the perks of being associated with me. After a few months you’ll be begging for wine.
Laugh a little.
DMaster: The Royal Specialist chuckles, takes a small slug, plugs it and slides it back to you.
Vulcuran: VUL: Anything on Finster?
Looking at my document, then back to her.
DMaster: She shakes her head a bit.
JOV: I discreetly asked about him and no one has heard of him. I am about half way through the library trying to find anything. Other than he was one of the great adventurers… but it’s the same story again and again.
Vulcuran: Push the bag to her with the Finster books in it.
VUL: Enjoy. Just got them this morning.
DMaster: She looks and her eyes bulge.
JOV: Whoa, where did you get these?
She starts to rifle through the bag, giddy like a kid on New Years day.
Vulcuran: Smirk, keep reading, not looking up.
VUL: I have to have some secrets.
DMaster: After an a few hours, a few drinks and sandwiches for lunch, you start to wrap things up.
Vulcuran: VUL: You don’t have any plans tonight do you… Poison?
Chuckle a little putting books and documents back into there bags.
DMaster: She shakes her head, smiling.
JOV: No, Ark, I am free.
Small smile forming.
Vulcuran: Nod to her.
VUL: Meet me at the Castle entrance at 7 tonight okay? And well, gear up.
DMaster: She nods.
JOV: Will do!
You get back to your room, drop off the books and documents. Head to the dining area. They are serving already, mostly everyone there, or standing chatting. Once you enter, everyone looks to you, and it gets quiet, they look awkward.
Vulcuran: Shake head.
VUL: People, just having a bad day alright, lets just eat and relax.
Pointing at the large table.
DMaster: They all nod their head. Food is served and it is really good. You have some idle conversation but not much else.
Vulcuran: Finish, head to my room. Get my armor ready, start putting the armor on. Ready my weapons.
DMaster: There is a knock on your door.
Vulcuran: Walk over open the door.
DMaster: The King is there, in an overcoat, without his crown. Leaning a bit on the wall looking at you.
JER: Got time to…
See’s your armor and you putting it on.
JER: Oh, going somewhere?
Vulcuran: Nod at him, invite inside my room.
DMaster: He walks in, stops in the middle of the room. Looks at the weapons on the bed.
JER: What are you up to? It better not be alone either.
Looking over his shoulder to you.
Vulcuran: Scoff.
VUL: I know better. Me and Jovie have an errand to run.
Finish putting on the armor.
DMaster: JER: I have been thinking…
Vulcuran: Looking down.
VUL: Dangerous past time, M’Lord.
Say with a bit of whip.
DMaster: A scoff and a chuckle escapes the King.
JER: Well my guess, is your going out to kill something you are in a much better mood.
Giving you the side eye.
JER: I just want you to know, that the dynamic duo, the siege or any other things that you think are weighing you down, was NOT in the conversation when we were talking about promoting you.
Vulcuran: Nod head looking over to him, smile a bit.
DMaster: JER: I really need you to think about this, we are all feeling this, reorganizing. I think everyone is, well, changing jobs so to speak.
Turns to look at you.
JER: Vulc, you understand? We need you to figure out what you really want to do.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: I do. I hate change, and I love what I do. So in some way I was protecting myself and my job. But I will definitely be thinking about this, a lot.
DMaster: JER: Good good.
Pats you shoulder as he passes you by.
JER: Just don’t get into trouble tonight mmmkay?
Vulcuran: Laugh.
VUL: I will give it a try I guess, something new.
DMaster: The King walks out the door with a chuckle.
Vulcuran: Finish gearing up and head to the entranceway. Keep hood down to make sure people see me.
DMaster: Jovie is there, hood down as well, a few guards looking on.
JOV: M’Lord.
Looking you up and down.
JOV: Time to get going?
Vulcuran: Nod head, wave her to the storage room. Go down into the large room. Make sure there is no one around.
VUL: Let’s go over a few things first.
DMaster: It is empty for as far as you can see. She is looking around as well as you stop a few feet from the door.
Vulcuran: Wondering what she knows and how much, I’ll throw out an address. She seems to know them very well.
VUL: We are on our way to 122 Hillshire Ave, do you know…
DMaster: Getting interrupted by her shock, she looks at you.
JOV: That is a smugglers den M’Lord.
Vulcuran: Tug at her arm.
VUL: Shush!
DMaster: Jovie looks around, slightly blush.
JOV: It is one we have yet to infiltrate, well guarded and I don’t think we even know who is running it…
She says in one breath, looking down tapping her chin.
Vulcuran: VUL: Maverick runs it, Maverick.
DMaster: Her eye brow raises, mouth contorts.
JOV: I have no idea who maverick is.
She glances back to you.
JOV: Why. Why are we going?
Vulcuran: VUL: Need to get some Hyoscyamus.
Smirk knowing she is going to freak out again.
DMaster: She did not disappoint. Her head fully snaps to you, eyes wide, jaw a bit open.
Vulcuran: VUL: We are not catching flies here Jov.
Smile at her with a bit of playfulness.
VUL: What do you know about Hyoscyamus?
DMaster: After her initial shock.
JOV: It is a vile poison, it is used for torture and interrogations. You can regulate how slow or fast the person dies. They are in a lot of pain, and there is no true antidote. You just have to let it ride out of your system, but no one survives the initial implementation of the poison.
SHe sighs looking down.
Vulcuran: VUL: It is also medicinal. Is it not?
Waiting on her response.
DMaster: She shrugs her shoulders.
JOV: I do not know, or heard of anything like that. I imagine it could be. SO that is why you need it?
Vulcuran: Nod head, and smile.
VUL: Need it for a close friend, they use it tea to help, well the sickness or whatever.
DMaster: Jovie looks like she was going to go off in a long rant of information.
Vulcuran: VUL: Alright, good enough. Now you know what’s going down. Ready to go.
Looking at her.
DMaster: The concern on her face turns to a small smile.
JOV: Hell yeah I am.
Then looks to you.
JOV: Umm, M’Lord.
Vulcuran: Smiling, head out the back, through the city. Look at the paper.
VUL: Uhhh, which way should we go?
DMaster: She pulls her hood up, starts walking south.
JOV: Right this way Ark.
You walk through the pit area, it opens up a bit, side skirt the market that is now closing up.
Vulcuran: Keep up with her, pull my hood up.
DMaster: The sky is mostly clear and the temperature is cool. No wind to speak of. After getting stopped once by a guard. You stop at a “T” in the road. She points down a road that looks like it ends in darkness, no lanterns, broken cobblestone and old abandoned buildings tight to the road.
JOV: It’s down here. Lovely.
Vulcuran: Slowly head down the road, lean in a little.
VUL: You saw them too right?
DMaster: She nods. Slows down and gets a little behind you.
JOV: Sure did, one to the left, smelled of soup and leaks, the one to the right… smelled nice.
Vulcuran: Scoff and chuckle.
VUL: Nice.
DMaster: You eventually get to the end, the houses you passed were all abandoned, the alleyways seemed blocked off and closed down. Not one lantern pole lit. The only light source is a small rusty lantern, it illuminates the half wood and half metal door. Soft footsteps behind you stops.
Vulcuran: VUL: Well, esmershard, you better be right about this (mumbling)
Knock twice, wait a second, knock three times, wait, knock twice.
DMaster: The window that was covered gets uncovered, two eyes gleam out.
GUY: PASS?
Vulcuran: Chuckle a little.
VUL: Wiggleshank.
DMaster: He scowls.
GUY: Piss off!
The little door gets slammed shut.
Vulcuran: Glance over to Jovie and shrug my shoulders.
DMaster: JOV: Sure it was wiggle. shank?
She glances back, puts hands on her daggers as you hear the footsteps again, getting closer. Just then the door opens up. This muscular, curvy larger than life woman sticks her head out.
WOMAN: You know what wiggle shank really means, beefstick?
Vulcuran: Laugh a little.
VUL: Yes. Yes I do.
DMaster: She sighs, makes a motion and you can hear the footsteps behind you start to walk away.
WOMAN: Come on it.
She opens the door a bit wider and the two of you walk in. She closes the door, then walks in front of you two. Her boobs bouncing, her skirt short enough to see some cheeks.
WOMAN: One question. Where did you hear this word?
Vulcuran: Get a good look, then smile.
VUL: Esmershard.
DMaster: She grunts, and shakes her head. You get a good look at this woman. She is bigger, fairly muscular and man does she have curves. Her hair is up in this playful pigtails, she wears a lot of make up and has golden yellow eyes. Muscular arms and legs. She wears a corset that is too small of sorts that is black and red, belts, jewelry. She has this overly short pleated skirt that you can see the bottom of cheeks. Thigh high hose and some fancy footwear. She has a long clumsy sword, carrying it around like a walking cane.
WOMAN: That old coot, dammit. Weapons over there.
She points to an open closet.
Vulcuran: VUL: Uhhh… I don’t think so.
Glancing at the closet, then back to the girl.
DMaster: Just then three men in hoods come from the left and three to the right, they walk out a few doors.
WOMAN: I’m sorry, what did you say?
She says with a smirk, hand on her hip. Tilts her head. The men pull out weapons and stand ready to attack.
Vulcuran: Glance back to Jovie who already has her hands on the hilt of her daggers.
VUL: No, Poison, we are in their house, we shall do as they ask. We wouldn’t want this fine woman to get her panties in a twist.
Look the girl over and smile.
VUL: If you even wear panties.
Take off all my daggers and sword, except the one hidden up my bracer.
DMaster: A few chuckles from the thugs. Jovie reluctantly gives the weapons to one of the hooded men, and they throw them in the open closet. You hand yours to another man and he puts them in the closet too.
WOMAN: You can leave now.
She flails her hands around, and then men grunt and groan and head back into the doors they came out of.
Vulcuran: Once they are gone, look back to this woman.
VUL: SO I am here to meet with Maverick.
DMaster: She gives you a antagonizing look, puts her sword over her shoulder.
WOMAN: Oh really? Well then I better go and do that now huh?
Leans a bit forward and sticks out her tongue.
Vulcuran: VUL: You going to use that tongue or do I have to pay for it?
Realizing this girl must of been an erotic dancer or a hooker.
DMaster: She quickly flips the sword forward aiming at your throat.
WOMAN: Watch it tall one, I don’t like your tone, your size, your armor, your chin, your attitude and that little shit over there.
She clumsily swings her sword towards Jovie.
Vulcuran: Nod head look back to Jovie, shrug my shoulders.
DMaster: WOMAN: What do you want. Have to go through me to get to him.
She drops the sword, flipping it a bit, with a clank, the tip of the floor hitting, she kind of loses her grip and fumbles with the sword.
Vulcuran: VUL: I need to speak with him and him alone.
Give her a look and a smirk watching her fumble around with the sword.
DMaster: She shakes her head, getting her grip on the sword.
WOMAN: Nope not how this works, you…
Vulcuran: VUL: Listen. I don’t want to sit here and waste my breath arguing with bouncing boobs.
Point at her big cans.
VUL: Let’s fast track this so I can talk with this Maverick guy.
DMaster: WOMAN: Excuse me you cock pimple! You will not talk to me like that, you will not…
She is fumbling with her sword again.
Vulcuran: VUL: Enough of this.
Shake head, quickly grabbing her by the throat, slamming her against the wall, with a light push. Don’t want to hurt her really. Grab that sword, swing it behind me, hold out for Jovie.
VUL: Yes. This is how it’s going to work. Open your mouth again, you won’t have a throat to speak out of, understand. We are not here to do anything but acquire something that can’t be, well acquired elsewhere.
pull my head up so she can see my eyes, have them big and wild. Crazy grin on my face.
VUL: This will not end well otherwise.
DMaster: Her face is wide and she is flailing a bit. Jovie grabs the sword and looks to her right and left hoping those guards don’t come out.
WOMAN: Let go of me you overgrown donkey shit…
She says in a shaky louder voice.
Vulcuran: VUL: Easy, easy, I could of sent you through the wall and rearrange your neck to make it hand paint. Just let us visit with Maverick and we can end this little stand off.
Ease up on her throat.
DMaster: She is glaring at you. Shaking a bit. Jovie chuckles, looks to you.
JOV: Hand paint? How would that even work… well not the time I suppose.
Vulcuran: Look back to Jovie with a smile.
VUL: I dunno. Sounded better in my head.
Look to boobs.
VUL: Well?
Tilt my head, and have a wild smile.
DMaster: WOMAN: (cough) Fine. Whatever, let go of me dill hole.
She is smacking at your steadfast arm.
Vulcuran: Let go of her, back up.
VUL: Sorry, we don’t have a ton of time and to be honest you are on my last nerve.
DMaster: She side steps, grabs for the sword and jovie pulls it out of the way. The guard that is disguised shakes her head. Frustrated and a bit scared butt cheeks walks to a door, opens it and motions for you to go in.
WOMAN: Only you, little shit here doesn’t go in.
She points to Jovie. Then glares at you as you walk by.
WOMAN: You do anything like that again, I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to an ox.
Eyes burning a hole through you. She follows you in.
Vulcuran: VUL: Understood… wait, an Ox?
Look at her as I walk by. Give Jovie a nod and head in.
DMaster: She walks in, then the door closes and she walks by you, the smell of sweat and strawberries wafted into your nose and it effects you. Like the perfect night of sex. It’s a weird sensation. The skirt bounces around, her ass almost completely in view. She walks to a door and goes in. The room is 20 x 25, white walls that are unkept and cracking. A dingy long red couch sits on one wall, a large desk on the other side. A coffee table in the middle with a rug underneath. The desk has a ton of things on it, quite messy.
Vulcuran: Sit on the couch.
DMaster: The door opens pretty loudly.
MAN: You have the balls to assault Breena here?
Barging out is a man, cigar in hand, leather outfit of sorts. Good height, a bit lanky, messy black hair, beard. His eyes a blaze.
Vulcuran: Stand up and smile.
VUL: Yes I do, or did. But apparently if I do it again, I won’t have any balls, and they would be nothing but an ox snack?
DMaster: The cigar smelling man looks over to this woman who is named Breena. She shrugs her shoulders and smiles.
MAN: What the fuck do you want then?
Stops, then looks back to her.
MAN: Wait. You mean Rusty, you’d feed them to Rusty? Does he even like balls?
She smiles and nods.
Vulcuran: VUL: Rusty?
Laughing a bit at what appears to be Rusty the nut eating ox.
VUL: Anyways… Are you Maverick?
DMaster: MAN: Not how this works. I ask the questions, you answer, Got it? you are in MY house now. What do YOU want?
He says in a huff, tapping his cigar in a dish on his desk, some ash flies. Breena has an antagonizing smirk on her face, folded arms, leaning against the wall looking full of herself.
Vulcuran: VUL: I am looking for a certain kind of component, one that can’t be bought out in the marketplace.
Keeping an eye on him.
VUL: I was aimed in your direction, and now, well hers too.
Giving her googly eyes.
DMaster: She gives you a scowl.
MAN: What makes you think you can get it here?
Takes a long puff off the cigar, exhales, more smoke fills the room. Furries his brow.
Vulcuran: Cough a bit, wave my hand in front of my face. Point at the cigar.
VUL: Esmershard. Man those stink, couldn’t you find ones that smelled better?
DMaster: His eyes bulge. He is frozen for a bit. Snaps his head to Breena making her jump a bit.
MAN: Did he have the password?
She nods, and uncrosses her arms. He lets out a much more calmer sigh.
MAN: well.. fuck me then. If it’s Esmershard.
He points at the door you came through, looks at the curvy woman; Breena.
MAN: Get. I’ll call for you in a bit.
Vulcuran: Smile, antagonizing. Chuckle a little.
DMaster: The curvy pigtailed girl has a surprised look and she scowls. She puts her nose up in the air and walks past you.
BREE: And yes, I do wear panties… Asshole!
Her skirt flailing about, butt cheeks out.
Vulcuran: Look for a moment, look back to him with a smile and a chuckle.
DMaster: Once she leaves the man looks to you.
MAN: Should I even ask why she is telling you about her under garments?
Vulcuran: Chuckle again, amused.
VUL: Probably not.
DMaster: MAN: Yeah, she is really something.
Takes another drag of his cigar.
Vulcuran: VUL: Pretty smart, keep the visitors off guard with a little titty and ass. Just hope she doesn’t have to use that sword she carries.
Chuckle a little.
DMaster: Man; Agreed, but I have enough guards to deal with just about anything.
He leans against his desk.
MAV: Maverick is the name. Now, can I have the pleasure of yours?
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: You can, but you probably won’t like it.
Grab the top of my hood and pull it back. Smile.
DMaster: His eyes bulge.
MAV: Son of a bitch, the Duke of Camerondale.
Shaking his head, smoke following his cigar in his mouth.
