A chance meeting with Riley the rascal had led Gisom to Vehl. Well that and some trading to be done. It had been a chance meeting alright, hadn't Riley wandered off mid sentence making himself hiiden by magic, strange fellow that he was, always up to something. However he mentioned Big Borris was in trouble, hmm what's new when you think about it but worth checking seeing he was ashore on other business. Easy to spot in a crowd right, but time was against him, time would tell...now perhaps an ale before the work begins! Hope this wasn't one of Riley's wild chicken chases.
Gisom slides up to the bar in the One Eye’d Harpy to grab a pint before heading off to find Borris. He smells a “Pits-awful” odor waft over him, like a stale wool blanket, as a couple of locals walk past him and grab nearby seats. The fat one evidently has not bathed in weeks…. or perhaps months. Other customers quickly vacate the area and move to more “distant” areas of the establishment.
The skinny hooded one says to the fat man in a low voice: “Boss, we have one more delivery to make to the “Adversary” before she sails. There’s been a “tusker” poking about. He was found sleeping near a box of towlines behind the office… the one containing the manifest and invoices.”
The fat man takes a deep swig of his blue sword swill and says in an equally low voice: “Kill him.” His gaze briefly touches Gisom and then moves on to other areas of the tavern. He obviously did not consider Gisom worth his attention.
Gisom or the fat man were probably lucky, hard to say now. Two things struck Gisom which probably makes it a good day, in this case he had barely drunk a third of the keg and reasoned judgement was still a possibility. He had heard the order to kill, but given neither man, skinny or fatty, had an axe in their hand he took it he was going to survive a little longer without drawing his own axe, which was good as he had pre paid the keg. So some tusker was getting the message wasn't that it, so he didn't know any tuskers really, well I suppose if he reckoned and it was probably more of a half keg decision but you could say that baffoon Borris was a bit of a tusker. Funny that because he had come here to meet Borris. Look the keg was pre paid. How likely was it. Alright Alright maybe they might save the rest of the keg for him. He set off for the door. Safer to find Borris, give him the good news.
Almost in slow motion a series of objects, normally dormant and without animation, found themselves experiencing a new state. One of free flowing, spinning, hurled motion.
A blinding headache, the blinding daylight as Gisom hit the streets did not do well for his growing rage. Come to think of it he was hungry too not blindingly so but hungry. Scanning the crowd he bumped into a passing painter, whose bucket of smelly stuff wobbled precariously with the impact. Gisom glowered and grimaced anticipating the new colour scheme for his armour. However the painter was more intimidated than he expected it seems for he performed the balance dance and skilfully kept his bucket of best wall grey stable. Gisom blundered on....what was he doing again ....something to do with the big guy...ah yes Borris!
"Thunk!"
//Congratulation to Borris Clawfoot for successful completion of this CDQ! Also, big thanks to Gisom and Eyebite for assisting him in-game, and Mumbles and LordCove for participating in the forum. Mumbles and LordCove please see me in game to claim a reward for your forum involvement.
Borris, I’m going to PM you with some of the benefits/negatives resulting from the outcome of this little quest. I urge you to use them in future role-play/forum work and view them as a tool to make you’re playing experience here in Layonara more fulfilling, both for yourself and others. A write-up will be available in the GM forums for the use of other GM’s when involved with Borris. The more things like this you do with your character (s), the greater your ability to make a significant and lasting change in the world itself… if you choose to go that route. If not, you’ll have a very nice character with a lot of perks and depth at the very least.
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Boris Shiel said nothing as the man dressed in black silken clothes spoke to him in an equally “silken” voice from the low-backed chair on the other side of the desk. He did not seem to mind the smell wafting from the fat man he was speaking to.
“My friend, we have been doing business together for many, many years. My requirements are somewhat “eclectic”, but my copious amounts of coin more than makes up for that inconvenience... and the inherent risk on your part. As you know, we paid for that “shipment” in advance. Now that there are Rofirein investigators crawling out of every rear end in the dock district, it is unlikely we will be able to receive any shipments for quite some time… therefore, in exchange for not killing you and all of your men; you will pay me double what we tendered to you? Do you understand?”
Boris Shiel grinned at that point. “Ah, yes, I do understand… but unfortunately I will not be able to give your coin back… (He did not even finish his sentence before an assassin had garroted the unsuspecting Corathite and began chocking the life out of him) …because all payments are non-refundable.”
After the man was dead Boris looked at the assassin and said, "Clean up our other loose ends... do not bother the freed prisoners. It would draw too much attention if they came up missing."
The Corathite's body was found later that evening in a gutter.
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