Mercenaries In Sigil

[*Mander]

The underground chamber sweltered with the heat of several furnaces, causing sweat to drip down the orc's face as approached the towering figure sitting between them. The flames played eerily with the giant's yellow eyes as he looked up from a stack of coins to regard the courier.

"General, notice been sent out across Sigil, seemed like good enough job show you!" The orc fumbled with the paper as Ganatog reached out an anvil sized hand, nervous despite never hearing the giant even raise his voice in anger. The Jotun scanned the message intently, then dropped it into a pouch on his desk with a slight scowl.

"There are better places to seek contracts than the newspaper, Rushnok....I read it this morning." The orc trembled in fear as his leader glowered at him, but that ended as Ganatog plucked a handful of copper off the desk and offered them to him. "Reading is a powerful skill, Rush, especially when few expect an orc to possess it. Use that skill often, and never fear to bring me what you find." His underling bowed frantically in gratitude, scooping up the coins and backing out of his sweltering office.

The giant leaned back against the wall, stroking his fiery orange beard in thought. Contending with fiends was dangerous work, but few would deny great payments for those brave enough to stomach it. He had asked his lieutenant Maedbroghail to find out more from the employer, and had confidence that was as good as going himself.

[*Krayt]

Maedb left promply and without any questions. The clattering of metal against stone occationaly accopanied by the squeaking of scurrying rats soon died out in the long dark archway as she halted a short distance away from Mishkas chamber. She cloaked herself in invisibility and patiently waited and watched. She had assumed the form of an comely sun elf beliving that her apperance would be a cause of distrust. But she reconsidered as being caught deciving him would definatly cost her this opportunity. She assumed her true form and dispelled the magical concealment. Interfering with the demons was something she had rather avoid and she would make prudent preparations for a quick escape in case the odds turned against them. Ascending the stair and entering the chamber with her usual grim mien set in her pale scarlet face. She speaks in a civil tone but her resentment towards him would shine through at some parts during her speach.

" I represent a company that may be interested in the task given our requirements is met. Level of risks to our warriors. Expected lenght of service. Objectives of our service. And most important the evaluation of this into payment and the terms of this payment itself."

She took her time (and his!) with longwinded queries about the details. While she was unusual well mannered at the end she added threateningly-

" Betray us and we will make your existence a gruesome torment that shall not be short"

((Mishka is the hagspawn in undersigil right?))

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

((if you refer to the one who has the shop near the mindflayer, no, that one is mithvaaki or some similar unspeakable name like that xD ))

[*Krayt]

((Alright just ignore the undersigil stuff in my post.))

[*Krayt]

Maedb besought the hall of records eftsoons the meeting with the red wyrm had come to a closure. The discussion that followed prompted her to gather more information of their potential foe. Apparantly Ganatog had met these beings before or at least heard the tales about them from others on his home plane. With her usual sinister demeanor she approached one of the custodians with the query.

"I seek knowledge of beings called Malafactors from a realm called Golarion. State your price and I shall pay it."

(Her two main misconceptions at this time was that she belived it was a race of creatures and she thought them to be confined to Golarion as something near divine.)