Mila's behavior does not much to help him to calm down but he plays along well and this is now where his true skills are showing- his mannerism are perfect for the situation, his acting almost flawless.
His arm around her waist his smile very genuine- a picture of a rich boy that got lucky and hopes for a wild night.
His expression changes from lewd happyness to disappointment, shame and anger and he turns around and with a muttered, almost hateful 'Bitch' he walks away, his shoulders pulled up to shut out the chuckling, each step showing his anger.
Back at the safehouse Mila is let in immediately, the elderly man who runs the shop that serves as innocent front just nodding at her as she passes past him.
New Blood, Old Blood
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*Selebius
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(( Freeing/killing this one is a short event in game (or optionally here) which is doable by every toon of every level- so it is also a nice opportunity for a freelancer to her involved))
As Mila waits for an answer she hears more serious rumours: the reward offered for the return of this rich boy starts to attract adventurers who are already snooping around in the Hive....
(( Found Here ))
As Mila waits for an answer she hears more serious rumours: the reward offered for the return of this rich boy starts to attract adventurers who are already snooping around in the Hive....
(( Found Here ))
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*Midnight
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//I'm assuming this happened before Emila left for Thantos as there was quite a long ooc delay.
In the course of her usual duties Emila recovers the body of hiver killed in a bar fight at the bottle and jug. She takes him back to the Mortuary and goes through his posessions. She finds a written copy of Mila's request. She checks it for any more details.
In the course of her usual duties Emila recovers the body of hiver killed in a bar fight at the bottle and jug. She takes him back to the Mortuary and goes through his posessions. She finds a written copy of Mila's request. She checks it for any more details.
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*Midnight
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Emila curses aloud she has no idea about anarchist ciphers. She knows someone who does though. She takes the body to the Mortuary as she would have anyway and then she places it out on a slab. Going down to the crypts she takes some grave dirt and fills a clay urn with it and from her own possessions she takes an obsidian, she scatters the grave dirt over the body the gem she rests over his left eye. Its time to wake him up, but not resurrection, not something he can refuse. Using the mans earthly remains as an anchor she reaches out and pulls his spirit back as a shade of what it once was.
//Spell cast create undead.
//Spell cast create undead.
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*Darkrob
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Mila frowns and thanks the messenger with a heartfelt and genuine smile. She then turns to the others, allowing the flames to flash on her clenched fists;
"I'm going to a lobster boil. I imagine there's enough for everyone to enjoy... no invites necessary..."
And with that she casts Persistant haste (hitting as many patrons around her as possible) and heads out the door. Protection spells being cast as she moves through the maze of streets towards her target.
"I'm going to a lobster boil. I imagine there's enough for everyone to enjoy... no invites necessary..."
And with that she casts Persistant haste (hitting as many patrons around her as possible) and heads out the door. Protection spells being cast as she moves through the maze of streets towards her target.
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*Selebius
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Quite a crowd is following Mila out- but the combat prowess of many is rather questionable.
However she sees a few good people among them- Blackscale, Twister Mick (whose crippled left arm does not impair his aim with his throwing knives), the Red Sister ( a known pyromaniac) and also the silent twins- two tiefling who never speak a word but are deadly with their scimitars.
Only half of that crowd reaches the target- some realize that they are not cut for a battle against soldiers, are few are too drunk to keep pace but Mila is well known and so she picks up a few more battle hardened folks on their way to this outpost.
When she reaches it the place is swarming with Hardheads- eight, perhaps ten even, it seems some patrols have been called back hastily to bolster the outpost's defences.
Another patrol is just leaving, six men, two escorting four who carry a stretcher with one of their wounded, two bolts protuding from their companions armour- perhaps trying to get this one out before the battle starts.
Two other Hardheads try to finish a makeshift barricade, tying long strands of Razorvine to a few wooden beams.
The outpost itself is sturdy but not fortifed thick wooden walls, a flat roof with a crossbow man on it but its windows are rather big and open, and the roof is only made of wood as well. It clearly has not been built for its current use, was probably a storehouse once.
However she sees a few good people among them- Blackscale, Twister Mick (whose crippled left arm does not impair his aim with his throwing knives), the Red Sister ( a known pyromaniac) and also the silent twins- two tiefling who never speak a word but are deadly with their scimitars.
Only half of that crowd reaches the target- some realize that they are not cut for a battle against soldiers, are few are too drunk to keep pace but Mila is well known and so she picks up a few more battle hardened folks on their way to this outpost.
When she reaches it the place is swarming with Hardheads- eight, perhaps ten even, it seems some patrols have been called back hastily to bolster the outpost's defences.
Another patrol is just leaving, six men, two escorting four who carry a stretcher with one of their wounded, two bolts protuding from their companions armour- perhaps trying to get this one out before the battle starts.
Two other Hardheads try to finish a makeshift barricade, tying long strands of Razorvine to a few wooden beams.
The outpost itself is sturdy but not fortifed thick wooden walls, a flat roof with a crossbow man on it but its windows are rather big and open, and the roof is only made of wood as well. It clearly has not been built for its current use, was probably a storehouse once.
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*Darkrob
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Mila stands at the head of the crowd, out in the street ahead of it so the focus is on her. She is lit up with all sorts of arcane energy right now. If thereÂ’s a spell she regularilly emplys in the Abyss (her usual memmed spells), itÂ’s been cast. A flaming Shard is held in one hand, the flames licking up and down the blade, and a razor sharp shortblade is held in the other, itÂ’s heavily runed face shows that it is highly enchanted.
“Listen up, Berks, I’m only going to say this once!” she yells towards the outpost. “You lot pike outta here now! Just start runnin’ and you’ll live to hunt us another day. You stay put, hesitate for even a minute, and I’ll cook you where you stand… and these kind folks behind me will have quite the meal. You’ve been warned. Now SCRAM!”
She begins to prepare a spell in case they decide to stay and fry.
“Listen up, Berks, I’m only going to say this once!” she yells towards the outpost. “You lot pike outta here now! Just start runnin’ and you’ll live to hunt us another day. You stay put, hesitate for even a minute, and I’ll cook you where you stand… and these kind folks behind me will have quite the meal. You’ve been warned. Now SCRAM!”
She begins to prepare a spell in case they decide to stay and fry.
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*Selebius
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Like a single man the hardheads turn their heads to face her- and they clearly do not like that they see.
One of the guys who worked at the barricade drops his polearm and runs after the six with the stretcher (who hurry down the street with surprising speed now!), his companion cursing him, calling him a coward even as he hastily retreats closer to the outpost himself.
It seems the sharpshooter on the roof was tempted to kill the deserter but then gets down on a knee, aiming at the crowd- perhaps not realizing that his single bolt won't make a difference.
A few seconds pass and an old tiefling in red armour steps out of the house, seizes up the crowd, then the surrounding houses (some of the locals are busy pelting the already retreating hardheads with all kind of nasty, smelly things) then looks at Mila.
"What is the meaning of this? Are you aware how many will die if you attack us?"
One of the guys who worked at the barricade drops his polearm and runs after the six with the stretcher (who hurry down the street with surprising speed now!), his companion cursing him, calling him a coward even as he hastily retreats closer to the outpost himself.
It seems the sharpshooter on the roof was tempted to kill the deserter but then gets down on a knee, aiming at the crowd- perhaps not realizing that his single bolt won't make a difference.
A few seconds pass and an old tiefling in red armour steps out of the house, seizes up the crowd, then the surrounding houses (some of the locals are busy pelting the already retreating hardheads with all kind of nasty, smelly things) then looks at Mila.
"What is the meaning of this? Are you aware how many will die if you attack us?"
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*Darkrob
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Mila looks at the Tiefling and says;
“Too many… but that call is yours. You’re almost out of time so I’ll give you another option. Open your cells, all of them. Scatter the prisoners to the Ward and you can keep your house. Tick tock. No more talking. Almost out of time.”
She flares the held spell for effect and prepares to release it.
“Too many… but that call is yours. You’re almost out of time so I’ll give you another option. Open your cells, all of them. Scatter the prisoners to the Ward and you can keep your house. Tick tock. No more talking. Almost out of time.”
She flares the held spell for effect and prepares to release it.