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Poisoned Virtues (Closed RP)
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Post by
oneforthemoney
The cold stone of the hallway echoed with Avaritia’s footfalls, and rang with Felicity’s. The bespectacled woman was garbed in her standard black trench coat and glasses, while Felicity had opted for merely the minimal amount of her armour. Merely the breastplate, greaves, shoulders and gauntlets garbed her, with a black shirt and pants peeking out from beneath the polished metal. A pair of men dressed similarly to Avaritia but with tall, peaked caps kept a respectable distance behind them, one holding a torch which sent flickering shadows along the walls.
Felicity had no idea some of the underground sections of the old barracks had not collapsed during Deathwing’s assault. She had been told by Aravitia while they entered the tunnels through creaky cellar doors, half hidden by mountains of rubble, that they had been used by a smuggling group until recently. That had been the last thing the woman had told her before they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, only the flicker of the flames from a torch one of the guards held and the steady beat of their footsteps filling the air.
“And, they are prepared for what you’re sending them forth to do?” Felicity asked, breaking the silence of their trek at last.
Avaritia did not look back as she replied. “No. They have yet to be briefed. I reasoned I may as well gather you all together, in order to not waste time. Or the chance one of you may leak the truth of the matter before I send you on your way.”
“How much do they know, then?”
“Enough. That it is a job, and that they shall be paid handsomely should they complete it.”
“And you can trust them?”
Avaritia paused before a tall oaken door. She turned around and looked at Felicity from over her glasses, gold eyes glittering in the torchlight.
“My dear. I don’t trust anyone.”
Felicity scowled as the former under-warden opened the door.
The chamber on the other side was a large and chill room, formerly a dungeon before the upper levels collapse. Though there were several doors, only one led out, as all the others had the telltale signs of collapse on the other side. Cells with doors broken open and a few torture racks converted to tables rested inside. Several chairs installed at either Aravitia’s or the smugglers behest sitting haphazardly about, while some torches guttered throatily in their holders on the walls.
Felicity and Aravitia took a step inside, and surveyed those within.
Sirax, an alchemist of some repute and thus of particular use in such a matter as this. Jim, an Alliance veteran pulled out of retirement, Felicity didn't particularly care how. John William Cassidy, a mercenary that put the young paladin slightly on edge due to his code of dress and motives, but apparently the most trustworthy of them all in this affair. And...Felicity narrowed her eyes slightly at the worgen in the room. She wasn't sure who exactly that was.
Aravitia stepped forward. "Greetings. I see you all managed to find your way here. kindly introduce yourselves to the others. We have much to discuss and would prefer to get the formalities done with," she said, slowly entering the room to stand before the assembled group.
Post by
Morec0
This warehouse hadn’t been used in ages, not even by any criminal organizations looking to use it for their own purposes. It was far too much out of the way of anything to make for a useful storage place for storing any type of goods, and yet at the same time it was not secluded enough to make for a good hideout. The combination of these two points left the warehouse very much alone to simply degrade into a dilapidated structure just waiting to fall apart at any moment.
It was night outside, the moon completely blacked out by overhanging clouds that threatened rain. Thankfully, though, it had not started raining yet, nor would the building provide much protection if it did. That was hardly the point, though; the point was that it was pitch black out without any bystanders around to eavesdrop and report to the authorities any short of goings on. A single candle did light the inside of the warehouse, yes, but the light was too faint to draw any suspicion; not at this late an hour, not with the guards already having passed this spot on their patrol routes.
It was precisely why Ebon had chosen this spot for his hired mercenaries to meet to receive their instructions, why he had told Graple to have anyone potential temps he had picked up to go there.
“Patience everyone,” Graple assured the gathered few. Be it for gold or some other prize, he had managed to pull this muddle mesh of characters together. It had not been easy, but he had succeeded in convincing them for whatever reason to, at the least, hear his boss’ proposal; as he always managed to do. “It should only take a few more moments for our-.”
Before Graple could finish speaking, a tall, leathered-armored undead rose out of the shadows on the floor of the poorly-lit room. Graple opened his mouth to begin talking again, the undead had already stepped up to the table in the middle of the room, placed the square container he held in his arms upon it, and removed the lid. The walls of the box fell to the sides, revealing a crystal ball that gave off a bright light which illuminated the interior of the warehouse far better than the candle Graple held could have, revealing all people inside of it in their entirety; the undead shielded his eyes from it.
It took another minute, in which Graple did not attempt to speak again, but the image of a horned, black and red metal mask appeared within the orb. “Graple,” Ebon said, any facial expression he might have had hidden behind his helm. “These are the people you found?”
“Yes, sir,” Graple said with an affirmative nod.
“Well step forward then!” Ebon demanded of the mercenaries. “Introduce yourselves. I don’t have all day and I want to know who is who amongst you.” He had been given a hastily-written but detailed report by Graple on the people the dwarf had hired to work for him on this particular job, but he wanted to match faces to the profiles he had read, easier to speak to people that way. Easier to make sure he said the right thing to keep them in line.
He made one last quick mental rundown of who Graple had found; a night elf hunter and engineer named Zeltharis Nightsong (an easy find compared to the rest), a troll priestess named “Praey” (who Ebon had his gang carefully sneak free of an Alliance internment camp in Elwynn Forest), a tauren druid-turncoat named Takunion (who would have remained hidden had Ebon not had some druids in his employ), and a blood elf rogue named Zelia Shadowsun (who had been less difficult to spot, due to his gang’s frequent dealings with the assassin known as “Talah”).
Post by
1001369
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: John William Cassidy
Location
: Stormwind
Muttering something through his mask, Cassidy was studying small, rust-covered pincers he had found among other torture instruments when the two females appeared. He waited some several seconds for someone to speak up, then carefully lowered the pincers back onto the remnants of a table he had taken them from, and touched his wide-brimmed hat with two fingers, tipping it ever so slightly.
"John Cassidy. A bounty hunter extraordinaire," he said simply in that hoarse and grating voice of his. His labored breathing could be heard between the words; coming at an unnaturally precise pace, it sounded less like something a human throat could produce and more akin to a complex machine at work.
Post by
morginar
Zeltharis Nightsong
Abandoned Warehouse
Zeltharis looked at the tauren, troll and the blood elf that had just introduced herself. Feeling insecure whether theses horde member where going to atack her she placed her right hand on a grenade that is attached to the side her night elven armour.
"And i´m Zeltharis Nightsong a hunter and engineer, and may i ask for my employers identity? I would like to know who i'm working for, right now you can be twilight hammer or cult of the dammed for all i know.
Post by
Persen
Sirax Harrington
Stormwind Catacombs
Sirax sat in silence with his arms folded across his chest, glancing at the other three seated people in the room. "Ma'am," he greeted Aravitia when the masked man had finished his short introduction. "Sirax, uuh, Harrington. I'm
good
with chemicals."
Post by
Gumballs
Faithbender Praey
Abandoned Warehouse
Praey glanced around, her brow drawn slightly as she studied the figures in the abandon warehouse. "Faithbender Praey," she said simply, her trollish accent thick. The troll preferred to let the others speak, so she folded her arms across her chest and waited for details.
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Ebony Gang
(
Crime Boss Ebon
, Recruiter Graple,
Shadow Ghoul
)
Location: Abandoned Warehouse, Stormwind City
"There will be time for me to introduce myself once I've come to know all of
you
by name," Ebon replied smoothly as Praey finished speaking. "If the rest of you would kindly step forward now, I'm a busy man; I don't have all day to spend on even matters such as this."
Post by
Lordplatypus
"?"
Stormwind Catacombs
"Gooday, And for this time, call me george, it's not my real name, as you'd have guessed, but it's close enough for us." The man said, "Tracker, Stealth expert and Animal specialist".
OOC: He's in his human form when not actively in close quarters combat.
Post by
1003451
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Post by
1001369
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
morginar
Zeltharis Nightsong
Abandoned Warehouse
Zeltharis returned Zelias smile with a fake smile, she had now removed a grenade and hold it in her hand. Ready at any moment if anyone shows signs of hostility to throw it at their face.
Post by
1003451
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Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Ebony Gang
(
Crime Boss Ebon
, Recruiter Graple,
Shadow Ghoul
)
Location: Abandoned Warehouse, Stormwind City
"Yes, of course," Ebon replied, his slight nod barely noticeable in the crystal ball's image of him. "Now, as for me; I am Ebon, Boss of the Ebony gang. I won’t be surprised if you haven't heard of me, I suppose few have," he did not add 'and that's how I prefer things'. "Now, onto business proper; I have gathered you all here because I wish to hire you for a particular job.
"I doubt any of you will be even moderately familiar with what I am about to tell you, so I will attempt to be as clear as possible. For the last few weeks there has been a, in no unspecific terms, a drug that's high results in a feeling of euphoria unlike any other narcotic out there. As one would assume, it is also highly addictive. What I haven't been able to do, and want I want you to do - as a group," behind his mask, unnoticable, he glanced at Zelia, hoping she wouldn't be a problem later on, "is track down whoever is making this drug, take the formula for it from them, and bring it back to me.
"I'd have my own people take care of this for me, but as of right now I am dealing with a minor threat to my business. While I doubt the Horde amongst you - with exception of maybe you, Miss Sunshadow - are familiar with the name "Avarita", I am sure you, Miss Nightsong, recognize the name. For the rest of you; Avarita and her organization came to Stormwind some time ago and set to "cleaning up" Stormwind, including my organization. This has made moving my people from place to place... difficult.
"Back to the main matter, though; your payment. As is usual for hiring the services of your type, I am prepared to pay you each a great sum of gold should you complete this job successfully. Also, once you have succeeded, I will do all in my power to see to it that you get one
special
reward; one thing you truly desire."
Post by
morginar
Zeltharis Nightsong
Abandoned Warehouse
"So do you have any information where we can find the drug or it's distributors?" Zeltharis asked and crossed her arms above her chest revealing her grenade for a short moment.
"And what do you mean by what we truly desire?"
Post by
Morec0
Characters:
Ebony Gang
(
Crime Boss Ebon
, Recruiter Graple,
Shadow Ghoul
)
Location: Abandoned Warehouse, Stormwind City
"I do," Ebon replied with an, again, barely noticeable nod. "I've managed to pull a few strings and track down a man named Chapland Greo who I've been led to beleive is one of the dealers. You will find him, interrogate him, kill him, and then use the information he gives you to find whoever it is that is distributing this drug.
"As for what I meant, I shall clarrify. Once you have successfully finished this job and I have the formula for this drug in my possession, I will allow each of you to make one request for whatever it is you want - within reason, naturally. Be it an item, a person, or simply more gold, I will do all within my power to deliever whatever it is you want to you."
Ebon leaned a little closer to the crystal orb on his side of the communication. "That is
if
and
only when
you deliver the forumla to me."
Post by
Persen
Sirax Harrington
Stormwind Catacombs
The alchemist, restless as he was, began tapping his heel repeatedly.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Avaritia, Felicity
Location:
Stormwind
"I'm Felicity Brighthammer, Paladin," Felicity said, introducing herself.
"And I am Aravitia," she began, stepping into the room. "the one who called you all here. And I am glad that you all have accepted my invitation. Some of you may have heard of me, some may not. That doesn't matter. All that does, is that I have a job for you all, and that I will be paying you handsomely to do it.
"Now, the prospect revolves about this," she said, producing a vial of clear liquid from her pocket, placing it on one of the tables. The light of the torches flickered about the crystal vial, sending lights flashing off Aravitia's glasses. "This is a yet unnamed drug, which produces an intense feeling of euphoria as yet unseen. Needless to say, it is extremely valuable. Yet oddly, it is extremely rare, and no one knows from where it comes from, or how it is made.
"Needless to say, this is a frustrating prospect. What I want for you to do is find me where this drug originates, who is producing it, and bring them to me. Alive. And if not then the recipe for it and a list of known associates. I have no intent of permitting someone else to continue this work.
"Let me make this clear," she began, planting her hands on the table and looking at them all from over the rim of her glasses. "I do not care why you accepted this invitation. Whether it is because you feel some moral obligation to stamp this...blight! out," her eyes rested momentarily on Felicity, "or are here for the prospect of money or gain. All I care about is that you find me who is producing this drug, and deal with them."
"Now," she continued, rising, "any questions?" she asked, her face stern and unreadable.
Post by
Persen
Sirax Harrington
Stormwind Catacombs
Sirax eyed the paladin for a second; a moment short of the look becoming a stare he blinked like a cat and looked at the older woman. When the others didn't say anything, he slowly asked:
"Will there be any, uuh, equipment for us?"
He gazed at the small bottle with visible fascination, bordering on awe. "Can't do much alchemy with my bare hands," he added quickly and in a low voice.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Avaritia, Felicity
Location:
Stormwind
"If you need something, tell me now," she said, crossing her arms. "Following this, I won't be able to provide direct assistance. I have many enemies, and I have no intention of informing them of what I'm up to, nor making you all an obvious target."
"Which reminds me," she snapped her fingers. One of the two men behind her stepped forward, producing an ornate box. Opening it revealed a small crystal orb to the group. "This," she said, cupping it in her palm and holding it out, "will be how you supply me with reports of your progress. No letters, nothing that can be traced," Avaritia explained.
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