Spee
2004-05-31, 11:55 PM
Fictional story, not based off anything aside from a D&D campaign. If a mod moves this to the fanfic section, Im totally understanding. I wasnt sure if this went in there, not being planetside-related and all..
Here goes. Excuse typos and grammatical errors, and tell me what ya think.
We met outside the specified locations. A group of individuals whom I did not know, or care to know. I had just been told there was money involve, and I have a horrible habit of following my pockets.
We set up camp, and two of them began talking, a language I didnt understand. I had hard bits and peices before, but nothing supremely reminiscent. The group consisted of two larger individuals, and myself, Jaques. A thief, a swindler, a rogue - I'd been given all the requisite titles of a man of organized crime should be given.
As time passed on, I fell asleep - I know not how long, but I was woken by the feeling of a metal boot in my side. I stirred, and looked up. Either I was to be executed, and not been told, or we had added another member - From here on the ground, the figure above me towered like some monument to Armored evil. I jumped up, and went to draw my daggar, but was told by one of the others that it wasnt necessary. Instead of running him through, I shook his hand - I am a gentleman, after all.
We stayed there, at the campsite, until dawn. He instructed us of our orders - to Find a town to the north, and kill two paladins. Innocents werent mentioned, which, I can only assume for this type of job, means we could kill freely. But, not my style. Im not a fan of being who I am - But I do like money. And a large sum was promised here - 30 thousand, to be exact. I could retire early.
We moved north, encountering a few issues regarding shrubbery, but nothing of particular notworthiness. We arrived at the town, and my fellows, with the subtlety of a freight train, sliced the first individual they saw in twain. How crude.
Needless to say, the peasants began to panic, which made is sinfully simple to hide behind something, and move towards the church. Perhaps someone inside the church heard the commotion, because not 2 seconds after the corpse of the first victim hit the earth did the church doors open, with two Paladins of...Particularly short nature, stepped out.
(battle)
So, there was the remnants of this town laying about. As the larger one was yelling something about corpses or some other such bilge, I got the notion to inquire to our large, evil friend, as to any more work there may be for us. He replied yes, and promptly warped us to some castle, somewhere.
We followed the man for some time, eventually coming out onto a marble villa, a man, in a decadently beautiful suit and vest, sitting at a wrought iron, white, table, sipping tea. A king of some sort. We exchanged pleasantries, and got down to business, myself doing the talking, simply because I am the most well versed and logical of our three.
I bowed. "My lord."
The man smiled, and put down his tea cup "Ah yes, You must be Jaques. A pleasure." He then turned to the larger of our group, "Anneki. I havnt seen you in a great while. Why dont you come to church more often?"
And then, to the smaller of the large in our group, saying "Ahhh yes. You - Ive heard great things about you. A pelasure to be working with such fine gentlemen."
I wanted my money. "My lord, I have heard from your servant here," and gestured to the large armored man, "that you have work for us."
The man smiled "Ahh yes. You see, there are a few associates of mine, who are going through this town. Now, due to some rather old business, which I shall bore you with the details of, I need them killed."
Nothing new. "Any magic specialists?"
The Lordly one's face dropped, as he brough the teacup to his lips again "One. Well, two. One of which is simply arcane, but the other is...odd."
A nod from myself "Any particularly threatening targets, close-combat wise?"
He nodded "One man. A dwarf."
"Are you going to provide any assistance to us, or are we going in naked?"
"I will provide you with a set of magical items," and, he produced a suitcase, that, if my memory serves me correctly, was not there previously. "Three rods. Antimagic Field Generator, a fireball wand, and a rod of Darkness."
I nodded, and stoof. The others followed me. We talked to the blackguard, and he set us, via teleportation, at our notated spot.
Here, I had to think - it would be far too obvious for us to simply attack. If we were to integrate ourselves into the fabric of this society, we may afford ourselves interesting opportunities. I had it all planned - I was to work in the bar and as inkeep, the smaller one, the tavern. The larger one, potion shop. I then learned through our assitant, and avatar of the King, that neither of these individuals needed to sleep, or eat. Ergo, most of my planning was in vain.
However, we did come up with a plan to force them into a cavern, where we may slay them away from the prying eyes of the public. I inquired as to whether there were any potiion shops in the area, for I wanted to poison them prior to them encountering us to enahnce our chances of survival. I was told by the avatar that it would take 4 days to brew up said poison.
Over the next four days, me and our targets became friends. We helped them in thier miniature adventures, and made them feel comfortable around us.
When I received the poisons, I inquired as to the method of delivery - Contact. Thus, the first thign in my mind was to paint the doorknobs and handles of this building with said solution, but, I then had an even better idea - Write the ransom note in poison. The ransom note was directed at our targets, because a key objective of thiers had a daughter. We kidnapped this girl, and set her in said cave, where they were to die.
I delivered the letter myself. They both touched the letter, and I had to almost forcibly restrain myself from grinning.
Soon, we were locked inbattle against a series of monsters in a field. Owlbears, I beleive theyre called. ANyhow, once they were slayed, a bush rustled. I, full of adrenaline, fired a bolt into the bush.
The bush was our kidnapee. The avatar screwed up - She wasnt supposed to die.
However, it all proved to be irrelevant. The one who dressed in natural items took her corpse back to the inn, and tried to raise her. He was meditating, as was the spellcaster. I doled out instructions to my comrades, and then painted my rapier with poison.
The spellcaster heard me come in. he wheeled up to me in his wheelchair, and inquired if I could acquiesce a scroll from him. I put a finger to my lips, and silently moved behind the druid. I admired him, in his last moments - His peaceful state of mind. Lack of awareness - Then I ran him through the neck with my rapier.
The spellcaster look bewildered. Anneki, the larger one, pounced on him, attacking with no short amount of fervor with his bastard sword, as the smaller of the two, assisted me with the druid, by applying his scythe liberally to the healers body.
12 seconds later, there were three corpses in the room.
The avatar walked up to us, clapping. He threw us each a bag - What I presumed to be the 30 thousand. I had yet to count it, and then recall that the man himself had promised some magical items as reward. He stroked his beard and noded, and approached me. He reached into his vest pocket, looking for something, and then touched me.
The world went black.
When I came to, I recognized Anneki's head approximatly 5 feet from his body. I could not find the smaller one anywhere, but I recognized his scythe next to a pile of ash.
Luck, right?
Here goes. Excuse typos and grammatical errors, and tell me what ya think.
We met outside the specified locations. A group of individuals whom I did not know, or care to know. I had just been told there was money involve, and I have a horrible habit of following my pockets.
We set up camp, and two of them began talking, a language I didnt understand. I had hard bits and peices before, but nothing supremely reminiscent. The group consisted of two larger individuals, and myself, Jaques. A thief, a swindler, a rogue - I'd been given all the requisite titles of a man of organized crime should be given.
As time passed on, I fell asleep - I know not how long, but I was woken by the feeling of a metal boot in my side. I stirred, and looked up. Either I was to be executed, and not been told, or we had added another member - From here on the ground, the figure above me towered like some monument to Armored evil. I jumped up, and went to draw my daggar, but was told by one of the others that it wasnt necessary. Instead of running him through, I shook his hand - I am a gentleman, after all.
We stayed there, at the campsite, until dawn. He instructed us of our orders - to Find a town to the north, and kill two paladins. Innocents werent mentioned, which, I can only assume for this type of job, means we could kill freely. But, not my style. Im not a fan of being who I am - But I do like money. And a large sum was promised here - 30 thousand, to be exact. I could retire early.
We moved north, encountering a few issues regarding shrubbery, but nothing of particular notworthiness. We arrived at the town, and my fellows, with the subtlety of a freight train, sliced the first individual they saw in twain. How crude.
Needless to say, the peasants began to panic, which made is sinfully simple to hide behind something, and move towards the church. Perhaps someone inside the church heard the commotion, because not 2 seconds after the corpse of the first victim hit the earth did the church doors open, with two Paladins of...Particularly short nature, stepped out.
(battle)
So, there was the remnants of this town laying about. As the larger one was yelling something about corpses or some other such bilge, I got the notion to inquire to our large, evil friend, as to any more work there may be for us. He replied yes, and promptly warped us to some castle, somewhere.
We followed the man for some time, eventually coming out onto a marble villa, a man, in a decadently beautiful suit and vest, sitting at a wrought iron, white, table, sipping tea. A king of some sort. We exchanged pleasantries, and got down to business, myself doing the talking, simply because I am the most well versed and logical of our three.
I bowed. "My lord."
The man smiled, and put down his tea cup "Ah yes, You must be Jaques. A pleasure." He then turned to the larger of our group, "Anneki. I havnt seen you in a great while. Why dont you come to church more often?"
And then, to the smaller of the large in our group, saying "Ahhh yes. You - Ive heard great things about you. A pelasure to be working with such fine gentlemen."
I wanted my money. "My lord, I have heard from your servant here," and gestured to the large armored man, "that you have work for us."
The man smiled "Ahh yes. You see, there are a few associates of mine, who are going through this town. Now, due to some rather old business, which I shall bore you with the details of, I need them killed."
Nothing new. "Any magic specialists?"
The Lordly one's face dropped, as he brough the teacup to his lips again "One. Well, two. One of which is simply arcane, but the other is...odd."
A nod from myself "Any particularly threatening targets, close-combat wise?"
He nodded "One man. A dwarf."
"Are you going to provide any assistance to us, or are we going in naked?"
"I will provide you with a set of magical items," and, he produced a suitcase, that, if my memory serves me correctly, was not there previously. "Three rods. Antimagic Field Generator, a fireball wand, and a rod of Darkness."
I nodded, and stoof. The others followed me. We talked to the blackguard, and he set us, via teleportation, at our notated spot.
Here, I had to think - it would be far too obvious for us to simply attack. If we were to integrate ourselves into the fabric of this society, we may afford ourselves interesting opportunities. I had it all planned - I was to work in the bar and as inkeep, the smaller one, the tavern. The larger one, potion shop. I then learned through our assitant, and avatar of the King, that neither of these individuals needed to sleep, or eat. Ergo, most of my planning was in vain.
However, we did come up with a plan to force them into a cavern, where we may slay them away from the prying eyes of the public. I inquired as to whether there were any potiion shops in the area, for I wanted to poison them prior to them encountering us to enahnce our chances of survival. I was told by the avatar that it would take 4 days to brew up said poison.
Over the next four days, me and our targets became friends. We helped them in thier miniature adventures, and made them feel comfortable around us.
When I received the poisons, I inquired as to the method of delivery - Contact. Thus, the first thign in my mind was to paint the doorknobs and handles of this building with said solution, but, I then had an even better idea - Write the ransom note in poison. The ransom note was directed at our targets, because a key objective of thiers had a daughter. We kidnapped this girl, and set her in said cave, where they were to die.
I delivered the letter myself. They both touched the letter, and I had to almost forcibly restrain myself from grinning.
Soon, we were locked inbattle against a series of monsters in a field. Owlbears, I beleive theyre called. ANyhow, once they were slayed, a bush rustled. I, full of adrenaline, fired a bolt into the bush.
The bush was our kidnapee. The avatar screwed up - She wasnt supposed to die.
However, it all proved to be irrelevant. The one who dressed in natural items took her corpse back to the inn, and tried to raise her. He was meditating, as was the spellcaster. I doled out instructions to my comrades, and then painted my rapier with poison.
The spellcaster heard me come in. he wheeled up to me in his wheelchair, and inquired if I could acquiesce a scroll from him. I put a finger to my lips, and silently moved behind the druid. I admired him, in his last moments - His peaceful state of mind. Lack of awareness - Then I ran him through the neck with my rapier.
The spellcaster look bewildered. Anneki, the larger one, pounced on him, attacking with no short amount of fervor with his bastard sword, as the smaller of the two, assisted me with the druid, by applying his scythe liberally to the healers body.
12 seconds later, there were three corpses in the room.
The avatar walked up to us, clapping. He threw us each a bag - What I presumed to be the 30 thousand. I had yet to count it, and then recall that the man himself had promised some magical items as reward. He stroked his beard and noded, and approached me. He reached into his vest pocket, looking for something, and then touched me.
The world went black.
When I came to, I recognized Anneki's head approximatly 5 feet from his body. I could not find the smaller one anywhere, but I recognized his scythe next to a pile of ash.
Luck, right?