"That would be by him." Donald answered Liaena's question while taking a step back to gaze up at her.
"It was how I ended up in the custody of you and your Night Elven allies, after all. What would otherwise have been a clean escape, he intercepted me and left me for dead."
Donald explained as he thought back to the whole episode in the sewer, which had consisted mostly of him being thrown from brick wall to brick wall like the ragdoll of a rather psychotic little girl. Part of him didn't like talking about the episode to Liaena, as he found the whole betrayal to be more embarrassing.
One could only be betrayed if you trusted someone in the first place.
"I knew he would turn on me eventually. I simply had not expected him to do it so soon."
For a moment, Donald smiled.
"I think he is probably a little disappointed with your Night Elven bodyguards, considering that I am still alive." Donald chuckled softly.
"I have no love for him, nor any loyalty either. If you want to make his life worse, I would only be too happy to cooperate, Lady Rune."
Donald paused, blinking his right eye up at Liaena.
"I believe we are united in a common desire to see my old customer pay."
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"It's a bit of a requirement in this business... " Donald said as the assassin gazed up at the large figure that was Liaena whom loomed overhead like a behemoth. The assassin paced back and forth as he looked up at her, seemingly unable to find a simple place to stand.
"My trade is no place for a hero."
Donald finally paused his walking to look forward, seemingly chewing on his thoughts as he threw a thoughtful gaze out into the air.
"A line where only the most mendacious villains can prosper and thrive; and the man who paid me to kill your boyfriend... " Donald said, peering up at Liaena.
" ... that man was a great liar."
Donald studied Liaena for a moment before he spoke again, taking time to decide on his next words. Indeed, this was more of a bargaining for him, where the desired ware was his life and freedom, and the payment most likely information and services.
"Let me go forward and reassure you, however, that we are not enemies. The contract between me and my last benefactor has been... unofficially terminally annihilated, to put it mildly. I am as much a businessman as I am a blade for hire, ma'am. To hold grudges would be very unprofessional of me, not to mention severely reduce my amount of potential clients."
Donald placed the palms of his hands together as he looked up at Liaena, slightly bowing his head. During the short pause, the inaudible squeaking from Astrid still in Liaena's satchel could be heard, as the minuscule assassin screamed out what presumably was no small hail of hate.
"I suppose this would be the moment where I give you my word and promise to leave you and yours alone, but... for a man who just preached about liars, heh, that wouldn't make much of a difference, would it?"
"My trade is no place for a hero."
Donald finally paused his walking to look forward, seemingly chewing on his thoughts as he threw a thoughtful gaze out into the air.
"A line where only the most mendacious villains can prosper and thrive; and the man who paid me to kill your boyfriend... " Donald said, peering up at Liaena.
" ... that man was a great liar."
Donald studied Liaena for a moment before he spoke again, taking time to decide on his next words. Indeed, this was more of a bargaining for him, where the desired ware was his life and freedom, and the payment most likely information and services.
"Let me go forward and reassure you, however, that we are not enemies. The contract between me and my last benefactor has been... unofficially terminally annihilated, to put it mildly. I am as much a businessman as I am a blade for hire, ma'am. To hold grudges would be very unprofessional of me, not to mention severely reduce my amount of potential clients."
Donald placed the palms of his hands together as he looked up at Liaena, slightly bowing his head. During the short pause, the inaudible squeaking from Astrid still in Liaena's satchel could be heard, as the minuscule assassin screamed out what presumably was no small hail of hate.
"I suppose this would be the moment where I give you my word and promise to leave you and yours alone, but... for a man who just preached about liars, heh, that wouldn't make much of a difference, would it?"
Seeing as Sherpa and Rithrynn will most likely be busy for a while, I suppose we can skip to the next day and the crime investigation soon ;)
Of course, you will have time to continue your interrogation with Donald and Astrid, Liaena. It seems to be a role that Liaena is finding herself becoming more and more familiar with.
Crime scenes, murders, interrogations. This is almost becoming like CSI: Stormwind!
Of course, you will have time to continue your interrogation with Donald and Astrid, Liaena. It seems to be a role that Liaena is finding herself becoming more and more familiar with.
Crime scenes, murders, interrogations. This is almost becoming like CSI: Stormwind!
"I wouldn't doubt you on that." Darian muttered, slightly surprised by Liaena's sudden departure from the room. What was the talk about a conversation upstairs? From what he remembered, only Doin and Frarn had been up there with her. Who would she be talking to?
"Maybe the girl has simply gone mad and taken to talking to herself... "
Turning back to Kathlin, Darian folded his hands together on the table as he looked towards her as if she was undergoing a job interview.
"During the investigation tomorrow, you will be allowed to bring whatever accomplices that you think will be able to help you on your investigation. You may commission this room for the duration of the investigation, including all items and equipment contained within.We will be departing to the crime scene 7:30 AM tomorrow, which is in roughly three hours and twenty minutes, so get some sleep while you still can. Any questions?"
Sherpa smiled handsomely back at the lustful Night Elf that loomed over him, moving an arm that was still free up to stroke her cheek.
"Indeed, it is just us two here tonight... " Sherpa said with a calm manner, as he gazed up at Rithrynn. Although she was supposedly a big bad Night Elf warrior, and not to mention a fair share of clumsy from time to time; she also possessed the beauty that often characterized the Night Elves despite their naturalistic ways and often fierce behavior.
"You've been gone for too long, Rithrynn. I've missed you... "
The High Elf merely gazed up at Rithrynn, before suddenly rising up a little bit. Sherpa moved his head forward to give Rithrynn a kiss on her lips, gently tugging her down with him.
"Maybe the girl has simply gone mad and taken to talking to herself... "
Turning back to Kathlin, Darian folded his hands together on the table as he looked towards her as if she was undergoing a job interview.
"During the investigation tomorrow, you will be allowed to bring whatever accomplices that you think will be able to help you on your investigation. You may commission this room for the duration of the investigation, including all items and equipment contained within.We will be departing to the crime scene 7:30 AM tomorrow, which is in roughly three hours and twenty minutes, so get some sleep while you still can. Any questions?"
Sherpa smiled handsomely back at the lustful Night Elf that loomed over him, moving an arm that was still free up to stroke her cheek.
"Indeed, it is just us two here tonight... " Sherpa said with a calm manner, as he gazed up at Rithrynn. Although she was supposedly a big bad Night Elf warrior, and not to mention a fair share of clumsy from time to time; she also possessed the beauty that often characterized the Night Elves despite their naturalistic ways and often fierce behavior.
"You've been gone for too long, Rithrynn. I've missed you... "
The High Elf merely gazed up at Rithrynn, before suddenly rising up a little bit. Sherpa moved his head forward to give Rithrynn a kiss on her lips, gently tugging her down with him.
For some reason, I am getting some overly obsessed girlfriend vibes from Rithrynn at the moment :P
"Mebbeh she was in on the whole bloody deal, hehe!" Frarn hummed with laughter at Liaena's quiet talk. However, when he received quiet stares from the rest around the table, Frarn quickled raised his hands in his defense.
"Whah? Ye know how those nobles and rich people are, marryin' often outta money and power than love! Wouldn't surprise me if they had their fair share of psychos!"
Darian took a moment to gaze at the dwarf, before quietly rolling his eyes and looking back at the two girls by the table.
"We have tried to lay low. It has never been in our best interest to start a feud with another outfit." Darian commented dryly, looking down in his own drink as he folded his hands together on the table.
" ... but, that strategy hasn't worked in our favor so far, despite having served us in the past. The success of the White Hand doesn't seem to have slowed down, nor do we see any indications that it will do so in the future; given current circumstances continue... "
Darian seemed distant as he spoke, the man lost in his own thoughts as he chewed slowly on his next words.
"But you are right in your predictions that we will do something about this. When one of our jobs suffer such a grossly unfortunate and terrible end, it's inevitable that guild officials show up and explain how this could have happened. Although the nobles will most likely have their own investigation of this case, the Vanguard will not stand idly by either. This is a matter of reputation as much as security, and Glacus will most likely send someone along get this mess sorted out."
Darian finished. However, the man's eyes suddenly opened as if something had just dawned on his otherwise somber face, and the officer looked across the table to Kathlin.
"Your skills in handling our friend, Doin's wounds indicate that you have some experience within medicine. Our physician is currently on leave and we have no one to replace him. Will you be willing and able to assist our investigation of the killing tomorrow?" Darian inquired as he looked at her.
"Don't worry about Glacus. Although he is the Guildmaster and is the one calling the shots around here, he has rarely turned down one of my suggestions."
Sherpa grimaced as Rithrynn rolled herself over him in the sofa. But despite her aggressive approach, the High Elf managed to retain somewhat of a friendly smile as he gazed back up at her.
"It is... my temporary home." Sherpa explained in a cool manner, as he managed to sneak his left leg out from under the Night Elf to allow its blood circulation to continue.
"My real home is in fact under construction at the moment. When it is finished, it will be quite a place."
Sherpa said with a cool smile, as he managed to reach an arm forward to grab his glass of wine from the table which was still half full.
"Down by the docks, in fact; by the westernmost reefs, with a majestic view towards the rest of the city, safely consolidated among the ferocious waves." Sherpa monologued as he looked towards the windows of the room, facing towards the docks; although the view was obstructed by church spires and roofs.
"It has not been cheap, but I've been able to finance it through a deal with some friends of mine."
The High Elf paused for a moment, seemingly absorbed in his glass that he inspected with a deep gaze; before his eyes turned to look back up at Rithrynn.
"Friends... they are such wonderful things, aren't they?"
The High Elf smiled, before he cast a curious gaze up at the Night Elf.
"And you, Rithrynn... you surprised me greatly when I saw you here in Stormwind. I had thought your superiors would have recalled you to Ashenvale a long time ago." Sherpa said, raising his brows at Rithrynn as if he was surprised.
"What caused my delightful mistake?"
"Whah? Ye know how those nobles and rich people are, marryin' often outta money and power than love! Wouldn't surprise me if they had their fair share of psychos!"
Darian took a moment to gaze at the dwarf, before quietly rolling his eyes and looking back at the two girls by the table.
"We have tried to lay low. It has never been in our best interest to start a feud with another outfit." Darian commented dryly, looking down in his own drink as he folded his hands together on the table.
" ... but, that strategy hasn't worked in our favor so far, despite having served us in the past. The success of the White Hand doesn't seem to have slowed down, nor do we see any indications that it will do so in the future; given current circumstances continue... "
Darian seemed distant as he spoke, the man lost in his own thoughts as he chewed slowly on his next words.
"But you are right in your predictions that we will do something about this. When one of our jobs suffer such a grossly unfortunate and terrible end, it's inevitable that guild officials show up and explain how this could have happened. Although the nobles will most likely have their own investigation of this case, the Vanguard will not stand idly by either. This is a matter of reputation as much as security, and Glacus will most likely send someone along get this mess sorted out."
Darian finished. However, the man's eyes suddenly opened as if something had just dawned on his otherwise somber face, and the officer looked across the table to Kathlin.
"Your skills in handling our friend, Doin's wounds indicate that you have some experience within medicine. Our physician is currently on leave and we have no one to replace him. Will you be willing and able to assist our investigation of the killing tomorrow?" Darian inquired as he looked at her.
"Don't worry about Glacus. Although he is the Guildmaster and is the one calling the shots around here, he has rarely turned down one of my suggestions."
Sherpa grimaced as Rithrynn rolled herself over him in the sofa. But despite her aggressive approach, the High Elf managed to retain somewhat of a friendly smile as he gazed back up at her.
"It is... my temporary home." Sherpa explained in a cool manner, as he managed to sneak his left leg out from under the Night Elf to allow its blood circulation to continue.
"My real home is in fact under construction at the moment. When it is finished, it will be quite a place."
Sherpa said with a cool smile, as he managed to reach an arm forward to grab his glass of wine from the table which was still half full.
"Down by the docks, in fact; by the westernmost reefs, with a majestic view towards the rest of the city, safely consolidated among the ferocious waves." Sherpa monologued as he looked towards the windows of the room, facing towards the docks; although the view was obstructed by church spires and roofs.
"It has not been cheap, but I've been able to finance it through a deal with some friends of mine."
The High Elf paused for a moment, seemingly absorbed in his glass that he inspected with a deep gaze; before his eyes turned to look back up at Rithrynn.
"Friends... they are such wonderful things, aren't they?"
The High Elf smiled, before he cast a curious gaze up at the Night Elf.
"And you, Rithrynn... you surprised me greatly when I saw you here in Stormwind. I had thought your superiors would have recalled you to Ashenvale a long time ago." Sherpa said, raising his brows at Rithrynn as if he was surprised.
"What caused my delightful mistake?"
"I am sorry about that." Sherpa said, trying to stay conscious during Rithrynn's steel hug.
"Destiny brought us apart, but also back again. I promise I will not disappear again."
He said, while thinking back on the time he had left Rithrynn. He remembered having almost given up hope that he would ever escape the Night Elf's rear again, a task that the loving Rithrynn had not made easy for him. The flirtation back at the boat had been a terrible mistake! But Rithrynn did not need to know any of that, Sherpa concluded in his head.
"Personal note 1: No shrinking this time."
As Rithrynn finally slacked her grip on him, Sherpa managed to tear himself loose to beckon her towards the sofas in the middle of the room.
"Care to join me then, my lady? The night is ours." He asked with a warm voice, giving Rithrynn a small smile as he moved towards the center of the room.
"Destiny brought us apart, but also back again. I promise I will not disappear again."
He said, while thinking back on the time he had left Rithrynn. He remembered having almost given up hope that he would ever escape the Night Elf's rear again, a task that the loving Rithrynn had not made easy for him. The flirtation back at the boat had been a terrible mistake! But Rithrynn did not need to know any of that, Sherpa concluded in his head.
"Personal note 1: No shrinking this time."
As Rithrynn finally slacked her grip on him, Sherpa managed to tear himself loose to beckon her towards the sofas in the middle of the room.
"Care to join me then, my lady? The night is ours." He asked with a warm voice, giving Rithrynn a small smile as he moved towards the center of the room.
And so I return, after a day of traveling.
Been climbing in the dolomites of Sesto, and partying at the beaches of Bardolino. It has been quite a trip ;)
And I'm glad to see that the Roleplay is still standing!
Been climbing in the dolomites of Sesto, and partying at the beaches of Bardolino. It has been quite a trip ;)
And I'm glad to see that the Roleplay is still standing!
"It's cheap, that's all that matters to the generals." Darian commented dryly.
"The generals don't want to spend more money than the can get away with, so when someone shows up offering to do most of the job, it's no surprise that they all nodded their heads and went along with it."
He said with a rather unimpressed voice, seemingly no more enthusiastic about the prospect of there being a mostly privately owned fort at the harbor than Liaena herself.
"As for private armies, they're definitely not the first. There are quite a lot of merc outfits in the city. The White Hands have just been the most successful lately. These armies usually come in trends, with fleeting popularity and success. Or at least that's the way it has been so far. It figures the bureaucrats simply see the White Hand as just another temporary outfit."
Darian took another sip from his mug, which he had barely touched. Pausing for a moment, the mercenary lieutenant looked distantly into the empty air for a while, before his gaze shifted back to Liaena and Kathlin.
"The man you saw on the outside who commanded the lillies was called David Portwright, a mage of some sort. He is the guildmaster himself, or "Archon" of the White Hands as they call him. Although we have been quarreling for some time, I had not expected him to show up in person. Especially not during the night to merely gloat."
"The twat has galls, imma give 'im that!" Frarn scoffed, before the dwarf gazed at Kathlin.
"And what's this talk of undead? Ye mean me father was struck down a zombie?!"
"Let's not draw any hasty conclusions." Darian commented, slightly raising a hand in the direction of Frarn.
"For all we know, Doin's axe blade could have stopped in the space between the plate and skin, despite the penetration. It could explain why their Champion was able to fight on. Although I don't like them, I'm not ready to accuse them of recruiting the walking dead to their side for one isolated incident."
"What?! Ye were out there, Darian!" Frarn exclaimed, jumping up from his seat as he looked down at Darian, waving his arms as he talked loudly!
"Ye saw the bleeder stan' up and stab me pa like nuthin' had happened to tha bastard! By all me hairy ancestors, ah swear that any other man woulda been lyin' in the ditch given the same!"
"The generals don't want to spend more money than the can get away with, so when someone shows up offering to do most of the job, it's no surprise that they all nodded their heads and went along with it."
He said with a rather unimpressed voice, seemingly no more enthusiastic about the prospect of there being a mostly privately owned fort at the harbor than Liaena herself.
"As for private armies, they're definitely not the first. There are quite a lot of merc outfits in the city. The White Hands have just been the most successful lately. These armies usually come in trends, with fleeting popularity and success. Or at least that's the way it has been so far. It figures the bureaucrats simply see the White Hand as just another temporary outfit."
Darian took another sip from his mug, which he had barely touched. Pausing for a moment, the mercenary lieutenant looked distantly into the empty air for a while, before his gaze shifted back to Liaena and Kathlin.
"The man you saw on the outside who commanded the lillies was called David Portwright, a mage of some sort. He is the guildmaster himself, or "Archon" of the White Hands as they call him. Although we have been quarreling for some time, I had not expected him to show up in person. Especially not during the night to merely gloat."
"The twat has galls, imma give 'im that!" Frarn scoffed, before the dwarf gazed at Kathlin.
"And what's this talk of undead? Ye mean me father was struck down a zombie?!"
"Let's not draw any hasty conclusions." Darian commented, slightly raising a hand in the direction of Frarn.
"For all we know, Doin's axe blade could have stopped in the space between the plate and skin, despite the penetration. It could explain why their Champion was able to fight on. Although I don't like them, I'm not ready to accuse them of recruiting the walking dead to their side for one isolated incident."
"What?! Ye were out there, Darian!" Frarn exclaimed, jumping up from his seat as he looked down at Darian, waving his arms as he talked loudly!
"Ye saw the bleeder stan' up and stab me pa like nuthin' had happened to tha bastard! By all me hairy ancestors, ah swear that any other man woulda been lyin' in the ditch given the same!"
I'm about to go on my holidays today, so there's no guarantee that I'll make any posts for the next 10 days.
You two girls, try not to tear down the RP in my absence ;)
You two girls, try not to tear down the RP in my absence ;)
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