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!uGYNBMPzOs 02/21/11(Mon)01:07 No.13978884You focus for a moment and a handful of stones from the road outside come sailing through the thin wooden walls, orbiting the hand not on your pommel. "Let me remind you, that those streets you claim to own are the Emperors, and I am his servant." you rise to your feet, and shove the stunned dwarf to the ground "Your thugs, frighten me less than an Uurlanthi levy, stinking of his own piss for having to charge my maniple. Now, I'm going to go about my business, and you are going to let me."
You step over the dwarf contemptuously "GET HIM!" the dwarf spits out, his voice full of insulted indignation, the fool truly believed himself to be the one in charge, and in the right. The lacerta next to you goes for his blade, one rock shatters his arm, another his leg, a third catches the brute under his chin, sending him sprawling atop his employer. The other two move to rush you. the largest takes a trio of cobblestones to his chest, each one crunching sickeningly as it impacts with flesh; the third sending the brute to the ground gasping. The final enforcer topples to the last two bricks, his ankles shattered.
"And so ends your criminal empire." you mock the slum lord "And to think, I had offered to let you continue your business." you lift the shocked criminal from the ground, restrain him, and leave him in the bar "I'll be back for him later." you inform the barkeep, tossing him a few more dragoons.
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the healers shop is dark, and reeks of plant matter, both live and decaying. A cloying smoke fogs the small shop, multiple censors burning about the space. Shelves are crammed with old trinkets and totems, pots of plant, and an occasional rare stone or pile of coin, though none of the currency is Degnarian, or new. "How can I help you?" the old lacertan female asks in her low, sibilant voice. |