Neon Matt Evangelion

There was magic in this world once, but they stole it all away.
 
Meanwhile in the Swayback Camel: Back in the sultan's Capital city of Barlizzar; The Bravo Brethren were keeping busy setting up information networks for the Bandolier brotherhood. They secured Hug-Hug in a place where he could ‘help’ safely (a locked room with a series of child-difficulty puzzles to solve).
 
They took measure of how they had all changed in the past few months of truly ‘finding themselves’:
 
Abel had trained extensively with the whip, proclaiming himself the ‘Master of the Whip’: whirling around a scorpion whip at a moments notice.
 
Jetto was now a Monk/Martial artist, tossing his weapons aside for his own natural weapons: choosing to enjoy the use of his exceptionally stretchy arms. Whether any other parts stretched similarly, only a few could mention. He also shaved off all his hair.
 
Lyle was now a Crusader, focused on wielding a rather absurdly large glaive and sporting a beautiful afro rather than a helmet these days.
 
Kofe remains a large, slow brute who doesn’t seem to wear armour outside of combat any more. Inside of combat however, was a different matter.
 
Senna was now wearing very little, and one of her arms was covered in a very intricate tattoo of a Lunar dragon who she insisted was called Lemuel.
 
The underground slavery ring made contact with the Bravo brothers. They suggested they had a task in need of completion, and that favour and influence could be had if we were successful in accomplishing it. The Gith had been seen in increasing numbers and starting to muscle in on their action. “Getting their hands on some pies. Our pies.” A safehouse they had located made for a tempting target.
 
The furniture store he had mentioned was one with many ‘Under the table’ deals. Some interesting occurrences in the basement as it were. The contact lives on the top floor of the shop, with his family. The message they wanted to send was that the Gith were simply not welcome in the establishment. A possible target for framing was a leatherworker who simply did not get along with the organization: he called himself Tannin, but soon enough he would be calling for a lawyer.
 
The plan was for Gammon to forge a document with the official seal and signature of the leatherworker incriminating him in the theft and damage which would unfortunately be inflicted on the furniture shop. Since none of the Gith would be alive to refute the tale, the evidence would speak for itself.
 
The store itself was packed with furniture of all shapes and sizes. The Bravo brothers wedged a wooden wedge in front of the only exit door, and unlocked the only window in the back: Things were about to get nasty in this store.
 
Lyle leapt through the window, his glaive cleaving a poor Gith Wizard in two. Abel leapt in, tripping him to the ground. Another leapt over his ally, drawing a greatsword, which got caught in an ornamental chandelier. Two others ran for the door, not realizing it was quite impassable. Jetto leapt into the fray, finishing off the injured Gith. Kofe made a new door, smashing through the wall, table, and several chairs before barreling into one of the Gith: Destroying him from the shock, and awe at what had just happened. Lyle picked his glaive out of the wizard, and ran another Gith through. Abel tripped another Gith, and Senna leapt forth: Lemuel chomped down on his neck ending his life. Jetto slapped the last Gith into submission: information would be had, before he was ‘cleaned up’.
 
The proprietor of the establishment indicated he had been horrified as the Gith insisted on being paid ‘protection’, and would be delighted to inflict some conditioning on them as a result. The group, eager to extract a little information was happy to accompany him into the basement.
 
Moving past the usual furniture and storage located, they moved on into a secret sub-basement. This room was much more interesting, with all manner of torture and indoctrination equipment. Unfortunately, none of the brethren spoke gith. But as they stripped the possessions of the slain, a few choice documents were set aside for later translation.
 
The gith was resistant at first: but eventually slipped up and spoke some common. “This world is ours you know.” “We are everywhere.” Ultimately, diplomacy and interrogation could only go so far. The Giths natural dislike and superiority complex really did not lend to cooperation. Just as they’d to put her out of her misery, or sell her into slavery: a tossup. . .
 
A fellow stepped out of the shadows, put his hand on her head, and told her she will speak and answer their questions now. She promptly did. She did not know much, being a common footsoldier. Her commander was dead upstairs. The leader of this region was the sultans advisor. Astral gates were bringing in reinforcements: Some temporary, some permanent. The garrisoned strength in the town was at least a hundred. Plans to infiltrate throughout every region were known, in order to take this world for their own. It appeared the mysterious fellow was a bit on the darker side, perhaps a vampire. They gave the live gith to her, and went on their way: fading into the shadows. Quite an ally indeed.
 
The framejob was well under hand, and Tannin would soon be receiving the bad end of things if all went as planned. So far they’d been successful, and Gammon and Hug-Hug would surely pull through on their part of things.