Senna Morreya
Senna Morreya (a.k.a. The Dragon Arm)
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Her lithe frame is the result of years of training and effort. Of average height, she possesses a fair amount of muscle, though it is more the stringy kind built be repetitive motion well-controlled instead of the bulk weight lifting tends to create. Her clothing tends very much to lend towards freedom of movement, and perhaps a flaunting of her physique over modesty or protection.
Facial Features
Her face is framed by brilliant red hair, and she tends to avoid much makeup preferring a natural look.
Bright green eyes
Her lips are naturally a darkish red, and she has a few freckles on her cheeks.
Identifying Characteristics
Her right arm is completely covered in an intricate tattoo of a Lunar Dragon winking. Some times it seems that the tattoo might be moving, if caught out of the corner of one's eye but upon closer inspection appears static.
Special abilities
The tattoo on her Right Arm is actually a dragon which has woven its soul with Sennas, and at times can be called forth replacing her arm with his own form. This Dragon's name is Lemuel, and he is prone to getting in trouble much to Sennas dismay.
Apparel & Accessories
Her torso is somewhat covered with a silk uniform, though one of her arms is completely devoid of coverings.
She does not seem to carry any weaponry, and a stylish Red Leather bandolier holds most of her valuables.
A silver whistle on a chain around her neck is the only jewelry she wears besides a pair of silver crescent moon earrings.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
As an abandoned babe she was left in a secluded mountain monastery. Ten years into the experience she was expelled from the order for her ‘lack of morals’ and refusal to follow various strict rules set forth by the order. She was sent away on a supply delivery to a nearby city. Using her wits and wiles, she managed to scrape out a living in the city until she eventually wormed her way into a local bardic university by catching the eye of one of the instructors.
He pulled some strings with various local patrons of the arts, and her mastery over her body gleaned from her time in the monastery led her to focus on dancing in addition to oratory training. After a few years leeching off the generosity of gullible patronss she set out to find a new path in life.
It’s hard to say just why she ended up in the company of The Sandits (yes, Wallace the ridiculous leader actually forced them to call themselves that) but odds are good that she was enjoying the spoils they had accumulated before moving on to greener pastures. Once offered a way to see more of the world by the Bandolier brothers, how could she resist her innate wanderlust?
As a member of the Bravo brothers she’s already endured the trial by Ogre while defending innocents on board the Sandy Fist. Her growing bond with the other members of Bravo team is something new to her, she’s been a lone wolf for a long time.
Recently she returned to the Monastery where she was raised for 10 years, and though she did not go back into the monastic way of life (still not willing to make all those sacrifices) She did come back with a sweet new dragon tattoo on her right arm. The winking Lunar Dragon, whom she calls Lemuel is quite a piece of work. The things she did for the kobold Were-dragon tattoo master who gave it to her are between her and him.
Gender Identity
Female
Sexuality
Interested.
Education
Her childhood was spent at a secluded monastery where Scaled monks perfected their arts, quite leery of outsiders. Extensive training in the martial arts was a side effect of her time there, and remains her primary means of self-defense to this day. The self discipline they attempted to instill in her at that young age has served her moderately well, though she never did quite understand why they where so rigid about everything.
In Bardic University, she honed her innate talents for singing, dancing, and convincing others that the way she felt about a topic was in fact the right way to see things. She did not manage to complete her tenure unfortunately as she fell out of grace with her generous benefactor who was sponsoring her time there: resulting in a quick exit.
Employment
Briefly worked as a Singer/Dancer in various pubs in order to pay her room and board as she satisfied her wanderlust.
Worked for a time as a member of 'The Sandits': A ridiculously named bandit group in the Giovan Dunes.
Now signed on as a member of the Bandolier Brothers as one of the founding members of the second chaper: The Beta Brothers.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
She has a powerful urge to see the world, and her charms and whiles have gone far to enable that desire.
Since Lemuel joined her, she has taken on some of the more traditional dragon characteristics: Love of shiny things, enjoying delicious meals, sleeping at length, etc.
Hygiene
Keeps herself clean.
Takes good care of her pale skin.
Always has her long hair brushed, since it's not frequently bound.
A lovely lady not above using her charms, Senna's enchanting body and voice are likely to get the party whatever they need. Brilliant red hair flows past her shoulders, her silk outfit leaves little to the imagination.
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Verdant Green
Hair
Fiery Red
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
5' 2"
Weight
160 lb
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Matt Attacks
07-11-2020: Game Thirty-One: Matt Attacks
There was magic in this world once, but they stole it all away.
The brothers still had at least two days of travel to reach Humus since they were traveling only by night. Astride their steeds, they noticed a massive shadow closing in with the moonlight above. Subtly craning their heads, they noticed that a young Roc was following them. Something would have to be done.
They attempted to guide their mounts lower, but Koffi was thoroughly unsuccessful and separated from the group. Lyle led a charge upwards to save his friend, Jetto studied the big bird looking for a weakness as he turned. Abel tossed a Bola into space, shifting towards the bird as well. Senna convinced their vampiric friend to try to scare off the bird, or perhaps use his mental talents to persuade it to depart: She sang a song of battle turning her bird around as well.
Koffi smashed the enormous bird with his morningstar, striking a vicious blow but not quite getting it to back off. Pyotr attempted to use his mental abilities as Sennas mount closed in, taking some time to get a handle on the strange mind of a beast the size of this one: who he still had trouble believing in.
Lyle charged forward, piercing the heart of the beast with his mighty glaive. His vicious blow radiated some healing energies to the injured mount of Koffi, and the bird was nearly struck senseless by the violence of the impact. Jetto rushed in, creepy arms extending and lashing out at the injured beast: pummeling at the already injured hide. Abel took aim and hurled a javelin with all his might, and although it was a good hit it didn’t end up doing much damage in the end.
Pyotr decided against trying to contact its mind again, noting how angry it was. It had decided to leave the brothers, but the brothers had not quite finished with it. A series of vicious blows, and it was raining down blood and feathers on the ground beneath. The brothers were able to safely land and prepare to spend the next day sleeping. They set watches, through the day passed with relative ease. There was a great deal of Bird meat to be eaten, and fresh!
The next night, the brothers were closing in on the borders of the Trolloch federation. They unfortunately did not speak the language they were initially spoken to in (Giant), but when they noticed the fully loaded electric Ballistae stations being pointed in their direction they halted their flight. In common, eventually the trolls manning the wall asked for the purpose of this incursion into their airspace.
The troll jumped off the wall, shattering his legs in the process for an unnecessary demonstration of their abilities to regenerate. Senna produced the Ring Installation letter, and he inspected it noting how it was sealed with the official insignia of Barlizzar. They were given clearance and travel papers to fly directly to the city of Humus, no stops allowed in between.
A short flight later, they found themselves over the city of Humus. Long-since used to desert conditions, the dancing water lights in the central plaza were mesmerizing to say the least. The brothers made their way to the Air port dodging various ships, creatures, and beings which didn’t especially care about dodging some yokels from out of the country. Several harried minutes later they had landed and secured their hippogriffs in a convenient stable.
Opportunities were simply greater here than they were in the city of Barlizzar: More traffic came through, the people were more varied, and all sorts of different food and drinks (in more than one sense) were available to those who were looking for them. Business went on day and night in the city of Humus where strange sculptures, machines, and installations sat atop almost every building taking measurements of traffic, weather, and myriad other things scientists in the area were studying.
The brothers had to dodge various ‘recruitment drives’ from laboratories they passed who were always looking for unwitting foreign subjects to experiment upon. Even in the night, the city was lit up by thousands of lights, and they were refreshed by a constant drizzle of cool rain.
A drunken man approached the group, breaking out in song. His songs were quite raunchy and mostly directed at Senna, who brushed him off after a few digs for information about the local population.
They found themselves in a richly decorated plaza, frescoes of different corporations circled around the outer edge of the plaza: Clearly a perk of high-value investment in the program. The brothers decided that their own insignia, a bandolier bristling with potential would be the very next to be installed.
A foul-mouthed, poor-mannered fellow who Senna recognized as Old-Guard Jymlund nobility attempted to stir up some trouble with the brothers. Senna disarmed the situation with a lovely duet with a local bard as her accompaniment.
A circle of armored soldiers with magical staves stood around a central table where a lavishly adorned merchant sat doing her business, while her minions counted gold at a nearby table carefully stacking and setting them into metal cases. Their serpent-guard helmets seemed of high quality, as did their armor and staves.
Pyotr wanded off into the streets, following a drunken old man who had spoken against this ‘foreign incursion’ into their ‘pristine country’. Drunken old fool was apparently tasty.
They heard about At least thirteen different groups claiming to be rightful ruler of Jymlund, All three Corporations from the Ashlands, A delegation of orcs and a delegation of dwarves from Tauk Savuruk, Old-Guard Jymlund nobles, Old Masters of the Shattered collective, Sentient machines, Several nobles from the Giovan Dunes, and various other fringe groups. Essentially everyone interested in a piece of the Ring-Gate action (or simply private access) was here to get in on the ground floor.
Jetto wandered off and heard about the ‘opportunity of a lifetime’, a ‘miracle tonic’, for a very modest fee he too could partake of this modern marvel: A serum which would surely cause some serious personal growth.
After a brief investigation he learned that it was an attempt to conscript him into the Behemoth corporations armies. Not wanting to sacrifice his freedom for a frivolous experiment, he elected to inspect his alternatives.
The Jyymlund noble left the plaza sullenly, somewhat satisfied. Senna and her random bard companion berated him with a very insulting song as he left the area.
A pale human woman sat at the central plaza bristling with Jafaa.
Senna led her brothers to the group and offered the down payment for startup, and offered a little extra in order to get bumped up in the order. Their questions were answered in terms of timelines, upkeep, costs and taxation opportunities. A ‘Jafaa tech specialist’ would be kept on site at each location for any technological needs. As it turns out the ‘Jafaa’ were a group of well-trained soldiers, who claimed to be but were in fact not actually the creators of this technology. She seemed to know the nature of Pyotr as well, at which he was a bit surprised.
They negotiated ‘moving up a tier’ in investment levels, with a potential cost in gold or perhaps Krimsonite gems: “The tears of the crimson king “. A brief diplomatic chat later, she revealed a bit more about the technology although most of it went over the brothers heads. Apparently she was the daughter of some incredibly powerful fellow known as Joe. The female Jafaa present was not happy with all the information she was offering, but Senna convinced her to share a little more.
She was excited to learn about the services the Bandolier brothers could offer in lieu of simply offering gold pieces. They offered a more local sort of force than armoured snake soldiers trampling around on the local population. She finally offered her name as well: Penelope.
She offered nicknames for all the Bravo Brothers: Mr Fantastic, Iron Man, Girl with The Dragon Tattoo, Ten-Foot-Pole, and DEVO.
Jetto asked for a demonstration of ‘her immense powers’, and she obliged him. Penelope put her hand on Jettos head, dug through his thoughts and carved a window into the air. Shortly thereafter a picture of the forest where the alpha brothers had gone appeared, and she started gesturing to the left and right. She suggested their bosses were dead since it was just a tomb. Then she indicated they were not currently available due to their being ‘off-plane’. She offered a rolled up message along with a candle for nightly communication attached, and Penelope threw it through the window: they saw it land. One problem solved.
She continued to go on about how she was no longer able to teach anyone that was here on the world, since it was just so good (how effectively magic had been stolen from all those present).
Able continued to pantomime and act like a monkey for his own amusement. A man selling bananas approached him, offering his wares.
The bandolier brothers had met a powerful new potential ally, and the potential for future growth at this point was hard to put into words. Who knew where it would lead.
Rise of the Silver Matt
06-27-2020: Game Thirty: Rise of the Silver Matt
There was magic in this world once, but they stole it all away.
The brothers met to discuss what was happening. Plans were laid to cement the power of the Bandolier brothers in this region as well as plans for expansion for the near future. Additional funds, manpower, and other artifacts of note were all bullet points on the agenda for potential acquisition. The remaining Gith menace was being torn out root and stem. Most of the actual Gith had departed from the region, but any sleeper agents or loyalists had to be stomped out.
The Bravo brothers were discussing their plans for the near future, when a knock came upon the primary door of their headquarters which was not an especially secret location. Jetto answered the door without using the peephole, allowing an unseen visitor to enter. He screamed out in a falsetto voice: “Alarm!” and attempted to locate the intruder. He windmilled around the room, knocking drinks and plates off a nearby table, not detecting anyone. The door closed behind him, and appearing at the table was their vampire friend.
Turned out he was very shy, not a fan of looky-loos and the like. Hug-Hug was sent downstairs to ‘occupy the Amon-Re’ priestess. When he learned that Tage was not around he was not exactly happy. The Bravo brothers assured him they could probably help with whatever situation had resulted in this visit. He was apparently a little worried that the Bishop had sent his greetings.
As it turned out, the Bishop was not one to mince words. He was a little concerned that his location was now known by the Bishop, who was apparently someone who played by his own rules. The Bravo brothers were not exactly aware of who he was speaking. While this Bishop fellow was not an ‘enemy’ perse, they were definitely also not friends. He told them a small story:
Their vampire friend was not from the Giovan Dunes region, or in fact this plane at all. Some place called Vegas. (Subtly revealing that he was significantly more powerful than your ‘typical’ vampire.) Seems where he comes from, all vampires are forced into hiding. He hides by default, some sort of rules known as the Masquerade. The area he was from was run by some group known as Giovanni, and was essentially a ‘neutral area’ where others could live, operate, etc as they were inclined as long as they followed the rules of things and didn’t attract attention to themselves.
Apparently there was yet another faction of fellows who was not prone or happy to hide themselves from the general populace and was in fact happy to abuse their power in front of the general populace consequence be damned.
He gave a fairly detailed explanation of the world situation (regions, factions, landmasses, etc) of the world from which he had come.
At some point he ran afoul of the ‘Bishop’ in this region and was laying low.
The knowledge that other vampires of his sort were in this world was not new, but the number of fellows around was news indeed.
One day in the “Late 90’s and early 2000’s”, the fellow in charge of the Las Vegas area decided to ‘Summon an Elder God’: A ‘Yig’ fellow, a great snake into his city. Because of the methods used, a rift in reality resulted in a great deal of vampires (and mortals) who happened to be in the area being displaced, and it appeared that a fair number of them had landed in the plane, and indeed the island of Omnusat.
He was quite distraught at this turn of events, and the Bravo brothers did their best to help him feel better. He mentioned that the slave trade dealings had been put on hold for the time, as the underground ring apparently had some serious ties to the Gith. He had not been kept in the loop, and was a bit distraught. It seems their ‘inside man’ at the administration of the Sultan had been caught up in the battles.
He was left by himself, with no framework to support him. He was worried that he was not long for this world if left at the hands of the Bishop. Senna summoned Kiss-Kiss into the room to see if he could shed some light on the situation. He did, and their vampiric friend was shocked to learn that they had an actual wizard of non minor powers at their disposal.
The lack of appropriate material components made the efforts less successful than they might have been: So Senna sauntered downstairs and convinced their resident priestess to invoke the wisdom of her God Amon-Re for a little more information to ease the scrying efforts.
As it turned out, an all-out assault was not an excellent idea. So he was hoping to escape Barlizzar for now since he had been inadvertently outed. They analyzed their options for long-term communication, and found that most needed to be setup beforehand. They would be sure to craft some candles to speak through for future endeavors. They resolved to ask the sultan if a faster means of communications or transportation was readily available, and would ask in that regards the following day.
The Bravo brothers left Hug-Hug ‘in charge of security’ and went to see the Sultan. Senna was quite successful in convincing them an audience was needed. The new advisor of the sultan made sure to indicate less liberties would be given, but they suggested similar liberties should be established once again. As it turned out, he was an obnoxious little man who wanted to make this strong independent woman also feel small. Senna was having none of it, and explained that wasting their time was a poor choice indeed. She enchanted him with her whiles despite his alleged lack of the proper equipment. For several long minutes she taught him a lesson about wasting her time while her brothers went to visit the sultan who had (shockingly) not been told that he had visitors at all.
The other brothers were busy talking to the Sultan, catching up on the state of affairs and seeing if he happened to have a discreet means of sending long-distance communication. Unfortunately he had the same means of communication as the brothers: Well-trained pigeons, nothing magical. A series of messages requesting immediate communication and little else were dispatched.
They asked the Sultan if any security threats had arisen. If any new ruins, rumors, or other items of note had been located in the region that were worth investigating. He mentioned he had gotten word of a ‘Ring Juncture’ in the town square. As it turned out, the Bravo brothers had heard whispers of this alleged new technology which would be fueled by materials gleaned from the Brotherhood's mine. Some sort of long-distance communications network. His participation was highly encouraged.
Their nose for business scented a real opportunity, and they decided they would be willing to pay for the entire fee if granted exclusive taxation and access rights. He agreed, they signed a quick contract, and the deal was struck.
They elected to focus their efforts on establishing this very steady income stream immediately. They were instructed by the message to bring the ‘down payment’ to the city of Humus, and he would gladly supply a half-dozen Hippogriffs as transportation for the brothers to allow for as immediate a response as possible.
The ‘Master of Pigeons’ indicated he had gotten a message some time ago that the brotherhood mine had fallen, to strangely armoured fellows with magical staves. They would go to secure the mine shortly.
They bought supplies and prepared the hippogriffs for their trip to Humus in order to make it there in time, they would have to delay the recapture of the mine. They would bring Pyotr with them, flying by night. Thus they would secure a powerful ally from potential danger, their new income stream, and then re-secure their previous income stream.
Hug-Hug was beginning to doubt himself, but Senna assured him that she believed in him, and he should believe in her that believed in him. Thus was his malaise dispelled and his confidence restored.
Able was less than successful at mounting the hippogriffs, but the others had no special trouble. Shortly afterwards he was tucked in with many buckles. The brothers set off southward, supplies and cash in hand for this urgent transaction soon to be followed by a rescue effort.
Their first night of flight was uneventful and they took refuge in the hulk of a destroyed landboat from the harsh desert sun.
During the first watch, a caller in darkness briefly approached the party and called out to those who had fallen during the calamity which brought down the landboat. As the sun was setting, the creature returned. It was not friendly.
Senna hummed a song of battle, inspiring her companions. Abel started to buckle himself onto his mount. Pyotr started to prepare the mounts for an escape if it was necessary. The caller floated closer, horrified faces crying out in pain as it looked for the weakest member of the party to pursue. Lyle hammered through the creature's ghostly form, inflicting some damage with his massive Glaive. Jetto attempted to punch the creature into submission.
Senna launched a few magic missiles at the creature with a wand. Abel wandered up and lashed out with his whip. The Caller tried to get the group to disarm: They elected not to. Lyle cut through the form of the creature to finally release the trapped souls into the night.
The brothers continued southward towards Humus, a fateful meeting soon to occur.
Seven Matts
Game Twenty-Nine: Seven Matts
There was magic in this world once, but they stole it all away.
The Bravo brothers were on a routine patrol through town, taking note of the panicked state of much of the townsfolk. The narrow alleys of the business district were not especially busy on this dark night.
Suddenly the quiet night was disturbed by the sounds of the walking dead. From all directions a host of skeletons and zombies shambled towards them.
Jetto lunged at the rushing horde of undead with his creepily extending arms, smashing a skeleton to dust. Senna followed with a thrust of her Dragon companion, smashing another skeleton to bits. Able whipped one of the zombies into the dirt, forming a barrier which led to a series of hilarious zombies falling over each other ineffectively.
A blast of arcane energy whizzed past Ables head. He did not notice. A small group of yellow-skinned humanoids stepped out of the shadows, menacingly looking towards the Bravo brothers. Lyle cut down one of the shambling zombies with ease. Jetto popped one skeletons head right off, but his second fist struck a nearby building.
Koffi positioned himself to better reach the strangely appearing undead, and Jetto finished off the last of the skeletons in his sight: crying out that the yellow-skinned Gith were spotted as well. The blurry Gith sauntered down the dirty alleyway. Senna slipped away from the skeletons approaching and whistled a lovely tune, inspiring her brothers to fight a little bit harder.
The zombies slowly shambled towards the brothers and Lyle cut several of them down.
Lightning crackled down the alleyway, destroying the rest of the zombies and filling the metal armour of Koffi with electrical energy: much to his dismay. His afro sizzling with static electricity, Lyle launched himself at the wizard who had dared to strike at his companions. The vicious blow hammered him into the pavement, where he sat at death's door.
Koffi launched himself towards Jetto and finished the skeleton that had been hacking at him for some time. The Gith in charge came around a corner, into the waiting fists of Jetto. Undeterred, he swung his greatsword towards what appeared the greatest threat: Koffi. A vicious strike knocking him off his feet and out of the fight.
Senna launched herself at the wizard who had singed her clothing with lightning, and Lemuel sunk his teeth into his neck: drinking deep of the extra-planar blood. Able knocked one of the approaching Gith footsoldiers off his feet, and Lyle launched himself at the leader of the Gith who had cut down his comrade.
Seeing what happened up close, two of the Gith hit squad that were left pulled out bows and shot at the Brothers: unsuccessfully. One who had been tripped got up, only to get his legs knocked out from under him again by Able. Jetto ran around the corner and pummeled a footsoldier.
Senna rushed over and bound the wounds on Koffi, who had lost his glowing armour when he lost consciousness. His blood remained in his body: for now.
Able finally let the poor Gith stand up, and was rewarded with a pair of arrows.
Jetto attempted to run up the wall, and gravity was not kind. As he fell, he struck down the Gith soldier with the momentum.
Senna leaned around the corner and Lemuel entranced the Gith with his Lunar radiance. They were quite enthralled with her performance, dancing with the dragon as her brothers crept up on the survivors preparing for a vicious sneak attack.
Able decided this was not a good plan, or perhaps simply wasn’t paying attention. He cracked his whip, and the Gith were snapped out of their trance. They immediately laid into the sneaking brothers, who were rather annoyed by the plan being ruined. A series of missed attacks later, the two Gith were both prone on the ground. Lyle laid one to rest and Jetto beat the other one into submission. The ambush survived, they looted the corpses of the fallen foes and set to finding their very badly injured friend some medical attention.
They returned to the warehouse carrying their two unconscious friends, hoping to warn the brothers of an imminent attack. Hug-Hug was happy to help, and went to get the priestess of Amon-Re to heal the bleeding brothers. The warehouse was fortified, the brothers were healed, and some well earned rest was to be had. The Bravo brothers met with the four most ‘important’ other brothers who were not busy, and discussed their plans. Hug-Hug, Kiss-Kiss, Il-nig, an the priestess of Amon-Re sat around a table discussing their plans for the future. It seemed the slow approach of danger was over and everyone found themselves in turbulent times.
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.
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