Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190722060729

(Finished reading the wood. I ship it.)

Sylvia yaws as she wakes up from the nap she's been on since they got back to the Crimson Brew.

"What'd I miss?" She'd say for absolutely no one to hear.

"I was about to get dressed after taking a long, much needed bath when that man crashed through the roof and landed on my bed. Then, I instinctively reached for my axe behind my bead and demanded that he get out. Then he shouted something about magnets before disarming me with his gauntlet, then threatened me with 'your first and last bad impression' before I struck him and knocked him down next to the door. Then I opened the door to let you and the other guards in." Brianna calmly and rather curtly describes the events that transpired to the guard.

Sylvia would be extremely confused and shocked by what she missed, being struck dumb by it. "How long was I asleep for?!"

MEANWHILE

"Gak! Did you really have to go that far to break me out of there?!" Drenn would angrily ask his jailbreaker, picking a small piece of broken glass from his shoulder. The hooded figure would roll their head and hiss in annoyance, watching both end of the alley behind the doll shop for any guards or pursuers.

"Would have been easssier... if you told me how ssstrong the Automaton wasss... wassste of a sssummoning contract!"

Drenn winces as he picks the last of the glass in his arm before continuing. "Grrr! Yes, well waste of a small fortune if the infamous and dangerous Hush is afraid of some walking scrapheaAAAK!"

Hush would lift Drenn up by his neck effortlessly with his right hand and pointed a single claw at the disgraced taxman.

"SSSSS! YOU SSSTILL HAVEN'T PAYED ME WHAT YOU OWE! And I do not take chancesss with the unknown!"

Drenn struggles to breathe against the hooded figure's iron grip, tugging at his fingers in vain as he stares into the empty eye sockets of his skeletal mask.

"Agk! I'm... sorry! I'll... pay you *gasp* the other half... once we... get out *gasp* the city!"

Hush drops him from his grasp, then raises two of the three remaining fingers of his right hand.

"Double. Ssscrollsss and Firebomb potionsss aren't cheap!"

Dren tries to get up as he rubs his neck and catch his breath.

"*cough cough* Double?! That would be almost 5000 gold! I can't possibly-"

He's cut off by a curved, green dagger pressing against his neck and a angry hiss turning into a low growl.

"B-but but, I think I can work something out..."

MEANWHILE

"Oi! Poin'y ear! Anoza roun' fo me an da boys! And maybe a lil' sumthin sumthin extra! Ha ha ha!" The drunk High Orc from earlier calls out to "Regina", much to the amusement of her gang of friends, each whoopin and hollering at the half-elf as they worked.

"Shut up! You've had enough and you still need to pay your tab!"

"Oh! Dat's a smart mouth you's got there! How much ta see wha it can really do?"

The group starts ooohing and whistling while making crude gestures at their leaders remark.

This can't possibly get any worse...