EVENING 1.
With the help of a flask offered by Techgod, Queen of Spades recovered with a jolt.
“Hoah! What the heck was that?” she gasped, with a disgusted expression that told anything needed to be said about the liquid in the flask.
“Mother-in-Law’s Milk!” beamed the oblivious metalworker, “Best in the city!”
“My gooooodness” murmured an appalled Twietee “should have offered it to the Koloss”
“If you like a quick death” added Sythas “you think they were pissed yesterday, try to serve them THAT!”
“You don’t seem too upset about what happened yesterday, “my Lord”, Interjected Southern Dad
“Hey, at least I was there fighting them, I don’t seem to recall you anywhere near the front line” snapped back Sythas
“How you dare” Southern Dad shook his staff at him “I am a Skaa, you untrustworthy city leech…”
“Whoa, easy there, Pop. Plenty of honest Skaas in Luthadel!” interrupted Techgod, coming in between the two.
As the conversation carried on increasingly heated, the group had slowly made room around the five mentioned in Queen of Spade’s vision.
Astroboy looked around doe-eyed, spinning his hat nervously in his hands “wait, you don’t think…”
“Whaddhya think, boy?” interrupted Tomorrow raising his dagger “ye heard the Lady Queen”
“Methinks it is time
to look at these five
and pick out the slime
who should see the knife”
The mummer started declaiming
“My ears!!!” cried Abijnk “Someone make him stop, please”
“I’ll gladly cut HIS ears out, My Lady Abijnk, just say the word..” offered Twietee, gallantly.
“Now, now, my young Lady, if you only knew him better… “ started Sceptical Scribe, removing her spectacles and gazing indistinctly at the horizon, reminiscing “If my memory does not betray me, I did witness him on stage once, at the Duck House, with the Last Applause Kings. What a smashing performance! Mmmh, I truly should consult my archives….”
“I love the Last Applause Kings! You were in there?” Rick Snagwell got distracted from the five, and lowered his sword, which had been pointed straight at Imaketouchtheme throat
“Was I IN the company?! Oh, my dear boy, let me tell you….”
Southern dad and sythas were still going at it
“Self-entiltled Parasite!”
“You ungrateful beggar! Who do you think is financing the insurgency? Your wool?"
“Us Skaas, with our own blood! That's who” and he swang his staff right at sythas’ head.
The nobleman ducked, and thus the sharpened end of the staff, carried by its momentum, sliced through imaketouchtheme’s light cloak and cut deep into his stern. As blood started gushing out, something lodged deep into his chest glinted.
“It’s a sp…” before Ravenvii could finish the sentence, Imaketouchtheme pulled a handful of coins out of his pocket and sprayed them at high-speed in a circular motion at the entire group, then took off down the hill.
WoodNUFC reacted first, he balanced the peavey hook he normally used to clear the canal from logs and heaved it at imaketouchtheme. At the same time, an obsidian blade quickly appeared in -and more quickly disappeared from-, moyank’s hands, promptly flying towards the inquisitor’s neck.
Imaketouchtheme pushed on the incoming weapons. The metal tip of the peavey responded to the Allomantic push and was deflected into a tree nearby, but the black blade kept coming straight at him, severing his jugular.
They reached him in a few steps, a triumphant expression in their eyes.
“We got you! You scum!”
“It’s… not… over…” exhaled imaketouchtheme, grinning.
imaketouchtheme, an INQUISITOR, is dead.
It is now night. Please send me your PMs.
If I get them all shortly we can have ashort night, otherwise it will go to the morning.
remember the story is just a story, it has no bearing on the game.