Time: 13:33
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


"Please take the bag," he says. You sense that he is afraid of something.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

"Sure, I'll take the bag... soon as you tell me who sent it." The half-orc growls the words under his breath just loud enough for the dwarf to hear. "Don't make a scene...say a few words...hand over the bag...get on with your life."

Intimidate : (1d20+11)[26]
Sense Motive : (1d20+11)[29]

Time: 13:33
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


"Please, just take it," he says. "She'll die if I tell you anymore, or if you don't take it and stop whatever they want you to stop." The dwarf seems to be incredibly scared of both you and the consequences of his mission. At least, the urine in his pants would suggest that.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

"Fine, have it your way then dwarf." Khordek snarls turning away from the soiled dwarf and starting to step off in the direction of home. "Shame really. .."

Time: 13:33
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," the dwarf cries. You hear the whistle of several arrows humming through the air. Turning back towards the dwarf, you look just in time to see him become a dwarven pincushion as over a dozen arrows embed themselves into his body, nearly simultaneously. Looking up, you can see the outlines of the archers retreating over the rooftops, but two remain as a third figure appears between them and is quickly forced over the side of the building and falls to the ground forty feet. This one appears to be a dwarven female commoner, and she has a piece of paper pinned to her back by a crossbow bolt.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

'So much for not shooting the messenger. How deep do the roots of this issue go if they're willing to shell out two thousand gold peices at the first sign of trouble and kill commonors in busy streets in broad daylight?' Khordek thinks to himself as he eyes the two final figures watching to see if they leave now that they've 'made their point'.

Time: 13:34
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


The last two figures leave almost immediately after dropping the body. The sound of the body that hit the ground has begun to attract attention, and you can hear the vendors and commoners shouting to try and find out what is going on. In this city, it won't take long until this area becomes a three ring circus.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

The half-orc quickly removes the backpack from the fallen pincushion of a dwarf commoner that now lies in the street and then quickly moves to retrieve what he thinks is a note from the fallen dwarf female.

Time: 13:35
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


The bag is more of a shoulder satchel, and it's quite heavy. 2,000 chunks of metal will do that to ya. You also pick up the note, sliding it off the arrow embedded in the female dwarf's back. The crowds are now getting closer, and if you stay, you'll need to explain yourself to the guards. You were hired by them, so they might understand. Then again, in this city, they might be happy with a fall guy and let you be lynched to show they were working on the problem. Either is a viable option for them.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

Khordek needed time to think, the whole situation as going sideways and though he'd been part of jobs like this before this one was quickly becoming a lot more than the was expecting of it. Judging by the weight the dwarf may have actually had the two thousand gold pieces in total in his pack, another surprise, but one to be looked into more at a later time. As quickly as he can he skirts down a side alley and puts some distance between himself and the scene.

Time: 13:39
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


A few minutes later, you are far enough away from the commotion to stop and take a deep breath. You ended up running a bit South, and are now fairly close to one of the channels of the large river that runs through the entire city. While there are establishments, it's nothing like Merchant's Row. Here you find taverns, bath houses and merchandise more commonly sold to households than to adventuring parties. The wares are less exotic, but it is more quiet here and certainly no dead dwarves at your feet.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Khordek unfolds the note and reads whatever is contained within.

Time: 13:39
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


The note had been folded into a small origami triangle. Upon opening it, you see a small amount of colorful powder, and before you can do anything, a small piece of folded wire quickly pushes the powder upwards half an inch, launching it into the air. Taken aback, the powder catches on the breeze and blows everywhere, including your face.



~SE++

Time: 13:39
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


You feel a blinding rage take over your body. It feels like you could do anything, you feel better then you have ever felt before, like you could take down half of the city in one go. Your blood pumps fast and hard, the throbbing is felt in your head and ears. The sounds of the city fade into the background and are nearly gone, and all that you can focus on is how powerful you feel. Rage builds at how this mission has turned out, how the guards won't do what is necessary so they send you, expendable you. They're cowards, and they should know it. You should do something about it, because everyone else is too weak to. Why do they treat you like a dog when you're stronger then they are? You'll show them, you'll show everyone, you'll burn it all to the ground.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

But first... Khordek sneezes....very angrily

Time: 13:39
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


Your nose bleeds a bit.

~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

As the blinding rage pours over and through Khordek he feels more empowered than he every has before, as if the might of his orc blood had been multiplied tenfold, nay one hundred. Throwing all cares to the wind he stomps off towards home in the most direct route possible without a thought as to what he may encounter on the way.

He raged at the world, at his family, at his life. But mostly he just raged.

Time: 14:25
Location: Ixen'Taoul
Weather: Clear skies, mid-day, 82° F


About halfway home, you are still in a blind rage. Your eyes can barely keep any focus, and you only know that you're headed the right way home by years of repetition traveling that path. Suddenly a hand grabs your right arm and tugs hard on it. Turning, you can't tell who it is, everything is still a blur, and your ears feel like there is cotton in them, dulling out even the voices closest to you. All you can tell is that whoever grabbed you is an adult, smaller than you, and trying to be forceful.


~SE++

Khordek Blackmoore

Enraged and confused, Khordek tries to defend himself and flails his right arm as much as he can and tries to yank away from the grasp. His left hand still full of the coin-filled backpack, he struggles with his right hand and kicks the person if he is able.