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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 4:35:24 GMT
The hand Justine released quickly clenched shut, beads of sweat formed across his forehead. Demetrius was completely on edge, locked tight like a cat confronting a snake. "Thornheart..." He spat through gritted teeth, far enough away where Niguel, who was currently indulging his own immaturity, could not hear. "You went with HIM!?" Demetrius demanded, rather uncharacteristically. "That's him! Justine, that's the man who threw me down the well and broke my legs as a child. That's the monster that threw me in the asylum!"
“What!?” Justine stared at Nigel’s back. “That was Thornheart?” She narrowed her eyes as the bombs went off disappointingly. Anyone who put anyone into that miserable place was to be despised. “And here I was thinking the worst thing he did was play around grabbing girls who didn’t want to be grabbed.” “Let’s leave, Demetri.” She reached for his hand to lead him off. |
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 5:58:46 GMT
Demetrius's eyes went wide as he held his breath. Gritting his teeth, he asked the question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer too, "Did he touch you?"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 13:21:52 GMT
Justine turned back to look at him properly again. She didn’t want to lie and say it was fine. Even more she didn’t want her friends first action on coming back was to try and murder Thornheart in broad daylight.
“She sorted him, Demetri, it’s done. He’s someone else’s problem now.”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 20:11:32 GMT
Justine turned back to look at him properly again. She didn’t want to lie and say it was fine. Even more she didn’t want her friends first action on coming back was to try and murder Thornheart in broad daylight. “ She sorted him, Demetri, it’s done. He’s someone else’s problem now.” Demetrius could feel the redness in his ears from his blood boiling over, "If she sorted him out, he shouldn't be breathing."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 20:19:14 GMT
“Don’t worry, daddy didn’t come home empty handed,” Nigel assured his fellow Reclaimers, opening up the Loot Sack and pulling out the armor they had discovered. “One lucky dwarf with deep pockets is about to waltz into legend with this set of Thornheart certified genuine enchanted dwarven mail. Any takers?” A half dozen dwarves approached him. “How much ye be thinking?” One asked. “Ain’t every day someone brings in loot like that.” They peer at it and look at each other. Dwarf psychic links make it easy for them to have discussions without giving information away and haggling with a group of them is seldom wise. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 20:31:33 GMT
Justine shrugged and nodded. “He was worthwhile to have around then, fighting mistlords. She knows that at least. And then she was gone again before it was time.”
She looked at the ground, for once feeling guilty for not waking up surrounded by blood. “What do you want to do about him? I don’t think it would be difficult. And she would help you.” For once Justine seemed willing to surrender control to Juliette.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 21:26:38 GMT
"I want to shove one of those grenades down his throat and watch his corpse shit sparkles after I rip off his head." He said, with such conviction that he surprised himself. "But more than that... I don't want to be that person anymore." He looked her in the eyes, "I'm not that person."
He let out a breath, and with it his anger, "Let's get out of here, before he breaks out in song and dance."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 21:57:39 GMT
“You don’t have to be. We’re free now.” She touched his shoulder reassuringly. “I don’t know if he would remember you anyway. You were just a boy then.”
She began to lead him toward the House of Respite and a Thousand Other Things Including a Brothel. “If anyone deserves revenge it is the Lockhart family. They did worse things and to more people than Thornheart could ever touch.” Her voice held more than a touch of bitterness.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 4, 2020 22:06:09 GMT
"A piece like this is priceless, one of a kind, and the danger getting my hands on it would curl your beards at the thought," Nigel boasted, showing off the fine dwarven mail, making sure the enchanted armor caught the light in just the right way. If there was one thing the Adventurer Extraordinaire knew it was theatrics. "But I had a dwarven lass I was fond of once. I didn't even mind the beard. Gave me me something to grab onto. Aha! So for you lot I'll part with this beauty for 4,000 gold."
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 22:07:40 GMT
"He would remember... eventually," assured Demetrius, turning his back and walking away from the Guildhall entrance with Justine. "You said something about a music box, right? Tell me more about it, maybe I can help."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 22:13:08 GMT
The dwarves agree so readily to the terms it is almost suspicious. The lead dwarf nodded. “Four thousand is good. Meet us at the Deepforge Bank tomorrow morning and we’ll get you your gold.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 22:15:51 GMT
"He would remember... eventually," assured Demetrius, turning his back and walking away from the Guildhall entrance with Justine. "You said something about a music box, right? Tell me more about it, maybe I can help." “It’s a memory box.” She explained the circumstances around finding it, on the cannon-blasted ship that had fixed itself and sailed back from whence it came. She described the whispers she and Ceutinde and Elise had heard in its vicinity, and what the old man Alexios had said about its worth. “2000 gold, or even 4000 from a collector of antiquities. Just imagine, we would be set for life.” “Anyway, he said to take it to the necromancers and not to go alone. Come with me, well, after you leave your things in the House.” |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 4, 2020 22:19:13 GMT
"Capital," Nigel shook the lead dwarf's hand, before pulling the next item out of the bag. "Now do I need to go to the House of Mythan or do we have any paladins present who want to do the dear lord proud?" He showed off the holy greatsword with the same showmanship. "Carve a stairway to heaven on the corpses of your godless foes with this bad boy."
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 22:28:15 GMT
Demetrius shook his head in disbelief, "You want to deliver something of that value to a bunch of Necromancers? That sounds pretty dangerous Justine. What happens if they decide to try and take it from you? Shouldn't we be avoiding situations like that, so we don't... hurt people?" |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 22:39:51 GMT
“Not deliver. I just really need answers. And, well, if something happens Then it happens.” She shrugged. “The pair of us can handle nearly anything. Don’t you want to see the city?”
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