[Tattersail_]

i THOUGHT I'D SUBMITTED

[Dolmen 2.0]

HAH so did I!

This post has been edited by Dolmen+: 03 October 2012 - 04:22 PM

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I have 7 pms in my inbox.
I'm cooking tonight so the resolve should happen between dinner and the football.

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I lied.
Twill be tomorrow evening

Twill did not show up as a spelling error
How bizarre

[Wolfy]

That's because Twill is a type of fabric weave

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you should not know that wolfy.

resolving....

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Hurry up and wait, stroy of my fucking life
Unknown Soldier
5th Army


"No, no, no, no! Its a type of cloth" insisted wolfy, he rolled his eyes in exasperation as Hog made to speak again, "just for once accept that I'm right"
The Hog snapped his mouth shut, biting off his next argument, clearly not believing Wolfy for a second.
They were sat in a dank tavern, typical of that part of the city, the type of place you could cut a deal for most anything, provided it wasn't legal. Hog looked around, this was his kinda place, Wolfy's too come to think of it, two middling to no good crooks with an interesting skill set, bound to pick up some work. well, after we take care of business
"So," he said, watching Wolfy's face closely, "thought any more about my plan?"
Wolfy nodded as a he took a long swallow from his glass, his face twisting slightly at the taste, "gods that's awful stuff Hog, you know they have half decent ale here yes?"
"Yeah, but its half again as much"
"Half again of two pennies ain't much Hog, you miserable bastard"
"True, but don't change the subject, the plan"
Wolfy cursed Hog inwardly, his obsession was going to get them both killed, and without any prospect of a decent reward, killed for a shitty risk. Finally he mustered the courage to tell Hog the truth, "It's fucking stupid," he pushed on through Hogs spluttering indignation, "it's a pointless risk for a vendetta you don't even have a reason for, there's no possible reason for us to do it. In fact it's shit like this that makes everyone think you're crazy." there, he had said it.
Hog's face was almost white with bottled up rage, "If that's how you feel then fine," he stood up and left the table, over his shoulder he spat, "We'll see who's crazy come the morn"
Won't we just Wolfy stared into his mug, hoping his friend would fail, and live.

Across town, in a considerably classier establishment Dolmen was sipping quite expensive wine from an even more expensive crystal goblet. He disliked these kinds of places, full of pretentious fools, those who thought they were a cut above the common man. There was nothing wrong with being a common man, thought Dolmen, being uncommon only attracted attention, and besides there was nothing uncommon about the throng in here. All cut from the same cloth, Trank, a cheap silk imitation, looks like it but has none of silks redeeming features. Give me a sturdy linen any day
A cloaked figure sat down beside him, not drawing attention, there were many of the upper class wandering about with full cloaks, hoods up, these days. Fashion, such tom foolery
"You're early, I think" He spoke quietly, softly spoken in the norm, the purpose of this meeting made him drop his voice even lower
He was surprised when the voice that issued from the cloak was a womans, "Hardly, I'm right on time"
"Oh," pity, now I'm obliged to offer her a glass of wine, I guess I should have emptied the bottle quicker "would you like a glass of this? It's quite wonderful, and the bottle keeps it cool, I'm not sure ho"
He was cut off by a curt "No"
Dolmen sat in the awkward silence that ensued, unsure how to proceed, this was well out of his experience.
Eventually the woman spoke, "So you wish to employ my services?"
"Yes, well, no, I'm not entirely sure" Dolmen blushed as he considered that he may be wasting her time
"Hmm, not a promising start, people who employ me are generally very sure of their need"
"Perhaps I should explain," Dolmen was practically stammering now, how would the woman react if he WAS wasting her time? "There is, I believe, A man seeking to kill me"
The woman cut in, "Ah, so you wish to strike first, but are of guilty conscience?"
"NO!" Dolmen's hand flew to his mouth at his outburst, "Sorry, I by no means want a man killed on my suspicions, I just want..." He groped for the words
The woman interrupted him again, "Retribution?"
Dolmen considered the word, "Yes, if I am killed, and if he tries but fails, I would like his attentions...removed"
"I understand artist, I admit to being confused as to who would want to kill you, but I will accept this contract"
Dolmen sagged in relief, no offence at all, "My thanks Centz, my thanks"


"I'm sorry Tattersail, but I'm retired, got myself a nice little job in the city centre, justice administrator"
Tattersail snorted, "Don't pretty it up, you're the hangman for what passes for a court in this god forsaken place"
"Be that as it may, the empire has no right to call on me in this matter, besides she's well out of my league anyway"
Tattersail gaped at the last, "Out of your league?"
Azath nodded emphatically, "Most certainly, she's the best in the city, hell the best on the continent"
Tattersail swore, this was no job for her, it was a job for the claw, and her only possible help was turning her down, "Fine, I'll let you get back to cloud watching" She stalked out of his house, mind turning on her predicament she didn't she the man watching Azath's house, muttering to himself.
Azath couldn't relax after tattersail left, his mind rolling back over memories he though long buried. Too many bad times, too many friends lost, far too many scars. no, I owe them nothing, they have no right to ask for more
He lay back to watch the sky, staring at the clouds always relaxed him, no strife there, you could shout and rage at the sky all day without response, no repercussions from the air.

Pathos had been watching Azath for three years now, never convinced he had left the empires service. The mage's visit had confirmed his suspicions, azath was much more than a hangman, he was the empire covert presence in the city, not for much longer, Pathos began scaling the houses rear wall as dusk fell.

Wolfy knocked again, growing a little concerned, Azath was usually very quick to answer the door, yet he had been standing on the step for a good five minutes now. Looking around quickly, Wolfy saw no-one in sight, and put his shoulder to the door.
"Azath!" no answer, "Azath its Wolfy, I'd been hammerin the bloody door for five minutes, so I hada put it through!"
That tore it, if hearing his door had been put through didn't elicit a response from the hangman, something was wrong, Wolfy made his way upstairs to find him. After a few minutes of searching the first floor Wolfy decided to try the roof, thinking Azath had fallen asleep on his star gazing couch, he climbed up the ladder to the roof.
"Fuck!"
Azath's body was covered in blood, still spurting slightly from the gaping wound in his neck. Wolfy ran to his fallen friend scanning the rooftop as he went, changing course as he saw a cloaked figure drop over the back wall. He sprinted to the ledge and caught a glimpse of the attacker as he ran away. Pathos, fucking Talon bastard
He went back to Azath's body, "I swear to any gods listening Pathos will pay for this, before the night is out", he turned to the ladder and left.



Hog had made his plans perfectly, the artist wouldn't know what hit him, and once it hit him, no-one would know it was the artist. Perfection
He congratulated himself on the plans simplicity and genious the whole way to dolmens house, a run down affair for such a renowned painter. the fees he charges, should be living in a bloody mansion, hes got it squirrelled away in the basement, I know it
Inside Dolmen was working on his latest masterpiece, as yet untitled, but it would likely be given some silly name due to the glorious scene it depicted. He was bent to his mixing palette when the sharper struck him in the back. No-one would identify the body, it was true, but Centz wouldn't need to see corpse to know.
"Gotta be in here somewhere, damnit," Hog was frantically searching through assorted rubbish in Dolmens basment when Centz arrived, she stood watching him for a time
"And what the hell is this??" Hog demanded of himself, holding up a piece of rotting material, looked kinda like silk
"Trank"
Hog spun at the sound, "what did you call me??" he demanded wide eyed, too angry to be scared
"No, Trank" a crossbow bolt snapped out and caught Hog in the chest, "It's a type of cloth"
As Hog slumped to the floor, all he could think was that Wolfy had been right, wouldn't he crow about this.
Centz folded her crossbow up and walked out of the house, probably her easiest commission ever. Sensing eyes upon her Centz dropped and rolled into the shadow of the nearest wall, little good it did her as a Korvalian demon launched itself at her.

Pathos was sitting at his usual chair when wolfy arrived at the tavern. Wolfy looked around different Tavern, same scum, just like home
He spotted Pathos in the corner and made straight for him, an open smile on his face
"Pathos! I may have some work for you"
Pathos looked at Wolfy guardedly, they were acquaintances, nothing more, "Go on"
Wolfy sat down beside him, signalling for two ales fromt he barmaid, "Bit of house watching, I know you're good at that stuff"
Pathos grunted, "Sure, where, when?"
Wolfy sat back running his hands through his hair, "Oh soon, house over on Gretten street"
As Pathos turned his head in surprise at the location Wolfy whipped his arms forward, long knife clasped firmly with both hands, Pathos didn't have a chance to move before the blade buried itself in his, he slumped forward, stone dead.
Wolfy got up and left, he didn't bother retrieving his knife.






How it went:
Dolmen shot Hog, was attacked - Died
Hog shot Dolmen, was attacked - Died
Centz shot Hog, was attacked - Died
Pathos shot Azath, was attacked - Died
Azath shot Air, was attacked - Died
Wolfy shot Pathos, was not attacked - Lives
Tatts shot Centz, was not attacked - Lives


So only 2 left
Wolfy
Tatts

round 2 choices please!

[Jade-Green Pig-Hog Swine-Beast]

Arf arf.

COME ON WOLFY!

[Tattersail_]

Wow. That went pretty well. Pretty well indeed. Two people went after the pig. they must love bacon too

Hmm. Protect. Attack. Switzerland?

My choice is going in. I am going to shoot myself. Protection first. Fuck with his head second.

[Macros]

Life ain't never fair, when its seems like it is, you know something's wrong
Unkown


Tattersail heard of Azath's death the following day, rumours ran riot in the street as to why the hangman had been killed.. Sifting through the spurious bullshit of jilted lovers, angry fathers or sons and even a disgruntled mule, she finally made some sense of what had happened. The man known as Wolfy was seen breaking Azaths door down, and leaving soon after to murder Pathos, someone tattersail knew for a Talon. A likely ally of a man who had disavowed the empire, someone Wolfy murdered, pre-empting a revenge attack for his bloody butchering of Azath. Tattersail owed Azath, more than one, so for this, Wolfy would have to die.

She soon found him, a few coins dropped and ales bought led her to a dark, dank street, tenements crowded and sagging gods what a stink, I woulnd't keep pigs here
She headed for the house with the blue door, although to call it blue was a bit of an insult to that fine colour. Nothing fancy, just blast in the door and roast the bastard
Tattersail burst through the door, reaching for her warren, ready to light Wolfy up.
But Wolfy was waiting for her, he had expected some retribution for killing Pathos, he wasn't well liked but he no doubt had associates. He launched himself at Tatts as she charged through the door, his knife plunging into her back, just as she cut loose with a blast of Thyr, she spun as she feel, settting the whole building on fire, leaving Wolfy with no way out let the bastard burn


How it went:
Wolfy and Tattersail shot each other, both died.


TIE RESULT.

[Wolfy]

Haha Tatts and I just can't settle for not taking each other down with us

[Jade-Green Pig-Hog Swine-Beast]

Unless I say otherwise, just assume that I'm in for all games

[Tattersail_]

In too.

[pathos]

in too

[Dolmen 2.0]

I'm in!

[Macros]

So far,
Wolfy
Hog
Tatts
Pat
Dolmen



Sign Ups stay open until...Tuesday evening GMT

[twelve]

I'll join the fray.

[Centzon Totochtin]

I better not play this one, wont be on the net much for a week after Wednesday.... everyone kill Wolfy, he gets to the final round too much!

[Starling]

I'm in!

[Macros]

Sign Ups closed

players
Wolfy
Hog
Tatts
Pat
Dolmen
Twelve
Starling


Choices please