Post by The Stranger on Apr 24, 2008 0:09:56 GMT -5
Baldric wiped the sweat from his brow. How did he manage to get himself into these types of situations he thought? He thought about running, but he took the boy for his word and did not doubt his reach, especially after he had showed him some of the information he had collected on the Dornish Gangs: the three major ringleaders were identified by sketch as well as their normal base of operations, the kid was thorough that was for sure.
Baldric waved to Stutters and two other men that Baldric had chosen to go with him. They weren’t the best of fighters but they followed orders and had darker complexions so Baldric thought they could pass for Dornish more then some of the other Reachmen.
They stood across from the Dornishman’s Wife a tacky tavern that still showed signs of the fire damage from when the army had razed the city months ago.
Topple the leadership and then replace them with your own shadow figure, recruit their own men for your operation, was the boy’s suggestion. Seemed a wise enough strategy but of course the boy hadn’t said he was only getting three fucking men to go with him.
All that didn’t matter now though, Baldric had to execute this first part to have any hope for the remainder of the plan to work, so for now he waited in the alley way across from the tavern.
“Ready?” Baldric said to Stutters.
“Ra. . ra… ra… ra” Stutters paused, “lets go,” he said completing the otherwise difficult word.
Baldric signaled to the other two men who began to take their position, as the target walked out. Baldric had hoped that he would be alone but he was there with three other men. The men looked at Baldric curiously but he signaled to continue.
He and Stutters took careful aim with their crossbows, his arrow sailed straight hitting the lead man who wheeled around to face the crossbow. The two Reachmen responded by drawing their weapons and giving a quick slash with their weapon although the guards were alerted and dealt damage to them instead.
Baldric fired again this time his bolt missing and hitting the tavern wall, Stutters, however, fired blindly into the group of the men and actually managed to down one of the Dornish men. The Dornish started to run which gave the two reach swordsmen a chance to deliver a heavy wound.
Baldric charged with his Longsword, slaying another one of the fleeing Dornish, while Stutters and the two reach men finished off the remaining guards.
Their target was quickly subdued and a bag placed over his head. Then the Baldric and his men returned to their outpost in a burnt out butcher shop. Baldric hung the man from one of the meat hooks.
“All right, here is how its going to play out,” Baldric said wearing an all black mask which covered all but his mouth. “We will let you live, but from now on you take your orders from us?” Baldric said speaking softly.
“Fuck you, you gap toothed whore,” the man said spitting in Baldric’s direction.
“I thought that might be the case. . . bring out the bottle,” Baldric said pointing to one of his men. The man nodded and brought out a large green bottle. He poured some of into a bowl on the floor and a stray dog began to lap it up. The rest of it was poured down the Dornishman’s throat.
The Reachmen then left and came back three hours later. The dog was twitching nervously and welping and vomiting.
“What the fuck did you give me?” the Dornishman screamed.
“Its just a little thing to help you sleep better,” Baldric said with an evil gapped tooth grin. “Sleep for a long time, unless your willing to cooperate that is.”
“What, fuck man I almost burned to death don’t fucking do this to me,” the man screamed as the Dog fell dead to the floor.
“Well this shit is acting fast,” Baldric said pointing to the dog. “You say he has what an hour left to live?”
“There abouts?” the man who brought the bottle replied.
“I’ll fucking do it, whatever you want man, just give me the antidote.”
Baldric nodded, “Alright then but now you take orders from me.”
“Sure whatever. . . fuck” the man said his forehead beading up with sweat.
Baldric brought the man down and handed him a bottle. “Drink this.”
The man quickly downed it. “Now you are going to go back to your gang and tell them you are now working for a man named the Shadow of Sunspear. You must receive additional doses of the antidote every three days or you will be as dead as that dog over there.”
The man gulped.
“Is that clear?”
The man nodded.
“We will send a note where to meet us so don’t ever go very far from here or you will die.”
The man nodded.
“Now get the fuck out of here,” Baldric shouted as the man took off towards the city street.
“What was that shit Baldric?” one of the men asked.
“Just some hopsy beer and hot peppers.” Baldric said removing his mask.
“Tha. . . tha. . . that is po . . po . . . poisonous Ba. . ba. . baldric?” Stutters asked
“Well for dogs it is,” he said with a laugh, “and that Dornishman looked like a dog if I ever saw one.”
The men laughed, “so whats next?”
“Only the Shadow knows.” Baldric said placing his mask in front of his face again.
Results:
Baldric improves to noteworthy ambush
Baldric gains beginner intimidation
Baldric waved to Stutters and two other men that Baldric had chosen to go with him. They weren’t the best of fighters but they followed orders and had darker complexions so Baldric thought they could pass for Dornish more then some of the other Reachmen.
They stood across from the Dornishman’s Wife a tacky tavern that still showed signs of the fire damage from when the army had razed the city months ago.
Topple the leadership and then replace them with your own shadow figure, recruit their own men for your operation, was the boy’s suggestion. Seemed a wise enough strategy but of course the boy hadn’t said he was only getting three fucking men to go with him.
All that didn’t matter now though, Baldric had to execute this first part to have any hope for the remainder of the plan to work, so for now he waited in the alley way across from the tavern.
“Ready?” Baldric said to Stutters.
“Ra. . ra… ra… ra” Stutters paused, “lets go,” he said completing the otherwise difficult word.
Baldric signaled to the other two men who began to take their position, as the target walked out. Baldric had hoped that he would be alone but he was there with three other men. The men looked at Baldric curiously but he signaled to continue.
He and Stutters took careful aim with their crossbows, his arrow sailed straight hitting the lead man who wheeled around to face the crossbow. The two Reachmen responded by drawing their weapons and giving a quick slash with their weapon although the guards were alerted and dealt damage to them instead.
Baldric fired again this time his bolt missing and hitting the tavern wall, Stutters, however, fired blindly into the group of the men and actually managed to down one of the Dornish men. The Dornish started to run which gave the two reach swordsmen a chance to deliver a heavy wound.
Baldric charged with his Longsword, slaying another one of the fleeing Dornish, while Stutters and the two reach men finished off the remaining guards.
Their target was quickly subdued and a bag placed over his head. Then the Baldric and his men returned to their outpost in a burnt out butcher shop. Baldric hung the man from one of the meat hooks.
“All right, here is how its going to play out,” Baldric said wearing an all black mask which covered all but his mouth. “We will let you live, but from now on you take your orders from us?” Baldric said speaking softly.
“Fuck you, you gap toothed whore,” the man said spitting in Baldric’s direction.
“I thought that might be the case. . . bring out the bottle,” Baldric said pointing to one of his men. The man nodded and brought out a large green bottle. He poured some of into a bowl on the floor and a stray dog began to lap it up. The rest of it was poured down the Dornishman’s throat.
The Reachmen then left and came back three hours later. The dog was twitching nervously and welping and vomiting.
“What the fuck did you give me?” the Dornishman screamed.
“Its just a little thing to help you sleep better,” Baldric said with an evil gapped tooth grin. “Sleep for a long time, unless your willing to cooperate that is.”
“What, fuck man I almost burned to death don’t fucking do this to me,” the man screamed as the Dog fell dead to the floor.
“Well this shit is acting fast,” Baldric said pointing to the dog. “You say he has what an hour left to live?”
“There abouts?” the man who brought the bottle replied.
“I’ll fucking do it, whatever you want man, just give me the antidote.”
Baldric nodded, “Alright then but now you take orders from me.”
“Sure whatever. . . fuck” the man said his forehead beading up with sweat.
Baldric brought the man down and handed him a bottle. “Drink this.”
The man quickly downed it. “Now you are going to go back to your gang and tell them you are now working for a man named the Shadow of Sunspear. You must receive additional doses of the antidote every three days or you will be as dead as that dog over there.”
The man gulped.
“Is that clear?”
The man nodded.
“We will send a note where to meet us so don’t ever go very far from here or you will die.”
The man nodded.
“Now get the fuck out of here,” Baldric shouted as the man took off towards the city street.
“What was that shit Baldric?” one of the men asked.
“Just some hopsy beer and hot peppers.” Baldric said removing his mask.
“Tha. . . tha. . . that is po . . po . . . poisonous Ba. . ba. . baldric?” Stutters asked
“Well for dogs it is,” he said with a laugh, “and that Dornishman looked like a dog if I ever saw one.”
The men laughed, “so whats next?”
“Only the Shadow knows.” Baldric said placing his mask in front of his face again.
Results:
Baldric improves to noteworthy ambush
Baldric gains beginner intimidation