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Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 17:52:49 GMT -5
Nerrick arrives with eight street toughs. And winks at Mors, "These are the auxiliary guard." The men looked very competent and even more tough.
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 18:01:22 GMT -5
"All right, three of you go around back, there's already a couple of ours back there. Remember: no killing. The man with the red hair is most important."
Mors gives the toughs a few minutes to go around back before moving in. He pulls his longaxe from his back just before kicking in the door.
"Everyone remain calm, and seated! We're here on important business." He scans the room for Red Feldt, while waving the guards in to detain the bartender and barmaids.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 18:15:49 GMT -5
Red was sitting in his place. And stood growling at Mors. As the toughs approach him. The barkeep and maids do not resist either.
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 18:48:26 GMT -5
Mors gestures for the guards to bind Feldt's hands somehow. He turns to the staff, saying, "You lot won't come to any harm, we just need to ask some questions. Should be released by tomorrow."
He looks to Nerrick. "Well, that was remarkably incident-free."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 18:56:42 GMT -5
Nerrick nodded, "What did you expect?"
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 19:04:44 GMT -5
"Crossbowmen in the walls filling us full of bolts, Feldt turning out to be a skilled warrior and butchering the lot of us, agents hidden among the crowd. Nothing too terrible."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 19:50:03 GMT -5
Nerrick shook his head, "Not Red. Everytime he gets caught he flips on his bosses. He does not want to do for anyone."
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 19:53:19 GMT -5
"Ah, good to hear. Think we should take a look around upstairs?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 19:55:18 GMT -5
Nerrick nodded, "Of course. Lead the way, but be careful you never know what kind of scum stays in a place like this."
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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 20:00:50 GMT -5
"Aye, well said."
Mors makes his way upstairs, kicking in every door on the way and checking for occupants.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:09:20 GMT -5
As he kicks down the door on the left, he comes upon a young woman standing before a scruffy looking bearded young man. The man has a sword in his lap. As the door flies open, The man stands and tosses the girl over the bed into the corner of the room, and stands sword drawn.
"Keep your head down, he shouted, before moving to block Mors from entering.
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Post by Erik on Dec 29, 2009 16:54:15 GMT -5
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Mors returns to the guard headquarters with Nerrick, heading downstairs to the holding cells where Feldt is kept.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 2, 2010 18:25:33 GMT -5
Feldt is chained to the wall, both hand and foot, he looks up as Mors enters, "Ah... so... I guess you won't be needing anyone killed then huh?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 2, 2010 18:34:08 GMT -5
"Not for the moment, assuming you tell us what we want to know. Sound fair to you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 2, 2010 18:37:03 GMT -5
"Alright. I can live with that," Feldt said with a chuckle, "What do you want to know?"
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