A granular approach 20.08.20
Aug 21, 2020 12:22:31 GMT
Pieni, Igrainne (RETIRED), and 3 more like this
Post by Tazmuck on Aug 21, 2020 12:22:31 GMT
Ainsley had something of the air of Mace about him, but a little less refined, and a little more upfront. He mentioned the job was for the Church of Tiamat, but he didn’t seem personally involved - just some kind of fixer as far as Taz could tell. I’d prefer to meet the person I was working for, thought Taz, but this will do.
Getting a job from the Church of Tiamat made him realise that despite his tattoo he really knew little about her. He knew that she had created Kobalds to serve the dragonborn. And he had heard stories, like that of the legendary dragonborn pirate-king Rhogar who was now her lietenant, after he sailed to the nine hells to gift Tiamut his great hoard. He knew that sometimes people gave his tattoo funny looks, especially in the temples where followers of other gods would avoid walking near him. But other than this, nothing - perhaps he’d one day find the priestess Kirspix and see if he could learn more.
The job itselfwas simple piracy - loot and destroy some wagons on the road before they reach Kundar. They belonged to someone called Boku, a merchant and silver scaled dragonborn, but Boku wasn’t expected to be there. The carts would still be heavily guarded though. Arkadius seemed up for it - something about a bad month, Bones didn't quibble either. Igrainne seemed the most concerned, mumbling something about a home invasion, but quickly relented.
The group teleported to Kundar and travelled back up the road - into the deserts outside Kundar. The red sand burned with a familiar heat, and the sun dominated the skies.
Finding a good spot they set a classic ambush up, with Taz pretending to be injured from falling off his horse while the others laid in wait. The carts stopped and a female dragonborn - one of the several guards - got out to ask if Taz needed help. Their ruse quickly came apart, though, as Bones yelped from behind a rock from what Taz would later find out was a scorpion bite. Cover blown, they simply attacked and dispatched the dragonborn guard with all ruthless efficiency of a group who have battled armies in the nine hells together.
Guard eliminated, there was one issue left: six Kobold drivers who sat cowering in the carts. The potential problems of leaving survivors had been discussed, and their were mixed opinions in the group, but Taz was fairly certain that a red dragonborn in smoking black armour was not easily forgotten and that there was only one way this could end.
He made the drivers gather under a rock, which they did in a pathetic way - shaking with fear and blindly obeying his commands. Taz looked around - Arkadius and Igrainne were busy searching the carts, and Bones was still battling a scorpion on the other wide of the rock. It was time.
He quietly commanded the snivelling Kobalds to walk around to the other side of the boulder - out of view of the others - and to line up in front of him. For a second, he looked into one of their eyes, and felt a glimmer of pity - but then his hand rested back on his maul and a fierce hate for their weakness overcame him again. He took a deep breath in, and exhaled.
Arkadius was first to rush around the corner. Examining the smoking, charred corpses of the drivers, he looked at Taz with precious little surprise on his face.
They attacked me said Taz
Lets just not speak of this again sighed Arkadius.
And that was it - they burned the wagons and swiftly left the scene, as a plume of dark smoke rose in the desert behind them.
Getting a job from the Church of Tiamat made him realise that despite his tattoo he really knew little about her. He knew that she had created Kobalds to serve the dragonborn. And he had heard stories, like that of the legendary dragonborn pirate-king Rhogar who was now her lietenant, after he sailed to the nine hells to gift Tiamut his great hoard. He knew that sometimes people gave his tattoo funny looks, especially in the temples where followers of other gods would avoid walking near him. But other than this, nothing - perhaps he’d one day find the priestess Kirspix and see if he could learn more.
The job itselfwas simple piracy - loot and destroy some wagons on the road before they reach Kundar. They belonged to someone called Boku, a merchant and silver scaled dragonborn, but Boku wasn’t expected to be there. The carts would still be heavily guarded though. Arkadius seemed up for it - something about a bad month, Bones didn't quibble either. Igrainne seemed the most concerned, mumbling something about a home invasion, but quickly relented.
The group teleported to Kundar and travelled back up the road - into the deserts outside Kundar. The red sand burned with a familiar heat, and the sun dominated the skies.
Finding a good spot they set a classic ambush up, with Taz pretending to be injured from falling off his horse while the others laid in wait. The carts stopped and a female dragonborn - one of the several guards - got out to ask if Taz needed help. Their ruse quickly came apart, though, as Bones yelped from behind a rock from what Taz would later find out was a scorpion bite. Cover blown, they simply attacked and dispatched the dragonborn guard with all ruthless efficiency of a group who have battled armies in the nine hells together.
Guard eliminated, there was one issue left: six Kobold drivers who sat cowering in the carts. The potential problems of leaving survivors had been discussed, and their were mixed opinions in the group, but Taz was fairly certain that a red dragonborn in smoking black armour was not easily forgotten and that there was only one way this could end.
He made the drivers gather under a rock, which they did in a pathetic way - shaking with fear and blindly obeying his commands. Taz looked around - Arkadius and Igrainne were busy searching the carts, and Bones was still battling a scorpion on the other wide of the rock. It was time.
He quietly commanded the snivelling Kobalds to walk around to the other side of the boulder - out of view of the others - and to line up in front of him. For a second, he looked into one of their eyes, and felt a glimmer of pity - but then his hand rested back on his maul and a fierce hate for their weakness overcame him again. He took a deep breath in, and exhaled.
Arkadius was first to rush around the corner. Examining the smoking, charred corpses of the drivers, he looked at Taz with precious little surprise on his face.
They attacked me said Taz
Lets just not speak of this again sighed Arkadius.
And that was it - they burned the wagons and swiftly left the scene, as a plume of dark smoke rose in the desert behind them.
