Menace to Society – 14.04.2002 – Delilah
Apr 18, 2022 1:56:01 GMT
Ian (Menace), Jaezred Vandree, and 2 more like this
Post by Delilah Daybreaker on Apr 18, 2022 1:56:01 GMT
Rolled into a palm sized tube is a piece of nondescript parchment written in a mix of common, symbols, elvish, and draconic.
ASSIGNMENT REPORT #30
People/Organisations of Note:
Menace (a.k.a. Teneveer, a.k.a. D’Argent) – thief/merchant/businessman/crime boss/“godfather” of Port Ffirst, tiefling, male
Jaezred Vandree – mage (pact magic, patron: the Moonweaver), noble, drow, male; Velve (black widow spider familiar)
Wren Lunabolt – scout/holy warrior, aasimar (scourge), non-binary; pets: Stripes (badger), Beans (white fox), Percival (awakened hyena), Peppy (pigeon)
Tazmuk Leathertail – privateer/fighter, dragonborn (red), male; Captain of the Avernus
Soros Lenoir – spar velah’rnair, noble, human, male (deceased)
Voros Lenoir – abilities unknown, noble, human, male, petrified into stone (deceased?)
Himal Maskey – butler to the Lenoir Brothers, human, male
Wilbur Trask – mage/merchant/businessman/part of the Board of the Commission, human, male
Xanaphia – Priestess of Lolth/Inquisitor, drow, female (deceased)
Ser Arim – knight, human(?), male (deceased)
Gladiator – warrior, human, female (deceased)
Musicians x 3 – versemakers/assassins, humans, male
Locations & Organisations:
Port Ffirst – Dawnlands coastal city, “Jewel of the Shield Coast”
Lenoir Mansion – Once the home of the Lenoir Brothers, now owned by Menace / Teneveer / D’argent
“The Commission” – an organisation representing commerce and socially interested parties in business and other such ventures
Body:
The request to help Menace (a.k.a. Teneveer) came rather unexpectedly. Our paths had crossed only once before — see Assignment Report #8 — yet he remembered my skills well enough to call upon me to help him in something of a personal matter. This would not be the first time I have helped someone “take the throne” but this was different. The stakes were not there for me…
They all crammed into the back room of the Pawnshop. It was a tight fit, some of them hiding their discomfort better than others. Wren was unmistakably keeping the wariest of eyes on Menace. If truth were to be told, Delilah didn’t quite know why they were here. She always thought the young vigilante despised such work as they were about to do. Yet maybe that’s why they were there. To watch, to ensure things didn’t get out of hand.
As for Delilah, why she was there, well…
“So glad you could all make it,” Menace says to them. “We are about to embark on a great journey tonight. Whatever happens tonight, tomorrow’s dawn will have the colour of opportunity.”
…sometimes it’s just good business…
The Lenoir Brothers had been notably absent from Port Ffirst for some time, which was why Menace felt that, after years of waiting, his time to strike was now. He had spent weeks preparing, but the one thing he hadn’t been able to discover was where the Lenoir brothers had been or why they had been away.
Turns out the Lenoirs had been busy doing their own preparations…
There is a quiet cough behind them. Delilah whips around, drawing her dagger, whilst Wren presses themselves against the wall. It’s the butler, his pristine suit and turban wrapped head clean and precise to the point of utter professionalism. He looks between the two, raises an eyebrow, then walks right past them into the kitchen
When he returns he has a silver tray, a crystal tumbler, and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He doesn’t look at either of them as he continues past. Delilah thinks for one second then shadow stepping right in front of him, her knife still drawn though not pointing at any vital organs, yet.
“You know why we are here,” she says plainly.
“I do,” he responds.
“Is there anything down here? Secrets, traps, things our allies above would need to be wary of?” she asked.
“Not down here, no.”
“…It’s in the ballroom isn’t it.”
The butler’s face remains unequivocally professional. “Obviously.”
“…i like this one…” comes the soft whisper next to her ear from Beastie. So did she. There were so few she had met who knew what their job was and did their job in such a professional way as to make other professionals jealous at their professionalism. This man was one of them.
Delilah stands up straight and sheaths her dagger. “Make sure you stay well clear of the ballroom when things kick off.”
He tilts his head slightly, assessing. “That was the idea, my Lady.”
She nods, and steps out of his way…
When Lunabolt and I arrived at the ballroom it was just in time to see Menace’s poor offer get turned down by the Lenoirs…
Delilah see’s Jaezred in his vapish high elf disguise and clocks the armoured female drow sitting across the table from him. Jaezred’s taste in disguise was very appropriately done.
“We’ve looked everywhere. Nothing found. An unusual amount of nothing…” she whispers the message towards her friend.
He feigns a yaw to respond. “They already know you and Lunaboult are here. Get ready.”
And then a quick skirmish ensued…
The west side of the house where they stood on the balcony just outside the ballroom was already cut with deep shadows. It would be effortless for her to Step into one where she was…
…and out of the one at the feet of Voros Lenoir.
His look of surprise was brief, before he smiled at her. “Ah there she is, our little nightingale.”
“Apologies for keeping you waiting.” She flourishes a courtly bow. “But I am here now.”
In one fluid movement she drew her weapons and proceeded to stab once, twice, stunning him with the latter, and then dancing back and away.
The drow woman, clearly some sort of priestess of Lolth, shouts at the Leniors, “Where is the apostate? You promised me he would be here!” Then she backs away, eyes not even registering the only other full elf in the room.
Soros Lenoir, oddly calm despite the sudden and violent delights circling around him, looks at Delilah as he meticulously rolls up the sleeves of his fine shirt, flexing his hands.
“A tragedy what has befallen you Lady Delilah. Such a tragedy.”
In less than three strides Soros is standing in front of Jaezred and with tactical, practical precision, punches the disguised drow in the chest and then drives the heel of his palm across Jaezred’s fine jaw. The second blow dazes the drow and he stumbles.
“A hard thing to get rid of, that curse. But to stall it…” Soros looks back at her and smiles knowingly. “…that is something that can be done…”
No additional information was gleaned from Soros Lenoir before he perished about the current ailment affecting my person. It was only afterwards, upon Menace’s victory and take over of the “business” that once was the Lenoirs (details of which are included in Appendix A), when there was a chance to search through various papers that extensive op-research on each of the party was found (details of which are included in Appendix B). My own personal pages have since been burned to ashes, destroyed, but one thing stood out which I have not or did not hear of before; Sinners Reprieve…
Taz holds Soros in the water, the same waters that had seen a gladiator slip and fall to a bloody end in the jaws of a violently carnivorous shark. This was her chance. She had no idea if this would work, but she had seen her father do it. Soros was as good as dead, it was only a matter of who would kill him first – the shark or the dragonborn.
One moment she was standing at the far end of the ballroom, the next she was rising out of Taz’s shadow. Pulling out the inch thick, infernal iron coin, Delilah bends over the panicked face of Soros and taps the Soul Coin to his forehead.
She pulls it up, feeling his soul resisting her will, and she marvels at his strength, his desire to live. It’s a moment that lasts longer for them than anyone else, and then it’s over. Soros’ soul is still firmly in his body and her coin frustratingly empty.
“Hmm, shame,” Delilah tisks. A dark dorsal fin suddenly turns in their direction and is picking up speed. She grins and looks back at the man only to see the colour train from his face. “Have fun with that.”
He most certainly did not have fun, but the shark sure did. Got a great meal out of him too…
Port Ffirst is currently in a time of transition but it is clear that Menace has the support of those who used to be business associates of the Lenoirs since, by some strange code of conduct or method of business, the hostile takeover we enacted did not have any retribution. In fact, Trask, the only one of the Lenoir dinner party who did not participate in the “messy business”, extended a formal invitation to join “The Commission” pretty much immediately after the fight.
Voros Lenoir was the only other surviving member but he did not last long for Menace fed him gorgon kiss poison. The younger Lenoir brother now resides in the home that once was his family’s, but as a statue, serving as a reminder to any who see the petrified Lenoir just what sort of “justice” Menace/Teneveer/D’Argent will deal to those who so seek to fuck him over.
Report passed on 16 day of the Claw of Storms.
Neh diis lus’a, lus diis’a.
ASSIGNMENT REPORT #30
People/Organisations of Note:
Menace (a.k.a. Teneveer, a.k.a. D’Argent) – thief/merchant/businessman/crime boss/“godfather” of Port Ffirst, tiefling, male
Jaezred Vandree – mage (pact magic, patron: the Moonweaver), noble, drow, male; Velve (black widow spider familiar)
Wren Lunabolt – scout/holy warrior, aasimar (scourge), non-binary; pets: Stripes (badger), Beans (white fox), Percival (awakened hyena), Peppy (pigeon)
Tazmuk Leathertail – privateer/fighter, dragonborn (red), male; Captain of the Avernus
Soros Lenoir – spar velah’rnair, noble, human, male (deceased)
Voros Lenoir – abilities unknown, noble, human, male, petrified into stone (deceased?)
Himal Maskey – butler to the Lenoir Brothers, human, male
Wilbur Trask – mage/merchant/businessman/part of the Board of the Commission, human, male
Xanaphia – Priestess of Lolth/Inquisitor, drow, female (deceased)
Ser Arim – knight, human(?), male (deceased)
Gladiator – warrior, human, female (deceased)
Musicians x 3 – versemakers/assassins, humans, male
Locations & Organisations:
Port Ffirst – Dawnlands coastal city, “Jewel of the Shield Coast”
Lenoir Mansion – Once the home of the Lenoir Brothers, now owned by Menace / Teneveer / D’argent
“The Commission” – an organisation representing commerce and socially interested parties in business and other such ventures
Body:
The request to help Menace (a.k.a. Teneveer) came rather unexpectedly. Our paths had crossed only once before — see Assignment Report #8 — yet he remembered my skills well enough to call upon me to help him in something of a personal matter. This would not be the first time I have helped someone “take the throne” but this was different. The stakes were not there for me…
They all crammed into the back room of the Pawnshop. It was a tight fit, some of them hiding their discomfort better than others. Wren was unmistakably keeping the wariest of eyes on Menace. If truth were to be told, Delilah didn’t quite know why they were here. She always thought the young vigilante despised such work as they were about to do. Yet maybe that’s why they were there. To watch, to ensure things didn’t get out of hand.
As for Delilah, why she was there, well…
“So glad you could all make it,” Menace says to them. “We are about to embark on a great journey tonight. Whatever happens tonight, tomorrow’s dawn will have the colour of opportunity.”
…sometimes it’s just good business…
The Lenoir Brothers had been notably absent from Port Ffirst for some time, which was why Menace felt that, after years of waiting, his time to strike was now. He had spent weeks preparing, but the one thing he hadn’t been able to discover was where the Lenoir brothers had been or why they had been away.
Turns out the Lenoirs had been busy doing their own preparations…
There is a quiet cough behind them. Delilah whips around, drawing her dagger, whilst Wren presses themselves against the wall. It’s the butler, his pristine suit and turban wrapped head clean and precise to the point of utter professionalism. He looks between the two, raises an eyebrow, then walks right past them into the kitchen
When he returns he has a silver tray, a crystal tumbler, and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He doesn’t look at either of them as he continues past. Delilah thinks for one second then shadow stepping right in front of him, her knife still drawn though not pointing at any vital organs, yet.
“You know why we are here,” she says plainly.
“I do,” he responds.
“Is there anything down here? Secrets, traps, things our allies above would need to be wary of?” she asked.
“Not down here, no.”
“…It’s in the ballroom isn’t it.”
The butler’s face remains unequivocally professional. “Obviously.”
“…i like this one…” comes the soft whisper next to her ear from Beastie. So did she. There were so few she had met who knew what their job was and did their job in such a professional way as to make other professionals jealous at their professionalism. This man was one of them.
Delilah stands up straight and sheaths her dagger. “Make sure you stay well clear of the ballroom when things kick off.”
He tilts his head slightly, assessing. “That was the idea, my Lady.”
She nods, and steps out of his way…
When Lunabolt and I arrived at the ballroom it was just in time to see Menace’s poor offer get turned down by the Lenoirs…
Delilah see’s Jaezred in his vapish high elf disguise and clocks the armoured female drow sitting across the table from him. Jaezred’s taste in disguise was very appropriately done.
“We’ve looked everywhere. Nothing found. An unusual amount of nothing…” she whispers the message towards her friend.
He feigns a yaw to respond. “They already know you and Lunaboult are here. Get ready.”
And then a quick skirmish ensued…
The west side of the house where they stood on the balcony just outside the ballroom was already cut with deep shadows. It would be effortless for her to Step into one where she was…
…and out of the one at the feet of Voros Lenoir.
His look of surprise was brief, before he smiled at her. “Ah there she is, our little nightingale.”
“Apologies for keeping you waiting.” She flourishes a courtly bow. “But I am here now.”
In one fluid movement she drew her weapons and proceeded to stab once, twice, stunning him with the latter, and then dancing back and away.
The drow woman, clearly some sort of priestess of Lolth, shouts at the Leniors, “Where is the apostate? You promised me he would be here!” Then she backs away, eyes not even registering the only other full elf in the room.
Soros Lenoir, oddly calm despite the sudden and violent delights circling around him, looks at Delilah as he meticulously rolls up the sleeves of his fine shirt, flexing his hands.
“A tragedy what has befallen you Lady Delilah. Such a tragedy.”
In less than three strides Soros is standing in front of Jaezred and with tactical, practical precision, punches the disguised drow in the chest and then drives the heel of his palm across Jaezred’s fine jaw. The second blow dazes the drow and he stumbles.
“A hard thing to get rid of, that curse. But to stall it…” Soros looks back at her and smiles knowingly. “…that is something that can be done…”
No additional information was gleaned from Soros Lenoir before he perished about the current ailment affecting my person. It was only afterwards, upon Menace’s victory and take over of the “business” that once was the Lenoirs (details of which are included in Appendix A), when there was a chance to search through various papers that extensive op-research on each of the party was found (details of which are included in Appendix B). My own personal pages have since been burned to ashes, destroyed, but one thing stood out which I have not or did not hear of before; Sinners Reprieve…
Taz holds Soros in the water, the same waters that had seen a gladiator slip and fall to a bloody end in the jaws of a violently carnivorous shark. This was her chance. She had no idea if this would work, but she had seen her father do it. Soros was as good as dead, it was only a matter of who would kill him first – the shark or the dragonborn.
One moment she was standing at the far end of the ballroom, the next she was rising out of Taz’s shadow. Pulling out the inch thick, infernal iron coin, Delilah bends over the panicked face of Soros and taps the Soul Coin to his forehead.
She pulls it up, feeling his soul resisting her will, and she marvels at his strength, his desire to live. It’s a moment that lasts longer for them than anyone else, and then it’s over. Soros’ soul is still firmly in his body and her coin frustratingly empty.
“Hmm, shame,” Delilah tisks. A dark dorsal fin suddenly turns in their direction and is picking up speed. She grins and looks back at the man only to see the colour train from his face. “Have fun with that.”
He most certainly did not have fun, but the shark sure did. Got a great meal out of him too…
Port Ffirst is currently in a time of transition but it is clear that Menace has the support of those who used to be business associates of the Lenoirs since, by some strange code of conduct or method of business, the hostile takeover we enacted did not have any retribution. In fact, Trask, the only one of the Lenoir dinner party who did not participate in the “messy business”, extended a formal invitation to join “The Commission” pretty much immediately after the fight.
Voros Lenoir was the only other surviving member but he did not last long for Menace fed him gorgon kiss poison. The younger Lenoir brother now resides in the home that once was his family’s, but as a statue, serving as a reminder to any who see the petrified Lenoir just what sort of “justice” Menace/Teneveer/D’Argent will deal to those who so seek to fuck him over.
Report passed on 16 day of the Claw of Storms.
Neh diis lus’a, lus diis’a.
