RP:A deal and Some Destruction

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Ohan sits in the corner talking to a dwarf in between them sit two large mugs of ale and two large steaks. “I need a lot of stones, large building stones..” he cuts a piece of steak from the mass slab of meat. “ I know it's a lot and I intend to pay every gold coin. But you have to understand, I'm looking for the stones, and for you to haul them...” he gets caught off by the dwarf “ya be known the mine be no where near here or yer ocean”

Styx watches Ohan from a distance. She lurks in an opposite corner, watching the other half elf with eagle-like vision. Her yellow eyes never strayed as she watched the conversation. Styx wasn't in plain sight. Between them were a number of other patrons on business. Styx hides behind her body-encompassing black cloak.

Ohan swallows the piece of meat and downs a gulp of ale. And I assure you, your workers will be compensated for their travels. I came to you because I know your work ethic and I can your men enough ale and gold to make it worth their while. But if you're not interested...” he pauses and gives a slight smirk “I'm sure the duergar might be willing to do it, maybe even cheaper.” it's very obvious this statementdoesn'tt settle well with the dwarf across the table from him.

Ohan 's eyes stare into the dwarfs eyes in frontttt of him as gets yelled at “duergar be worthless scum, you be dobusinessss wif dim dedon'tnt be cummin to us to help ye build yer castle.” the dwarf no longer keeping quiet places his hand on the table and with a swipe sends the plates of meat and mugs to the table. “Dun ye be sayn da names of dem to me. Ye want us to help then ye pay we help but we so much as see one of dem scums near anywhere we wont be responsible fer dem dying” Ohan reaches into his pocket and sets a bag of coins on the newly cleared table. “If you help, call that a down payment with guarantee of more to come”

Styx was now so unentertained, she slipped a note and a coin to the waitress, secretly having the note delivered to Ohan's table. The note would read: "Dwarves are stubborn. Want to leave?" Styx would wait until Ohan read the note before arranging for another anonymous note delivery. This one read: "Want to make trouble for the Church?"


Ohan read the pair of notes and after waiting for the dwarf to respond, with a smile got up from the dwarf grabs the coins. “Ill be in contact, need to go make my way to underdark. Maybe they'll be of more help.” and with that the rogue moves to the door much to an irate dwarfs cursing. He looks to where the half-orc was sitting “Shall we m'dear?” the site of Ohan leaving with an orc brings up even more cursing from the dwarf.

Styx rises quickly. So he did know it was her handwriting. Smooth. She glanced at the disappointed dwarf, and made a silent "roar" face at him. Coupled with Styx's deathly aura, this seemed to intimidate the simple dwarft just as she left with Ohan wordlessly. They were off to try and burn down the church of Cenril after all.



move to Cathedral of the Divine Three----

Ohan pushes his way back into the Cathedral. He moves his hand above his head and lowers his mask over his face. And when in place the half-elf spirit vanishes and is soon replaced by that of the murder, assassin. Narrow eyes scan the area tilting his head to the side a series of pops are heard in the rogues neck. He looks to his companion. “Destroy it all...” first thing the rogue does is run up to the line of priests, and with a dagger in hand places the blade firmly in the back of the first body he comes to, driving the weapon deep into the holy mans heart.

Styx had donned a mask before entering. She brought up her coif to cover her mouth and nose, coupling that with a hood that only showed her evil yellow eyes. "In His name, I kill..." Vakmarathas would be proud of his prophet this day. Styx moved like a black blur. For fun, she threw an orb at a panicked priest that was soon engulfed in magic flames. He screamed as he ran through the halls of the cathedral. She slew an altar boy by throwing a star into his neck. He fell to his knees, choking on the blood. As the clergy scrambled, four heavily armored paladins entered the fray. Yelling with their own divine anger, they charged for Ohan and Styx.

Ohan pulled the first priest from his blade, the corpse falling giving a soft squish as he falls into a pool of his blood. The assassin kicks the body out of the way leaving the puddle behind. The rogue looks around at the sound of the screaming clergy and moves quickly meeting up close to one and looks deep into his eyes. With not a word, the rogue runs the back of his gloved hand along the clerics face before covering his mouth with the leather hand. With a sudden movement he thrusts the blade into the clergys abdomen and slices to the left causing the innards of the cleric to fall from the abdomen and onto the ground where the assassin drops him. He then looks to the oncoming group of paladins. With his free blood covered hand, he motions them to come to him, when the motion is complete a second dagger drops from Ohans sleeve and into his waiting hand.

Styx expects that the paladins attacking them now are only to dissuade ruffians while Cenril's town guard is alerted to the major incident. Styx times it. Five minutes before this place is inescapable. Styx draws a pair of short swords to meet the two paladins that were rushing toward her. But after she parried the initial strikes, they backed off. Donning full plate, chainmail, and the backing of three gods, each of these paladins appeared impenetrable. Their preferred weapons at this point were halbreds - to keep the rogues at a distance as much as possible. These soldiers were no slouches as Styx found an advance was somewhat impossible between the two of them. They poked and prodded. Styx was trying to engage, but deciding that two swords was too much, she swapped one for a magic metal buckler. She started deflecting the spear thrusts and swings with the buckler now. Just when the pair thought they backed Styx into a corner, she threw another fire bomb at their feet. Engulfed in magic flame, the pair screamed until the flame was snuffed out moments later by the magic dampening nature of their armor.


Ohan blocked and parried each of the encouraching attacks, bringing him back to his own corner, a smile crossed his face as he jumps up using the corner as leverage. He pushes himself from the corner dropping a few of his own orbs that crash upon hitting the floor. As the masked rogue lands on the ground a black smoke rises up engulfing the pair in a cloud of toxins just waiting to be inhaled. “They've gotten stronger since last time” Ohan shouts to Styx though fear wasn't in his voice as much as amusement. Dropping the two daggers Ohan stands outside of the cloud of death wondering if they would make it out, preparing for them to do so, he reaches into his coat and draws out a thin saber made from dragon bone. He holds the blade ready to launch and thrust should one walk from the cloud.

Styx throws her own at the pair that were staring right at her. The fools. She threw another small orb at them quickly covering her ears and eyes as it loosed a cuncussive boom coupled with a blinding flash. The pair Styx was fighting were so disoriented, they actuall fell to their knees. Sparing no time, she grabbed one of the paladin's by the arm, lifted it, and slid her sword into the weak point - the armpit of the armor with the blade sinking into his heart. "Idiot, that's because you were here before." She said, muffled by her face mask. The other paladin, Styx was content to kick the helmet of just to make him fall the rest of the way over. The two paladins within Ohan's toxic cloud had run out of it as fast as they could. Breaths were held so the poison didn't infiltrate their system as effectively as Ohan might have hoped. Styx artfully rolled over the first paladin's corpse as the second got to his feet. He picked up the halbred again, trying to skewer the half orc. The two paladins that were facing Ohan stood out of easy sword range, as they were able to thrust their halbreds at him without pause, each thrust was alternating between the two soldiers.


Ohan shouts out “Remember those wanted posters?” he continues to parry and block the attacks he parrys one of the attacks to the outside dropping his hand into his pocket he produces a small egg shell which he crushes in his hand, the contents of the egg; shards of glass, sand, and juice from a rynvale pepper fill his hand. Lofting his hand he throws the mixture into the remaining paladins eyes he then thrusts at the parried pushing his blade in an upward motion intent on piercing the man where his chin is exposed from the armor.

Styx watches as Ohan dispatches one of the paladins with a blade through the head. "The job said anonymity was required." Styx moved to grab the haft of the halbred and with one fell swoop, she pulled it from her paladin's grasp. She reversed the thrust, and slammed the butt into his helmet, making a loud clank as the shaft hit the metal. The paladin stumbled backward, drawing a sword now as Styx reversed the halbred and swung it expertly at his neck. The blow was deflected, but Styx followed up with a thrust, sending the sharpened point through the paladin's eye. He screamed, having not seen the thrust coming for his face until it was much too late. The helmets didn't offer much in visibility. Styx gave the polearm an extra thrust as it sank into the now dead paladin's head. "Need help?" She said as the second paladin felled by her abilities slumped, lifeless.


Ohan pulls his blade from the paladins head, and walks over to the one screaming due to the mixture from the egg still in his eyes. He moves behind him and lifts his head up, after little effort he removes the kneeling mans helm. Ohan grabs hold of his sword and tilts his head watching into the mans bleeding eyes caused from the shards. And with one swift thrust with the dragon bone sword pierces the mans throat the bone making its way out the back is throat. The rogue pulls the blade from his neck and shrugs “The last one that helped me with this task, got caught and thought it be a good idea to give them my name, she's no longer with the guild.. or the living.”

Styx canted her head slightly. "Did you at least honor the Death God in dispatching her?" Styx said as she strolled across the now emptied cathedral toward Ohan. The clergy had scrambled, and surely the town guard were on their way to reinforce the now dead paladins. There was just one more thing Styx had to do. She reached into one of her many pounces and retrieved a well of everlasting ink. She immediately began defacing the stones of the church, scrawling the fearsome symbol of Vakmarathas hurriedly. From the altar to the large pillar, no where would be untouched by Styx's painted hand.


Ohan follows suit with Styx, though he didn't have any ink, he found plenty of medium with the red blood sprayed through the Cathedral. Though rather then the markings of Vakmarathas he paints sigls for Cire and Aramoth the markings alternating making sure to smear Cire's markings on anything relating to Hind's and Aramoth's marking Lore's. In his quest to finish the markings, he forgets to give his response to the question and focuses more on gathering more crimson paint.

Styx pauses suddenly, looking at the door. Maybe Ohan heard it too. A small regiment of the town guard were coming. She hissed at Ohan, wordlessly signalling that it was time to go. She darted toward the rear of the castle, seeking an escape route. The soldiers that were on their way would most likely use the front entrance.


Ohan stands and walks quickly and quietly over to Styx and points to a room in the back, The very room that the paladins had come in from. The rouge moves his hands in a way similar to that of Staiwen's hand signs. “I cant be positive, it's been awhile since I've been here, but there may be a door through this way.” He pushes the door open waiting to see if she would go through or if she had a different plan.