RP:Rat Trap

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Part of the Rise of Larket Arc


Summary: Steel Collective Member Blut finds and captures the Fermin Illusionist Hisk Spittle.

Rat Hole Inn

Hisk Spittle stands at one of the makeshift tables made of stacked bricks and a flat board. A pair of dark brown furred fermin sit atop tiny stools made for their kind next to the illusionist rat. The ‘table’ is also shared by another, white furred fermin, standing opposite those seated and a single, thin, male drow that looks a bit out of place in the conversation dominating the gathering of four rats. The tabletop is dominated by mismatched drinking vessels and small bowls of what look like rotten food pellets (for snacking). One of the seated fermin appears to be finishing up a story or a joke, delivering the climax or punchline, “And then he lifts up his arms and says, ‘I’m a bat, man.’” He puts on an ugly, sharp toothed, mangey grin and earns a squeaking set of laughs from all of those listening except for that poor drow that just doesn’t quite get the humor down here in the sewers.



Blut sits a a tables near the pack of rats as he dones a illusionary face to hide his mask and look more like a sales men. Blut had rented a food stall and has since got good business for selling fresh sweets down in Ferminvile Blut simply stays put as he eats the inns food takeing off the lower part of his mask to reveal his mouth so he can eat. Blut waits to see if any of the rats would reveal his target.



Several more tales and tangents of conversation bounce back and forth between those at the table for some time. Whenever the lone drow makes an attempt at a joke or makes a reference to the Underdark he is met with forced laughter or blank stares from beady little eyes, one of which on the illusionist is a milky white, betraying its blindness. Eventually the white furred rat looks towards Hisk-Spittle, who is caught with its hand in the cookie jar so to speak, as it is nose deep in one of those bowls of The Rat Hole Inn’s equivalent to peanuts, “Spitt! Tell the one about the dragon you tricked into the meat factory!” The mangey, grey furred illusionist coughs and swallows whatever it has managed to get into its mouth before agreeing, “Th’ure.” and beginning with an overbite exposing smile, “Thiss dragon came down… in yooman form, y’thee…”



Blut 's head perked up slightly spying which rat was his target. Blut smirked as he reached into his pocket pulling out a pouch. He opened said pouch filled with the same rotten food pellets that could be found anywhere as he crushes it before throwing it at one of the other dinners in the hopes to incite a brawl in the inn. Due to the mold it already looks chewed up and by throwing it near the same time that the rat spittle coughed makeing it pretty easy for others to belive that it was food spat out from the cough.



Some randomly selected, black furred rat in the crowd, standing at one of the stolen tables next to the one occupied by the fermin illusionist’s party is hit in the back of the head by the mashed up batch of rotten food the disguised assassin has thrown. The struck female fermin flinches upon impact and quickly snaps her head back and forth to seek out the culprit while her nostrils flare multiple times, sniffing the air at the smell of the moldy pellets that have stuck to her already mud caked fur. Blut, not unlike the drow at Hisk’s table, perhaps does not have the grasp on fermin culture he believes he does, as there doesn’t seem to be any offense taken by the young lady, though she is a bit frustrated that with those short rat forelegs she cannot reach the back of her head. A distraction comes none the less though when another rat walks by and tries to eat the moldy food stuck to the fermin woman. There is a brief tussle that spills over slightly towards the table Blut is focused on and forces Hisk-Spittle to back a couple of steps away from his spot and cease his story-telling, all eyes on the pair of fermin rolling around on the ground that will soon regress to the both of them lapping up the moldy food from the floor in relative peace.



Blut scratches his head as looks on in dismay and utter confusion at the vile sight infront of him. Blut figures a different approach would probably be a better solution a more direct solution as he walked over to the table with a winning smile as he simply asked "Excuse me I need a little bit of help I seem to have forgotten how to get to the cheese store can any of you point me in the right direction?" Blut asked with a cheerful chuckle rubbing his head and due to the fact that he spent alot of time in the sewers he smells just as vile as the rest of the Fermin there. Standing behind some of the rats to keep his face hidden from Spittle unsure if he could see through his illusionary face not wanting to take any risks.



The group, having settled back into their seats and had their fill of watching, somewhat enviously, the feasting that Blut had made possible, looks back towards Hisk-Spittle for the Dragon Meat Factory story to continue, but the friendly looking human cuts the tale off before it can even begin. The fermin of varying shades eye Blut suspiciously while the drow keeps glancing towards the two fermin on the ground finishing their rotten snack. After a moment or two of silence the fermin illusionist sweetly provides direction, “Cheeth Th’tore?” A short foreleg is extended towards the south and curled in a hooking motion towards the west, “It’th right around the corner.” it says through the overbite on display. If that little illusionist can see through the disguise it doesn’t show any indication that it can. Perhaps just not caring if the man is hiding his true face or not.



Blut smiles as he takes out a pack of honey sticks. "Thank you so much for your kindness it's not gold but I don't have much I can give at the moment please accept this treat instead fresh from the surface." Blut waited for the Fermin to accept or denie his reward knowing that within those sticks hold a potent venom capable of paralysing even giants. Hildegarde's demands to keep giant rebels alive forced Blut to buy venom of this caliber but currently grateful that he did the venom itself barly has a scent or taste due to it being made from exotic herbs but the honey should overwhelm and cover up even the faint scent or taste that it may give off. The treats themselves looked rather beautiful almost like topas gems as they shined in the light makeing it rather hard to resist their allure.



Spittle accepts the honeyed thank you with that same forepaw it had pointed with. The pack is set down on the table while the illusionist nods to Blut, “Th’ure.” and waits for him to head off towards the Cheese Shop, which one would assume, given the ruse, is his logical next course of action. While the grey rat is blinking two different looking eyes at the disguised man, the others at the table, including that out of place dark elf, dive into the treats, each taking multiple sticks, nearly leaving none for the one their hidden effect is intended for. The mangey illusionist snaps, “Hey!” and is left a single stick that has already been half inside the white fermin’s mouth. Finally Hisk-Spittle plucks up his reward for the directions given and chomps down on it while continuing the story, “Th’o, I geth them into the facthory, and they tharth changing inside the math’ine! Tha whole think breakth and…” One will have to see how quickly paralyzing toxins meant for giants work on fermin and elves.


Blut chuckled as he created a murder of crows createing panic in the inn and hideing the assassin from sight. Blut quickly dispatches the allies of the illusionist paralyzed Blut mearly had to throw his shurikens as they imbedded themselves into the skulls of his victims if the shuriken didn't kill them the poison on them will. Blut approached the illusionist as he swiftly poked its eyes preventing sight before blindfolding it shackling its hands with handcuffs made to prevent mages from casting magic. Blut cast a cloak spell on the Fermin camoflageing it as he carried him on his sholder takeing the back door out of the inn. By the time the crow storm was over both Blut and Spittle would have dissapeared leaveing only the corpses of Spittles friends. In the back there was a sack large enough to hold various fruits and a body. Blut stuffed the bag before once again carrying the Fermin over his shoulder traveling through the shadows to get to the shortcut to kelay before getting a horse ride to Cenril.