((open rp))
He waited at the depot in Varshikar. His letter said to meet in five minutes and he was almost panting anticipation. Dash wanted his 'team' of Renegades, 'The Silent Strikers' to be the first to pull a big operation. As the minutes pass and still no Tom he begins to wonder if he is going to show, but as that thought passes through his head he see's the halfling walk up from the distance.
The letter said, "I have a deal for you that you cannot pass up." Tom sees Dash and impatiently asks, "Well what is it?"
Dash then slides a ring of his finger and shows it to Tom, "What do you think you can sell this for?"
"That is a beautiful diamond ring, i could probably sell it for 100 silver."
"I will give it to you for 20 silver."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch, i am just settling a bet with a friend," Dash says smirking. He steps back from his depot with two bread rolls in his hand, "Go ahead and grab one, i have a few more in my depot." Thomas then steps forward and looks through the depot.
"Where at?"
"It's in there."
Dash then swiftly drops the rolls and pulls a poisoned dagger from under his shirt in one quick motion.
"Gwww... wha?" says Tom.
"You listen here, you are going to come with me or i will slice your little throat."
"Y..Yes."
Then Dash pulls him to their destination with the dagger still to his throat.
"You will stay here. You will be fed. You will be given blankets."
"Okay."
As Dash leaves he pushes a boulder to the bottom of the ladder, blocking the exit. He then starts to write a letter.
Folks of Gobiath!
The wealthy, well liked merchant you know as Thomas Greenbottom is being held captive be me. He will not be found. He is being treated well and will be fed. This goes out as a message to a certain individual as a warning. Perhaps Tom will be returned in time... Perhaps not.
~SS
The Kidnapping of Thomas Greenbottom
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Thomas Greenbottom
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Tom walks up to the board, finding his ransom note buried below countless others
Well, as one can see, no one cared that I was kidnapped. Funny really, but not surprising I guess. Anyhow, the kidnapper's let me go, unhurt too... But I did happen to catch the name of the man who kidnapped me. I met with Fast Eddy about a trade in Varshikar when he pulled this ludicrous stunt. So, whoever cares... well you know what to do.
-Thomas Greenbottom-
Well, as one can see, no one cared that I was kidnapped. Funny really, but not surprising I guess. Anyhow, the kidnapper's let me go, unhurt too... But I did happen to catch the name of the man who kidnapped me. I met with Fast Eddy about a trade in Varshikar when he pulled this ludicrous stunt. So, whoever cares... well you know what to do.
-Thomas Greenbottom-
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Dash Saw him. Just outside of Trollsbane by the teleporter. For the first time in days a thin smiled played onto his lips. "Why Hello."
Thomas visually panicked. He started to stammer, beads of perspiration where already on his brow. "Wha... How... What... What do you want?"
"You remember what i said? You know what is going to happen now right?"
Thomas then started to shout, "Help! A thief is ---"
Dash was upon him, cornered him and punched him in the stomach. Thomas nearly retched with with pain as he doubled over. "You knew this would happen. This is your own fault Tom," said Dash. He then proceeded to gagging him with an old sock and tying his hands behind his back with the rope he always kept with him, after kicking him to the floor. Dash then hoisted him up by his tied hands and pushed him forward. "March!" he ordered. "Actually... wait," he said as he tore a piece of clothe from his shirt and tied it around his head, covering his eyes. "Now march."
After an unsteady trek of Thomas falling and Dash hoisting him up after giving him a kick each time, they arrived to their destination. It was meeting place 'delta.' After making him climb a ladder blindfolded they sat down on a log facing a campsite. He unfastened his blindfold and took the gag out of his mouth but kept him tied.
"Scream all you want, no one will hear you here."
"What is it you want from me?"
"From you? Nothing anymore, just want you to die. ...and you will."
"No please! I have a wife and children back home!"
"Better prey to the gods that someone takes care of them," Dash says as he pulls a single dagger.
"Noo! I am sorry! I'll take it back!"
"Can that work?" Dash thought to himself. "We will see how long you last, maybe I won't kill you after all."
Dash then punches him in the face as hard as he can with a quick powerful punch. As Thomas was sprawled out on the floor Dash tied his feet together. Dash then took his dagger and cut Tom's shirt off, laying him on his back so his bare chest was exposed. After examining him for a bit, and ignoring Tom's whimpers, he flipped him over so his back faced up. With his knife, he carefully started to carve SS into his back. At the arc of the first S, Tom started to scream as loud as he could. Dash stopped for a second while Tom cried. "Shut up or it will be deeper!" Dash then continued to cut Tom while Tom grimaced silently Tom got through the whole first S without much more then a whimper. As Dash finished, he started the second S by digging the knife deeper into his body. Tom cried out in pain, so Dash continued to apply the same amount of pressure the whole time, amongst Tom's cries of anguish.
When Dash finished, he examined his work. He tore another strip from Tom's shirt and wiped away the pools of blood. A surprisingly neat SS is all that is left on his back. The first was the size of shoulder blade to shoulder blade and the second was the same size, but under it. Dash wondered to himself whether it would be a scar or not. Dash then picked up the limp halfling and tied the blindfold around his weary head. He carried him all the way to the woods west of Trollsbane and leaft him.
"Talk again and you will have S's twice as deep all over your body, then I will kill you. You must now make a public apology. Use your imagination." Dash then unbound him, removing the blindfold and walked away without looking back.
Thomas visually panicked. He started to stammer, beads of perspiration where already on his brow. "Wha... How... What... What do you want?"
"You remember what i said? You know what is going to happen now right?"
Thomas then started to shout, "Help! A thief is ---"
Dash was upon him, cornered him and punched him in the stomach. Thomas nearly retched with with pain as he doubled over. "You knew this would happen. This is your own fault Tom," said Dash. He then proceeded to gagging him with an old sock and tying his hands behind his back with the rope he always kept with him, after kicking him to the floor. Dash then hoisted him up by his tied hands and pushed him forward. "March!" he ordered. "Actually... wait," he said as he tore a piece of clothe from his shirt and tied it around his head, covering his eyes. "Now march."
After an unsteady trek of Thomas falling and Dash hoisting him up after giving him a kick each time, they arrived to their destination. It was meeting place 'delta.' After making him climb a ladder blindfolded they sat down on a log facing a campsite. He unfastened his blindfold and took the gag out of his mouth but kept him tied.
"Scream all you want, no one will hear you here."
"What is it you want from me?"
"From you? Nothing anymore, just want you to die. ...and you will."
"No please! I have a wife and children back home!"
"Better prey to the gods that someone takes care of them," Dash says as he pulls a single dagger.
"Noo! I am sorry! I'll take it back!"
"Can that work?" Dash thought to himself. "We will see how long you last, maybe I won't kill you after all."
Dash then punches him in the face as hard as he can with a quick powerful punch. As Thomas was sprawled out on the floor Dash tied his feet together. Dash then took his dagger and cut Tom's shirt off, laying him on his back so his bare chest was exposed. After examining him for a bit, and ignoring Tom's whimpers, he flipped him over so his back faced up. With his knife, he carefully started to carve SS into his back. At the arc of the first S, Tom started to scream as loud as he could. Dash stopped for a second while Tom cried. "Shut up or it will be deeper!" Dash then continued to cut Tom while Tom grimaced silently Tom got through the whole first S without much more then a whimper. As Dash finished, he started the second S by digging the knife deeper into his body. Tom cried out in pain, so Dash continued to apply the same amount of pressure the whole time, amongst Tom's cries of anguish.
When Dash finished, he examined his work. He tore another strip from Tom's shirt and wiped away the pools of blood. A surprisingly neat SS is all that is left on his back. The first was the size of shoulder blade to shoulder blade and the second was the same size, but under it. Dash wondered to himself whether it would be a scar or not. Dash then picked up the limp halfling and tied the blindfold around his weary head. He carried him all the way to the woods west of Trollsbane and leaft him.
"Talk again and you will have S's twice as deep all over your body, then I will kill you. You must now make a public apology. Use your imagination." Dash then unbound him, removing the blindfold and walked away without looking back.
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Thomas Greenbottom
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Tom walks into the tavern and sees one of his close friends, who immediately asks,
"Greetings Thomas, are you okay? I just found out you were kidnapped. I heard that Fast Eddy did it? Is that true?!"
Tom shifts uneasily and speaks slowly,
"What? You actually believed me?! Eddy and I are... Good friends... and we were just playing a practical joke! No harm done! Geez, People on Gobiath are gullible..."
Tom forces himself to laugh, but all that comes out is a nervous squeak. Seeming a little confused the friend said,
"Oh? I ... guess that's funny. Good one Tom..."
The friend leaves the tavern and pats him on the back quite roughly, obviously upset. Tom cringes at the pain that soars through his body, then began to sob quietly at his seat.
"Greetings Thomas, are you okay? I just found out you were kidnapped. I heard that Fast Eddy did it? Is that true?!"
Tom shifts uneasily and speaks slowly,
"What? You actually believed me?! Eddy and I are... Good friends... and we were just playing a practical joke! No harm done! Geez, People on Gobiath are gullible..."
Tom forces himself to laugh, but all that comes out is a nervous squeak. Seeming a little confused the friend said,
"Oh? I ... guess that's funny. Good one Tom..."
The friend leaves the tavern and pats him on the back quite roughly, obviously upset. Tom cringes at the pain that soars through his body, then began to sob quietly at his seat.
Sitting there, sunken in himself he had not noticed, as she had stepped through the entrance, and walked behind the counter, the head up high. Nodding weary to Borgate, the person reached for a hidden place in the bottle shelves and passed the counter again, towards the cellars door.She barely took a look at the man, still a head full of the work, done this day.
Only a thoght of selfpity crossed the mind.
Then just as a hand reached the doorknob, and she carefully took a look over her shoulder to check for followers with mischiefous intention, her eyes fell on the blood soaked back of the fellow.
The hand clutched painfully to the handle, as a remembrance on her right shoulderblade lit in ardent presence.
Images of the past clashed like a wave on her, and pressed the lungs empty with a single grasp.
She swallowed, to chase the trembing from her words to come, and arouse her voice, as calm as possible:
"Hey there, this looks serious..."
With a puppetlike motion beckogning him to follow her, whilst she opened the door, trying to scurry grief from the face of hers.
"Let me have a look..and give you some donf..."
Without another word stepping backward through the door, she turned back, the left hand resting on the knob, the right slightly risen, opened towards him.
Her person was not truly trust inspiring, dressed in dark manyfold robes, all covered with red stitchings,
and with unusual heavy, metal enforced boots.
But the grimaces of selfpity disarranging her face, spoke more than words could have done.
Only a thoght of selfpity crossed the mind.
Then just as a hand reached the doorknob, and she carefully took a look over her shoulder to check for followers with mischiefous intention, her eyes fell on the blood soaked back of the fellow.
The hand clutched painfully to the handle, as a remembrance on her right shoulderblade lit in ardent presence.
Images of the past clashed like a wave on her, and pressed the lungs empty with a single grasp.
She swallowed, to chase the trembing from her words to come, and arouse her voice, as calm as possible:
"Hey there, this looks serious..."
With a puppetlike motion beckogning him to follow her, whilst she opened the door, trying to scurry grief from the face of hers.
"Let me have a look..and give you some donf..."
Without another word stepping backward through the door, she turned back, the left hand resting on the knob, the right slightly risen, opened towards him.
Her person was not truly trust inspiring, dressed in dark manyfold robes, all covered with red stitchings,
and with unusual heavy, metal enforced boots.
But the grimaces of selfpity disarranging her face, spoke more than words could have done.
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Thomas Greenbottom
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Tom looked up at the girl and shook his head slowly. He didn't want help. He couldn't get help. If Eddy found out...
He thought to himself,
I just don't know what to do... I tried to get help, but he still found me. And I know if I do it again, the next time he'll kill me, maybe even hurt my wife... or... little Nathan. Ugh... why did I even go to Varshikar? Let alone trust someone named Fast Eddy to have a worthwhile business proposition...
He turned and hopped off his stool, smiling slightly to the girl as he made his way for the door. He began to wander now, just through the streets of Troll's Bane. Several people came up to greet him, but he merely nodded to their direction. After a couple hours of feeling sorry for himself, he went to the smithy,
Well, I'll just work. I'll only think about work. Maybe... I can just forget about this...
Tom set an iron ingot on the anvil and hammered loudly, a contorted frown across his face.
He thought to himself,
I just don't know what to do... I tried to get help, but he still found me. And I know if I do it again, the next time he'll kill me, maybe even hurt my wife... or... little Nathan. Ugh... why did I even go to Varshikar? Let alone trust someone named Fast Eddy to have a worthwhile business proposition...
He turned and hopped off his stool, smiling slightly to the girl as he made his way for the door. He began to wander now, just through the streets of Troll's Bane. Several people came up to greet him, but he merely nodded to their direction. After a couple hours of feeling sorry for himself, he went to the smithy,
Well, I'll just work. I'll only think about work. Maybe... I can just forget about this...
Tom set an iron ingot on the anvil and hammered loudly, a contorted frown across his face.