Trafficking is Bad - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
25/1/476
Log
Outside the freeswords guilds sits an obese male small folk Savannah Cat with four smaller beautifully dressed Lynxs fanning him. His tunic is covered in the stains of various food as he waits for response to his letter. He is sweating heavily and smells similar spoiled meat. Ornate rings are stuck to his fat fingers as his various jewelry glitters in the sunlight. "When with those sell swords start lining up for me. The Great Zen doesn't wish to wait much long." He wheezes.
Arimia wanders out of the guild, checking through her things with her large, spiked golem following after her. She gives a sneer of disgust at seeing the cat, then walks up to him, saying, "So you're the fat slob lookin' for some help?" She gives a small shake of her head and moves a short way away from the smell of the sweating small folk and says, "Well I'll escort ya for the coin, but with the way that letter was worded, you ain't gonna get many others."
Bite slithers into the Freeswords' and waves to Arimia, before taking note of the feline. She tilts her head and hisses "I'll escort you sssweetie, i'd be more than happy to." with a smile. The smile slowly turns to a smirk as she thinks she might make some money out of this. She flicks her tail against the ground and says "I'm Bite, where am I taking you?"
Zen look at Arimia as he would a bug, "Look ladies one of the ruffian children is making fun at my expense. I love a good joke. Sure we could use another laborer." His gaze turns to bite and he give a toothy smile. "My My, I rarely gazed upon such a unique female. I've always wondered, do you shed?" He look at her curiously, "No matter. I will hire you and the child. I would like to be Taken through the east forest path to the quarry to pick up my supplies then escorted to my home in the drytongue flats. There I will drop of my supply and be free of folk looking to take my head."
Arimia lets out a low growl, accompanying it with a flick of a wrist, causing a flame to spring up on the Cat's seat. Her golem stomps over then and roughly lifts him out of his, now burning, chair. "I am a Cliffside trained mage an' one of, if not the foremost golem makers in this entire city. If not both Sweetwater an' Cliffside. Call me a child, or anythin' disparigin' again an' I'll drag you down into the Kindcraft mines an' leave you there. Clear?" She smiles and has her golem drop the feline, then makes it move over to put out the fire on the chair. By stomping on it. "Now. You're hirin' us to protect you. Not to abuse us. An' if you try, I'll abuse you back in a very physical manner."
Bite giggles and shakes her head. "Everyone sheds in some way sssweetie." she hisses and tilts her head, not sure if it's true or not. She waits to see how he reacts to Arimia's actions, unsure if this will cut her pay or not. She decides to be extra nice in the future portions of this mission.
The Savannah Cat hits the ground with a thud. "Foul Harlot. Is this how the firmament behaves? I should report this to your king." His females help him up as one of them uses a small bit of earth magic to make a new chair out of stone. Zen growls sitting in his chair, "You lack manners and grace, 1000000 will be deducted from both of your pay." He claps his hands and his chairs legs begin to walk themselves as two of his females begin to cast complex math over it.
Arimia scowls at the cat and says, "Feel free. But it ain't gonna get you nothing you fat blob." She turns and walks along beside the chair, though leaving some distance between her and the cat. An' you ain't deductin' anything from our pay. I'm assumin' you know what a seller's market is? This is one of those. You need us. You don' pay us, an' it ain't just gonna be the headhunters you have to worry about."
Bite seems almost stunned in place as she contemplates the situation, and the fact that she may have just lost a million crowns for something she didn't even do. Her smile slowly fades and a bitter look overtakes her. She shakes her head and hisses "If you want my help let's get going sssweetie."
"Your as bad as those ruffians in the little hovel they have outside of town. Why can't you be somewhat elegant and graceful the rumors of this city much be the same as the terrible Shunty... Scanty... erm I forget the name of the horrid place. I wish to be free of this place as soon as I can." He points to one of his servants who speeds up the chair while the other widens it to accomidate the five of them. "Yes lets get going To the forest then to home."
Arimia clenches a hand in a fist and says "I warned you." That said she has her golem scoop up the fat feline and starts leading it toward the gate, cheerfully saying, "You're lucky! You're going to get your own guided tour to the depths of the Kindcraft mines! Finding your way back out, however, is somethin' you'll need to manage on your own!"
Bite slithers after Arimia, thinking it may be a bit much but not in the mood to object. She merely follows silently.
"Unhand me." He screams as his females simply follow the Golem. "Husband, Would you please allow us to speak with her?" One of the females ask, "YES YES Just get her to stop this thing." With smiles the lynx looks at Arimia and leans close to her ear, "Do you plan to kill him? This would be most unwise, he is a small fry that cannot hope to match you in a fair fight. Would you really want to leave four widows." A gleam appears in girls eyes before she leans in close to Arimia and whispers something in her ear.
Arimia gives a small scowl at the woman and says, "I wasn't gonna kill him. He would survive. Kinda. Maybe a bit... Changed." As she says the last word one of her tentacles slips out from under her cloak before disappearing beneath it again. At the whispered words her golem idly tosses the cat to the ground and the 'coon walks up to him, saying, "Listen' an' listen well, 'cause if this don' penetrate the layers of fat around your skull you're gonna have problems. You will be kind an' respectful. Your wealth don' mean shit to me. If you say one unkind word to anyone, anyone at all, while I'm around you won' get another chance. Clear?"
Bite looks like she's about to say something but stops when the feline is placed on the ground. She looks over everyone and watches for the cats next action.
Look at Arimia and makes a series of strange hand guests. Two of the four lynx's giggle, "Crystal." He says with smug look. He begins using hand gestures to direct his servants. "I assume the rumors of Kindcraft are true." He says before another series of gestures which cause the lead lynx to snort, "I doubt it, husband." She says as they begin to form another moving chair from under him. This one is noticable defended with a honeycombed dome around him to protect him from attacker. "Shall we carry on?" He says in a polite smile.
Arimia doesn't seem perturbed by the giggling as she starts moving again. She completely ignores the cat, though she does murmurs something to the lynx who spoke to her.
Bite begins preparing something as she proceeds to follow Zen, and Arimia. She liberates a hug from the raccoon briefly.
The trips goes relatively safely until the group spots some a group of robed canines with eye patches over their left eyes. "Zen! DIE!" The leader, a doberman heavy folk with scars all over his face throws a single blade at Zen and follows up with two more blade for his neariest wives.
Arimia quickly speaks a mathmagical equation creating a gust of wind that acts like a solid wall of air to stop the knives flying at the two female lynxes, though the one flying at Zen continues to do so.
