Entry 6, Part 1
I was, indeed followed, and this hasn't ended well.
Frandrin Andrin Mandrin and I have had a long talk and some things have come to light. But it took someone smashing their way through his mansion with an axe to put us on the same page.
I'll make two entries. One, about the mad axe miqo'te, and the second about what was discussed as his servants mopped blood up off the floor.
I need to avoid politicians in the future.
I was eating dinner in Frandrin's massive dinning room when he returned home. It was late and Fradrin, despite welcoming me warmly, asked that he could have the satchel and discuss payment in the morning. I've smuggled on and off for the lalafell for years so I'm not concerned with a cross so agreed since I had a guest room already. It was a fine night as the lalafel turned in and the butler continued to pour expensive whiskey into my glass till I succumbed to the drink.
Truth be told, I drank too much, as usual, and don't recall anything till I heard the banging. It was loud and thunderous and reverberated around the first floor.
I raised my head and checked the hour on a clock in the hall as I staggered out of the dinning room towards the source of the nose. Apprehensive, I pulled two of the four revolvers Ratio had built for me and eased into the large room before the front door. The door was shaking from a tremendous force and the elezen butler, clad in only a robe, was already at the door, and slid open a section to peer out and say something I didn't make out.
The voice that returned was more a growl and I froze as I heard it mention my name and that whoever it was knew I was inside.
The butler politely told the person to fuck off and that was the wrong call. The door slammed in on its hinges as it dragged the butler away and bashed him between the wall and the door.
Stepping in from the darkness of the Goblet streets, looking like a thing from the hells itself, stood the armored head-hunter I had avoided earlier, his lone, white eye blazing as his massive axe spun in his grip.
"Therrre you arrre." the bounty hunter leered as he stepped into the room, his metal cover body clanking as he moved.
Yeah, I'll admit I turned and ran. My initial reaction to danger has always been to try and avoid first and fight second. And, at the moment, I didn't realize I had nowhere to run and no real great escape options. I ran down the marble hall, my bare feet slapping as the iron monster stormed behind. I looked back to see that great axe head swinging at me like the wrath of all Twelve. I threw myself into a room as the axe missed and caused a section of the wall to explode into an aerial dance of splinters.
I entered the large ballroom. It was filled with tables and and various furniture that was clearly used for large parties. The entire wall opposite the door had been cut out and replaced by a window overlooking the lower sections of the Goblet. The night sky was slowly warming with the far off, but inevitable, light of the dawn and the sounds of confused servants filled the rooms above.
The bounty hunter filled the door as he surged across the room, swinging at me as I retreated. Tables were cleaved, pianos ruined, and a great, gorgeous golden harp was hacked in two. But I managed to avoid that hunk of lethal steel as I backpedaled wildly. Thinking now, I was panicked, because I had forgotten about the twin firearms in my hands as my need for survival selected flight over fight and it wasn't until the axe sailed and nicked my shoulder, drawing a spray of blood, did the urge to fight kick in.
I recalled the weights and my mind focused in desperation. I spun and fired.
The bullet tore into the man's gut and stopped him, dropping him to a knee as he coughed, blood oozing through the iron plates onto the floor.
I'm not sure which I was more impressed with: how well Ratio and Corvus had crafted the firearms and the armor-punching rounds, or the fact that I had missed so badly. I had only been aiming at his knee after all.
I backed up more, placing my spine against the great window, both weapons aimed at the male as I chewed my lip.
His breaths began to grow faster, angrier, and he began to snarl as one thought kept going through my head:
Don't make me kill you, don't make me kill you, don't make me kill you
"Don't make me kill you." I whispered softly, chewing my lip.
The bounty hunter roared and rushed me. I opened fire, pouring round after round into the iron man. Blood splattered across the floor but on he came. I went wide-eyed as my weapons emptied and I threw them at him and jumped aside as he brought the weapon down at my head.
The window exploded as the axe slammed into it instead of me.
I hit the ground and rolled, pulling out my second brace of firearms. I rose and looked at the hunched male. He was breathing heaving, blood staining his armor. Our eyes locked and I saw pain in those white irises of his. I drew the hammer back on my weapons. But then lowered both of them.
A shot rang out and the bounty hunter jerked backwards out the window and went tumbling down the slope of Fanrdin's garden, ripping up rose shrubs as he went.
I turned to see Frandin's elezen butler standing there with a smoking firearm held in both hands. His face was a bloody mess but he was composed as he he lowered the weapon.
"What the blazes is going...my ballroom!" Frandrin waddled in on his short, stumpy legs and looked around in horror at the damaged done to his property.
"Oh don't mind me, I'm fine." I shot sarcastically, lowering the hammers of my weapons.
"Tray!" Frandrin looked at me and then the pools of blood. "What-" he was interrupted as a cleaning staff, in their sleeping attire, was rushed in by the butler to begin tiding up the mess.
"'What' is what we need to talk about." I growled, eyeing the small monetarist. "Whatever I just brought you has had more snoops and complications associated with it than I care to mention and I think I deserve a damn explanation!"
"What did this?" Fradnin inquired.
"An uncouth man who is currently in our garden." the butler explained to his master. "I'll go and -tidy up- the garden, sir." the butler left as the few maids yawned as they mopped, clearly confused but not at all concerned about the blood on the floor. Frandrin paid them extremely well for a reason after all. Their silence.
Frandrin eyed me and jerked his head.
"My study." he turned and left and I followed after him, seeking answers.
Answers I'm somewhat sorry I got.
I was, indeed followed, and this hasn't ended well.
Frandrin Andrin Mandrin and I have had a long talk and some things have come to light. But it took someone smashing their way through his mansion with an axe to put us on the same page.
I'll make two entries. One, about the mad axe miqo'te, and the second about what was discussed as his servants mopped blood up off the floor.
I need to avoid politicians in the future.
I was eating dinner in Frandrin's massive dinning room when he returned home. It was late and Fradrin, despite welcoming me warmly, asked that he could have the satchel and discuss payment in the morning. I've smuggled on and off for the lalafell for years so I'm not concerned with a cross so agreed since I had a guest room already. It was a fine night as the lalafel turned in and the butler continued to pour expensive whiskey into my glass till I succumbed to the drink.
Truth be told, I drank too much, as usual, and don't recall anything till I heard the banging. It was loud and thunderous and reverberated around the first floor.
I raised my head and checked the hour on a clock in the hall as I staggered out of the dinning room towards the source of the nose. Apprehensive, I pulled two of the four revolvers Ratio had built for me and eased into the large room before the front door. The door was shaking from a tremendous force and the elezen butler, clad in only a robe, was already at the door, and slid open a section to peer out and say something I didn't make out.
The voice that returned was more a growl and I froze as I heard it mention my name and that whoever it was knew I was inside.
The butler politely told the person to fuck off and that was the wrong call. The door slammed in on its hinges as it dragged the butler away and bashed him between the wall and the door.
Stepping in from the darkness of the Goblet streets, looking like a thing from the hells itself, stood the armored head-hunter I had avoided earlier, his lone, white eye blazing as his massive axe spun in his grip.
"Therrre you arrre." the bounty hunter leered as he stepped into the room, his metal cover body clanking as he moved.
Yeah, I'll admit I turned and ran. My initial reaction to danger has always been to try and avoid first and fight second. And, at the moment, I didn't realize I had nowhere to run and no real great escape options. I ran down the marble hall, my bare feet slapping as the iron monster stormed behind. I looked back to see that great axe head swinging at me like the wrath of all Twelve. I threw myself into a room as the axe missed and caused a section of the wall to explode into an aerial dance of splinters.
I entered the large ballroom. It was filled with tables and and various furniture that was clearly used for large parties. The entire wall opposite the door had been cut out and replaced by a window overlooking the lower sections of the Goblet. The night sky was slowly warming with the far off, but inevitable, light of the dawn and the sounds of confused servants filled the rooms above.
The bounty hunter filled the door as he surged across the room, swinging at me as I retreated. Tables were cleaved, pianos ruined, and a great, gorgeous golden harp was hacked in two. But I managed to avoid that hunk of lethal steel as I backpedaled wildly. Thinking now, I was panicked, because I had forgotten about the twin firearms in my hands as my need for survival selected flight over fight and it wasn't until the axe sailed and nicked my shoulder, drawing a spray of blood, did the urge to fight kick in.
I recalled the weights and my mind focused in desperation. I spun and fired.
The bullet tore into the man's gut and stopped him, dropping him to a knee as he coughed, blood oozing through the iron plates onto the floor.
I'm not sure which I was more impressed with: how well Ratio and Corvus had crafted the firearms and the armor-punching rounds, or the fact that I had missed so badly. I had only been aiming at his knee after all.
I backed up more, placing my spine against the great window, both weapons aimed at the male as I chewed my lip.
His breaths began to grow faster, angrier, and he began to snarl as one thought kept going through my head:
Don't make me kill you, don't make me kill you, don't make me kill you
"Don't make me kill you." I whispered softly, chewing my lip.
The bounty hunter roared and rushed me. I opened fire, pouring round after round into the iron man. Blood splattered across the floor but on he came. I went wide-eyed as my weapons emptied and I threw them at him and jumped aside as he brought the weapon down at my head.
The window exploded as the axe slammed into it instead of me.
I hit the ground and rolled, pulling out my second brace of firearms. I rose and looked at the hunched male. He was breathing heaving, blood staining his armor. Our eyes locked and I saw pain in those white irises of his. I drew the hammer back on my weapons. But then lowered both of them.
A shot rang out and the bounty hunter jerked backwards out the window and went tumbling down the slope of Fanrdin's garden, ripping up rose shrubs as he went.
I turned to see Frandin's elezen butler standing there with a smoking firearm held in both hands. His face was a bloody mess but he was composed as he he lowered the weapon.
"What the blazes is going...my ballroom!" Frandrin waddled in on his short, stumpy legs and looked around in horror at the damaged done to his property.
"Oh don't mind me, I'm fine." I shot sarcastically, lowering the hammers of my weapons.
"Tray!" Frandrin looked at me and then the pools of blood. "What-" he was interrupted as a cleaning staff, in their sleeping attire, was rushed in by the butler to begin tiding up the mess.
"'What' is what we need to talk about." I growled, eyeing the small monetarist. "Whatever I just brought you has had more snoops and complications associated with it than I care to mention and I think I deserve a damn explanation!"
"What did this?" Fradnin inquired.
"An uncouth man who is currently in our garden." the butler explained to his master. "I'll go and -tidy up- the garden, sir." the butler left as the few maids yawned as they mopped, clearly confused but not at all concerned about the blood on the floor. Frandrin paid them extremely well for a reason after all. Their silence.
Frandrin eyed me and jerked his head.
"My study." he turned and left and I followed after him, seeking answers.
Answers I'm somewhat sorry I got.
