Today marks part two of the further adventures of Corso as he struggles with the danger he has gotten himself into, as written by our squishy human Jeremy Tully.
Part 2, Written by Jeremy Tully
Corso was pacing a section of wooden floor in a dingy warehouse on the darker side of town in Dagger Falls. He wasn’t quite sure which would go first, the wooden floorboards or the soles of his leather boots. If the twins didn’t get here soon he’d end up finding out.
The sound of a door knob clicking from the far side of the warehouse causes Corso to react, drawing his guns without thought. With both barrels aimed at the entry, he is ready to fire at a moment’s notice. The door opens slowly, with a small leathery green hand wrapping around the edge. “So help me Corso if you shoot me again, my brother and I will be very upset!”
“Thode, damn it what took you and Boog so long?”, asked Corso. “I’ve been waiting for over two hours!”
“We had to ditch a tail. I thought someone had started following us in the Market District and after that high profile stunt you pulled we couldn’t be too careful,” muttered Boog, trying to conceal his obvious frustration over the situation. They had paid for a quiet job, but instead a busy city street gets showered with breaking glass and falling bodies. Not exactly subtle by any stretch of the imagination.
Corso holsters his pistols slowly, keeping an eye on the door behind the goblin twins as Thode closes it. “Well if you think we might have watchers, let’s get some privacy.” With the wave of a hand Corso throws up a magical barrier that lines every surface inside the room with a transparent blue glow. The wooden floor shimmers with the paper thin sheet of mana that covers it, almost hiding the years of wear and tear. The door is slammed shut behind Thode by the magical barrier securing the room.
“Show off,” mutters Boog as he tries to hide his approval of Corso’s precautions.
“Let’s cut the small talk and get down to brass tacks,” states Corso. “There were security precautions in that office that you didn’t tell me about, not to mention the fact that they had a strike squad of city guards waiting to teleport. They got into that room far faster than they should have been able to… and let’s not even talk about the reinforcements that appeared on the outside ledge that I had to blast my way through. They…”
“They were expecting you,” interrupted Thode. “The contact that sold us the security information turned up dead just before midnight, right as you were busting your way out of a twenty story window. By the time we found this out, it was already too late to warn you.” As Thode spoke, his brother Boog paced the back of the room, his aura blasting a combination of frustration and panic across the astral space within the room.
“Contact dead? Who got to her?”
“Well from the combined look of fear and pain frozen on her face I would say it has to be the Inquisitors, and if that’s the case this means that the High Council is involved somehow. Those brain scramblers don’t get involved unless city security is somehow threatened.”
Corso bristled, something was wrong and he could feel it. Closing his eyes, he focused on the magical barrier that currently enveloped he and his compatriots. Searching every inch of the magical surface… and there it was; a subtle push on the astral plane.
“West wall, someone is pushing the barrier,” Corso says calmly. As he opened his eyes he looks down to see both of his guns drawn, locked and loaded.
“Scratch, Crawl, I need you both here,” Corso thought to his imp minions. Immediately after two quick blasts of smoke pop at the back of the room. Scratch and Crawl, both slender boney imps, stepped out from the smoke to stand at their master’s side.
“Gah!” Thode almost falls over reacting to the sounds of the imps sudden appearances. “Damn it, warn us first man!”
“Get ready, we have company coming. Someone is outside the west wall, pushing the barrier. If they know I’ve cast the barrier, then it’s only a matter of time before reinforcements arrive,” explains Corso. “While I have a few tricks up my sleeves, and the support of Scratch and Crawl, even I can’t hold off the Inquisitors.”
Crawl, a wingless Rattler Imp with wiry limbs and clawed fingers, quickly glanced at the west wall of the room and lets out a throaty hiss. “Master, they are here!”