Lord Culspiir’s Private Security Force
Sept 22, 2021 21:15:18 GMT -5
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Post by DM Private P on Sept 22, 2021 21:15:18 GMT -5
Heron “The Poison Blade” entered his hole in the wall room stealthily and lit a candle. He was taken aback seeing a man sitting in his favorite chair in the corner. “Hello there,” the man drawled, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Stars flooded his vision as rough hands grabbed him and tied him to a chair. As his vision cleared the man snapped his fingers in front of Heron’s face. “Still with us? Ahhh there you are,” the man said seeing Heron’s reaction, “Now then you’ve been a very bad boy. You and all those thieves you hired with your sticky fingers. Did you think Lord Culspiir doesn’t know what’s going on? Of course he does. Well I guess you all upset him enough to hire us and now we’re on the job. Keep that in mind next time.”
The man stood up and turned his back as if to leave causing Heron to smirk. He’d teach this fool why people called him the Poison Blade, oh how he’d get his revenge. Unfortunately, the man spun back on his heel and calmly stated, “Before I forget here’s a little lesson on what it means to cross us and Lord Culspiir.”
A lead sap appeared in the man’s hands quick and he whacked Heron in the jaw with it. The lead weighted sap broke Heron’s jaw and the air rushed out of his lungs from the pain. Rough hands reached forward and pushed Heron’s hands flat splaying his fingers on the arms of the chair. The talkative man took the sap and began to methodically crush each finger and thumb with the lead weight laughing at each of the breaking bones. “This is so you don’t forget,” the man snarled and slapped him with the weighted leather sack one more time and everything went black!
Stars flooded his vision as rough hands grabbed him and tied him to a chair. As his vision cleared the man snapped his fingers in front of Heron’s face. “Still with us? Ahhh there you are,” the man said seeing Heron’s reaction, “Now then you’ve been a very bad boy. You and all those thieves you hired with your sticky fingers. Did you think Lord Culspiir doesn’t know what’s going on? Of course he does. Well I guess you all upset him enough to hire us and now we’re on the job. Keep that in mind next time.”
The man stood up and turned his back as if to leave causing Heron to smirk. He’d teach this fool why people called him the Poison Blade, oh how he’d get his revenge. Unfortunately, the man spun back on his heel and calmly stated, “Before I forget here’s a little lesson on what it means to cross us and Lord Culspiir.”
A lead sap appeared in the man’s hands quick and he whacked Heron in the jaw with it. The lead weighted sap broke Heron’s jaw and the air rushed out of his lungs from the pain. Rough hands reached forward and pushed Heron’s hands flat splaying his fingers on the arms of the chair. The talkative man took the sap and began to methodically crush each finger and thumb with the lead weight laughing at each of the breaking bones. “This is so you don’t forget,” the man snarled and slapped him with the weighted leather sack one more time and everything went black!
