Post by DekuNut on Aug 27, 2016 22:12:00 GMT -8
A young man walks quietly into a back alley. Looking around, he knocks on a plain-looking wooden door. It opens slightly, and he sees a large man on the other side, peering out. Seeing the young man, the guard says but one word, "Speak."
"Name's Zap," the young man tells the guard, "Davi's been expecting me. We have a deal."
The guard nods, "She told me you were coming," he closes the door, rustles with the chains, then opens it the rest of the way, "Enter."
Zap nods. As he walks inside, he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. This isn't the first time he's had this feeling, but there's always something... unsettling, no matter how many times you feel the magics of a necromancer. He slowly ascends the winding staircase, and reaches a dark room with one more door. Knocking, he speaks, "William Zapp, here to speak with you, Davi."
"Please, Willie, feel free to enter," came the voice from the other side.
Zap walks inside, the... presence growing stronger with each step. Inside, a short asian woman is sitting on a mat on the floor, drinking tea. She gestures to another mat nearby, next to which sits a low table with another cup of tea, still hot. Zap crosses his legs to sit on the mat, and takes the second cup from the table, "Nice to see you again, Davi."
"Yes, yes, the same to you, Willie," she says off-handedly. Not exactly the most personable person, but it all makes sense, knowing who she is, "Now what brings you to me today?"
"As you no doubt know, I've been following a series of magical robberies that seem to be happening around the nation. Most recently, the robber's been seen here, in Kallam, at the home of one Master John Hilt. Hilt ended up like the rest of the robber's victims - deprived of air, and his clothing and skin torn, almost like he was cut by the wind itself. We're dealing with a powerful aeromancer here. We were wondering if you had any information on who this magician might be."
"Of course," Davi answers, smiling. She produces an envelope from her pocket, "I knew that would be it as soon as you called. The information you seek is in here. And what, pray tell, would you like to trade for it?"
"A favor," Zap answers, "As per the usual. Give me a soul to free."
Davi produces another envelope from thin air, "Of course, deary. This one should be write in your wheelhouse, as they say."
Zap takes both envelopes, "Thank you for the help, Davi."
"No," Davi replies, "Thank you. Now, before you leave, let's finish this tea, and have a nice chat, hm?"
"Name's Zap," the young man tells the guard, "Davi's been expecting me. We have a deal."
The guard nods, "She told me you were coming," he closes the door, rustles with the chains, then opens it the rest of the way, "Enter."
Zap nods. As he walks inside, he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. This isn't the first time he's had this feeling, but there's always something... unsettling, no matter how many times you feel the magics of a necromancer. He slowly ascends the winding staircase, and reaches a dark room with one more door. Knocking, he speaks, "William Zapp, here to speak with you, Davi."
"Please, Willie, feel free to enter," came the voice from the other side.
Zap walks inside, the... presence growing stronger with each step. Inside, a short asian woman is sitting on a mat on the floor, drinking tea. She gestures to another mat nearby, next to which sits a low table with another cup of tea, still hot. Zap crosses his legs to sit on the mat, and takes the second cup from the table, "Nice to see you again, Davi."
"Yes, yes, the same to you, Willie," she says off-handedly. Not exactly the most personable person, but it all makes sense, knowing who she is, "Now what brings you to me today?"
"As you no doubt know, I've been following a series of magical robberies that seem to be happening around the nation. Most recently, the robber's been seen here, in Kallam, at the home of one Master John Hilt. Hilt ended up like the rest of the robber's victims - deprived of air, and his clothing and skin torn, almost like he was cut by the wind itself. We're dealing with a powerful aeromancer here. We were wondering if you had any information on who this magician might be."
"Of course," Davi answers, smiling. She produces an envelope from her pocket, "I knew that would be it as soon as you called. The information you seek is in here. And what, pray tell, would you like to trade for it?"
"A favor," Zap answers, "As per the usual. Give me a soul to free."
Davi produces another envelope from thin air, "Of course, deary. This one should be write in your wheelhouse, as they say."
Zap takes both envelopes, "Thank you for the help, Davi."
"No," Davi replies, "Thank you. Now, before you leave, let's finish this tea, and have a nice chat, hm?"