The Spot

by **Tyrek** on January 27th, 2014, 10:52 pm

Day 37 of Winter in the Year 513 AV

"You'll be hearing from me soon..." The Svefra began to turn away from the bar when the man's hand whipped out and wrapped itself around Tyrek's wrist. He did his best to keep a neutral face and not jerk his hand free. He didn't think the bartender meant any harm by it.

"The names, Tyrek Velkor."

by **Inoadar** on February 1st, 2014, 10:10 pm

Inoadar stepped back into the tavern after only a couple of days. He made his way indirectly to the bar. He still had a number of "patients" back at the NMSS who thought they had some ghastly skin disease. They would keep. It was just the charade he'd invented to cover the dispatch of the girl he'd been hired for.

That job was now done, but the continuing detail of stretching out the alleged disease was equally important. Though he was not getting paid for that aspect of this scheme, it would garner some prestige and recognition for this new enterprise, something his partners, Amolina and Valerius, would certainly not object to.

Bohir came over to him, his look never quite as friendly as it had been before Valerius and Inoadar had interrogated his serving wench, Alice Lark. He felt a brief pang of regret that his relationship with this capable bartender and odd job organizer had soured somewhat. Bohir Adams had become an indispensable part of Ravok's seedy side.

"Affair Breaker" is finished, friend. The woman did not indicate that I should need to mention any more than that." He ordered his usual ale and turned to look back into the common room. Alice would not look at him as he waited for the usual sound of a small cloth pouch, weighted with gold mizas, to plunk down on the bar. He hoped he could recover his amiable association with Bohir soon. He had his doubts anything would ever be the same with Alice.

by **Abstract** on February 2nd, 2014, 2:21 pm

Bhoir glanced up with a small scowl as Inoadar approached. It was true, he hadn't appreciated the interrogation... but business was business, and he couldn't exactly ignore the poisoner. Instead, he nodded stiffly and stared at his book, flipping through a few pages until he found the job. "Yea. Here," he said gruffly, still not looking at the man.

Without another word, he turned and left for a few moments, before coming back with a small cloth sack of coins that jingled audibly. "Fifty gold mizas, as promised," he stated, shoving the money at Inoadar, then ignoring him outright.

by **Miro** on February 9th, 2014, 7:15 am

27th day of Winter, 513 AV

Miro walked into the Spot and looked to Bohir's bar, but hesitated. He had done his designated job, but sought to earn a bit more money. The fact that he was here to claim his reward was proof enough of that. The undead hobbled his way to the board and scanned for a job with high pay, any he was suitable for. Finally he found his pick and tore it down. It was an excellent bounty, a full hundred Miza. It would definitely solve his money problems for a while.

The Chained One made his way for the bar, now with a bit of pep in his limp. He slammed the job down. Miro proudly spoke of his last task's completion in a roaring voice. "Miro to claim reward on my last job. The rival removal was a complete success. Handled it with ease. Now I would like to request this one, about the runaway slave. If you would be so kind as to give me the details, I'll get to fixin' this problem right away." By now the undead would hope Bohir had grown used to the Mask of Many, but the man never seemed to.

by **Abstract** on February 9th, 2014, 2:32 pm

Bohir glanced up to see Miro's mask, paled a little, then remembered the customer. He forced a blank expression on his face as he nodded, still a little unnerved by the sight. "Right" he said, quieter than usual, fetching the reimancer his money before pushing open the book he always had.

"Mm.. you'll get 100 for that. Guy seems to want some documents from the slave... they're really important. You might want to talk to him about it... the details are here." Not looking at the mask seemed to make him calmer, so he stared at the book's pages as he passed a small slip of parchment to Miro as well.

by **Amolina** on March 4th, 2014, 8:01 am

Timestamp: Day 2 of Spring 514 AV

It had been a while ... and Amolina was only in for a quick look at the job board. She wasn't broke, but the investment in a 1/3 sare of the Nitrozian-Moletta research project had made a dent in her wallet. And though her actress career had been a bit more successful than usual in the winter, who could know it that would last or not? A performer could be the darling of the city one season, just to be totally forgotten again the next...Also, life had its sudden unexpected expenses, and it was best to be prepared.

Abortion.

This wasn't what was written on the paper slip though. It said : "Young woman of good family seeking reliable medical advice for curing an inconvenient stomach disease. Discretion is a must." But the wage was 80 gold mizas, so it went without saying what this "disease" must be.

The slip had been on the board for a while...she remembered it from her stop at the tavern in early winter, with the stranger Rheon Blueheart. This meant the so called "disease" had gone on for a at least one whole season - or was it even more ?

Oh, well.

She picked the ad from the board and went over to Bohir Adams.

"Is this job still valid ? In that case I'd like to meet the patient and investigate if there is something I can do for her. I'm Nurse at the Nitrozian-Moletta Sanitary Station. I offer professional medical care. And with full discretion of course."

She also had a condition for taking on the job though.

"But I want to say from start that the treatment must depend on what I find medically safe and possible. It won't do to leave it up to the patient to decide the treatment, as people with stomach diseases tend to be a bit confused. So I will only take this job if I'm guaranteed to be paid the 80 gold mizas, no matter what the treatment and the outcome of it will be. If it's possible, I would prefer to be paid in advance !"

by **Abstract** on March 4th, 2014, 6:23 pm

Bohir nodded at the question. "Alright... you sound quite qualified anyways. You will need to speak to the clients about the condition, however... it's not my place to decide." He shrugged, and passed over the address and names.

"Good luck," he added with a small smile, scribbling down the name in his book.

by **Inoadar** on March 9th, 2014, 6:24 am

12th day of Spring, 514

Inoadar paused at the door. A spike of disgust surged through him. Disgust with himself. Why was he so self-conscious? It was true he wanted to regain the amiable relationship he'd had with the owner and operator of this odd-job circuit. But he'd done nothing truly wrong. Bohir had no reason to carry a grudge.

But that wasn't even the point. It was the fact that he was letting it bother him. Caring...It was the preamble to weakness. He pushed it down and walked in, casting around for Alice. She saw him and turned away quickly. There was a customer near the job board, waving for her attention. Inoadar stood away to let her take the man's order without having to suffer his presence.

Alice flashed a look that carried just a hint of something that might have been appreciation at him and returned to the general floor. Inoadar stepped up to the job board, looking for tasks that suited him. For a moment he chuckled at the thought that one of these jobs might be targeting him now. It had happened before, though that had only been his ledger, not his life.

He took a second, more serious look at the job listings, seeing if any named a target that might be himself. There was one, "Last Meal", that was a possibility. He carried it up to the bar and gave it to Bohir, the barkeep, to see how he reacted. If the man refused to let him take the job, he'd make a point of being more on his guard for a while.

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by **Abstract** on March 17th, 2014, 9:33 pm

Bohir took the sheet of paper from Inoadar wordlessly, refusing to look him in the eyes. He'd gotten over the insult, it was true... but he wasn't going to tell Nolan that. He'd just keep his mouth shut and scowl.

He paged through his book, the cover looking remarkably new and red. In fact, the job listed was early on the page. If Inoadar looked closely, the older volume would be nearby, in case anyone came back with older jobs. "Here," he said gruffly, removing another sheet and trading it for the poison keepers. Then, as if little else had happened, he shut the book and shuffled off to tend to a customer.

Info :

by **Daegron** on March 20th, 2014, 2:52 pm

Spring 9th, 514AV
early afternoon

The spot looked exactly as he thought it would. Much like those dim and ill-reputed places he used to frequent, though fairly cleaner. The Ravosalamen had proven to be an excellent source of information about the city when the coin was right. And they were far friendlier than anyone else when speaking to an outsider like himself.

As he walked inside, he was pleasantly greeted by the heavy smoke and the smell of alcohol raced into his nostrils. As homely as it could be, in a place so unfriendly as Ravok. He looked around the establishment and after pausing his gaze on the lute player in the distant corner, he finally spotted a notice board to his left. It was mere moments later that his attention was stolen by the passing of a wench; as saucy as he'd always dreamed. Resisting the urge to just follow her dancing curves and with his gaze fixed on her buttocks, he walked slowly to the notice board nearly bumping into it. It was a good thing that she disappeared behind the counter because he could finally concentrate on the real reason he entered this tavern.

The job board was filled with notices, so it took him a little while to pick something that he thought he could do. The notice said "Kneecapper" and it reminded him of a few instances not too long ago. It was clear to him that this would be some sort of illegal activity that involved violence, and he had no qualms about it. He guessed that he could take on the job, so he went straight to the bar and after getting the attention of the man who seemed to be in charge, he nodded a greeting and passed him the note.

"I need more information on this job."

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