by GameMaster Wed Sep 12, 2018 5:04 pm
Chougou pulls away from the dumpster and squeals down the street. He slips through the open junkyard doors and skids to a stop at the given coordinates amid a cloud of dust. When the dust clears, it quickly becomes apparent that you are not alone. The there are several bodies on the ground, and by the look of them they were well-equipped guards who are either dead or dying from a variety of blade wounds. It is quickly clear that there was apparently some kind of battle here and the victors are standing around the junk clearing.
There is a human in a business suit on his knees with a blade to his throat. The man holding the blade to his throat is dressed like... well like a ninja. A little updated with light protective black armor, but basically a straight up ninja from an old trideo movie. In fact, everyone standing around the clearing is also dressed in similar black garb.
The ninja holding the blade to the throat of the businessman says, "Thank you for your expediency, but your client will no longer be requiring the package. We will be happy to take it off of your hands and pay you whatever he was paying you if you just hand it over peacefully."
The business man struggles out, "You mustn't let them get the pack-!" but he never finishes his sentence as the ninja slits his throat and drops him face-first in the dirt. The ninja says, "Silence. Your opinion on the matter is neither needed nor appreciated." He then shifts his gaze back to the van and says, "So, do we have a deal or will you require further persuasion?"
The elf groans.
- She says in Elvish (for those of you who speak it), :
Ninjas? Are you fragin' kidding me? What is my life?