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Neela is about done with a long day of enforcer work.
It's simple work, to be clear. Remind people of the necessary church tithe of the orzhov, as well as it's raise last week, collect the money, note down any.. problems in your little ledger, make sure to take your cut, no one admits it but everyone does it. Of course you also ask people if there's been anyone troubling them. No one is allowed to cause harm to your flock after all, as long as they pay.
You are on your way back, when you freeze up. You don't know what's going on, but the shadow of the igniting street-lamps shining through the lights overhead, it almost... makes you think of something. Something.. you almost remember.
A robed woman steps up from the shadows to the dazed sleeper agent, extending a hand to her head, pulling out a blue-glowing line, reviewing it briefly...
Compliance is mandatory. Your personal interests are unimportant. You will obey.
Carefully, she pulls out a small strip of blue from her own head.. before inserting it among the longer strip of runes. Waving her hand, like a playful snake-tamer, the line of messages sneaks back towards and right back into Sleeper Agent 271's Head. Briefly hesitating, the robed woman smirks, extending a hand and giving the girls breast a good squeeze from behind. "Ugh.. stuff Orzhov plating. A necessary evil for you, isn't it, sleeper-slut."
You will forget about this. You will go to the Tenth district jail. Find a man named Nassius Ven. Assist in the task he has for you to the best of your ability. You will obey.
Neela shales her head. Nah, this was just her imagination. She really has no time to waste daydreaming either way. She needs to go to the jail.
(I'm taking your physical dimir-signet from you because it makes no sense for a sleeper agent. Instead, there's a tatoo on your chest that seems cute and decorative, but can be used to identify you as guild-sla.. servant of the Dimir.)
It's simple work, to be clear. Remind people of the necessary church tithe of the orzhov, as well as it's raise last week, collect the money, note down any.. problems in your little ledger, make sure to take your cut, no one admits it but everyone does it. Of course you also ask people if there's been anyone troubling them. No one is allowed to cause harm to your flock after all, as long as they pay.
You are on your way back, when you freeze up. You don't know what's going on, but the shadow of the igniting street-lamps shining through the lights overhead, it almost... makes you think of something. Something.. you almost remember.
A robed woman steps up from the shadows to the dazed sleeper agent, extending a hand to her head, pulling out a blue-glowing line, reviewing it briefly...
Compliance is mandatory. Your personal interests are unimportant. You will obey.
Carefully, she pulls out a small strip of blue from her own head.. before inserting it among the longer strip of runes. Waving her hand, like a playful snake-tamer, the line of messages sneaks back towards and right back into Sleeper Agent 271's Head. Briefly hesitating, the robed woman smirks, extending a hand and giving the girls breast a good squeeze from behind. "Ugh.. stuff Orzhov plating. A necessary evil for you, isn't it, sleeper-slut."
You will forget about this. You will go to the Tenth district jail. Find a man named Nassius Ven. Assist in the task he has for you to the best of your ability. You will obey.
Neela shales her head. Nah, this was just her imagination. She really has no time to waste daydreaming either way. She needs to go to the jail.
(I'm taking your physical dimir-signet from you because it makes no sense for a sleeper agent. Instead, there's a tatoo on your chest that seems cute and decorative, but can be used to identify you as guild-sla.. servant of the Dimir.)
"THAT'S IT GROR! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS IN THE FACE!" "Go ahead, I've been waiting for a proper good time fireface."
Fire plays over the staff of the Gruul-mage's staff as she glares at a minotaur, standing steadfast before her. That Minotaur was a tough one. Gror skullsmasher. Brianna knew he was tough, because he'd just been through kicking her butt. Wielding two clubs larger than either him or her made it hard to get into his melee range, and she was burning for a rematch. Although.. Juira, the flame-shamans claims were also interesting... if a bit rediculous.
"Trust me. The Izzet got some serious BOOM. And we ought to get our hands on it. They waste it breaking little Shitgoblins out of jails, rather than BREAK THE JAILS!"
The flame-shaman fist-pumped. This was an entirely reasonable question of course.
"Alright, how about this.. Bri. You go check out that jail. See if you can find the BOOM Fire-face is talking about. All we know, she's been indulging in too much fire-mead again. I'd go myself, but I can't get close to any azorius-buildings, you see, they are really pesky to deal with and.. wha..."
The last bit of that was interrupted, by a fireball hitting Gror in the face. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING DRUNK YOU SHITTAUR! YOU LITTLE MINO BITCH! JUST BECAUSE I DRANK TWO HORNS FULL DON'T MAKE ME WRONG!" "ALRIGHT THAT'S IT, IT'S BLUDGEONING TIME!"
Things went downhill from there, and although Bri kind of wanted to watch the fight, she suspected it would end as the last fight of these two had.. an outcome for which the two needed some privacy. Well, they did not, unashamed to do it in the wildernis like true gruul, but Bri needed some privacy from the drunk shaman shouting about Minotaur Dick. Perhaps she should check out this jail and what happened there instead?
Iris carefully watches the streets. She's finished her letter-deliverances for the day.. now, it is time for the real guild duties, a letter to herself, opening up before her, as usual, they were simple instructions.
Iris, my loyal servant,
Go to the Tenth district jail. Find a man named Nassius Ven. Assist in the task he has for you to the best of your ability. Do well, and you might be rewarded.
All hail Dimir.
p.s. Due to the potential importance of the matter, a sleeper-agent from another guild will be present to assist you, use her as you see fit. Identifying the sleeper agent correctly will be part of your tests.
As a suprise to no one, the letter slowly fades away, disintegrating with a flickering of black decay-magic, as if it had been aged for centuries in a mere moment, as soon as Iris finishes reading it. Failing her benefactor feels.... innately bad. She does not want to disappoint them, and that's definitly not just the indoctrination of house dimir speaking, here. So she makes her way down the back-alley streets of Ravnica, subtly slipping towards the tenth district
Iris, my loyal servant,
Go to the Tenth district jail. Find a man named Nassius Ven. Assist in the task he has for you to the best of your ability. Do well, and you might be rewarded.
All hail Dimir.
p.s. Due to the potential importance of the matter, a sleeper-agent from another guild will be present to assist you, use her as you see fit. Identifying the sleeper agent correctly will be part of your tests.
As a suprise to no one, the letter slowly fades away, disintegrating with a flickering of black decay-magic, as if it had been aged for centuries in a mere moment, as soon as Iris finishes reading it. Failing her benefactor feels.... innately bad. She does not want to disappoint them, and that's definitly not just the indoctrination of house dimir speaking, here. So she makes her way down the back-alley streets of Ravnica, subtly slipping towards the tenth district
"NICE ASS!" The devil hollered at Sikilla from behind, ready to dodge retaliatory attacks. "Seriously though, cutie, I got good.. and bad news for you. Both at once. A fuckin' Bloodwitch wants to see you.. Maybe you'll be in her next performance.. or maybe you pissed someone off.. maybe both!"
The devil chuckled, waving his forked glaive and accompanying Sikilla,.. if she let him.
"Hello there cutie! Love your hair!"
The blood-witch greeted, looking up from carving a skull. Into a skull. Said skull hummed ever so slightly with hellfire magic. Best not to ask for a demonstration. Unless Sikilla felt curious. "Good news, it's time for an assignment! Now before you give me any lip, ask the last one how it went."
She lifted another, more bloodied skull in one hand, it's jaw in another, to have it exclaim: "Oooh boy howdy, disagreeing with you sure was a stupid idea miss, I am mighty sorry!"
The witch tilted her head, observing Sikilla for a long moment, before nodding with satisfaction. "The Azorius got their panties all in a tussel about a jail-break incident. Now normally, we don't bother them, they don't bother us, but change of pace! You'll check it out, report back to me once the matter's resolved, one way or the other. Tenth district jail, talk to a.. Nasus... nassi.. whatever.. a pompous Vedalken. Actually, you don't have to talk to him, if you can find out what the Azorius are so fidgety about without him." She shrugged.
Life has been.. different, ever since your Gorgon captor decided to.. spare you. After seeding you with soothing, mind controlling mushrooms. Being from the Simic, you were not as intimidated by bodily changes as most, however, the.. smell, the rot of the undercity where the Golgari live, it was hard to get used to.. and harder to get used to not minding it anymore now.
Your mushrooms pulse, briefly lighting up in an eery, green glow of gulgari magic. Your body pulses with arousal. You begin to hear the aroused whispers of your own damned self. Yet you did what you knew had to be done to survive, and the essence of those lewd mushrooms is contained within you.. for now.
You pray that you can become strong enough to contain their influence and keep their control over you at bay.
Although the gorgon-mistress of the Golgari is not touching your body anymore, you can still feel them, clawing their way up from the deep recesses of your soul. Fighting to retain control, your thoughts turn towards the tenth district on the surface, perhaps there, within the imposing prison of the Azorius, you will find an answer... or perhaps, salvation...
Missara is shaken out of her afternoon meditation upon the green soil of Selesnya's temple gardens by a warm, gentle hand upon her shoulders. Someone getting this close to her during her meditation.. she opens her eyes to see a beautiful Dryad stand above her!
There is a strong urge to kneel, to embrace, to show the mighty dryad Missara's appreciation for the gentle attention brought upon her by the true-child of Mat'selesnya, but Missara does not.
There is no need to kneel, as they are all equal. A gentle nod of the Dryad after she thought that thought encourages her to stand.
"Beloved sister of ours. I come to request your aid. If it pleases and you wish to consider it."
The dryad nodded warmly. Of course Missara would consider doing anything for someone this kind.
"The World-tree speaks of several of the other guilds taking interest in a matter of the Azorius, a jailbreak, in the tenth district. Whilest we think nothing much of it, if you could look into this matter, just to ensure the safety of all, it would fill my heart with great joy."
She nodded encouragingly, waiting for Missara's answer. Of course, the human could refuse her superior if she wished to, with no reprecussions whatsoever, unlike there would be among some of the crueler guilds in the cityworld. She is free to choose, but to defend her beloved family here, agreeing to go on this mission would certainly be better.
There is a strong urge to kneel, to embrace, to show the mighty dryad Missara's appreciation for the gentle attention brought upon her by the true-child of Mat'selesnya, but Missara does not.
There is no need to kneel, as they are all equal. A gentle nod of the Dryad after she thought that thought encourages her to stand.
"Beloved sister of ours. I come to request your aid. If it pleases and you wish to consider it."
The dryad nodded warmly. Of course Missara would consider doing anything for someone this kind.
"The World-tree speaks of several of the other guilds taking interest in a matter of the Azorius, a jailbreak, in the tenth district. Whilest we think nothing much of it, if you could look into this matter, just to ensure the safety of all, it would fill my heart with great joy."
She nodded encouragingly, waiting for Missara's answer. Of course, the human could refuse her superior if she wished to, with no reprecussions whatsoever, unlike there would be among some of the crueler guilds in the cityworld. She is free to choose, but to defend her beloved family here, agreeing to go on this mission would certainly be better.
"Aha finally! The simic mage enthused, upon seeing Somnifer. It seemed she was not going to get far, in her escape-plans.. judging by the mages insignia, this was a higher ranking one, so combat would be a bad idea, and.. before she could think on, the mage continued, whilest also trying to restrain an angry worm-snake critter with scratches on it's underbelly.
"I've been looking for some help, and you've clearly been optimized for that. Rumour through the frog-vine, great invention of mine actually as an aside..
Rumour has it that some experimental weaponry was used on Azorius turf in the tenth district to facilitate a jailbreak. Now, I am pretty sure it was the Izzet's fault, but I've been working on a new breed of frog using sonic based weaponry and well, we do -not- need that kind of heat right now. I need someone to go and make sure things are.. clear.. yes.. hoo calm boy.."
She tried to soothe her critter, only to have it jump off of her hand. Chasing after it and cursing, Somnifer was left to her own devices. But what else did she have to do?
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Tenth District,
Tag: All, Introduction
Life in the Tenth District is never dull. A hub of constant activity, it always offers a new opportunity, a new challenge, a new intrigue. It is a place where a promising adventurer like you can find your path to glory, riches, or power through your allegiance to your guild.
It is now the late evening, almost dusk as a mild breeze rushing through the streets of Ravnica's tenth district as you find yourself standing before the functional and unremarkable Sawtooth Prison, an azorius-guildmark decorating the front door:
The door appears currently locked tight. By its side hangs a stone slab, dictating several rules of conduct for visitors of the jail.
But before you can ponder the particularities of the jail and just what happened here, you notice you are not alone, for several other figures, none high ranking but all seeming to bear the equipment and signs of several different guilds gather alongside you...