Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-5543592-20141229040840

“There is no gold.”   Replied Hummel. “The mission is over.”

“Bullshit it’s over!”   Roared Darrow. The muscles in his neck and arms tensed. His sword was raised a bit.

Tribune Baxter looked up from where he was dismantling Dwarven tech. His eyes zoned in on Darrow. “You’re talking to a Legate, soldier! Maintain discipline!”   He ordered furiously.

Darrow stepped forward, with Frye at his back. Queastor McCoy stood off to the side, unsure of whose side to take.

“Oh, but I'm not a soldier, Tribune. The day we robbed the Academy, we became mercenaries. And mercenaries get paid.” He carefully enunciated his next words, loudly and widely spaced, “I want my fucking money!”

Hummel put his hand on the handle of his sheathed elven dagger. He stood up straight, attempting to look more imposing. Baxter did similarly. “This mission was based on the threat of force. They called our bluff. It’s over.”

“Not if we unleash our automatons on their ass.”   Darrow replied.

“Stand down, Captain.”   Hummel could tell he was losing control.

Darrow turned to look at Frye, ignoring Hummel. Frye nodded.

“Queastor McCoy…”   Began Darrow.

“Stand down, Captain!”   Commanded Hummel. His voice sounded hoarse.

“Queastor McCoy, secure the Legate.”   Continued Darrow. “I’m relieving you of your command, sir.”

McCoy looked very conflicted. He took a step, then stopped, looking pained, his eyes darting back and forth in between the Captain and the Legate.

Darrow raised his voice again. “Queastor!”

McCoy winced at the shout, pulled out his war axe, and approached Hummel, the axe at his side. “I’m going to need that side arm, sir.”   Said McCoy, referring to the dagger. He sounded disappointed in himself, and the whole situation.

The instant McCoy got close enough, Hummel whipped out the dagger and pressed the blade to McCoy’s throat.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You mean this sidearm?”   Asked Hummel loudly, through gritted teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal">Frye pulled out his crossbow and aimed it at Hummel. Darrow pulled several throwing daggers from his belt, and also took aim at Hummel.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Tribune Baxter.”   Called Frye. “You’re either with us or against us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Hummel’s eye briefly shifted focus from McCoy’s neck to Baxter, before turning back to McCoy again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It has been the greatest honor of my life to serve with you, Legate…”   Began Tribune Baxter slowly, “but like he said…”   Baxter aimed his hands at Hummel and charged up fire bolt spells in each palm.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s over.”   In split second motion that no one saw coming, Baxter directed his hands at Darrow and let the bolts go.

<p class="MsoNormal">When Baxter fired at him, Darrow threw a knife at Hummel, which hit the Legate’s shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal">Hummel slit McCoy’s throat.

<p class="MsoNormal">Frye changed targets, and fired a crossbow bolt through Baxter’s chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">Baxter hit the ground on his back with a dull thud.

<p class="MsoNormal">Surprise echoed in McCoy’s eyes as he collapsed to the ground and bled out.

<p class="MsoNormal">In the chaos, Tomas thought it would be a good time to attack. He charged up Ash Shell, shot twin streams of arcane energy at Darrow and Frye, who were busy trying to kill Hummel.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Take ‘em down!”   He commanded.