[LotM RP] Lost Reverence - The Business

An hour after the gathering ended, Arthur and Ilyana, still in their disguises sat together in a rental carriage as it methodically rattled down every street in Backlund’s dock warehouse district. 

“Alaric, I’m surprised you didn’t detect any abnormalities with that customer!” 

“Not only are you puny, you also seem to be lacking in intellect!”

“Off course I detected the paltry illusions and charm of a mere Swindler, I simply didn’t find it necessary to inform you.”

Arthur returned back to cogitation, focusing on trying to detect the same calling he heard from the vial, so as to track down the location of the Swindler.

“So, how are you going to locate them? It’s not like an Apothecary has divination, and even if you did I would have found them if divination fielded results”

Arthur chuckled dismissively while responding.

“Don’t worry too much about it, it’s a trade secret”

Just as Arthur returned to cogitation, he felt a strong sensation as if something was tugging on his spirit body. Arthur smirked, pitying the poor unlucky swindler. 

Of all of the apothecary stores in Backlund, he chose the only one that could be used to track him!

A short while later, Arthur and Ilyana crouched in the shadows of an alley across from the warehouse after ditching the carriage two streets down from the warehouse and creeping back. 

On Ilyana’s face sat a pair of silver spectacles with purple glass lenses which had the power of Mystery Prying.

“There appear to be 5 guards out front, two are likely warrior pathway beyonders.”

“There are 2 unknown beyonders- wait no one is leaving!”

Arthur watched as a figure wearing a 3 piece suit and pure black cloak. The figure turned it’s face slightly in the direction of Arthur, allowing him to catch a glimpse of a pale handsome face and crimson red eyes, causing realisation to dawn on him.

That face, and that cloak. That’s Lestat! That damned bastard is working with the swindlers? 

Lestat’s cloak suddenly became so dark that it seemed to absorb all of the light that hit it, before Lestat was covered in shadows and absorbed into them. 

“Finally some entertainment! Sitting in your dull mind all day has nearly killed me from sheer boredom”

Ilyana put away the Mystery Prying glasses, while Arthur took out his revolver and charms, before finally slipping on the brass knuckles. His muscles swelled, granting him immense strength and he felt like he had been extensively trained on the use of the revolver which just seconds ago had felt foreign. 

Both of them took out a number of small metal bottles, drinking a series of elixirs that strengthened the body, increased focus and sent surges of adrenaline rushing through their bodies, numbing out any pain.

“Commence the operation now, follow the plan.”

As Ilyana whispered this, she threw out 2 paper figurines while snapping her fingers.

The shadowy alley and warehouse, which were only faintly touched by the crimson rays of moonlight suddenly lit up as if it was day as every flammable object within a 30 metre radius ignited into roaring fire. 

A matchbox within the pocket of one of the beyonder’s ignited, devouring his clothes as he shrieked from unimaginable pain. 

As the guards scrambled around in panic, two illusory copies of Ilyana summersoulted out of neighbouring alleys, sending the guards jumping for cover to shelter from their illusory bullets. 

Arthur leaped from cover, exploiting the opening created by the chaos to start firing with marksman precision at the guards that were completely unaware that they were cowering from illusions. At the same time, Ilyena began to phase between the various flames, appearing behind each guard in turn, firing and phasing away before the other guards could fire. 

No more than 40 seconds after the battle had commenced, all that remained of the guards were strewn out, bullet ridden corpses.

Even though they greatly outnumbered us, they were slaughtered seemingly with ease simply because they had been thrown into complete chaos and weren’t even give the chance to return fire! Is this the true meaning of the phrase “divide and conquer?”

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Marslin Selsler was lounging on a plush armchair in a warehouse office, sipping on expensive Aurmir wine he had bought using the hard earned money of the latest unlucky bastard to fall for his scam. 

He nearly tumbled out of his seat as the roar of gunfire echoed from just outside his warehouse.

Am I under attack? How in the blazes did they find me!

He had fumbled a revolver out of a desk drawer and was halfway through sprinting across the warehouse floor when the warehouse door exploded into a shower of splinters and a figure wearing a red mask and cloak burst in, opening fire on him.

That bastard tycoon really did  hire a beyonder to hunt me down! All I did  was steal a few thousand pounds, it’s not like he needed that money anyways?

Marslin dashed out of the way, dodging the gunfire while an illusory copy of him broke off into another direction, distracting the red masked assailant. 

Suddenly, a crate in front of him burst into flames and a second disguised figure leap out, rapidly snapping her fingers and sending an invisible air bullet into his shoulder.

Dogshit! There’s a Sequence 7 after me? 

He once again attempted to dodge and created more illusion distractions when he heard Ana ancient sounding word ring through the room as a brass charm landed at his feet.

“Order!”

He had no time to react before a searing pain shot through his entire body, stunning him for a few seconds.

The Church of Judgement! What did I do to deserve this???

Before he had enough time to process another thought, his knees were turned to pulp by 2 more air bullets, and as he fell to the ground he felt a cold feeling stab into his neck making the world go dark.

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 The golden light of dawn shone through the windows of an apartment in the outskirts of East Borough.

Having split the spoils of war, Arthur and Ilyana lounged in plush armchairs, sharing a bottle of wine and going through their respective earnings.

She had taken off her disguise, allowing Arthur to see her stunning beautiful face. 

If I didn’t know she was a Magician, I’d think she was a Witch!

I never expected to make such a  healthy profit from this! Not only did I get a Warrior characteristic and 500 pounds, but I also got these files and prisoner!

The Church of Judgement shall reward me handsomely! 

As he thought of that, he looked over to the Swindler that was blindfolded, gagged and tied to a chair. Before resuming reading through the recovered files.

Ilyana broke the silence as she finished her wine.

“I really never expected you to join the Church of Judgement!”

Arthur squirmed in discomfort before answering.

“Huh? Where did you get that from? I would never join them… hehe!”

Ilyana broke into laughter before responding.

“Where else would you get those charms? You really are a terrible liar!”

“Ehh sure maybe I did-“

Arthur looked away, blushing from embarrassment  and resumed reading the recovered documents.

Ehh? I wonder what this Eminence organisation is