For most of Ito's travels his Kobold ancestry had proven a hurdle to his goals. Today however, it had resulted in a gainful employment. Hadamar Shefu, the third cousin twice removed of the third most important member of Alliria's merchant council was primarily invested in the breeding of premiere mounts and livestock for Alliria's upper crust. However, in the last three months his stock had been mysteriously disappearing in the night. Shefu had doubled his guard and posted minor bounties, but officially requesting a larger force would have brought dishonor to the third most important member of Alliria's merchant council. Attempting to save face Shefu had quietly put together a small but hopefully elite mercenary force to deal with the issue. Ito in particular had been hired to extensively trap the perimeter.
"You almost done Ito? We don't have long until sundown." The towering Corvath Mhartoc asked him. A convoy man from the exotic breeders of of Bhathairk, Corvath had a reputation for never losing a shipment to highwaymen.
"The thing about trapping is there's always more to do." Ito responded. "I'm going to use every hour of daylight we get, but we should have enough." The Kobold said, before casting a minor illusion spell. Ito had prepared everything form the magical to the mundane. Pitfalls, tripwires, runes, all obfuscated with camaflouge or illusions. The two most important things he'd done was bind all his traps to a klaxon-flare spell to alert them where they were breached, and provided amulets to the other mercenaries allowing them to see his work. It wouldn't do to have a fellow mercenary walk into his death after all.
"Alright Ito." Corvath said somewhat begrudgingly. "When you're ready I want you to put up in the east barn. I'll see you tonight." The orc said and left Ito to his duty. He continued trapping until dusk, then headed to the east barn as directed.
The game was afoot.
"You almost done Ito? We don't have long until sundown." The towering Corvath Mhartoc asked him. A convoy man from the exotic breeders of of Bhathairk, Corvath had a reputation for never losing a shipment to highwaymen.
"The thing about trapping is there's always more to do." Ito responded. "I'm going to use every hour of daylight we get, but we should have enough." The Kobold said, before casting a minor illusion spell. Ito had prepared everything form the magical to the mundane. Pitfalls, tripwires, runes, all obfuscated with camaflouge or illusions. The two most important things he'd done was bind all his traps to a klaxon-flare spell to alert them where they were breached, and provided amulets to the other mercenaries allowing them to see his work. It wouldn't do to have a fellow mercenary walk into his death after all.
"Alright Ito." Corvath said somewhat begrudgingly. "When you're ready I want you to put up in the east barn. I'll see you tonight." The orc said and left Ito to his duty. He continued trapping until dusk, then headed to the east barn as directed.
The game was afoot.
