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"First it was old Gubshanks the fisherman. Or it might have started before that. People don't exactly care about slum folk the way they do em good an proper citizens. Especially the folk who weren't in good with any em ...organizations. But Gubshanks disappeared two months ago. And some say a whole family of em Komodi got taken too. But other folk say the just packed up and left like em ones do.
But ah... let's see now, then we lost uh... Brayarn and Brayiln the dwarvish twins. Then some elven lass who waited tables at the old tavern off in the east Slums with the wooden swords in the windows. Then Marita Grouser's favorite hen got snatched... they say that's not a part of it, course sweet little Marita beg to differ... But hmm...
Then Morvin Offletop, that talentless hack of a bard. Ha! I tells ye most people seemed relieved that infernal noise he called music wouldn't keep em up all night anymore! Hahaha... aw... the poor sod's innards are probably decorating some demon worshipper’s torture chamber as we speak and em folks is still just happy he ain't making no noise no more.... hahahaha ohh... That's all it ever is though, eh?
Ah, but then that Orcish woman at used to hunt her own food and keep to herself. Graela, or Grelna, or some such name as sounded like green. But she used to be a real tough archer... Some manner o scout or a ranger wit some kind of mercenary company fore moving to the old Areck Slums.
Ya know ...we also been missing some fine ladies of the night around this way too nows I think of it. Tell ye what, gimme enough coins I can go get a night with that halfling cutie always in the Shallows markets for whoever or whatever it is come get her or me next.. hahahaha!”
-Zeko the Babbler
"The Big Bad Bug" the guards had called him jokingly. It was an ironic nickname to be sure. Ever since they'd come for him at the inn, Xithispk had done nothing to indicate an aggressive demeanor. Not even when that recruit took out some extra frustration on him. Partly he was curious to understand how this strange multiracial Hive functioned. Partly he was still not so impressed with continued existence. And partly he was developing a strange sort of fatalism. Many times he should have died on Malakath. Both when his Hive was destroyed. And then. After...
He was also beginning to notice more patterns in the common language of these ones. But it was still mostly mammalian gobbledegook sounds that could hardly be expected to pass for a real language. However he had been able to discern that this Hive was called by the sounds Ah Leer Ee Ya... and that something was wrong with the already seemingly disordered and disorganized functions of it. And that HE was being blamed.
He had no idea that people were being taken from the Slums or that the disappearances seemed to be increasing enough to make the people take notice. Nor did he really understand that he had been taken in in case he was the hostile agent behind these crimes. For all he knew this was how the Hives here treated new arrivals and foreigners until they could be accepted as Hive allies or sent away as outsiders.
But the crimes were puzzling largely because no one could discern a pattern in the victims nor find evidence of struggling. No blood. Not even a broken window. And in the absence of any real clues or leads, the guard had been pressured to find someone to take the blame.
Most intelligent leaders in the city knew that this was exactly the kind of thing that could get out of hand if not stopped before it REALLY got started. Unfortunately it was too damned mysterious for anyone to come up with a better counter move than jailing possible kidnappers. The guard was frustrated. The slum folk were on edge. And even some the less than legal operators in the Shallows were starting to shift uncomfortably as well. This mystery was decidedly bad for business.
And bad for business was even worse in a city that thrived on trade.
The insectman sat alone in the dungeon cell in meditation as two guards made there way closer. He could hear the sounds they made as they got closer. Those odd mamalian sounds.
”So we're what? Just gonna let him go?”
"Slum folk are still being taken. And he's been in here, locked up and under MY supervision this past fortnight. Anyone says he did that one, I can't believe they have much brains left."
"But what if he IS involved?"
"May as well be asking if anyone else we already got locked up is involved. Or maybe it was the corpse of that bandit leader we hung the other day.”
"But-”
”It don't matter! We been told to let him out. And I'm not about to piss off the Captain. Besides, this one shows no signs of magic and they're saying it'd have to be a mage to leave no traces like they been...”
Suchus Nycto Oleg Pandora Kiros Rahnel
But ah... let's see now, then we lost uh... Brayarn and Brayiln the dwarvish twins. Then some elven lass who waited tables at the old tavern off in the east Slums with the wooden swords in the windows. Then Marita Grouser's favorite hen got snatched... they say that's not a part of it, course sweet little Marita beg to differ... But hmm...
Then Morvin Offletop, that talentless hack of a bard. Ha! I tells ye most people seemed relieved that infernal noise he called music wouldn't keep em up all night anymore! Hahaha... aw... the poor sod's innards are probably decorating some demon worshipper’s torture chamber as we speak and em folks is still just happy he ain't making no noise no more.... hahahaha ohh... That's all it ever is though, eh?
Ah, but then that Orcish woman at used to hunt her own food and keep to herself. Graela, or Grelna, or some such name as sounded like green. But she used to be a real tough archer... Some manner o scout or a ranger wit some kind of mercenary company fore moving to the old Areck Slums.
Ya know ...we also been missing some fine ladies of the night around this way too nows I think of it. Tell ye what, gimme enough coins I can go get a night with that halfling cutie always in the Shallows markets for whoever or whatever it is come get her or me next.. hahahaha!”
-Zeko the Babbler
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"The Big Bad Bug" the guards had called him jokingly. It was an ironic nickname to be sure. Ever since they'd come for him at the inn, Xithispk had done nothing to indicate an aggressive demeanor. Not even when that recruit took out some extra frustration on him. Partly he was curious to understand how this strange multiracial Hive functioned. Partly he was still not so impressed with continued existence. And partly he was developing a strange sort of fatalism. Many times he should have died on Malakath. Both when his Hive was destroyed. And then. After...
He was also beginning to notice more patterns in the common language of these ones. But it was still mostly mammalian gobbledegook sounds that could hardly be expected to pass for a real language. However he had been able to discern that this Hive was called by the sounds Ah Leer Ee Ya... and that something was wrong with the already seemingly disordered and disorganized functions of it. And that HE was being blamed.
He had no idea that people were being taken from the Slums or that the disappearances seemed to be increasing enough to make the people take notice. Nor did he really understand that he had been taken in in case he was the hostile agent behind these crimes. For all he knew this was how the Hives here treated new arrivals and foreigners until they could be accepted as Hive allies or sent away as outsiders.
But the crimes were puzzling largely because no one could discern a pattern in the victims nor find evidence of struggling. No blood. Not even a broken window. And in the absence of any real clues or leads, the guard had been pressured to find someone to take the blame.
Most intelligent leaders in the city knew that this was exactly the kind of thing that could get out of hand if not stopped before it REALLY got started. Unfortunately it was too damned mysterious for anyone to come up with a better counter move than jailing possible kidnappers. The guard was frustrated. The slum folk were on edge. And even some the less than legal operators in the Shallows were starting to shift uncomfortably as well. This mystery was decidedly bad for business.
And bad for business was even worse in a city that thrived on trade.
* * * * *
The insectman sat alone in the dungeon cell in meditation as two guards made there way closer. He could hear the sounds they made as they got closer. Those odd mamalian sounds.
”So we're what? Just gonna let him go?”
"Slum folk are still being taken. And he's been in here, locked up and under MY supervision this past fortnight. Anyone says he did that one, I can't believe they have much brains left."
"But what if he IS involved?"
"May as well be asking if anyone else we already got locked up is involved. Or maybe it was the corpse of that bandit leader we hung the other day.”
"But-”
”It don't matter! We been told to let him out. And I'm not about to piss off the Captain. Besides, this one shows no signs of magic and they're saying it'd have to be a mage to leave no traces like they been...”
Suchus Nycto Oleg Pandora Kiros Rahnel
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