Bil scratched his chin. The terms of his exile seemed to indicate an imperative to kiss and make up with his latest marks. They weren't even real marks, just an unpleasant cult he'd taken a shine to after his ministry to the vulture woman, Wicket, came to an abrupt and (at least in his opinion) unnecessarily bloody) end. He chided himself for not having stepped up his game with the irksome goading, little pranks and wondrous thefts; he was sure if he'd only had a few more weeks he could have driven her and her sidekick, Yuri out of the grove and with nary a drop of blood spilt.
With Wicket gone he had been seeking some easy mark to keep in practice 'til the next big one came along, and wouldn't ya know it, those beautiful Cordor officials provided him with a delightful target; allowing the church of Bane to set up conveniently right there in town was (in his mind) tantamount to wrapping them up like an early birthday gift and just handing them to him. He can hardly be blamed for getting a little carried away, they were right there! Twenty-four hour easy access to some of the most obnoxiously cruel and snide folk on the Island. That's where the trouble started.
Bol looked at the giant statue of a black Gauntlet which had been erected on the ruins of the small altar he'd had made to the Scamp. The hurt and anger boiled softly for a moment then were pushed aside by a different feeling. The Scamp enjoyed a good burglary as much as the next God. How often had Bil left a small stolen item next to the altar as a trickster's tithe. Today he would leave a large unholy glove. The symbol of Bane, this particular one now belonged to the Scamp and Bil would paint it accordingly, right after he consecrated it to his own god. Later... Later he'd try to kiss and make up with the Banites, he thought to himself as a sly smirk creeped across his face.
Bildockin's Ministry
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Re: Bildockin's Ministry
"It's gotta be full on the face, ya get me?" Bildockin waited for an affirming nod from the Speedy agent before continuing, "I'll leave your bonus where I always do..." the little priest-thief trailed off as a thought struck him, "and if you can deliver it publicly and slip him some tongue I'll double your bonus!" Bill noticed the withering glare that suggestion brought him; he want terribly upset though; he wouldn't want to kiss Wolfkin either and the tongue seemed to be where this particular speedy drew the line. "Fine! Just make sure it's passionate. I don't want him to feel left out."
Bil handed the other hin his standard fee and strode off, the gears in his head spinning. He really wanted to up his game with the Banites, but clearly he'd reached his limit with the speedies. He reversed his jacket and pinched his cheeks until his face took on a slightly more reddish tone.
Leaving the fort proper he looked up at the sound of steel biting into something squishy. The gate-guard had just ended a goblin who's tried rushing the wall. Bil's eyes widened. He recalled hearing about the messengers from the underdark. It was much like the Speedy service, with their unnatural gift for appearing somewhere with a message, then vanishing before the recipient had time to process what had been sent. His ever-present sly grin grew by a full inch.
It would require him to call in some favors, at least three big ones. His new friends could probably get him a list of the names of all known Banites on the island, maybe they'd even provide an escort to that place, Andunor, was it? Depending how many names he got he might need them to contribute to the courier fee, but hey, that's what rich friends are for, right? Bil caught himself rubbing his hands together villainously and with a conscious effort simply steeples his dexterous little fingers. His thoughts strayed momentarily.
Maybe he could save some coin and kiss and make up with the Dread Leather-mistress (or whatever silly title the statuesque priestess held) in person. He dismissed the notion. It may seem fun but seeing as he still hadn't figured out the method by which the Speedy agents arrived and departed so quickly, it wasn't a wise course. "Besides," he thought out loud, "what woman wouldn't want a kiss from a dashing little devil like me?" No. Goblin kisses were the way to go with this.
Bil handed the other hin his standard fee and strode off, the gears in his head spinning. He really wanted to up his game with the Banites, but clearly he'd reached his limit with the speedies. He reversed his jacket and pinched his cheeks until his face took on a slightly more reddish tone.
Leaving the fort proper he looked up at the sound of steel biting into something squishy. The gate-guard had just ended a goblin who's tried rushing the wall. Bil's eyes widened. He recalled hearing about the messengers from the underdark. It was much like the Speedy service, with their unnatural gift for appearing somewhere with a message, then vanishing before the recipient had time to process what had been sent. His ever-present sly grin grew by a full inch.
It would require him to call in some favors, at least three big ones. His new friends could probably get him a list of the names of all known Banites on the island, maybe they'd even provide an escort to that place, Andunor, was it? Depending how many names he got he might need them to contribute to the courier fee, but hey, that's what rich friends are for, right? Bil caught himself rubbing his hands together villainously and with a conscious effort simply steeples his dexterous little fingers. His thoughts strayed momentarily.
Maybe he could save some coin and kiss and make up with the Dread Leather-mistress (or whatever silly title the statuesque priestess held) in person. He dismissed the notion. It may seem fun but seeing as he still hadn't figured out the method by which the Speedy agents arrived and departed so quickly, it wasn't a wise course. "Besides," he thought out loud, "what woman wouldn't want a kiss from a dashing little devil like me?" No. Goblin kisses were the way to go with this.
Re: Bildockin's Ministry
"Then kiss her right on the face and pinch her nose okay?" Bill grinned. "How about this one no extra charge?" At a withering glance from the messenger he sighs, "okay... Fifty extra at the usual spot then."
Bill strode off to drop off tube extra coin, grumbling about extortion but all the same unable to control the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. He'd let this one go a while but finally he wee catching up on his list. Ackawackawhats'ername was going to know the honor of catching the Scamps notice. As he flipped the coin into the barrel he quit trying to suppress the sly smirk that was forming across his face. A full list of marks and all the time in the world to play with them. Scamp love it but life's good!
Bill strode off to drop off tube extra coin, grumbling about extortion but all the same unable to control the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. He'd let this one go a while but finally he wee catching up on his list. Ackawackawhats'ername was going to know the honor of catching the Scamps notice. As he flipped the coin into the barrel he quit trying to suppress the sly smirk that was forming across his face. A full list of marks and all the time in the world to play with them. Scamp love it but life's good!