RP Session 2: Where in Aroqin throws her weight around
// July 16th, 2010 // No Comments » // Non-hunters, Roleplay
Kazi and I had another roleplaying session with Aroqin and Radoslaw a while back that Kazi never got around to proofreading. Since I’m impatient and Kazi is sleeping after his graveyard shift at his new job, I’m going to post it without him getting a chance to edit it! Mwahahaha!
*cough* Check out our first RP session if you missed it/don’t remember it.
The setting for this one is Qin’s and Rado’s isolated camp in Arathi Basin, when they were in their mid-30s.
Settled into her sleek cat form, Aroqin studiously licks her paws clean. She is seemingly unruffled by the struggles the prone, bound man whose back she is posed on.
Nearby, Radoslaw enthusiastically takes flint and steel to a small pile of tinder, blowing gently as the first spark catches. The first glimmers of the fire shine dully off the black-dyed leather of his well-worn armor.
The captive attempts to throw the druid off, only to be rewarded by her sharp claws kneading through his leather armor and into his flesh. At this point, he stops moving and clenches his jaw grimly. “Is that fire almost ready yet, boy?” Qin calls over. “This warming pillow is rather difficult to hold still.”
“Remember, hon,” she coos to the Syndicate thief, “I could change into a bear if it suits my mood.”
Radoslaw chuckles a little as the flames take hold, piling a little more wood inexpertly on the pile. “Almost, Qin…this isn’t the driest wood out here.” The rogue takes little notice of the struggling Syndicate, entranced by the movement of the flames.
“Remember to build the wood in a pyramid shape, and put the softer wood on.” She turns back to the captive, grinning impishly as she murmurs in his ear, “The hard wood we’ll need to save for later tonight, won’t we darling?” The man growls an insult, for which Qin casually cuffs him on the side of the head. “So savage, these Syndicate,” she muses in Rado’s general direction.
Nodding absently, Radoslaw stacks the wood in what might, under special circumstances, be charitably called a pyramid, then walks softly over to the druid and her captive. “There we go, Qin, I got it going real nice now.”
So…what’re we doing with this guy, anyway?” he asks, prodding the man’s leg with a boot. “I could’ve knifed him a lot more easily than whackin’ his head like that.”
“He’s going to tell us all the little details of Stromgarde’s defences. Isn’t that right, hon?” She coos again. Another louder curse earns him a stronger cuff to the head. “It looks like we may have to teach him to play nice with us first.” She gives Rado a cat-grin.
First ensuring the man’s eyes couldn’t catch his face, Rado gives her a wink. “Aww…Qin, I just finished getting the rest of the bloodstains off of my shirt…not everyone can just jump in a river to wash it off.”
“I suppose you’ll be forced to wear your other leathers then, the ones that are already well-stained. I know the color of dried blood doesn’t not match the poison on your daggers but there’s no one here to see you.” She kneads her claws again, purring at the pained yelps the man beneath her makes. “Yes…no one to see or hear us for miles and miles around.”
Radoslaw huffs slightly theatrically, then sits cross-legged in front of their prisoner’s face. “Well, mister Syndicate, I suppose we’re gonna have to get down to business pretty soon…got anything you want to say?”
He punctuates his words by drawing one of his daggers and slowly drawing it across a whetstone, testing the edge on his thumb after every stroke.
The thief sits in stony silence for a few moments, before Aroqin steps from his back over his legs and once swiftly changing into a bear, sits down neatly on his legs. The man cries out in agony from his bones being on the verge of shattering, “I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!” Shifting back into her feline form, she grins triumphantly at her companion. “Good to see that my feminine wiles work on a man as tough as this one.”
Radoslaw smiles back a touch nervously, putting his weapon to work cutting chunks of dried meat apart, occasionally popping one in his mouth to chew slowly. “That they do, Qin.”
Leaning down to address the now-terrified Syndicated, Radoslaw blinks inquisitively. “All right then, mister…what’s going on in Stromgarde, then? How’s your ‘prince’ have you fellows spread out?”
The prisoner babbles out the layout of their forces, along with the times of shift changes and even where they store their weapons. “But where the prince is, I dun know,” he admits with a nervous glance over his shoulder at Qin. “I report to one of ‘is lieutenants.”
“What a pity that is,” the cat druid heaves with a sigh. She draws herself to her feet and pads over to the captive’s head, who valiantly resists flinching away. “If I see you again, darling, and if it’s for anything other than a pleasant dinner and a room at the best inn…” She eyes him appraisingly. “Well, hope that I won’t be hungry.” She smiles wide at him, long white fangs flashing in the light of the fire.
Radoslaw chuckles grimly, then pokes the man’s nose. “And she’s an honest one, mister…I’d believe her if I were you. She makes me look all sweet and tender,” he says warmly, gently tapping the captive’s head with a dagger. “You letting him off now, Qin?”
“Unless there’s anything you want to ask him.” She curls up near the fire, looking thoroughly bored at the pair of humans before her. “You’re more intimate with thieves and other shadowy characters than I am so perhaps there was something he ‘forgot’ to tell us.”
Radoslaw considers for several long moments, tapping his chin contemplatively. “Hmmm…how many agents you folks have with the League of Arathor? And don’t try to tell me you don’t have ‘em, I know you do.”
The thief hems and haws for a for moments, but a meaningfully impatient tab on Rado’s knife convinces him to open up. “Uh…I don’t know a lot, but there’s this guy we’ve been getting reports from…always contacts us by letter drop, signs it Erten. That’s all I know, I swear!”
Radoslaw nods thoughtfully, then turns to Aroqin. “All right, how’re we doing this? Just let him up?”
Aroqin yawns wide, smacking her maw together. After rising and stretching lithely, she assumes her night elf form, completely kitted out in thick leather armor. “I think I’ve found a use for that ram we stole from the Syndicate…” She steps into the trees, returning momentarily with a light gray ram in tow. “Mind lifting him up, boy?” she asks as she indicates the saddle of the creature.
Radoslaw nods, hefting the slight man with only a bare grunt of effort and settling him on the saddle, lashing the man’s bindings to the saddle, then turning to grin at Qin. “Anything else you want sent with him?”
The night elf reaches down to scoop up a chunk of dried meat and secures it to the saddle. “This will help you make quick friends with those raptors out there,” she says cheerily as she pats the Syndicate’s knee affectionately. As the man’s eyes bulge, she changes once more into a cat form and lets form a boisterous roar. The ram rears, almost throwing its rider from his seat, and charges off into the night-darkened plains. Qin sits down on her haunches, happily admiring her work.
Radoslaw wanders to stand next to her, watching the ram charge off into the distance. “Went pretty well, I’d say,” he says. “Seemed like we was bein’ pretty honest, at least. Gave us some good stuff to work with.”
He kicks the grass at his feet idly. “So how much of that were you gonna follow through with if he didn’t snap?”
Qin remains silent for a long while, staring out into the dark as her tail twitches from time to time. “Rams are not helpless, you know,” she finally murmurs over the sound of crickets and birds making their last calls before they sleep. “If anything even looks at them the wrong way, they’ll aim a kick for the head. That thief will eventually untie himself and eat the meat. It’s probably the best food he’s seen in a while.” She bats away a fly attempting to land on her nose. “I knew how much pressure his legs could take from my weight. And even if they had broken by accident, I would have healed them quickly and cleanly.”
She twists her head, glowing eyes focusing soberly on the rogue beside her. “That’s what it means to be a Phoenix, Radoslaw. These quests that we take on are to train us, not to declare our allegiances. Nor do we fight over the decayed ruins of a city so it can change from being in one mortal’s hands to another’s. No, our true goal is much bigger than that.” She pauses for a brief moment. “Perhaps a better question is how far would you have gone through with it.”
Radoslaw blinks, his stance betraying his sudden uncertainty. “Uhh…” he feebly replies, fiddling with a rivet on his armor. “I…dunno, Qin. I’m not sure how much I could just hurt someone, you know? Killin’ someone, fast and clean, that’s one thing, but…cuttin’ on them to make them talk? I just…don’t know…”
He falls silent, looking at the ground.
“That’s what we’re here to figure out, boy.” Suddenly she lets out a jaw-stretching yawn and blinks with disinterest. “Plus I wouldn’t hurt such a good-looking man. I prefer…other activities with my play things.” She grins toothily and then glances over at the fire. “Now where did you put that other piece of meat? I’m starving.” She saunters back over to the camp, sniffing the air delicately for the food.
Radoslaw looks up, face quickly breaking in a cheery smile. “It’s all cut up for stew, Qin. Got the water boiling and what’s left of our potatoes and spices in with it…shouldn’t be too bad.”
“Well, come on then,” she urges with a touch of impatience. “I don’t want to start chewing on my own paw, boy.”
“All right, Qin, I’m coming,” he replies, and dumps the cut meat into the stew pot nestled in the growing coals of the fire. “Should be cooked enough to eat in a few minutes…I’m no fancy cook, but it’s better than trail food again.”
She sits down before the fire, nostrils flaring and tail lashing from side to side in anticipation. “I’m getting to the point where I’d gnaw on some leather if I could. Plus you know that all us night elves are used to eating moss and dirt anyways,” she comments with a flash of humor in her eyes.
Radoslaw looks sidewise at her for a few moments, then laughs. “I dunno about the dirt, but maybe the moss is why your hair’s so green,” he says, then looks thoughtful. “You ever eat raw meat, when you’re all fuzzy?”
She stares back at him steadily, licking her chops. “Do you really want to find out?”
Chuckling nervously, he ladles some of the thick stew into a bowl and all but throws it in his haste. “Here you Qin, no need for that!”
She gives a cat chortle and lays down to lap up the stew with her long pink tongue.
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