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MigontheStranger
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The festivities held at the Yew Merriment Center for All were nothing less than spectacular. Why should they not, thought Migon, after all the LuT guild did something unexpected. They went into hostile lands and rescued an Sonoman Icon. They went into the jaws of death and were able to retrieve Dor from her captivity by the Golgotha guild. They being Neutral Galad, Ivana, Brown Ninja, and Jarlaxle who dared to enter the Cavitus Citadel and make things easier for him. Migon tipped his cap off to them, if only in his mind.
Migon walked and mingled through the excited crowd quietly. He had other matters on his mind, mainly where Dor was currently recuperating. It did not take him long to wander through the Yew Merriment Center for All and locate his friend. There she sat, in the lounge room on the first floor of the building, seemingly deep in thought. She seems to have a lot on her mind, were the thoughts Migon contemplated for a brief moment, and did not hear him enter the room.
When the door shut the noise from the jubilation of her return left the two alone, at last. He quietly walked up to her and studied her face as she seemed to be trying to forget her recent ordeal with the undead. An ordeal that must be hard to contend with for any normal being not used to the hardships of life standing on top of your head and trying to place you six feet under at such an early age. Definitely nothing that hard.
He gently placed a caring hand on her shoulder and spoke quietly to her "Dor. I am glad to see that you are through that terrible event. You seem to be surviving well. I hope that those fiends did not harm you. That would be a crime in itself, to cause duress to such a beautiful flower as yourself." She looked up at the man speaking and he could see the stress racing across her face and knew that this place was not where she needed to be to recover completely.
"Why do you not come with me. I have a beautiful place where you can be to yourself and can have plenty of time to regroup, so to speak. A chance to get away from the excitement for a little while. That does interest you, no?" Migon softly spoke again and looked deep into Dor's eyes as he extended a hand to her as he sat on his horse.
Dor looked up at him, slowly stood up, took Migon's hand as he helped her up onto his horse. Without another word, Migon casted a spell and both he and Dor vanished from the back room. Nobody seemed to notice and Migon did not care if anyone did. It was too late for anyone to interfere now, now that Dor decided to leave with him. Leave with him and give him the opportunity to show Vecna how one should finesse a good kidnapping and make the victim feel as if it was their choice, instead of the brute force and barbarism displayed by Vecna a few nights ago. Amateurs, Migon thought, complete amateurs.
Migon and Dor arrived at their destination without incident and without any fanfare, ego tripping, or power mongering. They both rode his horse into the structure that would now become Dor's home for the time being. Migon quickly tended to Dor's needs, showing her where she could reclaim the valuable sleep that she had lost over the past few days and produced some food for her to eat when she would regain her appetite.
Migon pulled up a chair along the side of her bed, as she lay there, and proceeded to read to her a story about a young boy who sought his fame and fortune in a hard and cruel world. The story never made it to one of the crescendos before Migon observed that Dor was quietly asleep. He brushed the hair from her face and again quietly spoke "Sleep well, milady, you will need your strength."
He placed the book down on the nightstand, walked out of the room, and closed the door. Whether she realized who he was or not he did not care. She was with him now and that was all that mattered. A few quick spells sent out by Migon weaved their way around the door to the windowless room to alert him should his "guest" decide to stir and explore the house. The spells on the doors should keep her from leaving this place, he thought, as he stored her reagents and other supplies in another location in the house.
Walking downstairs, Migon went to his desk and proceeded to write two notes. The first one was written and secretively placed in the Yew Merriment Center for All while no one around. The messenger recalls away to allow anyone to find it. It reads;
Dear LuT members and other visitors of the Yew Merriment Center for All,
I am delighted to see your success in Dor being rescued and restored to her rightful place at the above mentioned vocational center. If it were not for you and your celebrating, which may or may not still be continuing, I would not have been able to acquire Dor in a much more subtle and quiet manner.
I am writing this parchment in the hopes to see what Dor is truly worth to you for I am also sending a similar letter to Vecna or Soulstealer, whoever claims to be in charge now, for the same purpose. For your devoted respect and for gold, of course.
It would seem that you have a choice, either offer more than what Golgotha submits for Dor and see to her safe return into your care, or lose out on the bidding opportunity and she returns to the undead. Who knows what they will have in store for her upon her possible return. I would hate to imagine.
But whatever you decide, her life is in your hands. Shall we start the bidding out at one million gold? Do not worry about trying to reach me. I have ways of finding out what your offer is.
Please enjoy the picture sent with this letter to prove the validity of my statement.
Respectfully,
Migon the Stranger
The second note was placed on the door of the Cavitus Citadel, under stealth, for anyone to find it. The messenger recalls away. And it reads;
Dear Vecna, Soulstealer, Golgotha members,
I am sure you are disappointed to find and hear that Dor was taken from your captivity. Though your style lacks any couth, it definitely got the job done. I was not impressed, but at least you tried, and I am not surprised to see that you lost your "friend" so quickly. To allow a group of thieves and looters to play hero and rescue the damsel in distress? Embarrassing.
I am writing this parchment in the hopes to see what Dor is truly worth to you for I am also sending a similar letter to the Yew Merriment Center for All for the same purpose. For you devoted respect and for gold, of course. I can already see your response though, "I am all powerful and I do not need her any longer. I am woman, hear me roar! Growl!", but I do hope this is not the case.
I am sure it will be hard for you to overcome your ego and be willing to offer money for something you were not able to keep, but should you change your mind I figured it would be the gentlemanly thing to do, at least. I know it is tough to see your own faults, but this letter would not be coming to you if you would have done a proper job and not botched this whole thing up.
I did what you asked, by killing Vladimir and McCoy, and that was free of charge. I do not like them much anyway, but this one will cost you. Shall we start the bidding out at one million gold? I await your response. Do not worry on trying to reach me. I have ways of finding out what your offer is.
Please enjoy the picture sent with this letter to prove the validity of my statement.
Courteously,
Migon the Stranger
After making sure the messenger had delivered the parchments and confirming this fact in the streets of Britain, Migon quietly pays the boy and deliberately walks away as one of his compatriots appears from the shadows, dispatching the boy. The gurgling sound from the youth's throat, cut in such a manner to prevent resurrection, was music to Migon's ears. Migon casually walks over to the lifeless body and reclaims the gold, then continues his stroll for a few minutes longer until he eventually recalled back to his house where his precious new friend continued to slumber away.
Migon sat in one of his padded chairs and began to read from another book as the evening slowly passed away.
Migon walked and mingled through the excited crowd quietly. He had other matters on his mind, mainly where Dor was currently recuperating. It did not take him long to wander through the Yew Merriment Center for All and locate his friend. There she sat, in the lounge room on the first floor of the building, seemingly deep in thought. She seems to have a lot on her mind, were the thoughts Migon contemplated for a brief moment, and did not hear him enter the room.
When the door shut the noise from the jubilation of her return left the two alone, at last. He quietly walked up to her and studied her face as she seemed to be trying to forget her recent ordeal with the undead. An ordeal that must be hard to contend with for any normal being not used to the hardships of life standing on top of your head and trying to place you six feet under at such an early age. Definitely nothing that hard.
He gently placed a caring hand on her shoulder and spoke quietly to her "Dor. I am glad to see that you are through that terrible event. You seem to be surviving well. I hope that those fiends did not harm you. That would be a crime in itself, to cause duress to such a beautiful flower as yourself." She looked up at the man speaking and he could see the stress racing across her face and knew that this place was not where she needed to be to recover completely.
"Why do you not come with me. I have a beautiful place where you can be to yourself and can have plenty of time to regroup, so to speak. A chance to get away from the excitement for a little while. That does interest you, no?" Migon softly spoke again and looked deep into Dor's eyes as he extended a hand to her as he sat on his horse.
Dor looked up at him, slowly stood up, took Migon's hand as he helped her up onto his horse. Without another word, Migon casted a spell and both he and Dor vanished from the back room. Nobody seemed to notice and Migon did not care if anyone did. It was too late for anyone to interfere now, now that Dor decided to leave with him. Leave with him and give him the opportunity to show Vecna how one should finesse a good kidnapping and make the victim feel as if it was their choice, instead of the brute force and barbarism displayed by Vecna a few nights ago. Amateurs, Migon thought, complete amateurs.
Migon and Dor arrived at their destination without incident and without any fanfare, ego tripping, or power mongering. They both rode his horse into the structure that would now become Dor's home for the time being. Migon quickly tended to Dor's needs, showing her where she could reclaim the valuable sleep that she had lost over the past few days and produced some food for her to eat when she would regain her appetite.
Migon pulled up a chair along the side of her bed, as she lay there, and proceeded to read to her a story about a young boy who sought his fame and fortune in a hard and cruel world. The story never made it to one of the crescendos before Migon observed that Dor was quietly asleep. He brushed the hair from her face and again quietly spoke "Sleep well, milady, you will need your strength."
He placed the book down on the nightstand, walked out of the room, and closed the door. Whether she realized who he was or not he did not care. She was with him now and that was all that mattered. A few quick spells sent out by Migon weaved their way around the door to the windowless room to alert him should his "guest" decide to stir and explore the house. The spells on the doors should keep her from leaving this place, he thought, as he stored her reagents and other supplies in another location in the house.
Walking downstairs, Migon went to his desk and proceeded to write two notes. The first one was written and secretively placed in the Yew Merriment Center for All while no one around. The messenger recalls away to allow anyone to find it. It reads;
Dear LuT members and other visitors of the Yew Merriment Center for All,
I am delighted to see your success in Dor being rescued and restored to her rightful place at the above mentioned vocational center. If it were not for you and your celebrating, which may or may not still be continuing, I would not have been able to acquire Dor in a much more subtle and quiet manner.
I am writing this parchment in the hopes to see what Dor is truly worth to you for I am also sending a similar letter to Vecna or Soulstealer, whoever claims to be in charge now, for the same purpose. For your devoted respect and for gold, of course.
It would seem that you have a choice, either offer more than what Golgotha submits for Dor and see to her safe return into your care, or lose out on the bidding opportunity and she returns to the undead. Who knows what they will have in store for her upon her possible return. I would hate to imagine.
But whatever you decide, her life is in your hands. Shall we start the bidding out at one million gold? Do not worry about trying to reach me. I have ways of finding out what your offer is.
Please enjoy the picture sent with this letter to prove the validity of my statement.
Respectfully,
Migon the Stranger
The second note was placed on the door of the Cavitus Citadel, under stealth, for anyone to find it. The messenger recalls away. And it reads;
Dear Vecna, Soulstealer, Golgotha members,
I am sure you are disappointed to find and hear that Dor was taken from your captivity. Though your style lacks any couth, it definitely got the job done. I was not impressed, but at least you tried, and I am not surprised to see that you lost your "friend" so quickly. To allow a group of thieves and looters to play hero and rescue the damsel in distress? Embarrassing.
I am writing this parchment in the hopes to see what Dor is truly worth to you for I am also sending a similar letter to the Yew Merriment Center for All for the same purpose. For you devoted respect and for gold, of course. I can already see your response though, "I am all powerful and I do not need her any longer. I am woman, hear me roar! Growl!", but I do hope this is not the case.
I am sure it will be hard for you to overcome your ego and be willing to offer money for something you were not able to keep, but should you change your mind I figured it would be the gentlemanly thing to do, at least. I know it is tough to see your own faults, but this letter would not be coming to you if you would have done a proper job and not botched this whole thing up.
I did what you asked, by killing Vladimir and McCoy, and that was free of charge. I do not like them much anyway, but this one will cost you. Shall we start the bidding out at one million gold? I await your response. Do not worry on trying to reach me. I have ways of finding out what your offer is.
Please enjoy the picture sent with this letter to prove the validity of my statement.
Courteously,
Migon the Stranger
After making sure the messenger had delivered the parchments and confirming this fact in the streets of Britain, Migon quietly pays the boy and deliberately walks away as one of his compatriots appears from the shadows, dispatching the boy. The gurgling sound from the youth's throat, cut in such a manner to prevent resurrection, was music to Migon's ears. Migon casually walks over to the lifeless body and reclaims the gold, then continues his stroll for a few minutes longer until he eventually recalled back to his house where his precious new friend continued to slumber away.
Migon sat in one of his padded chairs and began to read from another book as the evening slowly passed away.