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5e - Dominion Knights Realm (jodyroo x Mosos)

Sour Diesel

Sour Diesel

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The East block of Dominion was known for its cultural influences in the city. At night, the main strip turns into an adult playground. Illegal bars, burlesque shows, and gambling dens are just part of the city’s rich nightlife. Most of the clergy frown upon such activity but it’s hard to stop people from doing what they want, even in the Healing Capital.

Today a man named Zor Airve was meeting a contact at a small outdoor bistro. He was seated at a wrought iron table and chair. Looking out he could see the tan sandstone brick buildings leading downhill round a corner. There was a corner where dozens of woven baskets were stacked up along with a small group of day laborers loading them up onto an ox cart.

A dry breeze kicked up, and naturally one would cover their drink with their hand to prevent a gritty beverage. A basket gets caught in the breeze and rolls away, prompting a laborer to chase it.

Before that development could finish, a body quickly dropped into the seat across from Zor. It was a greasy looking halfling missing a pinkie finger. Dax Sawtooth was hard to trust since he wore the mark of a thief, but his tips were usually well vetted.

“Ey Zor. Nice outfit. Always dressing sharp huh? Nice, nice.” Dax grinned big like he had some info for sale. “I was just on Lotus Parkway and I heard something pretty jacked up. It’s the type of thing you’d see in Monster Quarter or on the Night Crime Report station, not right here in East Block.”

Though he smiled for the promise of coin, he didn’t sound happy about the rumors he picked up. The rogue wasn’t heartless, and part of why he trusted Zor was knowing he had a good heart. Of course, that good heart also made him a mark.

“Anyways, how have you been? I’ve been in jail so I missed a few things.” He was skipping over the rumor he heard in a classic attempt to pull Zor in more with his own curiosity.
 
"Dax old friend, it has been far too long." The young warrior greeted the halfling thief warmly, kicking back and resting his feet on the table signaling to the halfling Zor's intention to enter this conversation in good faith. "I had to outgrow dressing like a street ran some time, if I was ever going to do serious work." Zor smirked as he spoke in a relaxed tone.

Zor raised an eyebrow as Dax spoke of an event happening in the East Block. The warrior hoped it was something harmless like a drunk starting a brawl, or the local recruiter flashing her tits to drive up her recruiting numbers but judging by Dax's demeanor and how hard he was working to draw Zor in this was something far more serious. While Zor's mind was on edge, he did his best to maintain an air of relaxation. Zor knew if he was going to get the information, he was going to have to play Dax's game. "Jail? Finally steal one too many maidens' hearts, brother?" Zor let his smirk grow into a full-grown grin as he attempted to play into Dax's ego and get him speaking freely.
 
The rogue tapped his fingers on the table. He seemed like he couldn’t keep it in much longer.

“I don’t have time for that. It’s all about money, and girls cost money. Just got tangled up in trying to keep Alzon out of trouble.” He sighed and relaxed a little.

“The East block isn’t too chill right now. There’s talk of blood ritual. Someone heard what sounded like a poor damsel being whipped. Torture… not fun.” He was looking at his missing finger. A hundred gold. That’s what cost him a finger. He didn’t learn a lesson, except how to not get caught.

“From what I dug up, a pair of sadists called the Goff Twins were interested in getting a succubus slave. They trashed a wizard’s home when they refused to help, or at least that’s what I figured. Wizard went missing, and twins haven’t been seen in a few days.”

The rogue usually charged for info, but this didn’t sit well with him. It was a matter of principle. Plus, he believed in his friend Zor, who was something of an inspiration to the urchin youth. He dished out justice that the theocracy wasn’t interested in pursuing.
 
Zor's boots struck the ground as he dropped the air of ease. "Do you have any more information than that? I could use the location of the wizard's home, but I am hoping you have a better lead." Zor had been afraid of this, more trouble in his block of the city. He doubted the inquisitors would let this go once they got wind of it, but they would tear the East block apart. The warrior would have to deal with the twins himself and turn over what he found to the inquisitors to keep the peace in his home.

Zor removed a single gold piece for his pouch and flicked it to the halfling thief. "For your trouble." The warrior then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver coin with the image of a bird stamped on both sides. "This one is if you and Alzon need help. Give it to any urchin you see on the street, or any working girl and it will find its way back to me. I must handle the Goff twins first for all our sakes, but I won't let the two of you get in over your heads." Zor's face and tone are stern the easy-going man replaced by the focus and grim determination of the East block's protector.
 
Dax's eyes went big at the sight of the gold coin. He scooped it up with the silver greedily. Alzon would be lucky if he saw any of it. Of course the armorsmith would hardly care regardless. Money talked, and now he was encouraged to keep talking. Zor was in a generous mood today.

"Wow, you're the man Zor! Hey, I'll take you straight to Goff's building. I went by there on my way to meet you but the place is sealed up tight." He slid off of his chair because the Halfling never sat still for long. Time is money, after all.

A cart with an ox crossed the street and the boys would moved down a long flight of stairs, then cross through a couple shortcuts until they made it to The Strip, the main street of East Block. A few low income housing tenements were hidden behind the glossy strip of lights and attractions. Dax led Zor down another alley to where they weren't really looking for a house but more of a basement access door. Dax remembered that the rumor came from someone who heard cries from a basement window.

When they came to the Goff building, there were three rough looking men hanging out in front on the stoop. They were smoking and drinking beer. In an era of prohibition, drinking was done in private. The Goff twins paid these guys in beer and smokes to block the entrance, most likely.

"Crap. What should we do, boss?" Dax asked in a hushed tone. The lad had knives and a blackjack, not to mention he could climb like a monkey and strike the goons from above if needed. Zor had seen it happen at least once. The men caroused loudly and muffed the sound of screaming in the basement happening this very moment.
 
"Find yourself a good vantage point Dax, we are going to have to confront them directly. We cannot risk sneaking in and getting overwhelmed once we free the girl." Zor responds quietly his voice barely above a whisper. "I shall give you a few seconds to get in position, then I shall come out pretending to be drunk to get their attention. Once they start to move strike when you are ready." They were on a time limit but could not risk a stealth entry with someone to extract. Zor steeled his nerves preparing for the coming conflict. Her hoped the sounds of battle would disrupt the ritual and buy them precious more time. "Let's move." Zor says firmly nodding to Dax.
 
The lad nodded and worked to climb up a fire escape and start moving from ledge to ledge and get into position. He had nimble hands for picking locks and trickery, but Dax's cunning movements were impossible to detect. The men were so focused on carousing they didn't even see Zor until he approached with a stagger in his step.

"Huhhh whose that bloke?" One with an ugly nose asked. One squatting on the stoop sipped the last of his beer and held the bottle neck by inserting a finger into it. The third was a bulky fellow who crossed his arms and sized up the intruder.

"Piss off, this is our alley. Go lay somewhere else." the squatter said. The big guy was reaching for a short sword hanging from his hip. He was the most surly of the three.

There was a sound of a girl crying audible enough for Zor to hear from here once the carousing was broken.

Dax was sweating, hoping Zor could get these by surprise and hopefully just a few feet towards the alley would help.
 
"Fellas fellas, we are all brothers tonight." Zor stumbles forward in his best impersonation of being intoxicated. He let out a small hiccup to continue the ruse as he slowly approached the group. "It is a fine night for libations and libidinous ladies." The warrior waved the men closer to himself, hoping the promise of an easy lay will draw them in. The cries of the girl weighed heavily on Zor's mind. He could only hope that this would be enough to get them in.
 
The gruff one pulls out his sword and points it at Zor just out of reach of his chin. He seemed like he wasn’t buying what Zor was trying to sell him.

“You’ll need to be a more convincing actor than that, pal.” He said.

“Hey, I think I recognize that guy.” The squatter said.

“Yeah you think? I know him. Names Cal or Zor or something short,” Gruff guy said. “I know he’s a snitch.”

The squatter rose and straightened his back although it looked like he might try throwing the bottle at Zor now.

“Better say his prayers if he doesn’t fuck off quick, then.” Squatter said. All three of them were giving him an ugly look now.

Dax was straining to hold his position. Zor needed to try harder if he wanted them to move.
 
Subterfuge failed accomplish Zor's goals, it was beyond time for something a bit more direct. Zor shrugs and reaches for his rapier, drawing the gleaming blade. "Fair enough, I just thought you'd like to know what your mothers' taste like, you sons of whores." Zor adopted a cocky smile as he spoke, batting the sword away with the tip of his rapier. This is what Zor felt he was best at, taunting and busting heads. The former street urchin motions to the collected men with his blade. "Follow me if you think you can cross swords with more than just your dicks."
 
That was enough to get the men to leave their stoop and chase after Zor with reckless abandon. Zor kept backing away until he was in position. At which point, Dax dropped down from his perch and landed on the squatter’s back, driving a dagger into his spine.

The others didn't notice their friend drop. They each swung blades at Zor and missed. Clearly alcohol and just being shit fighters made them easy to avoid.
 
Zor smiled brightly. "Well boys it is time to join your friend in hell." His weapon flashed through the air, as he lunged at the nearest bandit.
 
His rapier stuck through the gruff guard’s chest and pierced his lung. He slumped over dead and slid off of Zor’s blade.

The third looked shocked and then saw both of his friends laying bloody in the alley. He dropped his knife and started to flee.

“No booze is worth this!” He ran away.

Dax cleaned off his knife and spat on their greasy bodies.

“You heard that too right? She’s still alive.” Dax said. The screaming faded soon after. “Hope we aren’t too late…”
 
"Let's move, Dax." Zor wiped the blood off his rapier, using the dead man's shirt. The screams had frightened Zor, but now their abrupt end drove Zor insane. Fear gave way to rage, the burning desire for justice griped his heart. The warrior marched up to the front door and kicked it with all his might.
 
The door frame splintered apart while the door flew open roughly. Dax was right behind Zor as they breached the home.

The home was in disarray and the cellar door was open. One of the Goff brothers stormed up the stairs. Dax charged at them and drove his foot into the man, knocking him down the stairs where he tumbled head over feet.

The other Goff twin watched his brother come falling down while Dax and Zor stormed down.

In the corner of the basement was a demonic looking woman with red skin and goat horns. She was completely naked and chained to the wall.

“Shouldn’t have come here!” The Goff twin said and picked up a sword.

“Help me!” The chained girl cried out.
 
"Monster!" Zor roared back at the Goff twin. "Preying on the innocent! I'll see your heads hang from an inquisitor's belt!" The rapier's razor-sharp tip searched for flesh, guided by the warrior's fury.
 
The battle was a hectic fray of swinging blades. Zor caught a good cut on his forearm. Dax came in from behind with a good slash to his leg tendons and he fell to their strikes. The whole while, the tiefling watched her kidnappers given their just desserts with awe. When it was over, Dax jumped on top of the guy he kicked and started smacking him awake.

"Hey, piss stain. Your brother is dead. You can join him if you like or let the courts have you. Honestly, I don't care which so decide for me." the rogue's voice was harsh and devoid of empathy for this shitheel.

"Please, untie me." the girl said. Her skin looked hot to touch. Seeing her more closely she had long tresses of dark brown hair and a pair of curved horns. She had fangs and a long whip-like tail and eyes flaming gold. Her chest was massive given her proportions. Dax was more interested in beating answers out of the remaining Goff twin to notice Zor or this strange demonic woman.
 
Zor carefully approached the tied-up woman, still on guard for any stragglers. "Ma'am, are you alright?" Zor inspected the woman from afar. The warrior was taken aback by the woman's demonic appearance, he wondered if they had really been too late if she had been corrupted. "Can you tell me what you look like, without looking at your own body?" While Zor was entranced by the woman's beauty, her form gave him pause. Perhaps she had replaced the victim and freeing her would cause the victim to be lost forever. Zor had to be sure she was innocent.
 
The girl cocked her head in confusion. “Huh? Are you blind or something? Uh. Red tiefling girl with curved horns, brown hair, tail and stuff. Those jerks ripped up my clothes.”

“Tiefling? Boss, she isn’t possessed. Do you know magic by chance, lady?” Dax asked.

She shook her head. “My name is Tyressa Spears. I’m a Phoenixblood academy graduate.” It was clear that the girl was losing strength, and being strung up like this was painful.
 
"I am sorry Ms. Spears; magic is outside my usual forte and was unclear if this was your original form." Zor chuckled brightly; his worries eased. As he flicked his wrist the rapier's point cutting apart the girl's bindings. The warrior reached out to support the woman as she fell. "You are safe with us. Dax can you find the lady something to cover herself with so we can get her home?"
 
Dax listened and started searching around. The goon laid on the ground and didn’t try to get up. In the next room, Dax unfortunately found several articles of female clothes in various sizes.

“Home? No. My home isn’t safe.” The girl clung to Zor like no force could pry her off of him. She felt weak. It took everything to stay on her feet.

“Boss? It’s really bad.” The rogue wore a grim expresssion. “Should find an alarm box or something. The authorities need to see this.”

In the back room was a chest full of bloody instruments and a small collection of skulls. Five to be exact.

“Oh. You should get her somewhere safe. I’m gonna tie up this guy and scram.” Dax said.
 
Zor nodded in response, he tried desperately to keep his mind of the woman cling to him for dear life. "Think you can get the authorities here, Dax?" While Zor hated the idea of leaving Dax alone, getting the girl to safety was still his priority. "Ms. Spears, I am going to take you some place safe now. If you will allow me to cover you, I will be honored to carry you away from here." It took all of Zor's will not to look down at the defenseless Tiefling's breasts. A small bead of sweat rolled down his brow as he continued to fight his more animalistic urges.
 
Ms. Spears needed Zor to help her up the stairs. Dax threw a gray gown over her shoulders to cover her backside for now. Then he finished tying up the goon and followed the others out.

“They sapped all my energy with my own wands… please, tell this one your name.” She asked. The way she begged him made it impossible to deny her.

“Zor? You’re my hero.” She would hug him tight. After a little while, police arrived and started quartering off the area. Zor and Dax were long gone by then. The girl managed to get the dress on with a little help.

Like most in his wage bracket, Zor lived in a small studio apartment. He was among the more well off since his home had plumbing and a kitchenette. Tyressa insisted on coming home with Zor since she didn’t feel safe with anyone else.
 
"Welcome to my home, Ms. Spears." Zor had carried the young woman all the way home, now he carried her through the doorway like a bride. "You shall be safe here with me." Zor looked into the eyes of his new charge, and his heart skipped a beat. She was truly a lovely creature; it was little wonder why the twin had been so eager to exploit her. "Can I get you something to drink?" Zor spoke, suddenly very aware he was still holding on to the Tiefling. With all the tender gentleness in the world he set her down on her feet, not letting go fully in case she was still have difficulties walking.
 
The tiefling girl was still weak but she quickly found somewhere to sit, in an armchair wearing the dress she borrowed. The electric shocks had made her whole body sensitive to touch. Though Zor didn’t know it, the whole walk home she was imprinting on him.

“I would love a drink. I’m parched,” she said dryly. Screaming for well over a day would leave anyone hoarse for sure. “You’re too kind. I didn’t think anyone would actually save me. I would’ve died down there.” She said, though she didn’t know how right she was after what Dax found.
 
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