Hextaur paid his share from his gang collection Zinos 'Someone else's money was always better.'.
He then headed down to Precinct 6. 'I was really hoping to get patched up before the big event, but deadlines are deadlines.' He thought as he went to Augustine Station.
Hex walked up to the ticket counter, "I need a lift to Precinct 6. You can charge it to the Syndicate." He said as he flashed his guild badge. He then followed the signs to the platform and that is when he noticed it was one of the giant frog air bladder creatures. "Damn it, I hate these things. Why can't we use machines like we meant to?" I passerby answered without thinking, "I kind of like them they are much quieter." Hex glared and the patron quickly took a seat far away from the Minotaur.
Milana almost didn't make it to Augustine Station in time to catch the odd frog creature to Precinct 6. After getting a ticket (also put on the Syndicates tab) she hustled on-bored, just in time. Most of the seats were taken but their was one next to a Minotaur who looked oddly familiar, like they had passed in a hallway once or twice. She made her way over to the warrior and bowed slightly to him and indicated the open seat. "Is this seat available?"
Hextaur went to grill her back, when he noticed her coin chain partially hidden under her robes. "Nah it is open." Hex shifted his shield over.
"Hextaur Odruun, Enforcer." He said as he reached a massive hand over to her.
"So you got business in Precinct 6? I'm heading down to a fence named Giles. He might be interfering with Syndicate business."
As they flew over the edge of 6. "Have you ever seen so much squalor? I get that most of them are unguilded, but the least they could do is take care of what they have."
((How do you want to approach this? Do we want a general outline or just wing it and see how it goes? Also how much time do we want to wait if the ideas are flowing? For instance if my mind is racing can I drag you along as a cardboard cutout and then you can fill in your actions retroactively or vice versa?))
It was an almost comedic sight. Milana's small frame next to the huge Minotaur knight and then shaking his hand politely. "Pleased to meet you Hextaur, I am Milana Vrona. An Advokist. It seems our goals maybe entwined. I too am seeking a man named Giles, though mine was described as an Izzit Attendant, he's fallen behind on his payments for a loan and I am to collect and remind him who he's dealing with." She sighed sadly as they entered this poorer side of the district. "I've never been here myself, but I see them come to the Basilica, seeking the fortune that the Syndicate can offer day after day."
Hex tried to look as if he was an expert in all things, "Yea, well, the Izzit aren't exactly known for paying their lower ranked well, so a lot of them have side hustles. This guy might be doing both. I was given an address of a place that he does business out of."
"So when we get down there, you want to watch for two things: people trying to sell you knockoff/stolen wares or pickpockets. I recommend stayin' close and not being friendly unless you think you can get what you want from them. Course not everyone is out to get over, but enough are that you want to be wary."
The Gondola floated down with a loud belching sound and the frog's tongue flapped with the force. Hex looked back at the other passenger, "I thought you said they were quite." The woman shrugged.
Hex got off and began making his way to the address.
(( Hextaur is looking for a fenced item [that might be one of the 10 items that his Angel is looking for {why did the other gang have it, where was he taking it}] I'm thinking that he could work fence on the side and the address could be anything.)
They arrived at what appeared to be a warehouse. They walked up to the front door and it wasn't locked. Hextaur entered into a... Lobby? The entry way was decorated in a boring waiting room motif. There were uncomfortable plastic looking chairs with wooden arms. The coffee table had old wrinkled magazines. A single sliding window with a bell.
Hex walked up and rang the bell. Eventually a young Vedalkin came up, "Can I help you?" "Yes, we are here to see Giles." 'Oh... well he is in the lab working on an important project." "Can we head back and talk to him. We promise to not get in the way." There was a loud buzz and the door popped open.
They went in and there were loud machines vibrating and electricity arcing. Vats and vials boiled and popped. Goblins scurried this way and that in lab coats carrying all manor of things.
Hex yelled, "Where is Giles?!" Each time the Goblins pointed deeper and deeper into the lab. The farther they went the zanier the machines became.
More than once they had to dodge swinging arms and what could only be described as Arcano-tech as they made their way to the room marked, Heptogrammic Isolation Experimentation. Hex pounded on the door and hoped that whoever was on the other side could hear and would be Giles.
A moment later a Symic Hybrid smashed its goggled scaled face against the window and breathed a thick fog cloud onto the window, "Important research come back later!" they yelled. Hex yelled, "Are you Giles?" The Hybrid responded, "You must be the new research... sub-er-um... testers. Hold on." There was loud thunk as a giant ship style wheel spun and a hissing of air released as the door popped open. "Come in it is much quieter." He motioned with 2 octopus tentacles. They went in and as soon as Giles cranked the wheel it became deathly silent. Only the sounds of their breathing filled the room. "Good, good, let's begin."
The room immediately went dark and symbols started appearing on the wall. Then the floor and ceiling began to ripple. "Hey, what's going on?!" Hextaur yelled. Milana responded from near by, but there was no response from their... host? Experimenter.
As the darkness surrounded them, Milana immediately went to stand back to back with Hex, but she couldn't see anything except the strange symbols. Raising her ready to cast Sacred Flame, she replied to Hexs call "Right behind you," and much quieter, "I didn't have nearly enough coffee for this..."
Hextaur recoiled in shock as he saw planes flying by him. Places he had never seen: ancient lands, deserts, floating lands, cities, oceans, gods and demon. Things and places that he had never imagined existing (MTG Planes). The room settled on a laboratory and what appeared to be a mad scientist splicing together animals. Unlike the Symic this man was taking two or more animals, cutting them in half and attaching them to each other. There didn't appear to be any rhyme or reason.
A cat snake and rhino crocodile noticed them and broke free of their cages.
The Rhino charged right at the group Hex shoved Milana and dove to the side as the beast slammed into the wall. The cat snake slithered into the room as well, but it didn't appear to be dangerous. Giles cackled with glee, "Excellent!" and then the lights came back on with the two animals trapped in the room with no signs of the otherworldly laboratory.
Milana, ducked to the side, hoping to let Hex hold the line while she rained radiant light down on it from the safest distance she could get in this room. "Defiantly not enough coffee, or whisky in the coffee this morning." She would then attempt to strike the beast with Sacred Flame.
Hextaur did everything he could to stay alive. He dodged, ducked, blocked and paired. He even got lucky and slipped when the beast tried to whip him with its tail. "Burn this damn thing faster! I don't know how much more I can take." Hex tried to strike when he could, but he was mostly focused on not being crushed. Luckily for them the Rhinodile didn't seem anymore intelligent than a normal animal and never seemed to notice that Milana was the real threat.
Despite his best efforts, the beast managed to knock him down and began stomping him to death.
All the while, the Catsnake had slithered off to the side and was trying its best to not be noticed.
Hextaur came to as Healing Energies rippled through his body repairing the shattered bones. He couldn't feel the pain. His body was in full fight-or-flight mode. Miraculously his ax was near his hand. He wrapped his fingers around the pommel in slow motion. The whole world was moving like the air was gelatin. Hex grabbed his ax in two hands and brought the blade down in a mighty chop into the Rhinodile's tail. The tail came off and twitched on the ground. Blood spurted out all over floor as the beast thrashed about in pain.
Hex used the creature's pain as the distraction he needed and began chopping violently into the Rhino's massively thick neck as the time dilation began to wear off. The spine was surprisingly difficult to cleave, but sever it did and the Rhinodile collapsed to the ground in a heap and began making a terrible mewling sound. Hex continued swinging to put it out of its misery.
Giles then came over the load speaker, "Idiots! You were supposed to capture or distract the discoveries! Not kill them!"
Hex looked around, "We don't work for the lab. We are here to collect your overdue payments to the Orzhov Syndicate." Pain then flooded through his system and he began to collapse. He reached out for Milana
(This could be a good chance to use the snake as a hostage/collateral to get him to pay. Also I assumed you would heal me, if not maybe the room does that. [I also recommend Healing Word over Cure Wounds. You can heal from distance.])
Milana steadied Hextaur as he asked, "Hand me the writ please." Milana handed it over and he began to read, "Client had willingly payed interest in the first few months of the agreement, but has not been seen in the past couple of months. His second month has already passed and he is about to also fail to pay the third's month deadline. As is customary to our clients, we'd like you to remind them of their obligations to their contract with us. Along with now paying an overdue fee of 50 Zinos due to his negligence."
Hextaur continued, "Also I believe you bought an item from an debtor of ours that owes us as well, Mr. Lewis. As such we need you to hand that over as well."
Giles came out with his tentacles flailing about for emphasis, "You just cost me how much money for that beautiful specimen that you wantonly destroyed. Furthermore, any dealings made with a third party are not synicate business."
Hex snatched up the catsnake, "Pay up or the second one dies as well."
Giles looked disgusted, "Stop, stop, stop. I'll gather what I have and the item." Giles left and as soon as he came back in the room he had a Mithral Key and Hex smelled fresh baked cinnamon rolls. Hex focused on the Key and then he could feel the celestial power emanating from it. "Hand over the Key." Giles did and Hex was clearly excited. His heart was racing. 'The Dark Mistress will be so pleased!' "Now pay the lady."
Giles reached out a few platinum Zinos to Milana. "That is all I have, plus the key that should catch me up."
Hextaur grimaced in pain, "Also I need healing. I think I died for a bit there." 'Was I dead? I didn't see an afterlife or hear the Mistress calling. Maybe I just blacked out.'
Giles direct him to a goblin near the front that had Healing Potions.
As soon as they stepped out the the wheel groaned to the locking position and Hex headed to the front. He asked around, but couldn't find anyone that knew of Healing potions for non-guild members. They offered to sell him one, but it was more than he made in a week. Hextaur went back and pounded on the door, but there was no answer. The door was built to contain wild beasts and would easily keep him out.
He limped back to catch a flight.
This time it was a noisy, chugging, grinding air ship, that he thought would be better, but the vibrations were causing pain to his recently healed fractures. Hex would have been in a lousy mood, except he had found the Key. He didn't know what it did, but by Obzedat he knew she wanted it.
((Just remembered the Ghost I forgot to have him snooping around or whatever it is he up to.))
Hextaur strode past the Armory. He wanted his Dark Mistress to see his injuries to know the struggles that he had been through for her. He stopped at the Advokist in front of her sanctuary, "Is Tzuriel available for audience? I have completed a task she sent me on." She smiled and said, "I shall check" She muttered something and hesitated. Hex wasn't sure, but he assumed it was some kind of communication spell.
He waited patiently... Around 10 minutes later she said, "You may enter."
Hex entered as the triumphant champion, that he felt he was, with the Key in hand. "My Lady I have the first of the Celestial Items."
"Place it on the altar."
Hex reverently bowed as he placed the Key on the altar and waited. "This pleases me. You shall be rewarded." Luminescence cascaded from the Angel into Hextaur. He could feel his injuries repairing and more. Radiant energy coursed through his veins, his body flexed and spasmed. His head flew back and he bellowed.
After he recovered, "Thank you Mistress your gifts are too kind."
She floated serenely as if he had not spoken. Hex waited and nothing more was said. He bowed and left the sanctuary.
He absent mindedly whistled as he headed to the armory. 'Today was a good day.'
((Sorry about the delay in posting. I was on Spring Break as such I was working another job and then went on vacation for the remainder of the week. I never heard back about leveling to 2. As such I am going ahead with that.))
Hextaur woke up and found that the power had faded from his muscles. He was no longer thrumming with energy, but some of it still remained. He remembered visions of The Dark Mistress and her showing him his new powers. He knew how to better protect himself martially and with magic, heal himself even more, channel Holy energy into his attacks and how to Command people to do his bidding. He didn't realize at the time how important these abilities would be, but he soon would.
Hex headed to the armory and dressed for work. His chain mail had been mended, his javelins straightened or replaced and his ax was sharpened to a razor's edge. "Good work Thrull." He said to the construct in the corner. It didn't seem to notice or react, the same as it did when he berated it.
"So Alan are we taking on that gang today? I've been given gifts for my service and believe are more ready to take them on. Also I ran into an Advokist Milana and her was help greatly appreciated. Maybe we can rope her into this gig as well."
Hextaur walked out and headed to Milana's office. 'It must be nice to work in an office and not have to be an Enforcer.' Hextaur thought to himself. 'Cushy seats and not having to wear armor, just so that you can survive to go home. Although, I heard it can be really tedious and bureaucratic.'
(Fast forward past that scene if Milana wants to join day 2 she still can.)
Hextaur headed back to Precinct 6. Once again he was surrounded by the underclass. When you are as large as Hextaur it is hard to blend in to the masses and go unnoticed. So instead Hextaur did the opposite and stood tall and as broad as he could. He walked directly at people and forced them to step out of his way. It was a dominance game that he liked to play. 'That's right, you unguilded weaklings get out of my way.' He thought to himself as he strolled down Tin Street.
He came across a group of Rakdos street performers. At first it just appeared to be a comedy with sad clowns that were being pierced with large sharp objects. He stopped to watch, there was something grossly inhumane, yet captivating about it. The more he watched he began to see that it was a commentary on the bureaucracy of the Azorius Senate. They had taken the pain of the monotony and ineffectiveness of their system and expressed it as actual physical pain. Hextaur smiled to himself as he pondered whether he would enjoy this if it was about the Syndicate.
Hex then moved on past the Kamen Foundry with its tall intimidating walls and archers watching over the Ramparts. He noticed angels floating over their troops and none of them appeared intimidated, in fact they appeared to be inspired by their presences. The soldiers drilled harder and seemed to be invigorated. 'Are your angels different? Is there something wrong with Tzuriel? Is she tainted by some type of darkness? Why did she demand that I bring her Abyssal objects? Is she going to use them for something evil or is power just just power and the source doesn't matter?' These were the thoughts that flooded his head as he walked by.
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Hextaur paid his share from his gang collection Zinos 'Someone else's money was always better.'.
He then headed down to Precinct 6. 'I was really hoping to get patched up before the big event, but deadlines are deadlines.' He thought as he went to Augustine Station.
Hex walked up to the ticket counter, "I need a lift to Precinct 6. You can charge it to the Syndicate." He said as he flashed his guild badge. He then followed the signs to the platform and that is when he noticed it was one of the giant frog air bladder creatures. "Damn it, I hate these things. Why can't we use machines like we meant to?" I passerby answered without thinking, "I kind of like them they are much quieter." Hex glared and the patron quickly took a seat far away from the Minotaur.
Milana almost didn't make it to Augustine Station in time to catch the odd frog creature to Precinct 6. After getting a ticket (also put on the Syndicates tab) she hustled on-bored, just in time. Most of the seats were taken but their was one next to a Minotaur who looked oddly familiar, like they had passed in a hallway once or twice. She made her way over to the warrior and bowed slightly to him and indicated the open seat. "Is this seat available?"
Hextaur went to grill her back, when he noticed her coin chain partially hidden under her robes. "Nah it is open." Hex shifted his shield over.
"Hextaur Odruun, Enforcer." He said as he reached a massive hand over to her.
"So you got business in Precinct 6? I'm heading down to a fence named Giles. He might be interfering with Syndicate business."
As they flew over the edge of 6. "Have you ever seen so much squalor? I get that most of them are unguilded, but the least they could do is take care of what they have."
((How do you want to approach this? Do we want a general outline or just wing it and see how it goes? Also how much time do we want to wait if the ideas are flowing? For instance if my mind is racing can I drag you along as a cardboard cutout and then you can fill in your actions retroactively or vice versa?))
It was an almost comedic sight. Milana's small frame next to the huge Minotaur knight and then shaking his hand politely. "Pleased to meet you Hextaur, I am Milana Vrona. An Advokist. It seems our goals maybe entwined. I too am seeking a man named Giles, though mine was described as an Izzit Attendant, he's fallen behind on his payments for a loan and I am to collect and remind him who he's dealing with." She sighed sadly as they entered this poorer side of the district. "I've never been here myself, but I see them come to the Basilica, seeking the fortune that the Syndicate can offer day after day."
Hex tried to look as if he was an expert in all things, "Yea, well, the Izzit aren't exactly known for paying their lower ranked well, so a lot of them have side hustles. This guy might be doing both. I was given an address of a place that he does business out of."
"So when we get down there, you want to watch for two things: people trying to sell you knockoff/stolen wares or pickpockets. I recommend stayin' close and not being friendly unless you think you can get what you want from them. Course not everyone is out to get over, but enough are that you want to be wary."
The Gondola floated down with a loud belching sound and the frog's tongue flapped with the force. Hex looked back at the other passenger, "I thought you said they were quite." The woman shrugged.
Hex got off and began making his way to the address.
(( Hextaur is looking for a fenced item [that might be one of the 10 items that his Angel is looking for {why did the other gang have it, where was he taking it}] I'm thinking that he could work fence on the side and the address could be anything.)
They arrived at what appeared to be a warehouse. They walked up to the front door and it wasn't locked. Hextaur entered into a... Lobby? The entry way was decorated in a boring waiting room motif. There were uncomfortable plastic looking chairs with wooden arms. The coffee table had old wrinkled magazines. A single sliding window with a bell.
Hex walked up and rang the bell. Eventually a young Vedalkin came up, "Can I help you?" "Yes, we are here to see Giles." 'Oh... well he is in the lab working on an important project." "Can we head back and talk to him. We promise to not get in the way." There was a loud buzz and the door popped open.
They went in and there were loud machines vibrating and electricity arcing. Vats and vials boiled and popped. Goblins scurried this way and that in lab coats carrying all manor of things.
Hex yelled, "Where is Giles?!" Each time the Goblins pointed deeper and deeper into the lab. The farther they went the zanier the machines became.
More than once they had to dodge swinging arms and what could only be described as Arcano-tech as they made their way to the room marked, Heptogrammic Isolation Experimentation. Hex pounded on the door and hoped that whoever was on the other side could hear and would be Giles.
A moment later a Symic Hybrid smashed its goggled scaled face against the window and breathed a thick fog cloud onto the window, "Important research come back later!" they yelled. Hex yelled, "Are you Giles?" The Hybrid responded, "You must be the new research... sub-er-um... testers. Hold on." There was loud thunk as a giant ship style wheel spun and a hissing of air released as the door popped open. "Come in it is much quieter." He motioned with 2 octopus tentacles. They went in and as soon as Giles cranked the wheel it became deathly silent. Only the sounds of their breathing filled the room. "Good, good, let's begin."
The room immediately went dark and symbols started appearing on the wall. Then the floor and ceiling began to ripple. "Hey, what's going on?!" Hextaur yelled. Milana responded from near by, but there was no response from their... host? Experimenter.
As the darkness surrounded them, Milana immediately went to stand back to back with Hex, but she couldn't see anything except the strange symbols. Raising her ready to cast Sacred Flame, she replied to Hexs call "Right behind you," and much quieter, "I didn't have nearly enough coffee for this..."
Hextaur recoiled in shock as he saw planes flying by him. Places he had never seen: ancient lands, deserts, floating lands, cities, oceans, gods and demon. Things and places that he had never imagined existing (MTG Planes). The room settled on a laboratory and what appeared to be a mad scientist splicing together animals. Unlike the Symic this man was taking two or more animals, cutting them in half and attaching them to each other. There didn't appear to be any rhyme or reason.
A cat snake and rhino crocodile noticed them and broke free of their cages.
The Rhino charged right at the group Hex shoved Milana and dove to the side as the beast slammed into the wall. The cat snake slithered into the room as well, but it didn't appear to be dangerous. Giles cackled with glee, "Excellent!" and then the lights came back on with the two animals trapped in the room with no signs of the otherworldly laboratory.
Milana, ducked to the side, hoping to let Hex hold the line while she rained radiant light down on it from the safest distance she could get in this room. "Defiantly not enough coffee, or whisky in the coffee this morning." She would then attempt to strike the beast with Sacred Flame.
Hextaur did everything he could to stay alive. He dodged, ducked, blocked and paired. He even got lucky and slipped when the beast tried to whip him with its tail. "Burn this damn thing faster! I don't know how much more I can take." Hex tried to strike when he could, but he was mostly focused on not being crushed. Luckily for them the Rhinodile didn't seem anymore intelligent than a normal animal and never seemed to notice that Milana was the real threat.
Despite his best efforts, the beast managed to knock him down and began stomping him to death.
All the while, the Catsnake had slithered off to the side and was trying its best to not be noticed.
Hextaur came to as Healing Energies rippled through his body repairing the shattered bones. He couldn't feel the pain. His body was in full fight-or-flight mode. Miraculously his ax was near his hand. He wrapped his fingers around the pommel in slow motion. The whole world was moving like the air was gelatin. Hex grabbed his ax in two hands and brought the blade down in a mighty chop into the Rhinodile's tail. The tail came off and twitched on the ground. Blood spurted out all over floor as the beast thrashed about in pain.
Hex used the creature's pain as the distraction he needed and began chopping violently into the Rhino's massively thick neck as the time dilation began to wear off. The spine was surprisingly difficult to cleave, but sever it did and the Rhinodile collapsed to the ground in a heap and began making a terrible mewling sound. Hex continued swinging to put it out of its misery.
Giles then came over the load speaker, "Idiots! You were supposed to capture or distract the discoveries! Not kill them!"
Hex looked around, "We don't work for the lab. We are here to collect your overdue payments to the Orzhov Syndicate." Pain then flooded through his system and he began to collapse. He reached out for Milana
(This could be a good chance to use the snake as a hostage/collateral to get him to pay. Also I assumed you would heal me, if not maybe the room does that. [I also recommend Healing Word over Cure Wounds. You can heal from distance.])
Milana steadied Hextaur as he asked, "Hand me the writ please." Milana handed it over and he began to read, "Client had willingly payed interest in the first few months of the agreement, but has not been seen in the past couple of months. His second month has already passed and he is about to also fail to pay the third's month deadline. As is customary to our clients, we'd like you to remind them of their obligations to their contract with us. Along with now paying an overdue fee of 50 Zinos due to his negligence."
Hextaur continued, "Also I believe you bought an item from an debtor of ours that owes us as well, Mr. Lewis. As such we need you to hand that over as well."
Giles came out with his tentacles flailing about for emphasis, "You just cost me how much money for that beautiful specimen that you wantonly destroyed. Furthermore, any dealings made with a third party are not synicate business."
Hex snatched up the catsnake, "Pay up or the second one dies as well."
Giles looked disgusted, "Stop, stop, stop. I'll gather what I have and the item." Giles left and as soon as he came back in the room he had a Mithral Key and Hex smelled fresh baked cinnamon rolls. Hex focused on the Key and then he could feel the celestial power emanating from it. "Hand over the Key." Giles did and Hex was clearly excited. His heart was racing. 'The Dark Mistress will be so pleased!' "Now pay the lady."
Giles reached out a few platinum Zinos to Milana. "That is all I have, plus the key that should catch me up."
Hextaur grimaced in pain, "Also I need healing. I think I died for a bit there." 'Was I dead? I didn't see an afterlife or hear the Mistress calling. Maybe I just blacked out.'
Giles direct him to a goblin near the front that had Healing Potions.
As soon as they stepped out the the wheel groaned to the locking position and Hex headed to the front. He asked around, but couldn't find anyone that knew of Healing potions for non-guild members. They offered to sell him one, but it was more than he made in a week. Hextaur went back and pounded on the door, but there was no answer. The door was built to contain wild beasts and would easily keep him out.
He limped back to catch a flight.
This time it was a noisy, chugging, grinding air ship, that he thought would be better, but the vibrations were causing pain to his recently healed fractures. Hex would have been in a lousy mood, except he had found the Key. He didn't know what it did, but by Obzedat he knew she wanted it.
((Just remembered the Ghost I forgot to have him snooping around or whatever it is he up to.))
Hextaur strode past the Armory. He wanted his Dark Mistress to see his injuries to know the struggles that he had been through for her. He stopped at the Advokist in front of her sanctuary, "Is Tzuriel available for audience? I have completed a task she sent me on." She smiled and said, "I shall check" She muttered something and hesitated. Hex wasn't sure, but he assumed it was some kind of communication spell.
He waited patiently... Around 10 minutes later she said, "You may enter."
Hex entered as the triumphant champion, that he felt he was, with the Key in hand. "My Lady I have the first of the Celestial Items."
"Place it on the altar."
Hex reverently bowed as he placed the Key on the altar and waited. "This pleases me. You shall be rewarded." Luminescence cascaded from the Angel into Hextaur. He could feel his injuries repairing and more. Radiant energy coursed through his veins, his body flexed and spasmed. His head flew back and he bellowed.
After he recovered, "Thank you Mistress your gifts are too kind."
She floated serenely as if he had not spoken. Hex waited and nothing more was said. He bowed and left the sanctuary.
He absent mindedly whistled as he headed to the armory. 'Today was a good day.'
((Sorry about the delay in posting. I was on Spring Break as such I was working another job and then went on vacation for the remainder of the week. I never heard back about leveling to 2. As such I am going ahead with that.))
Hextaur woke up and found that the power had faded from his muscles. He was no longer thrumming with energy, but some of it still remained. He remembered visions of The Dark Mistress and her showing him his new powers. He knew how to better protect himself martially and with magic, heal himself even more, channel Holy energy into his attacks and how to Command people to do his bidding. He didn't realize at the time how important these abilities would be, but he soon would.
Hex headed to the armory and dressed for work. His chain mail had been mended, his javelins straightened or replaced and his ax was sharpened to a razor's edge. "Good work Thrull." He said to the construct in the corner. It didn't seem to notice or react, the same as it did when he berated it.
"So Alan are we taking on that gang today? I've been given gifts for my service and believe are more ready to take them on. Also I ran into an Advokist Milana and her was help greatly appreciated. Maybe we can rope her into this gig as well."
Hextaur walked out and headed to Milana's office. 'It must be nice to work in an office and not have to be an Enforcer.' Hextaur thought to himself. 'Cushy seats and not having to wear armor, just so that you can survive to go home. Although, I heard it can be really tedious and bureaucratic.'
Hex knocked on the door.
(Fast forward past that scene if Milana wants to join day 2 she still can.)
Hextaur headed back to Precinct 6. Once again he was surrounded by the underclass. When you are as large as Hextaur it is hard to blend in to the masses and go unnoticed. So instead Hextaur did the opposite and stood tall and as broad as he could. He walked directly at people and forced them to step out of his way. It was a dominance game that he liked to play. 'That's right, you unguilded weaklings get out of my way.' He thought to himself as he strolled down Tin Street.
He came across a group of Rakdos street performers. At first it just appeared to be a comedy with sad clowns that were being pierced with large sharp objects. He stopped to watch, there was something grossly inhumane, yet captivating about it. The more he watched he began to see that it was a commentary on the bureaucracy of the Azorius Senate. They had taken the pain of the monotony and ineffectiveness of their system and expressed it as actual physical pain. Hextaur smiled to himself as he pondered whether he would enjoy this if it was about the Syndicate.
Hex then moved on past the Kamen Foundry with its tall intimidating walls and archers watching over the Ramparts. He noticed angels floating over their troops and none of them appeared intimidated, in fact they appeared to be inspired by their presences. The soldiers drilled harder and seemed to be invigorated. 'Are your angels different? Is there something wrong with Tzuriel? Is she tainted by some type of darkness? Why did she demand that I bring her Abyssal objects? Is she going to use them for something evil or is power just just power and the source doesn't matter?' These were the thoughts that flooded his head as he walked by.