Session XIII: Infestations, Part II - Point Blank Shot - Eriamas Delvito

"Are you alright, you look terrible?" Eriamas asked as he stepped behind the makeshift barricade they had made for themselves.

The only bounty hunter in one complete living piece look startled and suspicious.

"It's all clear, here let me help you up"

He winced in pain as Eriamas helped him to his feet.

"After you..." he bowed a little to lighten the mood.

The hunter hobbled to the doorway, stopped, stared, and fell to the ground.

"Fool, didn't you know, lying to a DelVito can be fatal"

There was noise from the corridor outside. Eriamas knew that Vilsaran in particular would object to his actions. One day his innocent eyes would see that sometimes this option was the quickest and neatest. No loose ends.

Eriamas dragged the body back behind the table with the rest of his dead companions and placed the arrow back into his quiver.

"Hey! in here!" Eriamas shouted once he'd dropped the body in a natural resting place.

Session XI: Into the Wild, Part I : Eriamas Delvito

Eriamas lay prone in the alcove pulling his blanket over his frostbitten body. The smell of burnt hair and rotting fish hung in the air around him but he was too tired to move let alone change. Starring at the ancient stone work he wondered how he'd thought this trip was ever a good idea. He puzzled why it was that, things just went awry when he worked with Markus and his associates. Maybe he was right the last time he left, perhaps he should go it alone.
Vilsaran returned from collecting more of the freakish brown mould which had caused Eriamas to be in this state.
Eriamas shuddered....
There was nothing Eriamas could put his finger on as being wrong with Vilsaran but the mission had certainly become more complicated by his presence. He'd heard his protestations about plotting ambushes with the Island's fauna but Eriamas had brushed over it hoping his influence would be missed by Markus. Eriamas simply wanted to go home to Elenkess. They were clearly out of their enviroment and no matter what lay back in his home city it wasn't nearly as bad as camping and eating dried meat rations here.
"Is there anything I can do?" Vilsaran enquired.

Eriamas grunted.

Vilsaran lay down behind Eriamas wrapping his arms around his shoulders in the hope of keeping him warm. Eriamas shut his eyes, it was weird but he was too tired to protest. Besides Eriamas appreciated the gesture more that he'd like to admit.

Out of Session: Independent Enterprises Part II - Eriamas Delvito

Gilk loved his job.

He was well aware that he played into the half orc stereotype, for Gilk was a thoughtful character. He simply didn't care. Administering beatings to hapless shopkeepers and failed gamblers was a therapeutic outlet for his hatred of humans and the torment he'd been put through since he was spat out of his Orcish mothers womb.

He hated orcs too, for the most part, but many of them were up front in their hatred and that could be resolved with a drinking competition or fist fight. Gilk often earned his respect quickly that way. Humans were altogether more spiteful in their prejudices, whispering, exclusion from drinking establishments, work and even some areas of the market. Sneaky bastards!

Gilk often rehashed some of his childhood experiences of humans before starting his collections. The fire would fizz in his belly and the first on his list would at least receive a bloody nose, even if they paid their debt in full. That rarely happened though and Gilk would let out satisfied sighs of pleasure as he snapped bone and gouged eye sockets.

He'd stepped out of the last shop he was to visit for the day. The potter had a well know soft spot for the dice and had run up a considerable debt with the fat goblin. He'd missed two payments and now he was missing two fingers.

As Gilk turned into the alley. A cowled figure produced a stone which flashed briefly.....

Gilk shook his head. He was two roads down and empty handed. The fat goblin wont be pleased he thought.

Out Of Session: Independent Enterprises, Part I - Eriamas Delvito

And what of the other member of the black street gang? The one they thought was lost, the one who'd withdrawn himself for so long from the others. To find that out my dear friends we must search him out ourselves.

Lets pull away from the busying of the artisans putting the finishings to the new inn they jointly owned but he himself had last seen only in a blueprint when Yaef was still alive.

Floating high into the blue winter sky above Elenkess we drive South and West. Past the Riverfolk below loading their boats for the trip Eastward. Through the choking smoke rising from Bell forge and onwards towards the imposing castle at the city's heart. Then swiftly South and down toward the small houses, shops and alleys which make up the backstreets bordering Westhill with New markets.

There he is... you see him? On that roof with the small gang of youngsters...

Eriamas leant over the rooftop waiting for his mark to turn the corner.

"Is he nearly here?" One of the older kids asked. (I use this term broadly for the youngest was a little over twelve in years)

Eriamas turned nodded and put his index finger to his lips.

The neatly dress gentleman in the street below looked like he was in great haste. His bushy brows (a feature he seemed to have groomed and grown to perfection, perhaps as a result of owning very little other hair on his face or head) were furrowed with concern. Bottles of varying shapes and sizes clanked precariously in his hands and arms.

"NOW!" Eriamas jumped up closely followed by his gang of tykes...

*SPLAT*

The flame brow'ed man saw the first egg land at his feet, turning to look up was his first mistake. The next three eggs to follow hit him squarely on his face, head and chest. He now knew he was under attack but by the time he began to move toward the cover of a shop awning he was pelted with a second volley. This time he lost his balance and grip of all the bottles he had in his care.

The smash of his cargo and the yelp from the steaming, stinking heap that lay in the street was the indicator to the gang to make their get away.

"Over the roof!" Eriamas jumped followed by the rest.

Climbing over two more buildings and down a prepared rope in the alley behind Blackspring Avenue they knew they were safe. After a short burst of laugher and self congratulation the gang split.

As Eriamas walked with Meldria (they all knew that even if they felt safe now, travelling in pairs for the route back was a wisdom born from experience.)

"He looked pretty upset, Eri?"

"Aye he did, and well he should after what he did to Wilras. Bigots will always get theirs when I get wind of it."

Meldria nodded and carried on walking in silence as she wasn't entirely sure what a bigot was. She resolved to find out, as she certainly didn't want to be one for fear of getting covered in rotten egg herself.

Session VIII: The Thought Eater, Part III - Eriamas Delvito

Click Clock...went the lock.

Eriamas winked at Yaef. Sliding the tools into a concealed side pocket in his black leather armour.

It was the confidence boost Eriamas had been looking for. He had been avoiding the gang after his fall and had only come out of hiding after hearing from Markus that they'd come by an item of great and disturbing power.

Eriamas detected a glimer of a smile behind Yaef's usually pained expression. He'd softened to Yaef recently. He believed he'd misjudged him and that he was skilled enough to more than contribute to their exploits.

They stepped into the bookshop, opened their bags and started piling books and scrolls into them.

"These books are empty" Yeaf remarked
"almost like.." He paused
"The knowledge has been taken from them"

A groan and crash came from the upstairs room.

They both stopped and looked up. Eriamas pointed to the stairs pulling one of his blades from his thigh strap...

Out Of Session: Bruised

Eriamas slipped his legging down and picked up the pot of healing ointment from the table. The fall had caused a huge bruise on his back spreading to his legs. He winced as he prepared to apply the veldarian moss....

"Eriamas, do you know where my ...."

Leaping towards the door he tripped and fell over himself. Just for a second he wondered if he was really cut out for adventure with the clumsiness he'd exhibited over the last 48 hours.

Eliandor, his younger sister and closest in age, stepped through the door dressed in a beautiful white traditional Bentocovite dining dress.

"Eri, What are you doing sprawled out on the floor?"

"Being clumsy. Now give me a hand up I need to apply this before dinner"

Eriamas knew Eli had a gift so he'd decided a long time ago not to bother concealing his activities from her. She enjoyed the tales he returned with and he was happy in the knowledge that a little truth prevented over delving into his business.

"Eri! How did you do that?"

"That's what you get when you fall from a roof top, little one."

Eliandor laughed

Eriamas winced again as he pulled his dining suit trousers on.

"You'll have to tell me all about it after dinner. I hear father is keen to impress his new friends, so you can expect him to dig up many of his old stories."

This dinner is going to be painful in more than just the usual manner he thought as he hobbled out of the bedroom.

Out Of Session: The Adept

Through the foggy night, I crept
'cross roof, yard and alley I leapt

Into his bedroom I stepped
The poison blade, I drove as he slept

Out of the window I swept
My feet on the sill below I kept

Away into the night, I wept
Is this me who I now must accept?

Out Of Session: A Twist Of The Knife

I sit up in the dark, the sweat sticks the sheets to my legs. I turn and sip some water in the hope that the boys face will fade from my minds eye. It doesn't. I need rest, but for the last five days I have replayed the moment when the light of his life leaves his young body.
I tell myself that if we hadn't me and my friends may be dead now too, that it if it wasn't me it would have been someone else, someone crueler.
I lie back down, I must sleep, the ships will arrive soon and I will need to be alert and ready... perhaps I need some clerical guidance to stop this haunting.

Session I: Stealing Beauty, Part II - Eriamas Delvito

Perched atop a building the pair loaded their bows and fired at the group of zombies below.

"So what do we do until the militia arrives?" Markus asked

Eriamas peered over the edge

Suddenly a zombie, who'd managed to climb half way up the wall lost it's grip and fell to the ground in a heap of rotten clothes and pus ridden flesh.
Eriamas and Markus looked at each other, shrugged and fired another volley into the shambling mass below."

***
"Gold Gold Gold...

Eriamas had been waiting for the others for an hour in this Dwarven local before they'd arrived. Between the singing dwarves and the drunken gnome next to him at the bar he'd grown quite weary. He rubbed his temples.
***
Lugus stood up

"I shall speak to her! "

Picking up his glass of Gnomic liquor he downed the last of it.....

Lugus sat down again....

"Gurgle"

Eriamas turned to Markus.

"Perhaps you should go."