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Mercy
Saturday 10 June 2075 0345 Wyvern's Loft Orc Underground Seattle


You are lost in the world of "Dawn of Atlantis III", one of the hottest MMO trid games on the market, probably second in popularity to the long-famous "Vampire Hunter", a series that has been a major hit since its inception over forty years earlier. Currently, you are relaxing in the safe zone in the city of Marduk, selling off your hard won treasures so that you can get your armor upgraded to the next level. The market street is abuzz with rumors of a new land being discovered to the east. You are approached in your wanderings by a street urchin. He bows low to you and says, "Oh, gracious master. I have been tasked with finding you. The message is to meet with Ayla the Beautiful at the Red Sands two hours hence. I am to wait for an answer." You know that the Red Sands is perhaps the best known brothel in all of Marduk, perhaps all of Atlantis. The dancers there are among the very elite of the trained courtesans. By its nature, it is also the most expensive brothel in all of Marduk, perhaps all of Atlantis. The urchin is politely waiting for a reply.
Rikijiat
Saturday 10 June 2075 0345 Wyvern's Loft Orc Underground Seattle


Wyvern stretched his huge muscles. He loved Dawn of Atlantis III, he'd been playing since the time it came online. Marduk was a bustling city and he loved to watched people scurrying all over. Here he was a massive warrior Troll, he loved looking down at the people. He was 9 foot tall, and dark orange skin, huge ram like horns with the right one just slightly longer than the left, and a scar that went from his left eye to his chin. He had a huge claymore on his back, and was wearing black polished steel armor. Just two hundred more gold and he had the upgrade to onyx. That's when the little urchin cane up to him. The Red Sands, what is she thinking. He gives off a sigh, "Fine boy, tell her I'll be there." He looked at his gold total, how far would this set him back from his goal. He started to walk over in the direction of the brothel.
Mercy
Saturday 10 June 2075 0355 Wyvern's Loft Orc Underground Seattle


The boy scampers off with your message that you will be at the Red Sands as soon as possible. As you wander through the market you reflect that you are indeed impressive and your presence gathers a good bit of respect from the others in the market. As you make your way leisurely through the market, your senses are assaulted by a myriad of street hawkers trying to get your attention...............and your hard-won gold. The Red Sands is the largest building in the famed District of Pleasures and you are immediately aware of the number of toughs guarding the entrance, a usual indicator that someone of importance must be inside. Based on the fact that all the guards are Trolls, some even larger than you, the person must be important indeed. As one, the guards watch you as you climb the stairs and from their midst, a beautiful human woman approaches you. Her hair is tied back in the formal manner that indicates that she is a Djinn, making the entire retinue of Trolls almost superfluous as the Djinn are famed for their combat prowess. She bows low to you and says, "Welcome, Urthor. You are the one that is waited for. Please come with me and you will be rewarded."
Rikijiat
Saturday 10 June 2075 0356 Wyvern's Loft Orc Underground Seattle

Wyvern's couldn't believe the toughs in the area, all Trolls, to protect a Djinn, it makes no sense. Something was going on, this seemed more like what a Johnson would do than a gamer. Urthor stood up straighter, trying to look tougher, more confident than he already did, it wasn't easy but it was easier for him here than in the meat world. He wasn't on the look out for money right now, and he felt he had the gold for the upgrade he wanted, but there was something in the way the Djinn said rewarded that made him follow. "So what's your name Hun? You got me at a disadvantage." He grinned.
Mercy
Saturday 10 June 2075 0416 Wyvern's Loft Orc Underground Seattle


The Djinn waved her hand dismissively. "Who I am is unimportant. I am simply the maid to my master. He uses me as he desires in accordance with the obligations incurred in my contract, the terms of which were set in blood long ago. My master is creative in how he uses me and in what manner. But now I am a simple messenger and guide." She smiles at you as she leads the way into the building. The interior is just as you have heard from people in the taverns. The décor is opulent, with decorated pillars supporting tall arches. Statuary and artwork line the walls, but are barely noticed among the beauties populating the brothel. These run the gamut of enticingly dressed to half dressed to completely nude, representing all of the races of Atlantis. It is said on the streets that these highly trained courtesans are able to satisfy any sexual desire.......................for the right price. You are surrounded by an extravagance of beauty and apparent wealth, but it is impossible to not feel that the Djinn escorting you is the fairest woman in the room.

She leads you to a side chamber that contains a magnificent king-sized bed, several nightstands, a desk and chair, and a large table with chairs for eight guests. A large man is sitting on a chair at the head of the table. You are large and muscled, the man is large and fat. He is being fed bits of food from trays by two naked beauties bearing the brands of slave courtesans. One fat arm lazily motions you to a chair opposite him at the foot of the table. He spits some fruit out onto the floor and says, "You are Urthor? I had thought you would be shorter." He laughs uproariously at his joke and the slaves add their silken peals to the merriment. The Djinn does not laugh. The fat man narrows his eyes. "Are you available for a job? I need a man of your reputed skills to find someone for me. I will pay you 500 gold a day plus 5000 gold when you can present the location of this person to me. But do not think that you can take advantage of such generosity and pad your days. Men who have trifled with me in the past have come to regret such actions. Are you interested?"
Rikijiat
Urthor nods to the djinn, it seemed she didn't care much fir her master but she was bond. This was the way things worked and Urthor didn't wish to disturb the balance. Plus he had other things on his mind, shapely things. Walking through such a luxurious establishment. The women were of every kind that Urthor liked, though he liked most kinds.Every race he could care to see, with the naked ones enticing him the most. Though Urthor managed to keep himself from drooling, mostly since he felt the most beautiful woman in the place was the one he followed, and he wanted to make a good impression. Even if she was sent just to throw him off guard.

When Urthor entered the side room, his enticement left. This fat man could turn off a horny rabbit, his ladies on the otherhand.

Urthor grinned at the mans joke, not because he thought it funny, but since he thought it in poor taste to insult a potential employer. With that he approached the chair at the foot of the table, spun it around backwards and sat arms leaning on the back of the chair. He listened to the mans offer, and he doesn't respond right away. He waits a good 15 seconds before nodding, "Yeah, I could work for that, who you want me to find?" Urthor was trying hard not to smile, that was a lot if gold for a few days work, he'd have to raid for a week to get as much.
Mercy
Saturday 10 June 2075 0520 Wyvern's Loft Orc Underground Seattle


The fat man nods as he wipes greasy fingers on the front of his shirt, the appearance of which is a clear indication that he does that a lot. He picks up a goblet and gulps some wine down, splashing some of that onto his front as well. He smiles as he places the goblet on the table and runs his sleeve across his mouth. "Good. I hope that you can produce. I have a lot of Trolls outside that would love to pound you if I commanded them to. The man uses the code name Whippet and he stole rom me, an unforgivable crime. He runs some guttersnipe street thief out in the slums of this city. He changes his name like he changes his clothes. Find him, Urthor. Find him and tell me where he is so I can set my Trolls on him."
Rikijiat

Saturday 10 June 2075 0520 Wyvern's Loft Orc Underground Seattle


Whippet, what is this guy a dog? And what did he steal for this guy to be so angry. Urthor stood, made a fist, and struck his breast in his best salute. "Do not worry, your trolls will have a man to pound," said Urthor ignoring the fact that if he failed it would be himself who gets the pounding. He turned from the table and went to walk towards the entrance. Maybe a little gold in the palms of some urchins could get him some information. Or better yet, maybe trickster was around, he went by the name Lukas, he liked to run around with thieves. Urthor needed to figure out the best course to track somebody down.
Mercy
The fat man laughs at your display. "I like that, Urthor. Brin will show you out. You will work through her and she will keep me informed of your progress. She is a good little slave, aren't you my dear?" Now, that is a first...............a Djinn slave. The Djinnis are the most powerful denizens of Atlantis, usually preferring to live in the wilds of the land and it is rumored in the market places and byways that even the weakest is a match for a small army, yet here was one who was clearly the property of this fat man.

The beautiful Djinn displays no emotion at all as she looks at the man then bows to you. "It is as my master commands, Lord Urthor. I am yours until you need me no more and will keep my master apprised of your progress. If you are ready, I will come with you."
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