[RPG] [BT][Riombara][Grehk] The Great Escape

[Alex Davies]

/Gorch had just finished holding court in Grehk, and emerged from the 
court chambers somewhat dissatisfied with the lack of response by the 
people, but glad that they at least hadn't rioted. He smiled as he 
beheld the sunset for a moment, paying little attention to some minutiae 
his scribe was detailing about daily goings on, and nodding to captain 
Luther who was attempting to get the men to stand to attention, when a 
commoner approached the Duke./

"Where's Rasputin?" the commoner demanded angrily.

/Gorch stood speechless for a moment, offended by the very smell of the 
commoner (unsurprisingly, like a drunken fish), never mind his attitude./

"Well? Where is he? Where did he go?" the commoner continued, ignorant 
of the growing frown on Gorch's face.

"And who are you, precisely, to be making such demands?" Gorch asked the 
commoner, silently beckoning his captain to his side.

"I am Vasily Dolohov, who has hunted monsters and undead in this very 
region for months, who knew Rasputin since he was a little boy, and who 
is damned well owed an apology before being dismissed like a servant!"

/Gorch snorted at the commoners assumption of familiarity./

"Luther? Stick this insolent wineskin in a cell to cool somewhere, and 
inform our Justiciar that he has /personal/ business to attend to."
--
/Your men spread out to catch Vasily, but he manages to evade them and 
vanish into the shadows. You have lost time and patience, but your 
target is still about. Morale of your men falls 7 %. You also hear jokes 
about this incident making the rounds among the peasants, and your 
prestige falls one point.
--
//Rasputin pales as he reads the short letter from Duke Gorch's captain./

"... and then ran away when we attempted to apprehend him."

/He crumples the letter, throws it away, and runs his hands through his 
hair./

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" /He sighs./ "This is my fault; I never should 
have tolerated his familiarity. I never should have let him set foot in 
Riombara. Well, Vas, I hope you're happy, because I have no other choice 
left to me."
--
/Vasily sees the armed men coming toward him, backs up a few steps, and 
then runs headlong toward the Duke, tumbling aside at the last moment. 
People grab at his clothing, tearing away patches from his 
multiply-mended coat as he half-runs, half-stumbles through the crowd. 
Just when it looks like he's got no avenue for escape, he throws a small 
object onto the ground./

"Gold!" /Someone shouts, and the crows surges in the other direction, 
blocking the paths of the pursuing guards. Vasily stops in the entrance 
to an alleyway, pauses long enough only to vomit, and stumbles down the 
trash-strewn alley./

-- 
Who is this narcissistic Lothario,
This casual sadist? Does anyone know?