>>5316855You choose your pillage carefully, knowing time is of the essence. so you deal the most devistating blow you could fathom at this moment. and take his very source of power.
the leather bound, red dyed, bronze buckled ledger. the one dating back hundreds of years ( a real long time for humans). recounting every transaction, payment made, and coin earned be it rightfully or not so.
the clammy handed middle manager trembles before you, and holds the book out to protect himself from your wrath. he is surprised when you pry the book from his clammy hands.
at first he is releived. but soon a realization of some sort sets in. he cannot allow you to have that book.
"i...I Cannot allow you to have that book!" he speaks through a trembling warbling voice.
"aye, an whey noaght? " you retort
"GUARDS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE THOSE LINE BREAKERS WHEN Y-.
he is cut off. or rather, his head is cut off. by your axe.
his greasy head tumbles to the ground and rolls a few feet the confused expression on wich you will not soon forget.
clutching the book you survey your damage.
no words are to be spoken in this peaceful moment you have rightfully earned.
though the heavy clanking of metal on creeking weak elvin wood floors alerts you to the interlopers. 2 armored soldiers, or rather mercenaries who style themselves as the tacticool operators of the land, waved passed the doorway by the secretary. who seeing her manager beheaded, has fainted.
one of the armored thugs wields a maul, and the other the other a beat stick and dwarf sized potato sack.
thug 1: "we can do this the easy way, ie get in the bag with all your teeth still in your mouth, or the other easy way, ie maybe dead and in the bag"
thug 2: squints his eyes at his partner in disappointment. they practiced this. but still he fucked it up. no matter. you just took their paycheck from em and they are gonna kick the shit out of you, maybe huck you in the river
you still have options.
>there is a window behind you>you could probably take at least one in a fair fight>other. 