To Heir Is Human- Playground XIV, The 14th Options

[Lord Revan]

Well, here we are.....

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint simply nodded.
,,Let's hope they're a tad less volatile than Rann. No offense, but the kid can get pretty wild at times. I'd rather not see them suddenly turning on us. Not now. With the sewers in their hands, they could really turn things into a mess." He commented before turning back to more important matters. If the Narza'tai became a threat was still only an if and until it happened, they simply didn't have the manpower to guard all the mancovers.

,,As for the Bruman captain, give him some bottles of water, preferably packed in something that doesn't break like glass. Or maybe just pour it into a hole dug into the floor. I should be able to carve out a hole with my Telekinesis. For food, bread and vegetables. The fewer scents that might trigger the Lycanthrope's response, the better."



Green-Root, somewhere in the Sil's camp.

He listened for any sounds, the mancover raised only a fingerwidth's above the ground. No one was near at the moment, good. The Argonian reached down with one hand and grimaced when the bottle was placed into it. His job was the most dangerous one but that was understandable. He was expendable.

Still nothing. Green-Root raised the mancover just a little higher and then rolled the bottle onto the cobblestones. He then retreated into the sewers, sealing the mancover.
,,It is done." He gestured with his hands. Now all they could do was wait.

The bottles were filled with a clear liquid. The bottles themselves smelled of alcohol and looked like the ones normally used to contain the stronger beverages. As far as beverages went, this one was very strong indeed. If uncorked or broken, the contact with the air would cause the liquid to evaporate and turn into a gas that could kill even in low concentrations. The high walls themselves would keep the poison sealed in and enhance its effect. Still, the effect would only last for about a minute before the poison had become too thin to take effect.

One minute, one minute of death repeated all over the Silhouette's portion of the city by bottles that had seemingly been carelessly rolled in the dirt. Would they ever place the link between unexplained death and the innocent opening of a bottle of booze? Green-Root didn't know, though he was quite sure the Goblins and most bandits would not figure out unless someone smarter did for them. Too bad its effect on Argonians was negligible and on undead entirely useless. Not that zombies held an interest in alcohol in the first place.




OOC: The poison is probably similar to the one Karn used once, the one that inhibits breathing. Also, the area of effect is going to be too small to wipe out the whole army, just a small fraction. Most of the army is probably still outside the city anyway.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Aug 25 2007, 01:31 PM