The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Vigile]

A lost soul may be found if sought, but best to not lose track of one already found. Moving with all the stealth that a feline might possess, Vigile slips into the carriage as well, taking up a spot underneath the seats where he can easily listen, partially see and quickly act.

[Isabela]

There is flirtation, on both sides; Jadan offers Isabela wine, and Isabela offers, well, what Isabela often offers. Jadan strokes her hair, and she leans forward, displaying her busom to him amply in the way that mortals often do when eager to mate. She seems to genuinely like him, but perhaps she's merely that good an actor. 

Regardless, he leads her to a club, taking her into a back room. As Vig follows them, Jadan opens a secret stair behind a bookcase, taking them down into a hidden basement -- and Vig picks up a number of scents.

Blood. Fear. Urine. And Drow. Zev, specifically. 

Jadan draws Isabela one way; the scent goes another. Where does Vig sneak?

[Vigile]

Again, though Vigile feels a bit of regret about not going for their target of rescue, the pavitra sticks close to Isabela. Strange, that she has not even attempted to slip away or probe for information... In fact... Hmmm.

[Isabela]

He leads her deeper into his nest, stroking her cheek, saying kind, flattering words. He shows her a flogger from a wall of such things; she shakes her head, chooses another. She hops onto a table, batting her eyelashes, and he moves to bolt her ankles to it, grinning deviously. When he comes in to grab for her arms, she pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss, trusting the poison she's painted on her lips to knock him out so she can get herself free and go looking for Zev.

He kisses her back, not seeming phased in the slightest. He pushes her down against the table, still kissing her, locking her arms into the shackles at the top of the table. 

He presses a hand to his stomach, frowning. "Devilish," he scolds her. "I'll have to make you pay for that little stunt."

Only then do Isabela's eyes widen in fear. 

[Vigile]

This seems to almost be becoming a habit, Vigile realizes in the back of his head as he rushed towards Jadan. Isabella not being in as immediate a danger as Beth was, and to be blunt, a more seasoned and hardened adventurer, Vigile forgoes a distracting warcry to keep the element of surprise. Silently, he leaps into the air and passes through Jadan' head, rebounds off Isabella, and goes for the rapist's eyes. 

People hate when you go for their eyes. Nothing more discouraging.

[GamesMaster]

He gets his surprise, meaning Jadan is running on instinct. Unfortunately for Vigile, instinct for many mortals is to protect the face and head when attacked -- meaning Vig's claws dig deep into Jadan's arm as he recoils.

"Help!" he shouts, and in a moment, two more combatants enter the fray -- an orc and a goblin, both armed (one with a spiked chain, the other with a club). 

Isabela hisses, "stick to the plan!" 

What will Vigile do? Fight or flee?

[Vigile]

In that moment, Vigile had managed to claw open one of the shackles- which were thankfully ones designed for play and not real imprisonment, given that this is Jadan's playroom, not his prison, so it had to at least look acceptable- but then pauses. The plan? Ah yes, she hopes that our rescuee will be able to save us in turn once freed. A risk but... "Very well," he murmurs, taking one last swipe at Jadan as he blitzes past the two guards. Hopefully, the blood gushing from his wrist will distract one or all of them long enough for Isabela to free herself...

[GamesMaster]

The scent of Zev is mixed in with the scents of blood and urine, all three growing stronger as  Vig traces the trail. The lock on the chamber when he can become gaseous to pour through it; the room he finds himself in contains several jail cells, each holding a prisoner. Most are female; all are wounded, afraid, huddled on straw mattresses. The last cell contains Zev, visible now, clearly having been whipped and not given proper medical attention. 

More than once.

The door remains locked; there is a wand, a pair of manacles, and a spiked baton on a table outside the cells, and a keyring hung on the wall beside it. What does Vig do first?

[Vigile]

Noting the Bastion crest on the wand, the pavitra grabs and tosses it through bars of Zevran's cell. That done, he grabs the keys and starts trying to unlock the cell. 

[Tethras Clan]

"You're Beth's cat," Zevran slurs.

[Vigile]

"Strictly speaking, she is one of my wards, but I suppose that statement is not entirely inaccurate," Vigile muses out loud. "You are Zevran, correct?" Zevran manages a vague affirmation. "Wonderful. I shall have you free in a moment, but in the meantime, I was tasked with a pair of messages. From Beth, her love and concern- she is with her twin and associated friends, safely away from Nyra. From Captain Isabela, your ward bloodstone has been destroyed, taken from someone named... Denaris?"

[Tethras Clan]

There's a pause as Zevran manages to make the healing wand work.

"Is that so?" he asks in a voice of soft malice. 

[Isabela]

A few moments later, the door is thrown open, and the two thugs Jadan summoned barge into the room. 

A few moments after that, Zev and Vig make their way down the hall to where Isabela is chained, struggling to pick the lock on her cuff with one hand. She manages it just as they enter, sitting up with a smirk -- and pauses, heart pounding in her chest, at the sight of Zevran. He's prettier than I remembered, she thinks, irrationally. Later, Isabela. Focus. We have to get out of here. 

"You alright, luv?" she asks, casually. 

[Tethras Clan]

Limping still, as Zevran had been unwilling to waste time on fiddling with the wand when Vigile had mentioned his comrade's situation, the merikos drow offers a wan smile. "I have been better, my..." He trails off, studying her. His expression shifts to a frown. Not one of displeasure, however, but rather confusion. That face is familiar... those eyes... 

[Isabela]

"Grand. Grab the key for my ankles, then? I need to get you out of the city and back to your friends before he tracks down where we've gone."

Play it cool, Isabela. Worry about all these complicated new feelings later. Focus on safety for now.