A month and a half ago, here's what happened:
The Honorable Mr. Howe showed up at the Red Dragon with some important information for the elusive "Leader of the Bloods", Long Lankyn.
(Not that anyone ever sees the guy, not on the street, not walking the vast grounds of Blood House Onyx, nor taking a carriage ride to the local opera house. It is almost as if Lankyn is a ghost, or maybe he's a figment of the Blood's collective imaginations" It doesn't matter.)
The point was Howe had taken quite some time in getting these papers ready, all tidy and neat, legal and binding: DCH was seizing the Bloods lands in Rhy"Din, plain and simple. They didn't want a bite, they wanted the whole enchilada and they were doing everything possible to get it.
Lusiphur, one of the many Blood flunkies, didn't take the information so well, but it was the bastard daughter of the enigmatic so-called "leader" of the Bloods who attacked first, Tasha Oberon. Had it been any other form of attack, Howe would have been fine, able to recover quite rapidly in fact. However the necromancer's abilities held sway over Howe's most prominent weakness; his physical form. It was indeed a dead body, a husk emptied of its life-force before its time, and Howe is merely a "borrower" so-to-speak of the vessel. Tasha's talents were far too competent and Howe found himself in somewhat of a pickle.
Not to worry.
Howe and his companions, Dewey and Cheetham, have contingences just for such unwanted occasions. Howe was weakened by the Elven child's attack but not undone. He quickly broke the connection but too late to avoid further attacks by Lusiphur, (Blood flunky No.1), Sid, (Blood flunky No.2) and some Neanderthal looking fellow who enjoyed muttering, yelling and exclaiming "Frozen" and "Caveman" a lot.
It would have been ridiculously amusing had Howe not gotten his head ripped off by the Neanderthal and kicked in the nether regions by Luse nearly at the same moment. This put quite a crimp in the evening's festivities, Howe was no longer in such high spirits. He quickly put a great distance between himself and those attempting to snuff him out. First he shifted his body then, after a momentary pause to regain his energy, he got his head back too.
Murderers. Thieves. Criminals. And this is what Rhy"Dinites prefer over the law abiding lawyers"! The entire community is obviously insane and very confused.
It took Howe a few weeks to recover from the incident, (losing one's head takes time to heal), but at last he's back and ready to take control over what is now legally DCH's; Blood House Onyx. He's even got a few cards up his sleeves too; secrets he plans to keep until just the right time to demoralize the Bloods further.
Everything was looking quite cheery until Howe was given the latest edition of the local rag, The Oracle. There in black and white was the story of his untimely (and obviously mistaken) demise.
Oh, the swell of consuming anger! Red of face he ranted for an hour or three, unable to contain his ire. How dare they print that he was dead"! The paper is threatening the livelihood, validity and reputation of his law firm making such outrageous and untrue accusations! Howe was not in the wrong; he did not bring violence in to the Inn! It was the Blood flunkies and the Neanderthal. The most he can be accused of is defending himself and who would dare fault someone for doing that, even here in this forsaken realm?"!!
He will make the local rag pay for their lies! He will see them in to the ground just as he will see the Bloods ancient history!
"You can't get rid of me that easily!" He spat as he left the spacious Rhy?Din offices of DCH for the seedy office of The Oracle. He will insist that they recant their slanderous lies then he'll sue them for every half-penny they've got!
Howe Alive and Kicking
The Honorable Mr. Howe showed up at the Red Dragon with some important information for the elusive "Leader of the Bloods", Long Lankyn.
(Not that anyone ever sees the guy, not on the street, not walking the vast grounds of Blood House Onyx, nor taking a carriage ride to the local opera house. It is almost as if Lankyn is a ghost, or maybe he's a figment of the Blood's collective imaginations" It doesn't matter.)
The point was Howe had taken quite some time in getting these papers ready, all tidy and neat, legal and binding: DCH was seizing the Bloods lands in Rhy"Din, plain and simple. They didn't want a bite, they wanted the whole enchilada and they were doing everything possible to get it.
Lusiphur, one of the many Blood flunkies, didn't take the information so well, but it was the bastard daughter of the enigmatic so-called "leader" of the Bloods who attacked first, Tasha Oberon. Had it been any other form of attack, Howe would have been fine, able to recover quite rapidly in fact. However the necromancer's abilities held sway over Howe's most prominent weakness; his physical form. It was indeed a dead body, a husk emptied of its life-force before its time, and Howe is merely a "borrower" so-to-speak of the vessel. Tasha's talents were far too competent and Howe found himself in somewhat of a pickle.
Not to worry.
Howe and his companions, Dewey and Cheetham, have contingences just for such unwanted occasions. Howe was weakened by the Elven child's attack but not undone. He quickly broke the connection but too late to avoid further attacks by Lusiphur, (Blood flunky No.1), Sid, (Blood flunky No.2) and some Neanderthal looking fellow who enjoyed muttering, yelling and exclaiming "Frozen" and "Caveman" a lot.
It would have been ridiculously amusing had Howe not gotten his head ripped off by the Neanderthal and kicked in the nether regions by Luse nearly at the same moment. This put quite a crimp in the evening's festivities, Howe was no longer in such high spirits. He quickly put a great distance between himself and those attempting to snuff him out. First he shifted his body then, after a momentary pause to regain his energy, he got his head back too.
Murderers. Thieves. Criminals. And this is what Rhy"Dinites prefer over the law abiding lawyers"! The entire community is obviously insane and very confused.
It took Howe a few weeks to recover from the incident, (losing one's head takes time to heal), but at last he's back and ready to take control over what is now legally DCH's; Blood House Onyx. He's even got a few cards up his sleeves too; secrets he plans to keep until just the right time to demoralize the Bloods further.
Everything was looking quite cheery until Howe was given the latest edition of the local rag, The Oracle. There in black and white was the story of his untimely (and obviously mistaken) demise.
Oh, the swell of consuming anger! Red of face he ranted for an hour or three, unable to contain his ire. How dare they print that he was dead"! The paper is threatening the livelihood, validity and reputation of his law firm making such outrageous and untrue accusations! Howe was not in the wrong; he did not bring violence in to the Inn! It was the Blood flunkies and the Neanderthal. The most he can be accused of is defending himself and who would dare fault someone for doing that, even here in this forsaken realm?"!!
He will make the local rag pay for their lies! He will see them in to the ground just as he will see the Bloods ancient history!
"You can't get rid of me that easily!" He spat as he left the spacious Rhy?Din offices of DCH for the seedy office of The Oracle. He will insist that they recant their slanderous lies then he'll sue them for every half-penny they've got!
Howe Alive and Kicking