>>2811240
>Go to the bathroom, get cleaned while i deal with her

>>2811240
>Go to the bathroom, get cleaned while i deal with her

>>2811289
>>2811403
Ouldron barely got out of the bed, taking a bottle of wine with him on the way to the bathroom. Sure, drink an expensive elven brand by yourself. It is not like you are paying for it you fucking cunt. You lit up another cigarette to sooth your nerve.

Your kid was nothing but a disappointment, always whiny , needy, coward and afraid. She reminds you of your younger self. For a dryad, she didn't look too too bad, nice small horns , blooming flowers, little overgrowth/bark. She clutched to her most important possession: a pink teddy bear.

Why didn't you abort her? you ask this question every time you see her innocent face. If anything, she is a liability to you. No one shall have the upper hand over you. Ever.

"Mom, I can't sleep. can you..." The little shit hides her tiny face under her plushie " ...Tell me a ... bedtime s-story?

>I got one for you, don't annoy me with that crap [Slap her]
>Go the fuck to sleep, you are a big girl.
>here is your bedtime story, it is about a little shit who keep annoying her mom every single fucking second. [Throw a bottle at her face]
>You know what? I have a very good one for you. Go to bed, I'll be there in 5.
>[Don't reply, give her the stare]
>Write in

>>2811528
>Go the fuck to sleep, you are a big girl.

>>2811528
>You know what? I have a very good one for you. Go to bed, I'll be there in 5.

>>2811528
>Go the fuck to sleep, you are a big girl.

>>2811530
>>2811533
>>2811534
"O-okay...good nigh-t m-mom" Rugsa ran away, tears in her eyes. Not that you care or anything.

Ugh, your bed sheet is stained with what little cum he splooged. You'll send one of your men to wash it for you. If only there was a proper laundromat in Uriel square, the ghetto of most non elves around here.

"I trust that you'll keep it secret." you gave him a subtle warning when he got out, the wine bottle already half empty.

He burped loudly in response "Yeah,um, sure, sure boss. I'll...uh, Oh, right.."

"Didn't you say something about some shipment before i smother you between my tits earlier?" Now here comes the interesting part.

"Shipment? Ohhhh, right, Some orc gang called Gryokk in Coyroth contacted me last week. they wanted us to smuggle a shipment of automatic weapons and a couple of ammunition crates along the way. I ran the math and did some talking here and there and they....uh, accepted our offer." he swallows, sweat trickling from his forehead.

>I appreciate the initiative , babe [kiss him]
>I hate orc gangs but i'll allow it. A presence in Coyroth is not a bad idea.
>Ah, Why oh why, does no one told me about this?
>Does anyone know about this deal? blues? other gangs?
>Making deals behind my back? quite bold of you, babe.
>[Don't say anything, allow him to leave]
>write in

>>2811593
>I appreciate the initiative , babe [kiss him]
Give him a bit of carrot

>>2811593
>Making deals behind my back? quite bold of you, babe. [Kiss] But if it ever happens again...

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2811597
>>2811607

>>2811597
>>2811607
You gave him a soft, reassuring kiss. Someone is getting a stiffy. Too bad there are no round twos.

"I'll go to the usual spot in the industrial part tomorrow with a couple of freeboys. We'll make a lot of pon out of it,boss. Trust me."

"Of course I do," another kiss, tiny hands slowly wrapping around your ass cheeks. He knew his limits after a single stare.

"See you tomorrow, boss!" Ouldron was considerate enough to leave without waking up your mistake. Finally sometime alone.

You turned off most of lights and sat next to your telephone dialing the number of a certain elf.

"A stag call? This is unusual, Who is it this time?"

" Ouldron Kamsaly, I caught him pants down.." you chuckled " He's been making some money on the side. That i don't mind as much....working for the blues , now that is another story."

"You sure about that? You aren't on good terms with the police."

"A voice of reason coming from a cleaner? it is like you don't want to get paid."

"Touche. How do you want it?"

>Make it public, a bullet to the head.
>The usual break in, trash things around and cut the little cunt to bits
>I want him to suffer, It is up to you.
>I want to send a message to the blues and other gangs, be
creative.
>Make him disappear. Zero trace.
>Don't kill him, go after a relative or two.
>write in

>>2811687
>industrial park
>most of the lights

>>2811687
>Don't kill him, go after a relative or two.

>>2811687
>I want to send a message to the blues and other gangs, be creative.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2811711
>>2811718

>>2811718
>>2811711
"Any specifics?"

"Go for his two daughters, Kill his fatass wife if she is in the apartment."

"You sure know how to break a man. 6K per head." He abruptly ended the call.

Ah, your mind is relieved after days of constant discomfort. Pointing fingering at your men is never an easy job. A good chunk of them are loyal, the bad apple must be removed or it will spoil the rest. Better to sleep on the sofa for the night.

______________
5th of June, heat wave

Summer is a dryad's worst nightmare, flowers and other vegetation are easily ruined by hot weather. Not you though; you are all dried up thanks to your constant smoking and stress. You got dead branch, oh no, they are getting drier. what a world...

Your morning ritual consists of making a 'breakfast' for your daughter....if you are in the right mood. Rugsa pinned herself on the dining table with a stupid anticipating smile, her legs swaying back and forth "What's for breakfast?"

>[ignore her, watch morning news]
>You are on your own kiddo, lock the door behind me. [Leave , go to your 'work']
>Keep this mouth shut and let me focus [make her a bowl of corn flakes]
>I got a treat for you [Put the Ashen Dazdu cake in the oven, make some hot coco on the side]
>You got hands, legs and a whole fridge. Move your little ass and make something for yourself instead.
>write in

>>2811804
>I got a treat for you [Put the Ashen Dazdu cake in the oven, make some hot coco on the side]

>>2811804
>>Keep this mouth shut and let me focus [make her a bowl of corn flakes]

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2811814
>>2811822

>>2811814
>>2811822
Smile's gone. Much better, You inherited nothing of your mom's cooking skills. Most of your food are either takeouts or the occasional food cooked by your men's wives. In a sense, they were your true family. There is nothing to hide between you all except when it come to guys like Ouldron.

You boiled the milk and then you poured it over the corn flakes. The sugar was dissolved after a quick stir.

"Enjoy."

While she was eating, you turned on the TV just in time for some news.

"Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Malgair Sorodoth from Channel 3 bringing you the latest news. Nileth police department has finally caught the leader of the Crimson sun gang , simply known to the community as the sun. The pixie's gang was know for drug trafficking, illegal prostitution. organ harvesting and social card forgeries, it is expect th..."

"Well, well... the wingy whore is done. Whose behind it? Blues are too incompetent to frame her. Probably that bishop kid. Hmmm." You thought out loud.

*Ring Ring *

No one comes here that early in the morning, You went for your revolver hidden under the sofa just in case.

It is just a kid.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Your new human neighbor's kid, quiet bunch. They keep to themselves unlike their kid. He had his gaming console and two joysticks, he could barely see ahead.

Finally he had a beautiful white flower, freshly plucked out of his mom's rooftop garden. You have seen him with Rugsa before on the elevator before "Good morning ma'am. Can i...i was hoping to...play with your daughter. Playing alone sucks."

>[Laugh at the little squirt, close the door violently]
>Consider this your little paytoll [Take the flower, allow him to enter]
>Fuck off, You are not having your way with my daughter
>I can't believe i am doing this [let him in, call one of your men to babysit them]
>write in

>>2811910
>Consider this your little paytoll [Take the flower, allow him to enter]

>>2811910
>>Fuck off, You are not having your way with my daughter

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2811910
>was known
>is expected.
>>2811915
>>2811925

>>2811915
>>2811925
"Ma'am, pl-" you closed the door right away. It is best anyways; human dicks are a fucking joke.

"B-but why?" For fuck sake, your kid is starting to cry. You know what? not your problem. Let her cry and wail, you are out of here.
_____________

"Good morning, boss."

"Morning, boss!"

"Boss! Thank for you bike!"

"Say hello to the boss, kids! "

It felt good to walk in the street freely like that. Everyone across the block knows you, the previous local gang leader, The butcher was fucking tyrant racketeering the ever loving shit out of every small business. Police couldn't do shit against him or his thugs.

That is until you can along.

Oooh, it was exhilarating to shoot his orc cock off before a bullet to the head right in the streets. It was one bloody day too, many stupid ass boys lost their lives needlessly that day. Best to forget about it.

Your main front is a lovely flowershop called the white stag. Better that some shitty butchery. You went to your office where a hot coffee was waiting for you as well as your right hand centaur Alkariye.

"Morning, Boss. Your are 15 minutes late."

"I was dealing with some stupid kid." Best thing about that centaur that he can read you instantly; He closed the door and the shutters, eager to listen to you.

"I used my usual charm for a horrible fuck and a damning evidence again our little snitch." you declared.

"As i feared, " the centaur stroke his chin " Shall i call the cleaner?"

"Way ahead of you. His family won't see the light of tomorrow. 3 and 8 years are too young for my taste but eh."

"I...see." The centaur wasn't fond of violence, let alone child murdering, he did not protest "how about the deal? I suspect he won't have any of our usual boys around."

>Let him do this thing, at worst, we'll lose a couple of grands. big whoop.
>That's why i want you to send a little birdie there. Let him take a couple of pics, send it to the blues.
> Contact the orc gang, tell them we are cancelling everything at the last moment.
>I have an urge to take both the money and the weapons out of this deal, what do you think?
>write in

>>2811978
>thanks for the bike
>against our little

>>2811978
>>I have an urge to take both the money and the weapons out of this deal, what do you think?

>>2811998
"You are playing with fire, Boss. This deal can cement a presence in another elven city state. We have little clue regarding their allies here. Are you sure about pursuing this short term gain?

>I will take on these fuckers. I am the boss.
>Yeah, It sounds real stupid.

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>>2812030
>>I will take on these fuckers. I am the boss.

>>2812030
>I will take on these fuckers. I am the boss

>>2812030
>Yeah, It sounds real stupid.

posting way too early, actual session starts in ~8 hours

>>2812062
>>2812095
>>2812531
"Right." You know this nervous tapping oh so well, he's against it. Your gang is going strong on its own anyways. You don't need some fake ass allies who will eventually stab you in the back. All that cash and weapons will be yours. The yellow market is ripe with potential customers; for an example, conflict never stops between the two ravaged city states of Yunyani and Kol-dasin. No one cares about this decade long war since it is half elf blood getting spilled. No one wants to take side. Everyone is just watching.

With these weapons, you can swoop in providing the tools of destruction to both sides. Let them kill each other faster, as long as you are getting paid, you too don't give a shit.

"What are our options? we only got a few hours. Most of our boys have pistols ,shotties shitty subs. Makirus has a hunting rifle, he is a good shot. " He asked you, fingers drumming on his side.

>That little cunt didn't tell me how many orcs are coming... or what are they packing. Fuck. Do you think we can get another gang into this? they might have the firepower needed. Their cut will be steep as hell.
>We'll ambush them separately on route, we can borrow some cars from the neighborhood
>Easy, we will wait for them. When they show up, BANG BANG
>No one needs to die...yet. I'll go there personally, time to show those punk ass orcs a REAL crime boss.
>What was that kid's name...? that pixie cutie whose sister got run over by Ouldron? Long Black hair? I'll pump him with drugs and send him to dispatch all of these fuckers....maybe he'll do some pumping too~
>write in

>>2815506
>No one needs to die...yet. I'll go there personally, time to show those punk ass orcs a REAL crime boss.

>>2815506
>>No one needs to die...yet. I'll go there personally, time to show those punk ass orcs a REAL crime boss.

>>2815806
>>2817296
"What about Ouldron? What you will do with him?"

"Time will tell. I suspect he'll be on his high tails when i am done with his family. For now, he poses no threat." You had second thoughts about killing him instead. It's better to let that son of a bitch breath for another day.

"Get me a vest, I don't want to get fucking shot, round up the boys...I want our little birdie to nest in a good vantage point, ready to pull the trigger on my command." The centaur nodded, he left your office to start preparations.

As childish as it might seem, you always liked to take a spin in your office chair. You opened the drawer reaching out for your favorite brand of cigs.

"Fuck." You muttered, it's empty. It will be hard to pull it off. They won't simply give you the guns for free. It solely depends on you and the other negotiating party. The snitch took 75 grand with him as 'insurance' money. Supposedly, your gang must smuggle the goods outside of Nileth to the east. After that is done, your gang will get paid (and take the insurance money back).

You admit, it does sound good on paper. Smuggling is a profitable business but why settle for a small fish? you'll make thousands of pons upon selling the weapons yourself. Ouldron, Ouldron...what are you up to?

Nothing to do right now, the deal is hours away. You can resume your usual business or ...well, immerse in your guilty pleasure.

>Call the new kid in town, Bishop. He's made something out of himself, almost legally too.
>Walk down the street , check on folks around, listen to their problems and so on
>Bring one of your playthings to the office. You can use some good relief right now
>Speak with your rotten egg in the police department. You haven't call her for a while
>Go downstairs, Check your little guest. Maybe beat her up a little
>Order some luxurious food, have a nice lunch with the boys.
>Wait it out, get ready for the confrontation
>write in

>>2817572
>>Speak with your rotten egg in the police department. You haven't call her for a while

>>2817572
Ah, That girl, Vielvem. She is not from here, her home is far in the south where everyone and their mothers have pitch black skin. What brings her here? No idea. You do know about her crippled sister and how expensive it is to keep up with the medication. She is getting desperate; Guess the salary ain't enough.

She hates your gut alright with her sense of justice and other crap but unless she whores herself out in the streets day and night, her sister might just die waiting for that pill. You dialed her home number; her shift starts later.

"Hello?"

"Vielvem, darling," You can hear muttering 'oh fuck' "It has been .... what, three weeks? Your last misstep caused me a bit of trouble." the cleaner could have payed her a visit for this mistake. Despite everything, you got a strange tolerance for her. The majority of the officers are not easily corrupted. If anything, she is a valuable assets to you.

"I-i didn't want anyone to get hurt." protested the elf "What do you want?"

>I found your little snitch.
>Got any dirt for me?
>A small raise for you, what else? You have been good to me. You can make yourself more useful in the future.
>I don't want the blues in the southern part of the industrial park this night. See to it.
>write in

>>2818037
>hear her
>valuable asset

>>2818037
>>A small raise for you, what else? You have been good to me. You can make yourself more useful in the future.

>>2811240
>good writing and quest idea wasted on playing a chick.
Thanks for nothing faggot.

>>2819140
"Really?" the woman was in disbelief.

"Come to the usual spot on friday, buy a 'stag flavored' ice cream and the vendor will give you an envelop with your name on it."

"I'll, I'll do best then." Money is always a good encouragement " Have you find your...snitch?"

"Oh yes, a human. didn't think you people would hire non elves in your ranks."

"The police chief want you behind bars so badly. He is willing to hire expendables like your man." Interesting, the girl doesn't who anything about Ouldron. Ishtre , you sly dog. Still mad about your kid? It wasn't your fault when she tried to storm in guns blazing with no back up.

"I am flattered. Oh and expect a bouquet of flowers right at the station's police. No nasty bomb or anything; just a simple congratulation on elimination the competition in Nileth." You ended the call with her soon after. Paranoia tend to grow and gnaw at the back of your mind the longer a call is. Less than two minutes are the optimal.

What little peace and tranquility you had ended when one of your orcs knocked really hard on the door. You immediately recognize this silhouette "Yes, Vondrok, you may enter."

Short, hot tempered and dumb as a rock even for orcish standards. Yet, he is loyal and faithful to you. The orc literally took a bullet for you once "Boss, boss... we got agutar lond triuum "

"In common, Vondrok..." What a disgusting language, it is feels like one spewing sludgy bricks at your face.

"Kids, selling drugs. They are not from here."

>Bring them here in one piece.
>No one sells fucking drugs in my turf. Beat them all and break their fucking legs.
>Mug them, take the drugs and all the pons on them
>Burn it all. And track down the gullible kids who bought that shit. I want my neighborhood drug free.
>Who the fuck cares? Don't bother me with nonsense like this
>write in

>>2821999
>No one sells fucking drugs in my turf. Beat them all and break their fucking legs.
No trip?

>>2821999
>Mug them, take the drugs and all the pons on them
>>Bring them here in one piece.

>>2822106
>>2822107
oh, i didn't expect to see two replies this early. Well, since we are here and all. I'll continue.
trip is back.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2822106
>>2822107
1=Sells
2=mug and bring

>>2822106
>>2822107
It is good to have some boys in your gang with violent tendencies. The orc wholeheartedly agreed with you, he'll teach them a lesson they'll never forget. The thing is, you can't be too merciful and lenient. You have to show complete control over the neighborhood or you will lose the most important aspect of your status:

Respect

"Lokk Bat or Brass knuckles, boss?"

"Go for the good ol' swing." You have little understanding of everyone's favorite new sport but you do adore its variety of bats. It is like a modern club ready to bash some brains out. There is some talk about meddling with the rules of the game to make it more 'safe'. This sport is relatively new so anything is prone to change.

You spend some time in the mundane aspect of your work: Managing finances and such. True, you could hire someone for the job. it will save you a lot of time and yet you prefer to do it yourself. Ouldron kept nagging about handling it for you. It was charming at first you admit...however, he was probably attempting to hide his track/have more damnable evidence against you.

Ah, the numbers weren't adding up at all. A couple hundreds here, a thousand or two there. Ouldron, you are one subtle bastard. What a shame.

Vondrok returned, triumphant as expected. One of the kids did have a small knife. It didn't do jack against the mound of green flesh. Still, the gang's doctor, a pretty human woman by the name of Yohann snitched him up.

Her large round belly swooped left and right, and her tits were get swollen up. Not bad for a human... no match for you, however. You may look like a shriveled up piece of paper but you got tits. The patrician choice of any thinking man.

"There we go," she gave the orc a fucking candy. He let out a huge sigh before tucking it in his pocket. She always do that to your boys. "Hey, boss! wanna feel the champ kicking?"

>[Roll up your eyes, touch her bloated belly]
>Me and the boys are going for a deal in the industrial park. There is no telling how things will wind up. You are coming with us
>Didn't i tell you to take a rest? where is your excuse for a husband? Gambling your money away?
>Here, Don't spend it drinks. You are pregnant for fuck sake [Give her a roll of pons]
>write in

>>2822153
>Didn't i tell you to take a rest? where is your excuse for a husband? Gambling your money away?

>>2822182
The human huffed, before she would work for you. He used to beat her in his drunken haze. He had to stop when he found out who is his wife working for. Just how does she continue to love him unconditionally like that? You will never understand how love work. You didn't experience it yourself.

Sure you do a lot of fucking... it is not the same. The kid's dad was a rich dryad, everything here was built upon the money you inherited from him. He....well, let's just say he was a bad influence. You didn't harbor any feeling for him.


He was the first one to die by your hands.

Drugs has drove him mad. He wanted to choke the life out of you in a morning psychotic state. You smashed a small statue against his temple never to stop until his brain paste was leveled on the floor.

A part of you died that day. You didn't want to feel weak ever, again. That's why you came to Nileth to form something on your own. His seeds remained inside you waiting for the right moment to ripe. The term 'pregnancy' differs entirely in your race. It is more of a shoot, sit and wait; your body decides when it is the right time to start developing an offspring. It can take days, weeks or even months.

Abortion was an option for you, a tempting one. Any dryad's womb is a biological wonder, a complex organ connecting to your nervous system directly. The risks were too great, you didn't want to die young while dealing with this parasite. Mortality rates are obscenely high with low chance of success thanks to both the bone-like seed coating and the neural connection established.

"Boss?" Yohann noticed your brief mental drift "You okay?"

"Uh, huh. Up for lunch?"

"I... not today boss. My doctor wants me for our weekly follow up."

______________

You ordered a delivery, something light of course; going out there with a full belly might not be the smartest of decisions.


>Call the new kid in town, Bishop. He's made something out of himself, almost legally too.
>Walk down the street , check on folks around, listen to their problems and so on
>Bring one of your playthings to the office. You can use some good relief right now
>Go downstairs, Check your little guest. Maybe beat her up a little
>Wait it out, get ready for the confrontation
>write in

>>2822231
>Walk down the street , check on folks around, listen to their problems and so on

>>2822231
>Walk down the street , check on folks around, listen to their problems and so on

>>2822233
>>2822239
Respect can also be gained around here not forced. Individually, The people around here might seem to be weak, powerless even. As a collective? They are your strongest assets. You have to make some house calls so to speak.

>Wander about, your feet will take you to the right place
>Go underground, check the beggars down there
>Go underground, check the girls of the hidden whorehouse
>Go to your elderly regulars, bring your smuggled pills with you
>Check the kids playing on the streets
>Go to the orphanage, ran by two elves.
>write in

>>2822249
>>Go underground, check the girls of the hidden whorehouse

>>2822249
>>Go underground, check the girls of the hidden whorehouse

>>2822348
>>2822354
Prostitution isn't technically allowed in Nileth. It is only legal in the Kalvekth district or the red light district. It is the only attraction of the city state with casinos, theaters and other form of alluring entertainment. That did not stop some from bending the rules. The winged whore used to monopolize most of the prostitution in Uriel. It didn't intrest you much, you aren't some pimp in a purple suit. Smuggling is your game.

You understand the importance of these girls, many face stressful lives under constant elven dickery. They waste their pons on a facade of affection or they just want some fuck. Either ways, these girls know a lot . They are willing to share the secrets of their customers for the right price...and protection.

The girls' lives are worthless to all fronts. At any moment, they can and will get killed for nothing. The sun provided ultimate protection to all of her whores, namely via a small womb tattoo . With her out of the picture, their already murky future doesn't look bright at all....
1/2

ah yes, the smell of stale piss welcomed you as you went underground. Before they rolled a proper subway system, this place was a cancerous growth compromising the ground above. It is still chaotic to a lesser extent.

The girls who fall under your protection work in a little building in a lone corner. It doesn't get too many customers ; actually, it costs you more than it is worth. You are protecting them out just for the heck of it. One day, it will pay off, one day.

Oh, what's this? three blues at your fine establishment? They are arguing with one of your boys who is in charge of this place. You couldn't advertise the whorehouse publicly like that so you kept a lousy front maintained by your boy.

>What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?
>[best not to meddle with the blues mere hours before the deal, slowly walk away]

>>2822453
>>2822426
>>2822354
>>2822348

>>2822453
>>[best not to meddle with the blues mere hours before the deal, slowly walk away]

>>2822453
>>[best not to meddle with the blues mere hours before the deal, slowly walk away]

>>2822541
>>2822776
Well, you are paying not to just stand there. It is part of the job. He better handle it for his own sake.

"Fuck..." a whisper escaped a familiar lips behind you. It was Dazzle , one of your girls. Whether she cursed her luck with you/the police showing up remains a mystery.

A weak minded girl, this elf's life was slowly starting to spiral away the moment she dropped out of her academy. Her parents kicked her out when she was diddling her younger brother. The cold streets welcomed her with an open, traitorous arms. She wasted all her pons on drugs so bad that she had to sell her body to keep up with her expenses.

What a fucking mess.

"H-hi miss D-"

"That is boss for you, girl." Your terrifying presence cornered the drug addict away from passer byers next to the dumpster where she belongs.

"I-i-i can expl-ain...I-i-i.." The girl was struggling to form a coherent sentence. Her fake, trembling smile on the verge to morph into a sobbing whimper.

>Explain what, exactly?
>[Slap her] Are you on drugs again? fucking slag
>[Throw a couple of 100 pons on the piss stained ground] Your make up is disgusting, look more appealing for fuck sake.
>You'll work a little extra this week. No condoms either.
>[Hold her in her place, wait until the blues are gone]
>I want some good news, who am i kidding? Only crackheads fill you up. You are such a waste.
>Write in

>>2823399
>you are not paying him
>when she was caught diddling

>>2823399
>>Explain what, exactly?

>>2823498
"I-i...i stole pons from A-angel and Glory. I'll pay it back. p-p-p-please don't hurt me.." tears stared to flow without a pause. Her cheap make up already ruined. Ah, so this is where those 2000 pons vanished. You were too busy to look into it at the time. You can't blame Ouldron on everything.

"For what? fucking drugs?" Her eyes had a greenish tint at the corner. Yep, she is suffering from X-Lick withdrawal. Her pale skin suggests multiple visits to blood donations though you doubt it was profitable for her.

"P-please..." Her sickly hands went for her small handbag. She pulled out some useless change "I-i-its all i got. The rest...this week."

>[Slap the thieving whore] get out of my sight. Don't come back.
>You'll be the cum dumpster for my boys this week. Try this shit again and i won't be oh so generous
>You won't get a single fucking pon until you paid ALL of it. Better shake those tits more, sweetheart.
>I want you to get clean, this is going for rehabilitation purposes. Don't make me regret this [Give her a roll of pons]
>Ssssh...[gently embrace the frail little thing]
>write in

>>2823862
>Ssssh...[gently embrace the frail little thing]
>You'll be the cum dumpster for my boys this week. Try this shit again and i won't be oh so generous

>>2824224
"Y-yes." You reap what little comfort you stilled in the heart of the girl. This is business, sentimentality is thrown out of the window. The boys can use a little cheer up when the deal is done. Her holes will be ravaged tonight.
You instructed her to go to an empty apartment and wait there. She had a look of someone who had realized their role in society.

Just a useless meat hole .

You too had left before raising any suspicion. Alkariye was waiting for you, he had 5 empty vans at the ready. Likewise, your armed boys were waiting for your command. Makirus was there as well, cleaning the scope of his hunting rifle.

"Your vest, boss." It fitted you perfectly. You took your other revolver with you just in case.

"Alright boys, Listen up...."

>Explain thoroughly the details of your plan [Specify]

and

>Order your centaur to bring someone/something with you [specify]
>You are fucking ready, let's do this!

Damn. Missed last session.
Will vote when i get home

>>2824456
>Do not interfere until i give you the sign, i will deal with this personally and you are there for back-up.
When i snap my fingers, i want all of you to appear from your hideouts. Luckily, you'll be all around them so they'll have no place to hide. Shoot only if they do or i give you the order.

>Order
Can he get us a flashbang or a smoke bomb?

>>2827900
"Kinda ballsy, boss." One of your boys muttered. You approached and grabbed him by the balls staring at his squinting eye "Don't question me, boy. I got a plan and it is gonna work, you got that?"

You let go of his sack, readjusting your hair " Alkariye, get me at least 5 flashbangs." One of the privileges of having an insider is ordering her to steal tidbits from their armory. Thanks to her, you got a handful of riot police gear and other handy tools.

______________

Orfiel industrial park is located at the very edge of Nileth. It is dubbed as the non elven industrial park. The good elves-only stuff has its own complex away from this rugged place. Be it day or night, pillars of smoke rise up to the heavy polluted air. The green hippies and environment are all riled up about it constantly pressuring the high council to make something about it.

Your dealing spot was inside an abandoned factory, The Moonrise Varribilla . A soft drink company which went bankrupt when they got sued to oblivion after some traces of radioactive materials were found in the drink. You had to admit, it did add some flavor.

Once the vans were parked out of sight, everyone assumed their positions. Your sniper kept switching places for that right spot, He settled for one just minutes before their arrival.

The orc gang was the first to arrive, They unloaded dozens of wooden crates. The orcs were all meaty and buffed up, No exceptions. Their leader was even beefier than his boys, he looks like never smiled once in his entire life. They had assault rifles locked and loaded. Not good.

Ouldron was soon to arrive with his own boys. What the hell? he brought literal street kids with zero experience. Perhaps he thought it was cheaper, the slimy bastard. most of them brought their weapons which consisted of silly pistols. what a fucking disgrace.

The orcs immediately started to laugh at their supposed counterparts, their leader shut them up; he was straight to the point "Where is this 'boss'? You are no dryad.... those bitchboys aren't either."

"She's...busy. The cops are snooping around, you won't believe the shit i had to d-"

"Not my problem, I came here personally for her. I expect the same.." Oh, now it makes sense. You keep hearing about 'honour' among older orc gangs. They follow a set of rules dating back to their original tribes. Some is outright obsolete in this day and age. It is commendable, to say the least.

"I...uuhm.." Someone is getting nervous.

>I am right here [show yourself]
>[Keep hiding, see whats happens]
>write in

>>2828027
My trip

>>2828027
>I am right here [show yourself]
>"Well, i am glad i decided to show up anyway. Is this what you had in mind, Ouldron? Fucking disgraceful."
To the Orc boss
>I apologize, i was not aware i had personally made this deal until very recently. Since we are already here, let's talk business"

>>2828091
His trigger happy boys primed their guns at you when you revealed yourself " B-boss?"

The human gulped nervously loosening his tie while you were apologizing to the Gryokk's leader.

"So you are that dryad who killed my little brother? The kid had it coming..." The other orcs were getting tense. their fingers itching to pull the trigger. The butcher might have not been much to their leader but you can't say the same for the other orcs.

He took a couple of steps slowly towards you before drawing his gun at you "Give me one reason not to blow your head off."

Everyone, including Ouldron's street kids, drew their weapons. Tension was sizzling in the air.

>Mr. Jakkro, please, we don't have time for this nonsense. It was a necessary decision to expand, you understand...
>Nice bluff , big boy. You got some balls, I like it.
>He died like a little bitch. I stepped on his torn cock with my heels, i'll do the fucking same if you don't step down in 3...2...
>You want a good reason? how about 25? [snap your finger]
>Is that a MR-49? That's a new model.
>You sure you wanna play dirty? [Reach for your revolver]
>write in

>>2828173
>You want a good reason? how about 25? [snap your finger]
>"Care to chat now?"

>>2828173
>>He died like a little bitch. I stepped on his torn cock with my heels, i'll do the fucking same if you don't step down in 3...2...

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2828176
>>2828177
1=thanos
2=torn

>>2828177
>>2828176
In an instance, your boys cocked their weapons from above ready to shoot at any moment. While they outgunned your boys, you had the numerical advantage.

"That i do." He casually lowered his gun " Here are the guns, dryad. Stolen from a military convey. It costed us a lot of money and time to get our hands on them."

"Open them up." you ordered one of Ouldron's boys. A nice row of MR-49 and MR-60 rifles was waiting for you, polished and unused. The ammo crates were unremarkable. They had some incendiary bullet among them but that was it.

"What's this?" You never seen this brand before. It looks like a modified version of a heavy machine gun with high ammo capacity.

"They are called prototype-032. The convoy was going to a testing facility before our ambush. " These babies aren't going to some warlord in some bumbfuck war zone. They are going to an overseas gun manufacturer .The plot thickens...

"Your part..." He was expecting the insurance money.

>Ouldron, Give him the pons.
>I want to further our bond with your gang. After all, Nileth is in a strategic spot for sea smuggling. I'll smuggle your prototype. The rest will be mine as a ... token of friendship.
>You need allies, Mr. Jakkro. Powerful allies. I am willing do more deals with you provided that i leave with the pons and the guns.
> You should have killed me when you got the chance, big boy [signal your men to open fire]
> write in [recommended]

>>2828230
>I want to further our bond with your gang. After all, Nileth is in a strategic spot for sea smuggling. I'll smuggle your prototype. The rest will be mine as a ... token of friendship.

>>2828235
You extended your hand after your proposal. The orc considered your words carefully, there is some wisdom inside that burly body of his. Eventually, he shook his hands with you. The orc left the scene with his boys. No blood was shed for today.

Good

The street kids helped your boys to pack everything up. They already got paid, none dared to ask for more; they knew what will happen if they oppose you.

The snitch wanted to speak with you alone just before leaving. "Boss? i thought you trust me! I told you i will handle it."

"You sure did," you replied sarcastically "Why the fuck didn't you tell me about the butcher and him?"

" I...didn't want you to get shot. " You weren't sure whether he was faking it or not. If so then he is a damn good actor.

>I expect no more deals behind my back in future.
>Whatever, let's just leave
>You don't have some feeling for me after our little fuck, right?
>Awww, you are so sweet. Come here [Grab his ass, kiss him passionately]
>You don't have to worry about me any longer [Shoot his brains out during your kiss]
>write in

>>2828288
>>You don't have to worry about me any longer [Shoot his brains out during your kiss]
Snitches are still snitches

>>2828288
Call the cleaner and ask him if the deal is done. If not, tell him to cancel 2 of the 3 murders and that it will still be paid for. His new target is this disgusting snitch.

>>2828326
Boss can't call the cleaner, she either needs a payphone/phone booth or she will have to wait for return to home. Also since this late night time, the cleaner would have probably killed the girls and possibly their mother.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2828320
You lure the snitch with a kiss, allowing his slimy tongue to mingle with yours. Slowly, you pull out your revolver.

"What th-" his peripheral vision was too late to notice the iron barrel. A long bang announced his demise, it echoed freely inside the factory.

"Disgusting..." you wiped your revolver on his twitching corpse to get rid of the brainy bits. Aw, your outfit is scathed with specks of blood. You really wish for a laundromat of your own for such occasion.

You emptied your revolver on his head making a bloody mess on the dusty floor. It wasn't 100% out of spite; identifying the body will me just a little harder with a non existent jaw. Maggots and stray dogs will take care of the rest.

Of course, you strip him clean of his wallet and gun. The fucker was carrying 10 stacks. No doubt drawn from your own. Your Job is done here, time to leave.

___________

Your boys went for the hapless school girl. She won't be able to walk straight for a day or two. They deserved it; Orcs in general value strength. You showed him just that.

One thing was bothering you a little, the fate of Ouldron's family. After taking a show and changing into more comfortable clothes, you dialed his secured number.

"Is it done?" there was no need for pleasantness. Silence lagged in the air before you got a clear reply....

>>2828352
>>2828326
>>2828333
" Yes , his wife did not make it an easy task. The children died as painless as possible."

"Good to hear, I am adding a little bonus for..." you felt reluctant to say it.

"It is my line of work, stag. Pity the dead instead. " You tend to forgot how devoid the cleaner of empathy. My little bird will await your contact in the underground cinema: second film, last seat to the right of the 5th row. "

Just like that, the call has ended. You need a cigarette. Badly.

Your little mistake interrupted your fifth cigarette "M-mom, the monsters are keeping me awake..."

You puffed smoke right at her little face. A moment of kindness sparked inside your heart. You carried your daughter to her bed "Goodnight mom."

"I am not done yet." You sat next to her, "I'll give you a bed time story. Once upon a time, there was a little piggie called Snitchy, Snitchy loves to..."

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Fin
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Thank you all for playing this one shot. If you got any question . feel free to ask. Thank you again and goodnight.

>>2828385
>how devoid is the cleaner out of empathy " My little bird

>>2828389
>how devoid the cleaner is of empathy
going to sleep now

>>2828390
Good night, Snail.
Thank you for running