Game: We're Still not Quite Dead Yet

Penance:

"I pray the information you wish to share is not terribly sensitive, seing as you are being scried on right now," says the dragon matter-of-factly. As for the arms...well. Of course I have them, but I'd like to know what you are prepared to pay before I show you all the many options."

With the dragon's aid, you are able to see the scrying sensor, it floats about two feet above your head.

Canzon:

You are greeted by a annother Erinyes secretary in the lobby. There are a few other fiends and mortals siting on benches throughout the white marble room.

"If you wouldn't mind, please present your papers and state the nature of your visit," says the secretary.

OOC: Oops, forgot to make the caster level check. In any case, the caster level check result was 31 (19 seems to be my number like 1 is Trias')

The dragon plods down a ramp from the second floor and takes the sword in his claw.

"Ah, this blade was forged by Erais and Kyrz. See the emblem on the bottom of the grip," he says, pointing to an anvil with two spears crossed over it etched onto the steel. "They are a large outfit that mass produces fine swords and sells them in bulk to people like myself. I've not known them to produce any enchanted blades, however. Thier shops is only 3 blocks spinward on this street and they have people working all night to keep production up. It is a fine sword without whatever enchantments it may have in adition to being holy." After glancing cautiously at the scrying sensor, the dragon adds: "I'll have to use a scroll to identify the value and authenticity of these items. You will of course pay for that."

"Of course, I only charge exactly what the scrolls cost me. It's bad business otherwise."

The dragon reuturns with several scroll cases. After several minutes of casting and careful looking, Ferrisore speaks again.

"I will pay 32 merts for the sword--and that is a fine deal indeed. I ask 15 for the statue. Of course, this excludes the 400 jink for the two scrolls. With that kind of coin, you can buy many fine blades. Which do you wish to see first."

OOC: edited the above post with more info

"Alas, I usually conduct those kinds of deals elsewhere. I may be able to find a sroll upstairs to dispell that abominable thing, though."

Canzon:

The secretary reviews your papers quickly and nods.

"Well, you have one thing right, and one thing entirely wrong," says the Erinyes in a mockingly helpful tone. "You are half correct in that she was indeed hired by the ministry for intelligence work--and probably most of the other important organizations in Hell's gate at some point too. But," says the the Erinyes in a tone that only a devil who deals in contracts can truly immitate, "You are on the long list of cutters looking in the wrong building. I suggest you try Immortal Afairs, though I hear most her records are supressed by one pit fiend or annother. Is there anything else I ca help you with?"

Penance:
"That suits me, innevitable. Would you prefer to buy the blade now?"

The hall of the Immortail Affairs building is bigger and grander, trimmed in gold. It is also much more crowded since outsiders don't sleep. You have to stand in a longish line to see the one extremely overworked secretary. "Purpose and papers," she say, making no attempt at politeness.

Canzon:

With a telepathic cammand, the secretary calls a bearded devil to the desk. "Take her to employee records."

When you arrive at the heavy, cold-iron door, flanked two Hamatulas, you are asked for your papers again. When they are accepted, the bearded devil enters and indicates you should follow him in. The room has high vaulted celings of white marble, like all of the 3 ministry branches in Sigil. Boring steel bookshelves stretch the length of the room and almost to the celing. They are alphabetized by first name since not many immortals have surnames. Min's record is surprisingly small.

"Most is supressed," grunts the Barbazu, "Person asked week past for papers, suppressed then too. Kebez learned say suppressed when angry cornugon wanted more papers of Min, and Kebez could not get him. Happened two-times-hundred years ago. Cannot get you either. Kebez much sorry."

Intersiting things about Min you find in the records:

-Her age is unkown though the first mention of her is about 2000 years ago in Dis.

-She is part mortal, part devil, and part 'loth, though she is extremely unusual in that her soul and body are one unit, like a fiend's despite some mortal blood. This means that she would reform on her home plane (Which that is is unknown).

-She has completed 5 advanced study programs (essentialy infernal PHDs. most devils don't complete more than two-politics and promotion being more interesting. Min studied magic, alchemy-chemistry, psycological warfare, intelligence gathering, and infernal law) at Kiru'hadis, a technical university in Dis. It is equally prestigous as Grenpoli, but newer and less bound by tradition. Non-devil students are accepted at high cost or on scholarship (as was Min's case) if they are exceptionally evil and will serve the Baatezu cause either inadvertantly or intentionally.

-She has served in the Baatezu Second Command (navy) and has honorary aminzu rank in the infernal hierarchy when commanding troops on the Styx

Also deleted, no longer relevant.

Penance:

The dragon returns with weapons in his claws. "These, I think will be to your interest. This," he says, setting down a silvered bastard sword that looked to be of archon make, "was made to kill devils, it is also electrified. I ask only 21 merts for it. Then," he says, producing an even larger sword made of blackened steel, "there is this, it is an unholy blade. I ask 19 for this." He then produces a similar looking mace. "This is heavilly enchanted to improve it's quality, and has a weaker unholy blessing too. 20 merts. "This longsword is also made to kill devils, but it works on archons, and other fiends two. Again, 20 for this." And finally, the dragon says with a smile as he retreives a wickedly barbed greensteel longspear, "There is this. It is also unholy and it inflicts horrific wounds at some cost to the wielder's own life force--not a problem for innevitables. It is also blessed with unholy energies. I ask only 37 merts for this. It is a fine deal. What say you?"

Canzon:

"Who might that be, cutter?" asks the human, "I might be able to help."

"The inevitable? I've heard of him, cutter, he sends mecinaries out to the Blood War. I'd steer well clear of him if I were you. You don't want to wind up dead somewhere on the Field of Nettles or some such. He dosen't live in Sigil, I don't think, or if he has a place, I haven't heard of it."

"Kolyarut. Is there anything else?"

OOC: you mean innevitable, right?

"I couldn't tell you about a particular person, but most Acheronian mercinaries might know more than me, it is good doing business with you, but I think I'll get of the streets now before I get robbed, it's very dark tonight.