(Awesomeness)
The construction progress on Count Vandrin's county was going quite well, the mage construction workers had the wall nearing completion in no time.
However, the number of construction mages was small, they did not come at a low price, so Vandrin only hired around twenty of them.
As for Count Vandrin's little plan, well...
The man was working in his keep, it wasn't even half completed but the basic structure was there and it was enough to live in. He even had a lab in the basement, with chemists working on a special chemical...
The room, lad was pretty dark, it had a few torches lighting the area, Vandrin said it might be best to have it dimly lit, due to the chemical they were working on. The lab had the basics a few tables with vials and such in them, and a wooden platform, were you would strap a person on, and perhaps inject them with things and see what happens.
The door opens and a man walks in, carrying a large bag, over his shoulder. Vandrin who was overseeing the operation was in the lab, he looked at the man. He had his order of a special herb, lightshade, which was a needed ingredient for this.
"I got more of the stuff for ya count. But, um, it ain't gonna come cheap. I lost a lot of good buddies trying to get this, ya know what I'm sayin'?"
Vandrin stared at him. "How much are we talking about?"
"Oh I'd say about one million gold pieces, for this all. I know it's a lot, but I mean this is expensive stuff."
Vandrin rubbed his chin. "Sorry can't afford it."
"You serious? I mean, you've got all this shit and you're saying you can't afford a measly one million!?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. I mean, I DO have that amount of money, but you have to realize, that my supply of funds it running low, I need to pay everyone, from the money from my own wallet."
"Oh...well." The dealer glared at him. "You mean, I had to climb all the way up into the caves of them Glacia Mountain that were crawling with zombies! I had my buddies killed and now you're saying I ain't gonna get any of my gold!?"
"Yes, is that a problem?"
"Damn, right it's problem!" The dealer then sheathed out a long sword, he then swung the sword down at Vandrin, the count quickly drew one his katana blocking the sword, his spun around, wile drawing his other katana to slash at the man's back.
The dealer dropped his weapon as he fell to the ground bleeding.
"Put one of the herbs into the chemical, and stir it up, quickly." Vandrin said to his chemist.
One of the chemists opened up the sack and extracted an odd looking herb that looked crudly like a star. They followed Vandrin's orders, as Vandrin picked up the man, and strapped him onto the wooden bed.
"Wha...what are you doing?" The man asked.
Vandrin ignored him. "Okay, fill up the hypodermic." The count said to one of his chemist.
"Lord, Count, we are not ready to test it. The result will defenatly be fatal." The chemist warned.
"Do it." Vandrin demanded.
The chemist put a needle into a vial of this bright green liquid, and filled it up the chemical.
"I'll do this." Vandrin said as he took the needle. He then walked up to the man. "Just close your eyes, don't struggle, it'll only make it worse."
Vandrin the grabbed the man?s arm, and then injected the needle into him. The man screamed, as the liquid in the hypo flowed into the man's bloodstream. Suddenly his eyes and mouth bled, it was simular to the effects of his posion magic.
"What do you know." Vandrin said, to the chemist. "You were right."
