Neverwinter remix
Posted on Sun Aug 31st, 2025 @ 2:23am by Commander Rhupert Tyree
Edited on on Tue Sep 23rd, 2025 @ 3:03am
566 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
On the Trail
Location: Empok Nor, Neverwinter Nights.
Timeline: Three days after the Ashen Hand raid.
Brie stood, arms folding as she took in the actual, literal shambles Club Neverwinter was in and scowled, the rubies she had in her fangs flashing in the dim light.
“I am not cleaning this up,” the club’s chief hostess said hotly as she surveyed the mess. The smell of soot, chemical fire retardant and fear still lingered in the clubs cavernous main event space.
“Easy Brie,” Reggie started as the Caitian abruptly cut him off with
“I am not,” the hostess said, studying her nails.
“Tell that to the Valiant’s Captain. I thought we were going to have to hose you down,” Reggie said, used to the hostess’s temper and attitude.”
Sniffing indignantly, Brie said, “He’s a shit bird, but he tips well. Imagine him telling me he just didn’t have the time. ME?”
“Yes yes,” D said as he picked his way through the rubble. “We all know no man can resist…
“And all women want to be you or with you,” Reggie recited.
Huffing more, the Caitian tightened her folded arms and stuck her tongue out at D as he stopped an arm’s length away.
“Not too bad, actually,” D said, changing the subject away from a safe distance away. “We can work with this.” Working the PADD in his hand, he said, “Reggie.” In his soft voice. Then he cast his silver colored eyes toward the diminutive human and sighed.
Reggie was staring at Brie’s chest, which the Caitian was extenuating by her stance at a pout, arms locked low enough to raise her assets significantly.
“Reggie,” he snapped. “Ogle on your own time.”
As the VIP Bartender/Chef blush and averted his eyes, mumbling “Yes boss.”
“You’re in charge of the cleaning crews. Get the smell out," D moved on. "Take a few layers off the stains. Leave the burn marks. Seal it under a layer of something transparent and that has the effects nanites embedded.” Tapping a few keys, he reached out with a flourish and an incandescent, twelve foot high red dragon swept into view, trying to circle the space but blinking into and out of existence as the image moved through dead areas of holo emitters.
“We’ll advertise a reopening in ten days,” D went on as he surveyed the image and imagined the space. “Neverwinter Nights returns after an attack by an ancient Red dragon who has decided to take up residence.”
Glancing over to Brie, he said, “Tell Juke that’s his new guise as DJ. A dragon DJ…might be fun, but he’s going to need to be creative with it.”
“Got it,” Brie breezed, dropping her arms after sticking her tongue out at Reggie. “We can suggest people come as Treasure..wearing jewelry and glittery stuff to becomes one of the dragon’s whores.”
“That’s Horde,” D said, having suspected her attempt to play at words. “But I like where your mind’s at.” The club owner was well aware that sex sold. And they’d need a lot of interest back in the club if he was going to recoup his losses here and go ahead with that expansion dungeon on DS5.
Get em busy, “D said as he began picking his way out of the club. He needed to go over the outside vending unit and start getting the mini-redesign underway.
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