| The Imps, Supernatural Rumormongers | by Gabriel |
Adam approached the man slowly, studying him. The snitch had dark features and his eyes shifted from place to place constantly. A small tic in his left eye began to twitch as Adam came closer. With nervous cough, the man said, "Yes, may I help you?" Not bothering to ask his leave, Adam sat down at the table and rested his large arms upon it. Distastefully completing the greeting, he replied perfunctorily, "Hello, Lector. I've been told you can get information that other people cant." "Now who might have told you that, Mr. ?" Adam shook his head. "Im just your client, you dont need to know my name. As for who told me, it was Nicodemus." The snitchs appearance seemed to flicker momentarily, and Adam instantly became more cautious. The face of a normal man does not flicker. Pausing a moment to gather his thoughts, Lector nodded and continued. "Fair enough. As our mutual friend Nicodemus has told you, Im can find out virtually anything you need to know. What can I learn for you?" "I need some information. Last night some Warlords rumbled in my domain. I want their names, the leaders name, and where I can find them all. By tonight." Lector smiled a smile that was slightly unsettling, even to a Kinetic like Adam. "Thats all? Easy enough. I can let you know within the hour. Meet me back here at 12:30 with $250. Maybe we can have some coffee." "I dont think so, Lector. Im not fond of rumormongers, but I dont have much of a choice at the moment. Ill be back here with your money, but dont expect any pleasantries." "Why, I have received many pleasantries from you already. Ill make due with those I have." His tic intensified slightly as he grinned widely. Adam got up and walked towards the door without a word. As he reached out for the handle, Lector called to him, "Remember, Adam, dont talk to stranger." At the sound of his name, Adam looked back at the snitch. Where he had sat in the corner, only a flicker of flame lingered. Imps are extremely intelligent supernatural creatures. Like many intelligent humans, simple things fascinate Imps. They like to play jokes on unsuspecting creatures and are almost faerie-like. However they know when a joke will be appreciated and when it will not; they aren't likely to play a joke on an Old One. Because of this high intelligence they have an insatiable desire to learn everything, and because of their photographic memory, they remember everything they see or hear. As a result of these qualities they have become the supernatural rumormongers of the Megaverse. They are superb spies and infiltrators, and while mildly powerful they prefer to rely on stealth and cunning. For some reason, Imps don't especially like magic users and enjoy playing pranks on them. In their natural form, Imps appear like small gargoyles, 3' tall and about 75lbs. They have coal black skin with orange tints on their underbelly and the inside of their wings, and bright green eyes. Silver claws tip their fingers. They are shape shifters who can change into a specific human form that never changes, and ages as they do (extremely slowly). Alignment: Usually anarchist (80%), but can
be any Rifts: Combine hit points and S.D.C. and treat as M.D.C. Strength is supernatural. All other settings: No change. |
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