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Fareport (ERP)
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This thread will operate by playing out a series of episodes. Each episode will be rather short and will be designed so that it can be completed quickly and easily. Each story will have a rough outline from beginning to end. As we complete more and more stories, there may be new characters introduced as well as returning characters.
Once an episode has begun, it is closed. Granted there are always exceptions, so feel free to ask if you want to join. Even if you just want to play a minor role and introduce your character, then by all means ask us to see if we think it would fit with the story.
Table of Contents:
Story 1 - Page 1 (in progress)
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locust
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posted January 18, 2007 10:31 AM |
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Gelenoth sucked the remeining beer from the bottom of his mug listening the offer for the third time, already unpatient.
"Listen sailor, first of all, I charge extras for sea quests... And second, I won´t put dirty blood on my hand in such a simple unworthy task. You go find a thug if all you wan´t is to kill that port guard..."
He rises from his chair, and the sailor holds him by the arm. "PLease, I´ll pay you all I got!"
Gelenoth leaned over staring in the man´s eye: "For the last time... I´m more likely to work for the tax charges then the tax charged! At least they can pay me decently. And if you wan´t to keep your hand, keep it far from me!" With those words he ripped his arm out of the sailor´s hand roughly, and headed out the tavern. He was growing sick of dealing with that kind, and had long been planning for some single work. Nothing that would pay out, just some challanging quest for his own amusement. Perhaps one or two last missions would give him the extra gold to make sure he could afford it, though he had already gathered quite a change on his last duty. He looked around, wondering if the tax collectors wouldn´t have him any service.
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posted January 20, 2007 09:05 AM |
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The streets were busy. Vendors called out to the folks making their way through the wilderness of heads and limbs. Trinkets, fish, fruit, spices, pocket watches, clothing, and various other odds and ends were offered rather unabatedly. Lukus worked his way between the window shoppers and mainstream of traffic flow. He didn’t pay much attention to the people around him, or even where he was going. His eyes weren’t even fixed upon the tents or the makeshift tables used to display the varying, but often worthless wares.
No Lukus was looking at the men running their portable outdoor shops. Perhaps someone who looked as if they were making decent money. As he passed by vendor after vendor, he came upon a rather large display run by an old man who was dressed fairly well for a vendor. He took a closer look at the display and saw all sorts of wares, pewter watches, some rather exotic looking spices. But what particularly caught his eye were two longbows. He quickly approached the display to take a closer look at the bows. At first glance they seemed a bit rough around the edges, but when he got closer, he could see the excellent craftsmanship. This bow had probably been used for years, but it was clearly worth a lot even as old and worn down as it may have been.
“That be a fine bow,” the old man said. “Shoots straighter than most any you’ll come across. Not quite the same range it used to have I’d bet with its wear and tear. But you could still take out a man’s eye from fifty paces, given you are one heck of a shot.” Lukus nodded at the old man.
“Too bad I don’t shoot anymore. I bet this thing goes straight for a hundred fifty paces.” Lukus pulled his attention from the bow and took a look at the old peddler. “Thing is. I’m looking for some oddjobs. You got anything you need doing?”
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MightyMage
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posted January 21, 2007 03:58 AM |
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The old man eyed the new stranger with a look of thought.
"Odd Jobs eh?"
Francis 'Frank' Morgan had been living in the nearby village for the past 30 years or so. Time had a way of slipping by as one aged as Frank had become quite aware. In fact, it was one of the few thoughts that remained unobstructed by his growing paranoia over the years.
Now, looking at this man, Frank had an odd suspicion that there was more then meets the eye. He seemed quite interested in that longbow. An assassin perhaps come to do away with the legendary Francis Morgan?
"Hmph. Figures. Always the common looking folks these days. If he wants an odd job then by golly I'll give him an odd job. A very odd job", thought Frank quietly to himself.
As he continued to absentmindedly rub his bearded chin, Frank decided to speak to the young man once more, "So it's some work you want huh? Good, I have just the job for you. You see, throughout my travels before I settled here I managed to aquire a certain ship that up until recently was docked just over there."
The old man pointed a bony finger to a set of docks just a few feet down from the marketplace.
"It seems I've forgotten to maintain the old thing and what do ya know, it sunk. It's not too far out so I'm sure you can find it."
Lukus looked at the man in shock, "Wait, you'd have me raise your ship? How can one man do that?"
"You didn't let me finish boy. I don't care a lick about that rotten hunk of wood. Do you really believe I'll be sailing anywhere anytime soon? I want what's inside of it. On board I kept an old chest containing traveling documents, maps, and a few bags of gold pieces. You go get that chest out of there and not only will this fine bow be yours but I'll throw in a bag of that gold as well...assuming you're still alive."
Frank smiled as he once more began to rub his chin. If it's the money he needs then he'll do the job but if it's my life then I'll surely kill him where he stands. We'll see how he does.
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in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage. For he is all I could ever
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posted January 21, 2007 05:38 AM |
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Lukus was only slightly less shocked at the offer this man had given him. He had no clue how he could manage to haul a heavy chest out of the water. But the offer this strange old man was giving him was quite an offer. He'd made just a mere thirteen silver pieces a week as a butler. But this was an entire bag of gold. Lukus realized he hadn't responded to the old man for a few seconds and the silence was becoming awkward. He gathered his thoughts quickly and gave his answer.
"I'll see what I can do," Lukus said with a nod. "Good day." How on earth could he see down in that ship, let alone be able to hold his breath while he drags the chest out of the ship. Maybe it wasn't too heavy. The man wouldn't just offer a job if it wasn't able to be done. Perhaps this job he could look into a bit more. Perhaps he could ask his old friend Artemus. He knew a lot about magic. Maybe he could come up with an underwater breathing spell.
When was the last time he had even seen Artemus though? A few years at least. Lukus didn't even know if he was still living Fareport. Perhaps he could stop by sometime later this week to see if he was still around. He couldn't waste the whole day on an impossible job. No, the Reignts would likely have something for him to do today. Every Thursday, two of the maids took the day off. Occasionally he could get work for a few hours and earn a silver piece or a half silver piece.
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locust
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posted January 21, 2007 11:25 AM |
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Gelenoth walked around a few minutes with that thought in his mind. He new three tax chargers that had often required his services. Yet, while his mind moved away towards his future plans, his feet seemed to insist in driving him back towards the Fareport Seashore Tavern. He had been sttled there for over a month now, and all his belongings and gold was stored in a room there. The barman, Sargon, lended him the room as long as he would look over the tavern to avoid confusion and seldom fights outside.
He stared a few moments at the place, and sat by the door as his thoughts kept hounting him. He didn't feel like spending another month in town. He had passed most his life there, but since he decided to leave for a few weeks, staying each day at town seemed like torture. A couple of thugs passed by on the street and greet him with a nod. He smiled without paying much attention. Suddenly his eyes fall over Linog, one of the dirtiest tax chargers he had worked for so far. THe man would always try to over charge his customars, coming back to Gelenoth to guarantee the payers wouldn't let that keep them from paying. On the other side, he would try to bargain and lower Gelenoth's price once the service was already done. A coward in all means, yet a rich bastard.
Gelenoth aproached the man with a casual smile: "So, tell me ratman, how the bills coming in? Everyone up to date?"
Linog smiled: "Yes, I was looking for you..."
Gelenoth smiled "Well, here I am, what do you need?"
Linog looked with a little fear in his eye, tipical of him asking for something. "Well, there is this man... I think people call him Hilldodge. He is a adventurer, recently arrived in town. You know... I have a couple of other contacts that also help me with my duty, besides you. But this Hilldodge... He's the moral type. Sticking his nose in others buissness. He's standing for a few citizens, threatening me to stay away from them... The other two buddies I told you about. THey cowarded... the man is well armed."
Gelenoth washed away his smile and evaluated the situation for a few moments. "Well, ratman, I'm not such a swordsman, you know I only engage warriors with a ambush group or if he is unarmoured. Either way this will cost you quite more than your used to pay. And much more than the peasents are probably worth paying for."
The little man twisted with a grim and let out a sick laughter: "My dear muscle head... it's not about the money this time. It's about keeping the peasents where they belong, and warning the warrior this is my tarritory. I'll pay you a little extra this time."
This was unusual. But unusual pleased Gelenoth. "Alright, you better sick snake, my patience with bargains has run out. Don't try to get away with money this time. I'll tell you when he's dead or gone."
It was time for him to seek a few friends that he was used to work with. This could possibly pay him well enough to assure things wouldn't run short during his travel. He left the portside towards the Smoking Inn near the city market.
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posted January 23, 2007 03:58 AM |
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"Jist a'doin' mah duty, madam."
Simeon Greer turned his back to the crying widow and walked away with her last little bit of money saved up from her husband. One might think that his typical exit speech conveyed some regret, so Simeon always filled it to the brim with ironic sarcasm, just in case. He didn't mind that everyone hated him, in fact, he tended to enjoy it. The power that come with a royal force behind it was his to control, and if he overcollected a bit, he grew all the richer.
Simeon Greer was a small, hairy man with no family to speak of and no friends to hope for. He had inherited his last name from the sort of smile he always wore as he made the rounds, a sort of cross between a grin and a sneer. It was never quite certain how happy Greer was, as the "greer" had become his default expression. Everyone hated him, and many had tried to end his life, but Greer was a wily man and was always able to run to the king before any harm was done to him. He'd always threatened to come back with a task force to level anyone who spoke against him, and, by proxy, the Crown. He never capitalized on these threats, however, but the attempts on his life slowly dwindled away.
Greer was always quick to remind the people of the village that even if they were successful in killing him, the King would send another collector, perhaps far worse than he. He was never invited to anything, which was how he liked it. Greer had been known to mutter "I'd rether be 'lone with mah money then ta have a thossan friends like you lot." So far, he'd gotten his wish.
The tax collector lived alone on the edge of town and practiced a solitary piety that the rest of the town found insulting to the kingdom's deity, Arios, if only because Simeon was simply seeking out his rationales. He worked for the king, who was the voice of Arios on High, so none could question him. Simeon prayed when the windows were open, but no one knew what happened when his heavy oak door and bronze shutters protected him from a world that hated him.
Anyways, it was just a job. Simeon couldn't grasp why people objected so highly to giving a bit extra to their local civil servant for his duties to Arios and King. Then again, he'd never been the best at relating to others. Then again again, he didn't really want to.
Greer hobbled over to the next house, a hovel owned by a hired hand named Lukus. He'd always hated the slums, all the filthy shanties filled with would-be revolutionaries who stood up simply because they had nothing to lose. But this boy, Lukus, he'd always had the means to pay somehow, and so Simeon was unable to quiet him. He was sure he'd get his chance, though, since no one in that part of town could hold a job for long. Lukus was probably a criminal or something of that sort, they usually were. Course, that boy'd probably thought the same thing about Simeon.
"He ain't too far off, neither," he chuckled to himself, "'cept God 'n' king're on mah side." His knuckles rapped the wood.
No answer came, so Simeon opened the door. Lukus had no locks, for he had nothing worth stealing that he didn't carry with him at all times. He wasn't there.
"The little slime's out agen!" Simeon cursed at the door and pulled out his roll of parchment, carefully scribing a notice and hammering it into Lukus' door before continuing his rounds.
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posted January 23, 2007 05:37 AM |
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Three sharp taps sounded from the door in the small three room hovel. A boy of twelve sat up from reading his book and walked over to the door. The house was empty. His older sister was out chasing after her latest crush and his mother went to the market to get some food. The boy opened a small slat in the heavy wooden door and stood on his tiptoes to try to see through the opening. But all he could see was the top of a man’s head. The hair was brown and slicked back and the hairline appeared to be receding, but he couldn’t quite see anything below his forehead. The man was clearly shorter than average as the boy was usually able to see the face of most men that knocked on the door.
“Who knocks here?” called the boy.
“Let me in, boy, or suffer the wrath of Arios.” The boy sighed. He didn’t need to see the man’s face to tell it was the tax collector. He could tell just by the way the man spoke, a thick slurred dialect with a hint of arrogance. This was the second time he’d come by this week. His father had always paid him everything he’d asked even though he was always overcharged. But it was never without a fight. He’d give him a thorough tongue lashing before he’d finally pull out the copper and silver pieces to pay the outlandish dues. His father hated this man. Not because he had to turn over his money, but because he knew that this man kept the overcharges for himself. He hated anyone who was dishonest.
“Just a second,” the boy answered. He turned the lock and opened the door.
“Where’s Lukus Fletcher? The man needs to show his just appre’shun for the King and Arios.” The boy stared at him blinking once, then holding his gaze. “Lukus Fletcher. Where is he?”
“My dad is at work right now.”
“Ahh. That is splendid. I will be by tomorrow to collect the rest of his dues. Do make shuh' he doesn’t drink it all away t’night. Okay m’ boy.” the boy tightened his lips and said nothing as his father had instructed him. He closed the door thinking about which name would be the most fun to yell at him as he waddled off to the next house.
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locust
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posted January 23, 2007 11:27 AM |
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Gelenoth walked in the Smoking Inn already with a smile upon his face. It took but two steps inside before the bar tender staired at him and began yelling: "Dagger! You lousy bastard! You owe me five beers! Look, Josh, Kalagdon, he's back... Wolf always walks back to the woods huh?" As he spoke he cornered the bat to aproach and greet Gelenoth. The mercenarie had made most his early (and dirty) service negotiations on the place. It was darl, hard to find, and looked like anything but a inn.
Gelenoth smiled wider, and opened his arms: "You thugs still around then huh? I was hopping so! How things going Kalagdon? Bought that sword you where looking for?" Before expecting a answer, he turns to Porsh, the barman "Hey, before you finish getting out that bar, grab us each a couple of table. I owe you twelve now. I'll pay you a couple as well."
The four sat down on the table drinking and joking for quite a few time, as was of use after long periods of non meeting. Gelenoth felt at home there... A good place to disappear from the world, and the last place a enemy would wan't to fight. Sooner or later he remembered the task that drove him there, and brought the subject up.
"So, I got a team job for us, in case you ladies have any interest." He put a bag of gold over the table to grab the others attention. "Hilldodge dead. I'll get us thity pieces on his head, maybe more. That's ten pieces for each. Minus a little part for the rat boys." The other two mercs looked at him for a while: "You think we can't do this the three of us? We don't need those useless rats..."
Gelenoth smiled: "I hope you would say that. So, Josh, Track down are gold bag warrior, when you think we can catch him alone, let me know, we'll do him together."
Josh smiled and lifted from the table. The man was mute, but was the sharpest eye among the mercs. While he figured out Hilldodge's routine, Gelenoth and Kalagdon would find a way to arm themselves and prepare for the strike, assuring they would have extra resources in case the attack ran into unexpected problems.
It was like old days... Gelenoth would have fun till the last moment, untill they would have the warrior's head. Later, with the gold in the pocket and beer in his mug, already drunk, he would once more regret killing someone who might have been worth knowing. The deception began to come earlier these years, and he began to think of the victom before the job was done. He knew how much this could compromise his missions... But no comming back. Hesitation wasen't a weakness he was willing to let out.
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posted January 31, 2007 03:24 AM |
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Lukus pulled a piece of bread from a pouch strapped in place on his front hip. The sun appeared to be at its high point for the late summer day. He took a bite as he turned a corner and headed deeper into the rich side of town. Even though the roads were less crowded here, he always felt more on edge. The pickpockets never came here. Anyone would wasn't well dressed was scrutinized down to the little details.
He tried to refrain from making eye contact with the upper class folk, but sometimes he couldn't help it. Lukus spotted a cluster of people coming his way. A man riding a horse was headed straight for him appearing to be not moving to the side. To the man's left a dense cluster of people were taking up all the space. To the right, the man left about a two between him and the wall.
Lukus decided to hug the wall, but the man on the horse gave him an angry look as if he was being forced to move over another foot or two from the wall. Other than a few more minor awkward moments with the upper class the trip to the Reignt's estates was quite normal. Lukus waved to the groundskeepers as he walked down the dirt road up to the front door. He clanked the doorknocker a couple times and waited for one of the maids to answer. Lukus knew which one would be likely to answer, since this was the usual time he stopped by.
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Locust
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posted February 03, 2007 11:32 PM |
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The three mercenaries left the tavern after a last toast. Josh rushed imedietly to seek there target, and the other two waited in a near by alley where they used to gather up before missions. It was coming to dusk when the prober returned to the group. "Seems like he likes to avoid attention... he is settled in a small tavern caled "Boiling Beer". That hole is smaller then are good n´old Smoking Inn. Never actually heard of it. It´s two streets after Ben´s place."
The other two smiled. Gelenoth sighed and thought for a while: "I have an idea... I´ve heard this warrior is the hero minded type. Why don´t we try and poll off that plot Branduk used against those paladins of NorPort...?" The bandits looked at him for a while, and Josh noded: "The tavern there seems a good spot... don´t believe there are guards for at least some blocks away. It´s on a poor neighborhood. Anyway, your call..."
Gelenoth rised without a word and walked outside the alley. The two followed him in silence. They arrived at the Boiling Beer´s street little before nightfall. Entering the bar, they bought themselves a couple of beers each. The place was small, only a couple of tables, and not a soul downstairs.
They had spent so much time working together, there was little need to talk the details of what they would do. The group had gained quite some improvising skill, and acting was a great part of there deal. It was enough just to know the concept of the plan. After the group passed almost a hour talking about random subjects, drinking and pretending do be drunk, Josh, the most creative of them, pulled the act.
He rised, pretending he was loosing balance, trying to look drunk, and spitting on the floor: "Where are the two gold pieces that I put on the table? Where are the two Gold pieces??? YOU TWO!!". Gelenoth held back a smile: "Why, you drunk bastard, there spent! You drunk them hahaha." Kalagdon rised from his chair with a moking expression: "He´s so passed out I don´t even believe he ever had them golds... he´s just a littel thug... hehehehe". He pushed Josh with a higher laughter. Gelenoth laughed out even louder and looked to the bartender: "You don´t seem two pieces wealthier, do ya? So guess the boy is passed out..." Josh looked at the two: "Oh? Not so passed out that I couldn´t beat the crap! LAzy fools!" Gelenoth smiled widely: "What? Are you waiting a invitation? Hehe, come on!"
The barman was feeling a little uneasy with the situation. There where customers asleep on the second floor, and this kind of argument coulnd´t end well. He tryied to interreupt them politely: "Gentlement, I´m sure there is no need for such argument. I´ll give you all a free round, now please, let´s calm down." With those words Josh laughed: "SO, that´s it! You took my gold you fat bastared, and now your ginving me a beer with my own moneu? You give it back! "
He drawed his dagger, and the barman frezeed in fear. He began babling, trying to speak, trying to calm down the appearently drunk and angry customer. A door was heard opening on the second floor. Gelenoth whispered swiftly: "Quick, do him over!" Josh carved his dagger in the barman´s body, and began laughing loud: "You thief! Now who is the drunk?" While that the other two pretended surprise, drawing weapons as well.
If the warrior was actually in the tavern, then now would probably be the time to put the plan in motion. He would probably be coming downstairs atracted by the loud voices and the barman´s desperate scream. Adrenaline runned throw their veins... the act was soon to end, and on it layed the failiure or success of the mission.
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posted February 09, 2007 07:26 AM |
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Simeon Greer waddled down the road into the wealthy district, his favorite side of town. He would often smirk to himself as he was reminded of his power over the powerful. Power was what Simeon desired most, but no noble blood flowed in his veins, and it was often said that there was no noble bone in his body to match. He was not smart enough to lead, charismatic enough to stage a rebellion, or smart enough to gain any real credit as a person of good repute. So, he had turned to a life of extortion, where he was simply a middleman between the terrifying and the terrified. Greer had no real power for himself, but he had enough might behind him that people listened when he spoke. It was never by choice that people heeded him, but that didn't matter. He had his semblence of power, and that was enough to suppress his morality.
Sure, there had been Robin Hoods in the past to oppose his financial tyranny, brave rogues who stepped forth to challenge his royal decree, but this was no fairy tale, and Simeon was no fool. He was a slippery fellow, one that was always on the look out for mounting conspiracies to the point of paranoia. Simeon had managed to make his way to the capital and come back with a suppressive force to quell that and any other resistances that might arise. Sure, he'd probably had a few innocents dragged off to the stocks or dungeon, but that was the price of justice. He had to maintain order at any cost.
Simeon was troubled, though, for every time he had scampered to the castle, the king seemed more and more reluctant to send him troops, even making the tax collector wait for several days before help was secured. This annoyed Simeon to no end, but he would never have made his anger known. It was ironic how clowingly subservient he had ended up being, perhaps even moreso than the people in the village that he felt he commanded. They still had the freedom to whisper curses to the king to one another, but Simeon's curses would have fallen on deaf ears, for he was always all alone.
(OOC: Okay, RSF. Once you tell your brother and set in motion Lukas' action against Simeon, we can get the ball rolling. I hope then that it becomes easier to post, because I'm kinda tired of setting up my character.  )
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posted February 13, 2007 07:31 PM |
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“Just a minute,” a muffled female voice called from behind the door. As it swung open, a pleasantly shaped woman appeared in the entryway. She smiled excitedly.
“Lukus,” she said as if she was surprised to see him. Lukus however could tell that she had been expecting him all day.
“Good day, Miss Halson,” Lukus said trying to remain as formal as possible, making sure he didn’t smile too much.
“You can call me, Corada. I’ve told you before, hun.” Lukus cleared his throat. He always tried to remain formal and businesslike around Corada for obvious reasons, one of which staring him in the face, the other bound to his finger. Yet his attempts, at formalities only seemed to entice her evermore.
“Any jobs for me today,” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“I think there’s a few things for you to do today.” Lukus put his hands together and began twisting the ring around his finger as if it was a nervous habit. Corada quickly glanced at his hands and cleared her throat. Her smiled faded.
“Right this way,” she said with a forced smile as she led him to the backyard.
OOC: Sorry for the delay. I was trying to see if I could get Violent Flower to post. Maybe she still can. Anyway, I agree w/ Shadowcaster. We need to get this thread on the way and that means that Lukus and Gelenoth need to meet that way things can get going. This is a pretty undynamic RP right now. We have enough character development, so let's push to get things going.
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posted February 13, 2007 10:30 PM |
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The warrior stood in shock at the end of the stairway. He expected a few drunks fighting, but to see a man holding a blade in the barman wasen´t quite what he expected... at least the two other men seemed to be prepared to aid the tavern keeper as well. After a few seconds recovering from surprise, he pulled out a short sword from his belt, and rushed towards the assassin, followed closely by Gelenoth and Kalagdon.
All was flawless. The warrior rised his sword against Josh, and before he was able to strike, two baldes cut his back open. He fell, still unaware of what was happening, confused and stunned by pain. Josh leaned forth and stabed him again. He was a steardy adventurer. But he was dying, non the less. Josh and Kalagdon left the tavern running. It was there habits to split up after mission acomplished to regroup on the´re well known alley. But Gelenoth stud behind this time.
Leaning over, he saw the warrior was still breathing, still strunggling against certain death. He looked the man in the face, and the gaze of terror returned to him nearly made him fill unhuman. How could he inspire such terror... He turned his face in shame. First time he looked at the victim´s face. He always new a killer shouldn´t. Over all in his doubious emotional condition. He turned back, and quickly carved his sword in the adventurer, ending his pain. Gelenoth could barely hold the blade. He turned around in shock, and stood there for a few moments.
Suddenly, a few voices from the stairs snaped him back to hiself. He never took so long... he should leave before guards arrived. And so he did. Every thing was diferent. His pale expression called a lot of attention along the way, and while he could normally act like a common bypasser, this time, he had guilt labeled on his face (besides the blood he forgot to wipe out). He knew he would hardly be able to repeat what he just did to the warrior... He turned into the alley, still feeling unsecure. He released a deep sigh, and stared at the other two who were already worried about him.
They knew him well, and figured him only by the look in his face. It was time for him to stop such jobs, or possibly, plan a retirement. Most of the city mercs (or at least the thug types) had quite some respect for his long service time, but a simple moment of hesitation could bring it all down.
He spoke with a tremble voice, avoiding eye contact with the others: "It´s done... we... we can get the money now..." A long period of silence filled the night. But suddenly, some thing in his mind seemed to have awakened... he stared almost frightened to his buddies: "JOSH! KALAGDON! You must keep what happened between us. I´m not sure what I´ll be doing next... but I trust you not to speak of what happened today!" They didn´t respond, but he new they felt pitty for him. He himself felt like a torn soul at the moment...
He looked down for a moment: "Please, keep my share untill I return to you. I must find my brother. I need to leave town for a few days. Something´s not quite right... and I need to put my head in place." With that, his body began to drive him out the alley, yet Kalagdon and Josh held him back. "Okay buddy, we´ll help you find your brother... but look at you! Your covered in blood. Let´s go to the smoking inn... you take a bath, you rest, and tomorrow we´ll have your brother found for ya." He noded... he had never been so tired... and it wasen´t only physicly. That could wait till morning.
Josh pulled Kalagdon to a corner: "I´ll get his brother... You follow him to the inn... I´m not sure he can safe his own way." The two agreeded with a nod, and separeted. In the distance, the yell of guards could be heard... and the shadows of the neighbor hood have never felt so warding in the past.
OOC=Right, I´ll get Gelenoth with Lukus next post. If you wan´t to do it at once, just get Josh to call you to the smoking inn. I´m good to go now.
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violent_flower
Promising
Supreme Hero
Almost there.
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“Lukus, why do you insist on flattering me with your taken presences?” I gently lowered my head so he could not detect the disappointment in the fact that his wedding ring was blinding my hopes. I have always fancied Lukus and the way he takes over a room.
“Well Miss Halson I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable in anyway, just looking for a job.” He stated this as he rubbed his forehead from the drops of sweat that were produced by embarrassment. “Stop calling me Miss. Halson it makes me sounds old!”
“Oh Lukus don’t fret, I guess I just enjoy your company so much, that’s all.”
I reached for his hand to lead him to the back yard where I had a job awaiting him. He hesitated for a moment and then took my hand in his ever so gently. I knew that my eyes could not hide my excited as it had been forever that another’s hand had been in mine. He held it as if he owned it and I was hoping the walk to the back yard would get delayed.
We reached the French doors and he let go of my hand to open them for me. “ What do you have for me today Corada?” “I need you to dig this trench out the rest of the way for me. The gentlemen that started it never finished it and if it rains our basement will flood again.” I was hoping that the project could not be completed because if the basement was to flood I knew that he would be the first on my list to call.
“Do you have something to drink for me before I get started?” He smiled while twisting at his ring and looked at me until I answered. “Whatever you wish, I have some lemonade made if you would like.” He shook his head at me and watched me as I walked away.
I knew that he was married and even made good with his wife. She never treated him the way that he deserved and I felt that at some point he would leave her. I walked out to witness him taking off his shirt before grabbing the shovel. My hands started to get wet and my mouth moistened as I handed him his drink. I spent the next several hours watching his form as he became one with his work; catching him starring at my exposed legs and flirting with the idea of what if was enough to make me crazy.
He collected his money and thanked me for the work. I asked him if he would come back tomorrow and he lowered his head down while sighing. “I have other engagement tomorrow but I think that maybe I could swing by.” I watched him walk down the gravel path while waving to the groundskeeper. He was kicking the gravel and he kept turning around to look back at the house. That night I could not sleep and the thought of going to him in the middle of the night was a thought that I had to fight off….
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Learn how to duck and weave because I will throw truth at you all day!
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