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DagothGares
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posted June 06, 2010 08:34 PM |
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Nightstalker - IC
Yesterday, a woman had entered the village. She was covered in dirt and scratches, her clothes were torn apart, her quiver was empty and she collasped along with her hors, once she went past the palisades. No one knew what had happened or from what she ran. There were guesses, like bandits, warlocks or a particularly vicious pack of wild wolves. The horse had died instantly, but the woman was far from dead. Her muscles were strained, stiff and tired, but her bones and tendons were intact and her loss of blood was negligible. She was placed in the beds of an inn. Many volunteered to carry her and tend to her wounds. In the end, an old nurse was the one who took her to the inn(the actual carrying was done by two big, sturdy and manly farmers) (after she was taken to said destination they were immediately requested to vacate, which they dared not refuse the old crone) and undressed her to wash her wounds and do any sewing, if need be. After this was done she was placed in bed with a set of regular worker clothes laid next to her. She had slept through the night and to a betetr part of the day, but when the nurse retuned by night, she had gone, leaving behind her tattered clothing that would have suited a lady of a baron a few days ago.
In the mean time a proud women with strong and noble features had appeared in a nearby tavern. She claimed she was a descendant from elven nobility and her fair countenance definitely didn't deny that. She said that she was attacked by a Nightstalker while she was on a trade mission for her father. They took a short cut home and ended up being attacked. Apparently her fiancé and a royal escort of twenty elite warriors had been slaughtered down to the last man three days ago and she was chased for two days, until she winded up here. Her horse that was magically enhanced and of noble breeding had been running away through the forest for the two days that followed unable to escape the tireless monster, until she arrived in this vilage and it collapsed through sheer exhaustion. She held out a necklace with a big emerald attached to it as proof of her family's great wealth. "Anyone who manages to escort me back home will be rewarded handsomely." she said. "Who's man enough to do so?" she asked defiantly.
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JoonasTo
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posted June 06, 2010 08:56 PM |
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Edited by JoonasTo at 20:59, 06 Jun 2010.
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"HOI! A fiiine shineeee you gott t'ere. But what be a squirr'l doin' 'ere?", a rugged man with messy brown hair yells way too loud. He struggles to get up. He makes her way over to the lady while taking support from the stools. He draws his sword and manages a half-assed bow.
"Ha'f toe at your ssserrvice, ma'm. I think we gunna be jus' fine.", he sheats his rusty sword and tries to grab the lady's ass.
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DagothGares
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posted June 06, 2010 09:03 PM |
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And he actually succeeded doing so, yet upon this, Irina flicked her wrist and out of a nearby tankard a stream of brown-yellowish liquid came and knocked him on the side of the head with the strength of an orc wielding a warhammer. "That was the admission cost. They'll grow steeper with every visit." she said and she spat on him. "It goes without saying that sobriety will be a requirement." she said, her face restrained.
Rubes...
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posted June 06, 2010 09:05 PM |
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Burgoth was sitting in the tavern. He sat in the back corner, chewing on the bone that had carried haunch meat scant seconds ago. His tankard was empty already, the backwater brew they called ale here did little to slake his thirst. Burgoth was particularly surly today, the bounty the guildmaster sent him to collect had proven a wild-goose-chase. The snow had died of swampfever, meaning Burgoth could not claim his head only report his death. Which meant that Burgoth would not get the bounty. He was getting low on money, since Frosthowl had gotten loose from the stables and attack one of the peasant's flock. Burgoth had to pay for the sheep his pet killed. On the other hand he gave them to the tavernkeeper, who let him sleep and eat for free for the last couple of days. There was no work for a bountyhunter in these parts. Crime was something that never occured to these yokels it seemed.
Then a woman came in. He did not doubt that most men in the tavern would give their left arm to be with her, she was what Humans and Elves considered atractive. Burgoth never cared for those pinkskins. They were too frail, too weak and especially too squeamish. She had some sobstory about her being attacked. But then she showed a fine piece of jewelry and claimed that anyone who'd protect her would be rewarded handsomely. The pendant she showed would earn a good purse of gold in the black market of Ronsenburgh. Burgoth liked the prospect of the money, it ment he had some leasure from the guildmaster. Immediatly some drunkard got up and offered her his services. His speach was slurred and he could barely stand up straight. It amazed Burgoth how little alcohol these pinkskins could stand. It seemed the alcohol had gotten to his head as he was trying to make a pass at the Elf. She took care of it herself, it seemed. She knocked the man out,not that that was such a feat considering his state. The Burgoth called out at the Elf: "How much?"
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DagothGares
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posted June 06, 2010 09:10 PM |
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Here eye twitched involuntarily when she saw the orc react as one of the first volunteers. Fine, she couldn't afford to be picky now...
She sighed. "You can count on ten thousand silverlings or the equivalent in gold." she announced loudly. "That's enough to buy two sets of armour or a decent estate in elvish lands. I'm sure you could put it to use." she added in a snarky tone.
Rubes and orcs...
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War-overlord
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posted June 06, 2010 09:19 PM |
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"That'll do just fine. You've hired yourself an Orc, Pinky."
Still chewwing on the bone, Burgoth indicated the servinggirl to come over.
He pointed to his empty tankard and plate. "Give me another round, wench."
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posted June 06, 2010 09:19 PM |
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The lady claimed there was a great monster stalking this very woods, the NIGHTSTALKER! Well, i had fairly no clue on what the thing was, but if she really was who she had claimed then that monster was likely good enough to fight a dragon.
I looked at my sleeves before leaving the table; The marinegreen jacket did not go well in contrast to the color of the wood in this tavern, darn it. As monster slayers there was only 1 thing that was correct regardless of situation: Be professional, and preferably well dressed when being idle.
While i was busy scrubbing my jacket a drunk got up to the lady, a weird fellow indeed. The fellow did get what he deserved.
Another rude fellow also got up to her, and asked: "How much?", he was a tough orc like many others, but he was in this room attempting to get a bit of cash like every other fellow. He might have gotten his price.
I approached; "I am sorry my rude fellow, ignore this rude fellow for the moment." I bowed in a chivalric manner, and introduced myself: " I am Ebious fon Drankstein, another generation of Slayers from the Drankstein family. Might I join the quest to take down this Nightstalker? And what can you tell me about this fierce beast?"
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JoonasTo
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posted June 06, 2010 09:34 PM |
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"Eb Drank? Hahahaha! We al' kno you ruuunk boeh. No pi' off! Teh, lass, nee no jugler but ey MAN!", Ha'f Toe shoves the man with green jacket.
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posted June 06, 2010 09:39 PM |
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An arse pushed me over to the side, i stumbeled back to him: "Why piss off? A monster is a monster! Besides, I can barely understand you drunkard, can't you wartorn people stay sober?" I pushed him back attempting to get him to fall into a table or something.
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DagothGares
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posted June 06, 2010 09:41 PM |
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"Stop it, both of you."
Irina shot a quick glare at the obscenely drunk man. "I will gladly take upon your services Drankstein. I'll tell you about the monster later." she said with a smile. Then she turned to the drunk and said: "If you manage to make yourself comprehensible and behave, I'll consider taking you in as well."
Okay, so a rube, an orc and a young pipsqueak... Great!
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JoonasTo
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posted June 06, 2010 09:51 PM |
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Ha'f toe tips over and hits his head on a table. He straightens himself.
"Ou 'eard teh pointy. Wha 'ou getin al' fier'd up? I 'ust 'et youh knowh tha' youh have bettah optiouuns.", he makes his way to the door and lifts a rather big bag over to his shoulder.
"Tuids! eary leave 'eh?", he greets her and opens the door. He hits his bag to the doorframe. It gives out a loud clank. He curses and exits.
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posted June 06, 2010 09:59 PM |
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Yesterday, Aagarun had failed to interfer and posion the elven noblewoman while she was being treated, however she had now announced that she needed...traveling companions to protect her the rest of the trip. This presented with an golden opportunity as it would provide the much needed openings to complete his mission. And a monster would not provide to much of a distraction Aagarun hoped, if it was anything like any other animal that is.
However, Aagarun must at all costs not stand out, so he would wait to see some of the other present themselves first.
-A drunken man who probably would pull out of it when he sobbered up announced himself first.
-Then a orc, he could be handy, as Aagarun could blame him for the elfs death later on.
-Then a human...noble? Anyway he called himself a monster hunter and spoke up.
Aagarun felt that it was now safe to announce his wish to join them without arousing to much suspicioun and spoke up.
"A big monster out there in the woods?" Aagarun said loudly "It has been a long time since I've had any real challenge in my hunts. If the lady would be so kind, I would gladly put my hunting abilities at your disposal." When Aagarun said the word 'hunting' he stroke his bow to underline his point.
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War-overlord
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posted June 06, 2010 10:30 PM |
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Burgoth watched as a young nobleman offered himself as well. He quickly got into a scuffle with the drunk, but the Elf stopped things before they got enjoyable. The nobleman was a foppish youngster, claiming to be a monsterhunter. From the looks of him he could not wrestle a doe to the ground, let alone slay monsters. The servinggirl by now had brought him his second haunch of meat and tankard of 'ale'. Burgoth dug into the meat and tore off a chunk.
The drunk left, slurring his goodbye. Which was a shame actually, Burgoth would have like to brawl with him a bit. Knock a few teeth out to improve his face, which Burgoth did not particularly liked. Next a lizardman offered his service. Claimed to be a hunter. First one to actually looked the deal other than himself. Burgoth downed the 'ale', pulled a face and said: "Bilgewater". Some rustling sound came from his satchel, Burgoth looked over. Nothing seemed to be wrong, but it did not feel good at all.
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posted June 06, 2010 10:36 PM |
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"Marcel's Magic is ready to serve both in and out of the main store at Spiv street 21!" Bellowed a greasy middleaged wizard from a corner of the inn. "Wether it's a scab on your arse or a curse on your family, send for Marcel's Magic at Spiv street twentywwunnhhnhn," the line was put to a halt by a peeved patron shoving a rag into the wailing wizard's mouth. "This tavern ain't the town square!"
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del_diablo
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posted June 06, 2010 10:43 PM |
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"Your word is my command, lady." I followed her recommendation wisely, it was good compared to getting into a senseless brawl. Well a senseless brawl would have been good, quite the shame.
A fellow hunter, a lizardman came along and laid out his hand to follow the sword. The sword would likely accept the hand. Hunters was perculious fellows who hunted for survival, they was noble in a manner.
The orc was as unelegant as ever, but who cared yet? He would be a good strike for the monster hunt.
And a phony wizard joined, hopefully he would die during the hunt. Unless he cleaned up of course.
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AlkarRahn
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posted June 07, 2010 10:19 PM |
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Felicia listened as the woman made an announcement, asking for assistance in getting home. This must be who her friend was talking about. She mentioned there would be a reward at the journey's end, and of a fair amount. Though the opportunity to train her skills more would be a worthwhile reward in itself, this reward would be a welcome bonus. It could help with funding an investigation of what had happened to her parents.
"Excuse me. I am going to go help her."
Felicia stood, and left her friend at the table. She walked up to the elf.
"Hello. My name is Felicia, and I am willing to help you on your journey home."
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posted June 08, 2010 11:42 AM |
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Burgoth continued to observe the scene, eating the last piece of meat of his mutton-haunch.
A wizard was trying to sell his magics in the bar, without much succes. From his greasy appearance, it seemed he had not made a sale in quite some time. The tavernkeeper had shoved a rag down his throat to shut him up. The wizard stood gagging and coughing in a corner now, which made Burgoth grin. The grin revealed two rows of sharp, yellowish teeth varrying slightly in length. Burgoth took to gnawing on the bone again.
Next a slip of a girl offered her services. She had several more winters to go before she would be considered an adult. Though she had two visible scars on her face, she looked to frail to be of any use in a fight. Burgoth was beginning to doubt the entire retinue he had gotten himself into. So far only he and the Lizard looked like they would be able to defend themselves against the "So-called" Nightstalker.
Burgoth had heard rumours about that thing, but he never gave them much credit. No trace was ever found of the beast. No bodies of victims, no footprints, no nests, no dung, no trails. It all sounded like a spookstory, to scare hatchlings into staying in their beds.
Then, Burgoth broke a tooth with a loud crack. Burgoth took the bone out of his mouth and fished the broken tooth out with two fingers. After giving it a quick glance, Burgoth threw the tooth away, it had been bothering him for a few days now. He ran his tongue over the gap where the tooth used to be. A new one was already budding, it would be replaced by morning. Little known was that Orc continued to replace their teeth throughout their lives. Just like crocodiles and sharks. This was the reason why Orcs often gnaw bones, to break out their worn down teeth. However Burgoth learned in the past years that Humans in particular found the habit of gnawing bones pretty digusting.
Burgoth spotted Blinkeye, his pet magpie. He fluttered towards him, holding a small silver ring in his beak. Blinkeye set down on the table, dropped the ring and started pecking at a few greasy scraps of meat. Burgoth picked up the ring. It was small and plain, but the silver was in good condition and well polished.
Again, Burgoth's gravely voice was heard loudly in the tavern tonight. "Anyone loose a ring?"
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posted June 09, 2010 09:35 PM |
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Felicia noticed the others' activities as she stood there. Though it had died down a bit, it felt a little weird, and she started wondering what she had gotten herself into.
She was now a little more worried about the others in the group, rather than the task ahead. There was a lizard, an orc, a drunk, some old man, and she wasn't quite sure what else. All me, and most were...dirty, nasty-looking things.
"Well.... I shall go get prepared for our journey then."
She made for the exit, and toward the smithy, to collect her belongings.
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posted June 11, 2010 05:59 PM |
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Upon hearing muffled voices and a heating discussion outside the bag, Quib opens up one eye and gets up slowly.
Great, the place is crawling with folks. But at least he was still in one piece.
Overhearing that the orc volunteered for escorting some chick somewhere, he clears his mind and decides to remain in his newfound safehouse (the orc's probably not going to use these bombs in the middle of a village) until he's taken out of it.
But the fear of the KABLOOEY effect these bombs could have can only keep hunger at bay for so long, and soon enough, his stomach starts rumbling nastily...
"Bloody real creatures with their real world and real fried chicken..."
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posted June 11, 2010 11:51 PM |
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I took a song with a few of the nearby drunkards, I played some poker, I fetched my cape from the chair I had left it at.
I payed the barkeep for the drinks, and a little in tips, I licked my left fingers as I went up the stairs and to the bedroom, I even whistled a little tone a bard had played on while telling the tale of how young prince Lance had managed to break his promise with his father, and still somehow had managed to pull himself back in, it was bright sounding tone, the tale involved romance and epic adventure as many like it.
The bard these days, they needed to be more adventures, the taverns usually kept them alive to spread their tales and words.
On second thought, why was I even wearing a cape in a tavern? Sure it was fancy, and sure it could hide the fact some of my servants wanting to dress me up properly, but really what was the use? Guess it was a habit after all, all that travelling with cape turned it into a habit.
Besides, travelling with Hanzel and Gretzel was a sort of pain. They themselves had the moral of a bunch of normal hired mercs, but considering their hireing position it was not so far from the truth.
They got a monthly sum of money, which was quite good compared to what was to be earned these days anyhow, and their job consisted of helping me to carry my undersized backpack and stitching me up if that was needed.
So far I had only needed to be stitched up twice, they did their job well. My face and shoulders had escaped scars. Both of them dabbled into the arts, they was apparently going as high price mercs in the first place to gather enough money to be able to enter some grand scheming study.
And luckly for me they was paid for not helping me in fighting, just to stitch me up if I survived, and report back if I fell in combat.
When I finally found my way back to the room I found Hanzel sitting there and dabbeling in cards again, he looked up morely distracted and said hi. I said hi back to him, and jumped literally to bed afterwards.
"What about your sister then?"
"Really got no idea this time around. But your in a good mood master, what happened downstairs?"
"How do you know I was just downstairs?"
"The card is telling me that"
"Bullsnow, you where wrong last week"
"Ah, but not this time eh? I think I am getting better at it"
"No seriously. Your not getting better at it."
"Anyhow master, why are you smiling?"
"Apparently there is a monster who stalked down some Elven Noble, the interesting thing is that it actually managed to do it. Which means it must be worth tracking down and killing."
"I bet 9 stitches if it is what it is"
"Your not helping!"
"Its my job to not be helping. Besides, someone needs to keep you alive when you fall."
"Hmmmp, this shall go better than that trollhunt I tell ya."
"Good luck then."
I sighed and then fell alseep hoping for tomorrow to come quickly.
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