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Post by Snoe on Jun 10, 2017 4:54:08 GMT
Enmel looks at her for a moment with is one observent eye, measuring the words and movements as she eyed the item. She was attempting to put distance between them, keep this a foot from arms length in terms of relationships. Enmel smirked, sure he owed the girl a kindness, but it less friends and more dept, Enmel was practically the girls uncle... and currently her only tie to the outside world. That aside he was a business man that had been ingrained in him for the majority of his life... a very long life so if ever Jyiang became a loss as opposed to a profit, something would have to be done.
Though that wasn’t likely unless the poor girl snapped, though there were a few bounties that Enmel paid out for the sake of the poor idiots chasing after her. At the time she was carrying another crystal worth well over the bounty so it was a win win.
Listening to her speak, he enjoyed watching the young one try to put it to him plainly “Jyiang, my partner... you’re not my friend you’re my investment.” It was a little cold but they both understood those terms “My most profitable and reliable investment, so in that way I may be a bit more sentimental... I’m also old I try not to get terribly attached to anything I’ll outlive.” Nodding to her “So this is still business, and I’ll still be paying you to go and get stuff, the biggest difference is length of time and the amount of items.” Letting that sink in for a moment or two.
“As for the job, it’ll be several.” Pulling a map and showing Jyiang the path with his fingers, pausing at old ruins “There’s a colonization endeavour underway on the eastern continent, I’m getting in on the ground floor because it will be the most lucrative investment since you, so I’m going to need your particular talents in dealing with dangerous wildlife, traversing hard terrain without notice and the procurement of Neth artifacts, from some of the hardest places to get into or to find.” The Thusian, leaned back in his chair “Oh and we leave in two days, I’ll give you the lock-box to play with until then if I don’t hear from you I’ll recall it.” A failsafe for theft, and trial periods that Enmel practiced, a scroll that took him two days to prepare but it was necessary for such important items.
“So what do you think? Feel free to take your time.”
(OOC: we can time skip if needed just let me know if you’re ready to head out on our voyage.)
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Post by Deaths on Jun 13, 2017 6:45:42 GMT
The trolls head is removed easily enough, the last of his group stood more of a chance, but Bryce had long become the apex predator of these woods long ago. Perhaps it was time to move on he had been living in this area for years, the locals were becoming attached at first the gave him a wide berth, but now they would invite him to drinks or give him left over bread from one of the bakeries. "It couldn't be helped" he shrugged, "Saving this town so many times over was bound to make me popular." Well 'Hunter' popular anyway as Bryce never gave his name and very rarely speaks if ever. He enjoyed it this way, these people were good, hard working folk. Accepting him though his heritage has never been exposed and it was best it never was. The baggage his pale blue skin brings with it will lose all admiration he has worked hard to gather.
Grabbing the three troll heads he ties their matted, dirty hair together and slings them over his shoulder. The rain was pounding hard and it was not showing any sign of letting up, the sun had gone down awhile ago and with these monsters killed it was time to turn them in for their bounty. The bounty posting was on the board in the Glass Hammer Tavern, the bar keeper was holding the reward money for these heads and it was time to collect. Bryce had a chest hidden away holding enough coin for a small army soon he use it to hire as many mercenaries as he could, and march north. Attacking weaker Corpa leaders first, crushing their forces and then offering them a choice to join him or die. Violent means were all his people would understand, it was a necessary reality, though the abolitionist among his people will join his cause...hopefully.
Shifting into his tiger stances Bryce channels his magic into himself, the orange glow surrounds him ghostly claws cover his hands and feet. His vision because near perfect the most subtle detail is not lost on him. He sprints through the woods ducking and dodging through the trees, the rain doesn't slow him down he's outside the town walls in moments. Dismissing the tiger he walks through the gates, the two guards stationed wave a friendly greeting. "Hey hunter, haven't seen you in awhile." The guard on the left says with a smile on his face, "Holy hell you killed those trolls already?!" His excitement causes him to shout. A silent nod is his answer as Bryce walks past them and into town.
After a few moments later he walks into the front door of the tavern a few heads turn towards him, there were faces new and old Bryce payed no attention to them as he walks in. In a failing attempt to go unnoticed he walks to the bar standing next to an eye patch wearing Thusian. Ignoring him Bryce places the heads on the bar and extends his hand out demanding his pay, his hands gloved covered in fresh troll blood. "Oh hello Hunter I barely put that request up, I didn't think you'd bring them up this early. Don't worry I have the reward." He drops a coin purse into the gloved hand of the Corpa. "Excuse me Mr. Talon I apologize for interrupting you, but this is the monster hunter I mentioned." He turns his attention back to Bryce. "Hunter you should listen to what Mr. Talon has to say, it would be a lucrative endeavor for you." Bryce's ears perk up he turns to the this 'Mr. Talon' he stands imposing his grey robes cover his entire body his shoes covered in mud, and the red stained gloves are the only color on his person. A pale forehead sits on his black eyebrows, his icy blue eyes stare at the Thusian, as if to say 'Well lets hear it.'
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 14, 2017 13:27:05 GMT
Erik wiped the crimson from his blades as Coranth lumbered towards them. “Let me do the talking Lag, you’re a shit liar.” Erik muttered urgently.
Coranth had come up the hard way making his fortune by starting as a caravan guard and working his way to the top through a unique combination of trustworthiness and ruthlessness. As he got closer Erik sheathed his axes with a twirl doing his best to look casual and unworried. “Hey Cor, you got our money?” He asked with feigned nonchalance. Coranth looked around the area taking in the cargo, the corpses… and the not quite corpses. “Why are some of these double-crossing bastards still alive?” His ominous rumble was like the sound you get as a rockslide is just starting. “Well as it turns out some of them didn’t know the twins had double-crossed you Cor so real-” “SHUT UP ERIK!” The hulking Master yelled his voice like the sound of a rockslide RIGHT ON TOP OF YOU. Erik fought his instinct to go for his axes. Coranth still carried the Morningstar he’d used when fighting bandits and it was a threatening thing to see, a ball of solid steel covered in thick spikes and a shaft the size of a small tree.
“You’re a smart kid but I’ve been lied to by better then you.” Coranth said his voice quieter yet no less threatening. He rounded on Lagnil. “Your conscience got to you again didn’t it tentacle-boy? If it wasn’t for your soft-heart you’d be the best damn merc in town.” Lagnil shrugged his appendages wrapping around his trident. “Maybe but I think I would be less of a good being. In any case the terms of the exchange were that we terminate the twins, retrieve the cargo and ensure the safety of Master Talon, we have not broken our agreement” He replied calmly.
Coranth grunted. “Well can’t argue there but…” He stomped over to an injured Roe Lian. “What’s stopping me from grinding these fucks into pulp?” He put one heavy foot down just to the side of the injured archer’s head causing a loud whimper of fear and a smell of urine. “I think we need to make a new deal.” Coranth said a trader’s smile spreading across his face. “Tell me what did you think of Talon?” He asked. Erik thought back to the “cutey” comment. “He’s a fucking weirdo!” he spat. “But a powerful one.” Lagnil pondered for a while longer. “He is… unpredictable.” The Ikesk finally answered. Coranth nodded. “You’re both right and that’s what worries me. I’ve got a lot riding on this project and I need assurance Talon isn’t gonna screw me.” His face is thoughtful. “I know he’s offered the pair of you a place on his expedition… I want you to take the job but report to me.” He raised a hand to cut off Lagnil who’d half-risen in protest. “Not asking you to dishonour your contract with him Lag, I know how you feel about that, follow his orders but I’m going to have some message scrolls whipped up and you’re going to use them to inform me about everything that happens. In return I’ll spare these poor idiots… I’ll even give ‘em the healing they don’t deserve!” He stomped close to the mercenary again to prove his point. “So… what do you say?” - The next morning Erik was sitting downstairs in the bar Talon was staying in casually flipping one of his axes into the air and catching it trying not to think about the message scrolls in his satchel and the fact that he and Lag were now stuck between two very powerful and dangerous people. Lagnil was sitting opposite him tentacles curled around him, eyes closed in meditation.
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Post by Raz on Jun 14, 2017 19:31:46 GMT
Scorching sunlight, salty sea spray, constant boredom, and violent seasickness. That was what the journey to Olen city had in store for the noble brothers, Calthok and Koa. It was soon after he had received his father's note that it was decided that they will be setting sail as soon as possible. Little did either of them know just what the journey there would mean. The first few days had been the worst part of the trip. Both men were wretching over the side of the ship on a near constant basis. The ceaseless rocking of the boat sent both men's stomachs churning. The only thing they could keep down during those days was some kind of sour tasting grog that the crew provided them. It was foul stuff that almost sent them to the railing anyway. But they managed to get through it after about a week's time on the sea. Though from what the crew said, these weren't even rough seas. No, the rough stuff was deeper out there away from the coast. If just this could put their stomachs in such knots he thought he'd surely have gone mad if he had gone through the rough seas.
What had been steadily threatening to drive him mad was the boredom. There was nothing to do on the ship aside from stand on the deck and get charred by the sun. Koa consoled himself by talking with the sailors despite them being in a lower caste. The trip had been as rough on him as it had been on Cal. The only relief they had were the occasional visits to ports along the way. Cal settled with tasting the local liquor while Koa sampled the more...intimate options available. Calthok thought his brother was beyond foolish for taking such a risk. He'd heard more than a few men talking about how they regret taking a tumble with an infected dove. So far Koa hadn't voiced any complaints but he knew it was only a matter of time before he started. But leaving his brother's life choices alone, he found he quite enjoyed the local flavours. Specifically, a bar owned by a Roe-Lian had something called a candy beer. It was a sweet caramel tasting drink that carried such an unexpected potency that he nearly blacked out after downing a few glasses. Needless to say he bought quite a few to take with him. There was nothing this sweet tasting in Duruma for certain.
Aside from these few pleasant breaks in the monotony there wasn't much that had happened. Towards the third week at sea Cal had been beginning to hope they'd be attacked by pirates when he heard a cry stating they'd spotted Olen in the distance. A few hours later found the brothers standing on the dock. "So, how do we go about looking for this Enmel?" Asked Koa as he stretched. "Well from what mother told us he's someone of importance so we shouldn't have a hard time finding where this man works." After a few hours of the heavily armoured Lomalum questioning locals, they were given directions to his establishment. "Alright, let's see what it is this guy wants from us."
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Post by Alexodia on Jun 23, 2017 0:13:25 GMT
Her jaw locked as Enmel casually outlined his terms and conditions relating to this little expedition of his, the storm raging in Jiaying's mind never quite made it to her eyes. Most every instinct in her body told her to reject his offer and hightail it back to the Jungle, where she knew she's be safe and wouldn't have to deal with any interruptions that she was largely unaccustomed to, although that usually made up for most of her instincts whenever she was away from her home; becoming a self-induced hermit did have its advantages, but being unable to relax in any unfamiliar environment could be construed as just as potent a weakness as a prospective strength. She'd always put off potentially mastering regaining interaction with the outside world, but she'd put it off for so long now. And the motivation just wasn't...there anymore. Before, she had a goal in mind, a purpose to fulfil. Being starkly aware of the fact that she was pretty much just whiling away the time before she died wasn't exactly a comforting notion in the face of such reflection; the fact that she was much more likely to be killed than die of natural causes with the amount of danger she regularly took on didn't help either.
Enmel knew all of this as well, which was why she was, in equal measure, intrigued and concerned about his offer. She didn't like that the Thusian managed to see through her so easily, but he'd seemed like the kind of person to quickly discern secrets from the beginning; he'd been doing this for too long. Some people just had a natural talent for such things. Having one or the other was a pain in the ass; having both in one was downright unnerving. As the Thusian unravelled his map, pointing out his destinations and outlining her prospective role in things, she found herself listening despite herself. Jiaying felt her stomach knot and unknot, her mind clouding with thunder at the prospect of the expedition before a metaphorical sunshine destroyed all of the dark thoughts in a constant limbo as she battled with the idea. Having Enmel in front of her didn't help, either; once she'd made a decision, she tended to stick to it, although if she spend more than usual ruminating on an offer, the past had indicated that she was already more inclined to accept it despite it potentially going against what she'd wanted.
And as much as she would deny admitting it, this time the past was likely to prove her feelings right; almost out of instinct and certainly against her will, she continued to let her mind race on the idea behind her bored exterior. It was just another job; simply a job longer and more dangerous than usual. Nothing she couldn't handle, of course. But for the first time in a long time, she didn't know when she was going to go home. The Jungle wasn't just her home; it was her sanctuary; the one place that she knew, and where she felt most comfortable. As well as being her only connection to her past.
Jiaying wasn't a fool; she recognised that her extreme attachment to her home was a potential weakness, a weakness some had even thought to classify more as a strange type of agoraphobia rather than simple reclusion. And despite the fact that she despised being away from her home, even she couldn't deny the primal stirring inside her at the prospect of danger. It called to her, like a lute would call a musician; even in her youth, it always had. Hunting for Neth crystals in extreme and dangerous environments was one thing, but uncharted territory? Dangerous wildlife and unknown terrain that posed just as much, if not even more danger than the wild assortments of creatures waiting to rip her to shreds? She couldn't, she had to get back to the Jungle. Back home. Yet, as her eyes flitted up to Enmel's expectant gaze, her walls as high up as she could build, something stopped her. And that alone was enough to terrify her. Swiftly twirling her staff in a half-circle to employ a better grip as she swung her legs sideways over the bed, Jiaying pushed off to raise herself to her full height with enough speed to thoroughly startle the unwary compared to the little to no movement she'd exercised not a few seconds ago.
"On the day." Jiaying announced curtly, her slightly sharp tone cutting through the silence as she headed for the door, swinging her staff over her head and positioning it in a diagonal position across her back as before. It may have only been a job, but it was too important for her to agree or disagree on the spot; she needed time. Not just away from the Thusian's prying eyes, but away from everyone; the way it was meant to be. Quickly striding towards the door, she stepped over the satchel she'd brought with her containing the Neth crystal. Which reminded her...
"I'll take that." She spoke up again casually, her airy tone belying her emotions as she reached over to the desk as she strode towards the door, quickly swiping the bag containing her payment of fifty silver pieces as compensation. If she decided to show up, she'd have her money. If she didn't, then he'd get a discount; it wasn't like she'd be doing many more jobs for anyone after a scare like that for a while. You could never been too careful, after all. "Oh, and keep the box." She bit out once more as she pulled the doorknob and headed through the doorway, leaving the Thusian alone in his room. The same principle applied as to the coins, after all; she shows up, she gets her box. She doesn't show up and it wouldn't have been hers anyway.
Finding herself clenching her teeth as she headed down the hallway, her steps more powerful and her expression more thunderous than she would have liked, she made a beeline for the stairs to leave the tavern. She had three days to think about the Thusian's offer; even if it didn't take three days, it would at least give her some space. Plus, now she had at least some coin to buy herself a room someplace. Or, the much more likely option, maybe she'd do it the old-fashioned way and retreat somewhere that nobody would find her. At this point, strangely enough, it didn't matter that much to her.
First order of business, away from here and away from anyone that might distract her. Major decisions tend to do that to you.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 23, 2017 15:38:15 GMT
The next day, Amelia is awake in the early hours of dawn. A quick analysis of the room indicates that nobody made an attempt to enter during the night. Not that she expects the ruffians of Olen to break into a tavern room, but more due to force of habit from her previous years. She prefers to stay in her routine, after all. Her first thoughts go to Alec as she moves to the cot to find him still sleeping in content. It makes Amelia intrigued by a child's innocence, he probably does not remember the past events that happened. From the Corpa's attack to short beatdown of the two hustlers. She envies him for not remembering, blissfully unaware of the hidden chaos and horrors in the world they currently live in, especially the past few days for them both. It is what concerns Amelia as well as envy. Most of her life has been spent living in that darker side, adapted to it and learnt the ways to survive through it. Alec has no idea, not a single clue of what there is coming his way with the discrimination of humans the the Corpa's monstrous traditions that they call an art. It has finally sunk into her mind that she is all he has now and vice versa. His guardian. She needs to keep him safe and as he grows older, teach him how to defend himself and survive.
She looks away from the sleeping child and to her second companion, her trusted sabre still remains inside it's scabbard beside the bed frame. The other half of Amelia's weapon is placed under the pillow, close for protection. She picks them both back up and attached to her waist, the tools she used to gain the attention of one Master Talon. She reminds herself of the bartender's words, that Talon would be here soon for a proposition... She has no other path to go down and right now, Amelia isn't in a position where she can choose. She leaves her feathered tricone hat and long coat in the room as she picks Alec up, being very careful not to disturb his slumber. The child jerks his limbs a little upon being lifted, but soon relaxes again and rests his sleeping head on his Protector's shoulder. The two leave the room together and towards the main room.
As she enters the room, Amelia notices that the tavern is desolate save for the souls of the staff and two patrons, a man sitting down is carelessly throwing an axe up and down in the air while to the opposite of him is an Ikesk, an aquatic and otherwordly humanoid species that are rarely seen on dry lands. It has it's eyes closed and tentacles held close together, looking at peace with it's body and mind. In these hours of the day, the duo clearly aren't here for an early drink, it makes her wonder if these patrons also received an invitation from Talon... As she thinks on this, two others enter the establishment. Two massive Lomallum hunch over to duck under the doorway too small for them, they appear close to royalty among their people, a strange place to find themselves in... She focuses much of her attention on them that she almost misses the petite barmaid strolling up to her. Through her accent and fast paced tone, the young woman offers to look after Alec until the business with Talon is over and done with once he arrives. Amelia as always, is on guard as reflex. She holds Alec close and just eyes the barmaid warily and after a few passing seconds, discovers that the maid's intentions are nothing malicious. A meeting with the establishment's owner, whom she still suspects to be involved in some of the more shadier sides of business, is not suited for a child. A few more seconds go by until the taller woman slowly and wordlessly exchanges sleepy Alec into the shorter woman's arms. With a reassuring smile and a nod, the maid turns to and leaves with Alec but remains in sight of Amelia to show that he is still in safe hands. Wise move, Amelia muses. She stands by the counter and near the table of the axeman and the Ikesk, remaining in perfect military posture with one hand resting on her sabre as always.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 23, 2017 22:44:54 GMT
Erik watched the newcomer with challenging eyes. He was tired and annoyed and something about her bearing seemed like a challenge to him. He tries to ignore her, Talon probably wouldn't appreciate them getting in a fight and Lag would give him an earful, but it nags at him; she's too confident like she could beat anyone in the room including him. Erik would grant that some people were better at fighting then him, he was never quite sure whether or not Lag could beat him as the Ikesk refused to answer Erik's challenges, but he'd also say he hadn't met any of them yet. "Oy fancy lady! The brat yours?" He asks mockingly. "Where's his da? Run off with someone younger and prettier?" He needles trying to get a rise.
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Jun 24, 2017 8:04:53 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 24, 2017 8:04:53 GMT
Amelia moves her head slightly in the direction of the voice so she can sideglance the one it belongs to. The Axeman is speaking her, his eyes blaze with an unchained savagery and hidden fury. Like a feral animal on the verge of a rampage. The look in his face is one she has seen many times on many swordsmen and soldiers, a desire to challenge her in combat. It was expected in Darmantine due to her masterful way with the sabre, duels were common and it was always for sport. This axeman however, knows nothing of her abilities and a dangerous ego in his head. She does not have time for petty challenges, especially with a madman.
She turns back to face the bar, his words doing nothing and her posture never changing. Her hand still remains on her sabre and senses always remain on high alert. She doubts ignoring him will pacify his building aggression, but she's also killed far worse men and women than he with ease. She has nothing to be too worried about.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 24, 2017 8:45:41 GMT
Erik's teeth grind together, there's nothing he hates more then being ignored. He looks over to Lag the Ikesk is still deep in meditation good that'd mean he wouldn't get in the way. "Can you actually use that sword woman? Or is it just a really large sowing needle?" Erik taunts, his mother would have given him a smack for that one. "Don't worry I'm sure there's a brothel round here that'll take in even someone like you, the kid'll probably learn some things." He says with a smirk at the little runt in the maid's arms. "Or are you gonna prove me wrong?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 24, 2017 9:14:49 GMT
Amelia's prediction was correct. He wants to challenge her but he is doing it in the worst way possible. Trying to draw blood from a stone would be an easier task than creating a spark of anger inside of the swordswoman with petty insults. He can talk ill about her all she wants as long as he does not approach Alec. The man is extremely unstable, a man that succumbed to his bloodlust and only feels fulfillment from challenging anybody equipped with a weapon to boost his violent ego. She does not have any intent of fueling it, a waste of her time and energy.
"I have nothing to prove to you." She speaks without looking at him. "I have nothing to prove to anybody. You challenge me to satisfy your violent pleasure and boost your fragile ego. A soldier never fights for such petty reasons, I shall take no part." She speaks in a calm and disciplined manner, none of her words were made as insults but stating fact. However, this madman will not let it go so easily. She is sure of that.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 24, 2017 9:36:09 GMT
Erik growls. "Think you're better then me do you?!" He yells standing up suddenly and violently kicking his chair out of the way. His axes are in his hands as he turns to face her. "Draw your sword bitch!" He snarled his face twisting with blood-lust. "Or I'll cut you down where you stand!" Lanil's eyes opened slowly taking in the scene in front of him. "Erik..." He said in attempt to calm the axe-man down. "This ain't you business Lag!" Erik spat. "This is between me and her!"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 24, 2017 10:00:45 GMT
Amelia calmly faces towards the madman, who is proving every single one of her points. Her hand that was lightly resting on her sabre now grips the handle, ready to drawn in a split second. "If I draw my sword..." She speaks in her usual calm tone, but there's now a firm force behind it. Her eyes lock onto his and the fire begins to burn within her soul, pleading with their creator of be released like it was back in the castle. She holds it back for now. Burning down the tavern because she wasted it on a maniac is the last thing anybody wants.
"I use it kill." She states as fact, not a threat. This one has no idea of her capabilities nor his severe disadvantage against a seasoned Captain, he does not stand on even a hope of survival. She also takes in account this might be one of Talon's recruits, killing him will probably destroy her opportunity. If he persists, she will leave him a warning... They all get one warning.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 24, 2017 10:24:42 GMT
Erik lets out a roar of animal fury and charges her leaping off the table and bringing his axes down towards her neck from either side. How dare she think she could kill him! He was strong now not like... not like back then! Flashes; Corpa ripping through the clansmen, his father falling with a blade through his heart, Erik running so afraid, running from the monsters leaving the others to their fates.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 24, 2017 11:15:38 GMT
Foolish... Amelia muses to herself as she watches the crazed boy leap towards her and swings with the intent of decapitation. She swiftly detaches her scabbard from her belt as he closes the distance. She wasn't telling a lie when she said her blade is used to kill when drawn, so she will beat the hell out of him while her sabre remains undrawn. His warning.
At the last moment Amelia swiftly backsteps, blinking would have caused you to miss it. The two axes clash with the sparks of steel meeting steel, but her opponent does not have time to pull them back and ready another strike. During her backsteps, she moves the sabre in the place where her neck was seconds ago and moves into the hook space of both axes. The madman reacts without thinking and tries to pull his weapons away, not realising that with the sheathed sabre tangled into the axes, they won't budge. His mistake becomes Amelia's advantage. As he pulls, so does she by twisting her body into a strong spin. The momentum, stronger force on Amelia's side and the hooking technique effectively yanks the axes out of her opponent's hands. They fly off the scabbard across the room halfway into the spin. They clatter onto a nearby table, noise filling the once silent tavern. Upon completing the full spin, Amelia uses the rest of her momentum to slash her weapon into his ribs. What could have cut into his flesh and sprayed blood was pacified by the scabbard and in it's place is a hard blunt force, almost enough to fracture bone. The madman bends from the hit, his nose meets Amelia's free hand that is balled into a strong fist. He is flung onto his back that shakes the wooden floors, blood leaks from his nose which may or may not be broken. The whole 'fight' lasted no longer than ten seconds.
She is not surprised to see the maniac try to rise to his feet, blinded by his rage that this fight is over. She stops him short with her boot on his chest, forcing him back down holding in place despite his squirms. She leans towards him while attaching her scabbard back on her belt. "I told you. I shall not take part in this, but if you force my hand again, my weapon will be drawn." She warns, making it very clear this is no empty promise. Lifting her boot off of him and moving towards where the axes landed, she picks them up and tosses them to his feet. "Never fight in anger. It makes your mind clouded." She speaks one rule of her code, more to herself than her opponent. He's an example as to why she never does it, you show weakness. She takes her place back at the other end of the counter and away from the defeated man. The maid and bartender are left astonished by the display but say nothing. What is done is done, they know this and hopefully he shall too.
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Post by Raz on Jun 24, 2017 13:20:26 GMT
The brothers finally managed to find the place they were looking for. They hadn't expected for it to take as long as it did to find this tavern. Calthok chalked it up to these people no knowing how to build an orderly city. Koa echoed his sentiments. The roads winded back and forth seemingly at random with no logical thought behind it. Buildings sprung up of varying shapes and sizes, some lavish, others decrepit. It gave Cal a headache, how these people can happily live with such disorderly chaos is beyond him. Even the people in the slums of his home had some kind of reason behind their architecture. But not here. Both lomalum had received their fair share of looks. It seems these people don't often see battle ready lomalum in full kit. Their armour shined in the sunlight warming them both. To other creatures this would be debilitating but to cold blooded creatures such as them it was paradise. To add to the oddity of their attire both brothers carry quite hefty packs with the needed supplies and personal belongings. To the uninformed the appeared almost like beasts of burden. To Cal and Koa though this wasn't much different from their time at the border. Each had spent their fair share as runners.
"I believe this is the place." Koa said indicating one of the numerous taverns that they had passed. Cal glanced over at him with skepticism, "Are you sure? I can hardly tell these blasted places apart from the countless other taverns." Koa shrugged, "Its the place that fisherman suggested we try. If not we can keep looking elsewhere. Besides, a drink would do us good. " Cal couldn't fault him there. He'd been eager to see what they had on offer here, especially in a place so full of humans. If there is one thing that the other races can agree on about humans aside from despising them, it's that they make good alcohol. Even the corpa can admit that and they look at humans like they're pigs. With that the duo head inside the tavern. Cal catches one of the patrons, a human female watch him as he has to duck down to get inside the door. He wrote it off as just another curious onlooker
Much to their mutual surprise, this place was pretty empty aside from an odd gaggle of patrons that weren't drinking. "How strange," Cal thought. "Do you seeing that Talon fellow?" Koa asks as he glances around the room. Cal does a quick check and shakes his head. "No, our host seems to be missing. Though," His eyes narrow as he glares at the Ikesk. A detestable creature known for its avarice. They have been aiding the corpa for years. "I do see trouble." He muttered. Koa nods, "So do I, but I don't think it's coming from the squid." He nods his head toward the two humans beginning to argue. "There will be a fight soon." Just as he says that the two humans come to blows with the female easily showing that she is the better skilled of the two. The male is knocked on his area in seconds. "Excuse me brother." Cal mentions and steps over to the female after slinging down his pack next to Koa. Walks over and leans against the counter, not wanting to break the stool. He looks to the bartender, "Give me the finest ale you have." With his enormous fingers he places a gold coin nearly as wide as one of the mugs. "That was an impressive display." He says to the human beside him.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 24, 2017 15:34:05 GMT
Erik tries to stand to his feet snorting blood from his nose and reaching for his axes. HE WAS GOING TO FUCKI- Lagnil's tentacles wrapped around Erik's arms preventing him from touching his weapons. "Erik once again your temper has led you to initiate unfair exchanges." Lagnil intones disappointment in his black eyes. Erik stared at his partner for a second straining against the tentacles then gave up the anger draining from him. "You can let go Lag." He grunted. The Ikesk watched him for a second then removed his tentacles allowing Erik to pick up and sheath his weapons. The Ikesk turned and bowed to the female. "I apologise on behalf of my partner and thank you for sparing his life, if I can offer recompense to make the transaction more equitable we can begin negotiations?" He said tonelessly. Erik muttered curse words under his breath as he glared holes in the woman who beat him. Two newcomers hd entered the bar and Erik noticed the dirty looks one of them throws at Lagnil Erik's eyes narrowing in turn, if they tried something with Lag he'd make them regret it.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 24, 2017 18:26:56 GMT
Amelia hears the Lomallum attempt small talk with her while she watches the madman warily as he tries to struggle to get up, fingers curling around the hilt of her sabre and about to keep her word for the promise she made. The Ikesk then wraps around it's tentacles as restraints, she is sure it will convince it's companion to not go down the path that will lead to inevitable death... She then faces gives her attention to the Lomallum and his comment about the little scene she just created. She did not want to escalate the situation but the axeman would not be deterred, so she quickly took him down with minimal damage to her surroundings. But it seems a bar fight, even a very short one, was bound to catch some sort of attention...
"It was just self-defence." She states simply to him, her Darmantine accent is quite clear in her words. Many speculate that Darmantine accent sound similar to the pre-collapse country of France and their people, maybe even descendants. It is a shame that the truth is probably lost in time now... It is after she answers to the Lomallum that the Ikesk approaches to two and bows in an apologetic manner, for it's companion's reckless actions Amelia guesses. It speaks of repaying for the sparing of his life, much like a merchant would speak. They are well known traders after all... "You do need to recompense me. He stays away from the child and myself and he lives. It is simple." She says rather bluntly, but the passion of protecting baby Alec is clear. She is rather baffled that the axeman mistakenly thought she was Alec's mother, the two do not have similar appearance. Amelia's features are sharp while Alec's are more rounded, like his mother... Her thoughts go back to her former friend in Darmantine... Their conversations during the swordwoman's healing, the time she watched over her and her husband during ceremonies... And the time Amelia failed to protect her, her final words.
Keep him safe.
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Post by Raz on Jun 25, 2017 3:23:12 GMT
The bartender reaches to take the coin yet when he does so his eyes nearly bulge out of his head. The sight was rather comical seeing the fair skinned, red haired man with his curly waxed moustache gasp in surprise. "Eh, sir, this is far too much for one drink." Cal looked up at the man as he was still leaning against the counter. "It's not just for the one drink. It's for that one and any others I order from this establishment." The human looks confused second. He looks at Cal skeptically before he nods and puts the coin in his money box. "O-okay sir. Anything for your compatriot?" It was Cal's turn to nod, "Yes, something hot. Coffee I believe it's called. A large mug of that will do fine. He's grown rather fond of it as of late." The man murmurs, "I see. Well your drinks are coming right up." With that the man begins rushing about for glasses and coffee ingredients. With that settled he turned his gaze back to the human beside him.
"So it was. Still it was impressive the speed with which you were able to dispatch him and without severely harming him." He said looking over at the man grumbling beside his sea monster. He was still very much alive with only his pride mortally wounded. He looks back to Amelia, "Most people I've seen with your speed don't leave their foes alive. I'm surprised you did to be honest." The bartender approaches with his drink. "After all Damartine soldier's aren't necessarily known for their mercy, at least to Corpa." He takes a large gulp of the drink. The alcohol wasn't good but it certainly wasn't bad either. It will suffice, he decided. He sets the pewter mug down. "For what it is worth, you have my sympathies." His deep voice rumbled. "I was fond of your people. Perhaps if our nation's we're situated differently we could have fought against the vermin together." He shrugged his shoulders as if say, if only. "My name is Calthok of house Urool. What do they call you, warrior?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 25, 2017 9:32:07 GMT
Amelia lets the Lomallum talk on about her merciful action, Darmantine Soldiers and giving his sympathy for the fall of her homelands. She doesn't necessarily respond to any of these comments, she isn't at all socialable and usually she just listens rather than speaking... But he has implied her actions moments ago in the wrong way. She isn't known for mercy and she sure as hell does not give it out. She didn't spare him because of that, but because this person maybe another Talon wants to recruit and her cutting his head off won't be good for her chances of getting in on this work, which she desperately needs. If that wasn't the case, he would be dead in a pool of his own blood. Darmantine Soldiers and herself aren't known for their mercy indeed... Leaving an opponent alive could be the same one that puts a knife through your stomach or an arrow into your chest the next day of battle. There's no place for honour on the battlegrounds, so being an honourable warrior in them is wasted effort.
The Lomallum seems to like talking... A lot... He moves from one subject to the next smoothly, but leaves some room in between incase Amelia would like to respond. She doesn't take it, and he carries on. She turns her head slightly to look at the maid and Alec, he is awake now and being fed, maybe the noise of the skirmish woke him up... Judging by the cutesy noises and babbles she is making, the maid seems very good with children, perhaps even having some of her own... Amelia envies her that the maid makes it look so natural and instantly gain Alec's approval. How in the hell am I going to raise a child?... She thinks to herself at the sight, she's no mother material. She's usually better at ending lives over maintaining ones, it's going to be a difficult challenge for sure... But she will try.
She hears the Lomallum know making introductions, calling himself Cal, and asks of her own name. She turns back to address him. "Amelia Athuement." She leaves the titles 'Lady' or 'Captain' absent, as they carry no more weight outside Darmantine now it is gone. Alec isn't even counted as royalty anymore, he's just any other young boy now. The two are just like any other civilian now.
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Post by Deaths on Jun 28, 2017 7:20:35 GMT
Bryce stood imposing as the Thusian, gave his sales pitch. Mr. Talon seemed unperturbed by Bryce, that was a good sign, men who were scared of their subordinates couldn't lead anyone to lunch let alone the danger that was ahead of them. A single nod was Hunter's response, the deal seemed good the money was more than what he needed to buy his mercenary company. This last job was all he needed to fulfill the first part of his plan. Bryce took his usual room upstairs and went to bed, he had a few days until the departure so mediation and basic training will fill his days.
The following morning Bryce was up before the sun could break, he was outside beginning his regiment. The ground still wet from the mix of rain and morning dew, was slick causing him to concentrate more on his footing. Normally he'd practice out of town on his own, but he'd lose too much time walking through town and decided behind the tavern would be best. He inhales slowly closing his eyes as he begins. Raising his arms to his sides with his palms facing out he begins. "White crane spreads it's wings" He thinks to himself as he slowly and fluidly moves his body. "Brush knee, push; repeat." His mind goes through the steps his teacher enforced through his early years of training. "Repulse monkey, single whip, right heel kick." His thoughts lose his voice and gain his instructors, "Carry the tiger over the mountain, turn, left heel kick, snake creeps through the grass!" Master's words yell out Bryce's focus is perfect, his breathing syncing up to the poses, he's done this for nearly eighty years there are no mistakes or slip ups in his form.
"Right back fist! Left back fist! Turn!" The commands keep pouring out, but Bryce enjoys the discipline; the structure of his upbringing are what everyone needs. "Master yourself, master your enemy." His Sifu's favorite saying rang true to this day, one could never defeat their enemy if they were full of self doubt of fear. "Cross fist! Close! Start again!" For the next few hours Bryce continues his dance, his eyes closed he easily and deftly moves around any who get in his way, ignoring any attempts to talk to him Bryce keeps up his meditation. The morning sun beats on his face signalling an end to his training, he walks into the back of the tavern seeing what looks like to be the end of a fight of some kind.
A human woman seems to have subdued the rambunctious child, who was now detained by a Ikesk who doesn't intend to cause him harm. Two Lomallum have joined the bar, one of them talking to the human female. A barmaid coddles a small child, none of this mattered as Bryce moved next to the Lomallum sitting at the bar to order his morning tea. Even through he hates his government he was still trained in proper etiquette, he stands his posture straight, his left arm rest behind his back, as he raises his right hand towards the Lomallum. "Excuse me." His voice clear his pronunciation perfect, his voice was light and delightful which is humors coming from a man of his stature. His grey robes had a bit of water on the gloves, sleeves, and shoes. The smell of grass lightly lingers on him, if you didn't know any better he seemed like a homeless man pretending to be a noble.
"Hunter? Is that what you sound like?" The bartender ask taken aback. "I've known you for years now and you've never said more than 'yes' or 'no' to me." As if he had seen a dragon give birth to an ogre, the bar keep's eyes are wide open. "I take it you want your usual now? I saw you prancing about at back, hell if it makes me as strong as you I might take up prancing." He chuckles as he pours the tea and brings it over.
"My 'prancing' helps steady my mind, it allows me to see things that others do not." He speaks plainly and calmly his voice still pleasant. "It's what allows me to use my power so precise, something the..." His voice trails off for a moment. "Child should learn." His eyes meet Erik's when the word child escapes his lips. "I may have missed the fight, and the boy should be happy, I would have removed his head and be done with it." His speech continues to be perfect, he sips politely from his tea cup, pinky out of course.
"Yeah well the man can be a bit heated..." The bartender comes to Eriks defense a little, as an attempt to keep everything relatively calm.
"Indeed," He answers the bartender before turning his head towards the Lomallum next to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you sir Calthok, I am known as 'Hunter' in these parts." He bows politely at the Lomallum. "And a pleasure to meet you as well Lady Athuement." He adds another bow to her keeping his face wrap on careful not to reveal his heritage. "I do apologize for eavesdropping onto your conversation, and my condolences Lady Atheument. I will not pretend to understand what you went through, but I hope you and your young ward find better days ahead." He looks back at his tea allowing some silent reflection on his words.
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Post by Snoe on Jul 4, 2017 19:42:04 GMT
Talon had gone unnoticed this entire time, sitting in the back booth with a book, last nights meeting with Jyiang going as expected. Though whether she actually joined in on this endeavour was hard to say to be honest with himself. That woman was always a gamble one way or another though he had a reasonable idea of what was the ‘likely’ outcome.
This group he’d gathered were rather spirited by the looks of it. Hopefully Amelia wouldn’t end up killing Erik for the time being, she was high strung, but considering recent events that was the natural response. The child may be a bit of an issue but arrangements could be made to accommodate her needs in that arena.
The Thusian was content to watch the scene, and those that entered the bar. It was a shame that the old Lomalum wasn’t the one striding through those doors, but his boys seemed a capable pair. Their father was one of the Thusians few true friends... it was a shame.
The action settling down Talon set down his book and leaned back in his chair “Best not be spilling blood in my tavern, its bad for business.” He smirked that phase was as much an introduction as a warning. The one-eyed Thusian grinning all the while “Thanks for coming by the way, first drink is free and do feel free to have something to eat, its early and I’m a strong believer in doing business on a full stomach.” Hungry people were always harder to deal with no matter what the circumstances, and they seemed to need a moment or two to cool off.
“Amelia, Erik, Lanil, Hunter, Cal and Koa welcome to Olen, and if you haven’t guessed it already I’m Enmel Talon its a pleasure.” Nodding politely to the group “I’m looking to hire a personal group of soldiers for this expedition, but we’ll be doing something other than the typical guarding the civilians along the way, and the pay will be much better than your standard fee and I’m willing to negotiate special terms, consider it high risk high reward... but eat first then one at a time come talk with me, unless you’re not interested then just eat and thanks for your time.” Enmel’s own meal conveniently delivered to him the moment he was done talking.
(OOC: you don’t have to wait for the other’s meeting to be over, I’ll respond to all the meetings in one post as if they happened separately it’ll be more efficient if we bend time a little lol)
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 4, 2017 21:29:16 GMT
Amelia looks to the new guest who arrived at the counter, wrapped up in robes, including the face. She can tell by the way he speaks that he is well mannered and polite, but not much of a socialite. Something feels... Off about him however, Amelia can feel it in her gut. A feeling that has rarely been wrong. Those face wraps are not just for show, quite the opposite in fact. He's hiding something from the rest of them, something that she is guessing he does not want revealing... Though she looks past it for now, she makes sure to be wary of him, just in case. She nods slightly to his condolences for her fallen homelands in appreciation. Not that it will do any good now, but it was a thoughtful gesture nonetheless.
A new voice joins the conversation, it is light hearted and very laidback tone. She turns her head to see a Thusian that she hasn't seen upon arrival, that bothers Amelia. Her senses are sharp as her sabre that only honed through her time and experience, so this one finding a way to evade them makes her take him very seriously. Though appearing harmless and weak, Amelia knows that there is a hidden threat behind that facade. So this is Talon, who also witnessed her incapitation of the axeman, taking heed of his subtle warning given out. She listens intently as he makes his speech to them all, taking particular interest in special terms... This is something she would like to discuss. Not for herself, but for baby Alec. It is nothing outrageous, just that he is kept safe, fed and out of danger. The third will be difficult to keep, since Talon is employing elites over common guard. Danger is guaranteed, but she will be trying her hardest to keep him safely away from the most of it.
While the maid feeds Alec, Amelia eats a simple meal that will keep her sustained for a good few hours. Once she sees an opportunity at his table and paying what little gold she has on her for the meal, she makes her way to Talon's table to converse about this job. As she sits, she begins to speak "First of all, I apologise for any disturbance I made when dealing with the axeman. I wanted to deal with him swiftly without killing him." She explains, though it probably was not needed since he saw the whole thing. "The job. What is the goal of it all, what will be encountered along the way and the possible obstacles that there will be?" She asks straight to the point, her military side is showing through her words. She isn't one for fancy speeches to entice her, she just wants facts. "What I bring to you is my experience in combat strategy, techniques and array of skills including my swords, magic, observation and a will to make choices that others cannot make." She lays all the basics out to him and is ready to hear his response before she asks for her terms for Alec. This is the interview, terms and requests come after if Talon likes what she has offered.
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Post by Raz on Jul 6, 2017 0:39:12 GMT
"Amelia Athuement." Cal says slowly, feeling out the syllables of the word. It was a foreign sounding name to his ears but so we're most human names. It was possible that was part of the reason he enjoyed speaking with them so much. They were a departure from the normal Lomalum he'd come to know. "Athuement, I feel as though I've heard that name before." He says trying to recall a now long forgotten conversation he'd had with a Damarantine noble. Vaguely he remembered this noble speaking highly of her as a warrior of near unsurpassed skill. Calthok had thought the noble a braggart for his country's military, however, after such an efficient neutralization of the axeman he was inclined to give the assertion some consideration. However, what didn't seem to make itself abundantly clear was the purpose of the child with her, he meant to ask when another guest sauntered into the tavern.
Koa had been watching the door from his position with their supplies. It was the way things worked when they went somewhere new. Sometimes Cal would watch, sometimes Koa, but always one would be watching for trouble while the other did as they wished. And it seems trouble may have just stepped inside the building. Koa crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the bandaged figure stepping up to Cal. Either he was a survivor of severe burns or he was hiding something. Cal glanced over to the man and couldn't help but feel a strong but unfounded concern about this newcomer. Still, Cal had to act respectable. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Hunter." Calthok glanced around at the assembled cast of interesting characters before looking back to Hunter with an amused look in his eye. "This is quite that gathering. Now just a matter of waiting for my contact to appear. I was told this was his establishment." As he spoke a new voice spoke up. Both Koa and Calthok turned to spy the Thusian.
"Ah, there they are. Apologies, I must go speak with my associate." As one the brothers move away from their positions on the bar and against the wall. As they approach Koa nods to their employers, "So you are Enmel Talon. Our father spoke highly of you in his letter. As you already know Calthok and I are here to assist you in this quest that you have asked of our father." Calthok sighed and nodded along, "Father would've wanted to come to stand by your side for this adventure, he did not forget his friends. But he took ill when your letter reached him. He passed away just a few weeks ago. We know it is not as you had wanted but we are here in his stead." Cal reached into a pouch at his side and withdrew a medallion. It was silver and had no ruler printed on it, nor country of origin. It did have a small image of a group of adventurers on one side, among them was a Thusian and a Lomalum. On the other side was a strange symbol and an inscription he could not read.
He set the medallion down gently in front of Enmel, "Mother said Father wanted us to return this to you when we met. He wanted us to tell you that even in the end, he remembered." Cal's voice is steadfast but his eyes lay softly on the Thusian. From what he gathered, they were close friends. "So in our father's name we stand ready to aid you in this task." Said Koa, "I also wanted to give you our thanks as well as my house's. Father told us before all this that none of this would've been possible without a certain Thusian's aid."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jul 25, 2017 18:18:59 GMT
Lagnil turned calmly to face Talon his outward tranquillity not betraying his surprise at how he had failed to notice their prospective employer. "Erik and I bring our combat abilities however if you were hoping for my help with sea travel I fear I would do be able to do little more than navigate as I am forbade to touch the deep-waters by my kin." He offered no explanation as to why. "As for our rate... I'm sure we can come to an equitable agreement."
(OOC: No idea how much is a lot in Mord currency)
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Post by jackygirl on Jul 26, 2017 17:47:41 GMT
Erik was sulking on his table fiddling with his axes and watching everyone but his ears pricked up when Lag mentioned the pay, Lag could negotiate the teeth from a Corpa.
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Post by Deaths on Jul 30, 2017 3:31:16 GMT
Hunter stretches his arms as he stands from his spot at the bar, he declined the free food offered by his potential new employer. He walks towards the table, stopping to meet eyes with 'Mr. Talon'. He bows politely and slips a note, he then turns on a dime and walks out the bar, now it was time to prepare he had lots to go over and only a few days to prepare.
Dear Mr. Talon,
My name is Bryce Latante, normally I'd conduct business in person; but there are a lot of wondering eyes and listening ears in this establishment. I have many skills in the ways of combat, from leadership to front line fighting. If you need something more personal, I can offer my service as a bodyguard. I can also hunt down and bring anyone or anything back dead or alive. I have one condition besides the pay of course. I require a separate room, whenever possible; as I value my privacy.
-Bryce Latante
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Post by Snoe on Aug 9, 2017 3:57:25 GMT
Enmel relaxed as his meetings began, and one by one he spoke to them getting a better feel for his would be employees. It wasn’t a hard thing to do but one must be careful in whom they hire lest he wind up in a dying in a ditch without knowing why. Enmel came close ONCE in his youth... and that wasn’t about to be repeated. The old ache in place of the eye lost to that mistake was enough of a reminder.
First to comme to his table was the lady knight, her charge laid in the care of one of the bar maids. Talon’s servants were good people, well taken care of and ultimately loyal. “You needn’t apologize milady, you were within your right to react and I applaude your restraint.” Enmel showing the knight due respect, she would be valuable in terms of experience and sheer skill, his eye looking over her in fine detail and soaking up her words and mannerisms.
Picking his answer carefully Enmel leans in on his elbows “The job I feel is best suited to you, considering your obvious experience in leadership will by me second in command of this group of elites, there will be times I wont be around to keep everyone on track so I propose you be my squad commander.” Enmel put it plainly “Although if you’re not comfortable with that I do have another in mind for the position.” Namely the elder Lomalum brother, Enmel cast a glace toward.
“That is the ‘specific’ job, but in the larger picture, we will be accompanying the colonists to the Eastern continent, there’s a perfect valley for a new colony with easy access to Neth-crystal deposits and agriculture, not to mention its easily to defend.” Enmel laid it out plainly but that part was common knowledge “What’s not known is our path and planned camps along the way coincide with ruins and we will be paying them visits... I have a vested interest in acquiring specific items, but if you discover anything else of interest lay your claim to it, you can keep what you find or sell it to me.”
It was pretty straight forward, though there was a little more something he made no hint or tell toward this endgame “AS you may know, the old ruins ‘anywhere’ are dangerous places, thusly I need capable help.” Talon paused to think about the possible ‘obstacles’ “Well, on the way their will definitely be bandits and beasts, but I have a few reported sightings of Sorrows along the way... luckily its not any of the big five.” Almost everyone knew the legends, there were five very well known Sorrows that have at one time or another travelled between continents. The Black Knight, Sanguine the bloody Angel, Nyshia the Empress of Bone, Hackle the Beast and Loce Prince of Decay. Monsters far beyond those small mindless sorrows, though the Black Knight would be very useful considering its penchant for defending those without hope.
“So Amelia. What do you think? Will you be my second?”
Next was....
Enmel greeted the brothers with an understanding nod “My condolences gentlmen, your father was a good man and a close friend, he’ll be missed.” Taking the medallion and remembering that journey so vividly, his hand lingering over his eyepatch “Your father dragged me out of a ditch when he was a boy... yes I’m old.” Enmel hinted at his age, though it didn’t show in his behaviour “I owed him my life, and I made it up to him with a job... alot like this one.” Talon added an enticing fact “Your father was well liked, it served him well... most of these people are gone.”
“Anyway, I am happy to have you both... and deeply honoured. That said I wont be asking you to do this for free, I offer you the same deal as your father.” Enmel spoke professionally and explained the ruin exploration and the colony as he did with Amelia before ending with the ‘deal’ in question “Equal rights to what we find and I will renew the Ershen mine contract with your house.” The boys would know that the Ershen mine was a mountain top colony within Thusian territory, Enmel secured the rights to the mine as a gift to their father “I owed him my life and I repayed him with the rights to 70% percent of the haul from Ershen.” The metals from that mine fueled a staggering 20% of all Lomalum mineral trade, but the real value of the mine was a ruin beneath the maze of tunnels an artifact that generated and grew Neth-crystals, small but valuable gems and that core was the only one of its kind; a Djinn cage. BUT that was a secret only Talon and their father knew, until this moment in hushed words Talon explained it to them.
“So do you accept?”
Next....
Lagnil and Erik... crude but effective team. They were going to be useful every team needed blunt instruments like Erik. Lagnil served as a leash and was likely effective in his own right; an Ikesk can go places no one else can with their malleable form and sharp minds. Enmel described the job to them as he did with the others. The ruins and the path to the colony before moving onto their payment “Your pay will be 100 silver a week for standard mercenary work, within the ruins I’m willing to buy any artifacts you come across for fair price... or you you can try to sell them yourself but not that there are specific items I’m seeking in these ruins and those are not part of that deal.”
Enmel made himself very clear on this so there wasn’t any misunderstandings. “So do we have a deal?”
next...
The Corpa’s note was well accepted. There was no way that Hunter could hide that from the Thusian, the way he moved and the subtle smell were hard to notice by anyone that wasn’t used to seeing them. Talon had spent time inside Corpan boarders before, though it was always at great risk and something he never shared. BUT that said having one on his side would prove exceptionally useful in the eventuality of ‘raid’.
Enmel would send his offer along the usual channels.
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Post by Raz on Aug 9, 2017 17:10:31 GMT
At the mention of a reward Cal's eyes lit up in surprise whereas Koa's lit with excitement. "To be perfectly honest we'd come here as a last wish of our father. A matter of honor you could say. We'd not expected much in the terms of compensation." Koa was quick to jump in not wanting his brother to foolishly throw away an opportunity to maintain their families wealth for a generation. "But we'll accept your reward happily. Forgive Cal, he can lead a cohort and fight with the best the lomalum have to offer but," He shoots Cal a scathing look that says, "Don't fuck this up." Before returning his gaze to the Thusian, "He often thinks honor can feed bellies" Cal ignored his brother and leaned closer to their employer. "And my brothers mouth is faster than his mind. Before I was interrupted I was going to say that while we'd not expected much we will absolutely take this contract and it's reward." His smile was wide as he looked to Enmel with something akin to fascination. This Enmel held an enormous sway in the city and could likely hire a team of anyone that he wanted. So the fact that he was giving his friend's children this opportunity made a rather strong impression on him. Besides, this was a fantastic opportunity that was being offered to them. While they would be able to ensure that they would receive large amounts of personal wealth and glory, it would also ensure that their family's fortune does not evaporate. That was the main thing that Cal had picked up on. Enmel was offering his friend's sons a way of securing their family's future if they succeed. But he'd have them at his complete mercy if they didn't succeed or if they refused. This Enmel was shrewd yet not dishonorable, Calthok could appreciate that. So after a moments contemplation he stood and gave the only answer he was ever going to give. "We accept. Simply tell us when we are to set out and we'll get going."
After the meeting the brothers gathered their things from the corner that none had dared even go near. Their packs were enormous and combined with the Lomalum's weapons and armour a normal human would be crushed under the weight. Yet for them it was hardly even a hindrance. "Say Koa, I do believe that we're finished with our business for the day." Koa looked to his brother with a sly grin already seeing what he was getting at. "Yes, it seems we are. It also appears that we'll be setting off soon for a new adventure. One hopefully without any sea travel." He says with a shiver thinking of all their lunches that fed the fish on their way here. "You know, Corathion would be ashamed of us if we didn't keep with tradition." For the first time in a long time Calthok laughed, "So he would little brother, so he would." Koa had been speaking of their old "instructor" when they first went to the border. He taught them all the dirty and gritty parts of soldier life that they never teach new recruits and one such tradition of his was to get plastered the night before a battle. This seemed fitting enough. So Calthok grabbed his mug and raised his voice a bit so that his new comrades heard him, "Where I come from it is customary to celebrate the night before a battle. Seeing as how we're likely not to have time to celebrate in the field I feel now would do. Anyone care to join us?"
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jackygirl
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Post by jackygirl on Aug 30, 2017 15:46:53 GMT
Lanil nodded. "The exchange is fair..." Erik grimaced as he saw the guilt flick across Lag's normally composed face. Shit he was going to spill the beans about their side-deal! "However-" "We want the first week in advance!" Erik cut off Lag shooting the Ikesk a warning look. "I've got some debts to pay back around town before we set off and it's always nice to have some spending money." It wasn't a lie really Erik did owe a bunch of money in fines for property damage from all the fights he got into, then there was the money he owed for his leather armour, the money he owed for his drinking tab, etc... 100 silvers (minus drinking money) wouldn't cover anywhere near all of it but at least he didn't have to pay rent living as he did with Lag in the squid-man's house.
"Damn straight!" Erik yelled hopping over to join the Lomalum's adding extra swagger to show he wasn't intimidated by their size and massive weaponry and making a point not to look at Amelia. "You're big fucks aren't you?" He grinned taking a seat with his feet on the table and calling the barmaid over for mead. "I hear your kind are good Corpa killers." He said taking a swig. "Not as good as me of course but ok."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Aug 31, 2017 14:41:10 GMT
Amelia listens to the one-eyed Thusian as he lays out the details for the job. A journey set out to create a colony for all species, but the one in front of her speaks the words with subtle passion. He speaks as if he wants not a colony, but a nation that is free of racial discrimination. While a noble dream to have, it is also a difficult one. Humans and Corpa are not very well liked, due to the collapse of the first world and a tyrannical hunger respectively... Speaking of the Corpa, the empire will want to harvest from them as much as any other nation. Either to fulfill their subtle gluttony or express domination over them. But history has been shaped through ideas and dreams, Amelia remains open minded about this for now. She then has to hide her surprise when he instantly offers the swordswoman the responsibilities as Second in Command of this small group. While she understands that her experience within the Army gives her the skills and know-how to take on this position, she has yet to earn the trust of Enmel, let alone the rest of the group. Making a total stranger their right hand is risky but the gleam she catches in his eyes every now and then tells her that not only does this Thusian know Amelia would not betray him, but also has a plan to fall back on if she ever did. This man is far more prepared and cunning than he lets on...
With all the information taken in, Amelia has had her answer for awhile. It's not like she has other opportunities to fall back on... "I will accept the role of your Second in Command." She says curtly, but has something else to add and glances over to the maid holding Alec. "I have only one request to ask of, however. The child, Alec... I made a promise to a friend that he remains safe under my watch. Where I go, he goes as well. All I ask is that he is kept in comfortable conditions and out of any conflict during this journey. I understand that not every situation you will guarantee the safety of all, but I hope that we can keep it to a minimum." Her eyes show the intensity of her words and the compassion she has to her promise. The last few words are almost threatening, that she will be holding Enmel responsible for any crossfire that could be avoided. She is a fierce woman, but not one that cannot be reasoned with. This simple request is all it will take to ensure her loyalty to this job... But only for as long as the request remains fulfilled.
After getting the confirmation from her now employer and the end of their meeting, she gives a curt nod and stands up to rejoin the mass. A little while later, one of the Lomallum announces an invite to all for a celebratory event on the new partnership. Amelia finds this similar to what her soldiers used to do the night before a major battle or celebrating a victory and remembers them well; gathering around a bonfire or inside an tavern, having a drink or two and chatting and laughing with one another. It boosted morale and strengthened bonds. Amelia has never picked up a drink in her life but never killed the buzz of her soldiers when attending, morale is good as long as none get blind drunk and it reminds her of the bonds she created with these men. Some even commented that she seems much more relaxed and human during these cherished events. It built up another form of mutual respect between soldier and Commander... Back to the present, Amelia sees an opportunity to get to know these mercenaries and soldiers better. If she's going to be the Second in Command, then she will need to earn their respect and trust, as do they.
Amelia makes a quick check on Alec, to which the maid reassures her has been a golden boy, then joins those attending quietly that they almost did not notice her. She keeps her hands free of a drink. "You bear the posture and attire of military." She comments to one Lomallum that made the announcement, taking in the way he holds himself and the armour he wears. She can sense that the axeman is still very bitter about being put into his place for attacking the swordswoman and makes it a point to not antagonise him further. She holds no grudge against him and is willing to forget about the sour ordeal should he choose to, but won't tolerate that kind of unstable behaviour again.
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