The first thing you notice, beyond the crowd of vagabonds moving with you into that decrepit building, is the smell. It is heavy, and thick, and doesn't quite remind you of fond memories. Too many drinks with too many slaves, and you might smell this the next day. From the chatter echoing from the mass, it seems the taverns and flesh houses of Vikarh were swept by these "recruiters," who now funnel the mercenaries through a thin door. The soldiers wield large halberds, and seem to find pleasure in shoving the mercenaries into straight lines and mocking their "fierce weaponry." As you enter, a tall, broad room greets you. The floors are made of a deep black stone, polished to a shine and reflecting the witchfire braziers hanging from the ceiling. Large banners hang from the walls, covering the windows and stopping the moonlight before it can taint the air. The mercenaries number at least two dozen, and spread out as they filter into the room; in front of them, standing on a large dais, a tall elf, heavily encrusted in armour, beckons them closer.
“Don’t be shy, now,” the armour speaks. “There is plenty of room.” The crowd slinks forward, some of the less oriented of the mass stumbling over each other.
“You can call me Lord Vulkor, or Vulkor the Bloody, or the Bird Hunter…” The elf scans the crowd, grinning as he establishes who is in control, “and from this point on, you are working for me.” Murmurs echo as the crowd shifts, some shifting in place as they gauge the exits. Vulkor only continues. “Your target is Vindik Kay. Some of you have surely heard his name before. He is a smuggler of slaves, known to… ahem, circumvent our system to keep from paying his tithes to Lord Malekith. Hunt him down. Dead or alive, I care not. Now break into parties… and go.”
One of the more audacious mercenaries steps forward, a large elf in ragged clothing and heavily scarred. “Hey! What are we getting out of this? I don’t work for nothin’.”
“Ha!” Vulkor spouts. “I accept you are Druchii of business. Of course you are; 300 gold for those who succeed in this task. The rest of you…”
“300 gold?!” One of the drunkards spews aloud. The crowd moans and shuffles. “You do your own work, Vulkor the Bird…” the mercenary spats. Something flicked amongst the shadows of the hall, and suddenly the mercenary gurgles and chokes. The other mercenaries back up and clear a circle around him… a bolt is seen projecting from his throat, the shoot piercing through his neck and dangling out of the exit wound. The crowd watches the blood trickle from the dead elf, pooling on the black stone floor, but quickly revert their eyes back to Lord Vulkor. Vulkor only folds his arms, and speaks low. “Go.”
Outside, most of the groups have already formed. As some disband, others linger as they decide what to do…
OOC: It is now time to introduce your characters! Form your group, decide what to do, and good luck!
Group 32
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OOC - Hi everyone! Looking forward to RPing with you all, have read your characters and it looks like we have a good group together here. Thanks again to Silic for starting this up, I hope you don't mind my first post being so long but I always like to introduce my character with a bit of a back story first, adds to the depth of the RP and all that...
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Athyia knelt on the damp earth and reached out for the cold stone before her, extending her fingers and tracing a line across its edge as her dark mind brooded even darker thoughts. Her long black robes whipped about her elegant form in the gentle nights breeze, and as she leaned on her tall black staff for support its amethyst crystal throbbed with a sinister purple glow. The power of Shyish was strong here, stooped as she was over the grave of some fallen Druchii warrior whom she had never known nor spared a thought for. It was the hunger that had drawn her here, for even as her coin purse hung empty at her side and denied her the purchase of a fresh meal, her mind sapped at the dark power that churned beneath the ground. It sustained her. It gave her strength.
A sudden shout broke her out of her reverie, and she glanced up and shot to her feet. One of the graveyards' armed guards was heading her way, waving his sword in her direction and calling for her to remain where she stood, reminding her that the place was off limits once darkness settled on Vikarh. With a subtle hand gesture, Athyias' dark hood rose up and concealed all but her violet eyes, and she turned away from the guard and began a brisk walk towards the nearest exit. Though it angered her to think that a mere guard was able to see her off, she knew that in her current state she could not do with drawing attention to herself. Already she had fed here for an hour or more, and that would be enough for one night. As her keen ears picked up the footsteps of her pursuer growing bolder as he sought to catch up to her, she increased her own pace and jogged the rest of the way to the gate. As she left she heard the guard shouting after her, warning her not to return.
With nowhere else to go, Athyia simply spent the night wandering the dark and dangerous streets of Vikarh. At one point a group of three hooded bandits had approached from the mouth of an alleyway and tried to rob her of her staff, but she had led them on a mind numbing chase through the side streets and minor roads until they completely lost track of her. She kept on the move until the first light of dawn broke across the eastern horizon, only then stopping and using the new days light to guide her to a resting place. She followed the road she was on until the smell of warm food cooking drew her to an old tavern. The young sorceress pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside, now letting her dark hood fall back once more so she could better see what went on around her. With no money for food or drink, Athyia simply found a small table in one of the darkest corners of the room and sat down to rest, ready to watch the rest of the day go by until she could once more seek out a place of death to feed the following night.
It was several hours later when a youthful elf in the attire of an off duty guard approached her table and offered to buy her a drink. Uninterested in the mans obvious desires but desperate for some nourishment, Athyia had gently kicked out the chair opposite her in a gesture for the young man to take a seat. Several minutes of false introductions later and Athyia had her first meal in many days, and she put up with the guards telling of his heroic exploits, all exaggerations if not lies, only for as long as it took her to finish the food. When she was done, she pulled the lad forward by his collar, drawing him into her beautiful violet eyes, and whispered in his ear. She told him where to meet her later that day, a place Athyia never intended to visit in her life, least of all with him. She watched him go and then pondered leaving the tavern herself, but with nowhere else in mind she made the decision to stay put until darkness fell.
It was a further three hours before the armoured noble turned up with his group of guards, and Athyia watched them enter the tavern with a glare as cold as the grave. She had learned from experience that when one such as this man entered a tavern, a great amount of tension would follow him in. Often several people would leave, and others would fall silent in mid sentence, starting up their conversation again several moments later in a hushed whisper. It was the power that such men radiated, that much she could see. Flanked as he was by armed guards, this elf was clearly one of importance, or at least great wealth. In this City, or indeed in the whole of Druchii society, the powerful and the wealthy rarely spared a thought for the poor and the powerless. Not only that, but when they did notice them it was usually because they seemed to like showing them just how much power they did have. More than once had Athyia seen a noble in a dark mood kill a nearby mercenary just to assert his presence. Sensing that this one was perhaps going to do something similar, Athyia rose from her shadowy seat and headed for the door.
She never quite made it that far, however. Just as she rose from her seat, the armoured Druchii turned from the bar and swept out an arm, pointing over several of the gathered mercenary groups and individuals, Athyia included. The guards that flanked him quickly came forth and ushered these mercenaries from their seats, nudging them in the direction of the door, where the noble was now headed too. So, either this noble was looking for some mercenary work, or he was looking for someone in particular. Athyia didn't like the thought of getting caught up in whatever was going on, and she tried to silently return to her seat. A burly looking elf, clearly one of the nobles' recruiters, stepped forward and blocked her path. He grinned at her menacingly and knocked her back with a nudge of his shield. Athyia bit back the urge to draw her dagger at this insult, and the crystal atop her staff turned an eerie glowing purple. It only took the Mage a moment to decide that striking the guard would be more hassle than it was worth however, and she swallowed her pride and followed the others out of the tavern and off to some other location, a grand hall decorated with lavish banners.
Here the armoured Druchii introduced himself as Lord Vulkor, or Vulkor the Bloody, or something about birds. Athyia never did understand why those with power felt the need to adorn themselves with so many names and titles, for as long as she could remember she had only ever been known simply as Athyia. No family name, no middle name, no glorified title. Just Athyia. This Valkor then went on to claim he now their employer, confirming Athyias' first instinct that the man had indeed been looking for someone to do his dirty work for him. Still, doing a job meant earning some money, and that meant eating and drinking again, perhaps even upgrading her equipment, and ultimately it meant earning a ticket back to Ghrond. The question was, just how dirty was the dirty work this noble needed them to do? The answer came a few moments later, and Athyia nodded to herself as the task was revealed to them. So, Vulkor here wants us to murder some other Druchii merchant for him, no doubt one he has had a fall out with. Seems pretty standard, and the money seems good. Then again, I suppose that depends if that's 300g each, or 300g to split between the group. Either way, what have I got to lose?"
Athyia was broken out of her trail of thought as the mercenary standing not two feet away from her was suddenly shot in the neck. The sorceress took a single step back and watched as most of those gathered came forth to form a circle around the dying man. It seemed Lord Vulkor was indeed one of those nobles that would kill a lowlife like them just to exert himself. It was a bit late to reconsider now however, already her stomach was growling at her at the prospect of another hot meal. The noble was ordering them to leave now, and one by one the assembled mercenaries dispersed and headed outside. Athyia was the last to leave, staying behind long enough to watch the light leave the eyes of the mercenary who had been shot, his life seeping away and forming in the air above him like an invisible cloud of dark energy. Athyia drew this energy into herself, feeling its power add new strength to her veins a moment before she realised everyone else was on their way out and the nobles guards' were glaring at her.
Athyia hurried outside to join the others, watching as most broke off into small groups and headed out into the night, perhaps to do this Lord Vulkors' bidding or perhaps to make good their getaway while they still could if they thought the risks were too high or the wage too small. Athyia herself was comfortable staying behind however, joining what seemed to be the last of the mercenaries and who she could immediately tell were all strangers to one another. Awkwardness filled the air as the group were left by themselves, supposedly meant to work together to track down this Vindik Kay, smuggler of slaves, a man Athyia had never heard of. The dark robed Mage stopped her approach a few feet away from the others, not used to sharing her company with anyone but herself. She felt no need to introduce herself before any of the others had done so, so instead she pondered what each of the others might be doing in Vikarh.
Athyia will stand with the others but for now will remain silent, content to watch and listen before she decides what she will do next. If they move off she will probably tag along at the back of the group.
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Athyia knelt on the damp earth and reached out for the cold stone before her, extending her fingers and tracing a line across its edge as her dark mind brooded even darker thoughts. Her long black robes whipped about her elegant form in the gentle nights breeze, and as she leaned on her tall black staff for support its amethyst crystal throbbed with a sinister purple glow. The power of Shyish was strong here, stooped as she was over the grave of some fallen Druchii warrior whom she had never known nor spared a thought for. It was the hunger that had drawn her here, for even as her coin purse hung empty at her side and denied her the purchase of a fresh meal, her mind sapped at the dark power that churned beneath the ground. It sustained her. It gave her strength.
A sudden shout broke her out of her reverie, and she glanced up and shot to her feet. One of the graveyards' armed guards was heading her way, waving his sword in her direction and calling for her to remain where she stood, reminding her that the place was off limits once darkness settled on Vikarh. With a subtle hand gesture, Athyias' dark hood rose up and concealed all but her violet eyes, and she turned away from the guard and began a brisk walk towards the nearest exit. Though it angered her to think that a mere guard was able to see her off, she knew that in her current state she could not do with drawing attention to herself. Already she had fed here for an hour or more, and that would be enough for one night. As her keen ears picked up the footsteps of her pursuer growing bolder as he sought to catch up to her, she increased her own pace and jogged the rest of the way to the gate. As she left she heard the guard shouting after her, warning her not to return.
With nowhere else to go, Athyia simply spent the night wandering the dark and dangerous streets of Vikarh. At one point a group of three hooded bandits had approached from the mouth of an alleyway and tried to rob her of her staff, but she had led them on a mind numbing chase through the side streets and minor roads until they completely lost track of her. She kept on the move until the first light of dawn broke across the eastern horizon, only then stopping and using the new days light to guide her to a resting place. She followed the road she was on until the smell of warm food cooking drew her to an old tavern. The young sorceress pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside, now letting her dark hood fall back once more so she could better see what went on around her. With no money for food or drink, Athyia simply found a small table in one of the darkest corners of the room and sat down to rest, ready to watch the rest of the day go by until she could once more seek out a place of death to feed the following night.
It was several hours later when a youthful elf in the attire of an off duty guard approached her table and offered to buy her a drink. Uninterested in the mans obvious desires but desperate for some nourishment, Athyia had gently kicked out the chair opposite her in a gesture for the young man to take a seat. Several minutes of false introductions later and Athyia had her first meal in many days, and she put up with the guards telling of his heroic exploits, all exaggerations if not lies, only for as long as it took her to finish the food. When she was done, she pulled the lad forward by his collar, drawing him into her beautiful violet eyes, and whispered in his ear. She told him where to meet her later that day, a place Athyia never intended to visit in her life, least of all with him. She watched him go and then pondered leaving the tavern herself, but with nowhere else in mind she made the decision to stay put until darkness fell.
It was a further three hours before the armoured noble turned up with his group of guards, and Athyia watched them enter the tavern with a glare as cold as the grave. She had learned from experience that when one such as this man entered a tavern, a great amount of tension would follow him in. Often several people would leave, and others would fall silent in mid sentence, starting up their conversation again several moments later in a hushed whisper. It was the power that such men radiated, that much she could see. Flanked as he was by armed guards, this elf was clearly one of importance, or at least great wealth. In this City, or indeed in the whole of Druchii society, the powerful and the wealthy rarely spared a thought for the poor and the powerless. Not only that, but when they did notice them it was usually because they seemed to like showing them just how much power they did have. More than once had Athyia seen a noble in a dark mood kill a nearby mercenary just to assert his presence. Sensing that this one was perhaps going to do something similar, Athyia rose from her shadowy seat and headed for the door.
She never quite made it that far, however. Just as she rose from her seat, the armoured Druchii turned from the bar and swept out an arm, pointing over several of the gathered mercenary groups and individuals, Athyia included. The guards that flanked him quickly came forth and ushered these mercenaries from their seats, nudging them in the direction of the door, where the noble was now headed too. So, either this noble was looking for some mercenary work, or he was looking for someone in particular. Athyia didn't like the thought of getting caught up in whatever was going on, and she tried to silently return to her seat. A burly looking elf, clearly one of the nobles' recruiters, stepped forward and blocked her path. He grinned at her menacingly and knocked her back with a nudge of his shield. Athyia bit back the urge to draw her dagger at this insult, and the crystal atop her staff turned an eerie glowing purple. It only took the Mage a moment to decide that striking the guard would be more hassle than it was worth however, and she swallowed her pride and followed the others out of the tavern and off to some other location, a grand hall decorated with lavish banners.
Here the armoured Druchii introduced himself as Lord Vulkor, or Vulkor the Bloody, or something about birds. Athyia never did understand why those with power felt the need to adorn themselves with so many names and titles, for as long as she could remember she had only ever been known simply as Athyia. No family name, no middle name, no glorified title. Just Athyia. This Valkor then went on to claim he now their employer, confirming Athyias' first instinct that the man had indeed been looking for someone to do his dirty work for him. Still, doing a job meant earning some money, and that meant eating and drinking again, perhaps even upgrading her equipment, and ultimately it meant earning a ticket back to Ghrond. The question was, just how dirty was the dirty work this noble needed them to do? The answer came a few moments later, and Athyia nodded to herself as the task was revealed to them. So, Vulkor here wants us to murder some other Druchii merchant for him, no doubt one he has had a fall out with. Seems pretty standard, and the money seems good. Then again, I suppose that depends if that's 300g each, or 300g to split between the group. Either way, what have I got to lose?"
Athyia was broken out of her trail of thought as the mercenary standing not two feet away from her was suddenly shot in the neck. The sorceress took a single step back and watched as most of those gathered came forth to form a circle around the dying man. It seemed Lord Vulkor was indeed one of those nobles that would kill a lowlife like them just to exert himself. It was a bit late to reconsider now however, already her stomach was growling at her at the prospect of another hot meal. The noble was ordering them to leave now, and one by one the assembled mercenaries dispersed and headed outside. Athyia was the last to leave, staying behind long enough to watch the light leave the eyes of the mercenary who had been shot, his life seeping away and forming in the air above him like an invisible cloud of dark energy. Athyia drew this energy into herself, feeling its power add new strength to her veins a moment before she realised everyone else was on their way out and the nobles guards' were glaring at her.
Athyia hurried outside to join the others, watching as most broke off into small groups and headed out into the night, perhaps to do this Lord Vulkors' bidding or perhaps to make good their getaway while they still could if they thought the risks were too high or the wage too small. Athyia herself was comfortable staying behind however, joining what seemed to be the last of the mercenaries and who she could immediately tell were all strangers to one another. Awkwardness filled the air as the group were left by themselves, supposedly meant to work together to track down this Vindik Kay, smuggler of slaves, a man Athyia had never heard of. The dark robed Mage stopped her approach a few feet away from the others, not used to sharing her company with anyone but herself. She felt no need to introduce herself before any of the others had done so, so instead she pondered what each of the others might be doing in Vikarh.
Athyia will stand with the others but for now will remain silent, content to watch and listen before she decides what she will do next. If they move off she will probably tag along at the back of the group.
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Dragonsbreath
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Amalii looked at her last few gold pieces through blurred vision. She blinked, trying to properly count the number of coins which lay upon her palm. With some assistance from the elf behind the bar, she managed to purchase another bottle of cheap liquor. Briefly content, Amalii threw her head back and gulped down the foul drink. As she placed the bottle back upon the bar counter, she was surprised to see a group of armored elves enter the filthy tavern. The khainite watched with amusement as the warriors began picking out several of the more scarred and desperate looking of the patrons, and forcibly removing them from the inn. Suddenly, Amalii felt an armored hand on her shoulder - pushing her towards the door. Stumbling slightly, she was guided from the tavern to a disgusting building - a warehouse or similar, she guessed.
Her head cleared somewhat by the fresh air of the walk, Amalii began to seethe with barely restrained anger as she was corralled into the hall like some kind of slave or cattle. Her hand shot to the small dagger at her belt. Bloodthorn. Soothed by the presence of her favored weapon, and curious despite her indignation - Amalii listened to the tall elf who had begun speaking once they were all standing before him. He wanted them to kill an elf who had wronged Lord Malekith which, coupled with the reward, was enough to sway Amalii to his cause. Others around the hall did not feel the same, however, and Amalii was forced to suppress a giggle when one such elf received a bolt through his neck.
Released from the nobles presence, Amalii wandered outside. She looked around darkly as other elves began drifting away in small groups. She knew none of the others who had been chosen for the task. Soon, only a few were left standing outside the building. Sighing slightly with frustration, Amalii glanced about at those elves who remained. A couple of feral looking elves - one adorned with chains and scales, while the other had sharp white bone woven into her dark hair. A strange robed she elf also watched on from a short way away, but Amalii couldn't tell whether she was one of the mercenaries or just one of the petty thugs who littered Vikarh. Mentally shrugging, the khainite decided that the awkward silence had endured long enough,
"My name is Amalii Kayth," she began confidently, still buoyed by the large quantities of alcohol within her, "I am a trainee in service to the Lord of Murder."
She paused, hoping her introduction would spur on the confidence of the others.
Amalii waits for the others to introduce themselves or suggest a course of action.
Her head cleared somewhat by the fresh air of the walk, Amalii began to seethe with barely restrained anger as she was corralled into the hall like some kind of slave or cattle. Her hand shot to the small dagger at her belt. Bloodthorn. Soothed by the presence of her favored weapon, and curious despite her indignation - Amalii listened to the tall elf who had begun speaking once they were all standing before him. He wanted them to kill an elf who had wronged Lord Malekith which, coupled with the reward, was enough to sway Amalii to his cause. Others around the hall did not feel the same, however, and Amalii was forced to suppress a giggle when one such elf received a bolt through his neck.
Released from the nobles presence, Amalii wandered outside. She looked around darkly as other elves began drifting away in small groups. She knew none of the others who had been chosen for the task. Soon, only a few were left standing outside the building. Sighing slightly with frustration, Amalii glanced about at those elves who remained. A couple of feral looking elves - one adorned with chains and scales, while the other had sharp white bone woven into her dark hair. A strange robed she elf also watched on from a short way away, but Amalii couldn't tell whether she was one of the mercenaries or just one of the petty thugs who littered Vikarh. Mentally shrugging, the khainite decided that the awkward silence had endured long enough,
"My name is Amalii Kayth," she began confidently, still buoyed by the large quantities of alcohol within her, "I am a trainee in service to the Lord of Murder."
She paused, hoping her introduction would spur on the confidence of the others.
Amalii waits for the others to introduce themselves or suggest a course of action.
Amalii Kayth - Trainee of Khaine (Group 32)
Ws4 | S4 | T3 | D5 | I 2
Equipment: Short Sword, 'Bloodthorn'(Dagger), Necklace
Gold: 10
Skills: Two Weapon Fighting, Uncontrollable Frenzy
Ws4 | S4 | T3 | D5 | I 2
Equipment: Short Sword, 'Bloodthorn'(Dagger), Necklace
Gold: 10
Skills: Two Weapon Fighting, Uncontrollable Frenzy
Still trying to shrug off the memories of the dream which had haunted his sleep the night before, a nightmare in which he had been persued through the a jungle by walking lizards before falling prey to an incompetant captain and loudmouth mercenary. He followed the others into the building already packed full of other mercenaries, and saw for the first time the one who had summoned him here. A highborn, that was immeadiatly obvious from the quality of his armour, and a confident one at that for he stood in front of them in plain sight on top of a dias of some kind.
Drasnir briefly considered picking the pocket of the elf in front of him, the closely packed crowd meant that it was unlikely that the mercenary would notice as Drasnir's questing fingers relieved him of his purse. However the same crowd meant that if he was discovered then escape would be immpossible and, judging by the wicked maul he carried in his right hand, the mercenary was unlikely to be the forgiving type. Deciding it was too much risk for too little gain Drasnir concentrated instead on the Highborn's speech. The job seemed easy enough, a bounty hunt pure and simple, and three hundred gold was quite a bounty. Of course very few of them would actually recieve it, for apparently it would only be paid out to those suceeded. Many of those here would likely spend much time fruitlessly searching for this Vindik Kay for no reward, Drasnir resolved not to be among them.
Before Drasnir could leave and begin the hunt there was one final piece of drama to play out. One of the mercenaries, drunk if his slurring speech was anything to go by, loudly refused the Highborn's offer, only to have his protestations silenced by a crossbow bolt through his throat. As the rest of the Druchii filed out Drasnir remained behind to see if he could loot the body for anything of value. But one look at the Highborn's retainers persuaded him otherwise and he reluctantly made his way outside. Only a handful of the mercenaries were left, the others had already begun their task.
Drasnir walked over to join the remaining group. He waited just long enough for a woman to join them, although the strange aura which surrounded her almost made him regret his decision, and a drunken Khainite, Amalii, to introduce herself before speeking. "My name is Drasnir. I suggest any other introductions are made on the move. You may have noticed that only the group which suceeds gets paid, we either do this quickly or don't do it at all. I would suggest we try the dock's first, it is the best place for gathering information on individuals, especially if they are merchants." Indeed in his past life Drasnir had spent a lot of time on the quayside waiting for a piece of choice gossip which might direct his gang to their next mark.
Drasnir willl introduce himself and propose they head for the docks. If the group concers then he will lead the way.
Drasnir briefly considered picking the pocket of the elf in front of him, the closely packed crowd meant that it was unlikely that the mercenary would notice as Drasnir's questing fingers relieved him of his purse. However the same crowd meant that if he was discovered then escape would be immpossible and, judging by the wicked maul he carried in his right hand, the mercenary was unlikely to be the forgiving type. Deciding it was too much risk for too little gain Drasnir concentrated instead on the Highborn's speech. The job seemed easy enough, a bounty hunt pure and simple, and three hundred gold was quite a bounty. Of course very few of them would actually recieve it, for apparently it would only be paid out to those suceeded. Many of those here would likely spend much time fruitlessly searching for this Vindik Kay for no reward, Drasnir resolved not to be among them.
Before Drasnir could leave and begin the hunt there was one final piece of drama to play out. One of the mercenaries, drunk if his slurring speech was anything to go by, loudly refused the Highborn's offer, only to have his protestations silenced by a crossbow bolt through his throat. As the rest of the Druchii filed out Drasnir remained behind to see if he could loot the body for anything of value. But one look at the Highborn's retainers persuaded him otherwise and he reluctantly made his way outside. Only a handful of the mercenaries were left, the others had already begun their task.
Drasnir walked over to join the remaining group. He waited just long enough for a woman to join them, although the strange aura which surrounded her almost made him regret his decision, and a drunken Khainite, Amalii, to introduce herself before speeking. "My name is Drasnir. I suggest any other introductions are made on the move. You may have noticed that only the group which suceeds gets paid, we either do this quickly or don't do it at all. I would suggest we try the dock's first, it is the best place for gathering information on individuals, especially if they are merchants." Indeed in his past life Drasnir had spent a lot of time on the quayside waiting for a piece of choice gossip which might direct his gang to their next mark.
Drasnir willl introduce himself and propose they head for the docks. If the group concers then he will lead the way.
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WIP First War Against Chaos Expansion
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WS3 / S3 / T3 / D4 / I5
Skills: Basic Stealth
Items: Short Sword, Repeater Crossbow, Shade Cloak
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WS3 / S3 / T3 / D4 / I5
Skills: Basic Stealth
Items: Short Sword, Repeater Crossbow, Shade Cloak
Arkath was sat down on the pavement of one of the less trodden alleys of Vikarh. Arkath observed the bat hanging from his index finger. The creature had been his sole companion for many days now, keeping him company during the lonely nights in the streets. Vikarh had not been forgiving to Arkath. His original plan to enter the city, gather some wealth and fame and be out before the end of the season had been quite naive, he now realized. Since he entered the city, it had soon dawned to him that he was far from the only one searching to gain a name. The city was stuffed with mercenaries, refugees and bandits of all sorts, every single one of them looking to gain coin in some way or the other. Arkath stomach rumbled. Oh yes, times had been bad indeed these last few months. With a flick of his wrist, Arkath broke the bat's neck and quickly started feasting on the small scraps of meat he could scavenge from the tiny carcass.
As he threw away what was left of the critter, Arkath suddenly heard a commotion in a nearby street. Encouraged by the food in his belly, he stood up and started walked towards the sounds, curious to see what was happening. Arkath stepped out the alley and saw what the ruckus was all about. It seemed that some soldiers had been searching the tavern for “volunteers”. Arkath would have no part in it. He turned around and attempted to walk away from the scene, but even before he could make his first few steps, he was stopped. Arkath didn't even have to turn his head to know that it was one of the soldiers. In vain, he tried to pull himself free of the soldiers grip, but the guardsman held him tight, and when he pulled free his sword, Arkath realized that he wouldn't be getting away.
The troop of mercenaries was soon joined by others, and all of them were led to the same old, reeking building. Their eyes were quickly pulled to some kind of stage, where a Druchii in menacing armour soon explained the purpose of the recruitment. Arkath didn't like it one bit. He wasn't some pet to be called whenever his master wished it, he was supposed to be the master. Though Vikarh had stolen much of his pride, there was still enough left to make Arkath want to speak out in protest. It was not to be however, as one of the other Druchii had been quicker in demanding compensation. Another soon followed, though his complaints were cut short by a bolt piercing his throat.
300 gold... Though I hate to admit it, I can really use that kind of money, and it doesn't look like I have a choice anyway., Arkath thought, looking at the Druchii in his death throes. The mercenaries were led out of the room, and promptly, groups started to form and leave the area. Leaving Arkath standing with a band of mercenariesv that seemed to be in much the same position he was. A rather drunk looking girl stepped forward, intoducing herself as Amalii Kayth, claming to be working for Khaine. A second soon followed, introducing himself as Drasnir. He seemed like a man of action, immediately proposing to get on the move. The name's Arkath, Arkath said, fiddling the chains hanging from his armour. Turning to Drasnir, he said I suppose your plan is as good as any, as there is obviously no use in wasting our time here. Arkath pointedly starting walking towards the docks in attempt to assert his dominance. He was still annoyed be the humiliation he had had to stand the last few hours. Let's go. If only he could remember were the docks exactly lied...
Arkath will introduce himself and start walking in what he thinks is the general direction of the docks, hoping the others will follow.
OOC: fixed
sorry btw
As he threw away what was left of the critter, Arkath suddenly heard a commotion in a nearby street. Encouraged by the food in his belly, he stood up and started walked towards the sounds, curious to see what was happening. Arkath stepped out the alley and saw what the ruckus was all about. It seemed that some soldiers had been searching the tavern for “volunteers”. Arkath would have no part in it. He turned around and attempted to walk away from the scene, but even before he could make his first few steps, he was stopped. Arkath didn't even have to turn his head to know that it was one of the soldiers. In vain, he tried to pull himself free of the soldiers grip, but the guardsman held him tight, and when he pulled free his sword, Arkath realized that he wouldn't be getting away.
The troop of mercenaries was soon joined by others, and all of them were led to the same old, reeking building. Their eyes were quickly pulled to some kind of stage, where a Druchii in menacing armour soon explained the purpose of the recruitment. Arkath didn't like it one bit. He wasn't some pet to be called whenever his master wished it, he was supposed to be the master. Though Vikarh had stolen much of his pride, there was still enough left to make Arkath want to speak out in protest. It was not to be however, as one of the other Druchii had been quicker in demanding compensation. Another soon followed, though his complaints were cut short by a bolt piercing his throat.
300 gold... Though I hate to admit it, I can really use that kind of money, and it doesn't look like I have a choice anyway., Arkath thought, looking at the Druchii in his death throes. The mercenaries were led out of the room, and promptly, groups started to form and leave the area. Leaving Arkath standing with a band of mercenariesv that seemed to be in much the same position he was. A rather drunk looking girl stepped forward, intoducing herself as Amalii Kayth, claming to be working for Khaine. A second soon followed, introducing himself as Drasnir. He seemed like a man of action, immediately proposing to get on the move. The name's Arkath, Arkath said, fiddling the chains hanging from his armour. Turning to Drasnir, he said I suppose your plan is as good as any, as there is obviously no use in wasting our time here. Arkath pointedly starting walking towards the docks in attempt to assert his dominance. He was still annoyed be the humiliation he had had to stand the last few hours. Let's go. If only he could remember were the docks exactly lied...
Arkath will introduce himself and start walking in what he thinks is the general direction of the docks, hoping the others will follow.
OOC: fixed
sorry btw
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OOC - I trust that posting twice is not an issue if responding to the actions or words of the others?
Athyia stood silently on the edge of the group as some of the others gave their names and immediately began throwing out ideas for a plan of action. She wasn't so much shy as merely distrustful of others and uncomfortable when forced to work alongside them. She preferred her own company, the fact she had travelled alone for the past half century was testament to that. There was something about this group of mercenaries that beckoned Athyia to stay a little longer however, and although she could not yet decipher what it was she decided to stay put. What interested her more than the machinations of fate at that point in time however was the so called plans that the others were spouting out so hastily. So eager to go running into the unknown against a man who thinks himself powerful enough to defy the Witch King... Such ignorance will likely see many of them killed. I will follow them into the darkness and reap their souls as they die, and who knows some of them might even succeed and then I can share in the reward.
The first to introduce herself was a fierce looking woman called Amalii, apparently an agent of the bloody handed God of murder, Khaine. Athyia had never really spared much thought for religion, or for the Gods. She let the winds of fate guide her through her life, and if that was the doing of a God then he had yet to show her any sign. As such, she remained isolated from the worship of such beings, though she was intelligent enough to still give them due respect. The next to name himself was Drasnir, a hooded Shade who seemed the most keen to get moving, perhaps the most determind to succeed. Athyia would show a little more restraint, she knew the better of running headlong into a dangerous alley, so to speak. Next was the man who adorned himself with hooks and chains, who she learned was named Arkath, and who was similarly eager to get on the move, already walking in the direction of the docks. Maybe it's just a male thing to be so eager to get to work... or perhaps they are trying to show off in front of us ladies?
Such thoughts were cast aside as Athyia jogged to catch up with the rest, still unsure of the final member of the groups name, a female Shade with some unusual teeth braided into her dark hair. She was still pondering what she was going to do with the mercenaries. Either she could tag along and help them out, hopefully sharing in the reward money if they were successful in their task, or she could follow them only as long as was safe and try to feed off the energies of those who were killed. Both paths had their risks and appealed to her equally as much as the other, but Athyia quickly decided that for either plan to work she would no doubt have to at least seem legitimate to the others. As such, she turned their plan over in her mind, as basic a plan as it currently was, scouring it for hidden errors that she could perhaps help them see. One such thought occurred to her almost immediately.
"How do we know none of the assembled mercenaries were the spies of this Vindik Kay? Even now they could be going to inform him so he might prepare a defence, or perhaps heading to the docks to cut us off and try to deal with us themselves? Even if they are not his lackeys, what's to say one of the other groups who want the reward are not going to turn on us to better their own chances? I'm not saying we shouldn't head for the docks, that seems like a sound a plan as any, all I'm saying is we best be on our guard."
She continued to follow the others for a few moments, before she added almost as an afterthought,
"Oh, and it's Athyia."
Athyia stood silently on the edge of the group as some of the others gave their names and immediately began throwing out ideas for a plan of action. She wasn't so much shy as merely distrustful of others and uncomfortable when forced to work alongside them. She preferred her own company, the fact she had travelled alone for the past half century was testament to that. There was something about this group of mercenaries that beckoned Athyia to stay a little longer however, and although she could not yet decipher what it was she decided to stay put. What interested her more than the machinations of fate at that point in time however was the so called plans that the others were spouting out so hastily. So eager to go running into the unknown against a man who thinks himself powerful enough to defy the Witch King... Such ignorance will likely see many of them killed. I will follow them into the darkness and reap their souls as they die, and who knows some of them might even succeed and then I can share in the reward.
The first to introduce herself was a fierce looking woman called Amalii, apparently an agent of the bloody handed God of murder, Khaine. Athyia had never really spared much thought for religion, or for the Gods. She let the winds of fate guide her through her life, and if that was the doing of a God then he had yet to show her any sign. As such, she remained isolated from the worship of such beings, though she was intelligent enough to still give them due respect. The next to name himself was Drasnir, a hooded Shade who seemed the most keen to get moving, perhaps the most determind to succeed. Athyia would show a little more restraint, she knew the better of running headlong into a dangerous alley, so to speak. Next was the man who adorned himself with hooks and chains, who she learned was named Arkath, and who was similarly eager to get on the move, already walking in the direction of the docks. Maybe it's just a male thing to be so eager to get to work... or perhaps they are trying to show off in front of us ladies?
Such thoughts were cast aside as Athyia jogged to catch up with the rest, still unsure of the final member of the groups name, a female Shade with some unusual teeth braided into her dark hair. She was still pondering what she was going to do with the mercenaries. Either she could tag along and help them out, hopefully sharing in the reward money if they were successful in their task, or she could follow them only as long as was safe and try to feed off the energies of those who were killed. Both paths had their risks and appealed to her equally as much as the other, but Athyia quickly decided that for either plan to work she would no doubt have to at least seem legitimate to the others. As such, she turned their plan over in her mind, as basic a plan as it currently was, scouring it for hidden errors that she could perhaps help them see. One such thought occurred to her almost immediately.
"How do we know none of the assembled mercenaries were the spies of this Vindik Kay? Even now they could be going to inform him so he might prepare a defence, or perhaps heading to the docks to cut us off and try to deal with us themselves? Even if they are not his lackeys, what's to say one of the other groups who want the reward are not going to turn on us to better their own chances? I'm not saying we shouldn't head for the docks, that seems like a sound a plan as any, all I'm saying is we best be on our guard."
She continued to follow the others for a few moments, before she added almost as an afterthought,
"Oh, and it's Athyia."
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Dragonsbreath
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OOC - @kajchi Amalii is female, please refer to her as such or she will snap your neck. In the most feminine way possible.
Glad that she had broken the silence, Amalii listened to the names of her would-be companions. The first two to speak, Drasnir and Arkath both seemed to be intent on starting as soon as possible. While Amalii had nothing against their plan, she was somewhat taken aback by their forthrightness. Shrugging and beginning to follow the strangely clothed elf - Arkath, she was surprised when the robed she elf joined them. Amalii listened to her as they walked, though could not help but laugh when Athyla had finished,
"Be on our guard you say?" the khainite chuckled, "Good plan, that. Next you'll tell us we should all remember to keep breathing,"
"Any plans for when we reach the docks?" Amalii continued after a short pause, this time speaking to the group in general, "Somehow, I doubt Vindik Kay is going to be easy to get to." She considered for a few moments, her fingers running over Bloodthorn's handle as she thought,
"And if we do happen to run into the other groups, it might be an idea to take them out of the running - improve our chances of success," Amalii added with a malicious grin.
Amalii is happy to follow Arkath to the docks (if he can find the way!)
Glad that she had broken the silence, Amalii listened to the names of her would-be companions. The first two to speak, Drasnir and Arkath both seemed to be intent on starting as soon as possible. While Amalii had nothing against their plan, she was somewhat taken aback by their forthrightness. Shrugging and beginning to follow the strangely clothed elf - Arkath, she was surprised when the robed she elf joined them. Amalii listened to her as they walked, though could not help but laugh when Athyla had finished,
"Be on our guard you say?" the khainite chuckled, "Good plan, that. Next you'll tell us we should all remember to keep breathing,"
"Any plans for when we reach the docks?" Amalii continued after a short pause, this time speaking to the group in general, "Somehow, I doubt Vindik Kay is going to be easy to get to." She considered for a few moments, her fingers running over Bloodthorn's handle as she thought,
"And if we do happen to run into the other groups, it might be an idea to take them out of the running - improve our chances of success," Amalii added with a malicious grin.
Amalii is happy to follow Arkath to the docks (if he can find the way!)
Amalii Kayth - Trainee of Khaine (Group 32)
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Skills: Two Weapon Fighting, Uncontrollable Frenzy
Ws4 | S4 | T3 | D5 | I 2
Equipment: Short Sword, 'Bloodthorn'(Dagger), Necklace
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Athyia fell quiet once more as the Khainite laughed her down, for clearly a warrior of such a religion was one who lived and died by the blade, ever ready to fight those who would challenge her. The Mage had not thought of it that way until just now, but even so she felt her point was valid and she conjured up a retort. It was not the Khainites' willpower that kept her from replying straight away, it was fact Athyia was unsure how this conversation would pan out if it continued. That her will was stronger than that of anyone else present the Mage was certain, but the same could not be said for the strength and skill of her sword arm. As her mood darkened a little further, the amethyst atop her black staff began glowing a little more, casting an eerie purple illumination over what could be seen of her face from beneath her dark hood. She replied to Amalii, her voice a cold hiss within the wind.
"I would rather such things were said than assumed, I know none of you and the last thing I need if we are attacked is for any of you to be found lacking..."
Without giving the Khainite girl the chance to carry the conversation further, Athyia turned her mind to answering the girls other question. What were they going to do when they got to the docks?
"I would not be so quick to put our opposition to the blade if I were you, Amalii. I know your Khainite blade thirsts for blood, but asking after a man of great power is a dangerous prospect in itself, so perhaps our competitors can be of use to us alive. If we simply ask about for Vindik Kay we may well draw unnecessary attention to ourselves, perhaps even draw the eye of Vindik himself who will no doubt be curious as to what we want with him. The way I see it, there are two Autarii amongst our number, and perhaps we can use them to turn this into a mission of stealth."
She wasn't sure if the others were following her meaning, so again unsure of their ability to understand her complex mind, Athyia spelled it out for them.
"We let the other groups take all the risk in asking about Vindik Kay, then we learn from their success or failure. We tail the first group to find a lead and kill them to a man. The survivor will give us what we want before his end. This way we pit our blades against fellow mercenaries at worst, at least until we reach the house of Vindik Kay. What's the sense in risking a fight with armed guards and the like, when someone else can do it all for you while you watch from the shadows, poised to strike at the oppertune moment and seize victory from those less able to see the true path to success."
Athyia fell suddenly silent again, realising that her annoyance at the Khainites rash words had led her to spill out most of her current thoughts for all to hear. Knowledge was power, and to share it with strangers was most unwise. Still, she hoped she had gotten her point across, and decided to say nothing further on the matter even if provoked. She would simply follow the rest of them to the docks, seeing if they would take her advice or follow the reckless path so many others would no doubt be treading too.
Silent and gloomy once again, following the others to the docks at the back of the group. Athyia will occasionally look back to check they are not being followed.
"I would rather such things were said than assumed, I know none of you and the last thing I need if we are attacked is for any of you to be found lacking..."
Without giving the Khainite girl the chance to carry the conversation further, Athyia turned her mind to answering the girls other question. What were they going to do when they got to the docks?
"I would not be so quick to put our opposition to the blade if I were you, Amalii. I know your Khainite blade thirsts for blood, but asking after a man of great power is a dangerous prospect in itself, so perhaps our competitors can be of use to us alive. If we simply ask about for Vindik Kay we may well draw unnecessary attention to ourselves, perhaps even draw the eye of Vindik himself who will no doubt be curious as to what we want with him. The way I see it, there are two Autarii amongst our number, and perhaps we can use them to turn this into a mission of stealth."
She wasn't sure if the others were following her meaning, so again unsure of their ability to understand her complex mind, Athyia spelled it out for them.
"We let the other groups take all the risk in asking about Vindik Kay, then we learn from their success or failure. We tail the first group to find a lead and kill them to a man. The survivor will give us what we want before his end. This way we pit our blades against fellow mercenaries at worst, at least until we reach the house of Vindik Kay. What's the sense in risking a fight with armed guards and the like, when someone else can do it all for you while you watch from the shadows, poised to strike at the oppertune moment and seize victory from those less able to see the true path to success."
Athyia fell suddenly silent again, realising that her annoyance at the Khainites rash words had led her to spill out most of her current thoughts for all to hear. Knowledge was power, and to share it with strangers was most unwise. Still, she hoped she had gotten her point across, and decided to say nothing further on the matter even if provoked. She would simply follow the rest of them to the docks, seeing if they would take her advice or follow the reckless path so many others would no doubt be treading too.
Silent and gloomy once again, following the others to the docks at the back of the group. Athyia will occasionally look back to check they are not being followed.
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The big city wasn't quite as impressive as she had thought. Apparently this place was Vikarh, though she didn't know much other than the name. Only a few stories the Autarii clans had told about people from this city, whom they sometimes used as easy pickings, for they would be assumed to have been eaten by the animals of the wilds. And, in a way, they had been.
Now, it seemed she was an animal in civilization, and the difference was most keen to her. She had no money, no connections, and she didn't even know many of the conventions. She had sometimes been at mediation's with some villages, but for the most part, the Autarii kept to themselves.
Wandering around, she asked several townspeople about possible places for a job, mostly getting sneers and bad looks. City people sure had a bad attitude, but at least it was a change from her clan. Here, she'd have a chance to scrabble up the ladder and kick it out from under whoever she needed to.
Finally, she was pointed to a tavern, where 'people like her belonged'. She had no doubt that the Druchii was being insulting, but in this tavern, she indeed did see many people who appeared to be mercenaries. To her surprise though, almost as soon as she came in, two guards starting rounding up the mercenaries, including her in their collection.
Along the way there, these guards were extraordinarily rude. Every damned one of these city Druchii seemed to be that! Was it that which allowed them to rise to the top? A disdain for everyone? Just as she thought that, however, the man in armor began to speak, stating a rather impressive set of names, and a job. Vindik Kay. This was what she was looking for, a chance to prove herself.
So wrapped up was she in her thoughts however, that, as she wandered outside, she realized she hadn't joined any of the groups. Like it mattered. she didn't know anyone here. She realized she had drifted into one of the groups, and several people introduced themselves, one proposing to go to the docks. Before they could leave, she made sure to introduce herself.
"Mynath. Mynath Krathen. If you cityfolk care." One of them was another Shade, but he smelled different from an Autarii, and obviously had more experience here. She was feeling impatient, but she knew that a hunt could not be accomplished unless she was patient. For now, she'd have to stick with these people, they were the best she had. "If this Vindik Kay doesn't know we're coming, he soon will. With this many Elves after him, at least one is bound to slip up."
OOC: Arrgh, ninja'd by a good margin. Assume this is spoken near the beginning, and Mynath keeps her tongue during the argument.
Now, it seemed she was an animal in civilization, and the difference was most keen to her. She had no money, no connections, and she didn't even know many of the conventions. She had sometimes been at mediation's with some villages, but for the most part, the Autarii kept to themselves.
Wandering around, she asked several townspeople about possible places for a job, mostly getting sneers and bad looks. City people sure had a bad attitude, but at least it was a change from her clan. Here, she'd have a chance to scrabble up the ladder and kick it out from under whoever she needed to.
Finally, she was pointed to a tavern, where 'people like her belonged'. She had no doubt that the Druchii was being insulting, but in this tavern, she indeed did see many people who appeared to be mercenaries. To her surprise though, almost as soon as she came in, two guards starting rounding up the mercenaries, including her in their collection.
Along the way there, these guards were extraordinarily rude. Every damned one of these city Druchii seemed to be that! Was it that which allowed them to rise to the top? A disdain for everyone? Just as she thought that, however, the man in armor began to speak, stating a rather impressive set of names, and a job. Vindik Kay. This was what she was looking for, a chance to prove herself.
So wrapped up was she in her thoughts however, that, as she wandered outside, she realized she hadn't joined any of the groups. Like it mattered. she didn't know anyone here. She realized she had drifted into one of the groups, and several people introduced themselves, one proposing to go to the docks. Before they could leave, she made sure to introduce herself.
"Mynath. Mynath Krathen. If you cityfolk care." One of them was another Shade, but he smelled different from an Autarii, and obviously had more experience here. She was feeling impatient, but she knew that a hunt could not be accomplished unless she was patient. For now, she'd have to stick with these people, they were the best she had. "If this Vindik Kay doesn't know we're coming, he soon will. With this many Elves after him, at least one is bound to slip up."
OOC: Arrgh, ninja'd by a good margin. Assume this is spoken near the beginning, and Mynath keeps her tongue during the argument.
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Look at him, leading the way as if it were his idea. Still Drasnir had to admire Arkath's nerve, let him have his pride. At least this way if there were to be trouble, as Athyia predicted, then he would be the first to walk into it. Dropping back a little Drasnir joined the rest of his new companions.
"So much pessimism, yes this is Naggaroth and one of those mercenaries will betray the Bird Hugger to his prey but the city is large and we are far from the only group pursuing this Vindik Kay, the likelyhood is that it will be a long while before his attention falls on us. And when it does, well it isn't every day I have a mage at my side, I'm sure thats likely to even the odds don't you think Athyia?
"As for what we do when we reach the docks, we ask questions find out what we can about this merchant. Now what methods you use to extract that information are up to you, but personally I'm a man of peace." With those words Drasnir treated his companions to a winning smile.
Drasnir will join the body of the group in heading towards the docks
"So much pessimism, yes this is Naggaroth and one of those mercenaries will betray the Bird Hugger to his prey but the city is large and we are far from the only group pursuing this Vindik Kay, the likelyhood is that it will be a long while before his attention falls on us. And when it does, well it isn't every day I have a mage at my side, I'm sure thats likely to even the odds don't you think Athyia?
"As for what we do when we reach the docks, we ask questions find out what we can about this merchant. Now what methods you use to extract that information are up to you, but personally I'm a man of peace." With those words Drasnir treated his companions to a winning smile.
Drasnir will join the body of the group in heading towards the docks
WIP First War Against Chaos Expansion
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WS3 / S3 / T3 / D4 / I5
Skills: Basic Stealth
Items: Short Sword, Repeater Crossbow, Shade Cloak
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WS3 / S3 / T3 / D4 / I5
Skills: Basic Stealth
Items: Short Sword, Repeater Crossbow, Shade Cloak
After slightly bantering among the dirt streets, long enough to establish the others' personalities, at least, the mercenary company work their way towards the docks of Vikarh. The walk to the district was short, but made odd and clumsy by the group's insistent need to watch the others like birds of prey... The mage Athyia consistently trailed behind the others, taking care to take small steps and check behind the others ("for their protection") for extended periods of time. Amalii and Arkath took the lead, though both seemed to think being the one in the lead was some how a more esteemed position. Neither wanted to act like they were the leader, though both made obvious, sometimes completely fictional, attempts to get the other to peer down an alley for shadows as they passed. Mynath and Drasnir both took the vulnerable position of the company's middle, each one keeping the other at a respectful distance... All in all, it was an odd show, and anybody looking out their window as the weak sun peered over the mountains would think of what a coincidence it was that these five vagabonds were traveling in the same direction...
By the time the group tugs their way to the docks, dawn is approaching. Squeezing between two buildings, the group emerges into the dockyard proper. The merchants, stall vendors, and dock workers are just starting to emerge from the night's revelry, and the backs of more than one slave are already bloody from their handler's whip. The screeches of the harpies can be heard accumulating overhead, mingling with the grunts and heavy breathing of a single cold one's pen directly to the company's left. Up and down the wooden planks creak, playing off one another and reminding the group that the dockyard is certainly not a small place. Three signs can be seen from the group's vantage, hanging from poles outside the doorways; one for the Bloody Siren's Inn, one for the Harbor Master's building, and one for an unnamed merchant's tiny shop.
As the group settles, Mynath nudges Drasnir, a bit too close for the druchii's comfort, and flicks his head sideways; two yawning and heavy-eyed guards were taking their post against a series of crates and barrels, all piled in front of a collapsing building's entrance.
By the time the group tugs their way to the docks, dawn is approaching. Squeezing between two buildings, the group emerges into the dockyard proper. The merchants, stall vendors, and dock workers are just starting to emerge from the night's revelry, and the backs of more than one slave are already bloody from their handler's whip. The screeches of the harpies can be heard accumulating overhead, mingling with the grunts and heavy breathing of a single cold one's pen directly to the company's left. Up and down the wooden planks creak, playing off one another and reminding the group that the dockyard is certainly not a small place. Three signs can be seen from the group's vantage, hanging from poles outside the doorways; one for the Bloody Siren's Inn, one for the Harbor Master's building, and one for an unnamed merchant's tiny shop.
As the group settles, Mynath nudges Drasnir, a bit too close for the druchii's comfort, and flicks his head sideways; two yawning and heavy-eyed guards were taking their post against a series of crates and barrels, all piled in front of a collapsing building's entrance.
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OOC - Thanks kajchi
As they made their way to the docks, Amalii pondered upon Drasnir's words - in particular, naming Athyia a mage. She certainly does look the part, the khainite mused to herself - though what a sorceress would be doing so far from the convent, taking work as a mercenary, Amalii could only guess at. Mage or not, Athyia's plan ignited a certain predatory delight within Amalii, though the khainite was loathe to openly agree with her.
Distracted by her thoughts, and by Arkath's attempts to dislodge her from the front of the pack, Amalii was pleasantly surprised to find that dawn's light also brought with it the tell-tale sounds of the docks. Before long, they were standing at their destination - looking out at the sprawling hive of activity which had begun along the wharf. Amalii glanced at the three closest signs before speaking her mind,
"I say we head to the tavern, innkeepers are usually willing to share a thing or two. With the correct persuasion, of course," she reasoned, her amber eyes glinting at the prospect of violence.
"Besides," she continued, "we might find some of our fellow hunters in there, or at least a few drunkards who have finished the night shifts."
Amalii wants to go to the Bloody Siren's Inn, but will wait to hear her companions thoughts before acting.
As they made their way to the docks, Amalii pondered upon Drasnir's words - in particular, naming Athyia a mage. She certainly does look the part, the khainite mused to herself - though what a sorceress would be doing so far from the convent, taking work as a mercenary, Amalii could only guess at. Mage or not, Athyia's plan ignited a certain predatory delight within Amalii, though the khainite was loathe to openly agree with her.
Distracted by her thoughts, and by Arkath's attempts to dislodge her from the front of the pack, Amalii was pleasantly surprised to find that dawn's light also brought with it the tell-tale sounds of the docks. Before long, they were standing at their destination - looking out at the sprawling hive of activity which had begun along the wharf. Amalii glanced at the three closest signs before speaking her mind,
"I say we head to the tavern, innkeepers are usually willing to share a thing or two. With the correct persuasion, of course," she reasoned, her amber eyes glinting at the prospect of violence.
"Besides," she continued, "we might find some of our fellow hunters in there, or at least a few drunkards who have finished the night shifts."
Amalii wants to go to the Bloody Siren's Inn, but will wait to hear her companions thoughts before acting.
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If we keep acting like this we will be dead by dusk. Thought Drasnir grimly as they finally reached the docks. Still at least Mynath seemed to be alert as she nudged him and pointed out a single collapsing building, completely unremarkable but for the fact that two Druchii stood guarding it. Upon seeing it a surge of excitement filled him as his past nature reasterted itself. The thrill of the heist.
While he was still looking at the building Amalii made clear her desire to investigate the inn, she probably just wants to get drunk. "I suggest we split up, we'll cover more ground that way. I'm going to find out whats in that building, although I'll need one of you to distract the guards." Then Amalii's exact words pushed themselves to the forefront of his mind. "Amalii I hope that persuasion you refer to isn't blatent violence? We should save that for Kay rather than a room full of drunken corsairs."
Having spoken his part Drasnir began to head obliquely towards the ruined building zigzagging from stall to stall so his approach would not be obvious and hoping that one of his companions would follow. Its good to be back in the game.
Drasnir will say his part and then head towards the guarded building, concealing his approach by heading there via several of the stalls that littere the quayside.
While he was still looking at the building Amalii made clear her desire to investigate the inn, she probably just wants to get drunk. "I suggest we split up, we'll cover more ground that way. I'm going to find out whats in that building, although I'll need one of you to distract the guards." Then Amalii's exact words pushed themselves to the forefront of his mind. "Amalii I hope that persuasion you refer to isn't blatent violence? We should save that for Kay rather than a room full of drunken corsairs."
Having spoken his part Drasnir began to head obliquely towards the ruined building zigzagging from stall to stall so his approach would not be obvious and hoping that one of his companions would follow. Its good to be back in the game.
Drasnir will say his part and then head towards the guarded building, concealing his approach by heading there via several of the stalls that littere the quayside.
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While Arkath was busy finding his way to the docks, the others were starting to form a plan. Even though he was only listening with half an ear, he suddenly cocked his head when he heard the word “mage” drop. Interested, he looked behind him, only now remembering the shadowy figure that was having a slight quarrel with the female khainite. Arkath's gaze shifted from the women's dark robes to the slight glow coming from her staff. Looks like a mage indeed, what's she up too so far from the coven? If anything, she'll probably just get us in to trouble...
Caught up in his thoughts, Arkath didn't even notice the party had reached the docks. Again, the others seemed eager to continue on their mission, before Arkath could even speak, the male shade decided to infiltrate a shabby looking build to Arkath's left. Altough the guards were practically asleep, and danger was minimum, Arkath didn't see the use. With a quick motion, Arkath grabbed Drasnir by the arm. Stop, he hissed. Don't be reckless. For one, I don't see any reason why you would even be interested in that building. If anything, the guards standing in front of it are probably a better information source than that old wreck. And secondly, if you're so keen to split up, it might be smart to make some arrangements about finding each other again. And lastly, if we split, we should at least stay in pairs. Now then, if you're still so keen on investigating that building, go ahead. I suggest Amalii and Mynath go check out the tavern, this way we each have one of the autarii. Then Arkath stopped, only now realizing that he had paired himself with the mage. With a sigh, he continued. We,will try to distract the guards while Drasnir does his thing. Who knows, we might even be able to get some information out of them.he said, nodding at Athyia, only now realizing that she had disappeared. Were the hell did she go? Whatever, I guess this means I will talk to the guards alone...
Arkath will tell the others of his plan, and wait a bit to see if they agree.
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Caught up in his thoughts, Arkath didn't even notice the party had reached the docks. Again, the others seemed eager to continue on their mission, before Arkath could even speak, the male shade decided to infiltrate a shabby looking build to Arkath's left. Altough the guards were practically asleep, and danger was minimum, Arkath didn't see the use. With a quick motion, Arkath grabbed Drasnir by the arm. Stop, he hissed. Don't be reckless. For one, I don't see any reason why you would even be interested in that building. If anything, the guards standing in front of it are probably a better information source than that old wreck. And secondly, if you're so keen to split up, it might be smart to make some arrangements about finding each other again. And lastly, if we split, we should at least stay in pairs. Now then, if you're still so keen on investigating that building, go ahead. I suggest Amalii and Mynath go check out the tavern, this way we each have one of the autarii. Then Arkath stopped, only now realizing that he had paired himself with the mage. With a sigh, he continued. We,will try to distract the guards while Drasnir does his thing. Who knows, we might even be able to get some information out of them.he said, nodding at Athyia, only now realizing that she had disappeared. Were the hell did she go? Whatever, I guess this means I will talk to the guards alone...
Arkath will tell the others of his plan, and wait a bit to see if they agree.
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Athyia followed the others out onto the docks, looking about at this new and unfamiliar scene as the group moved through it. Everywhere boats and larger corsair ships were tied in anchor, some of them manned by vicious looking crews who unloaded their wares or prepared their ships to sail off once again. Above a few dozen harpies circled in the air, letting out the occasional unnerving shriek or landing on some nearby rocks just offshore. An avatar of death to many corsairs, Athyia found herself quite fond of the creatures and their presence here above the cities docks. As she let such thoughts subside she realised the group had stopped walking, and so she stopped with them. Before them stood a tall age worn building which looked as though it was in the process of slowly collapsing, its doorway defended by two weary looking guards. Also before them was an inn, The Bloody Siren, and a small merchant shop which didn't display its name.
Athyia had spoken her mind to the group, expressing her desire to let the other mercenary groups take the risks and learn from their success, but it seemed the others wanted to go ahead and investigate some of these new locations. Amalii wanted to go to the inn, and Drasnir was already heading off towards the crumbling building despite its guards. Both of them could do with a partner in their investigations, since the building was guarded and the inn was no doubt full of hostile corsairs, but the group numbered five. Let the others follow these two into the dark, I will try and source my own lead to Vindik Kay she thought as she silently strolled off in another direction, the base of her staff tapping on the wooden peirs with every step. Leaving the others to their own investigations, Athyia headed over to the merchants shop to take a look around.
As she crossed the short distance to the door, a thought struck her and she had an idea. Their new employer Valkor, if such a term was really to be used for him already, had told them that their target had been smuggling slaves in without paying his due to the Witch King. If that was so, then he was clearly some sort of captain on a raiding corsair ship, and would likely be bringing back his wares as often as possible, trying to sell them quickly and without drawing much attention to himself. He played a dangerous game, and so would likely leave few clues to his whereabouts if any at all, but Athyia reckoned she had already sussed out his only weakness. A man can't sell his slaves if he won't talk to those who need to buy them...
Will go into the small merchants shop and take a look around, keeping an ear open for their targets' name. If nothing comes of this for a few minutes or the shop is empty but for its keeper, she will go over to the shop keeper and ask where she can buy some slaves.
Athyia had spoken her mind to the group, expressing her desire to let the other mercenary groups take the risks and learn from their success, but it seemed the others wanted to go ahead and investigate some of these new locations. Amalii wanted to go to the inn, and Drasnir was already heading off towards the crumbling building despite its guards. Both of them could do with a partner in their investigations, since the building was guarded and the inn was no doubt full of hostile corsairs, but the group numbered five. Let the others follow these two into the dark, I will try and source my own lead to Vindik Kay she thought as she silently strolled off in another direction, the base of her staff tapping on the wooden peirs with every step. Leaving the others to their own investigations, Athyia headed over to the merchants shop to take a look around.
As she crossed the short distance to the door, a thought struck her and she had an idea. Their new employer Valkor, if such a term was really to be used for him already, had told them that their target had been smuggling slaves in without paying his due to the Witch King. If that was so, then he was clearly some sort of captain on a raiding corsair ship, and would likely be bringing back his wares as often as possible, trying to sell them quickly and without drawing much attention to himself. He played a dangerous game, and so would likely leave few clues to his whereabouts if any at all, but Athyia reckoned she had already sussed out his only weakness. A man can't sell his slaves if he won't talk to those who need to buy them...
Will go into the small merchants shop and take a look around, keeping an ear open for their targets' name. If nothing comes of this for a few minutes or the shop is empty but for its keeper, she will go over to the shop keeper and ask where she can buy some slaves.
Drasnir stopped short as Arkath grabbed his arm, instinctivly his other arm went for the sword at his waist but he restrained himself and instead to Arkath with a forced smile. "Let me illuminate you then, that building is completely inconspicuous apart from two factors. The first is that its guarded, if there are guards then that means there is something worth guarding inside which means there is something important or valuable or both inside that building. The second is the fact its completely inconspicuous, if you were going to flout the Witch Kings laws then you would hardly put up a sign advertising the fact. No, instead you would find somewhere unlikely to attract attention, somewhere like that building.
"Now if you want to question those guards then go ahead, question them, joke with them, flirt with them, do whatever you want so long as they keep looking at you. Help me get inside and if I find anything valuable inside I'll share it with you."
If Arkath agrees to distract the guards Drasnir will start trying to find a way inside.
"Now if you want to question those guards then go ahead, question them, joke with them, flirt with them, do whatever you want so long as they keep looking at you. Help me get inside and if I find anything valuable inside I'll share it with you."
If Arkath agrees to distract the guards Drasnir will start trying to find a way inside.
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Managing to bite back a retort to Drasnir's reproach towards her suggested methods, Amalii instead listened to Arkath's plans.Farewell then, Athyia she thought to herself as the druchii woman wordlessly stalked off mid-way through the conversation. Disregarding the austere behavior with a shake of her head, Amalii turned her attention back to the task at hand. Arkath had paired her with Mynath, should the shade agree. Shrugging her agreement, Amalii turned to Mynath,
"Suits me well enough. Perhaps we can turn up something useful, while Drasnir investigates every guarded building in Vikarh,"
If Mynath agrees, go with her to the Bloody Siren. If not, Amalii will go by herself.
"Suits me well enough. Perhaps we can turn up something useful, while Drasnir investigates every guarded building in Vikarh,"
If Mynath agrees, go with her to the Bloody Siren. If not, Amalii will go by herself.
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"Well, if they think they can handle the guards, we'll see how competent they are very soon. It shouldn't take too long to go to this Inn, but are you sure that the other mercenaries won't have already gotten any information from there? Perhaps we should wait a bit and see if we can get something out of them." Besides, it's not like I would be much help getting information there, save as perhaps one of the scary Autarii from the wilderness who might eat their flesh.
Mynath believes it would be wiser to wait and interrogate one of the mercenary groups, but will go along if Amalii still wishes to go inside
Mynath believes it would be wiser to wait and interrogate one of the mercenary groups, but will go along if Amalii still wishes to go inside
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The shade seemed hesitant to enter the tavern, but Amalii had long since grown bored of standing around and waiting for a decision to be reached.
"If there is information to be had from the inn, then we shall take it - whether our source be the staff or our fellow mercenaries," she told Mynath sincerely, "That is, if you even remember what they looked like," the khainite added as an afterthought, struggling to conjure any of the faces from the previous night.
To the inn!
OOC - Sorry, I wasn't really sure if the situation required another post from me. I made one to be safe, but would my assent have been assumed had I not done so?
"If there is information to be had from the inn, then we shall take it - whether our source be the staff or our fellow mercenaries," she told Mynath sincerely, "That is, if you even remember what they looked like," the khainite added as an afterthought, struggling to conjure any of the faces from the previous night.
To the inn!
OOC - Sorry, I wasn't really sure if the situation required another post from me. I made one to be safe, but would my assent have been assumed had I not done so?
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Gold: 10
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Dragonsbreath wrote:OOC - Sorry, I wasn't really sure if the situation required another post from me. I made one to be safe, but would my assent have been assumed had I not done so?
Yes, you made it clear you wanted to go to the inn, regardless of who else went. Don't worry; it will be hard to overpost.
The group stands in a circular form for some time deciding what to do, long enough for a few of the morning’s passersby to take note of the armed group. Most are gruff merchants, still yawning amongst the bits of sun stretching overhead. Any who turn a curious eye to the group, however, quietly turn their attention elsewhere as the group disperses, thinking nothing of the arms and suspicious faces in this part of the city…
Arkath and Drasnir turn in place and walk towards the abandoned factory. As they walk, the shade breaks off, weaving his way through the stalls and merchants just beginning to right themselves. He moves through the cold looks and morning air into a side alley, where the shade notes a broken window among the long rows of glass. The building is three stories high, with windows spaced evenly across the building’s facing. From the corner of his eye, Drasnir watches Arkath walk directly up to the guards before ducking forward. Peering through the broken window, Drasnir notes the collapsing wooden structure and the thick level of dust covering the floor. There are a few foot prints in the dust, the size of children’s feet, coming from some other opening in the building and leading to the staircase in the center of the factory floor room…
Arkath approaches the guards as steadily as he can muster. Both of the guards are wearing typical druchii armour, chainmail serrated on the corners with crackling black steel. They wield thin swords and tall shields, and a handbow is dangling from one’s belt loop. One is stretching, cracking his neck and opening and closing his fists, while the other catches sight of Arkath making a straight line to their post. As Arkath stops in front of the guards and the pile of barrels and crates, the second guard stands straight and speaks first; “What you want here?”
Athyia steps into the merchant shop, the dangle of an overhead bell announcing her arrival. The shop is dimly lit and empty save for a hunched figure leaning over a glass case. Covering every inch of the tight shop are long planks stapled to the walls. Each has a random assortment of odds and ends: skulls, organs in jars, more than one stuffed animal… Two eyes peer up as the door closes behind the mage.
“Can I help you, my dear?”
Athyia hesitates briefly. “I’ve come to inquire about making a purchase.” The shopkeep reverts his eyes back to some set of objects in the glass case. He doesn’t seem to be impressed, knowing full well any “purchase” made outside of the daylight is ripe with risk.
“And what would one such as yourself be looking for, my dear?” Athyia sneers at the last word. What an insolent old man, better to torture him and sap the energy from his death… though, she also quickly makes the connection that druchii don’t become old without some skill.
“I’m interested in purchasing a few slaves,” the mage speaks, biting back her anger.
The shopkeeper tightens his eyes, his anger not nearly as contained as Athyia’s. “Do you see any slaves hanging from my walls? Do I look like a purveyor of living flesh? I don’t know what game you are playing, woman, but you are wasting my time. Now leave before the crowds come, and I pay them to take something out of my shop.”
GM Note: When responding to this part, please include where your character is (inn, factory, shop) in the opening.
Arkath and Drasnir turn in place and walk towards the abandoned factory. As they walk, the shade breaks off, weaving his way through the stalls and merchants just beginning to right themselves. He moves through the cold looks and morning air into a side alley, where the shade notes a broken window among the long rows of glass. The building is three stories high, with windows spaced evenly across the building’s facing. From the corner of his eye, Drasnir watches Arkath walk directly up to the guards before ducking forward. Peering through the broken window, Drasnir notes the collapsing wooden structure and the thick level of dust covering the floor. There are a few foot prints in the dust, the size of children’s feet, coming from some other opening in the building and leading to the staircase in the center of the factory floor room…
Arkath approaches the guards as steadily as he can muster. Both of the guards are wearing typical druchii armour, chainmail serrated on the corners with crackling black steel. They wield thin swords and tall shields, and a handbow is dangling from one’s belt loop. One is stretching, cracking his neck and opening and closing his fists, while the other catches sight of Arkath making a straight line to their post. As Arkath stops in front of the guards and the pile of barrels and crates, the second guard stands straight and speaks first; “What you want here?”
Athyia steps into the merchant shop, the dangle of an overhead bell announcing her arrival. The shop is dimly lit and empty save for a hunched figure leaning over a glass case. Covering every inch of the tight shop are long planks stapled to the walls. Each has a random assortment of odds and ends: skulls, organs in jars, more than one stuffed animal… Two eyes peer up as the door closes behind the mage.
“Can I help you, my dear?”
Athyia hesitates briefly. “I’ve come to inquire about making a purchase.” The shopkeep reverts his eyes back to some set of objects in the glass case. He doesn’t seem to be impressed, knowing full well any “purchase” made outside of the daylight is ripe with risk.
“And what would one such as yourself be looking for, my dear?” Athyia sneers at the last word. What an insolent old man, better to torture him and sap the energy from his death… though, she also quickly makes the connection that druchii don’t become old without some skill.
“I’m interested in purchasing a few slaves,” the mage speaks, biting back her anger.
The shopkeeper tightens his eyes, his anger not nearly as contained as Athyia’s. “Do you see any slaves hanging from my walls? Do I look like a purveyor of living flesh? I don’t know what game you are playing, woman, but you are wasting my time. Now leave before the crowds come, and I pay them to take something out of my shop.”
GM Note: When responding to this part, please include where your character is (inn, factory, shop) in the opening.
Amalii and Mynath watch the rest of the group leave before the khainite turns and walks towards the Bloody Siren, the shade following and taking care to look for signs of the other mercenaries…
The pair opens the door of the inn with a heavy creak. As they step in, the smell of vomit hits the pair, who stop in the low lighting and peer into the single visible room. There are four tables spread across the area, each one dropping with spilled ales. Only one is still sitting, a group of corsairs seemingly passed out in their four chairs, some with heads dangling back and others with faces planted in the wood. A small bar is along the left side, where a druchii bar maid is wiping some deep red substance off of the counter. She notes your presence as you enter, but doesn’t seem to take much from it as she continues to clean. There is a pair of stairs leading up in the back of the inn, next to a single door that Mynath notes does not have a light peering from underneath the frame...
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Athyia entered the small shop and took a quick look around. It seemed like some sort of trophy shop, with skulls and organs from various different species, along with other stranger wares. There was nobody but the shops keeper inside, so the Mage quietly approached him. The old Druchii looked up at her and asked what she needed, so she told him she needed to find a place to buy slaves. This request received quite a reaction from the old shop keeper, who quickly asked her to leave him alone. Seems like he does know something after all, Athyia thought to herself and she turned on the spot and strode back out onto the docks, Anyone that afraid to talk about the slave trade knows something dodgy is going on nearby. Maybe even right nextdoor...
Looking around for any sign of the others, Athyia made her way over to the guarded building, ignoring the tavern for the time being.
Athyia will catch up with Arkath and Drasnir at the old building. Assuming Akarth is still talking to the guards at this point while Drasnir is doing some recon out of sight, Athyia will head over to Arkath and lend her 'support' in any discussion. By that, I mean she will stand there silently and look intimidating.
Looking around for any sign of the others, Athyia made her way over to the guarded building, ignoring the tavern for the time being.
Athyia will catch up with Arkath and Drasnir at the old building. Assuming Akarth is still talking to the guards at this point while Drasnir is doing some recon out of sight, Athyia will head over to Arkath and lend her 'support' in any discussion. By that, I mean she will stand there silently and look intimidating.
Out of my way you runts. Do you not recognize your betters when you see them?
After going over several plans of action, Arkath had decided on the simple beauty of an improvised bluff. Now that he was standing in front of the armored guards though, he was beginning to regret his decision. The dice had been cast, however and there was no turning back now. Looking at the two tired figures, Arkath guessed that they had stood guard all night and were probably waiting until they would by relieved from their duties by the next shift. With a contemptuous look on his face, Arkath continued his bluff.
The others will not be coming to relieve you from your station, our master has other matters for them to take care of. Just when Arkath was running out of ideas, he felt a weird sensation going up his spine. So athiya has decided to honour us with her pressence once more, Arkath thought sarcasticly.I might aswell make use of it.
As you can see, I have someone with me to inspect the wares, Arkath said, gesturing to athiya with his hand. Our lord and master has commanded me to relieve you two from your duties until further notice. Now begone, my client has requested privacy. Hoping that has bluff, along with his appearance that was not unlike that of a slave master would be enough, Arkath turned to Athiya and beckoned her inside.
After going over several plans of action, Arkath had decided on the simple beauty of an improvised bluff. Now that he was standing in front of the armored guards though, he was beginning to regret his decision. The dice had been cast, however and there was no turning back now. Looking at the two tired figures, Arkath guessed that they had stood guard all night and were probably waiting until they would by relieved from their duties by the next shift. With a contemptuous look on his face, Arkath continued his bluff.
The others will not be coming to relieve you from your station, our master has other matters for them to take care of. Just when Arkath was running out of ideas, he felt a weird sensation going up his spine. So athiya has decided to honour us with her pressence once more, Arkath thought sarcasticly.I might aswell make use of it.
As you can see, I have someone with me to inspect the wares, Arkath said, gesturing to athiya with his hand. Our lord and master has commanded me to relieve you two from your duties until further notice. Now begone, my client has requested privacy. Hoping that has bluff, along with his appearance that was not unlike that of a slave master would be enough, Arkath turned to Athiya and beckoned her inside.