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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 22, 2008 19:58:08 GMT -6
Richter topped off his liquor and slammed the bottle down on the table. He hadn't had a good liquor in a long time. The only thing really bothering him was the obnoxious, loudmouthed, black haired fool, and the sinister eyed swordsman. The first was a moron, and the second looked like a slimy lizard out for blood. Whatever, he could probably take him in a fight. He didn't really mind this Crowley fellow. At least he seemed like he knew what he was doing.
"...well, currently we are trying to regroup while searching for information about a mercenary army in Etruria by someone they call 'The High Inquisitor'." Richter heard Rayl say as he tuned into his long tiresome rant as it finished. "Raymond," he said, "I was just in Etruria city. I think I met some people who might know something about the 'High Inquistor' ordeal."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 22, 2008 20:02:56 GMT -6
"Oh, I owe you BIG time." complete sarcasm in that, as Rayl fumbled through his cloak and to his belt, where he took what appeared to be an empty vulnerary bottled, and set it down before his mercenary companion," Here's a shot. Tell no one about it." Rayl couldn't remember if he actually told anyone about his not drinking anymore until just there, deciding to focus on everything before his birthday (AKA the day where everything went horribly WRONG.), as he continued to eat his pile of bacon, quiet inside a loud bar.
"So...about this Etruria city...do you mean Delphia, it's capital?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 22, 2008 23:25:51 GMT -6
Richter paused. This was actually his first time in Etruria now that he thought about it. Back when he worked as a contracted mercenary in Ilia, his jobs usually took him to Lycia or Bern. Actually he had no idea what city he'd been in. Now he'd sound like an idiot. It wasn't that he was just oblivious, he just hadn't cared much about location at the time.
"Delphia is the city with Kraft's castle, right? If it is, then yes, I was in Delphia." He twirled his liquor bottle in his hand. "I'm not really...familiar with the layout of Etruria. First time here."
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
Posts: 212
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Post by Crowley on Sept 23, 2008 6:21:19 GMT -6
"This... High Inquisitor, he is up to something. His castle is in Delphia allright. It's big and filled with soldiers." He let his beer twirl in the pint for a few seconds before emptying the mug. He did a quick gesture at the bartender that he wanted a few more pints. Only for him and perhaps one for Wylie of course.
"It's a tricky situation. You have to know that there's a person in Etruria that wants our heads. Yes even yours. He's called the Herald, there's not much known about this fellow. All I know is that there's a massive pile of gold waiting for the person who catches us... We've had some, uh, trouble along the way. Luckily we met this fair maiden..." And he pointed at Natalie and winked at her, "...and this pegasus rider."
The bartender arrived with the drinks and Crowley quickly nodded at Rayl to show that he had to pause for a second. He downed the beers rather quickly, since he was eager to tell the tale.
"So, well, we're on the run. We are prey. Going to Delphia will only worsen it. We'll have to be disguised, and I'm normally not the person to say this, since I'm loud and drunk myself, but this fellow there." And he shook his head in Night's direction "Is way too loud."
He smiled at Night to show that no harm was done.
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Night
Mercenary
[M:-700]
Posts: 140
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Post by Night on Sept 23, 2008 8:59:06 GMT -6
Night grinned and raised his own fresh tankard of beer. "No grudged here, mate." he assured. "And don't worry, I can be all incognito and stuff when I gotta be." he assured. "So...Boss...we getting into this or what?" he asked, looking at his so called 'Boss' (Who never paid him.)
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Tobias
Myrmidon
DEAD
I've got a better idea: let's do it my way
Posts: 78
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Post by Tobias on Sept 23, 2008 10:40:31 GMT -6
Even though he was looking around the pub, he was still listening to the conversation. He wasn't paying much attention, but still managed to get the general idea of what was going on, though a lot of it was stuff he already knew or didn't care about.
After a while he decided that anything he wanted to do would be considered 'trouble' by Crowley, so he asked again, without bothering to lower his voice. "Are you sure I can't kill this guy? He seems like the only person who could possibly be more of a pain in the ass then me, and I mean that."
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 23, 2008 13:44:04 GMT -6
"Well," Richter said, addressing Crowley, "What do you suggest we do?" He shook his head. "I mean, I'm not wanted, so I don't really have an issue." He propped his feet up on the bar. "I honestly couldn't care what we do as long as it means I get to do something."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 23, 2008 14:56:02 GMT -6
Rayl waited calmly as Crowley explained everything else, taking a moment to look for the aforementioned Pegasus Rider, with some sad hope it might have been Persephone, those dead feelings in him bubbling up for a moment before dieing down. Where did she go anyways? He simply gave the different Pegasus Rider a smile, before turning back towards the mercenary before him.
But once Crowley had completely finished, he simply laughed," Crowley: I've been attacked by a Dragon. I am wanted by Bern. Countless people want to see me torn limb from limb by wild horses. Etruria and this Herald are just another place and person who want me dead. I'm in. I'm in up to my neck in water anyways." he smirked beneath his bandanna,"As for that guy who keeps glaring at me (Tobias), just let him know he's paying for his own drinks tonight." That guy seriously was starting to piss off the cavalier. Heck, if Rayl had his lance, he could easily take that guy down, but since he still lacked all too much skill with a blade, he'd have to wait on that, though he wouldn't anyways: He was a member of the group, sadly.
"You can tag along if you'd still like, I address this to you three." Indicating Richter, Jackie, and Darius individually," But as The Magnificent says here, it's going to be dangerous. Jackie knows that one well enough." saying this since she was at the dragon incident as well.
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Sireace
The "Before" years
Likes cowardly cavaliers[M:0]
Our world is filled with people who are diffrent,difficult, and deranged.
Posts: 86
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Post by Sireace on Sept 23, 2008 16:39:39 GMT -6
Sireace finaly reached her destination. "Great.." She said with a sigh. Not surpring of Rayl to pick a bar. She smiled slightly. She careful and quietly slipped into the load enterior, glancing around. It looked like most everone was here already. She eavesdropped for a few moment, picking up the latest news, before making her way over to where Rayl, Night, and Richter where sitting. "Am me? Can i come?" She asked Rayl with a smile. (forgive me if this ether the wrong place/the wrong thing to say, i've been out of it for a whille..my bad. ><;;
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Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 23, 2008 17:09:12 GMT -6
The familiar voice almost made the man spill his milk...
Correction, he did all over the table, as he quickly looked up to see who it was, but relaxed when he found himself looking at Sireace, which must have meant the other three stragglers should be around, as he nodded his head in approval," Good to have you back Sireace. I'm assuming the others are with you." and quietly and to himself, he muttered,and appearantly the gods want me to drink...oh well, nothing wrong with a LITTLE disobedience for good reason, right...?
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Darius
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Oblivion must be a nice place!
Posts: 45
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Post by Darius on Sept 23, 2008 17:10:28 GMT -6
Darius had been sitting in the shadows waiting for the comotion to end. He was glad that Sireace had made it, and hoped the others were okay. He was a little intimidated by all the new people he didn't know, so he was staying back a little. He wasn't a big drinker anyways, and was glad that nobody had invited him to drink with them. He didn't think he could stomach many drinks anyways, he didn't think his body could support to much alcohol. He still wished that he could talk to Rayl, or Sireace, or Jackie, or even Leeroy Jenkins. Maybe not Leeroy Jenkins though.
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
Posts: 172
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Post by Wylie on Sept 23, 2008 20:19:02 GMT -6
(OoC: Far out this is turning into the thread of the century. lol.)
Crow had surprised Wylie. He didn't seem to despise Rayl at all, despite their less-than-friendly parting. Maybe it was time for Wylie to forgive Rayl as well. His obvious dislike of Tobias was a plus.
He spoke up, "Well I think the first question we have to ask ourselves is who are we going to attack first? The High Inquisitor or the Herald? It seems to me that the Inquisitor will be very well protected, and taking out the Herald might be a good way removing some of his power." He continued on, "If these guys are all religious fanatics, maybe the death of their Herald will be some sort of sign from above for them to back off?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Sept 23, 2008 21:39:19 GMT -6
Richter scratched his chin at the blue haired man's suggestion. "That's actually a really good idea," he said aloud. "The herald will probably be a lot easy to kill than the High Inquisitor himself." He pondered this for a second. "Everyone in Delphia was praising and celebrating him." His face grew a bit darker. "Apparently, rumor is he can even cure lepers."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Sept 23, 2008 22:01:04 GMT -6
"But we must first find out where he is, how protected he is, if at all, but most importantly..." He turned to Sireace, since Rayne was most likely nearby, that meant only one VERY important thing," Where is my Bernese Mustang?" He could help but grin, since he had originally ridden a simple horse for minor rides for fun, but he remembered, almost fondly, how he had hijacked his new horse from the Bernese soldier he had been fighting down the twisting alleyways and streets. It was a loyal horse, but the Pheraen knight STILL couldn't think of what to name his trusted, military steed.
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
Posts: 212
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Post by Crowley on Sept 24, 2008 2:43:25 GMT -6
Crowley then sighed after Rayl's explanation. It seemed that Rayl had changed from a wimpy, naive, arrogant younling, to a somewhat brave, strong man. He couldn't forgive him though.
"Okay. Well, I guess we'll all in this together. After all, we have no choice. To kill or to die. And if we can get rid of this Herald, the person I suggest to kill, we'll help the others too. The ones who hunt down zombieheroes." Crowley was all serious today. He was tired and he missed the old days. The days were they could at least stand up and proudly say that they were the ones who slayed Roland. Today, this would be madness. The constant hiding pissed him off. He drank his last beers and took one last look at Rayl before commencing the emptying of many, many beers.
"Also, I still haven't forgiven you. I know that it's a while. But Crowley doesn't forget that fast. And your friend here," And he looked at Night, "Has potential... perhaps, but it takes more than muscle to be a succesful hero. It takes brain and bravery." He then moved his seat closer to Wylie. He wanted to discuss all of this.
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