Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 24, 2011 17:49:19 GMT -6
Bern. Again. Other than Illia probably the bestplace to be for a Mercenary. Especially now. A good place to begin a Mercenary group. And now in the city of Geringia, he had put up posters for The Wolfpack Mercenaries. It said that he was looking for recruits and jobs. It said he could be found staying at the Wyverns Arm Pub.
Selibas now sat leaned back in his chair. He wasn't sure where Synkkis was. He placed his sword on the table, took a gulp of his Bourbon. He waited.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jan 24, 2011 21:15:30 GMT -6
A purple robed man enclasped with a brooch and hooded hid all noticable features except the small bit of decorative armor that hung from his shoulder. The skies were grey and dark with storm-clouds. It was to rain soon.
The man, with a large hulk underneath his cloak, clamored into the Wyvern's Arm. His boots made a lot of noise hitting the hard wood floor, gaining only a small amount of attention. The door opened by the stranger let the heavy smells of ale and tobacco out, and letting the cool and fresh air in. The disturbance left a wake in the haze of the pub.
Unvieling himself by setting his cloak on a rack, Synkkis Kyyneltya had a spring in his step. It was probably the first time the dark pupil had gone without his cloak, the tight-fitting and dark shirt with bare arms showed some of his tattoos as well as the bone necklace he wore. His belt carried multiple trinkets and instruments, as well as a napsack that clutched to his leg that had a map and his tome poking out of it. He held multiple scrolls underneath his arms and laid them out in front of the mercenary that sat alone at the table.
"Ze adzvertizementz I promiz't. It vould be vize zu put zem up aft-zehr ze schtorm." the Ilian said in his thick accent. He felt energized by the dull weather, it reminding him of back home. He was sick of the bright sunshine and open plains.
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Archer
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Posts: 5
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Post by Archer on Jan 24, 2011 22:04:55 GMT -6
The trip from Sacae had been long, but uneventful. I had kept up a steady pace of jogging, but it had still taken me several week. I had lived off the land where I could, my dried beef running out early in my journey. Fresh berries and small animals donated themselves to my cause along the journey, continuing the circle of life.
Originally, I had no planned city in mind. Money was of no object to me; I was resourceful and could easily produce some gold whenever needed, though not always through so-called "legal" means. That was one major downfall of these populated areas; laws were in place, and most of them enforced. Men wasn't made to have laws! The strong survived, and the weak died. It's how I'd been raised; it's what I'd been taught at my priory; it's how I lived.
Why had I stopped in this city of Bern, this city of Geringia? That was another strange idea...places having names such as these! What's wrong with "city" or "forest"? But alas, I keep getting lost in my thoughts. The mindless travel was over, and it was time to pay attention. The noises of the town came back to me in a wave as I focused. The well-beaten paved path was filled with other humans, but they always gave way when a horse or other larger animal came through. Shopkeepers and stall owners barked at customers, getting the best price for their goods. Children played ball in the street, rolling around in the dust and wrestling each other down. And there was always multiple sly figures wandering about...either men who would perform any hired task for the right price, and women who felt the same way...and yet very different.
My robe billowed out behind me in the slight wind, the darkening sky overhead promising a weather change. This reveled my slim, toned body and the outline of a hilt on my belt. But it seemed as if having a weapon was of no consquence here. Not everyone had one, but I wasn't the only one with a blade. My feet were covered in some deerskin shoes, which I had never worn inside the monastery and still wasn't completely comfortable with. My face and overall look was quite dirty, as a bath had been long ago. My dirty blond hair looked more brown at this point, and was just long enough for the wind to tug it down into my eyes. That was something I'd have to deal with, and soon.
Stopping briefly, I blew away the dust from a sign nailed to a streetpost. The rough, penciled lettering was advertising some sort of mercenary company...looking for either jobs or recruits. I had no money, but then again, who would I need to hire anyone? On the flip side, working to earn a bit of cash and maybe travel a bit...this is exactly the kind of opportunity I was looking for on my sabbatical. A way to somewhat connect with and become less afraid of other people. And the ad advertised a tavern, which had to be nearby. A quick glance and walk around and five minutes later, I closed the door into the tavern.
My eyes took a second to adjust to the lowered light. If you had to give an example of a tavern, this would be it. There were several shady fellows about, either with drinks or without. One man stuck out in particular, a big guy, with big, bare arms and a bone necklace. He was sitting across from a man who looked relaxed and confident...if I had to make a guess, I'd say this was the guy the ad talked about. But approaching another human directly? Nothing doing. So I set myself at a barstool, facing the two huddled around the table. The barkeep came over and made an inquiry as to what I wanted. I wasn't much of an alcohol drinker, nothing good ever seemed to come out of drinking. I asked for a water, and despite a dirty look, it was brought to me. I sipped it, my eyes scanning the room, but paying close attention to the couple at the table. If they didn't notice a stranger keeping an eye on them, then they had no business getting anywhere near me with a weapon.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jan 24, 2011 22:37:11 GMT -6
The tall and slim magician opened one of the scrolls, an artist's depiction of a pack of winter wolves standing in a semi-circle, their sickeningly bright yellow eyes peering outward to the viewer. Above was written in bold ink, "WOLFPACK MERCENARIES" and below was a detailed explaination of where to sign up upon other false statements to allure the dim-witted and simple-minded. There wasn't a lot of room for truth right now. The truth wouldn't get ranks filled.
"I made more pozterz fur you juzt in case ve continzue on toh-vard de heart ov Bern vhere... Vell... You know." the deeply accented shaman-in-training said with quite a bit of bravado. He noticed his lack of composure and his looseness with his tongue, and stood up straight. "Since the skies have darkened, it will most likely rain for most of tonight and perhaps tomorrow morning. We should probably stay here in Geringia for at least tonight." Synkkis informed Selibas, remembering to keep his tongue in check.
He sat a chair away from the green-armored mercenary, making sure his back was up against the corner of the pub. Synkkis hated it when people were behind him. The suprisingly upbeat elder magic user noticed the glass of bourbon Selibas was sipping on and started to calm a bit. "I will let you drink your liquor in peace, Selibas. We have all day to speak of strategies and tactics anyways."
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 25, 2011 13:40:06 GMT -6
Selibas nodded to Synkkis. If there were more posters he didn't really need to take down the posters. But he would, he needed to keep posters so he could put as many as possible in any town. Selibas would get to that in a second. He saw a man looking at him from the bar. Selibas drained his Bourbon and got up lifting his sword and resting it on his shoulder.
He walked over to the man and leaned against the bar next to her. He placed his arm holding his sword on the bar. He looked up toward the other man, "Problem?"
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Jan 25, 2011 16:56:15 GMT -6
Asri left Lycia three weeks ago, she had enough with that country. Bern, although this country was having a rebellion, it was still a worth place to get money. Anywhere didn't matter, she didn't have any specific place she wanted to go afterall. Asri was a wandering trave-err...thief who would go and work(stealing, robbing) for gold. She stared at the ceiling, she recalled what she did yesterday. What a rich noble she met yesterday. The thief didn't expect that he had so many gold inside his pouch, it was worth of three weeks living in this city, she was really lucky. But...she used everything just in one day to buy an expensive necklace and a dress. Well, she just had to steal again if necessary.
Now, she was taking a break in a pub with weird name, not that she cared though. She gulped her red wine, it was really expensive, but she didn't pay with her own money, it belonged to...someone. Leaning on her chair, she saw a poster on the wall. It was something about mercenary recruitment. But before she could read it, two men approached her.
"Oh, please, not them again." Asri sighed and watched those two trotting toward her with annoyed look in her face. "Hey you *****! Finally! We have been looking for you." The bigger man barked to her followed by the smaller one, "Yeah, you tricked us! That ruby was a fake!!! Now return our money or you will be a dead meat!" They was near but Asri didn't move from her chair.
The thief slammed the table, flipping it, the table hit the two punks right in their face and made them fall to the floor. Asri kicked the table once again which sent it falling toward the two men. She then just jumped over without having even a slight care toward them, she just read the poster without looking back to the table sandwich. "Mercenary, huh? Well, seems interesting." She turned back and shouted. "Hey! Who put this poster here?"
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Archer
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Posts: 5
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Post by Archer on Jan 25, 2011 16:58:20 GMT -6
"Problem?" The voice came out of the apparent leader of this mercenary group. His arm clenched his bared sword on his shoulder, his elbow coming to rest next to me. His slightly imposing figure unnerved me briefly before remembering that this was a very public place, and any attempt at armed combat would very likely end bad for the instigator. Logic took over and my body relaxed.
"No." I replied, my head still turned toward the original table and not looking at the man. "But what are you doing to do with that thing in here?" I questioned, turning to face him. "In these close quarters, I guarantee my hand can reach your windpipe far quicker than you can swing that blade." I laughed inwardly. Sometimes I even surprised myself with my words.
"But I digress! You are only here because I wasn't acting normal, and you would be correct. I assume you are involved with these..."wolfpack mercenaries?" This was as far as I got before a loud crash broke the relative silence of the tavern. Spinning quickly, I watched as two large men who were reeling from a much smaller yet apparently stronger opponent. The table her weapon, she kicked it once more and put the two men into a heap.
The girl, or lady, or woman...whatever she may be, didn't blink an eye before moving over to the table at which the other man sat and began yelling about the poster on it. She could be an interesting character..., I thought. I turned back to my previous conversation and simply raised an eyebrow, question his next move.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jan 25, 2011 17:08:56 GMT -6
The crackling of sparks and the eerie sound of a floating darkness were in control of Kyyneltya's hand. He was most definately ready to cast his spell. The man's crimson eyes lit up as he saw the conflict, unsure who to strike or when to strike. He spied the two angered men and the demanding woman who quickly asked about the poster Selibas put up only but an hour ago. Without hesitation, his piercing eyes met the woman's and the dark pupil shouted. "That would be us."
He was completely unsure what was to happen with the conflict as he saw the men struggle from underneath the table. He was particularly glad he had picked the corner of the pub with multiple tables in between himself and anyone else. 'Difficult terrain. Perfect.' the strategist thought, his book held open and ready to be used.
The earlier timid-looking bartender scrunched her face in anger and flustering. She screamed at the group, holding a crossbow nearly half her size. "NO FIGHTING!"
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 25, 2011 17:26:57 GMT -6
Oh,this guy thought he was fast. Selibas had reason to believe he was a little faster than the guy. Sure he was no peggassus knight, but he could dodge a few hits. No matter, guy seemed interesed so Selibas could teach him who was in charge literally, and figuritively later.
So Selibas stood up straight and said, "Aye, that'd be me. I'm Selibas, the commander I guess. I have one other companion, a strategist. We'd be able to pay you a nice bit of money for each mission, that we get, you participate in." Then Selibas heard some questions about his poster. "Hold that thought."
Selibas walked over to Asri. D*m it, it was still a bit hard for him to talk to her. But hea had to, so stumbling he said, "That w-would of been me m-mam. What would y-your name be and are you interested in giving a mission, or get-get-getting them?"
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Jan 25, 2011 17:48:49 GMT -6
Asri shot an angry glare toward the bartender. It was like her eyes saying "What's your problem?" But she didn't say that and just ignored her. Now she glanced at the purple man in the corner before staring at the green haired man, it seemed he had a problem with his windpipe. She stared at him with puzzled look.
"Well, you sure have a twisted tongue." Asri put her hand on her waist as she said. She was kinda annoyed because she didn't fully understand what he were saying. "Anyway, the name is Asri, but my friends call me Scarlet. Just call me with whatever name you want to. And for the job, I am interested to get one," said her. "But I want to hear about the payment before deciding."
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Archer
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Posts: 5
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Post by Archer on Jan 25, 2011 18:01:14 GMT -6
For a moment, it seemed as if this leader might actually take a swing at me. I would've enjoyed batting his hand aside and tossing him to the floor, but everything in time. Our conversation forgotten with the commotion caused him to pull away, causing me to mull over what he had said.It seems very basic, but isn't that what mercenary work is? Simply finding people who need jobs done, and doing them? This would be a great way for me to obtain battle and traveling experience.... I lifted the glass to my lips and made a slight face at the tepid water.
The mage seems solid enough...from out of town, for sure, and possibly decent in battle. The thief seemed to hold her own, but then again, street thugs aren't exactly the toughest around. No...the main guy to watch would be their leader. He seemed to have some kind battle experience, and I wouldn't mind sparring with him at some point...I guess we'll see what kind of money he will be offering to the others, and I'll make my decision then.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 25, 2011 18:17:11 GMT -6
Selibas stood wondering. Payment seems to be the way to go. Twisted tounge p****d him off a little bit. He said to the girl, "Well Asri, I can't specify what portion of gold you would get. But my main priority with the money will be for the progression of my c-company. But I won't be stingy about you earn-earning money for the missions you participate in. I'm Selibas and my companion is Synkkis." Selibas threw his thumb in Synkkis' direction.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jan 25, 2011 19:48:05 GMT -6
The de-robed black mage raised his arms up high in the air as a black orb of nether worldy material dripped from his hands into the ground. It then re-appeared in front of one of the men and collapsed into his chest. Synkkis was almost too focused to admire his first actual attack, but to show, a smile crossed his lips. The man was left heaving on the ground and coughed up blood. The other man drew a small blade and held it up as he stumbled out of the bar with the bleeding man in tow.
(Flux 44/45)
As suddenly as Kyyneltya dropped his guard, the bartender fired her crossbow at him, the bolt sticking into the table. This shocked the dark pupil to some extent as his eyes flared at the bartender... who was also in shock.
Synkkis looked over to Selibas, who looked rather tongue-tied. "He hat ein blade. Vho ist she?"
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Jan 25, 2011 21:33:16 GMT -6
"Well, I like you when you speak better." She said it with a straight face, although this word 'like' could be misinterpreted. "Oh, so you are saying that this mercenary group is new. Hmm..." She crossed her arms across her chest and sat on a table, crossing her legs. Well, the chance she would get a big payment soon was slim if it was true. But then she got a brilliant idea, this man might not have enough experience as mercenary leader, she might be able to trick him. The image of a pouch full with gold popped inside her head. "Very well. We can talk about money later."
What an interesting view, she thought she had given those men enough, but that purple man gave the finishing blow. Man, she liked how he did it to them. "Asri or Scarlet. Some people gave me nickname Scarlet because of my hair." She answered before Selibas could open his mouth. "From now, I will be working with you guys." She gave them a kind smile, they should know that it was no more than a fake smile. Asri was that kind of person, luring men with gentle smile to rob them later. But this smile looked real.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 26, 2011 7:40:34 GMT -6
Selibas nodded to the woman. He said as he turned, "Tommorow, an hour after d-dawn same place." He walked over to the bar again. He pulled out a bronze coin and flipped it to the bartender, "Sorry." He sat backdown next to the other guy. "By the way I didn't catch your name. Will you be joining us?"
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