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Post by Vincent on Sept 6, 2014 13:06:28 GMT -6
Eight months ago now he left home with his best friend Ash in order to ensure he did not get himself killed. Since then he had lead a life that most would never dream. He had walked to the far North and battled numerous bandits and made friends and allies with powerful mages and fighters. He had even come across a blade worthy of a hero. If only he could get it to let him finally wield it however.
"You are headed home then boy?" Phoenix Heart inquired. Vincent smiled and kept a steady pace.
"I am indeed. Don't worry though, this is only a temporary arrangement. I have been gone nearly a year. It is high time I came back to the farm to see how it has held up without me." Vincent thought for the blade to hear. It did not speak often and usually if it did it only insulted him but, once in a while it was like having an old friend by your side. As such today was it seemed.
"Good, I was going to have to forsake you otherwise."
Vincent strode down the dirt road clouds blowing away with each step. The day was mild and the sky was clear, it was perfect for traveling as well as a picnic. He toyed with a thought. What if his father had returned from his travels? It has been over a decade and he could hardly visualize his face anymore. He was probably dead and if not Vincent would certainly put him through Hell for abandoning his mother and him.
The fields of crops were all around him now. It would not be much further until he was home. The cornstalks were towering overhead and the signs of hard work were everywhere. Places that once had damaged fences were fixed and the old windmill was turning again. He felt nostalgic.
As he passed through the tiny gate that marked the local community's homes he saw familiar faces staring back and whispering. He did not stay to chat however and was in a hurry to see his mother. The others could gawk and wait. Rounding a corner he saw his house, it was not anything special. It looked as plain as all the others save for wind chimes that hung from an open window. He was home at last.
Vincent walked inside the door creaking, "Hello!? Anyone home!?"
Behind him came a surprised voice, "Vin!?" It was his mother, just having returned from an errand at the time he came in. She ran up to him and embraced him in a tight squeeze. "I can't believe you're here!" She looked around, "Where is Ash?" She could see the look in Vincent's face of not knowing. She quickly changed the subject. "Come inside and have some tea. Tell me all about your travels." She moved to put tea on the kettle and Vincent obliged to follow.
Vincent walked around a bit. It looked the same and smelled like home. But something was off. The windows were broken and multiple doors were completely removed. "What happened here?"
His mother set the kettle down saying, "Nothing, nothing happened." She looked shaky. Was it age or did he bring up something that had scared her?
"Mom, I'm a mercenary now, if there is something I can do I'll-" He was cut off there.
"Taxes are high is all. The monster threat has raised costs."
"So they came and broke things!? That is not from a tax collector!"
"No, it's not! It is from their muscle Vin. I know you are a mercenary now but so are these men. Frankly, they outnumber you and I won't have you get involved! They already..." She trailed off.
"Who?" Vincent asked with an angry edge.
"The smiths little boy."
Vincent had heard enough. He was going to find these criminals and ensure they paid. He rushed for the door stopping to ask only one question, "Where are they?" His mother tried to calm him again so he moved outside in order to start investigating. It was Thursday if he kept track correctly. That means the taxes were needed. He would find answers one way or another.
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Dayan
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Profession: Doctor
Affinity: Wind
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Post by Dayan on Sept 6, 2014 13:27:54 GMT -6
As much as Dayan would love to work on the higher nobility, he knew that such was impossible for him. he lacked the experience, the equipment and the connections to make such a dangerous attempt. No, he needed to start on the smaller level, to build his reputation and ability from the ground up. Those who used their power over others would be held accountable for their crimes, and if local information was any indication, there was one such minor noble here who needed such judgment.
Dayan's first stop, as usual, was the equivalent of a tavern. This was a small town, so it didn't have much, but at the very least he could refill his water skin and plan his next move. The atmosphere in the town was so thick you could cut it with a knife. People's eyes darted up and down the streets, as if swords of fire would come flying down on them at any moment. These people lived in fear that came from being oppressed. They were incapable of living a healthy and normal life because of the greed of those place 'above' them.
Disgusting.
Dayan sat down in the tavern, which was eerily silent. He might be able to gather some further information here. Or maybe, if he was lucky, the trouble would come to him. He noticed, as he looked around the building, that it seemed to be in good order. Many of the other buildings he'd seen had broken windows or other signs of damage. This place lacked that, which likely meant that whomever had been going around and threatening people with violence had not been here... yet.
Only time would tell how today's events would turn out. Hopefully with a fight, Dayan could use the excitement.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Sept 6, 2014 13:49:51 GMT -6
"Huh", spoke Borgus as he looked around town. This was not what he expected when he came to Lycia. Normally Borgus kept himself in Bern and occasionally traveled to sacae for vacations and some small scale business. Lycia was a lot more organized than Bern was and as a result made it more difficult to run operations. Not to mention the sudden spread of monsters in the region. One could not sneeze in some areas without attracting some kind of beast. With stricter governments, possible monster assaults, and simply lack of a proper market Borgus gave up on the idea of moving operations in Lycia. However the acolyte still found himself in this region. It was business that brought Borgus here, but not the business of coin. It was more a matter of the heart, but a heart not of his own.
"So things have been rough", spoke Borgus as he sat in a chair sipping on tea. He was in a dingy looking house with broken windows and old wooden floors. In front of him was a young woman and a very small child. She and her son wore plain clothing. They both looked worried and frightened. The taxes in the region were weighing heavily on their household and the tax collectors had come by and messed things up.
"Yes", spoke the woman as she looked into Borgus eyes. She had the look of desperation, and from the lines on her face Borgus could tell she was not eating properly. The boy however seemed to be alright, but he was a bit thin. Too thin for Borgus. "You see the taxes", she spoke, but she was cut off by her young son.
"Some mean people came buy and broke our windows burned some of our close", he spoke. Anger was in the young boys eyes. He stared up at Borgus with eyes of admiration and expectancy.
"Thugs", spoke Borgus as he looked down at the boy and then back up at his mother Her eyes immediately dropped to the floor. She knew she should have said something to him. Borgus told her to. If anything was wrong she was to tell him and he would make it better. Borgus was already sending them funds to run the house hold, but from what Borgus could tell that was not happening.
"Lora", spoke Borgus as he put down his cup of tea. "I promised Tom that I would take care of you and his son. Now I understand that you have your pride and that I am ... not the most reparable person, but I am still here to help you. If you have problems you have to let me know."
For a moment the maiden was quite. She looked at Borgus and then back down at her son. It was clear she did not want him to take after him. Evey time he looked up at Borgus with eyes glittering like gems a frown crossed her face. She hated him, hated his work, hated his gold, and above all else she hated the fact that Toms died protecting him.
Realizing he was not going to get any information out of her Borgus turned to the boy. "So little man tell me about the mean people who came to your home."
"Right", spoke the boy as a smile crossed his face. "Your going to beat them up Mr. Orange", spoke the boy with big moon eyes.
"Jr", she spoke. Her voice told him to be quite.
"Mom", spoke the boy as he looked at her with confusion.
"Don't worry about it", spoke Borgus as he laid his hand on top of the Boy's head. "It is alright go ahead and tell me everything you know. Your mother will not be angry with you", spoke Borgus as he lifted his head up and took a look at Lora.
Defiant to the end she was. "They mercenaries", she spoke. She would rather tell him herself than let her son do it. "They work", she spoke but Borgus cut her off.
"That is enough", he spoke as he rose up from the chair.
"So you", spoke the Boy as he looked up at Borgus as if he was a hero.
"Yea I am going to put a end to it", spoke Borgus as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a carving of a Chimera. It had the head of a lion with a goat head on its back, for a tail it had a snake. "Here you go kid", spoke Borgus.
"Another Chimera awesome", spoke the boy as he almost jumped with glee. Borgus then pulled out a bag of coins and threw it onto the table.
"That is for the rest of the mouth and I added a little extra for you all to eat out", spoke Borgus. "Take care of yourself Lora", eh spoke as he walked out the door.
"Now to find these mercenaries", spoke Borgus as he began to walk down the street. What better place to start than the source thought Borgus as he began to walk toward the center of the town.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 6, 2014 14:45:12 GMT -6
Vincent moved with a purpose. He was going to arrest these criminals for extorting the people. He did not want a repeat of Ilia here but this was personal now. He passed through the center of town and walked into the bar. If anyone would talk about it with accurate answers it would be the tender. From the looks of it they left him alone too. Probably from serving them drinks.
Vincent had not noticed Dayan yet. He made a bee line for the bar and took a seat. After a short moment the owner came out and saw who was sitting there, "Vin!? I can't believe it's you. How long has it been!? A year?"
"Eight months," Vincent corrected. "I would love to sit and catch up but right now I need information. I know you're the man who'll know the most." Vincent drove a piercing gaze into the man. It bore into his soul.
"You have developed quite the look there. Look Vin, I don't want trouble. I know you mean well with this but... I don't want you getting mixed up in this one." The bartender urged the boy to leave the mess be. Vincent would not have any of that.
"I may not be the best out there but I have learned a lot. I have fought mages, assassins, bandits, and even giant spiders. I will be alright. Just tell me what there is to know Pete. Your problems are my problems. This IS still my home."
Pete looked around nervously before leaning in close, Vincent doing the same. Whispering he spoke, "Look, if you want to know more about it two of their guys will be coming by soon. You can see everything for yourself then. Please, I have managed to stay out of trouble so far so don't make it worse for me."
Vincent leaned out and ordered a drink. Milk, he had a low tolerance for alcohol and could not afford to lose his senses now.
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Dayan
Thief
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Profession: Doctor
Affinity: Wind
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Post by Dayan on Sept 6, 2014 15:24:25 GMT -6
Dayan heard one of the other patrons talking to the bartender. He wouldn't say the voice was familiar, but he was certain he'd heard it before. He glanced up, noticing the boy from an earlier encounter. Well well, so he'd wound up in the little punk's hometown? Wonder if his mage friend was here, Dayan had accounts to settle with that one if he'd progressed as Dayan assumed.
Nevertheless, the boy looked quite upset with what was going on here. It never failed. People threw power around all they wanted, but when it was their loved ones it was brought to bear against, suddenly everything was different. Pathetic, really.
The bartender and boy shared a quick whisper, and Dayan had a good idea what they were discussing. Likely whomever it was that was causing trouble here, under orders from the local ruler. A local ruler who would reap what he'd sown soon enough. He needed to drive these people into poverty so he could live in luxury, what a disgusting sow.
Dayan elected to hold his tongue. If this Vincent kid was anything like he remembered, Dayan revealing himself would not help anything. Headstrong, reckless and violent, this kid was best left alone and used as a distraction. Perhaps through his usual idiotic actions, Dayan could get a lead on where these men were coming from. They were outside of the large Lycian provinces, so it was likely a lesser noble that ruled over these lands. Lesser of the kind that Dayan didn't know the name of the area he was now in.
Staying quiet for now would teach him much about this area and the people running it.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Sept 6, 2014 16:27:30 GMT -6
Suddenly and without warning the door to the tavern suddenly flew open. A loud booming sound radiated through the building as Borgus walked into view. The acolyte was in a bad mood. He had no intentions of being subtle about the matter. He came to the tavern to gain information and information he was going to get. Sure he could have came in quietly and tried to listen to whispers or ask the bartender about it, but that would requite a lot of time and useless running around. Borgus did not have the time for that. He had a business to run. This was suppose to be a simple check in and delivery job, but instead it turned into a extermination.
"Listen up everybody", spoke Borgus as he walked into the Inn as if he owned it. "I ain't got time to be playing around and I don't have the patience to be given the run around. I want to know who are the mercenaries roughing up the town. I want to know who their leader is, and I want to know how many of them are there. If you got good information for me I will pay you, if not you can bugger off", spoke Borgus. The acolyte turned and walked over to the bar. He slapped two gold coins on the table and told the bartender to get hims something strong. Borgus took a seat at the Bar, but sat with his back to the counter. His eyes looked out onto the crowd of people looking for anybody who was about to step forward or for someone who turned their face trying to hide. Either way he would know he had his man.
As Borgus sat he looked over his shoulder and saw Vin. The bandit squinted his eyes as he remembered the face, but soon let it pass. He had forgotten who Vin was.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 6, 2014 21:22:48 GMT -6
Vincent took a few good swigs of his drink before it was gone. He thanked Pete and was going to leave and wait for the mercenaries to show up but something else unexpected came to be. He watched as the extortionist bandit came waltzing into the bar. Vincent listened to his demands; he wanted to find out about these mercenaries and would pay for the knowledge. The bandit sat at the bar and faced outward to the patrons trying to analyze him.
Vincent say as he looked him over momentarily before shrugging him off. Vincent's fist clenched and a smirk crept across his face. Here he was, in his hometown of all places. He stood and decided to offer him a bit of a reminder, perhaps his change of attire was too much for the false acolyte.
Vincent produced the bag of 100 gold coins that he was given back during the fateful meeting. He walked out to come face to face with the bandit. "Remember me? I'm the kid you let get away." He tossed the bag of coins at the bandit for him to inspect and remember. Vincent gripped his throwing knife at the ready in case he tried to make a move. He would not until he did. "I told you you should remember my name." He spoke the last words as manner-of-factly as he could and looked down at him with condescending eyes.
It was rare for Vincent to feel like this toward a man, even an enemy. But this was trash piled high in a seat in his hometown. He waited for the response. He could not allow himself to be in combat while the mercenaries came, or worse yet get injured and be incapable of fighting altogether.
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Dayan
Thief
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Profession: Doctor
Affinity: Wind
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Post by Dayan on Sept 6, 2014 21:57:52 GMT -6
Dayan watched the guy at the bar make a huge show and just rolled his eyes. There must have been something in the water at this town that murdered the sense of subtlety in the people here. First the kid and then this guy too, did nobody know how to actually stalk a place and wait for their mark? He considered for a moment, speaking up, but he thought better of it.
Better to stay quiet and let those two draw all the attention, than to get involved with the whole fiasco himself. Besides, this way he could easily shift the blame onto one of them, since they were so vocal about getting involved. Some people just made it all too easy.
Still, Dayan did hope that a fight didn't break out quite yet. He wanted to try and get some information out of the thugs that would probably be coming here, if his guess was right. Maybe get a name that he could follow up on.
As the two children postured, Dayan heard something coming from the front of the tavern. The door had slid open again. It would seem that someone else had decided to join them for a drink, and Dayan was willing to be it wasn't anyone friendly. This bar seemed to be lacking friendly people.
Dayan had to wonder, as the situation unfolded, did this kid wrong everyone he came across? Dayan may not have been the nicest guy, but he didn't burn bridges unless there was some benefit to doing so.
Children...
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Sept 6, 2014 22:22:52 GMT -6
Borgus caught the bag of coin and felt it through the thick steel gauntlets. Yep,this was his coin alright. He remembered every ounce of gold he ever touched, it was quite the talent. Suddenly the young boy's face and name came rushing back to him. Borgus remembered him. He was the boy who fought with Bakko. They both put on a poor display, but he won the day over the novice. He had guts, which was something most people did not have. Borgus let him live because he was not a threat, but it seemed that he was now. The fire in his eyes told him enough about the lad to know he had seen the world since their last meeting.
"Your voice, I remember you", spoke Borgus. "You think you can defeat me? The man who taught you how to fight." Borgus chuckled a bit at the thought. The Acolyte grabbed his strong drink and chugged it in one gulp. "What a fool", spoke Borgus as he pulled himself off the stool. "Come on boy come try me", spoke Borgus as he pulled up his fist and punched toward the young lad with his steel gauntlets.
Normally Borgus would keep his composure in this kind of situations. He would normally think things out and plan out his movements, but today Borgus was not normal. Today Borgus was distraught by the image of Tom' family. The whole visit left a poor taste in the acolytes mouth. Tom had given his life to protect Borgus and here Borgus could not even keep the man's family out of danger. The whole idea had him angry and now he had a way to vent it all at once.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 7, 2014 1:00:06 GMT -6
He watched as Borgus analyzed the bag of tainted gold. He could see the recognition in his face. He recognized an odd bag of coin but not the face of a man that swore his downfall? He certainly had his priorities in order. Vincent watched seeing the light flick in the bandit with satisfaction. Vincent was hardly the same as he was that day long ago and Borgus had recognized this.
The bandit mocked him taking credit for Vincent's ability that was tempered in many conflicts. He finished his mug off with little effort and challenged Vincent declaring him a fool and to try him. His prolonged declaration of the fight offered time aplenty to analyze and prepare. He looked for the tome he knew he had but did not quite see it. The bandit rose up as he readied to fight.
If not for meeting Ajari he would have easily taken a nasty blow from gauntlets much like his own. He could see the tension in Borgus's body as well and reacted quickly. Keeping his guard close he knocked away the swing and aimed a brutal jab for the chin. It would be quick, and it would certainly be painful, but it ought to at least disorient him into stopping a moment, he hoped. Vincent was disgusted and angry yes, but he would not run wild with him. He never saw his true skills and therefore needed to play it safe. Besides, he was still terrible with magic and needed to avoid damaging his town.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Sept 7, 2014 13:48:46 GMT -6
A cross smile crossed Borgus face as Vin deflected the blow. The boy knew his stuff. Not many people could deflect one of his punches. As Vincents threw a jab forward Borgus twisted his body and moved to the side. The acolyte was swift on his feet despite his appearance. He dodged the blow by a hair, but that was his intentions entirely. Dodging by too wide a margin uses up to much energy and let your opponent know how fast you are. Like all fights this was War, and war was won or loss on knowledge. The key to winning a fight and the key to winning war was the same, deception.
"Time to end this kid", spoke Borgus as he took a step back and clenched his fist. A sudden brilliance began to shine from his arm as the acolyte began to charge up a magical attack around his fist. He stared into Vincent eyes as he took a deep breath. "Shining Finger", shouted Borgus as he took a step forward. He moved his arm ready to throw a punch, but suddenly he opened his mouth and a blast of brilliant light shot forward aiming to hit the young fighter in the chest.
All war is deception. That was the one thing young Vincent needed to understand. Borgus took the time to make his punch obvious because he wanted him to predict it and move to stop it. The kid had already show his skill in doing so with Borgus' first attack. He expected him to do the same with this one.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 7, 2014 15:59:54 GMT -6
Vincent saw as the extortionist twirled out of the way barely avoiding the pain. His arm never hyper extending it still ended in an unsatisfying end. No impact, and no easy follow up strikes. He had planned on taking his tome from him and simply rendering him unable to fight but alas.
"Time to end this kid" Came the over confidence of the bandit. He moved away and Vincent charged to keep him on his toes and on the run. The bartender only now realizing the commotion had started yelling.
"Vin, VIN, stop! Not here!" He was hopping up and down in place too afraid to try breaking them up. He still took action and began moving breakables away from fire.
Vincent could see the shining light welling up in the hand of the bandit and slightly groaned. He hated magic so much, he always had troubles dealing with it. Bur Phoenix Heart made it clear he would not aid him again for some time. Vincent went for his knife planning to stop him at point but his fist wound up. He pulled it out towards his neck intending to stop him but then he did something Vincent never thought possible of magic.
With a deceptive shout of "Shining Finger!" Vincent felt the power of light strike him in the chest. He reeled back being knocked to the floor and feeling the burning sensation of light. So that was what if felt like. He had grown so accustomed to battling dark magic it took him by surprise. Vincent turned his head down, a look of pain evident and thought of a wicked little trick. He through his knife with the intent of pinning his pant leg to the floor. From there he could tackle him and end the fighting.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Sept 7, 2014 16:48:20 GMT -6
A Knife, thought Borgus as he saw the boy pull it out. The acolyte move to cover his vital points on his chest only to realize that his opponent was aiming for the leg of his pants. The knife stabbed through the cotton material and drove itself into the hard wood of the floor. Then vincent charged forward looking to tack the mage to the ground.
This ^&*(ing kid, thought Borgus. He thought he could beat Borgus the same way he beat Bakko. He compared him to the little novice he fought outside of the village. Such brazing insult. It seemed he not only gained combat experiences on his journey, but also arrogance.
As Vincent charged forward Borgus lowered his stance. The knife restricted his movement, but did not stop him from crouching. As the young boy came rushing in Borgus grabbed hold of him and pulled his arms back. Using the boy's own momentum against him Borgus tossed Vincent into the air over his head.
"Don't you dare insult me", spoke Borgus as he pulled the knife out of his pants leg and tossed it into a nearby counter. The bandit was now well enraged. There was one thing to be a nuisance and another to insult his pride. The very thought that he put him and that boy on the same level really ticked Borgus off. "Alright time to teach you a lesson", spoke the acolyte as he called forth the power of light again. "Watch and learn kid", he spoke as he caused the magic to erupt into a great flash of light. The light temporary blinded everyone who dare stare at it for a moment. It was during this time Borgus prepared another light base attack. Calling upon the magic power of his tome Borgus prepared to deliver a powerful punch filled with light magic.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 7, 2014 19:30:46 GMT -6
Vincent fooled the bandit just as he had fooled him. Perfect. He followed through quickly rising up and moving to floor the bandit. If he did not need to use his blades he would avoid it. If he did, then only one of them would walk away. That is what he had decided for himself in combat. He did not like killing but he had learned that if he must then do it without holding anything back.
Borgus proved accustomed to brawls, as Vincent should have expected. He crouched low bracing himself and as they connected Borgus shifted his weight in conjunction with Vincent's force to throw him. He hit the ground flat on his back. With the sheath in the way it hurt even more.
Somehow he had insulted the man's pride. What pride did this kind of guy have? Could not be anything worth mentioning. Likely had to do with power and money. The more he thought on it the more he really hated this man. The bandit had quickly rid the knife from the battle and wasted no time going up like a light bulb. It blinded Vincent as well as most in the room.
Vincent kicked out blindly and cleanly hit Borgus in the shin? He did not know, only that he made contact. Before more could come of the petty squabble the real enemy appeared before them. The first was a man with a large dual bladed war axe and fur vest with no undershirt. He suffered from the light as well
"Oh, ****!!! The **** is this!!!?" He clutched his face in pain.
The second had avoided being blinded having been behind his compatriot. He had blank eyes and long raven hair. He held his blade's handle by his side and merely watched his partner grow enraged.
Vincent's eyes slowly got returned to normal and he saw a pissed off mercenary and second. These must have been the two that would be collecting the taxes.
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Dayan
Thief
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Profession: Doctor
Affinity: Wind
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Post by Dayan on Sept 7, 2014 19:50:10 GMT -6
Dayan had been sipping his water and watching the fight with a mixture of humor and amazement. Some people could find reasons to beat each other senseless out of everything. All in all, the fight was entertaining. The man was a mage, a light one from the look of it. Dayan was normally good at fighting mages, though he knew to be wary of them. The kid, however, fought like a wild animal. Not the good kind, like ferocity and tenacity. No, this was the ignorant and random kind of wild, and Dayan saw nothing worth respecting in the boy's hodge podge 'strategy'.
As the mage went to cast again, things got really interesting. The door swung open as two men entered the bar, as a blinding flash went up. Dayan was far enough away to not be blasted too badly by it, though he still needed to blink twice to clear his vision. The merc who'd been blinded looked angry, small wonder. It looked like a fight would be breaking out soon enough. Now then, what should Dayan's part in this fight possibly be? The two men were large, and at least somewhat capable. Getting involved right now would not be wise, he needed to feel the situation out more. Would one of the two ally with the mercs, or would they team up against them? Would the mercs be useless muscle, or would they be a potential threat for the two of them?
Dayan checked his weapon, making sure it was ready for action if it came to that. The situation was tense, and the slightest misstep could be disastrous here.
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