Unlucky day(Open)

[Ruh Lafali]

"It's been a while..."The thief said as he saw Khan Yunis in the distance,he just have been wandering around the wasteland for two months and he was growing tired of Nabata,it was like he visited all the towns that could give him some money,he wanted money and maybe other lands could offer more than Nabata,he decided to stay a while in Khan Yunis and take a ship to somewhere else,it didn't matter where it was,as long it was far away from the wasteland that is Nabata.

The thief enterted in the first inn he saw,it's been a long time since he had a drink,he slammed the door open as if he owned the place,but nobody seemed to notice,most people attention were focused in one particular table,only a few things can distract a bunch of drunk men from their booze,and that's gambling...or a woman,either way both of those things are in Ruh's interest and he had to check it.And it was the first option,the game involved dices,luckily he had some rigged dices with him,after learning the rules from a guy who were watching Ruh jumped in at the first opportunity he got,he had no trouble to switch the dices after a few rolls.After earning enough money the thief stood up holding a coin purse with a sly grin in his face and said"It was a fun game gentlemen,but i have to go now,things to do..."Some men looked displeased,did they suspected that Ruh cheated?Nah,he did every thing right.He was about to walk away from the place when he felt something holding him back,one of the men pulled him by his cape"You know what we do with scum like you?"The thief was surrounded by a few of the men who were gambling,and it looked like they were going to beat him if nobody stopped them.

[Aiden Blackwell]

"Where on earth am I now?!" The pupil sighed softly to himself as he slowly approached the city. He had been wandering that accursed waste-land for ages! It was practically around that time of year for his birthday again, no more than a few months away now, he guessed. And what a long time it had been, traversing the various lands, luckily enough not encountering more than the occasional highway man, too dull witted and superstitious enough to back away from him and the midnight black, leather-bound book he carried when it was brandished. Other than that, travel was more just grueling and tedious.

When he finally passed into the city, he tried to ask around for directions to the nearest inn. He had to wash himself or something, he had sweat practical rivers into his clothes that day. The looks he got were less than enthused and the directions even more so. Aiden reckoned he smelled something fierce; for everyone was hurrying away from him, either that or he looked absolutely horrific, not that he normally found himself to be very gifted in the attractiveness category anyway. So the poor young man wandered around, trying to follow a more helpful batch of instructions to the resting place, occasionally wiping a sweat-slicked strand of his raven-colored hair out of his face. Just wanting to hurry up and get into some living quarters quickly, as soon as the building was spotted, the poor novitiate magus dashed inside whilst not particularly paying heed to his sense of sight and stumbled in the direction of the group of men in behind the entryway. "Look out!" The young man called as he flailed his arms about as he fell forward into the little grouping, one possibly knocking the pouch of coins out of the Harassed man's hand if Aiden was not avoided in his crashing.

[Ruh Lafali]

"...Well,i guess i had it coming..."The thief closed his eyes as he braced himself for the punches and kicks,but instead,the thief just heard"THE HELL?"Ruh opened his eyes to see the drunk man looking at a guy on the ground with a coin purse besides him"Uh..."The man was too drunk to decide if he would scold the poor guy or if he would pick up his money,he tried to go for the latter but fell flat on his ass,some of the other drunk guys were chuckling at that while Ruh had an unamused expression.

This was his chance to act,while they all were distracted Ruh pulled the drunk guy to the ground and stomped on his face knock him out,and with a quick movement he took the coin purse and lifted the young man by his arm"Hehe,if you guys don't want to end up like him...i recommend to stay away."He placed the money in one of his many pockets and slowly unsheathed his sword,the thief was obviously bluffing,there was no way he could take all those guys at once,his plan was to escape that place and maybe help that guy whoever he was,it's not common for Ruh to help people but he kinda owned that guy,or at least he felt like he did"Hey dude..."He whispered to the young man"Not gonna lie,we both are in trouble here..."Mostly Ruh,but those drunk guys wouldn't understand that it was an accident "We probably should get the hell out of here..."

[Aiden Blackwell]

"Auuggghhh,Of course this would happen to me of all people. Tssst! it hurts" The youth would sorely stay as he rose up to a partial sitting position, a hand moving to rub his face and slightly throbbing nose. A glance about himself gave the pupil all he needed to know, there was trouble, and lucky him; he seemed to land right smack-dab in the middle of it. "Ehehehe..."Sounded the distressed youth's nervous laugh as he looked to the surprised, yet undoubtedly angry group of men before him and this odd, ivory-haired individual.

When felt hands grasp him by the arm, he went rigid for a moment, dreading what he thought might happen next, heart slowly reaching up into his throat. By the stars! He didn't know how to fight! He barely even knew how to cast spells without killing himself, what terrible timing! All these rushed into his mind along with various other thoughts, especially when he heard the slow ring of a sword being loosed. Aiden set himself to begin attempting to squirm out of the grasp of whomever held him, flailing madly until he saw that it was the Ivory-haired man that had claimed his arm, and was now speaking to him. "And into the fire....." The raven-haired youth said solemnly, as he calmed down and silently acknowledge that he too was in the man's predicament now, whether he desired to be or not. Looking at the group of agitated drunkards, he quietly swallowed; yes, leaving was an excellent idea! "I guess I have to join you then..." He acquiesced, moving to the thief's side, seeing as he certainly did not want to be withing that sword's arcing radius.

[Ruh Lafali]

"Think fast Ruh..."The thief whispered to himself as he looked around for anything useful,the first thing his eyes met was a bottle,he glanced at and then back the group of drunks that were slowly approaching the duo"Eh,why not!"He quickly grabbed the bottle and threw it with all his strength at one of the man's head,the pieces of glass flew into the faces of the men,they were staggered for a while,it was enough to give the duo an opening to run away"Alright,now we run boy!"The thief ran through the door at a impressive speed,he didn't bother much if the guy would do the same after all,he already did his part.

If the young man would run or not,it wouldn't matter in the end,the group would push him out of the inn if he stayed.Now that stopped to count there was three men...actually four,but one was already unconscious."Taking them one by one would be easy...Damn it,why brutes always walk in groups?They are already strong enough on their own!"The thief said to him self"Meh,i will find a way...I hope...I can't face them directly,and i definitely can't do this alone,where is that guy?"The thief would look around until he spotted the young man,by his clothes the thief assumed he used magic,which could be useful in that situation...actually he could use any help he could.

[Donovan]

Donovan hated this wasteland. He hated it more than he hated his new boss, Grev, heated it more than he hated the smell of Pegasus dung (which he found to be particularly disgusting), he hated it even more than those wandering corpses. Well, maybe not so much a that.

Grev, the short, fat, impossibly idiotic merchant had sent the young mercenary ahead to scout and make sure there were not any bandits looking to loot them before they made it to town. There weren’t, but there was a bar, and that was the only place Donovan wanted to be at the moment. But the closer he got, he started to hear some commotion. There was some sort of fight going on, of course. Which would delay Donovan’s getting a drink and that was unacceptable. Vreg would also taken it was a threat, being a paranoid old drunk, and if Donovan didn’t take care of it his employer wouldn’t spoke screaming for at least three hours. He might even dock his pay. So Donovan decided to take matters into his own hands. Walking with determination, he marched toward the bar.

2 men hurried out of the pub, one with shoulder length white hair, and the other with a pony tale. Behind those two, 3 drunkards were charging, chasing them down. Donovan took to a sprint, and tackled one of the drunks, knocking him to the ground, and swiftly giving him 3 powerful punches to the head. Knocking the burly fool unconscious. Before the other two could react, Donovan rolled away, slipped a little trying to stand in the sand, and drew his blade. It wasn’t very elegant, but it got their attention.

[Aiden Blackwell]

Stood there, mouth agape as he watched the thief work on their escape so quickly. The awestruck pupil gave a reflexive flinch as he watched the bottle strike the man before a glance to the thief, seeing as the other man had already made movement to escape the inn, Aiden followed just a moment or two after, certainly not wanting to be stuck with those brutes.

As he rushed to follow the thief, the novice mage spared a moment to look behind them in order to see if they were being persued further, and the answer he got was a definite yes. This urged the youngman to speed up, right until the moment a blur appeared from seemingly no where. "What...?" He asked himself, coming to a stop a few paces behind the thief as further viewing of the scene unfolding shown that it was a warrior of some sort, pummeling one of their pursuers. "Oh dear." He watch the man with brutal efficiency as the warrior swiftly knocked one of the brutes out. Certainly with all that attention he could easily flee with the thief, but no, he was Sacaen, and it would lay a terrible shame upon him to simply do so. Steeling himself as much as he could, he headed toward the fray. A simple, "we should help, since it -is- our fight." Being said loud enough for his white haired companion to hear him. Of course he didnt add his lack of confidence of being able to significantly help in such a confrontation.

Once close enough to at least get a spell or two off before one of the ruffians could reach him, he stops in his tracks and removes the weather beaten, midnight-black tome he possesses from within an inner pocket of his robes. Looking about himself for a moment, to see if anyone was close behind him enough to even skim the text, satisfied with this, he begins to chant. As the young mage spoke, a faint wind from the force of the powers he was contacting to do his bidding buffeted and occasionally made his cloak flap wildly behind him while his rands traced invisible runes into the air around him, focusing the energy of the nethervto take shape before him. His occasional fumble with the arcane phrases proved his inexperience; none the less, he continued on. His efforts granted him something at least, a small orb floating in front of his chest, fist-sized and pulsating with what vestiges of power the pupil could conjure up. With this in sight, he willed the ball of elder energies foward to strike at one of the brutes. The orb did as it was willed and did in fact strike, though only the man's arm since the drunk had enough of his mind left to try and avoid it. On contact, the orb expanded to nearly double its relative size, inflicting pain along nearly the entire arm of the brute. It certainly had its desired effect, but it also brought the pain-enraged drunkard to come charging at him, well, as much as one could whilst so inebriated anyway.

[Ruh Lafali]

It seems luck smiled upon the thief again,one of the brutes was taken down by a strong young man,he was able to take down the brute with a few punches before rolling back and drawing his sword"Two down,two to go.",he finally spotted the possible pupil,one of the brutes was charging towards him but it seems he had a way to attack,a small magic orb that flew in the brute's direction,it made some effect,but wasn't enough to take him down,the brute keep charging towards the pupil.Now Ruh had two choices,he could either finish one of the brutes and save the pupil or he could move on to the other one,considering that now they had an extra pair of hands,and the first one is almost done,he decide to take down the first since it would be a lot easier.

The thief ran fast as he could to reach the brute before he was able to hit the pupil,if Ruh was one second late the pupil would have won a new scar,Ruh quickly parried the attack and pushed the brute away and with a quick counter the enemy was down,the fact that he was drunk made everything easier,"You own me one now,Magic Boy."There was only one brute left"This will be easier than stealing from a blind."Actually he never tried to steal anything from a blind person,but it should be easy,they can't see anything.

[Donovan]

Almost immediately after Donovan had drawn his sword, one of the remaining brutes was hit by a black magic orb that seemed to envelope his arm. After screaming in pain, the man charged at the young wizard. His remaining companion drew a sword and ran at Donovan swinging.

Donovan was lucky that the man was drunk, his swings were wild and reckless, letting Donovan parry them easily. The drunk swung overhead and Donovan stepped to the side, barely getting out of the way of the overpowering blow. With a strong kick to the chest, Donovan sent the man back a few feet, but it wasn’t enough to knock him to the floor.

With the few second reprieve, Donovan saw that wizard’s friend had intervened, and taken the other fighter out. That only left the one that Donovan was fighting. Who was suddenly right in front of him, swinging his sword. Donovan went to block, but it was a feint and the man gave him a strong punch to side, the man’s metal glove knocking the wind out of him. Donovan lashed out with his blade and his enemy leapt back.

“Goddamn you’re strong.” The Drunk laughed and lunged forward, but Donovan was ready this time; he dodged, then parried, and gave the man’s sword arm a gash. The brute dropped his sword in pain, Donovan kicked him in the knee, knocking him to the floor, and hit his head with the pommel of his sword.

The huge swordsman tumbled to the floor like ton of bricks. Quickly followed by Donovan, who was now tired, thirsty, and bound to have a massive purpling bruise in a couple hours.

“Uuuugh. Do either of you have a water skin?"

[Aiden Blackwell]

Flinched back reflexively as he saw the brute dashing toward him get swiftly intercepted by the ivory-haired man he left the inn with. The comment by the thief made the young man bristle, why should he owe the man when he got Aiden tied up into this nonsense in the first place! Now was not the time to do this. The pupil turned to face the last remaining grunt, only to be witness to the scene of the large drunkard's downfall at the hands of this apparently chivalrous new-comer.

"Umm....let me see.." He says hesitantly to the new-comer's request for water While he delves into the folds of his robe. There! He found what he was looking for just a few moments. The object being a decent-sized leather pouch with a brass nozzle at the end. "Here, there is not much left though, sirr?" He states, the awkward phrasing at the end a means of asking the man's name. A glance given over to the thief to see what the other was doing now that his problem was sufficiently dealt with, while reaching out with his hand to deliver the water skin to the weary warrior. "Aiden. I might as well introduce myself to both of you now, considering what just transpired.." The raven-haired male said simply, though his eyes would flick between the two awkwardly as he waited for the responses of the other men. He wasn't particularly fond of such moments; though, he wasn't altogether used to such things in the first place.

[Ruh Lafali]

"Are we really doing this magic boy?Alright..."The thief really didn't cared who those guys were...Maybe the strong one,he might be useful if kept around"I'm Ruh,there we go,do you want someting else Magic boy?"Ruh said,the thief can be anti-social at times but the sarcasm was more of force of habit rather than he trying to be rude with Aiden"I guess we should know your name as well,right buddy?"He said patting the man's back,just after they had introduced themselves Ruh noticed Aiden's smell"For the love of...The hell man?Did you ever heard of something called bath?"The thief said pinching his nose,the smell was unbearable"You have to take care of that,people might mistake you for a corpse."He laughed after saying that.

"I guess i own you one"The thief said to Donovan,he made the whole fight a lot easier"So where you learned to fight like that?"Ruh was trying to make small talk with the group,he was getting bored again and those guys were the most interesting people around,so he thought "Why not?"."You guys must be tired,so why we don't hit a inn...Uhm,not this one though..."The thief suggested,he didn't cared if they rejected the idea,he had a lot of other things to do,like finding a ship that's willing to take him as passenger,get more money to pay the travel and supplies.

[Donovan]

The young mercenary took the water skin from Aiden and drained it the last drop. “Donovan. Thanks for the water, Aiden.” Donovan pulled himself to a sitting position, and looked up at his fellow fighters.

“My dad trained me when I was a boy, he was a knight in the Pheraen army,” the lie rolled easily off of his tongue. Better these men think him the well trained, hardened mercenary than an actor who was mostly trained through stage fighting and kicking men out of his mother's inn. “My older brother got the lands, and I’m out in the world trying to make my fame as a mercenary. So far I’m quite famous in this wasteland. I mean we did just beat half the population senseless.” The bitterness in his voice was no longer fabricated. He really, really hated this country.

“Let’s go find an inn. I should have another hour or so until my caravan gets in.” Donovan stood up and winced from the pain in his chest from where the drunk had punched him. He bent down, picked up his sword, and sheathed it. “I believe you two owe me a drink.” He started to walk away but turned around and looked over the drunk he’d just knocked out. The man had a small gash on his head and arm, but otherwise he’d probably be fine. Then he walked over to the man he’d first tackled, made sure he was still out of it, and reached into the brawler’s coin purse and pulled out some change.

“Actually, boys, first round’s on me.” Smirking, Donovan walked over to the white haired scoundrel and clapped him on the back.

“Woo, Aiden, man, Ruh’s right, you need a bath. Damn, man.”

[Aiden Blackwell]

"Augh!" The pupil screamed in a rage from all these remarks about how he smelled, flinging the flux book down on the ground before him in an aggravated flutter of pages. He turned scarlet and felton fire from the sheer amount of embarrassment.

"I'm well aware of my current state, thank you both very much! I just got here and to that inn to rest and bathe myself, but instead I was dragged into your mess. So -you- have no one to fault but yourself to be dealing with my current smell -Mr.- Ruh!" The boy exclaimed with a passionate indignation at the gall of the man, a finger pointed at the thief angrily before whirling to face the other.

"And -you-, I literally -just- bothered to give you the last of my water, yet you cannot bother -yourself- to notice how much sweat is dotting my robes in dark patches, and how my hair is practically -made- of sand at this point. The nerve of these people! I certainly wasn't prepared for the -rude- and clearly -ungrateful- mannerisms of foreigners! And the name is Aiden! I can rendition a child-fit lesson for you if you dont have the mind to properly remember, you're a grown man, stop resorting to babyish names, unless you are as dull-witted as those infernal DRUNKS!!" Aiden tyraded, arms stiffly placed at his sides as he begins breathing deeply to both catch his breath and calm himself. When his breathing is partially normal, he pix up his book as though he had simply dropped it and not thrown it in an embarrassed rage, dusting it off and replacing it within the folds of his robes.

"Now...shall we be off?"

[Ruh Lafali]

"Whatever you say magic boy."Ruh didn't cared at all that Aiden disliked being called magic boy,it was just a silly nickname no reason to get worked up over it"Let's get going before we get into more trouble."Ruh led the men through the city streets,for someone who spent years away from khan yunis he knew the city pretty well,they eventually arrived at another inn,this one looked a bit more "expensive" than the previous one.Ruh slammed the door open and yelled"Good eveni-"Before he could finish he was received with a bottle to the head"OUCH!"The bottle didn't shattered but it didn't mean it hurt"Ruh?Is that you?"The inn keeper asked"Yeah it's me...ungh..."The thief rubbed his head where the bottle hit him,the inn keeper,named Bahadur,used to be in the gang as Ruh"Sorry,i thought it was someone else...Why you didn't come pay a visit in all this years?"Bahadur sounded annoyed,the gang was dissolved but he still saw Ruh as a friend"Eh,won't bother you with details."The thief paused"We are here for a drink"The thief said with a grin in his face"Ah,i see,may i know your 'friends' names?"The innkeeper asked as he cleaned a mug,he didn't seem to notice Aiden's smell.

If Aiden would ask if there was a place for him to take a bath,Bahadur would give him a key and lead him to the place.

[Donovan]

Donovan laughed at appreciation of Aiden’s outburst, the young shaman was shy, but he had some fight in him.
“You have my apologies, young wizard. Never again shall I comment on your stench. You have my word.”
Donovan gave Aiden a genuine smile and gestured after Ruh who was already walking down the streets of the city. After following the man for a little while, Donovan felt very confident that the ivory haired man was some sort of thief. He had the typical grace needed for the work and certainly the flippant demeanor. Whether he was or wasn’t, it was none of Donovan’s business, how people made their way in the world was their choice, after all.

They arrived at an inn that had a less bottom of the barrel appearance. Ruh opened the door to a bottle over the head. Donovan’s hand went to his sword as Ruh’s attacker recognized the thief. The young mercenary was beginning to regret getting involved with these two. The innkeeper was clearly on edge, and Donovan did not want to get anymore sidetracked from his job at the caravan by getting swept up in the activity of criminals. When the innkeeper asked for their names, Donovan began to regret giving the other two his real name, he was stuck being honest. Well. More honest than he’d prefer.

“Donovan. And you are? Wait, before that, give me a glass of water and a tumbler of whiskey. Neat. I’m guessing ice costs a fortune out here.” The barkeep pulled out the drinks and handed them to Donovan. “Name’s Bahadur.”

Donovan took a big gulp of water, and then downed the whiskey. Thank the gods for good alcohol.

“That one’s a mouthful. Aiden! pick your poison, friend.”

Witty banter and shady company aside, Donovan would need to get going soon. Unless he wanted Grev to leave him stranded in this wasteland.