A Simple Job (PM for entry)
Jan 25, 2017 14:19:25 GMT -6
Post by Carmichal on Jan 25, 2017 14:19:25 GMT -6
Times had been cruel to Carmichal. Not that they were ever easy for the aging mercenary, but recently life had given him a bum deal. His latest money making scheme, an expedition to the Dread Isle, had ended early when he was thrown overboard during a fight with pirates. He had shouted and hollered, but the boat had sailed on without him. When it dipped past the horizon, he was forced to give up and swim back to port. It wasn’t until he was back in Badon that he remembered all the supplies he had purchased were back on the ship. Once again, he was broke with nothing to show for it. He didn’t even have the coin to drown his sorrows.
Without any money, Carmichal was forced to take the first job that came his way. It was his only choice. He was too proud to beg and few people often gave charity to a man of his appearance. As such, when a man came to him seeking help with some bandits, he had accepted on the spot. The job didn’t seem too difficult, at least for anyone who had been doing mercenary work for more than a week. There was a village not too far from Badon that had gotten wind of an imminent bandit raid. They needed it stopped before it could happen. As it turned out, Carmichal wasn’t the only mercenary to answer the call. Several others had arrived in the village and, after some discussion, had banded together. If the information was to be believed, the bandit raid would come at night. The group came to the decision that they would camp outside the village and ambush the bandits before they were even in sight of the settlement.
Now the sun was dipping below the horizon and the group was hiding amidst the trees. They had forgone a fire. It would limit their vision and give away their position. That didn’t stop Carmichal longing for one. His distaste for clothes didn’t help him stay warm. To distract himself, he turned to the group and started up a conversation. “So, there wasn’t a lot o’ time for introductions back in the village. Name’s Carmichal. I’m sure some of ya have been at this a while, but don’t let ya guard down. We don’t know what these bandits might have up their sleeves.”
Without any money, Carmichal was forced to take the first job that came his way. It was his only choice. He was too proud to beg and few people often gave charity to a man of his appearance. As such, when a man came to him seeking help with some bandits, he had accepted on the spot. The job didn’t seem too difficult, at least for anyone who had been doing mercenary work for more than a week. There was a village not too far from Badon that had gotten wind of an imminent bandit raid. They needed it stopped before it could happen. As it turned out, Carmichal wasn’t the only mercenary to answer the call. Several others had arrived in the village and, after some discussion, had banded together. If the information was to be believed, the bandit raid would come at night. The group came to the decision that they would camp outside the village and ambush the bandits before they were even in sight of the settlement.
Now the sun was dipping below the horizon and the group was hiding amidst the trees. They had forgone a fire. It would limit their vision and give away their position. That didn’t stop Carmichal longing for one. His distaste for clothes didn’t help him stay warm. To distract himself, he turned to the group and started up a conversation. “So, there wasn’t a lot o’ time for introductions back in the village. Name’s Carmichal. I’m sure some of ya have been at this a while, but don’t let ya guard down. We don’t know what these bandits might have up their sleeves.”