Dominick
Journeyman
Posts: 5
Profession: Gofer, "Salvager"
Affiliation: Jutes
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/post/88600/thread
OoC Alias: Rev
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Post by Dominick on Jun 4, 2017 20:31:01 GMT -6
Oh Jutes... The place of opportunities. You know it is a great place when the place is known for its pirate problem. Certainly it is the place people should feel safe in. Certainly. Why would anyone ever think that this place is not a good environment?
Joking aside, Dominick chuckled as he swung a newly "found" chained pocket watch around his left index finger. As he strolled along his way, he whistled out a soft tune, though what it was seemed impossible to describe. He paraded his way through the merchant stalls and port side businesses that had been strewn about him, eyeing the people nearby him. Every new person was a new chance to earn some money from after all. He wafted in the aroma of the air around him, letting the feeling sink in. Truly, Jutes was much better than where he last was. Sure, it may not have the same quaint quality as Ligure, but he just had this sense of freedom while here.
As the lad glanced around, he nearly found himself tripping over a log on the ground. Luckily, he had caught himself before colliding with the cold, hard ground. "Steady there fighto..." He couldn't help, but say to himself, a grin on his face. He barley avoided the fall though, due to the large iron axe that had been strapped to his back. Every time he thought about that axe, it reminded him of his father, considering it was his final gift from him. He even named the darn thing after the man, that name being Wilhelm.
Shortly after his tumble, Dominick's eyes were caught with a most fascinating person. He looked them over and decided that maybe he should try his luck. If it doesn't turn out that good, well it wouldn't be the first time. "Why hello there! he called out to his new target.
Here's to hoping for the best Dominick...
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Post by Khalil Gharaq on Jun 4, 2017 20:55:29 GMT -6
The isles. Khalil once called this place home. Now it was something far from it. This place harbored merchants, sailors and of course pirates. Thieves who make their living at sea. Khalil didn't care about their occupation so much as the attitude. Sailing around as if they owned the seas. It was quite the annoyance to the water dragon. If he still had the power that he used to wield he would take the seas back from people like them. But he lacked power. He was lacking in most things as it were. The dragon had two possessions to his name. His stone and a water skin.
Speaking of this water skin Khalil popped the top off and took a long swig. It was mildly hot after all. He removed the water pouch from his mouth with a sigh of relief. As he took refuge in the shade of a nearby building, his eyes landed upon a passerby. The human was emitting a sharp whistle which was likely what had caught Khalil's attention in the first place. He also was holding a pocket watch, one that seemed a little out of place here on the isles. After the axe carrying man recovered from a small stumble, he spoke up. Khalil couldn't tell who the greeting was directed to. He wanted to simply ignore the passerby, but he did not. Khalil allowed his water skin to fall to his hip. It was connected by a string that wrapped around Khalil's shoulder.
Khalil shifted and furrowed his brow. He squinted his eyes at the human. He seemed young, even by human standards. "You talking to me? I can't help you if you're lost." Khalil was concerned with what this human wanted from him. People on the isles are rarely outwardly kind to each other, giving Khalil even more reason to be skeptical.
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Dominick
Journeyman
Posts: 5
Profession: Gofer, "Salvager"
Affiliation: Jutes
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/post/88600/thread
OoC Alias: Rev
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Post by Dominick on Jun 4, 2017 21:22:19 GMT -6
Dominick had now sauntered his way over to the rather large and burly man. He couldn't help, but notice the strange blue streak in the large man's hair. It seemed almost out of place among the head of sandy blond hair he harbored. If there were more than one strand, he would understand that, but just the one was slightly confusing to him. Either way, that wasn't what mattered right now.
Dominick quickly looked over the man once more in search of anything of value. All he seemed to find was the water skin slung around the man's shoulder, which obviously wouldn't fetch the boy anything. He needed something more, yet usually such an item was never there from the onset. He needed to find a way to make the man move around to see if there were any abnormal proportions first to judge if anything was available. Hopefully that wouldn't prove to give him any problems though. The man before him didn't seem to carry any weapons upon first glance, but even if he didn't, he looks as though he could break Dominick in half with ease. He is going to have to be wary with this one and if need be, make a run for it.
"Why sir, I'm speaking with ya!" replied the younger boy who tucked his clearly strange and out of place pocket watch into his pocket. Considering the rags that Dominick dressed in, it didn't help his image any. "Oh, I'm not lost sir. I've lived in this port town for the past two years actually. I walked up to you because you just seemed so... Unfamiliar." the boy hoped that was the best word he could use. "Sure, this place is a trade and port town, but I can recognize people when I see them." So far he wasn't lying. Dominick stuck out his hand, hoping for a handshake from the man. "Dominick Poore sir, glad to meet you." he sounded with a toothy grin.
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Post by Khalil Gharaq on Jun 4, 2017 21:51:59 GMT -6
Khalil saw the boy eyed him up and down. That wasn't too uncommon on among these parts. Everyone wanted to know how they stacked up, and some were willing to test it. The boy put the pocket watch away. That was probably in his best interest, lest some thief see it and start getting ideas. The boy continued to speak calling him unfamiliar. Fair enough, but Khalil didn't quite know what that was supposed to mean. He mouthed the word back to the boy inquisitively. "Unfamiliar?" There was no way the kid could’ve automatically known he was a dragon, so that wasn’t a concern in Khalil’s mind. The boy went on to explain that he wasn’t lost, in fact he called this pirate’s den home. For the past two years at least.
Khalil guessed the word didn’t really matter. It was clear that the boy was trying to strike up a conversation. Dominick was his name. The dragon glared at the axe carrying boy’s hand momentarily before he grasped it with his own. The dragon returned the human's grin with a stern look. “Khalil.” It wasn’t that Khalil cared about being thought of as rude, he simply wanted to get through this interaction quickly so he could return to his own business. From the looks of it, this interaction was some sort of small talk situation.
Khalil decided to cut to the chase. “You’ve noted me as unfamiliar and introduced yourself.I aint the biggest fan of small talk, so anything else you want?” Khalil had to expect it was coin or shelter, maybe even a bodyguard. He had played that role before. Whatever it was that this Dominick wanted, Khalil probably wanted to do the opposite. He didn’t carry coin, his shelter was typically small caves on the cliffside and as for a bodyguard, well the kid carried an axe so he could take care of himself. Not to mention he had lived in Jutes for two years now. The isles had a way of toughening up a person.
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Dominick
Journeyman
Posts: 5
Profession: Gofer, "Salvager"
Affiliation: Jutes
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/post/88600/thread
OoC Alias: Rev
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Post by Dominick on Jun 4, 2017 23:42:56 GMT -6
Well wasn't this big burly man just a ray of sunshine and rainbows? Dominick guesses that he couldn't really blame him, considering this place's reputation. The place is known for its thievery and he most definitely isn't helping to go against that notion in any conceivable way. That in turn made the boy briefly think about the idea of a thief trying to pickpocket another thief.
How messed up would that be?
His thoughts were cut short when the man had mouthed back to the lad. "I, uh... What I meant was just that I haven't seen anyone like yourself around these parts. You look like a man worth remembering, especially considering the unique strand of blue hair you have." The more Dominick speak to this man, the more he regrets it, thinking he was about to be socked square in the nose.
That glare most definitely didn't help matters much. The man now known as Khalil certainly lived up to his frame's build, as the firm grasp of the handshake pulsated through Dominick like an earthquake. Maybe that was because Dominick was more of a stick in comparison, but that was besides the point. "Good to meet you Kahlil, nice to have a new face to learn around these parts." Quickly, Dominick tried to steal a glance to see if the movement form the handshake revealed any hidden treasures, but alas, none had shown their face. Maybe all this man carried really was a water skin, or maybe that he lived close by, the lad couldn't really tell.
Now Kahlil got right to the brass tax of the conversation. In that one line alone, Dominick could feel his desires drain from him, as the realization the man was a bust in terms of business. He thought making an abrupt exit would reveal his intentions though, so he thought of the only line he could come up with that might make sense. "U-uh, well sir... I... Wanted to ask you if you had heard word of a man named Wilhelm, who is a blacksmith. Very large and buff such as yourself, has shiny golden hair, and a beard to go with it. His... Hands were that of a sculptor's, and he had this... Aroma of smoke around him." If Dominick couldn't get any coin, then he sure as hell will try to glean new information about his father. "Reason I ask is because... The man's my father and well, after him being taken away, we moved out here. Seeing as you don't seem to be form around here, you... Might know something?" He asked in a questionable tone, having a raised eyebrow. "He was last known to be in Edina if that might help."
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Post by Khalil Gharaq on Jun 5, 2017 1:09:56 GMT -6
The boy began to stammer, almost as if he had begun talking before he knew what he was going to say. Needless to say, Khalil wasn't very patient for this type of thing. But Dominick did clarify what he had meant by unfamiliar. Khalil raised an eyebrow. He has lived here for two years and he hasn't seen a tan man around before? Unless all he really wanted to know was about my hair. Honestly, Khalil didn't care too much about the hair dye. It was just something his mother had once showed him how to do. She could make a paste with berries and bone, apply it to his light hair, let it sit for a while and there it would be. Khalil would have hair as blue as the ocean itself. Now Khalil wore it in his hair as a reminder of better days. Days with his family and the other survivors. Those days were long gone and he'd be damned before he spoke about any of this to some overly curious human.
Khalil grunted his response. "Just hair dye." The dragon continued half listening as Dominick continued to speak. Something about a man named Wilhelm, smokey smell, kid's dad. Khalil was about to walk right out of this conversation. Then there was something that Khalil cared about. Edina. If he recalled correctly Edina was a prison camp. Criminals would be sent there to work the mines in terrible conditions. Now wouldn't it be nice if those prisoners could escape to cause havoc among their captors. The chaos that could ensue, Khalil could see it now. The humans would just be reaping what they had sown.
Khalil focused his beady eyes. "You want to find this William or whatever? I say you go straight to the heart of the problem. Edina. And I can do you one better. I will also go to this place." If for no other reason than to scope out the area, Khalil would like to see the notorious prison camp.
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Dominick
Journeyman
Posts: 5
Profession: Gofer, "Salvager"
Affiliation: Jutes
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/post/88600/thread
OoC Alias: Rev
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Post by Dominick on Jun 14, 2017 15:44:12 GMT -6
Dominick let out a small huff. He couldn't believe he could actually make all that up on the fly. He liked to think he was good with words, but in all honesty he had no clue what he was saying until they already exited from his lips. As for his words on Khalil's appearance, he didn't think his skin tone was anything strange, no it was just the hair dye.
"Well, however you learned how to make that dye seems to work well. It looks pretty nice." Dominick is not making much headway in small talk with this guy. Something needs to come up fast if he wants to get anything interesting.
And interesting he so got. "Wh-Wh-What?!" The boy stammered once he heard the large man's reply. "Y-You want to go to Edina..?" That was the last thing Dominick had ever thought would come from mister cold, dark, and brooding. Sure, he didn't get his dad's name right, but he doesn't really care about that. Just heading towards Edina sounded like it would be a suicide mission, let alone trying to actually reach the place and make any real headway.
Dominick had to think on the proposal for a minute. Go to Edina with this guy who seems rather capable, with a chance of finding his dad so he could bring him home and live together as a family again, of course with the very large chance of death waiting. Or... Stay here in Jutes living off of thievery, having done nothing with his life. Did either option really sound appealing? Well, yes, but the idea of dying certainly wasn't.
After collecting his thoughts, Dominick finally found words to speak. "I-I... Thank you sir. I'll take you up on your offer." Dominick truly appreciated what the man had said. Now he just hoped he actually meant it. "Though if we do go, I think we might need to do some preparation first. That, and going to Edina is a... How should I say this... A death waltz. So, maybe we should get one, or two more people first?"
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Post by Khalil Gharaq on Jun 15, 2017 1:02:23 GMT -6
Khalil didn't quite have a read on this talkative stranger. Why was he so personable and complementary? Khalil knew he wanted something, but if it was information, why didn't he just come out and say it. As opposed to giving him the run around of small talk about hair. Khalil offered to accompany the boy to Edina to which the boy seemed, uncertain. Apparently, he had misgivings about even going to the area. Khalil had to assume the boy knew more about the area than he did himself. To that end, Khalil deferred to the boy's judgement.
They would have to find others. People capable of protecting themselves while simultaneously being a boon to the group. Khalil was fine with it. So long as they weren't particularly annoying, like a certain blue eyed boy, he could tolerate being around humans."Where would we find these companions?" Khalil had no connections to speak of. Typically he was a loner type, even offereing top accompany the boy was out of character for him. For this reason, he had nobody to call on for assistance. Perhaps they could hire sell swords or pirates.
Khalil left the decision making up to the boy. He was the one who cared about finding his father after all. Khalil was just in it for the possible damage it could do. Khalil made this thought clear. "Tell you what. The whole recruitment process. I'll leave that in your hands. I ain't got much to offer in the friend making department any." Not to mention he didn't carry money to hire bodyguards and he didn't frequent the taverns where the adventurous types liked to hang out.
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Dominick
Journeyman
Posts: 5
Profession: Gofer, "Salvager"
Affiliation: Jutes
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/post/88600/thread
OoC Alias: Rev
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Post by Dominick on Jun 19, 2017 20:44:33 GMT -6
Well, it was at this point that Dominick was stumped. He didn't actually know who precisely he would ask, seeing as he isn't the most liked person in this city. Then again, he likes to think he is somewhat charming and persuasive, so odds are he could scrounge up a few people. Maybe at the tavern. That always seems to be the melting pot for any hired hands.
Here's to hoping that would actually work though.
He tried running through the usual list of suspects in his head that frequent the area, but nothing really came to mind. This is a port city after all, so people come and go all the time. Oh, it seemed Khalil responded. Dominick hoped he didn't look completely lost in thought. "Well, our best option would most likley be the tavern. It is chock full of a cast of characters just waiting to be recruited. I am sure I can gather some others for us."
Now just actually happen so this guy doesn't knock me senseless.
Dominick just imagined all the people they could encounter while there. Pirates seem like the most obvious choice, knowing Jutes. Though axe wielders, swordsmen, mages, anything would do. If they really wanted to pull something off, they would have to most likley recruit an archer and a cleric at least because that would be a long and uphill battle.
"Alright, if you say so sir. You can still come along if you'd like though. Maybe size up some people you'd think benefit? You can point them out and I can gather them."
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Post by Khalil Gharaq on Jun 20, 2017 2:06:06 GMT -6
Khalil opened his waterskin and took another deep drink. He stopped drinking and let out a sigh when the journeyman mentioned a tavern. The place where humans liked to lose their heads and their coin. As if their worries were so complicated that they needed to imbibe so much in strong drink. Khalil closed the waterskin again and allowed it to fall back to his hip. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and addressed the boy.
“The tavern then.” Khalil didn’t entirely like taverns, but he knew their import in the human’s society. If only there were more civilized places where one could go to meet adventurers. But Khalil was a part of this plan as well apparently. He would point out people who seemed to fit the ticket, and Dominick would try his hand at recruiting them. It was an unexpected synergy, but it worked well for Khalil. This way he didn’t have to talk to any humans and he still got to choose who came along. Khalil was thinking a stealthy type, like a thief or some other type of outlaw. He was intending to scout the place out, not entirely take it on with a small strike force. It was wiser to see what they were getting themselves into before approaching and dying on the spot.
“Your plan is acceptable to me.” Khalil motioned for the journeyman to lead the way. Khalil had one more request. There was something that had been bothering him. “Also stop calling me Sir. You know my name.” Sir was how humans addressed other humans that they respected. Khalil was not a human. And if anything, he would rather be feared by humans. He just wasn’t as strong as he used to be.
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