Garnet
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Post by Garnet on Mar 30, 2011 20:57:44 GMT -6
"Hah! Laugh at you maybe. Swordsmen like me look good scruffy." Garnet couldn't help but ease into a relaxed mood. Things were different for him since coming out of that old ruin, and this easygoing, sarcastic tone was one thing that had changed. Or at least become more visible.
"Alright then. We're due back downstairs at full morn though, so don't plan on getting too beautiful."
It was early in the morning, but the time went quick for the red-headed mercenary. Quicker than he thought, unfortunately, for as soon as Garnet set his head down it seemed that light was attacking his "fortress of sleep" with the battering ram called consciousness. Tiredly, he got himself up, and got himself up and began prepping for the day.
Last of all, he scraped his neck, and most of his face clean of the rust colored grist that had been growing there for the last few days. It was an old guard habit to perform last minute maintenance before a mission. After all, you wanted to look good if you were going to die, get stuck in a wooden box, and get fed to worms. Or so they'd all joked with each other back then.
"Elias, I'm heading down to the front door. We'll probably be going to one of the taverns for breakfast." With that last minute call, Garnet headed out the door and down the stairs, sporting his full gear.
He still didn't have any actual armor, just the same black trousers, shirt, and vest as he'd been wearing this morning, but the large, five-and-a-half foot blade over his right shoulder was enough to show he was well armed. Far more than the comparably small and slim sword at his left hip. Standing out there, by the front entrance, he attracted a few odd looks, but in general, he just tried to act as harmless as possible. After all, it wasn't like he'd caused any trouble.
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Iorran (Tirion)
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Apr 1, 2011 16:19:08 GMT -6
Tirion continued to stand against the wall looking at the sky. He slowly realized that "morning's first light" may come later than expected. A rather large cover of clouds quickly blew in, carried by the winds sweeping the plains. A faint scent of rain hung in the air as the dark blue clouds covered the sky over Bulgar. Tirion closed his eyes to enjoy the falling raindrops. He stood there for some time, allowing the rain to wash away the sweat that accumulated on his body the night before.
Well this is fortunate. Tirion thought to himself, It seems I won't need ta pay fer a bath after all.
The rain continued on even after Tirion headed inside. He dried himself with one of the inn's towels that he found folded and stacked on a nearby shelf. When he reached his room, he noticed the window was open with rain pouring in, some getting on his father's sheets. Tirion quickly closed and latched the shutters on the window and continued about his routine.
After changing pants, he slipped his now dry tunic and blue half tunic on, securing all three with a leather belt. As he pulled his leather boots on, Aez stirred in his bed and quickly jumped upright as he rolled over the wet portion of his sheets.
"What in the - I didn't wet me sheets, did I?!" Tirion's father shouted as he bolted out of bed.
"Na, Da. It's rainin' outside. Yer window was open."
"Oh. Well then." Aez noticed Tirion buckling his second boot and proceeded to wring out the now soaked portion of his long dark auburn hair, "Ye goin' someplace?"
"Aye. Actually, I want ye ta come with me. I got a couple o' men ta convince. I met this man last night and we're meetin' him an' his friend fer breakfast." Aez jumped a bit and rushed to put on his tunic and red half tunic, the symbol of a full fledged elder council member, tying a black sash around them.
"Well then we best get goin'!" Aez said with an odd amount of vigor for just having woken up. He pulled on his own boots while Tirion picked up his gold lion-headed torc from the nearby dresser. He gave it a look and sighed. Tirion thrust the piece of jewelry in his father's face.
"Here, Da. I believe this is yers." Aez looked at the torc and took it.
"Me torc! Where did ye... did ye keep this all that time?"
"Aye. It gave me hope that you were still alive. Even if only in me heart an' mind." Tirion nearly jumped as the neck ring was thrust back at him.
"Here. Ye have it. T'aint fer me no more." Tirion took the torc and eyed it.
"But. It's yers.
"It was, but that's always been a family heirloom so I'm passin' it ta ye."
"Oh. Well... thank ye." Tirion put the torc on and left the room with Harflgar hanging in it's scabbard on his left hip and his shield hanging from his right shoulder, Aez in tow. He went over i his head if he should don his chain mail and spaulder, but he figured his shield was all the protection he might have needed if something were to happen. The two made their way to Kaela and Talia's room to almost be hit in the face by the door. Out ran the two girls, both ready for the day.
"We heard you two through the wall. We're ready to go!" Kaela said as chipper as ever. Tirion was slightly surprised by their snooping, but he remembers acting similarly at their age so he dismissed it.
"Alright, then. Let's be off. We're due out front soon."
Tirion and the others made their way out front and Tirion spied the man from the previous night.
"Ae! Er... man from before!" he called out. Tirion realized that he never really found out the man's name.
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Garnet
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You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Apr 4, 2011 20:16:34 GMT -6
Garnet looked over at the sound of Tirion's voice, grinned for a moment while raising his hand in greeting, but then frowned a bit as he realized that he, apparently, had not given his name earlier.
He headed over, and extended his hand in greeting to Tirion. "I'm sorry, I guess I didn't give my name earlier. It's Garnet."
The heavy blade on his back jostled a little as he stepped back, but the unarmored mercenary paid it no mind. It had become a fairly casual occurence since he'd started carrying the greatsword.
"I'm sorry, I tried to wake my friend, but I guess he went back to sleep or something." Garnet couldn't help but laugh to himself at the thought of the hyperactive mage sleeping.... Never.
Garnet's gaze fixed on the gear Tirion and the rest were carrying. Particularly on the small shield which was peeking over Tirion's shoulder. That brought memories of his own shield. Now simply scrap metal in his bag which he hoped would help the smith who made his next buckler.
"So this is your group then?" Some of them looked a little young, but Garnet wouldn't discount their determination because of their youth. He'd been plenty fiery at their age. Mischievous too.
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Iorran (Tirion)
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Apr 5, 2011 17:01:10 GMT -6
So Garnet was the man's name. Tirion thought it over for a second and found it appropriate. Almost too appropriate given the man's hair color.
"Nothin' ta worry 'bout. I'm sure yer friend can meet us eventually. Assumin' ye wanna help, o' course." Tirion took a step back to address Garnet's question, "Anyway, this be me party. Me da, Aez." Tirion motioned to the man who was essentially an older version of Tirion beside him. Aez walked up and gave Garnet a hearty clap on the back.
"So yer tha man me boy was talkin' 'bout! If'n I didn't know better, I'd think ye were a Norricman yerself!" he looked Garnet over a bit, "But yer far too pale!" Aez finished his horrible joke with a loud laugh straight from his gut. Tirion rubbed his temples for a second, a bit annoyed with his father, and continued.
"This is me half-sister Kaela." he mentioned while presenting the younger girl. Her auburn hair matched Tirion's, but her other features mimicked that of the other nomads in the city. Kaela nervously stepped up to Garnet.
"Um..." she began, "Hi. I'm... I'm Kaela."
"Go on lass. Nothin' ta be afraid of." Aez blurted out. Kaela responded by simply hiding behind Tirion. The swordsman sighed. So far, the group didn't seem very impressive. He got a sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to Talia who was trying her best to not get noticed.
"An' finally, this be Kaela's friend Talia." Talia looked up at the man before her and squinted as if peering through him, trying to find something. She found nothing to worry over so she returned to her attempt at not standing out.
Tirion felt nervous after his group introduced themselves. It showed a bit on his face as well. They certainly didn't come off as a force that could take back a city. If only Cray and Erie where there. They'd know how to impress this man.
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Garnet
Hero
The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Apr 6, 2011 15:00:27 GMT -6
Garnet wasn't sure how to react. He'd been surprised by Aez' reaction, but the man seemed a familiar sort to the merc. He recovered from the slap on the back quickly enough to catch that last line.
"Well," Garnet grinned, "If I'm too pale now, I'm sure I'll crisp up nicely by the time the job is finished."
Tirion's sister, Kaela received a polite smile and a nod before she jumped behind her brother. Shy little thing.
Talia was the most disconcerting of the lot. The way she looked at him seemed almost as if she was looking into her soul, or something else superstitious-sounding, despite her young age.
"So you're lookin for some help then. Let's go and talk about Mullingard, and Faererick, and this war you mentioned earlier."
They were an interesting bunch. Tirion inspired the most confidence of the lot, but there was something started here. Fighting for one's home brought out the best in everyone.
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Iorran (Tirion)
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Apr 7, 2011 6:12:38 GMT -6
Tirion picked up on Garnet's interest in the job in his response to his father's joke. Aez continued to laugh almost idiotically. It felt good to see his father in good spirits after the previous night's incident, but he had a sneaking feeling that the old man was hiding something. However, Tirion had more pressing matters to attend to.
"Well first off," Tirion began, "I won' be able ta pay ye much. Unless we succeed. O' course, if we fail then we likely won' be makin' it back." It dawned on Tirion how horrible of a job that sounded like. He hadn't realized it until just then, but the only realistic situation where Tirion would get someone to actually join them would be if that someone had a strong need to be a hero or were a complete fool. Garnet didn't seem to be the latter, but the question of if he was the former hadn't yet been answered.
"I just now realize how risky that sounds. Maybe I should 'ave said that differently. T'ain't everyday ye find someone askin' people ta join suicide missions 'round here." Tirion took a look around town at the plethora of unsavory looking individuals. It seemed many hearty characters flocked to Bulgar, "Or perhaps it is..."
Tirion took a deep breath and faced Garnet, an earnest look on his face.
"Well if ye still want in, let's pick a tavern."
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Garnet
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You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Apr 7, 2011 11:06:44 GMT -6
Garnet laughed. The fact that the man had said it was a suicide mission, and then thought better of saying that could be taken as a sign of honesty. "Rules of hiring mercenaries." Garnet held up one finger, "One. Don't tell him he won't be payed much. Two," He lifted a second finger. "Don't tell him it's a suicide mission."
The mercenary put his hands down and looked over the group again. "Lucky for you, I'm not much for mercenary rules. That, and I don't believe in suicide missions. Let's go find us a tavern. There's a good one just down the way."
Garnet had taken them to a well lit tavern which he'd been frequenting since he arrived in the city. It hadn't taken long for him to get settled in with a mug of watered ale at the corner of platter of biscuits and gravy. He played with his food a bit as he spoke, spreading the gravy further over his biscuits.
"With the proper force and positioning, anything can be dislodged. That rule has guided the work of the simplest miners, the most dedicated stone carvers, and the most effective of leaders. If you have a war monger on your hands, all that needs to be done is to find a way to," Garnet made a "click" noise with his mouth and jerked his thumb back over his shoulder in a tossing motion. "Be rid of him."
He took a bite before continuing. "Of course, It stands to reason that it's not just a simple matter, if you're all the way out here.... Who is he? What does he get from all of this?"
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Apr 11, 2011 4:28:33 GMT -6
Tirion stared begrudgingly at his plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, and beans. He ordered black pudding as well, but the server made it apparent that that particular establishment didn't serve it. In fact, she didn't even know what it was and, as Tirion and Aez explained the food to her, ran back into the kitchen, disgusted. Tirion couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would be if they had ordered haggis.
The swordsman slowly chewed one of his sausages, wondering why the cook insisted on packing it with so many spices. He listened to Garnet's speech on dislodging stubborn nuisances. He was about to answer his question about Halford when he bit down on a not yet opened pepper corn within the sausage, releasing all it's spice onto his tongue.
"AGH! Horgh il naruvrifka!" he cursed in old Norric. Aez burst into laughter as Tirion quickly gulped down a sizable portion of his flagon of mead. Finally ridding himself of the painful spice, Tirion began his answer.
"Halford is tha worst kind o' man ye could ever think o' meetin'. Petty, brash, impatient, immature, but he's a powerful warrior so he managed to climb ta tha top o' Mullingard's military. Anyone who bothers to stand in his way is in danger o' losin' their head." Tirion rubbed the front of his neck, "Thankfully, he took it upon himself ta be more creative when it came ta me an' me da."
Aez butted in, waving around a biscuit like it was a proclamation.
"He's a womanizer, too! We served together in tha military before I left ta become a councilman. Every woman I set me eyes on he snatched her up an' left her as a broken soul."
Tirion's thoughts turned to Erie.
"Aye. He's got the woman I got me eye on as we speak. I just hope she's not given inta him. Erie's a tough lass, but Halford's a monster." Tirion took a deep, shaky breath before continuing, "As fer what he gains from this takeover, I ain't completely certain, but I 'ave a hunch it has somethin' ta do with our recent treaty wit' Faerderick."
Tirion took another swig of mead and set his fork down, ready to explain the current status of the war.
"Ya see, a treaty was signed between our elders and their monarch. It was made ta stop tha war until this whole mess goin' on in tha world is behind us. Ya see, we want ta help tha rest o' Elibe. Come out o' hidin' and fight Etruria and even support one o' tha sides in tha conflict ta tha east. Halford didn't like that. He liked bein' isolated and loved killing Gaul. He already has tha council in the palms o' his hands, but he would need ta do somethin' about tha other half o' the treaty. O' course, convincin' tha Gaul king ta reject tha treaty he just so recently signed would be a dauntin' task. So he decided ta just take over Mullingard instead and launch an attack on Faerderick and spark up tha war again."
"Me an' Tirion figured out his game before tha treaty was officially signed and I confronted him. Unfortunately, I lost and found meself stranded in tha plains. He apparently tried ta kill me, but it didnt' work. Same thing happened ta me son." Aez interrupted with his mouth full of food.
"So that's it. He wants tha war back and will probably stoop ta killin' the council if he has ta. The simple summary of our plan is ta keep him from succeedin' in his machinations. "
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Elias
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I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Apr 11, 2011 21:44:23 GMT -6
"Has anyone ever told you that you are very hard to understand." Elias mumbled just loudly enough for his voice to be heard as he took a seat next to Garnet. Dark circles under his eyes, his hair a mess... erm more so then usual. Clutching his fire tome in his arms with a somewhat disillusioned look, in fact he seemed barely aware of what was going on. It was as if he was sleep walking while awake, and he probably almost tripped down the stairs. The man talking spoke in a gibberish sounding accent that murdered words before they had a chance to truly live. Luckily Elias' genius level intellect could interpret these garbled snippets of language crudely strung together into decipherable sentences.
"He's trying to keep the status quo and keep the lifestyle he's accustomed to because the weak fear change." Elias added with a vacant look over to Garnet. Then the the Red headed tan man. Then the other man then the ladies. These were the people, right? Elias didn't really understand what was going on, but that wouldn't stop him from sounding like he did. That was an innate talent of all mages, the ability to sound smart even if you are just making things up and having people believe. A lot of people were kinda stupid like that. Add the word magic to anything, and all of a sudden the words of a mage become like a golden elixer of liquified knowledge even if it's just snake oil in nice looking bottles.
"From the sounds of it, you people have been fighting for a while. There's probably quite a few people who will be assisting him because of the sheer virtue and persistent strength of petty superficial grudges." It was an inconvenient truth, old grudges die the hardest. He absentmindedly stole one of Garnet's biscuits. "So it might be a bit difficult with just six people, even ones as supernaturally talented as I." He mentioned and began to eat the pilfered food. "I wouldn't be surprised if more then a few people are actually in cahoots and he's just the face of the problem, that's usually how it works out."
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Apr 11, 2011 21:58:24 GMT -6
Tirion observed the newcomer as he sat down and listened to his input. Much of it was what he and his father already knew, of course. They spent much time investigating Halford's dealings, after all.
"Aye. He has many supporters. For instance, most o' tha armed forces of our fair city are at his beck an' call. Though I know fer a fact that I have a man on the inside who ought ta be rallyin' an army o' his own waitin' fer me ta come back. At least..." Tirion's thought turned to Cray for a second. Had he noticed that Tirion wasn't really sent out as an envoy? He was smart, but a bit absent minded at times, "At least I hope he is. Plus, I managed ta get all o' the Kutolah tribe ta support us. We'll have soldiers before reachin' Mullingard and hopefully more upon enterin' tha city."
Tirion remembered the man's comment about his accent.
"An' by the by, I only sound odd to ye because yer not used ta me people. Ta be honest, it took me some time ta get used ta how all o' ye sound. Though ye'dbetter get used ta me, 'cause where I come from, this is a well practiced speaker's dialect. Ye should hear some o' our... less intelligent folks." Tirion said with a smirk.
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Garnet
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You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Apr 13, 2011 21:32:33 GMT -6
"You seem... tired." Garnet said, as Elias approached them. Garnet listened to what his mage pal said. It made sense. He also noticed the red-head - so many red-heads! - swipe one of his biscuits from the plate, though his only reaction was to stealthily dump a particularly large pile of salt on the next closest biscuit to Elias. It was practically invisible on the already pale bread.
"The Kutolah Tribe. I've heard of them. One of the largest troops of the regional nomads, right? And I don't know Tirion." Garnet smirked over to the red-(still with the red hair)-headed Tirion. "If we run into any of your "less intelligent folks", you'll probably have to serve as translator."
Garnet stared down absently into his plate of food, considering the challenge ahead. Basically, he had already decided to go with them, even if he hadn't said so officially.
"This... Halford. You said he's a strong fighter.... Where is he not strong." Everyone had a weakness, or so Garnet believed. Spend enough time studying a criminal's habits, and you'd find a weak point in his scheme. It was the same in battle.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Apr 15, 2011 20:36:05 GMT -6
"He sounds to be the vain and stupid type, meaning he's, well, vain and stupid. He probably has more then enough people to do the thinking for him, but that's assuming he'll listen to those ideas." Elias muttered, rubbing his hairless chin. He was going off of guesses and estimations. "I have the feeling if he gets an idea in his head, he'll follow it through no matter how dumb it actually is. Alla, sparing you two. A smart man wouldn't bother, he'd kill you out right. That means he's either dumb, noble, or proud, but from the sounds of it he's not afraid to play dirty so that strikes proud and noble off the list." He continued his mini rant, holding the biscuit up and looking at it. Eugh, gravy. Drowning one food in another is disgraceful. Garnet had no culinary taste, luckily Elias had enough for the both of them. Those four too, if they go along with them, Elias had a lot of taste.
He took a large bite and swallowed quickly, so the time he had to actually taste the food was minimal. It didn't taste bad or anything, his pride just demanded such behavior. A pride that, wounded as it may be right now, couldn't be changed in front of people. How would his fans react? "So we're going to be in Sacae? I always thought they were full of the skinny people, you two are awfully beefy." He mused quietly, this wasn't a good thing. He left Sacae in the first place to deliver a message... he wondered if it ever reached Ilia like it was supposed to? How was Richter now? Oh well, it didn't matter, that isn't the point here. The point was that he was whisked out of Etruria before completing his mission! How will Ilia react? It was of utmost importance and stuff! And now he was bumming around Sacae with a group of men who swing around tree-trunks made of steel and call themselves swordsmen.
Well... there were worst ways to spend time. Also, he's grown rather fond of Garnet so he didn't want to leave him just yet. Also justice.
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Iorran (Tirion)
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Apr 17, 2011 9:57:02 GMT -6
Aez stared at Elias disapprovingly.
"Ye make tha mistake o' countin' Halford among us humans. Tha man is a monster. He's not amazin'ly intelligent, but he's no dunce. He simply takes pride in bein' a ruthless, bloodthirsty, psychopath. He revels in it." Aez corrected the mage. Tirion could detect a hint of pent up hatred in his father's voice. It was well warranted. Halford was insane beyond any possible help, "Leavin' us alive was mostly part o' his sick game. Not a very smart move, yes, but knowin' him, there's a reason behind it."
Tirion spoke up to answer Elias' next question, placing his fork down next to his plate.
"Well we're not technically part o' Sacae. Me people an' our sister tribe o' Gaul were isolated fer quite some time. I hope ta be able ta make a formal meetin' o' the three main tribes on tha plains. Hopefully, we can be inducted as proper Sacaeans after this is all over." Tirion took a swig of his mead before moving on to Garnet's question, "As fer Halford, me da is right. He's twisted beyond help an' has a decent head on his shoulders, but he has one flaw. He's prone ta fits o' anger. However, that's only a weakness if we're strong enough ta fight 'im off. The man's a force o' nature."
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Garnet
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Post by Garnet on Apr 20, 2011 21:58:48 GMT -6
OoC: Heh, sorry. Not very talkative tonight, and the post length suffers for it.
BiC:
Garnet listened, as the others talked of Halford. Honestly, things sounded grim. Even Garnet's unusually benevolent attitude would have been hard pressed to convince the merc to get involved in all this, if it hadn't been for one thing.
"Well, you said you're gathering an army, so I don't suppose you'll make a go of this before you're ready. Elias, you up for this?"
This Halford sounded like the sort who needed some convincing of the error of his ways. Being smacked down by an army of foreigners would be an ironic way to show him that he couldn't stay hidden in seclusion forever.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Apr 21, 2011 23:11:48 GMT -6
Sextimus listened intently to the red-haired group as they discussed their dire situation. Tim had been in the tavern a good fifteen minutes or so before the group of mercenaries, or sacaens, or group of red-heads, or whatever they were, had entered the tavern. Although the tanned, large men seemed to take off a letter or two from their words, it wasn't too difficult to understand what they were saying. Tim only felt lost when the young, big fellow started shouting in some strange tongue. It reminded him of his youth when he pissed off all the mercenaries on his parent's farm. The collaboration of all their voices upon his return wasn't even intelligible. The infamous day stood out as both a crowning achievement and a dreadful mistake.
Pulling himself from his memories, Sextimus continued his eavesdroping and learned of a sacaen brute. Prone to fits of anger, stupid, and a monster? Reminded him of his own parents. Sextimus chuckled, as he cut one of his potatoes in half. No, his parents weren't monsters. Stupid, angered easily...... slave drivers? That was a little more accurate. Sextimus smiled as he stuck his fork into a piece of potato. He slowly lifted the bit of vegetable and sighed.
While gazing at his potato, Tim heard the pale, courteous one say that the big guy was building an army. He paused for a moment, an idea was forming in his head. Should he help them? Well, he was looking for purpose, where would he find a better one? It took Tim only a few seconds to come across his rash decision. Tim took a deep breath and calmly placed his fork on his breakfast plate. He turned around and slowly approached the group of red-heads. "Excuse, but I couldn't help hearing....." He paused for moment, realizing how unfitting his choice of words was. "Erm, eavesdropping would be more precise, but that's not important." He corrected himself, while trying to keep a placid face. "You're apparently taking up the task of overthrowing a blight of a man in Sacae, I would like to help you." He said plainly. "Do you require me to sign some paperwork, or is my word good enough?"
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