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.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 23, 2011 9:04:41 GMT -6
He shot a bit of a dirty look at the man who spoke down to him, or at least it felt that way in his mind. He had a few choice words and thoughts to say, but refrained, and instead let them fester in the recesses of his mind. Grumbling a bit as the tower of meat blathered about how much Halford blah blah. The way he talked, you'd think he has a hate-crush on the man. His son wasn't any better in that regard.
While he didn't feel ready, and honestly the idea of ditching them grew more and more appealing by the moment... It would be a shame to not show everyone what he was capable of, hell if this man is really so turrible then maybe it will propel Elias to that level of Hero he was dieing for. "As ready as I'll ever be I suppose." He grumbled, but feigned a smile. Now that he thought about it, every other campaign for herodom resulted in failure, the latest being... by far the most... No, now's not the time. Shortly after someone walked up, but the Crimson Mage didn't really care. He wasn't really in the mood to deal with people outside of the ones he was already dealing with, and he barely wanted to deal with those in all truth.
Hopefully this mission will bring back his Crimson Flair. It's been so boring being depressed.
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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!
Posts: 330
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Garnet on Apr 25, 2011 19:28:22 GMT -6
"Hmm... How about that. It seems this is one of those "storybook taverns", where all the good guys meet before they set out on their epic adventures." Garnet mused to himself as the grey-haired man joined them.
"I wouldn't worry about eaves dropping. We weren't being overly quiet, and these fellas are looking to hire."
The mercenary couldn't help but miss the old Elias, as he nodded in acknowledgment of his friend's statement. Something had changed since that ruin they'd tried to get into.
Garnet shifted on his bench as he took a bite of his biscuits and gravy, savoring the burn of the pepper he'd added. "About payment. I'd figure a high risk job like this would pay fairly well on completion, and this Halford sounds wealthy. Truth be told, I'm not in it for the money as much as I ought to be, but I imagine your target will provide for most, if not all of the fees, right?"
The etrurian thought it fair enough, though Tirion and the others may have issues with that which Garnet hadn't thought of. Nothing for it but to wait now.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
Posts: 88
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on May 4, 2011 18:24:06 GMT -6
Tirion's eyebrow twitched at the sudden arrival of this stranger. He would have jumped if not for his current excursion into his own thoughts. He had much to think of. A lot was ahead of him and even though he was busy recruiting these two, he was still thinking ahead. Mostly on what the situation was in his home city at the time, but also on how the Kutolah chief is faring. Tirion looked up at the man and began to speak, but Aez was already on his feet and patting the man on his back.
"O' course, me ol' stranger! No foul on tha earwiggin'! We wouldn't give out on ya. We'd be eejits fer bein' like-ahahahahahaha! Sorry, I jus thought o' somefin' I 'aven't in a donkey's years! Siddown! Siddown!" Aez's words spilled out in a mashed up slurred version of his normal accent. Tirion hung his head and buried his face in his hands.
"Da. Yer drunk. Get off 'im!" Tirion sternly barked. Aez turned to Tirion and poked him on the shoulder.
"I ain't fluthered! Ye're daft, ya git! I only 'ad two drinks!" Aez motioned to a very impressive collection of nearly a dozen flagons of ale, all empty. Tirion stood up and pried his father off the newcomer and sat him back down. He turned to the man and extended his arm for a handshake.
"I apologize fer me da. He's a fan o' tha drink. Yer welcome ta come if ye want. Just know that it's a dangerous mission." He turned to Garnet, "And yes. Halford's personal wealth will likely provide most o' tha pay I can provide. Like I said, I cannae really pay ye unless we succeed. O' course, if we don't, we'll likely all be killed."
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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.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on May 5, 2011 15:30:31 GMT -6
None of this was interesting him, in fact he felt a strong urge to just up and leave. This wasn't any of his business, he didn't like the brutes he'd have to be working with, he'd probably just muck it all up anyway. Dammit. The crimson blunder put his head to the table, looking down into the wooden nothingness it contained. Letting out a light groan over his annoyance. He felt so out of place in this situation. He wasn't the hero, he was just some hired help at best. Even if they won, the two red heads over there being drunken idiot would get all the credit. Not that he even really cared about the glory right now, it was a moot point after all. He wasn't going to be a hero, not now not ever.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go sort through my spell notes." This was basically 'magese' for I wanna go be alone. If there was another mage, he'd ask to compare notes, and both would basically know that he just wanted to get away and probably laugh behind other peoples backs for being so stupid. Mages were jerks like that sometimes.
So, with minimal fanfare, a mostly empty stomach, and a headache starting to rear it's head, Elias got up and away from the group. He was confident Garnet would relay anything important to him later. Though he doubt anything the two drunken neanderthals had to say would be particularly important.
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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!
Posts: 330
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Garnet on May 6, 2011 1:29:12 GMT -6
Garnet frowned as Elias walked away. The kid simply wasn't being himself. Nothing to be done for it. He turned his attention back to those gathered at the table.
"My, oh my. What a joyful prospect. Kill the cretin and we get payed. Don't kill him, and your lands are covered in blood, forever." Garnet thought that painting the bleakest picture possible would prevent any issues from taking them by surprise later. That didn't mean he expected the worst, but stating it just helped him put things into perspective for the mission.
He ignored Aez' drunkeness. If the man could drink that much and think so lightly of it, then he would be a good sturdy hand to have for the fight. That, or he was just a skilled drunkard.... The merc wondered if the term skilled should be applied to the word "drunkard".
"Alright then." Garnet said, leaning forward, and putting his weight on the table. "What's the next step then. How long till we can go and bag us a Halford."
If Garnet was sounding overconfident, it was because he saw no point to worrying. That, and after seeing those grouped together here, he was certain they'd be able to take down this man, if they could just set up the right opportunity.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
[M:0]
There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
Posts: 28
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Post by Sextimus on May 7, 2011 22:41:22 GMT -6
The group seemed quite welcoming, save the red haired mage. It made sense considering the situation they were in. Didn't sound like they had the luxury of turning down a fresh bow, like himself. Before he could reply regarding wages, the massive drunken Sacaen almost tackled him. Tim's breath leaped out of his mouth as the jolly drunkard swung an arm around his shoulder. Tim smiled, before smelling the horrid, drunken breath of the man. His smiled vanished as his lips curled and his eyes widened. Tim was going to try and politely remove the gibberish speaking man from his shoulder, when his son intervened. He chuckled as the father pointed at his large collection of recently drunken bottles. "There is no need to apologize for your father's behavior plainsroamer." Sextimus said with a smile. He was hoping that that "plainsroamer" wasn't particularly offensive in the Sacaen culture. "I find your father's behavior quite enjoyable. There aren't a lot of men like him back in Ilia, well there are plenty of warriors like him, but few of them are as open and jolly. Well, that's from my experience at least."
Tim was a little confused as he watched the red mage walk away. This all seemed fairly impor'stant and notes could probably wait. Maybe it was just a magician thing.
As the two remaining/sober red-heads continued Tim once again gave his two cents. "As delightful as your tribes riches do sound, for the moment don't feel concerned about paying me. I've my own reasons for joining, and for now at least, I would prefer not to disclose them." He paused, taking a deep breath. It felt like he was giving a resume. Well, in a way, he was, wasn't he? "I'm also a fairly experienced hunter, so if you run low on provisions just tell me and I'll go for a walk in the woods." Sextimus stated, folding his hands and taking the mage's former seat. Little sweat beads were forming at the grey hunter's forehead. He was handling this rather smoothly considering he'd never applied for a mercenary job before. Guess listening to all those boring resumes his parents went through had paid off.
Wait, Tim had never killed before, and he was applying for a job as a mercenary. That might be a problem to his employer. Tim was going to mention this to the burly Sacaen when he realized how off topic his interjection must have driven them. It could wait until later. "Erm, sorry I'm sure I just cut into a very important conversation. Forgive me and please continue." He said, leaning back in the creaky chair.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on May 9, 2011 1:57:40 GMT -6
Tirion faced the man who just then replaced Elias at the table and gave a chuckle.
"Plainsroamer? Well perhaps a few hundred years ago that name would work, but we cannae be called that anymore. Tha Norric only roam these plains ta farm and war in this age. Me and me da are the rare sort. Me da more 'an me seein' as I'm only out an' about 'cause o' me task. Tha very task I'm recruitin' fer." He leaned back in his chair, producing a loud creaking noise, with his flagon of mead in hand. "Aye, we're not like tha other tribes 'round here. Hell, I'd go as far ta say we cannae be considered a tribe no more."
Tirion looked at the ceiling as he pondered Garnet's inquiry. There was an awful lot to think of.
"As fer how long before we shove off..." the large Norricman leaned forward, once again hunched over the table, "Well we may need ta restock our supplies fer tha trip back ta tha Kutolah settlement. They promised that they wouldn't move until we made our way back, but if'n they happen ta not be where they were before it may take longer ta find 'em. Tha trip could take anywhere form a handful o' days ta weeks dependin' on where they are." He took a large gulp of his mead, the spiced honey ale sliding smoothly down his throat. After setting his drink back down, he continued.
"After we discuss me plan with their chief, we'll be headin' ta Mullingard. Just tha seven o' us. Well... seven if'n yer mage friend feels he doesn't hate us enough ta leave." Tirion grimaced int he direction that Elias left. He had really hoped that the mage didn't dislike them too badly. The way he acted around them sure made it look like he wasn't fond of the Norricmen, "I'd look fer more ta recruit, but too many people can cause problems fer what I have planned."
Tirion glanced at Kaela and Talia who both looked impatient and bored by all the talking. Well, Kaela did, anyway. It was always difficult to tell what Talia was feeling. In fact, her blank stare caused him to feel slightly depressed. The swordsman finished his mead and stood up. After adjusting his tunic, he walked to the two girls, producing a few coins from his purse.
"Here's some coin. Think of it as yer allowance fer tha trip. Spend it on whatever ye want in town, but be back at the inn by sundown." The girls took the money and happily left the tavern to go shopping. Talia even seemed less depressing. Tirion always found it odd how money could improve moods, but he had lots of experience with using it just for that purpose. Cray was a big fan of shopping and Tirion was known to purchase gifts for erie from time to time. It was about as close to having an actual relationship with her that he ever felt comfortable with.
Tirion turned and faced the group.
"I think it's time fer us ta shop some as well. Again, we'll meet back at the inn by sundown." he grabbed his father, who was busy nodding off to sleep, and pulled him to his feet, "And you need ta get back ta bed."
"But I wannae go shoppin'!" Aez blurted in protest, hiccuping directly after.
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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.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on May 9, 2011 21:17:32 GMT -6
The mage noticed the spot he left was quickly replaced by some other random braggart. This was stupid, it was completely moronic. Just some random schmuk coming from nowhere and taking his spot. He was nothing, he wasn't the Crimson Mage. It was dumb, it was pretentious... Why on earth did it make him feel so absolutely horrible? Dammit, The Crimson Mage doesn't cry! Especially for stupid things like this.
In a huff he headed out the building and into the inn, his stuff was there so it wasn't like it was a weird thing or anything. Retreating into the room he and Garnet shared, he dug into his things. Tossing aside those stupid little objects he's picked up here and there on his adventure. A ripped anima tome, a brown cloak, a stupid toy ring, an annoying skull... He wasn't even sure what it was he was looking for, oh wait there it is. He took the silly book and slammed it onto the bed. It didn't make a satisfying thud at all. CURSE YOU BEDS, WHY MUST YOU BE SO SOFT AND COMFORTABLE. He wanted to be angry and upset, but the astounding deals and quality service this inn provided made it hard.
Slamming the book open angrily, he looked down at what was in it. He took a long, hard look, before closing it again with a small sigh. It didn't really matter. Maybe he should just take a nap, or something. The less time he had to think about it, the better it all was. Of course he was kidding his self if he actually thought he could get sleep, sleep caused this problem. No he didn't want to go back to that if he could help it. There was a reason he was tired.
Instead he banged his head against the wall, once and gently. Leaving it there, doing nothing but breathing. In the corner of his eye he spotted that little toy ring he tossed. It made him crack a smile, one that died in the same swift stroke as the memory was tainted by less then desirable thoughts. He picked the little trinket up, it was probably something she picked up at the general store. In those barrels of shoddy kid toys you saw everywhere, peddling low quality goods for low quality goods prices. It was metal, had been painted pink and green and such with a big fake jewel in it. Those ones that you can tell are fake just by looking at it, though it felt fake too.
He couldn't put it on, he didn't deserve it. Instead he just stashed it in his robe. He gathered the rest of his garbage too, putting it all together. He also had a nice assortment of pelts that he really needed to get to a tailor or something. They've been cleaned, but it was still kinda gross lugging around dead animal skin. Ugh, that mission again. He placed his head on the wall again, sighing. "I wonder what those guys are talking about..."
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
[M:0]
There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
Posts: 28
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Post by Sextimus on May 11, 2011 17:33:56 GMT -6
Tim's eye was caught by the swift and frustrated exit of the crimson cloaked mage. Had Tim offended him in some way? He probably had, curse his upbringing, he should have known better then to have so quickly taken his seat. How distressing it was to be deprived of basic manners.
Norric? No wonder Tim was unable to recognize the man's accent. He hadn't even heard of a Norric tribe until now, which was quite puzzling. Though Tim had little access to the outside world, having been locked up on his family farm for the last two decades, he'd actually met a fair number of Sacaens. Sacaens were, with good reason, his parents second most frequent costumers. Of course the Ilians needed mounts, and as such the farm mainly raised animals for the mercenaries. But, the proximity they had with Sacae attracted many a wandering nomad. And when those nomads inspected those horses, they were not at all dissapointed. The result was a slow trickle of satisfied plainsmen, that turned into a river of curious warriors. If memory served correctly, the Kutolah were among them. Good..... or bad. Housing the runaway son of your most generous breeders could be... problematic. Plus there was still the fact that Sextimus hadn't killed another human being. He needed to discuss these things with the burly Sacaen. Maybe, having never dealt with the Ilian breeders, he would be understanding regarding Tim's "pilgrimage". The Sacaen didn't seem picky, but coercing him to .
Some shopping sounded good as well. Tim had skinned a few squirrels and other sorts of critters on his way to Bulgar. Maybe he'd be able to fetch some coin for his work. Tim didn't have the materials required to make clothes out of such small hides. It'd be a shame if he couldn't. He'd hate to waste the hides of the tiny creatures, their bodies had the right to serve others in death.
That was quite a list of chores to have been bombarded with. Guess a mercs life was more hectic then a farmhand's.
Sextimus was about to follow his employer when he remembered that he had left his table unseated and his bill unpayed. He figured he would pay for his meal, tavern's generally didn't like it when you eat for free. He rummaged through his pockets to find only a meager bit of gold. Curses, he should have raided his folk's safe before departing Ilia. He frowned and placed the gold on the table.
Sextimus turned back to see the red-head shouldering his father. Such a sight was.... warmingly new. Tim moved next to the Sacaen's father. "Here, let me give you a hand with him." He said, although he was fairly certain the muscle-bound red-head could manage on his own. After all, he didn't seem to be struggling supporting his dad. Still, this would give Tim an opportunity to discuss his own handicaps. Tim bent down and moved the father's arm unto his own shoulder. He could already tell that he wouldn't have been able to carry the Sacaen on his own. "And please, don't tell me you can handle it. I don't know where this inn of yours is and I'd feel rather rude asking for directions and then leaving you to carry your dad."
He paused, trying to get a good grip on the father. "O, I'm sure you'd like to know your mercenaries name. Mine is Sextimus, might I be privy to yours?" It wasn't hard to guess that Tim was being picky in his choice of words, a clear sign of trying too hard to impress someone.
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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!
Posts: 330
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Garnet on May 11, 2011 21:31:33 GMT -6
"Don't worry, Aez. I'll bring ye back a bottle of the good stuff from one of the shops. For the road, you understand." Garnet smiled out of amusement at the man, and his son. They were both so committed to seeing this through, and they seemed to be an interesting folk. Garnet couldn't help being interested in the Norric people.
Seeing that the newcomer, and Tirion had Aez well in hand, and that the girls had run off, Garnet determined his own course of action. "In the meantime, I think I'll go and track down our Crimson Mage. We've just separated from some friends, and it probably has him down. If it's not that, I've got no idea what it could be...."
Garnet left the tavern and headed over to the inn which they were staying at. Climbing the steps brought with it a few jingles of clanking metal, as the slimsword at the merc's side clashed against the iron blade across his back. Two quick raps on their door were punctuated by the room door swinging open. Inside, he found Elias sorting his stuff out and repacking it in his bags....
"You're still carrying those old pelts? Hmm.... I wonder how much they'd sell for." The swordsman chuckled a bit, before sitting down on his bed.
"Elias, what's bothering you?... Would you have rather followed Mana, or Lilith?" Garnet wondered outloud. The mage had seemed to get along with both, and who could blame him if he wanted to follow them rather than stuffy old Garnet. Or, rowdy Garnet. Or, whatever Garnet was these days.
OoC: I'm thinking that I could use the last couple paragraphs as the start of a support, if you still felt open to that, Eli.
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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.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on May 12, 2011 2:02:20 GMT -6
"Knowing my luck they're probably possessed by demons that attract unholy monstrosities that will be plaguing us across the trip until I figure it out, but have already been possessed myself and find myself unwilling to relinquish it. Leading to a scene in which you must kill me to save everyone." He muttered this all off hand, as if he didn't even give it a second's thought. It sounded like some stupid story you'd read in some stupid book for dumb children, just with the names changed around. "I dunno if they'd sell for much. Considering the abominations I skinned them from, I don't know if there's much of a market for demonic leather made from the souls of the eternally tortured or whatever the hell those wolves end up being." His words were clear, but he didn't really even bother looking at Garnet. For many reasons, actually, but if he had to pick one for some omniscient observer of the situation, ashamed would probably be the best.
It was quiet, the air in the room was heavy with the suffocating silence. A silence sliced in two by Garnet's cutting question. "Elias, what's bothering you?... Would you have rather followed Mana, or Lilith?"
"No!" His voice surprised even him. He flipped around and look right at Garnet's face, his green eyes wide with embarrassment. Welp, it was too late to save face now. The crimson mage let out a little sigh, shifting in his spot and sitting at the edge of the bed facing his mercenary friend. Friend. That felt weird. "No, it's... It's not that. If anything I'm surprised you haven't asked me to leave yet." He tried to laugh, it came out strained and forced. Wrong. "I..." His words began, unsure of where exactly he wanted to head with it. Grabbing on to his arm instinctively as he faced the other man. "I guess I've just been having a rough few days."
((Oh sure, go ahead. It can start and take place after my post. Or we could repeat the posts there.))
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
Posts: 88
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on May 13, 2011 6:39:17 GMT -6
Tirion was pleasantly surprised by the newcomer's helpfulness. He was thankful that he'd managed to meet so many nice people in his travels so far. It happened to be a widely believed superstition among the Norric people that outsiders were rude and crass and didn't want anything to do with you or your problems. Besides that mage fellow, Tirion seemed to have proven that belief wrong. Or perhaps he was just lucky enough to meet exceptionally nice individuals.
Another surprise came at the man's name. Though this wasn't pleasant; just surprising. What a bogglingly odd name, Tirion thought. He couldn't begin to fathom where the man came from with a name like that. Or maybe he was from a decidedly plain nation, but his parents had an odd naming sense. The swordsman shrugged and hefted his father up, realizing that he lifted him off of Sextimus' shoulders. He felt it was sometimes a burden to be so tall and this was such a situation. So, to spare the man's feelings and allow him to "help", as Tirion could easily carry his father to the inn by himself, he hunched over until Aez's arm laid itself back on his shoulder.
"A pleasure ta meet ye, Sextimus. Ye may call me Tirion. The oaf we're carryin' is me da, Aez."
With that, Tirion began moving towards the bar to pay for the meal, his now pacified father in tow.
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Zeran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
Posts: 14
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Post by Zeran on May 14, 2011 7:24:56 GMT -6
Outside of the tavern, one man clothed in black was making his way towards the door. Nobody in the town knew him, as he had just arrived, and thus had a clean slate to do as he wished. However, conditions weren't as they had been in the previous town, where there had been a smart-a** noble/tax-collector who didn't know how to show some restraint for the people, and even taking much more than necessary. He doubted that he would be able to make a large gain here as he did there, not many people showing off any wealth. Stopping by the door and looking in, the hooded man frowned at the prospect of any information he might find about any wealth to be found here. As good a place as any... His hand reaching up to pull on the end of his hood that hanged down far enough to cover his eyes, the young man would enter through the doors in a casual stroll.
His eyes moving across the room, Zeran noticed a large gathering of people here, though, to be honest, Quite a strange gathering of people... From appearances, some of them didn't blend together well, obviously coming from different conditions, different environments, etc., et cetera. Currently conversing with one another, he could catch a few names aimed at people here and there, Sextimus, What kinda name is that?, aimed towards the man carrying what seemed to be a drunkard by the name of 'Aez', and one other name, Tirion, likely the one who had just spoken. Dismissing most of the minor details from his mind, the young man noticed 'Tirion' moving towards the bar while shouldering the dead weight of the drunk. Even with weapons in view, Zeran couldn't help but enjoy the situation as both men were easily occupied by the man, and, tugging on his hood again, he walked forward, directly, into the path of the man 'Tirion', bumping into him heavily, giving a grunt as Zeran's hand tactfully and quickly aimed for the man's wallet, which if unseen would make its way up his sleeve for the time being, as he would stumble backwards from the force of the impact, unlikely to hurt either of them in any way.
((Italics are thoughts if you didn't know.))
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
Posts: 88
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on May 14, 2011 7:54:38 GMT -6
While carrying Aez, Tirion was bumped into rather forcefully by another stranger. However, Tirion's sturdy stance tempered from years of being a member of the Mullingard vanguard allowed him to not be moved an inch. The large swordsman was about to apologize and excuse himself and the others when he felt a hand grope at his waist. It was obvious what was happening. In his head, Tirion chuckled a bit. Of all the people to pickpocket, why would this mystery person choose a giant like him?
Still holding Aez, Tirion spun around, Harflgar drawn and pointed at the man's throat. He took a good look at the man who now stood in front of him. The black hair and clothing depicted one who did not want to be seen. However, the red in the man's hair and his red cloak said otherwise. It was an odd fashion choice, but Tirion really had no room to talk considering he chose to wear his councilman's half tunic at all times. The Norricman smirked and pulled out his coin purse from a pocket inside of his tunic located at his chest. He jingled the purse a bit, mocking the thief.
"Lookin' fer this? I know what yer thinkin'. Big man equals dumb man, right? Well I've had me fair share o' pickpockets target me back home. T'ain't no stranger ta thieves, I am." still holding Aez up with his shoulders, Tirion took out a few coins and tossed them to the thief.
"There. If yer so desperate ta steal from me then have a bit o' coin fer yer trouble. I admire tha guts it took, me boyo."
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Zeran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
Posts: 14
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Post by Zeran on May 14, 2011 8:21:30 GMT -6
((I only wear a crimson scarf, not a crimson cloak... 0.o))
His attempt failing, Zeran stumbled backwards as the man drew his sword, aimed right at Zeran's throat, which made him freeze for a second, save for putting his hands in the air. He didn't expect the man to be able to draw his sword while hefting up the drunkard. Probebly would be taken to jail now, which Zeran would probebly be break out easily with his lockpick in his boot, just another flaw in being a wandering thief. Grinning slightly at what would likely happen, he watched the man pull out his wallet from his tunic, which made his grin disappear rather quickly. I need to work on my theiving skills if it was in that obvious a place...
Then, the unexpected happened, the man actually took out a few coins and threw them to him, which Zeran caught in his right hand, the drunkard only being supported by his shoulders. Now two things hit him then, one being that his plan hadn't been that smart with this kinda guy, basing things only on assumptions, and two, the guy was letting him go? With a few of his coins? There was silence for a second, and then, Zeran started chuckling, building up into a full blown laughter that could be heard outside of the tavern. In this, Zeran's left hand was raised up to his face as he threw his head back with laughter. It wasn't laughter of madness, or of despair, but rather one of pure enjoyment.
Ending his laugh half a minute later, Zeran's hand wiped a tear from his eye as he sighed quietly, adjusting his position to look the man straight in the eyes. "Its not every day I meet a guy who doesn't throw a thief in the dungeon and instead gives him a few of the gold he was trying to steal," Zeran spoke in a grin. "I got to know, why did you do it? Pity? Self-Gratification?" Exhaling, Zeran leaned in a bit closer, avoiding the tip of the sword, and spoke in a hushed tone. "You're name's Tirion, correct? How about I do you a favor for not throwing me into a cell? Need to break in somewhere, get some info from the underground network, anything in a thief's repertoire, I'll do for the favor." Might even give me some insight in what I want to do with my life.
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