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 Dec 3, 2011 0:07:47 GMT -6
Sextimus woke up in a disgruntled state. His body was still sore from yesterday's run in the sun, and his spirits were still sullen from having abandoned the burly Sacaen's quest. The Sacaen and his father, and all those other people he'd recruited, were probably long gone by now. They probably jumped ship sometime last night, after Tim had backed out. And now, he was alone, without a duty, berating his pitiable self. Why did he do that? He'd finally had to chance to make something of himself and he couldn't do it. What had been inhibiting him? Some ill-timed sense of unfulfillment, some jealousy of his cocky, perfect, mercenary of a brother, some fear of never being able to achieve his ambitions? He'd let the chance of a life-time slip through his fingers. He'd let the chance to learn from the Sacaens pass him by. He could have been a hero in their eyes, one of the few men who'd saved them their wicked leader, Harfold. Harfold? It was something like that. Maybe if all went well, he could have used that to integrate into their tribe. A romantic dream yes, but it was his dream. It was the whole reason he'd fled to the plains in the first place. He had a genuine interest in Sacaen tribes. And now, he had let the first, best chance he'd ever receive just flutter away in the winds. He'd failed himself. He'd failed his dreams.
Tim laid there in bed staring a small beam of light, filtering from an open window. Tim could smell something. It smelled.... sweet. But it had a bad aftersmell. It was like something was very casually charming its way into his nose, only to abandon all forms of tact and rob his nostrils of all their valuables. Yeah, that was the smell of some kind of herb. The stuff the Sacaen's burned whenever they wanted a smoke. So it was smoke. During this time, Tim was gradually realizing just how stupid his analogy had been.
He chuckled to himself. That was kind of funny, his analogy that is. His bleak world had just become a little brighter.
The grey hunter, still frowning, rose up in his bed. He rubbed his eyes, his body perked up a bit. Funny, up until know he'd thought that his bed was hard. But, it wasn't. It wasn't particularly soft or comfortable, but it wasn't necessarily painful to rest on. In fact, it was a little bouncy.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
"Bounce." He mused to himself, his maudlin frown was being eradicated with each bounce. It was silly, so much so that it wasn't even particularly funny. Tim didn't know why he was taking such a joy in his child-like activity, but he was. And it made him a little happier.
He bounced off of the bed, moving over to the window and staring outside. Bulgar's street's were bustling. One could already here the sounds of traders trying to barter with their customers. The city had a livelihood, a spirit. To think, Tirion was starting a very deadly, epic journey, and Tim was coping with an awful tragedy, and yet these people didn't care. They just kept going on about their business, uninhibited by the small fates of a handful of men. There was a beauty in that. A beauty that Tim did not fully understand. But, that was ok. He still felt it. And that was all he needed.
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Hoff
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Post by Hoff on Dec 3, 2011 11:42:37 GMT -6
(ooc: merchant and I have a future together, just throwing it in here to get it started - wont continue it here and mess up your thread. you can safely skip the first part)
Hoff entered the largest Sacae town near morning. He had picked up a fair bit of gold in Erutria - things were looking better for the Thief as he thought back on a year of barely managing to scrape enough to keep himself properly nourished. When living on the move food was a more difficult to come by then when he was among friends. Granted, he left that life for a reason - mostly, thugs really don't make the greatest of friends after all.
He found a busy street and moved trough the crowd - shops were just starting to open and merchants were laying out their items. The chatting crowd ignored him as he walked around, often stepping into some of the shops - now that he had some gold it was actually fun to look trough the wares.
In this manner he walked inside a store that had a large blacksmith sign above it. Getting a nice new sword or dagger would be a great way to spend his money. Looking around the shop however he saw no sign of a smith - the walls were lined with weapons and fine armors, and in the cold forge in the corner was also also covered in various goods. All of them looked very expensive and of very high quality.
A leather cuirass hanging on the wall caught the Thief's eye and he walked near it to inspect. It would cover his full torso and had straps over the shoulders and the pauldrons were attached only near the neck-piece as to not constrict the wearer's arms' range of motion, while still offering protection.
The maker's mark was a beautiful ruby on one of the shoulder pads. It was quite intricate, with silver and green engraved into the gem - still it was an odd place for a mark. As Hoff continued studying the piece a door opened near the back of the shop and a tall man in long blue overcoat came out.
"Ahh, hello, hello dear customer!" the man looked at the Thief over and his expression hardened instantly, though he tried to keep his friendly tone "How may I be of service."
Hoff was used to that to the point it did not bother him anymore - the merchant's clothing was adorned with beautiful gold trimming and his neatly done blonde hair lay perfectly as if he had combed it just before stepping outside. A long scarf trailed behind him that was looked like it was made of some fine material - perfectly matching the rest of his outfit.
"This is a nice suit of armor-" Hoff started, the man immediately proceeded to explain
"Yes, yes YES! you have an eye for these things my friend" - Hoff was acutely aware of how his voice trailed slightly as he called him 'friend'. "Like everything else in my store, this piece comes with my personal guarantee. All of my items are have been collected over years of searching, and I have only the highest quality!"
"I see - I am wondering about this mark.. It is an odd place to put it. Who is the maker?"
Hoff saw the man's expression harden even more, this time there was a distinct change in his tone "I am afraid I dont know exactly. Many wares come trough my store - this was imported from Ostia's castle smiths, before it was destroyed you know.."
Hoff continued inspecting the piece carefully - there wasnt a mark on back near the side, nor one near the cuffing of the neck. He remained unconvinced, and the merchant saw it, his voice sounding positively sour at this point "Well? Have you seen enough, or are you planning on just looking at it". Finally Hoff found what he was looking for - on the under side of the armor near left corner he could see faint scratch marks, exactly like something had been scraped off- looking up at the wide eyed merchant he asked "It looks like something used to be here?"
"Listen here you reject - if you will not buy get out of my store before I call the guards." the man made an angry gesture and slapped the cuirass out of his hand. At this Hoff became irritated but held his temper -"It was another maker's seal, wasnt it? This isnt what you claim."
The merchant positively scowled, though at this point his mannerism had more than convinced Hoff of this man's scheme - he could simply sell this for more than it was worth. He wondered how much of the merchandise here was disguised in such a way. "No - you are accusing me, in my own store, trying to ruin my buissness - I will not stand for it. I will call the guards you no-good scoundrel". However he didnt yell yet and the two simply sat there staring at one another as if waiting for the other to back down.
"Look, I dont care - sell me this for what its worth and-" The merchant had had enough - pushing Hoff hard he yelled "OUTTA my store! Get out! OUT. I will not stand your accusations - Guards. GUARDS"
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As if they were planted outside three guards walked in, long hooked polerams at the ready. Hoff turned to them trying to keep his voice steady "HEY - I haven't done anything, I will leave by myse-" "NO, YOU scoundrel" the merchant yelled in rage, then turning to the guards "This man is here threatening me and trying to pick a fight! I want him out!"
The guards stood looking on - obviously unsure if they should act right away. On of them stepped forward and addressed Hoff seriously "The man says leave, you must leave."
"I didn't threaten - this armour is counterfeit and I was only-" at this the merchant positively screamed and reaching out grabbed Hoff by the shoulder shaking him "GET OUT OF MY STORE, YOU FU-"
At this Hoff lost patience - grabbing the merchant arm he twisted bringing him close to his face "No, YOU listen here toolbag, I.." But he couldnt finish, two long hooks over his should pulled him back hard dragging him on the floor. Before he knew it he was sliding down the stone steps outside and trough the street - the crowd of onlookers parting for the soldiers.
Dragging him for bit they reached a more secluded alleyway - he was lifted to his feet and suddenly felt the wooden end of a lance hit him in the face. It wasnt terribly hard hit, but still he instantly tasted blood fill his mouth from the busted lip. He spat on ground looking up.
"I would leave stranger - and do not go back to the store. We will not be so kind next time."
The let him go leaving the thief to slide to the ground. Hoff sat there for a while thinking of his rotten luck - for a day that had actually started off so well, how do things like this always happen.
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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 Dec 4, 2011 0:02:45 GMT -6
Tim smiled. His world was no longer so bleak. Just seeing how vibrant life could be had cheered him up. But he wasn't about to be swept up in another romantic dream. Yes, life was good, life was continuing, but life was also real, not a fantasy. He'd not stumble upon another honorable quest like Tirion's. No, that was done and gone, and Tim was also going to have to live with that. He knew, that, for the moment, he'd be able to be at peace with his decision, but he also knew that later, he'd regret it with all his being. There would be a later time when that rended at his mind as one of his greatest failures, and that time would be most trying indeed.
The hunter stepped back from the window, picking up his grey cloak. Funny, in Ilia this had been a prized tool, possibly even more important then his bow and arrows. It could mask him perfectly during the heaviest of snowfalls, provided him a source of warmth during the frigid nights, and allowed him to get the drop on blissful, passerby animals. But in Sacae, it didn't even blend in with the setting. Not that there was much to blend in with in the first place. Sacae was made up of almost nothing but grassy plains after all. On top of that, the warmth it gave him was now very much unwanted. He was still trying to adjust to the unfamiliar, warm climate. Wearing the cloak just made that more difficult, unnecessarily so.
Ironic how his most essential bit of garb had become so useless, so quickly. He shrugged. Oh well, a few, unwanted burdens would not make him ditch the grey article of clothing.
The hunter threw his cloak on and fastened his quiver on top of that. He picked up his bow, pushing the string out a bit so he could slide it across his torso. Everything was securely in place. It felt good to get back into these clothes. It felt like a half a lifetime since he'd really appreciated the value of his equipment. He smiled, and searched around the room. Almost everything was accounted for. He had everything except for his little green backpack. Couldn't forget that, he kept his money and emergency provisions there. And yet, he didn't see it. Odd, where had he placed it? He didn't remember. Curses, of all the things to lose. He searched about frantically, desperately trying to find his pack. Where had it gotten to? Had he dropped it in the streets yesterday, or left it in the tavern with Tirion? No, he couldn't have. He'd never find it if that was the case, someone would have stolen it. And yet, how could it not be. The backpack would be in plain sight if it were in the room. The only furniture in the small room was a bed and a desk, and it wasn't under the desk. Was it under the bed? Tim dropped to the floor and gazed beneath the bed. It was under the bed. He reached for it, grabbing the back and sliding it onto his back. "Must have fallen somehow." He muttered, a little annoyed.
The hunter opened the wooden door to his room, and exited. He headed downstairs, aiming to pay his bill and then grab a bite to eat before setting out.
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Hoff
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Post by Hoff on Dec 4, 2011 0:46:33 GMT -6
Slowly getting up Hoff massaged his sore jaw. Spitting some more blood he walked down the alleyway not wishing to join the crowd outside in his current state. He was now in a foul mood and there was only one thing that would help - he needed to clean up and get out of this stupid town. Still, it was quite early and he wasn't going to purchase a whole room just to bathe. Hoping not to deal with another idiotic merchant in this place he stepped inside the first door with that had a sign indicating food, not even noting the name of the place.
As he walked inside the nearly empty establishment a few of the patrons looked his way but quickly avoided staring at his mouth as Hoff stared back coldly. He walked to the bar reaching into his purse laid a few coins on the table
"A meal please, and a wash basin if you happen to have one" - The innkeeper looked at him inquisitively then began
"Can't you do it somewhere else foreigner? We have people eating here."
Hoff looked back at him though kept his voice reasonable "Please...." pointing at his face "Ive had enough for today. If it wouldnt be too much trouble."
The man smiled probably pitying the thief and nodded produced a small iron tub filling it with water "Just do it over there, please" pointing to a small table in the corner of the inn "Your meal will be ready in a bit"
Hoff carried the tub carefully avoiding chairs and tables set it on the stand facing the wall - he cleaned up the now drying blood to find that most of his lower lip was split open - still his teeth seemed to be solid in their place and he used the remaining water to wash his face. Felling slightly better he noted to himself to be thankful for a halfway decent innkeeper.
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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 Dec 4, 2011 20:53:54 GMT -6
The grey hunter, still in a fairly optimistic mood, descended to the lower level of the inn. It was a modest place, fairly small with only two levels. The higher level of the inn was where guests rested, while the lower level was a pub, where guests ate and paid their bills. This was probably going to be the last well-made meal Tim was going to enjoy for a while. He didn't exactly have the money to keep living this 'luxuriously', not that the inn had supplied particularly astonishing service.
There weren't too many people in the pub, and the majority of them were busily eating their meals or making small talk with one another. Which was fortunate, because a few of them looked like nasty tribesman. Or maybe that's what all Sacaens looked like. Tim couldn't really tell, he hadn't been around the plains enough. Or maybe he was just easily intimidated. Yeah, the latter sounded more accurate.
He was about to head to the counter and pay his dues when a most strange sight presented itself. A roguish looking character with a nasty cut on his lips charged through the door and up to the counter. Ah, wonderful, another intimidating man was added the pile. Unlike the Sacaens though, he didn't look like he was a native. He was pretty pale, so he must of been a foreigner. Only place pale folks came from was Ilia or Bern, places that didn't get too much sun. Of course, that wasn't the only possibility. He might just be pale because he spent all of his time in the shadows stalking people so he could rob them. Ugh, his paranoia was getting a little too creative. He decided to drop the subject before it gave him more of a headache.
The rogue walked off and Tim approached the uneasy looking innkeeper. "Uh, sir. I'd like to pay my bill and have a meal before I erm, head out sir." He stated a bit anxiously. Talking to people was never really his strong suit, nor was confidence.
The innkeeper shot him a queer look. "No problem, son. What was your name and room number, son?" He replied mockingly. Or maybe he was just poking fun at him, Tim couldn't tell.
"Erhrm." Tim began clearing his throat. "Oh, ah, it's Tim Aurelei sir. I was in staying in room 6."
The innkeeper's eyes glazed down a pamphlet. "Tim, Tim," He muttered. He eyes stopped, widening as he found the name."Ah right, there you, Sextimus Aurelei. The one with funny name."
The grey hunter kept himself from scowling, only to form an awkward frown. "Yes, sir that's me. Sextimus Aurelei." He took out his room key a few gold coins. He sighed "As for breakfast, I'd like some eggs and potatos. Oh, and some water, please."
"Coming right up, son." He said, as his meaty fingers scraped up the gold and key.
"Thank you." Tim replied, taking a seat at one of the tables. Incidentally, he found himself eyeing the roguish man as he cleaned himself. Probably not a good idea.
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Post by Hoff on Dec 4, 2011 22:15:32 GMT -6
Hoff finished cleaning his face and drained the tub in a hole next to the small stand, assuming it was there for that particular purpose. As he turned back walking to the bar again he saw some of the patrons watching him as he carried the basin back, trying not to catch anyone's eye.
The inkeeper was dealing another outsider wearing a gray cloak - the man spoke softly and looked quite out of his element.
"Coming right up, son."
Hoff watched the man as he looked around unsure walking back to his seat - he couldnt think of what somebody like that would be doing here, it wasn't exactly a friendly territory. The timid either left or got the anxious beaten out of them rather fast.
He got back to the inkeeper and put the basin on the table. A cook came from the back and placed a bowl of soup in front of Hoff, then asked
"So, what happened to your face?" - Hoff wasnt sure if he was imagining the mockery in his voice, either way he didnt like the cook's interest to begin with.
"I fell... twice. Whats it matter?" Then he heard a voice from behind
"Maybe he wasn't talking about your lip... foreigner" Hoff turned to see one of the Sacaens from the group eyeing him while taking a sip from his tankard, the rest laughing quietly.
Hoff turned back at the inkeeper whose stern look made it obvious trouble would be a bad idea - keeping his mouth shut, he picked up his soup and walked a ways from the group, sat facing the rest of the Inn. He looked back to see the man watching him - quickly he tried to remove the scowl from his face as he gave an obligatory nod as a greeting, then turned to his soup.
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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 Dec 5, 2011 20:42:28 GMT -6
The natives sure were treating the rogue harshly. That was very odd. Tim didn't particularly trust rogues himself, but he'd never been so pointlessly rude to them. Well, there was that Zeran fellow he'd met the other day, the one who'd failed terribly at pick-pocketing Tirion. But, he couldn't really classify what he said as rude, more like.... absent-minded cautiousness. Absent-minded cautiousness, that was certainly a way to put it.
In any case, the natives were being very rude. If they didn't enjoy his presence then they could just wait until he left. He only wanted some breakfast after all.
All the while, and contrary to his internal argument on being polite to the strange-looking foreigner, Tim continued to stare blankly at him, even after he'd finished washing his face. And then the rogue was looking back at him. This was the first time he'd actually gotten a good glimpse of the rogue's face. It was decorated with scars, a lot of scars, like a disturbing number of scars. To the extent of Tim's knowledge, there were only a few ways someone ended up like that. That was through torture, getting into a lot of fights(generally with you know, weapons), or Leon's case, in which he was attacked by some kind of ferocious animal. He doubted the last possibility though. There was a distinct difference between scars left by an animal, and scars left by a weapon.
Shocked initially, Tim's eyes quickly met the rogue's. They seemed to be holding back a rage. Curses, he'd likely invoked this stranger's wrath. But no, the stranger merely gave him an odd look and a nod. Tim, who'd been prepared to dart his curious eyes away, did not know how to respond to this. He nodded in response, and muttered a practically inaudible hello. Well, he hadn't exactly handled that smoothly, but it was refreshing to know that this sketchy character was more then his gnarly face suggested. Or maybe... No, he wouldn't let his paranoia start acting up again.
In the middle of his thoughts, one of the waiters plopped a plate with potatoes and eggs in front of him, followed by a mug of water. The mug looked a little dirty, in fact, the plate looked like in had a bit of residue on it too. He sighed, so much for eating 'luxuriously'.
Apparently he sighed too loud and caught the attention of the waiter. "You got a problem with our food outsider?" Tim began to perspire, had he down something wrong?
(OOC: Tell me if you can work with this Hoff, if not I'll revise a bit so we can get a bar fight going :1)
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Hoff
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Post by Hoff on Dec 6, 2011 0:24:38 GMT -6
The man had responded - he didn't look terribly impressed by Hoff, but that was to be expected, a career choice hazard. It was a bit late to change now. Looking back at his soup Hoff kept alert to his surroundings. The men in the corner were nothing but a few local punks by the looks of it, it seems Sacaens had those too. The men were older but he doubted any of them were more dangerous than an average farmhand. Hoff had not cooled off from the altercation and even then he didn't feel there was much to fear from a couple of local-boys.
"You got a problem with our food outsider?"
This really annoyed Hoff. He hated people being pushed around, and this was all these men were doing. They started with him, and it seems this was a regular occurrence. Either way there was enough crap around to also have to listen to some locals continuously bully people. Without thinking much he spoke.
"You guys make a habbit of this...? Cant get that many decent folk that hang around here." Ohhoho.. he saw the men across the table stare at him viciously. The remark had hit where it hurt. Hoff smiled a crooked grin folding his arms leaned back in the chair. All three stood up slowly rolling up their sleeves, eyeing at the thief menacingly.
Hoff was ready - standing up fast he pushed over the table in front of him towards them. The first man easily jumped over it and swung. Dodging the fist Hoff drew his sword, wrapped an arm around his neck and got behind the man. Turning him towards the rest of his assailants he heard the sound of them unsheathing their weapons. He held the sword to his neck pulling him back.
The inkeeper yelled "By the GODS - there will be NO FIGHTING IN MY INN"
"There will be killing soon, Inkeeper" shouted Hoff "Call them off! Tell them to leave!"
"Leave.... LEAVE - ALL OF YOU, GET OUT OF MY INN" positively screaming now. No one moved - the man Hoff was holding gasped "You are dead, fool.. You a-" Hoff squeezed "Shut up. This isnt worth someone's life - get them out of here.". He stood silent. The two men watched his every move.
The few other patrons ran out - no doubt the guards will be here soon. Great he grimaced Just great.
(ooc: Hoff doesnt like loosing >.> )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2011 20:32:36 GMT -6
Erio lay with her head on the table in the corner of the inn her mind drifting elsewhere. It was only recently she was released from prison that she had been placed in for her drunken outburst for which she was most thankful. A prison was a rather dull place to spend the month with nothing but the moss creeping up the walls to keep her company. Though a month wasted still haunted her with the thought of everything that could have been accomplished in that short amount of time though nothing came to mind to have done. She would have found something, things always popped up at the most unexpected moments. It was simply how life was. It never was smooth sailing.
After the incident she had decided to leave the country and travel elsewhere and ended up in Sacae. The locals were not the most hospitable of people she had to admit. Though with all the rumors of them as savages as well as being treated as such it was understandable the foreigners were not treated with much trust.
Moving her head to rest on her arm she tapped the side of her tankard of ale absentmindedly the light sound soothing her aching head for the moment. It was surprising how much the world had changed since she was a child, everything so much more complex and yet all the more intriguing.
Her bag lay on her lap lighter than most people would bring with them on a journey. There was not much for her to take, sentiments meaning little to her. She has only the basic necessities, food, some herbs, a small sum of money, a cloak, and her lance not that she gave it much use. The only time she had any need for it was when Bandits had attacked her at night a few nights before.
With lady luck on her side she had held the lance rather awkwardly from her lack of practice and just held it tilted towards the heavens and one of the bandits stupidly tripped and fell impaling himself on it. For some reason the rest of them fled moments later. She could not fathom why but had simply brushed it off not having any interest in pursuing such a mundane matter.
Erio stiffened at the shouts and sat up in her seat one hand moving to push a curtain of hair out of her face so she could get a look at what was transpiring. It seemed to be the common bar fight, though for the moment it seemed to be still like they were waiting like panthers for the slightest movements to pounce. Leaning back on the hind legs of her chair she grabbed her tankard and took a large swig her cheeks already pink from the effects of her two tankards before this.
It was all so humorous just watching people so feeble of the mind fight. It always was the same every time starting verbally and moving up to brutality. Why the innkeeper did not simply toss them out of their rears before it escalated she would never know. Amber eyes watched the group again, they all looked so very serious. Then one of the buffoon's expression's cracked into a grimace and she could no longer contain her self. Tossing her head back she began to let out a soft chuckle escalating after a few moments to a loud ringing laugh which after a few moments some of the other patrons joined in.
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Post by Hoff on Dec 7, 2011 13:36:54 GMT -6
Suddenly one of the patrons got up and started laughing. Hoff, bewildered at the turn of events didn't move. Shes drunk already, and it wasn't even noon yet. A couple of the other people also began cackling - the man Hoff was holding actually smiled and even the two in front were holding back grins. Seizing the opportunity Hoff lowered his sword and pushed the man he was holding (albeit rather forcefully) back towards his comrades. He however remained serious
"Yes, quite humours. Trash should be thought a lesson - that's all I was doing. You know.. helping out."
The other men lowered their weapons, and the leader grunted back. "Trash doesn't holds somebody like that"
"So be it - I should have taken all 3 of you on at once instead? Still, he sheathed his sword and proceeded to pick up the table. Then addressing the man from earlier he spoke "Sorry stranger, I did not mean to ruin your meal. I had already lost my appetite. I hope that I can make it up to you"
The inkeeper however was not going to let thigns go so easily "GET OUT, all of you!" he howled waving his arms around frantically. "Thank you young lady for teaching these animals a lesson - now I need a drink. The things one has to deal with just to run a bar, it still blows my mind"
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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 Dec 7, 2011 16:40:43 GMT -6
It all happened so fast. One moment the rogue was throwing insults at the waiter, then the mean-looking group of Sacaens were standing up, then the rogue had one of them in a head-lock, pressing his knife up against the poor sap, and then there was the innkeeper who was yelling all sorts of swears and warnings. But, that wasn't the end of it. Some random bar patron started giggling, and then laughing her ass off. How in the Saint's name could someone have a sense of humor at a time like this?! Perhaps her laughter was for the best though, as the ruffians started to giggle and the rogue released their apparent ring-leader. The thug stumbled back to his group while the innkeeper continued to shout his head off. He'd of preferred to obey the innkeeper and stay out of any sticky situations, but he'd been frozen in place since the fighting had begun.
With the situation diffused, thankfully without blood, the rogue approached the grey archer. He was still a bit of an intimidating sight, his scars spoke with a great volume, but his actions and words had been nothing but polite. Well, at least as polite as they could be given the situation. The hunter felt he was deserving of the benefit of the doubt.
"I, uh. No, no sir, it's perfectly alright." He paused, wondering if he should leave it there. No! This man had pulled him out of an ugly situation without any knowledge of him. He deserved some gratitude. Heh, I feel I should be thanking you actually." Thanking, was that the right word to use? "Those guys just wanted a fight, erm, and I think they were trying to pick one with me." He cleared his throat. "You don't need to make it up, I've still got some foo-" He was cut off by the shouts of the innkeeper.
"GET OUT!!" The innkeeper nearly shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Ugh, I'm beginning to lose my appetite too." He muttered. "And patience." He spoke even more softly that time. He rolled his eyes.
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Post by Kressen on Dec 7, 2011 16:54:40 GMT -6
Kressen sighed relieved that the altercation had been diffused by the laughter of the strange young woman. He shoves his tome of Flux back under his dark robes quickly so no one will notice since people do not usaully respond kindly to dark magic users. His hands are shaking from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Altercations like this always put him on edge even if he wasn't a part of it. His past made him loathe crowds and violence, but his quest for redemption called on him to overcome his fears. I guess coming to Sacae thinking less people would get me used to crowds wasn't a good idea.
His hands shake as he picks up his mug of tea. He takes a fortifying sip of the hot drink to help calm his frayed nerves. Wow this is what they call tea huh. Blegh at least its warm. He talks slow calming breaths after the sip to slow his heart rate. I need to find a group of mercaneries or something to help me find some bandits.
He plans on mastering his magic by flaying groups of the greedy dastards. Still he isn't confident in his abilities to fling spells at enemies. Heck he can throw a punch far better than he can cast a spell een though he was an apprentice for several years.
He pulls his black robes around him tighter as he leans back in his chair in a dark corner of the tavern. His amber eyes continue to watch the strange and loud group of people with interest more than likely unnoticed by the rest of the people in the tavern.
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Hoff
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You can get much farther with a kind word and a sword than you can with a kind word alone.
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Post by Hoff on Dec 7, 2011 17:27:09 GMT -6
"Those guys just wanted a fight, erm, and I think they were trying to pick one with me."
Hoff shrugged "Maybe.. though I supposed one doesn't always have to oblige them." If he felt awkward at the situation his face didn't betray it. "I do feel that I at least owe you some breakfast, considering you couldn't finish yours in peace" He turned to the woman that was still laughing and murmured "I guess we have you to thank. You are welcome for a drink if you so wish, at least as a way to show my gratitude"
"Ugh, I'm beginning to lose my appetite too. And patience." - Hoff smiled "You seem to be capable of much more than me. My name is Hoff, by the way."
As he moved away from the leering innkeeper Hoff looked around at one of the last patrons left, a man covered in dark clothing and by the looks of it not Sacaen, he spoke loudly enough so everyone hears "And you stranger - I guess while I am at it I will buy you a drink as well. Coin is cheap, right? Drinks for everyone!" He doubted that even the Sacaens would refuse that
(ooc: hope this is a good enough way out of this)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2011 19:20:58 GMT -6
Erio calmed stopped laughing as soon as the room had exploded with it her work done for then. It was easier to listen to laughter then fighting when one wanted merely to relax. Though she had to admit the situation before was humorous, but in an ironic sense. Not at all enough to receive a genuine laugh from her. No matter, laughing was the greatest sickness spreading like leaves in the wind one could never know what it would do.
Slamming down her empty tankard she eyed the man who had been at the heart of the fight wondering how if he even would try to butter up the Innkeep to stay. Though it pleased her to see he used the simplest and least messy route of offering buying drinks, simple coin always did the trick.
Standing up and pulling her meager bundle with her Erio slid smoothly into an open chair that the two men sat at giving a slight wink to the Innkeep "Its alright if he stays yes?" she asked softly an almost singsong essence to her voice. "I will make him buy many drinks and he will even pay double for them" she said wit a giggle.
After the Innkeep nodded and turned to move off to take care of the other patrons Erio turned glance at the to the one who caused the mess before. "Only one?" she asked with mock surprise propping her head up on her hand "two or three would be most welcome." She broke into a charming smile that didn't meet her eyes.
Instead she was sizing the two up thinking of what if anything it could be remotely used in her favor.
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Post by Kressen on Dec 8, 2011 17:13:41 GMT -6
Well I guess sitting in a corner in a black cloak doesn't make you invisble. He sits up straight when the man calls out to him about buying him a drink. He hasn't drunk alcohol since he left his pirate home in the Isles and he wasn't going to start back up. He swigs down the rest of the warm tea before standing to his full height.
To the rest of the people in the room it will seem like a shadow is rising so dark is his cloak and so unnoticed was his presence. A few of the patrons will jump noticing the shadow rising from the corner their eye's. Kressen sighs knowing that with the way he looks he'll be getting some of the flak the man Hoff was getting. The way he dressed didn't generally endear people to him since he was dressed like a typical shaman. Most common folk feared magic especailly the darm magic practiced by shaman.
As he walks over to Hoff he can already hear the whispers of conversation from some of the other patrons. " He must be one of them dark mages he might curse us with plague if we ain't careful." He stops in front of Hoff his black robes flowing around him. He has a deep, but gentle voice. "Thank you for the offer, but I do not drink alcohol, but I wouldn't mind having a word or to with you." He looks Hoff in the eye as he speaks. He searches his pockets for some coin as he turns his head towards the innkeeper. "Innkeep I'd like to pay for another tea."
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