Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Jun 23, 2012 11:57:05 GMT -6
Derick struggled to keep up as his green-clad companion disappeared among the crowd of tradesmen and travelers cluttering the docks of the port. Derick pushed his way gently through the crowd, trying to work around people rather than through him, he would attract less attention and be harder to spot that way. All the while, Derick tried to politely apologize but..."Excuse me--Argh!" the arrow shaft protruding from his back caught on the cloak of an adventurer, Derick stuck out a hand instinctively, sending the man sprawling, and the crowd scattering.
"Wait! Check over there!" The guard captain's voice was quite clear, even over the bustle of the port. Derick cringed, regretting that he couldn't help his innocent victim back up, and made a beeline down the dock towards the ocean.
"Wait, you dropped something!" Derick stopped and turned toward the woman's voice behind him, "What do you mean--" Derick's question was halted as the woman's fist made clean contact with his jaw. "That's for hitting my husband!" Derick took one halting step back, but his foot caught on a roll of Etrurian rug and he collapsed behind the merchant's shipment, unconscious. His fading vision captured a dash of green among the crates of the neighboring ship before his eyes closed completely.
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Vashnar
Knight
I will have my revenge
Posts: 75
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Post by Vashnar on Jun 25, 2012 19:08:46 GMT -6
(OOC: we need to change to a new thread soon. This one is getting kinda long.)
[purple]"Oh great. Someone else to carry; just my lucky day"[/purple] Vashnar said to him self sarcastily as he hauled his new compainion out of the mess he fell in by his left leg. Hauling him over his shoulder, Vashnar made sure to run past the spot Cefia hid in to buy her time to come up with a plan; any plan as a matter of fact. Like the idea that Vashnar came up with while running through a rowdy looking bunch of people. [purple]"HEY! THOSE GUARDS TRIED TO ARREST ME AND MY PAL HERE JUST FOR HAVING A NICE DRINK! THE ETRURIANS ARE NOW ENFORCING A BAN ON ALCOHOL! ARE YOU GONNA STAND FOR THAT?"[/purple] he shouted, pointing at his pursuers. With the crowd staring blankly, he waited until the guards caught up with him. Vashnar "accidentally" nocked a bottle of rum from a strong looking fella. Putting on an innocent look that Mel always made, he told the man "he did it" as he pointed to one of the guards. Howling in anger, the man picked up the guard and threw him into the bay; just the push to have this break out into a street brawl. Making his way through the crowd, Vashnar came back to Cefia and offered her a hand. [purple]"So; where we headed?"[/purple]
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