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Post by Butorega on Nov 13, 2013 18:25:04 GMT -6
“Wyvern Knights”, spoke Butorega as he seemed to meditate on Wain’s words. “Yes I ran into a few of them on my last mission. They can be quite troublesome to fight as their mounts allow them to move in and out of my range of attack. It will probably be best to keep an eye on the sky while we are on the move. Don't want to get ambushed from above. Those fliers could kill you before you even know you were dead."
Though I have to admit that is quite clever. To train…. Whoa whoa whoa”, spoke Butorega as he came to a sudden realization. "Did you just say he had former Ostians? Why would they work for him? Did he not burn down their home? I find it quite strange one would work for someone who turned your homeland into a smoldering ash pile."
The wolfish grin that ran across Butorega face suddenly widened. “Amazing, truly amazing, for a man to convince people who homeland he burned down to fight for him is amazing. To think he would have this much influence over people. Just think of all the different type of people that would be under his banner”, spoke Butorega. “Man this is going to be one heck of a mission and to think I thought this one might be a letdown.”
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 13, 2013 19:28:34 GMT -6
Oh boy, it was one of those types. He seemed less like a mercenary and more like a bandit the more he went on. His talk about how he loves to kill, and how he doesn't like killing weaklings and ech. It crawled up underneath Val's skin and rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it made him 'weak' or whatever, but he prefered when people kept their bloodlusts private like a proper gentleman. He didn't really like this person from the beginning, but it seems with every set of words he finds it necessary to make the smith like him less and less. It was funny, Valcrist was usually a nice and understand kinda guy, but he had a hard time faking it right about now. Val stared at him with empty eyes, but said nothing.
He didn't really want to say anything either, and would rather let Wein do the talking. He seemed to be more receptive and interested then Valcrist was, that's for sure. The archer called it 'honesty' which, yes, is one way to put it. Valcrist would have chosen another word. Something told him he might be being a little bit on the judgmental side, if this guy was joining the expedition then Valcrist would have to be working with him. It would be better to try and get along with him, who knew? Maybe he wasn't a bad guy? After all, Valcrist liked fighting himself. He wasn't exactly a fan of the killing part, but y'know, it happens. It's a natural to lump the two together, even if it's a bit unfair. The whole spying on him thing? It's alright, Valcrist has overheard conversations before. It happens.
Still, even as he stood there, trying to force himself to not dislike this guy, he just couldn't do it. The way he was basically wetting himself talking about Kraft didn't exactly help matters. For a second there it felt like he'd rather be working for Kraft, rather than against him. If Valcrist needed to be wary of people in a mission like this, this guy was probably at the top of the list of people to watch. "Convinced probably isn't the right word. If I could hazard a guess it'd be 'brainwashed' or 'blackmailed' or 'threatened'. Or the guys were traitors in the first place, which is perfectly likely." Valcrist waved his hand half-heartedly. "It means we can't just trust our eyes though." It did have frightening implications, but they weren't ones he cared to discuss with an audience. "We should retire to an inn Wein. I don't know about you, but I can't stand the cold." He said in his oh so subtle attempt to get away from Burtorega.
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Post by Butorega on Nov 13, 2013 20:42:54 GMT -6
Butorega was blunt, but he was not dense. He started to see he was rubbing the blonde man the wrong way. He had gleamed enough information out of the conversation to be useful to him. “Oh I almost forgot”, spoke Butorega as he slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. “I was supposed to pick up Yashi a figurine. I am going to have to cut this conversation short”, spoke the brigand as he began to walk away. “See you guys when we move out”, spoke Butorega as he vanished into the crowd.
“Well that was informative”, spoke Butorega to himself as he walked through the market. He made an effort to stop by several of the shops and see if they had anything worth picking up. Eventually Butorega decided it was best to get her a wooden carving of a dragon. She always liked dragon figures. She made a conscious effort to collect them. Wonder what she is up to thought Butorega as he traded the merchant a hat size pot for the carving. It was a good trade. Butorega got his gift for his sister and the merchant got a fine pot for boiling stew.
“Wonder what those idiots have got themselves into”, spoke Butorega as he began to walk back towards the Inn. “Three days huh, man this going to be boring.”
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Nov 13, 2013 22:17:41 GMT -6
Wein waved weakly after Butorega as he walked off. As fun as it was to meet new people, the brown-haired mercenary wasn't exactly the kind of person Wein enjoyed meeting. The man clearly had a violent streak, one he made no real effort to mask, and seemed to like Kraft more and more with every word either Wein or Valcrist said. It was a wonder Butorega wanted to join them on their mission in killing the Prophet, because, if anything, he sounded like he would enjoy a spot on the Etrurian payroll. The archer's brow furrowed in confusion. Some people could be so inscrutable.
"Well, I won't lie," began the archer, turning to his blonde haired companion as the scarred man walked off. "I'm glad he's gone. Hopefully the rest of the misfits that join our masked man's quest are a bit less bloodthirsty. Sure, there's a place for such...urges...but he was a bit much." Wein elbowed Valcrist playfully. "I genuinely thought he was going to take a bite out of me for a second there. He had the look, you know." The Ostian made his best impression of Butorega, but instead came off looking a bit touched. "Anyways, I like your idea. It's getting a bit cold out and I could use a bite to eat. My treat." He gave a quick jingle of his coin bag before heading off towards the inn, expecting Valcrist to follow.
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 14, 2013 9:14:46 GMT -6
"Ugh, me too. I know it's not nice to judge people based on first impression but man he made a doozy of one." Valcrist sighed as the man walked away, none too eager to run into him again. Crossing his arms in a gesture of both stoicism and 'my hands are getting really cold right about now' he looked onward at the group of people that were still talking and cavorting and whatnot. Hopefully the other people were a bit more stable minded, or at the least more secretive about their passion for disembowelment. Then again missions like this bring out the worse types, Valcrist hadn't even considered that. Yeesh.
The smith chuckled as Wein tried to make him laugh. "Cannibals, huh? What kind of people have you been hanging around that that was the first thing your mind went to?" He nudged him back. Valcrist was feeling in better spirits now that they were alone again, which he wasn't sure was because of Wein or because of lack of Butorega. Maybe a bit of both. He thought he was gonna go at this alone, but now he was relieved that wasn't the case. Even though he tried to talk the archer out of it, he was still happy the archer decided to be a fool and come along anyways.
Wein began to walk away, but Valcrist quickly caught up. He should probably tell Valin and Heygus, but that can wait a few minutes. "No that's alright, we can split it. I mean I'm poor, but I'm not destitute. I don't wanna be in your debt just yet." Though it seemed Wein had coin to spare, Valcrist couldn't help but feel envious. It seems everytime he gets any money a riot breaks out and a dragon comes and he doesn't have enough time to collect it. He was lucky he didn't have any precious possessions that weren't his weapons. He's had to ditch all of his things countless times. Though he has lost quite a few sketchbooks that way.
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Post by Butorega on Nov 14, 2013 10:23:06 GMT -6
Butorega had finished shopping and was on his way back to the Inn when he heard a voice from behind. “It seems your skills at first impressions have not improved little Buto”. Butorega immediately stopped in his tracks. There was only one person in the world that had the balls to call him Little Buto.
“Onigumo”, spoke Butorega as he turned around. His eyes were met with the image of a middle aged man in a priest robe. He had a scar under his right eye and a mean glare. His orange hair was neatly tied back into a ponytail with a dull green headband. The middle aged man cracked a smile as Butorega guess was right on the money.
“Good to see you are still alive”, spoke Onigumo as he walked up to the brigand he extended his arm to shake Butorega hand. “I was for sure you would have died in the attack at homeland. You must have wised up in the two years I was gone.”
“Not as much as you”, spoke Butorega as he gave Onigumo a stern handshake. “Look at you in your priest robes. When they told me you left to join the priesthood I almost killed them for lying, but looking at you now I would have looked the fool.”
“Yap still bloodthirsty”, spoke Onigumo as he let go of Butorega’s hand. “I am quite surprise to see you though, or rather surprise not to see you swinging your axe at me. You have never liked Illia and I figured if you were alive you would be burning down villages and attacking settlements. I heard about that group calling themselves The Coalition. Not too long ago they burned down a village and slaughtered many of the civilians. You would not have anything to do with that would you”, asked Onigumo.
“Come on Onigumo you know I don’t kill the weak”, spoke Butorega. To his great shame however he was a part of the group, but as he stated he never took the life of any man who did not wielded a weapon.
“True”, spoke Onigumo, “but that does not mean you did not have anything to do with it. Just like in the Black Leathers. You never killed anybody without a weapon, but you did help kill the guards. So let me ask you again”, spoke Onigumo while making sure no one else was around to over hear their conversation. “Did you participate in the slaying of the village of Stonewall?” Butorega fell silent as Onigumo stared into his eyes. The silence alone was enough to answer his question. The middle aged man gave off a great sigh as he broke the tension that formed in the air.
“I know what you are going to say”, spoke Butorega. “But remember you are the one who got me into this enterprise.”
“Ai, I am the one”, spoke Onigumo. “And as the person who got you into it I suggest that you get out of it. Pillaging and burning the country side is something a man should do.”
“You have changed”, spoke Butorega. A bit surprised that the words cave from Onigumo mouth.
“Thankfully and for the better”, spoke Onigumo. “You are joining up to fight against Kraft am I right”, spoke Onigumo as he stared once more into the brigands eyes.
“Yeap, it seems that Kraft is going to be an interesting prey”, spoke Butorega.
“Well once you finish your “hunt””, spoke Onigumo while making a jester with his hands. “You should consider a new line of work. A mercenary or a soldier would fit you better.”
“But”, spoke Butorega but he was cut off by Onigumo.
“Butorega”, spoke the man as he gave him a stern look. ‘Ask yourself this question. Would you be able to tell your children about what you have done with pride? If not then you need to change your occupation.”
“I see you have become a stalwart priest”, spoke Butorega as he placed his hands behind his head. “I will consider what you said, but I can’t make any promises.”
“That is all I ask”, spoke Onigumo.
“You know if you were anyone else I would have simply ignored you”, spoke Butorega.
“And that is the very reason I speak to you know”, spoke Onigumo. “If not me then no one would have laid out the path.”
“Hay Buto”, the words floated in the air as the brigand turned to see Bones heading his way.
“Is he one of your new comrades”, spoke Onigumo as he looked at the burly man.
“Yeap”, spoke Butorega as he waved to show he had heard him.
“Well then I will take my leave”, spoke Onigumo as he vanished once more into the crowd. Butorega gave a silent nod and turned his attention to Bones.
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Nov 17, 2013 14:52:41 GMT -6
"Suit yourself," replied Wein with a shrug. Growing up among the Lycian nobility, the Ostian had been surrounded by people who couldn't stand to see their offers of graciousness turned down, and knowing that the personal affront they took to such an action was really just a projection of their wounded ego, he was quite happy to let Valcrist turn down his offer. Since leaving home, he had learned the value of a day's pay, and knew the satisfaction of paying one's own way through life. Wein took Valcrist's desire not to be in his debt, or rather his insistence that he would be if he accepted the offer, as a sign of character.
As the two of them entered the inn, the faint scent of roast boar wafted past Wein's nose. Oh that smells delicious, the archer couldn't help but think as he directed himself in the direction of the aroma. Now that he thought of it, he was starving. He hadn't eaten yet today, as he had been spending most of his time perusing the merchant stalls around the town square, as was one of his favorite hobbies. The Ostian was a sucker for trinkets.
"Do you smell that Valcrist?" said Wein, taking another deep whiff of the savory, meaty smell. "It seems someone brought in their latest hunt. Let's go see if we can't get ourselves a bite of that, hmm?" Rubbing his hands together hungrily, Wein sat down at the nearest open table. Then, raising his hand in the air, he turned in the direction of the kitchen. "Two plates of the hunt of the day please!" A plain looking woman poked her head out of the kitchen and nodded her head once she identified the source of the order. She disappeared for a moment, then came walking back out and silently dropped the two plates of steaming hot boar on the table before walking back into the kitchen. Wein's eyes widened greedily at the sight. Roast boar was one of his favorite dishes. "Ah, I guess I should have asked," he said as he located a knife and fork sitting on a nearby table. "You don't mind boar, do you?"
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Nov 17, 2013 18:38:09 GMT -6
Jya? That same sounded vaguely familiar. He's heard it a few times in the past, possibly many years ago. It wasn't too common of a name, he did know that for sure. Basing off what she had just said, and the fact she just ninja'd into his room from the window he came to the conclusion that she was an assassin of sorts. This worried him, but then again everything had him on edge since Bern. "You know me huh? How is that?... Oh god, please don't tell me that you have a child and I'm the father! I have too much crap going on to worry about some rugrat."
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Post by Jya on Nov 18, 2013 9:38:30 GMT -6
Jya was honestly taken aback by the man's response. She honestly had no idea what he was on about. Children? She never intended to have one, at least not now. She let out a sigh, it definitely seemed as though he was at the very least, not an enemy. So with that said, she held up her hands, away from weapon to show that she meant no harm.
"Really, I'm not here about...rugrats. I just wanted to make sure you're not one of those chasing after me," she responded, leaning against the wall on the far side, taking a glance out the window now and then.
"Too many of them nowadays, it is always safer to kill them before they come for me first," she continued, tugging at her cloak. She wanted to sleep peacefully, but that didn't seem to be possible anytime soon. Then she glanced at him once again.
"I...I didn't know what I was getting into. The Emerald Wraith they called me, but all I have ever done is survive. Is that so wrong? Would you please tell me your name, it has also been tugging at my mind."
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Post by Butorega on Nov 21, 2013 14:17:21 GMT -6
“Hay Butorega we have a problem”, spoke Bones as he walked up to the Brigand.
“Let me guess”, spoke Butorega. “Faith got herself into another fight.”
“No that was earlier”, spoke Bones. Butorega let out a great sigh, but continued to listen to Bones words. “There seems to be a hooded woman looking for you inside of the tavern.”
“A hooded woman”, spoke Butorega with a bit of surprise. “Did she say anything about what she wanted to talk to me about”, spoke Butorega.
“I am afraid not”, spoke Bones. “She just said she needed to talk to you and that it was very important. Faith is with her now, but”.
“I get it”, spoke Butorega as he began to walk back towards the tavern. His mind began to wonder on who this woman was, and what she could have wanted. “Does she have orange hair”, asked Butorega as he turned back toward Bones.
“Umm, no”, spoke Bones. “The hair sticking out from under her cowl was purple, but why mentions orange hair.”
“I was wondering if it was my sister”, spoke Butorega.
“You have a sister”, spoke Bones as the duo reached the tavern? His question/ statement was met with silence as the brigand walked inside. He was met with the image of Faith, to his great surprise, leaning patiently on a nearby pillar. Her calm expression told Butorega that whatever this woman had to say it was serious.
“You asked for me”, spoke Butorega as he walked up to the hooded maiden.
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Irmo
Priest
"Bah, people."
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Post by Irmo on Dec 6, 2013 10:38:13 GMT -6
Blasted people! Irmo said, almost throwing himself into a nearby building. He wasn't sure if he was more worried about getting killed or someone needing healed. At least dying is quicker, he thought as he looked around the room. People. Lots of peop- A blasted inn! Why Elimine, why? I've learned patience, I swear- he realized several people were looking at him. He straightened his robes while clearing his throat, and headed nonchalantly to the nearest empty table.
Of all the places! Irmo thought half with anger, half with angst. He set his staves against the table and glared at one of the farmers that immediately thought of approaching. Anyone who thought to approach would get the same look, save perhaps a barmaid. The ridiculousness of the situation was making him thirsty and since he was here he might as well.
"Water please," Irmo asked when one came nearby. "And whatever meat you have." He didn't dare get up in case someone thought to come near while he moved. And to keep himself from simply fleeing. He was here now, for whatever reason. And it had better be a good one! he thought, looking upwards for a moment. He moved eyes to the door half expecting Vander to walk in. Blasted people! He prattled on for several moments when his thoughts were broken by the sound of the plate hitting the table.
"Thank you," Irmo said curtly, giving her a handful of coins. He honestly didn't care how much he gave her at the moment, but he was sure he'd regret it later. Farmers and random people rarely had actually money, it'd probably take him weeks to get the amount, months if he was lucky enough to avoid people. If being the word, he thought silently as he eyed the meat. Boar if he wasn't mistaken. He had an eye for meat, at least he thought so. He brought his bag over his head and plopped it on the table before digging in, completely ignoring the stares that were surely there.
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Dec 6, 2013 14:40:33 GMT -6
Kill or be killed, that is oh so true when it comes to Kraft. This girl was reaching out to him to aid her, he could be her hero with the aid of his suckers soldiers for hire. Hiro's eyes began to look up and down the woman for a little bit, checking her out and she wasn't that bad looking. He was having this weird feeling, like dajavu or something. "My name? I would like to with-hold that for the time being Ms. 'Emerald Wrath'. If you don't have anywhere to stay, you're more than welcome to crash here. Buuuuuut, there's only one bed and I'm not giving that up so you can join me if you want. In the morning I will tell you my name." He felt a bit uneasy offering to share his room with a potential assassin sent by Kraft, but at the same time she was able to get in and could have killed him before he made it to his feet. "By the way, what is your name?"
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Post by Butorega on Dec 7, 2013 15:12:38 GMT -6
“Here”, spoke the woman as she handed Butorega a letter. The letter was sealed with a wax seal with a blank emblem on it. Immediately Butorega face expression changed from one of worry to that of annoyance.
“Wales”, spoke Butorega with great displeasure.
“I knew it”, spoke Faith.
“So what does he want this time”, spoke the brigand as he turned toward the hooded maiden. The maiden however simply ignored the man and began to walk away.
“Uppity wench”, spoke Bones.
“Don’t worry about it”, spoke Butorega. “She is probably one of Wale’s personal servants, or maybe one of his relatives he bailed out of trouble. You know those noble lots they find talking to normal people to be an extreme displeasure.”
“Like I said uppity”, spoke Bones as Butorega opened the letter. Inside was a letter with a small blackens hand in the corner of the page. Butorega eyes widen as he turned toward Bones and Faith.
“Sorry guys looks like I am going to have to go on this one alone”, spoke the brigand.
“What”, spoke Faith as Butorega handed her the letter. The maiden cursed under her breath and handed the paper to bones.
“Excommunicated”, spoke Bones with surprise. He turned and looked at his captain. “How is this possible?”
“I don’t know”, spoke Butorega,” but it probably has to do with Wales. There is no other reason for him to send one of his own personal messengers. He is obviously gloating. None the less I am going to need you two to argue my case”, spoke Butorega.
“Then what are you going to do”, asked Faith.
“Finish the mission of coarse”, spoke Butorega. “Just because I am out the Coalition does not mean I stop researching Illia”, spoke Butorega in a low tone. “You guys go ahead and return to Bern. I can handle myself.”
“Bones and Faith looked at each other for a moment and gave a quick nod. “Alright captain, but promise you won’t die.”
“Me die”, chuckled Butorega. “You would have a easier time killing the sun”, spoke Butorega as he pulled the figure he bought out of his pocket. “Oh since you are heading back to Bern give this to my sister”, spoke the brigand as he handed Bones the figure.
“Sure thing captain”, spoke Faith as she took it out of bones hand.
“Hay he was talking to me”, spoke Bones as he tried to snatch it back, but he was soon stopped by a death glare from Butorega.
“Please don’t break the figurine”, spoke Butorega. The duo gave a bow and walked out of the inn. “It is going to be a long three days”, spoke Butorega as he sat down at a table.
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Post by Jya on Dec 8, 2013 20:49:12 GMT -6
"I'm just Jya," she answered pointing to herself in a rather confused manner. She didn't like the infamy given to her, but apparently action spoke louder than words. Looking over her shoulder one more time, she found it would be best to stay here. Even if people were looking for her, they wouldn't think she was traveling with someone else. As far as she could tell, their image of the Emerald Wraith was a loner.
"Thanks for the offer, I'll just keep up high," she said, as she began to scale the beams in the room. It felt safer up above, able to see what was below. She didn't like blind spots, so she tried to sleep or rather rest as far up as possible.
"I'll see you into the morning mister," she said before hunkering down for the night.
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Dec 17, 2013 16:13:36 GMT -6
Jya... Jya... why did that name sound so familier? Then it dawned on Hiro where he heard that name before... Just moments ago when she had introduced herself. His mind must be slipping due to all the stress he's been under or the fact he's more tired than he would like to admit. The girl was like an angel from whatever heavon they blab about in those St. Elimine churches, with her sleeping above like that it was as if she was Hiro's personal gaurdian angel. Hiro plopped back on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
Morning, well more so afternoon when Hiro actually woke up, had came too soon. He only had a couple of days left before he had began his march towards Kraft. He had wasted no time hitting the streets, attempting to help con people into joining him.
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