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Post by The Madness on Feb 1, 2014 8:01:27 GMT -6
The time had come. After some time of waiting and digging around information in a safehouse provided by a friend, Oleg had located the slaver's hideout, along with bribing the guards to turn a blind eye in case the whole ordeal comes out to the public.
The building itself was disguised as a normal caravan company building, with many signs telling how much each caravan costed, the goods being listed as fruit. Of course, the people who went there knew what they were really after... Oleg had sent a letter to Butorega containing a map of the small town the building was located in, called Hillvale. He also had asked some help from other friends, providing that they would come to help him.
Oleg made his way to the tavern next to the slaver headquarters, sitting down as he then sipped his ale, waiting for the supposed reinforcements his friends had hired, along with any possible support from Butorega.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 1, 2014 9:43:20 GMT -6
Once Butorega received the letter from Oleg he set out immediately. In his mind things at the castle could wait. Taking down a group of slavers came more important to him than the day to day task of running the place. Butorega let Zara in charge and took Row with him. He did not want to take anymore Fiery Dragons forces as he feared bandits may strike. It took them about a week to get to Oleg location, but thankfully they made it on time. Butorega dismounted from his steed and walked into the tavern door. Row tied up their horses and headed in after Butorega.
When Butorega first laid eyes on Oleg he did not speak. Instead he sat down beside the man and ordered some grape juice. Butorega specifically went out of the way insinuate that he did not want anything with alcohol in it. After a weird look from the bartender Butorega got a glass of newly squeeze grape juice that they were planning to ferment. After taking a sniff and a taste to insure it was genuine Butorega took a gulp. “So”, he spoke suddenly without looking at Oleg. “How are the vermin?”
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Post by The Madness on Feb 1, 2014 9:50:08 GMT -6
"They've been doing their business as normal, exept near the area where we crashed their route. I suspect they fear someone will strike there again. They do not believe that I could alone betray them and kill their convoy, and they were right." Oleg nodded, sipping some of his wine as he then spoke once more, determination in his voice. "Mrhm. We will go and deal with them soon, but first... Let us wait for a moment to see if any of my other contacts hired me any help."
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Post by The Madness on Feb 3, 2014 8:00:21 GMT -6
"It seems they are not coming. Mrhm, I guess hiring help for a job of this kind is harder." Oleg proceeded to open a map, pointing to it as he then spoke once more. "I have gotten the guards bribed so that they let us inside the building and will not head there as soon as they get their alert going. Ofcourse, if we do this well enough, we might be able to handle it silently. How many people did you bring with yourself?"
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Post by Butorega on Feb 3, 2014 13:21:25 GMT -6
“Just one”, spoke Butorega.” I don’t really have many guys.” As Butorega finished speaking Row walked into the tavern. He took a look at Oleg and sat down on the other side. Butorega had given him the details as they traveled to the location. Row was more than willing to dish out some pay back, but he knew that simply charging in was not going to work.
“Let me introduce you to Row”, spoke Butorega. “You may not remember him, but he was one of the lads we rescued back near the beginning. He may not look it, but he can fight like a devil.”
The Red head lad did not speak, but rather nodded in a way of saying hi. It was not that Row was shy or anything, but rather he figured it was not a good time to speak. There were enemies about and he figured it would be best to keep the talking to a minimum.
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Post by The Madness on Feb 3, 2014 13:46:43 GMT -6
"Mrhm. Well. Here is the plan. I need you and your boy to scour the upper floor of the shop. It's filled with their current employees, as in mercs. The lower floor only has the bigwigs. I can handle them alone. Upper floor is the trickier part, so I need you two there to hold them off. Once their contractors head rolls on the floor, we can probably convince them to stop fighting us and give up. You might even gain some help trough that."
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Post by Butorega on Feb 3, 2014 18:04:55 GMT -6
"Sound easy enough", spoke Butorega. "Row how good is your acting skills", asked Butorega as he turned toward the cavalier. Row raised an eyebrow towards Butorega's question. Butorega then turned towards Oleg. "It is not a problem for you if I make a ruckus is it?"
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Post by The Madness on Feb 4, 2014 8:23:11 GMT -6
"I won't. The guards I bribed should block the door and say that they are investigating it. Once that is done and we sneak out the back, they will say that it was a simple brawl... With luck, we can avoid trouble until we can get out of town."
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Post by Butorega on Feb 4, 2014 9:08:48 GMT -6
“Well then”, spoke Butorega as he rose from his seat. “I say it is best that we get to work. The quicker we get this done the quicker we can go home. Believe it or not being this close to this place is leaving a bad taste in my mouth”
“Agreed”, spoke Row as he followed the Paladin. As Butorega walked out the door he turned toward Row.
“Row when we get inside follow my lead. However if things get ugly I want you to retreat and fall back to the castle,”
“What”, spoke Row with confusion?
“Don’t think about it just do it. You’re too young to end up dying in this place”, spoke Butorega. After the words left his mouth he began to feel a bit old.
“Buto, you are not that much older than myself”, spoke Row. “In fact there is only a two year difference.”
“True”, spoke Butorega, but I have been on the battle field. “You were just trained. The experience difference between us is far too great. I have done some things that I am not proud of. If I die on the battle field then I would be receiving my jut deserves. If you die on the battlefield it is a young man cut down in his prime.”
Row remained quite towards Butorega’s words. He knew Butorega was not a knight, but he thought nothing but highly of the man. Now Butorega was telling him he was not a saint and that he had done things that he was not proud of. It made him wonder a bit. What kind of man was Butorega.
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Post by The Madness on Feb 4, 2014 9:48:14 GMT -6
"If you two are done about talking your marriage, we need to get a move on before their next caravan leaves." Oleg rose up from the table and walked outside, motioning to one of his bribed guards, nodding to him as he then stopped next to the merchant's door, secretly prepearing himself. Butorega might be experienced, and his man might be experienced, but there are still only three of them. This will end up badly, he could sense it. But it would end up worse if he did not act now.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 5, 2014 9:57:45 GMT -6
"Watch it old man", spoke Row. Butorega simply ignored the comment. As Butorega approached the merchant door he took the time to look around. He took note of all the possible exits and entry ways. He looked around too see if there was any flammable material.
"Oleg you should hurry to your position", spoke Butorega as he drew his sword. The blade started to heat up as Butorega held it out. "Row you need to stay back some this is going to get ugly, and I mean ugly fast." Butorega rushed into the upper level of the building making as much noise as he possibly could. "Where is my nice", he shouted in a drunken tone of voice as he set fire to a nearby table!
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Post by The Madness on Feb 5, 2014 10:10:26 GMT -6
Oleg nodded, rushing inside as he then headed for the lower part of the building, his sword at the ready. He reached the dark cellars, looking around as he blinked a few times...
"Oi, Oi! Wot are yer?!" A man spoke to Butorega, looking at him with a slight look of fear in his eyes. "We sell cabbages, no nieces! HONEST!" the man slowly searched somewhere to hide, ducking behind the counter.
Outside the bribed guards went infront of the door, stating that they were handling the situation with some of them having gone inside to deal with it.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 5, 2014 10:38:03 GMT -6
"Where is my Nice", shouted Butorega again as he cut through a table. The fire began to spread around as the sword started to spit out flames. The guards on the inside were draw to him like moths to a flame. This was exactly what Butorega wanted.
Row for a moment simply sat in the back watching. It was a mixture of surprise and awe. He had not seen Fiery Dragon Blade before. Magic weapons were something people spoke of in legends and stories he did not expect to find one so close at to home. After a moment had passed Row realized what was going on. He was suppose to be helping. "Umm, yeah where is my sister", shouted Row as he began to smash stuff as well.
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Post by The Madness on Feb 5, 2014 11:25:42 GMT -6
Oleg kept searching the depths of the basement, hearing slight sobbings from time to time, along with cages lined along some of the walls. "I´ll get you out later, promise." Oleg continued his travel, stopping infront of a large door as he prepared his sword...
"OI! STOP BREAKING TH' FURNITURE! COST US A FORTUNE!" The merchant yelled, some of the guards circling around Butorega and Row, preparing their spears as the bribed guards kept others from going inside.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 6, 2014 10:56:13 GMT -6
"Spears", spoke Butorega. "Bad choice", the paladin put up his blade and moved his right hand to the hilt of his halberd. In that moment one of the guards attacked him. The paladin side stepped his thrust allowing the man to pass him. Row seeing the oppertunity stabbed the man in the side. His actions set off a chain reaction with the other guards moving in to attack. Butorega kicked on of the charging men in the knee to by himself a momment to draw his halberd. Row at the moment was fighting off two of their men. He had deflected on of there spear blows and stabbed forward with his spear. The guard jumped backwards dodging the attack and charged back in at the red headed lad.
"Got it", spoke Butorega as he pulled his Halberd off his back. Another guard tried to move in, but it was already to late. Butorega swung the Halberd catching the man in his side. The blade cut through his light armor and cut a gash into his side. The guard was not dead, but the wound caused him to stumble backwards. Butoerga taking the moment Butorega turned his attention to one of the men attacking Row. Using the point on his Halberd Butorega stabbed his weapon through the man's back. The guard that Butgorega had kicked in the knee earlier was back up. He attacked again with his spear. Unable to too pull his Halberd out of the man's back in time Butorega was forced to abandon his weapon and side step to the right.
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