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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 4, 2014 6:19:58 GMT -6
Vicktaria turned his ship around as he sung a rowdy song with his men. The day was beautiful, and the seas were open for rowing. As they sailed the coast of the sandy Nabata, they had reaved many-a-villages at their quest for loot. As he watched his crew, he felt a sense of pride. His brothers, sisters, even his oldest son, Euron, who was only a wee lad, were working along with the crew. This was what he was happy with. But he wanted more. He wanted a navy. He wanted a part of the world.
Euron stared to his father in wonder. He wanted to be like him, a fearsome captain of his own ship, with his own slaves and his own whims. His father had always told him he would be something great, and he wanted to fulfill his fathers hopes as soon as he could.
Vicktaria suddenly saw a lone village on the shore, a grin falling to his face as he yelled to his men. "Alright boys, prepare your axes! We're going in for a little visit!"
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 4, 2014 10:10:18 GMT -6
Orcleous let out a yawn as he and a salt caravan arrived at the village. He had joined up with their merry band back in Lycia. They were selling sold to many of the major city states. orcleous joined up as a guard to protect them and their gold till they returned back to Nabata. Here they would restock and renew contracts and set out again. Orcleous however was not keen to join back up with the caravan. Sure the gold was good, but the job was a bit too high profile for him. Orcleous liked to lay low. He did have his old group to worry about. When you guard a salt caravan people tend to remember your name.
"Hey Orc here", spoke the leader of the caravan as he tossed the young mercenary his gold. "Are you signing back up. You will get even more gold if you run a full tour my friend."
"NO thanks", spoke Orcleous to the man's surprise. "The job pays well, but there is not enough excitement."
"Excitement", spoke the man with surprise. "Here I figured mercenaries loved the easy life. Well I guess there are some bloodthirsty ones amongst them, but I did not peg you one of them. I figured you were the money grubbing type."
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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 6, 2014 1:32:52 GMT -6
Vicktaria had turned the boat to face the village, simply waiting now for it to reach it's destination. His men were all ready with their axes and swords, sharpening them and doing a rowdy joke from time to time. Vicktaria grew a grin, and chuckled grimly.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 7, 2014 11:12:04 GMT -6
"Money grubbing", spoke Orcleous with a bit of surprise. He thought about it and nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah I can see why you thought that. However I am not bloodthirsty. I just want to test myself and the strength of my sword arm."
"Oh I get it", spoke the man. "Your one of those youngins that want to become the greatest. Yeah I have seen your type around before. You guys don't usually last long, but a few of you make it to the top. However those few are usually the very talented and I hat to tell you Orc you don't fall into that category."
"Well that is not necessary what I want to do, but thanks for the void of confidence", spoke Orcleous in a sarcastic tone.
"Whatever", spoke the man as he began to walk away. "If you change your mind you know where to find me. We will be here for a few days before we head back out."
"See ya Tomas", spoke Orcleous as he walked toward the tavern. In the distance he saw a ship heading toward the port. "Must be another merchant ship", spoke Orcleous as he walked into the tavern. He was less worried about incoming ships and more worried about getting some food inside his stomach. "Let me have the village special", spoke Orcleous as he took a seat at a table.
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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 7, 2014 11:26:51 GMT -6
Vicktaria docked his ship onto the port as if he was a merchant, whistling as he walked to meet the officials who climbed on board. Most of his men were still hiding their weapons, docking the ship peacefully. Vicktaria traded a few words with the officials, looked to his son and smirked. "I'll go and check around... Keep the... Gargo ready." Vicktaria let out a loud laugh, walking past the officials as he then entered the local tavern.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 7, 2014 11:38:03 GMT -6
"Scrumptious", spoke Orcleous as he finished the last of his fish. Ordering the village special was probably the wisest decision he had ever made. The fish was cooked to perfection and the side dish of diced red potatoes and cheese filled the young mercenary up. Orcleous walked up to the counter and paid for the meal. He gave his complements to the chief and turned to see a unexpected face entering the tavern.
"Oh crap", spoke Orcleous as he started Vicktaria in the eye. The young mercenary took a step back and placed his hand on the hilt of his silver sword. His eyes focused on the raider and in a moments notice he could draw his sword. The only reason Orcleous had not drawn his sword already was thanks to the lack of noise coming from outside. It meant that he and his raiders were not attacking the village, and attacking Vicktaria in the tavern would only lead to his arrest, or possible death by the local guards.
"What are you doing here you one eyes barbarian", spoke Orcleous. The people in the tavern began to stare as the young swordsmen gave the sailor a death glare unlike any other.
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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 7, 2014 11:47:26 GMT -6
Vicktaria furrowed his eyebrow. How in the hells did this boy happen to be just at the small port he wanted to attack? Maybe he should take the boy as one of his crew. Vicktaria stared from the boy to the other people of the tavern, as he then started a loud cackle, placing his hands on his hips as he then spoke. "Do tell, when did I become a barbarian?"
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 7, 2014 11:59:34 GMT -6
"When you sacked that village and made off with the women", shouted Orcleous. Flashes of anger and hurt pride rushed back to him as he remembered the day. "I am a greedy bastard", spoke Orcleous to the surprise of everyone around him. "I will admit that. I will kill almost anybody for the right amount of gold, and I see no problem with stealing form the dead. However I do not deal in slavery. No man has the right to own another, nor does anyone have the right to take someone from their homes. You asked when you became a barbarian", spoke Orcleous as he returned to Vick original question. "You became a barbarian when you took the first woman from her home and declared that she was was yours."
Orcleous paused for a moment and waited for Vicktaria's response. He keep his eyes on the man's hands making sure he did not draw his weapon. His own right hand remained on the hilt of his blade. Orcleous remained ready for an assault.
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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 7, 2014 12:02:41 GMT -6
"I just came here for a mead, not for a boy who does not understand the world." Vicktaria continued to keep his hands on his hips, just staring around and waiting to see what happened. "Well? What are you staring at? Are you either going to start a brawl, or will we just return to our normal day to day business?" He grew a faint grin.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 7, 2014 12:12:12 GMT -6
"Hey if your going to fight take it outside", spoke the bartender. The man seemed unfazed by the conversation. It was as if he had seen it all before.
Orcleous looked at the barkeep and then turned his eyes back to Vicktaria. He was not going to start a fight. It was in his best interest not to cause a seen. Plus there was the added factor that he might not be able to beat Vicktaria in a fight. Despite their clash in the village Orcleous and Vick never crossed blades. Orcleous had no idea how skilled Victaria was, nor did he know the man's strength. Jumping into a fight with Vick might not be the brightest of idea. Orcleous glared at Vick again , but removed his hand from his sword. The mercenary returned to his normal stance, but kept an eye on the pirate.
"Cutting you down here would do me more harm than good", spoke Orcleous. The Mercenary walked by the pirate, and walked toward the tavern door. His eye watched the man every step of the way. "I still have my eye on you", spoke Orcleous as he walked outside.
"Trouble making Mercenary", spoke the barkeep. "You there Mr. One eye. Are you going to order that drink or are you going to just stand around", spoke the man.
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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 7, 2014 12:18:16 GMT -6
"I'll order it. Just let me go and get my son from my ship." Vicktaria turned around, walking outside as he patted Orc on the back. "Better start running." Vicktaria chuckled, walking towards his ship...
Vickon stared as his father arrived towards the ship, starting to grin as he told the men to prepare their axes. He then joined his father at the bay. "We are going to do a small split off... Tell the men they will all leave the port in small groups, pretending to go drinking and... Enjoying themselves." Vickon grinned, nodding as he left back for the tavern with his father, two sisters and one brother as the Reavers split to groups of five to ten, heading to different establishments.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 7, 2014 12:28:05 GMT -6
So he is here for that, thought Orcleous to himself. He was tempted to cut down the pirate as he walked by, but two guardsmen who heard the conversation in the tavern had an eye on him. They had marked Orcleous as a trouble maker, and thus they were blind to the danger. Orcleous knew this was not a good sign. It was going to be the village in Lycia all over again. Orcleous watched as the men got off the ship and began to head in different directions.
He is smarter this time thought Orcleous as he saw the men act as if they were drunkards. Orcleous was not going to let this simply stand. He knew it would not be long before they began to attack the village. From the look of the guards gave him when vick walked by he knew they would not believe him. "Tomas", shouted Orcleous as he walked into the office of the merchant. Hopefully he could convince Tomas and Tomas could gather his guards in time to counter their attack.
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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 9, 2014 11:13:06 GMT -6
Vicktaria arrived back to the tavern with his sons and daughter, nodding to the bartender. "We'll take those drinks now..." He nodded to the others as they then sat down onto a table, waiting for their meads, sipping on them as they looked around, with Vicktaria winking his only eye as a sign.
Outside, the tavern seemed perfectly fine. Inside? Vicktaria and his sons and daughters had already begun the slaughter of the drunken townspeople. Same would be happening all over the town with the other groups.
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Post by Orcleous on Apr 9, 2014 13:59:38 GMT -6
"Tomas", spoke Orcleous as he rushed into the merchants room. Tomas and his mercenaries were staying at a Inn on the opposite side of town. So Orcleous was not sure what was going on yet inside the tavern.
"Oh Orcleous", spoke Tomas with a bit of surprise in his voice. "I figured it would take you a day or two of thinking it over before you came to your senses. Well here you go youngin sign your name on that paper and we will be ready to move out."
Orcleous rushed up and smashed his hand onto the table. The force knocked the ink well over and covered the contract in a great black pool. "There is no time ,and that is now why I am here", spoke Orcleous. At first Tomas began to complain about Orcleous knocking over the ink, but then he looked into the young mercenaries eyes and saw the seriousness in them.
"What going on Orcleous", spoke Tomas in a serious tone. The mercenary had the merchants full attention.
"Look you need to mobilize your guards immediately and link up with the town guard. There is a pirate in the city that is aiming to pillage the whole town", shouted Orcleous.
"Wait, wait Orcleous", spoke Tomas as he rose his right hand. "Is this pirate attacking, or do you think he is going to attack."
"I know he is going to attack", shouted Orcleous!
"Orcleous calm yourself", spoke Tomas. As the words came out of the merchants mouth the death grunt of one of his guards filled the air. The merchant stood up and looked back toward the door as a commotion began to fill the Inn.
"Dang it I am too late", shouted Orcleous as he drew his silver sword and rushed out of Tomas' room.
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Post by Vicktaria on Apr 9, 2014 14:08:43 GMT -6
Vicktaria laughed as his men begun burning the tavern. He carried the tavernkeepers wife out, followed by his men carrying their own loot.
Obsidin stared at the door that opened. His father was away, so he was in command of this group. He saw the dark skinned man come out, preparing his silver sword. Obsidin let out a roar of pure anger, leaping forwards, his spear ready to try and stab into the boy.
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