Shard
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Post by Shard on Sept 13, 2014 10:52:55 GMT -6
Shard listened to the remainder of Mila's briefing, and nodded. He hoped that the caravan wouldn't make them an even more attractive target for bandits. "If it comes to bandits, they generally tend to be ill equipped, meaning simple axes, and perhaps the occasional blade. Between Flynn and I, barring insurmountable numbers, we should be able to deal with any brigands." He frowned a tiny frown at the mention of the previous expedition's fate. "Not to worry, it looks like what we lack in manpower, we'll make up for in expertise." Shard had studied skirmishing tactics under the tutelage of his sister, and small unit formations were something he was rather decent at. His frown turned to a wry grin as he faced them. "I'll take precautions, maybe shift my mount's armor plating a bit lower to ward off bites. You all seem a decent lot, so let's all do our best not to get horribly mauled and mangled, yes?"
Shard wasn't terribly pleased about having the Sage coming along with them, for several reasons. Firstly, the more magi in one area, the more likely that area was to be on fire at any given moment. And second, it sounded like the Sage was rather... advanced in years, and since the wizardly types tended to be a bit squishy, Shard was concerned about protecting another target. Still, it sounded like Old Man Sam needed to directly observe the Mauthe Doogs himself, so there was no avoiding it; this is the job.
As Aella and Flynn spoke, Shard mulled over his options in his mind. He adjusted the strap on his left bracer absentmindedly as he spoke. "Well, since we have the rest of the afternoon and evening to prepare... I think I'll start in the library, try and find a book on hunting from horseback. Might be some tactics in there that I can learn. Flynn," he said, turning to the Mercenary. "I'll meet you out in the training yard in an hour to share whatever I've learned. Sister Aella," he called after the woman who was about to exit, "I'll catch up with you at the tavern soon after that. It's always wise to buy the healer a drink, I've found." he said with a grin.
Waiting for the others to exit first, Shard hung around until it was just him and Mila. It was always awkward talking about payment, but this was the path Shard had chosen, and his tone was pleasant, but direct. "Pardon me... well, I don't know what title I should use when addressing you, Miss Milla, forgive me... but in any case, we need to just clarify the terms of my service." Drawing a piece of parchment from a pouch on his leg, he placed it on the desk in front of Mila. It was a mercenary's contract, pre-drawn in official calligraphy, and bearing Shard's name. There were blank portions that were obviously meant to be filled in, such as the employer's name, the date, signatures, and the amount that was to be tendered. "I'm a professional, meaning that my word is my bond. That said, I find having a legally binding document tends to foster more trust than is usually afforded to an average thug for hire."
Shard was sure that he didn't need to go through this spiel with Mila, as she seemed a good-natured person, but he went through the speech with all potential clients. "Just some ground rules: Firstly, I am a knight, not a slave. I don't do a butler or a maid's work, I protect my client and attack their enemies. Secondly, I am in no way officially affiliated with any organization, house, or kingdom that my employer does; I'm merely a freelancer. And lastly, if you ask me to do something morally abhorrent, I reserve the right to refuse. If at any time before the job is done, you feel as though you want to end our arrangement, say the word and I'm gone. To that end," Shard smiled warmly, "I always take half of my fee up front, and the other half upon completion of the job. So for this job, 500 gold before we leave, and 500 when the mauthe doog is in your possession, and the rest are terminated." This way, even if Shard did 90% of the work and then the client decided to dismiss him, he'd still make 50%. He looked Mila in the eye and decided that the direct approach was best. "Look," he said, his eyebrows arched, "You've been very reasonable thus far, and I really would like for this job to work out great for both of us. So, will you sign me on?" He gestured to a quill and inkwell on the desk as he awaited her response.
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Post by Mila on Sept 14, 2014 10:49:12 GMT -6
Mila had finished explaining some of the details of the job.
"Don't worry too much on Old Man Sam. He's quite spry when the situation calls for it." Pretty sure that monster and bandit attacks would qualify as "situations".
She overheard Shard discuss his plans to divide out his town with the rest of the group. Then Shard began explaining his terms. This piqued Mila's attention. It wasn't often she dealt with professionals. That's usually a job done by others of the academy. But today the academy decided to leave her in charge of this, after the failure from those axe man. A soft smirk crept onto her face.
"Books on horse back fighting can be found in the library. It's towards the left side of the library, near the window with the rose colored stain glass." She spoke automatically. Then returned her attention back to Shard's demands.
She picked up Shard's contract and began reading it to herself. Everything seemed to be in order.
"You can simply call me Mila. Miss Mila tends to tongue tie people." She smiled.
"Very well then. I shall trust and agree to the terms of your contract, with a few edits. There is no guarantee that we will be successful with the capture of the mauthe doog. Like I said earlier, the last expedition led to failure. We had to destroy the bodies due to circumstance. If this situation were to happen again, the terms of the goal would be violated and you would not receive payment. I do not want this to be the case. I fully believe in paying people for their services regardless of success or failure, especially with this sort of job where the outcomes are uncertain." She took a seat and drew a blank piece of paper. She began copying the contract word per word and with exact handwriting. She began filling in the necessary details of the original contract and the copy. Dates, organization, goal, and payment.
"Hmm.." She patted the tip of feather to her chin for a moment as she thought of the right words.
"1000 gold Payment will be given to Shard in two divisions. Payment is to be divided into two half payments. First payment to be provided before the expedition. Second payment will be administered upon successful completion, improvised completion, or failure of the main goal, provided both parties survive." She spoke the words as she wrote it. So that Shard any anyone else in the room could hear it.
"Sorry if that sounds complicated and long winded. My bosses LOVE long winded and complicated." She had a tone of sarcasm in her voice. She gently blew on the pages to have the ink dry a bit faster.
"I'm serious, just look at our wanted ad poster. So many unneeded words." She signed both pieces of paper then held up the quill to Shard for him to sign his name.
"Is it alright if I pay you a bit later in the tavern? I currently do not have the funds. They are with the treasurer, plus I need to run the contract with my superior real quick. I've got to follow protocol for this sort of thing."
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Shard
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Post by Shard on Sept 16, 2014 17:09:48 GMT -6
Shard nodded as Mila went through all the points in the contract. He was impressed at her penmanship as she deftly transcribed an exact copy of his standard contract, though it didn't surprise him unduly. Mages were most likely used to writing and reading more than your everyday townsperson, but her speed and accuracy was still... noteworthy. Shard smirked as the pun played itself out in his mind, then rolled his eyes at his own childishness. He caught himself about to chuckle at his own lack of maturity, and stopped short. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Mila. Huh. Now that's a funny thought.
As she went over the point about paying him whether or not they accomplished their goal, Shard was more than surprised. Generally, most people who hired mercenaries expected that their hard-spent gold would guarantee them a successful outcome. He grinned as he spoke, finding that talking to Mila was easier than speaking to most other magic users, especially since (as she pointed out) many of them could be pointlessly erudite and verbose in their way of speaking. "That's very kind of you, and generous. But I promise, I'll do everything in my power to get the job done. It's bad for business if I go around doing the bare minimum, that's no way to build a legend, haha."
Shard took the offered quill, dabbing ink onto the tip. His penmanship left a bit to be desired, but he was no uneducated peasant. His family had him studying at the same school that the local nobility sent their heirs to, having made enough gold from two lifetimes of mercenary work to ensure that Shard and his sister would receive instruction in mathematics, history, language, and rhetoric, in addition to courtly manners and skill at simple arms. Shard was no great scholar, having taken more to the study of rare rocks and training at arms than maths or the sciences, but he thanked his instructor, the prune-faced Madam Erma silently right then for making him pay attention in letters class as he affixed his signature to the document. "Sure, Miss Mil- I mean, ahem, Mila. You're right, it does tend to trip up the tongue," he alliterated with a small laugh, "You can bring payment over to the tavern whenever it's convenient, as I'm sure I'll be there awhile tonight. It's good for folks who are about to duke it out with vicious hellhounds to get to know one another." Shard noticed his formality was slipping a bit, so he hurried to clear his throat and add, "But if it's not convenient, then wherever is good for you. We signed a contract, I'm your sworn man until the job is done. That is, the academy's sworn man, ahem, and yours by extension." Shard hated tripping over his words, as wordplay was something he was usually decent at. It was probably just being in a building with this many mages that was making him feel a bit of discomfort, he rationalized.
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Aella
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Post by Aella on Sept 16, 2014 21:29:18 GMT -6
Aella swirled her glass of wine slowly. She didn't expect the others to follow quickly. In fact, she had practically counted on it. It gave her time to think and calm down. Granted, she was excited about the healing possibilities, but her first and foremost concern had to be the welfare of her companions. And so she sat, lost in thought, slowly sipping the sweet but cheap wine in the back corner of the establishment. Of course, this somewhat odd picture drew the attention of more than a few.
This inevitably happened whenever Aella came to these places. She didn't mind though. At best it was flattering, at worst a simple nuisance. Most who approached her were easily avoided by gushing over medicines. They soon tired and left. Others were more persistent. For those, she had a special little something she added to their drink. Sometimes her addition induced vomiting, others were put to sleep. Both were easy to blame on over consumption of alcohol. It all came down to staying calm in difficult situations, a specialty of Aella's.
The first contender of the evening approached. Sitting down across from her, he struck up the usual conversation. Name, offer another drink, talked about himself. Aella smiled politely and listened quietly, only speaking when necessary. She was waiting for the key question of the conversation. It always came up if the man was being polite. This one was. "So what are you doing here?"
"I'm so glad you asked," her smiled widened into a full grin. Without further ado, the healer burst into known and theoretical medicinal possibilities of animals and specifically mauthe doogs. As Aella continued talking, she could see the color draining from the person sitting across from her. He apparently wasn't good with bloody subjects and scientific discoveries. This would be over quickly. Still, she wished her companions of the evening would show up soon.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 7:27:38 GMT -6
Flynn listened to Shard, nodding occasionally. He chimed in as the cavalier finished speaking, "Bandits shouldn't be much of a problem. They're never the smartest and an axe isn't hard to get around. Mauthe Doogs are a different story." Flynn gave a small laugh at Shard's joke. "I can agree to that. No need to stop just as we're getting started, right?"
The mercenary nodded in response to Shard, "I'll be there. See you in an hour, then."
As he turned to leave, Flynn saw Shard pull out the piece of paper and lay it in front of Mila. A contract and binding agreements. The man was clearly knowledgable in the work of a mercenary. It almost made Flynn feel mediocre. Here he was, some random boy from the plains who could swing a sword and possibly lop someone's head off with it, standing next to a trained and seasoned mercenary. Contracts hadn't even crossed his mind when he thought of becoming a sell sword. He stood and watched for a few more moments before leaving the office. He wandered the halls again, getting lost and asking for directions multiple times. After nearly being crushed by a large stack of books placed messily in a closet that he'd opened, Flynn found his way to the training yard.
Finally he thought. Open spaces and fresh air.
The young man stretched his arms and legs a bit before walking into the center area where a lone trainer stood. Flynn drew his sword and faced the man. The trainer studied Flynn for a moment before pulling his lance from the ground. Everything the man did was slow and lazy, as if he didn't care to practice with Flynn. The mercenary was furious. The trainer clearly didn't think he was worth the time of day.
I'll show him Flynn thought. He waited, his body tensed and ready to strike, for the man to say go. A few moments passed and the trainer started their practice. As soon as the word passed the man's lips, Flynn sprinted forward. The trainer attempted to hit Flynn by thrusting his lance forward, but the mercenary rolled underneath it. He sprung up from his roll, swinging at the lance with his sword. It broke and the young man tackled the trainer to the ground, pointing his sword right at the trainer's throat.
"Let's try this again," Flynn said. "Give me an actual challenge this time."
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Post by Mila on Sept 17, 2014 13:04:33 GMT -6
OOC- Wall of text incoming. -- "Alright then. If we are finished here. I've got a few errands to run." She politely dismissed herself from the office. She remembered to flip the door sign over, signifying that the office was now closed. She took a deep breath to mentally prepare herself with what she needed to do. First stop was to hand over her copy of Shard's contract to her superiors and fill out some more paperwork. With that she can be given the money she promised the young cavalier. Then, she was to confirm everything was in order for the ride to the village. Then quickly calculate, how many supplies would be needed, and put in the order for that. Then a quick check up on old man Sam. Hopefully he's in the library by then. I'd hate to have to walk all the way across to the other end of the building to his office.
This should eat up most of the day. Once everything was said and done she could finally meet up everyone at the tavern and have a well deserved drink. I hope I don't keep them waiting too long. After that she could retire to her quarters and prepare her own supplies for the trip and get some sleep. Gods let this go smoothly. And with that, she walked off. She walked down the halls, waved to a few guards who recognized her, and reached a flight of stairs. Up we go.
Gods she hated meeting with her superiors. They walked around with an aura of smugness about them simply, because they had some sort of superiority. Elected by the high council of the prophet to lead the young minds of mages and scholars alike, more like bigots and snobs. They treated many of the students and workers with disrespect, and only show the faintest shred of decency to people above them. But alas, there wasn't much she could do against them. She took comfort in knowing that they would die soon due to their age. Or by a knife to their back. She sighed once she reached the door to their offices. Please just let me deal with only one of the secretaries today. She crossed her fingers, and pushed open the door. She noticed the lone secretary at his desk with a mountain of papers surrounding him. Yes!
"Excuse me.." She spoke as she approached him. He ordered her to state her business in a annoyed tone. Mila quietly handed her the copy of the contract. He looked over it and handed her another set of papers which she filled out quickly, and neatly. There she detailed the names of the others to join on the expedition and allotted for the same payment options as was with Shard's. Everyone will be getting a small advance. Today for tomorrow trip. She passed the finished pieces of paper back to the gentleman and he reviewed it. Everything was in order and she was given the paper needed to withdraw the exact for the upfront payments amount from the treasury. Perfect. The treasury office was right next to the supplies so she could kill two birds with one stone. She thanked him and left. She caught a hold of old man Sam walking around the corridors. She asked him if he was ready for the trip tomorrow, he replied that he was all set. And was looking forward to it. Sam wasn't as old as Mila made him out to be. Sam was in his late 60's, he was sharp as a tack, and built averagely. He had a trimmed grey beard, short grey hair, and bushy eyebrows. Unlike the other old sages lingering around the academy Sam was respectful. The "old man" part came from the fact that he was indeed an older gentleman, but also the "old man" of one of her superiors. It was a nickname he was accustomed to. She gave him the brief details on who would be coming along and what time they would be leaving. He dismissed herself from him and went down the steps, down another hall to the treasury.
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Shard
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Post by Shard on Sept 17, 2014 21:53:12 GMT -6
OOC: All the walls of text! XD
As Mila left, Shard remembered what she'd said about where to find the books he was looking for, and remembered that his first order of business was to study up on some new tactics. Still, old friends are best not left forgotten, so first Shard turned and walked to the door to outside the Academy's large doors, where Jasper was hitched to a post, content to graze on some freshly-planted flowers, much to Shard's chagrin. He saw a baby-faced Acolyte about to run up and stop the horse, but a harsh -NEIGH!- from Jasper convinced him that his attention was needed elsewhere. Shard almost cried tears of mirth as he strode over to his mount, stroking his old friend's mane. "Ahaha, dine well my friend! We've got a job in the morning, and every day is a new chance to get ourselves killed. So enjoy the potted plants, and try not to die on me or get me killed, eh? I wouldn't do that to you, so don't do that to me, alright?" He spoke sardonically to the horse like they were discussing afternoon tea instead of dying horribly. Shard drew a carrot from a saddlebag and fed it to his mount, who whinnied in approval as he chomped. "And here, get some real food. Stay here, and don't let any of the magicky types do any experiments on you, okay buddy?" Before leaving his mount, Shard took a moment to adjust some of his mount's barding and armor plating. It was usually situated so that it warded off axe blows and thrusting weapons, but Shard adjusted it to defend more against attacks that would rise from below, like a beast's fangs. "Trust me, you'll thank me buddy!" he called back over his head as he went back inside.
Finding the library, Shard was growing more than a bit... uncomfortable. It was clear to anyone who passed him that the young man was no student of the mystical arts, and his sword and armor were looked at with disdain by many of the robe-wearers that passed him in the hall. When he entered the area that Mila said the books he was looking for could be found, a weasel-faced young man in a Mage's cloak was sitting at a desk nearby. As he entered, the Mage exhaled in shock, and adjusted his glasses. "Oh! Umm, are you lost?" Shard sighed. This was going to be one of those days, wasn't it?
One hour and many grudging explanations of his presence later, Shard had gleaned enough about fighting beasts from horseback to know how to practice in the training yard. Leaving the library hastily, Shard was glad when he felt fresh air hit his face as he entered the training space. He was just in time to see Flynn giving a man who looked like a rather poorly prepared sparring partner a sound thrashing. Chuckling as he entered, Shard bent to offer the bemused man a hand up, and snatched the training spear from him in the process. When the man opened his mouth and gave Shard a look of incredulity, Shard cut him off. Ah ah ah, you had your chance. Besides, it's not that I don't think you're qualified, but well..." Shard shrugged. "Actually it is that. I don't think you're qualified to train with us. Sorry bud." The sputtering trainer was making odd noises all the way to the door as Shard guided him out, firmly but politely, shutting it behind him. Turning to face Flynn, Shard grinned. "Alright, let's you and I work through some techniques. We'd better get to it, I don't want to leave Aella and Mila hanging for long. So," he stated, holding his lance with one hand like he would on horseback. "I'll demonstrate first. Attack from below, the way you bested the other guy." It would be a suitable proxy for how the mauthe doogs would attack them, and Shard had a countering technique to practice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2014 11:28:44 GMT -6
Flynn's crimson eyes burned into the man beneath him, his hand planted firmly on the trainer's shoulder and his sword poised above his throat for a few moments. When he heard another person join them, the mercenary looked up to see Shard walking over. He pushed himself up off of the trainer, giving the older man another withering glare as he did so. Flynn took. Step back from the trainer and sheathed his sword before crossing his arms.
"All yours, Shard," the mercenary said as he scanned the surrounding area. The other patrons of the training are were all looking at the three of them. Some looked impressed, while others looked surprised. He smiled a little. Throwing people off guard by his unexpected display of skill and ferocity was always a nice feeling for Flynn, mostly because he was able to prove the doubters wrong and show up those who looked down on him. His eyes passed over the other people before returning to Shard and the trainer. He smirked at the trainer as he was led away, sputtering and outraged. The youth allowed himself a few laughs as he walked over to Shard.
"You handled that well," Flynn commented, returning the cavalier's grin. "I wouldn't call him not skilled enough to train with us. He simply underestimated me. Clearly, a poor choice on his part. He's going to be made fun of by others here, letting a guy like me best him so easily."
The young man nodded in response and drew his sword, "Aye. Mustn't keep them waiting. Don't expect me to go any easier on you, though."
As he spoke, Flynn took his stance, ready to spring at a moment's notice. He waited for Shard to give the word and start their training bout.
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Shard
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Post by Shard on Sept 23, 2014 16:44:05 GMT -6
[OOC: I'm going to forgo the turn order for the sake of speeding along the story 'til we get to the tavern. Hope everyone's ok with that. >.>]
Shard held the training lance at an angle, and nodded for Flynn to attack. He knew the trajectory of Flynn's attack would mimic the way that a mauthe doog would strike, and the manual had said that gravity would provide an advantage in power against such attackers. For the next half hour, Shard practiced parrying those sorts of strikes as they came, though it wasn't easy. Flynn was a strong swordsman, his strikes augmented by a passion that Shard could feel radiating from him. After a while of that, Shard switched to his sword and demonstrated to Flynn the technique as it applied to someone on foot. The key was in realizing that the mauthe doogs' bite would have to come at them from a fixed angle, as a bite is essentially a modified thrust. To counter it, one would need to side-step the attack and strike perpendicularly, at a T-angle to the target.
After a while of this, the shadows in the courtyard had deeply lengthened. Sheathing his sword, Shard wiped perspiration from his brow as he turned to Flynn, nodding towards the door. "I think we've got it! This technique will really help out against beasts in general, not just hellhounds. We've kept the others waiting for a while, I say it's high time we all got to know each other better, yes?" With a smile, he held the door open. "You're coming too, right? You're a strong fighter, Flynn, and I'm glad you're on our side."
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Post by Mila on Sept 23, 2014 17:36:14 GMT -6
[OOC- That's fine. I took more then 2 days anyway.] -- Mila paid a visit to the treasury. She presented the paper she obtained earlier and was given exactly 2000 pieces of gold in 4 cloth pouches. 500 for each of us. Hope it's enough for the personal supplies. Can't go changing it now. She took each baggie of gold and tied it together in a larger cloth which she then put inside her bag. Perfect. Won't be losing a single coin now. The cloth also did well to muffle the sound of jangling coins. Last thing she needed was to get robbed on the way to the tavern.
She went to the adjoining area and checked up on the supplies for tomorrow. She calculated out enough food stuffs for everyone. An extra caravan in case they were successful in killing a mauthe doog without destroying the body entirely. This empty caravan would be used to transport the body back discretely. If not, well then they had an extra caravan to make the trip back a bit more comfortable. Everything was in order. Perfect. She filled out necessary paperwork and let the system work it's magic. She made a quick trip to her quarters. She pulled out from her shelf of books an old journal. She quickly flipped through the pages to make sure it was the right one. Ah yes. A collection of natural venom and their uses. She figured she could lend it to Aella for the journey. She seemed to be one who would be interested in this sort of thing.
Mila then grabbed another book off her shelf. It was an incomplete journal from one of her colleagues who passed away. A monster guide. The journal was half filled with details of the various monsters being recorded in the world. Most of the pages are filled with important dates and details of bone walkers. The most common of the monsters. Since they happened to be the re-animated corpses of the dead and their were A LOT of dead people. But some pages were filled with other monsters like mauthe doogs, baels, and gargoyles. The final entry of the journal from the old owner explained he was observing a strange figure in the sky. Before it got cut off, and unfortunately splattered in what was deemed to be blood. Mila had been scribbling in it her notes about monsters, as if to continue the old author's work.
Now she could head off to the tavern. Oh dear which one were we supposed to meet up in? She thought to herself. Quietly she wandered down the familiar halls out the main gate. Probably the closest one. So too the boorish bear. She made her way out to the alliterative named bar. She was familiar with the place. It was rather popular with the students of the academy.
She found Aella, talking to some poor chap about something ghastly. As she could tell by the man's lack of facial color. Oh this is going to be good. She took her seat shortly after the man made his exit.
"Heya. Sorry to keep you waiting." Mila spoke to Aella.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 21:26:20 GMT -6
Flynn was glad to have someone as skilled as Shard to train with. It would benefit them both in the end. Shard would be able to counter such a strike later and Flynn would be able to handle the range of a lance should he fight one. He repeated his roll slash attack as many times as was necessary for the cavalier to master countering it. During his counter practice, Flynn found himself easily handling the dodge-slice pattern. He felt pretty confident that the mauthe doogs would all do the same attack and rarely change their tactics. They were monsters and most likely acted on animal instinct alone. The alpha would be no different.
"Shard," Flynn said in the middle of a dodge, "I think I have an idea for killing the alpha in the cleanest method possible. So we can spare the body from uncessary damage. What we could do is have me lure it in to strike. I'll dodge like we've been practicing and you come in with your lance. Stab the alpha in the neck to hold it in place and I'll cut its head off while it can't move. Then we have an relatively undamaged head and body to work with."
The swordsman looked out at the deepening shadows after finishing and looked back at Shard. "Aye, we've had ourselves a good training session. The ladies have been waiting quite a while and I could really use a drink or two before going head to head with the hellhounds," the young man responded. "We've got a good team going into this. Two strong fighters, a mage, and a healer to keep us alive. I think this mission will be quite successful."
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Post by Mila on Nov 14, 2014 12:36:23 GMT -6
OOC- Sorry for delay, im moving us along. -- Mila and the healer continued to talk up a storm about their adventures and details of monster anatomy. Most of which would creep out the average patron. The bar tender was used to this sort of conversation, as most of the academy students would travel to the bar and discuss things of these manner. But it was starting to affect his business as the patrons would leave in a hurry, which meant less money for the bar.
He asked the two to kindly keep their voices down. And well Mila obliged. She knew the owner well enough and she was quite fond of this bar. Eventually the other two gentlemen of their group joined them. Mila quietly handed everyone pay.
"Use it to buy supplies for tomorrow." She spoke plainly. She quickly reviewed with what to expect for tomorrow's trip. The time, the place, the hunt, pretty much recapping everything that was mentioned in her "office". The prospect of bringing back a Mauthe Doog and gaining some respect from the academy excited her. This could also be the very last time I'm here drinking among good company.
She dismissed herself and struck up a conversation with the tavern owner. She paid off any open tab she may have accumulated and the owner guessed what it meant. It wasn't the first time she had done this sort of thing. The big man gave her a hearty pat on the back and told her not to worry too much about it.
After that she was off to her room. She gave a quick once over to all the things she would take with her. Her journal, a pencil, some medicinal herbs, her tea, some fruit, clean bandages, her good but dirty cloak, and a change of clothes. She folded and arranged everything neatly into her bag. Her large water pouch hung along side it, and it was full with fresh water. Everything else was to be supplied by the wagons. She made sure of that. She continued her nightly habits before finally settling down to sleep. At the crack of dawn she was already up and waiting for the rest of the troop. She was munching on her breakfast, a roll of fresh bread with some cheese in the middle of it. Old man Sam was in the wagon already, sleeping as usual.
*time skip*
Due to hazardous conditions and unpredictable weather the merry band were unable to reach their destination to obtain any samples of Doogs. The group was forced to turn back and return to the city, the mission was aborted. Fortunately there were no casualties. And everyone went their separate ways. ----
Seeing as how the last post was in November, and none of the other participants have responded since then. I label this thread dead and closed.
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