Bandit Hunt (Open)
Jun 9, 2016 18:45:20 GMT -6
Post by Sergeo on Jun 9, 2016 18:45:20 GMT -6
Running through the main streets of the deserted town, Sergeo was determined to find the search party before they found him, but man it had been a while since he had to run like this. His legs burned with the mild pain associated with someone who was out of shape trying to exercise again for the first time in a long while. He figured all those long years of sticking his nose mostly into books instead of ransacking merchant wagons have taken some what of a toll on the former bandit. Not that it bothered him too much as he was certain that he could out run any lumbering grunt still.
Eventually Sergeo had made to the edge of town, more winded then he had hoped, and just as Saya's orange companion had said, a search party had come to see what the disturbance was. Six burly looking bandits, each one carrying a big broad headed iron axe, looked back at Sergeo as a similar scary grin grew across all their faces. "Well look at we have here lads." one bandit who was adorn in grey wolf pelts and had his face painted with red streaks across his cheeks spoke up in a cocky tone. "Looks like we found the source of the noise. A ratty little leftover of this village hahaha! Hey tell ya what " The head bandit laughed, but Sergeo was unshaken To him this was very common procedure for bandits. Scare them and see if they drop there wallets. It was predictable and Sergeo wasn't going to play this game. "Heh...is that really your best line?" The mountain men were admittedly taken aback a bit by the mage's equally cocky response. "Eh!?" "I said is that the scariest you can be? No swinging of your weapons, no flair, no oomph to your command? Really now, if that is the best you so called bandits have, then the standards for being a bandit here in the south must be pathetically low In fact, to call you all bandits would be a disgrace to actual bandits. I doubt any of you actually killed a single man for that gear your using" All of the bandits went from wicked smiles to furious scowls by having their skills being spat upon. When you were born into a gang of bandits you learn pretty quickly that the greatest form of power is not money, not power, not even fear, but respect. The difference between a bandit, a thief, and a scavanger are slight, but all governed by skill and respect. To kill a live man for your gold makes you a bandit. To steal from a live man makes you a thief, to take from a corpse makes you a scavanger and no self-respecting human Sergeo has ever met would want to be branded with the title of Scavenger.
"Grrr....you have some nerve you little punk! Insulting your betters while being outnumbered like this in the middle of nowhere!? You must have a death wish huh? There is no way anyone could be so stupid otherwise?" Typical grunt response of the kinda crooks who think that they are hot stuff. "Oh I don't need to be very smart to have you figured out. You're just some sad sack who wasn't tough enough to make it into something like a countries army and too lazy or stupid to do a job that requires skill so you figured you could live the easy life taking the gold from people who actually earned it. Gods...and if you're the leader of these knuckle-draggers...well you would get eaten alive by actual bandits that live in Illa. At least there the harsh conditions made us real bandits tough, clever and resourceful, something I don't think any of you chumps are familiar with." It seemed like the leader caught the last bit that Sergeo willing let slip. "What do you know about being a bandit punk! No bandit I've seen has ever welded a book before!" the bandit leader said getting more and more furious. "What do I know? I lived and breathed the bandit life in Ilia since before I could talk. I was raised in hardship and ended the life of weaker men before I hit puberty. Your education was in books, mine was in blood and gold. Such is the way of life for anyone who deserve the right to truly be called bandits, unlike you cowardly scavenging worms. I am the next heir to the greatest gang of bandits in all of Elibe! The son of the Silver Demon of the north! I AM SERGEO! Prince of the Ilias Wryms!"
First their was silence after Sergeo's little speech, then just noises of general confusion between all the bandits as all of them wanted to know what the hell Sergeo was talking about. "Ilias Wryms? Even if that is a real gang, that name means nothing here boy." just as he suspected, the bandits knew nothing of Sergeo's family. What had happen to the family between those seven years in the mages college? Where had they gone? "So you know nothing then...damn. Your less than nothing to me then. We're done here. Sergeo turned his back to the confused bandit and just casually walked back the way he came. Slighted for the last time, the search party leader let out a loud roar that might have scared lesser men and chucked his big iron ax in Sergeo's direction in sheer rage. Of course the big dope wasn't swinging a hand ax and even as strong as the bandit appeared to be, the iron ax fell pitifully short. ".......Grrrrr! DON"T JUST STAND THERE! AFTER HIM!" Hook, line and sinker. The bandit party was now hot on his tale and Sergeo went running back towards the town square to the rest of the team was waiting. What Sergeo wasn't expecting was to run into a certain hot headed orange knight to be right around the corner and ran smack into the tin can. "Ooff!" he grunted as his butt hit the ground. "What the hell are you here tin can!? Why aren't you...nevermind why just get follow me."
((Rambled a bit too much with this one I think))
Eventually Sergeo had made to the edge of town, more winded then he had hoped, and just as Saya's orange companion had said, a search party had come to see what the disturbance was. Six burly looking bandits, each one carrying a big broad headed iron axe, looked back at Sergeo as a similar scary grin grew across all their faces. "Well look at we have here lads." one bandit who was adorn in grey wolf pelts and had his face painted with red streaks across his cheeks spoke up in a cocky tone. "Looks like we found the source of the noise. A ratty little leftover of this village hahaha! Hey tell ya what " The head bandit laughed, but Sergeo was unshaken To him this was very common procedure for bandits. Scare them and see if they drop there wallets. It was predictable and Sergeo wasn't going to play this game. "Heh...is that really your best line?" The mountain men were admittedly taken aback a bit by the mage's equally cocky response. "Eh!?" "I said is that the scariest you can be? No swinging of your weapons, no flair, no oomph to your command? Really now, if that is the best you so called bandits have, then the standards for being a bandit here in the south must be pathetically low In fact, to call you all bandits would be a disgrace to actual bandits. I doubt any of you actually killed a single man for that gear your using" All of the bandits went from wicked smiles to furious scowls by having their skills being spat upon. When you were born into a gang of bandits you learn pretty quickly that the greatest form of power is not money, not power, not even fear, but respect. The difference between a bandit, a thief, and a scavanger are slight, but all governed by skill and respect. To kill a live man for your gold makes you a bandit. To steal from a live man makes you a thief, to take from a corpse makes you a scavanger and no self-respecting human Sergeo has ever met would want to be branded with the title of Scavenger.
"Grrr....you have some nerve you little punk! Insulting your betters while being outnumbered like this in the middle of nowhere!? You must have a death wish huh? There is no way anyone could be so stupid otherwise?" Typical grunt response of the kinda crooks who think that they are hot stuff. "Oh I don't need to be very smart to have you figured out. You're just some sad sack who wasn't tough enough to make it into something like a countries army and too lazy or stupid to do a job that requires skill so you figured you could live the easy life taking the gold from people who actually earned it. Gods...and if you're the leader of these knuckle-draggers...well you would get eaten alive by actual bandits that live in Illa. At least there the harsh conditions made us real bandits tough, clever and resourceful, something I don't think any of you chumps are familiar with." It seemed like the leader caught the last bit that Sergeo willing let slip. "What do you know about being a bandit punk! No bandit I've seen has ever welded a book before!" the bandit leader said getting more and more furious. "What do I know? I lived and breathed the bandit life in Ilia since before I could talk. I was raised in hardship and ended the life of weaker men before I hit puberty. Your education was in books, mine was in blood and gold. Such is the way of life for anyone who deserve the right to truly be called bandits, unlike you cowardly scavenging worms. I am the next heir to the greatest gang of bandits in all of Elibe! The son of the Silver Demon of the north! I AM SERGEO! Prince of the Ilias Wryms!"
First their was silence after Sergeo's little speech, then just noises of general confusion between all the bandits as all of them wanted to know what the hell Sergeo was talking about. "Ilias Wryms? Even if that is a real gang, that name means nothing here boy." just as he suspected, the bandits knew nothing of Sergeo's family. What had happen to the family between those seven years in the mages college? Where had they gone? "So you know nothing then...damn. Your less than nothing to me then. We're done here. Sergeo turned his back to the confused bandit and just casually walked back the way he came. Slighted for the last time, the search party leader let out a loud roar that might have scared lesser men and chucked his big iron ax in Sergeo's direction in sheer rage. Of course the big dope wasn't swinging a hand ax and even as strong as the bandit appeared to be, the iron ax fell pitifully short. ".......Grrrrr! DON"T JUST STAND THERE! AFTER HIM!" Hook, line and sinker. The bandit party was now hot on his tale and Sergeo went running back towards the town square to the rest of the team was waiting. What Sergeo wasn't expecting was to run into a certain hot headed orange knight to be right around the corner and ran smack into the tin can. "Ooff!" he grunted as his butt hit the ground. "What the hell are you here tin can!? Why aren't you...nevermind why just get follow me."
((Rambled a bit too much with this one I think))