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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 9:21:31 GMT -6
Venford steadily made his way down the stairs of the inn, holding a hand to his mouth as he yawned. It was early, very early, but the mercenary was used to such mornings. Often times even if it wasn't required, it was best to wake up early for a job. Make sure your wits were about you and you were fully prepared for whatever was to come. Considering what this job would entail, Venford most certainly would require that.
He gazed around and saw that, aside from the owner and one staff, the main hall of the inn was actually empty. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. "Ah, it's the perfect time to go for a ride with Prince." Venford thought, knowing full well he wouldn't have that luxury yet. He'd definitely need to check up on the griffin soon, have him stretch his wings and eat a good breakfast, but he figured he had some time.
Venford pulled out a chair and sat at a table, stifling yet another yawn. He had brought the mage he met the night before to this inn, so he intended to wait for him before meeting with Quineve and her employer...or travelling companion. Venford really couldn't recall which category she fell into. Either way it didn't really matter.
There was also the hunter from that same night. Hugo. Venford wasn't really sure if the older man would show up at all. He had expressed some interest in the wares of the merchant but he didn't seem too keen on taking the job, so Ven wasn't planning on holding his breath for the man.
For the time being, however, the redhead just gazed out the window, smiling a bit at the sunrise.
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Quineve
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Post by Quineve on May 1, 2016 19:06:33 GMT -6
Quineve woke up early as well. She felt the gentle heat of the sun shining through the open window. The sunlight reached up to her eyes waking her. She slowly switched position to move her head always from the morning light and after a short while, she decided to simply go to a sitting position. She yawned while stretching her arms with her eyes closed. As she opened them, she squinted to look at the window. It was very early, the sun was up but now by much. The pink hair lady stood up with the covers warped around her as she made her way toward that window and looked outside. Today, she would be going back on the road after a much needed rest. She stood there for a moment enjoying the morning breeze before going back tot he bed to remove the cover revealing a naked body.
She took her time to dress up and brush her hair as well. Unfortunately she didn't have the chance to bath yesterday but she didn't really mind. It wasn't like she had to a hundred percent clean, not in those times. Looking at herself in a hand mirror, She turned her head slowly on each side to see if she looked okay. Perfect. Taking up her personal belongings, Quineve took a last glance the room and exited. Who knows when she would have the chance to sleep in a real bed. Most of the time, she would sleep in a tent or inside her merchant friend's caravan when she was on the road. It wasn't much but at least she had a roof.
As she made way into the main room of the inn. She didn't expect anyone else to be awake at such hour but was pleasantly surprise to see Venford sitting at a table. She looked behind her at one of the other door leading to other rooms. The merchant she was traveling with was most likely still sleeping. Oh well, if anything she would wake him up when they would be ready to depart from this little village.
Taking small silent steps, Quineve slowly made her way toward the redhead mercenary. She waited to be right next to him before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Good morning, Venford," she said with her soft voice hoping that she wouldn't startle him. After greeting him, she would sit down next to him and smile. "Did you slept well?"
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Ace Wilzor
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Post by Ace Wilzor on May 1, 2016 22:29:59 GMT -6
"How much longer?" Ace groaned as his steed Troy continued to trot along the path. It had been a long trek going from Ilia to Etruria. Ace's last stop had been three days ago. No inn, no bed, no warmth. Two nights of sleeping on the cold Earth was quite enough for the cavalier. Supplies had become another issue for Ace as he was down to minuscule amounts of food. Luckily he was able to stock up water due to an encounter with a running river a little while back. "Troy?" Ace looked down at his horse, "Don't worry. We should find a town or inn or something soon. I know I heard from the last town that there were merchants about this area. We could use some money and even some company. I feel as if you are getting a little upset with me pal." Ace smiled, but the horse didn't acknowledge Ace and continued to on trekking.
Another cold night on the cold dirt. Ace was not having much luck in Etruria so far. He figured that money could be made easily as Etruria was full of wealth. That is if he found anyone else. The sun was just beginning to rise as Ace packed his belongings and attached his two bags on the sides of Troy's saddle. The cavalier hopped up on Troy and gave a faint whistle. The horse started to move again.
Sun high was fast approaching, but Ace finally gained some luck. He came upon a small town and the first building he spotted was an inn. He brought Troy besides the inn and tied him up as Ace went inside the inn. His red-orange cape dragged behind him as a slight ring rang from a bell attached to the door. Ace looked around and noticed a man with red hair and a beautiful lady with pink hair. Ace slightly shivered as his nerves rose. The cavalier was not too apt at speaking to women. It made him jittery. However, she seemed to originate from some wealth and didn't seem like the fighter type. Maybe Ace could get employed as a bodyguard or something. Either way, Ace was just happy to have found some place to relax.
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Post by Sergeo on May 2, 2016 1:16:39 GMT -6
Sergeo continued to splash his face with some water he had gotten from the night before, trying to wake himself up from his tired stupor. He wasn't yet used to all these early mornings, as college life had made him a little too comfortable with studying late into the night and sleeping till the afternoon, but even he knew that no respectable mercenary would be hired if they had Sergeo's old habits and he was nothing if not diligent. The mage inhaled deeply and washed his face with a dry towel before exiting his room to head out to the main hall of the inn.
Being able to sleep with a roof over his head and in a warm bed was certainly better than camping out among the stars, but Sergeo would have rather stayed at his camp if he had any idea that riding on top of a griffon would be such a...stressful ordeal. Sergeo had no experience with riding any of the flying Pegasus' back home, but if this ride on the griffon was anything to go by, he was glad that none of the family back in Ilia bothered to capture one when ever they ran routed the small pegasus patrols. His heart started to beat faster just at the mere memory of the incident. The speed in the air, the height off the ground, the rough ride that made Sergeo afraid the big bird was going to buck him off, and the shameful memory of having to hold on to Venford a little too much. It was embarrassing to say the least. But such memories would only serve to ruin the mage's day before it even really started and he vigorously shook his head to try and snap himself back to reality.
He walked down the steps and observed the main hall. Of course the owner and some help were present, and the red hair Venford was up early as well taking his spot at a table wait for either Sergeo to show up or the help to bring him his breakfast. With him was the other companion that Venford had mentioned would be joining them on this caravan trip. Quineve I think he said her name was. The girl herself was certainly a sight a behold in Sergeo's mind as she was dressed in similar garbs to the priest and priestesses he saw walking around Delfia, but she would defiantly make some heads turn if she was wearing something a little...stuffy. A slight smile briefly formed on Sergeo's face before he realized what he was doing and recomposed himself as subtlety as he could.
Other than that the only other person of note was a young man cover head to toe in blue that had just walked into the inn. He looked like a wanderer much like Sergeo except with a slightly better looking set of clothing and some thin armor underneath his coat. Ignoring the young man, Sergeo took a seat at the table with Venford and Quineve, only giving a slightly tired "Morning." as he sat down in his seat. "So the day is finally here." he said with slightly more enthusiasm as he cracked each individual finger on his hands to loosen them up. Each one made a slightly louder pop than the last.
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Aithem
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Post by Aithem on May 4, 2016 14:39:46 GMT -6
Aithem travelled jauntily on foot, toward what he hoped was a slightly kinder settlement than the one he had recently departed. Though his shoulders slumped and bags hung from his eyes, they were still alight with wonder and amazement from the night before. As a gentleman of Sacaean descent, he had left the country of his birth to garner a greater experience and appreciation of the world, in contrast to what he viewed as a narrow minded outlook of your typical Sacaean. So it was that he had garnered experience indeed. He had spent a few days travelling up from the border that divided Sacae from Etruria, and though he had only spent a short time in the country, he had already tasted the overt prejudice and disdain some Etrurians held for his people. As a result, he was forced to forego the opportunity to sleep in a bed at the border crossing's inn, deeming it an unsafe environment, given the looks and unkind remarks he had recieved at the town in question. Such was the reason he was forced to sleep again, whilst travelling. This was not unusual for Sacaean born and raised sleeping oitdoors. But as night fell, the young mage had been swept away by the foreign sights and sounds, and found himself unable to sleep. So he packed up the things he had laid out for the night, and travelled until dawn.
Before he knew it, morning had broken over the landscape once again, and he was on the outskirts of a new town. Excited to discover more about the way Etrurians behaved, he dragged his feet along the grassy earth, heading directly for it. When he reached the border of the town itself, he considered again as he had before, the idea of removing the brightly coloured traditional garbs that hung from his shoulders. Though he knew it would likely spare him some of the odd looks he was quickly growing accustomed too, he concluded that to do so, would only water down the experience.
He continued to drag his aching body toward the centre of the town. He practically crawled at a snail's pace, looking this way and that, taking in all the aesthetics that the town had to offer, which he found, none too different from the town he had departed from days before. Soon, he had had his fill of the sights, and thought to sample what the locals had to offer him, in terms of social interaction. He had learned, that an excellent place to do just that, was at a "local tavern" as they sometimes called it. He sought out the building and made a belign for it.
When he arrived, he thought to compose himself slightly before entering the establishment. He raised his hands, and rubbed his bloodshot eyes hoping that if he messaged them a little, it might desguise a bit of his exhaustiom from whomever laid within. Rolled his shoulders, he straitened his overcoat, and without further adieu, threw open the door with great enthusiasm.
He nearly collided with the back of a blonde gentlemen standing just inside the doorway. He drew up short at the unexpected sight, and stood motionless for a moment. The man must have been deep in thought, because he did not apoear to be in the process of moving, so Aithem peered carefully around Him. At the inn's inhabitants consisted of two employees standing at the ready, and a collection of strangers sitting together at a table. The two young men looked rather different from one another, one with red hair and who was reasonably well kept, the other, as blonde as the man who stood in his way, and who looked somewhat rough around the edges. Also he noticed there was a woman, who possessed an odd flesh toned colour hair, and who was rather well dressed. Unabashed, he danced out from behind the man standing in the doorway, and crossed the establishment to seat himself across from the little group.
He briefly considered prospect that this erratic behavior might perhaps have been due to lack of sleep. It alsp occured to him thay it may not have been inadvisable, and might verywell startle the poor souls. Nevertheless, he dismissed the notion, reasoning that most of the Etrurians he had.met thus far had been hardwaring enough to sling derogatory terms at him, and greeted them on whole.
"Greetings." he said and flashed a smile, and hoped silently to himself that none of the assumed he was about to try and sell them something.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2016 17:52:15 GMT -6
When it came to Venford, quiet mornings never stayed that way for long. It was more of a question whether he'd be the one to shake things up or if someone else would do it first.
The first one awake, or at least the first one to meet him in the inn, was none other than the lovely Quineve. Had he not turned his head from the window she'd have caught him unawares with how quiet she had been. Still he smiled when he saw her, happy to have some company. "Good morning Quinny." He said, a little bit louder than Quineve, "And I slept quite well. It's been a few days since I slept indoors."
And just like that, life began to spring about throughout the inn. Firstly a man entered the inn, an intriguing looking man. He was blonde and, beneath his coat, armour was visible on his person. A warrior of some sort, likely looking for a job unless he's had one hell of a long night. Had Venford been alone, or had it been earlier, he'd have gave the man a loud greeting. "Hello there!" Well, he still did anyway, but he at least thought about it first.
The man seemed to stick to the doorway at first, taking in his surroundings or...something, but Venford's attention didn't linger with him: for his mage friend Sergeo had awoken. He didn't seem to have the same "morning person composure" that Venford certainly did and Quineve had as well, his voice a bit groggy as he spoke, but he steadily awoke after cracking his knuckles. "Aye, this be the day. Not that it was a long wait or anything, but it'll be nice to get this over with and get paid."
Normally Venford wasn't so cut and dry. He preferred to enjoy every aspect of his missions. This one was different, though. Too close to that same crossing he'd made before, with Loreley and the others. He only prayed they wouldn't come across any monsters. No undead wolves, no undead bears. No...whatever that thing that led them was.
Venford snapped from his thoughts as another man made his way to the table. He didn't exactly see where he had come from, but he was a total stranger to Venford. Despite this he sat down as if he was a member of the group and flashed the trio a smile. Venford didn't really know what to say but, given that he'd done the same many times in the past, he couldn't really fault the man.
"Er, greetings!" Venford replied quickly, his chipper attitude seemingly too powerful to be diminished so easily. How to strike up a conversation with such a total stranger, at an inn, at dawn. Well, there was always the mission. Perhaps the merchant hired him as well? "Names Venford, Venford Aelfgar, but you can call me Ven if you want. Are you here for the job, friend?"
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Post by Quineve on May 6, 2016 21:01:51 GMT -6
Quineve was quite happy to learn that Venford said that he had a good night of sleep. It was good seeing that today would be the day that they would got south with her merchant friend and hopefully, without any trouble. It was nice to see that he seemed very for whatever they might cross upon. But his warning of undeads and other creatures did make her somewhat uneasy. She never encountered anything like that and didn't really want to meet them. But Venford did told her that he knew the area pretty well, much better than herself or the merchant she is traveling with. Speaking of which, she saw him going out of the room he slept in and went toward the small group of people around the table.
The pot belly merchant then stopped midway and decided to go get something to drink form the bar a little away from them. Quineve wasn't sure why he seemed to have avoided her but it didn't matter. If he didn't want people traveling with him, maybe by fear that it might cost him way too much gold for bodyguards. He didn't know that it would be the lady that would pay for any mercenaries that would ensure safety for the trip south. She did waved at him but he most likely didn't even saw the gesture.
And then someone joined her table. She took a moment to scan the newcomer and then bowed a little at him. "Good morning, sir." She greeted him with a smile. The sound of his knuckle's cracking wasn't a pleasant sound however. Maybe only for her though. But she didn't took time to mention it. He was going to run out of knuckles to crack soon enough. She did her best to not show it on her face that she didn't particularly enjoy that sound but if he looked careful, he might be able to see that she closed her eyes for a moment after he began cracking those knuckles.
"I'm guessing that you two knows each others?" She then asked with curiosity. It also seemed that he knew about what and where they were going to go today. More company would be welcomed in any case. "Oh, sorry, where's my manners." She then quickly said. "My name is Quineve," she presented herself. "Of House Tydeus Girviat, from Aquleia." The pink hair lady was pretty sure that they knew nothing about the house she comes from but she still felt that she should mention it. "May I inquire your name, sir?"
After asking that question, Quineve saw another man coming toward them and even took a seat. She wasn't sure what would be the right thing to do here. But he did greeted them but still wasn't sure what he wanted. Unless he just like saying hi to strangers. Somehow, she finally decided to give him the chance to present himself. "Good day, sir." She said with a smile. "How may we help you?"
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Ace Wilzor
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Post by Ace Wilzor on May 6, 2016 22:25:17 GMT -6
Ace felt a presence brisk pass him through the doorway. It was a man all to eager to get in the tavern. Ace let him pass by and watched him go to the group sitting around the table. Ace wasn't sure if he should go up to the group too, but the man with pink-red hair said quite cheerfully, "Hello there!" The cavalier turned to the man, walked over to him, and smiled..
"Why hello sir! What is the reason for this gathering?" Ace gave a quick look to the others. The people in this group didn't seem like normal townspeople or close friends. They seemed to have just begun meeting each other. Some had a rough edge to them that made them seem like fighters. Ace was getting more curious by the second and he wasn't sure what his plan was anyways. "Do you happen to know of any employers offering jobs around here. Mercenary work to be more specific? I've been traveling for quite a while and am in need of quick gold." Ace didn't like the idea of sharing his story with a stranger since the cavalier learned that being trusting of everyone doesn't always produce the best results. However, Ace was getting desperate and he knew his horse would deny him further travel if it didn't get enough food to satisfy.
"My name is Ace Wilzor of Ostia by the way. What happens to be yours?" Ace finally decided that he might as well try to be polite towards these strangers. They haven't caused any harm yet.
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Post by Sergeo on May 7, 2016 1:06:59 GMT -6
Sergeo nodded in agreement when Venford mentioned the part about being payed for the job. "Yeah. After this is all said and done, I see if I can buy me some new duds. Something with more pockets and thicker layers." he said to the chipper griffon rider, suppressing a yawn that was trying to work its way out.
His attention was then drawn by the cleric girl introducing himself to the wandering mage as he was in the middle of mid knuckle cracking with each loud pop causing the girl to wince and shut her eyes. It was obvious that the cleric didn't find the noise as therapeutic as Sergeo did which was a shame. Maybe he should keep that in mind next time he feels the urge to around the girl...or maybe he should crack his knuckles all at once to get it over with. "You can say that. We just met 2 days ago just on the road. Venford mentioned that he knew someone who was looking for protection on the road and I just so happened to be in the need for work. So things just worked out the both of us." Quineve then introduced herself, full and proper like any lady with class would. Such formalities normally made Sergeo a tad uncomfortable mostly cause Sergeo didn't have such titles to his own name, at least none he could parade around in decent company. "Oh uh...I'm Sergeo. Mighty Mage." he said pulling the title out of his ass. "Can't say that I ever heard of House Tydeus."
The man in blue, who introduced himself as Ace Winzlor, then walked up to the table and started to get all friendly with the trio, hoping to join in on whatever work the trio had planned. Sergeo then got a tad bit nervous, as more people on a job tend to mean a smaller overall take for each member of the job. As if to compound his fear a little further, another man entered the inn with the same kind of cheery and friendly demeanor that Ace just did. For just this once, he hoped that the person who did walked in was here to just sell him something.
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Aithem
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Post by Aithem on May 7, 2016 12:51:34 GMT -6
Yes, these too were glances he was becoming accustomed too. Aithem's gaze floated quickly up and down the length of the table as his smile and greeting were regarded with mild astonishment. His attention lingered on Sergeo momentarily, taking in his embittered expression, before flicking it back up to the red haired man. He had been the first to speak, and had introduced himself as "Venford" and inquired about a job. With the intervention of a well rested and rational mind, the Sacaeaman would have expressed that any sort of job may have obstructed the path to his true destination to the north. Although, still preoccupied with the excitement of the last nights endeavour and dancing upon the border of exhaustion, Aithem was hungry for more, and the notion surprisingly never occurred to him. Deciding that his true objective was to garner experience and not necessarily to arrive in any specific location or settlement to do so, he replied to Venford's inquiry;
"That depends on where you're going, friend!" the excitement in his tone palpable, and very nearly overpowering his ability to speak. He thrust his left hand over the table toward Venford, hoping to initiate a handshake.
It was then that he noticed that the girl with the lightish-red hair had begun to speak, and acknowledged her appropriately. He fixed her with a discerning gaze, listening intently as she asked how their group might have been of assistance. This was a pleasant surprise for Aithem. Not only was he expecting to be rebuked and affronted in the manner of which he had been in the previous town he had visited, but the outright kindness and the general receptiveness of the group, was uncharacteristic of the profile of Etrurians he had thus far assembled. Perhaps they only behaved with such prejudice nearer to the border, where they could be exposed to both the good, and the bad of the Sacaean plainsmen. Aithem hoped that this was the case. Nevertheless, he was all too happy to explain himself to the young woman.
"I," he began, feeling it best to introduce himself. "am Aithem, former resident mage of the Sacaean clan Lly'onbardas." He paused, satisfied with his introduction, and ploughed ever onward.
"I am in search of two things." he continued. "Adventure-" he said, enunciating the word. "-and directions to the nearest Etrurian port." He paused again, mulling over what he had just said in his mind. "You wouldn't happen to have either of those would you?" he asked, lowering his voice to a slightly softer tone, registering that his dynamic enthusiasm might prove a bit overpowering, and could easily be as likely to inspire confidence, as to the opposite.
His attention shifted between Venford and the young woman, noticing for the first time the blonde man he had nearly collided with had begun to speak to the red haired youth. It appeared that the tall gentleman's question was vaguely similar to his own, and he waited eagerly for one of them too provide an answer in his favour.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 19:05:07 GMT -6
Ah! So much energy and excitement for the morning! Venford was smiling the whole time, perfectly happy to become the glue needed to keep this talkative group together. First off Quineve introduced herself to Sergeo, polite and soft voiced as ever. She asked if he and the mage knew each other, to which Venford was happy to clear up. "Indeed! I actually met him yesterday, a few hours before I met you. He was hungry and in need of work, so I flew him here with Prince."
Sergeo mentioned wanting to pick up a some new clothes with the money, as well. Made sense, really. Venford was hoping to purchase some armour after this work. He'd been in dire need of new armour since his trip to Vinland.
Venford was sitting completely upright now, too into the moment to really relax back into his chair. The blonde haired man in the doorway made his way over, likely enticed in some way by Venford's greeting. Good! That had been the whole point, to make the stranger feel welcome! Not that it was Venford's inn or anything, just...it was an impulse, he supposed. The man introduced himself as Ace Wilzor from...Ostia?! Ah, poor man. Venford had, well, seen a bit of what was left of Ostia.
No point to focus on the negatives, though. If Ace didn't seem down about it then why should Venford? "Well met Ace! And this gathering is...rather impromptu, really. You and this Aithem fellow are unaccounted guests, but certainly welcome!" Venford cleared his throat, sharing this upcoming explanation with both Ace and the man named Aithem. "This lovely lady, the young mage, and myself were gathering before heading out on an escort mission. We are to escort a merchant across the Etrurian border into Lycia. A rather...perilous journey, these days, but I know the safe routes from experience." He also knew the not-so safe routes, which might be even more important.
Venford smirked, at Aithem. "That enough adventure for you? I er, suppose it couldn't hurt to have two more people join in. I doubt the merchant'll mind either." Of course, this did mean less money for everyone involved, but Quineve was a friend and not a mercenary. It was just a four-way split...five if Hugo showed up, but as time passed it seemed more and more likely that the hunter had moved on. Fair enough, Venford really couldn't fault him.
"I'll also introduce myself again, just so uh, everyone actually knows." Venford said, taking Aithem's hand and shaking it. "My name is Venford Aelfgar. Well met Aithem!"
What a lively group, and it came together in such short notice!
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Post by Quineve on May 7, 2016 23:09:20 GMT -6
"It is nice to meet you all." Quineve said while laughing softly. She certainly did not expect to meet so much people around the table. But it wasn't a bad thing per say and from the look of it, all of them were looking for gold and well, adventure as well. While she did not really thought of needing so much mercenaries with her to cross the border, more might be wiser than not enough. She did however had to consider how much it was going to cost her in the end. She cared little about gold though. If anything, she knew that she could always go back home and retire from adventuring when she runs out of gold to spend or place to visit. Beside, the merchant might pay for a part of the cost of having those men with them. Seeing that they weren't all here when she introduced herself, she decided to to do again.
"I'm Quineve, Quineve Tydeus Girviat from Aquleia." And she bowed to all of them with a smile. She then sat very straight and listened to the men presenting themselves. The first one to do so was Ace Wilzor. He was pretty upfront that he was in need of some easy gold but that was okay, a lot of people were after that as well. He also said that he traveled a lot of it must mean that he do know the area better than she did. But then, everyone knew more about this place than she did! "We are indeed going to cross the border." She quickly said after Venford. "If you are willing, I would love to have you beside us." She said I not knowing if everyone felt the same way. She did hope that everyone was on the same page though. "I can pay you if you choose to come with us."
One of the other men to tell his name was Sergeo, the self claimed Mighty Mage. Quineve was pretty sure that it wasn't his real title but it was okay, she did laugh a bit from hearing it. But at least he did say that he was a mage and magic was always good to have on one's side. Unless he wasn't a mage at all but she did trust his words, she had no reasons not to. "I am guessing that you are also looking for some gold?" She already knew the answer to that question but she did ask it anyway. After all, he did mention that he wanted to buy new clothes after this was over. And by this, he surely meant the crossing.
The last one introducing himself was Aithem. She wasn't sure how to pronounce his clan name though so she just nodded upon hearing it. He too was a mage, always good to have around. "I am not very familiar about where the nearest port is." She said while looking at the table. "On the other hand, I can tell you that you might be pleased if you are looking for adventure." Truth to be told, she wasn't going to call this escorting a grand adventure but it will be something for sure. "I can even pay you as well if you are looking for that too."
After saying all this, she saw the merchant stand up and walk toward them. "Good morning!" He shouted to them all. He also smelled of alcohol but didn't seem to mind it at all. "The name is Duncan, just Duncan." And he lifted his small hat upon saying his name. "I'm going to wait in my caravan, just across the street. Feel free to join me when you are ready." And then he bowed to Quineve, or everyone else on at the table before exiting the inn.
Quineve also bowed back at Duncan. "The caravan will be packed for sure but there should be enough place for us all to sit in." She knew that Venford will most likely ride Prince but she wasn't sure about the others. "I am not sure on how much time it takes to go to the border but I am willing to pay the right price for safety." She didn't exactly said how much she would pay them. To be honest, she never hired that much mercenaries before. It would be something new but the more the merrier, right? "Do anyone need something before we depart?" She then asked with a smile. They could take the time they needed, she didn't mind and Duncan surely wouldn't neither.
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Ace Wilzor
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Post by Ace Wilzor on May 8, 2016 9:49:49 GMT -6
Ace began to almost swirl when everyone begun speaking. The cavalier learned that the intended mission was an escort mission of a merchant from here to Lycia. Well at least I could return home to Lycia after being away for so long. Ace held his chin with his right hand as he crossed his left arm for support. He continued to think for a little while longer, but he then tuned in to the man Aithem's story. He seemed to be a man with an adventurous spirit and a man from Sacae, which is intriguing enough. Ace turned to the mage named Sergeo and begun to wonder how all theses different people happened to be in an inn at the same time.
"Well met everyone. As previously stated to Venford, my name is Ace Wilzor of Ostia. I am a man in search for a task that can pay and provide me some company for a bit. I know you all are on an escort mission and I would be glad to join in service!" Ace grinned when he finished speaking and nodded his head in acknowledgment. The the actual merchant that needed escorting came over and said that he would be awaiting his escorts at the caravan. With a decently sized group the caravan would be a little uncomfortable, but luckily Ace had Troy to ride upon. "I will be riding my horse alongside the caravan. Speaking of which, Troy was getting quite hungry before we arrived here. Excuse my leave."
Ace walked over to the innkeeper and asked if he happened to have any apples on sale. Lucky for Ace, the innkeeper received a portion of a recent harvest and had some apples on hand. He pulled them up from under the wooden desk and offered a low price. Ace gave what little gold he had left and received the apples in turn. He then turned and started to head for the door, but stopped beside his new acquaintances, "I will be awaiting you all outside. My horse is held up next to the inn and I will be outside feeding him these apples, so he may be prepared for the journey."
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Sergeo
Mage
"Loyalty above all else."
Posts: 45
Profession: Mage for hire
Affinity: Anima
Profile: Sergeo
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Post by Sergeo on May 14, 2016 23:56:37 GMT -6
Sergeo just sat and listened as everyone gathered around and introduced themselves and were swiftly hired on to the job. Again Sergeo had his trepidation about more than just him, Venford, and the cleric Qunieve being signed to protect the caravan, as back home in Ilia most jobs like this often had a bigger general payout for the guards of the caravan the less of them there were and in his mind he doubt the merchant had planned on Sergeo tagging along with the caravan, much less expecting Ace and Aithem suddenly joining on as well. The newcomers combined with waking up so early in the morning started to give Sergeo a headache
Soon after all the caravan guards introduced themselves with Sergeo only saying "Heya. I'm Sergeo." and following it up a mildly enthusiastic wave, the merchant finally appeared. The man named Duncan seemed like your typical happy soul with a smile on his face and a small hat on his head to accent a child-like naivete. A child-like naivete that smelled of cheap alcohol and didn't seem to noticed that everyone else seemed to notice the stench. Waiting till the jolly old soul was out of earshot Sergeo looked at Qunieve "Qunieve...is Duncan fellow know to drink heavily?" before Qunieve could finish her response Sergeo felt his bladder tighten, signalling that it was time to "drain the lizard." Sergeo excused himself from the table. "I'll meet you all by the cart as soon I take care of my business." trying not to outright say he was going to the bathroom.
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Aithem
Mage
Posts: 11
Profession: Scholar/Swashbuckler
Affinity: Fire
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Post by Aithem on May 15, 2016 12:22:13 GMT -6
The mere mention of peril was enough to solidify Aithem's interest in the venture. He could scarcely imagine what sort of peril's Venford was referring too, and his imagination took off. In an instant, his mind conjured everything from fire breathing dragons, too unexplainable horrors of the night. Excitement practically seeped from him almost as quickly as the last vestiges of his energy. He also considered the prospect of bandits, but he didn't really consider them what you might call "perilous" company." What's more, is that Venford seemed to word his explanation as not only an offer, but a challenge as well. As a resident of the plains, there were with magical talent few to parallel him. Thus it was not often Aithem was presented an opportunity to relish in a challenge. Calling on the last of his reserves to sustain him for the day, he broadened his smile and replied jovially to the redheaded youth's description.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." he said.
Venford reintroduced himself, earning him an appreciative nod as the two shook hands. He retracted his hand from the union and rested his elbow on the table, turning now to listen too Quineve. She confirmed her willingness to have him and the other man along, and he clenched a fist victoriously, and as a display of solidarity. It was true, they were going in the opposite direction he had desired, but he dismissed it as an unimportant detail. She mentioned payment then, and Aithem unclenched his hand. Sacaean's dealt mostly in the trade of goods, not coin, so he waved her comment off as of little importance to him.
"Apart from any sustaining sum, you can pay me in experience, friend!"
Whereas most of his people might have found the Etrurian's upright disposition unappealing, Aithem found the girls formal demeanour most curious. Despite the relaxed air of the gathering, she maintained a modest attitude and spoke with a quiet confidence. This was not the sort of confidence Aithem was accustomed too, and he found himself wondering what caused her to behave so. Just as the thought crossed his mind however, he noticed Quineve's gaze waver from the group. Her posture shifted slightly and Aithem slung an arm over the back of his chair, eager to find out what had captured the girls attention.
What he was met with was the undeniable scent of indulgence, as a rather rotund man with a small hat approached the table. The man was dressed in the recognizably well-to-do manner similar to what Quineve wore. He shouted a greeting to them, despite his close proximity. Aithem chose to responde with a mild wave of the hand, as opposed to vocally, as the man appeared to have something he wanted to say. This turned out to be the case, as the man went on to introduce himself as Duncan as he swept the tiny hat from his head. He followed up immediately by saying he would wait in his caravan, and displaying his eagerness to be departing soon. After his small speech, bowed to each of them each in turn, and exited the inn. Aithem assumed that this was the merchant. He seemed like a nice enough fellow. After all, he too neglected to launch discerning glares at him immediately upon recognizing his ancestry.
Afterward, Quineve continued, expressing her concerns in regards to room within the caravan itself. This was the first discrepancy that Aithem actually found himself concerned with. While he had expected to walk all the way to their destination, if an alternative mode of transportation was available, he was keen to take advantage of it. Thus, he concluded that he had best arrive at the caravan before all the seats were snapped up, just in case. The man who had introduced himself as Ace Wilzor stood up from the table, and announced that he would be travelling upon the back of his mount, which suited Aithem just fine, as it meant one less person to compete with for decent seating. He shifted posture in his seat, hoping to gauge the young Sergeo's response. However, much to his surprise, Sergeo by this time, had disappeared without Aithem having noticed. He leaned to one side, scanning the tavern, but was unable to locate him. Concerned for the assurance of good seating, he stood up from the table, and acknowledged Quineve's final question.
"That will be all from me." he said.
He then glanced between Venford, who had yet to rise from his seat and the young lady herself. He glanced upward and weighed the value of bustling rudely out of the tavern toward the caravan, or solidifying his already good impression on the two, and travelling together. He maintained too himself that he could probably find a way to do both, and continued, looking to Quineve.
"Would you like the two of us to see you to the caravan?" he ventured, volunteering Venford too on a whim. The moment after, he considered perhaps that this was unwise. However, he was almost positive that the robust youth would leap upon the opportunity. He was rather energetic himself, and seemed to have somewhat of an affinity for the girl.
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