A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.
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"Here I found this " said Ra'ive as he handed her the ledger but he kept the letter concealed in his cloak.
"Now do you mind telling me where this 'hunch' you were investigating originated from?" he continued as he took a large puff from his pipe letting the smoke spew from the eye holes in his mask, he'd be damned if he gave up the upper hand to someone that didn't even trust him.
"Now do you mind telling me where this 'hunch' you were investigating originated from?" he continued as he took a large puff from his pipe letting the smoke spew from the eye holes in his mask, he'd be damned if he gave up the upper hand to someone that didn't even trust him.
Gah, sneaky bastard! XP
In exchange for giving her the ledger, which she flipped through, she told him the truth: "There was a letter on the body of the scout when he died. It gave details on a meeting that was to be held in that building, involving the gryphon eggs. I don't know where the scout had his contacts in Herelden--that's what worries me. I want to return to the city as quickly as possible come morning."
With that, she sighed and stood. "I think I'll retire, then. Let's allow Vik'nar to rest."
Ra'ive smiled behind his mask, 'thats more like it' he thought.
"Ellondra?" he said once he had acompanied her out of the door.
Ra'ie reached into his cloak, produced the letter and offered it towards her "I found this aswell, it seems I can trust you afterall."
"I shall see you in the morning" he said as he exited the inn and made his way to Ai'dral's for a late night session of 'healing', happily puffing away at his pipe as he walked.
"Ellondra?" he said once he had acompanied her out of the door.
Ra'ie reached into his cloak, produced the letter and offered it towards her "I found this aswell, it seems I can trust you afterall."
"I shall see you in the morning" he said as he exited the inn and made his way to Ai'dral's for a late night session of 'healing', happily puffing away at his pipe as he walked.
Trust is a two way street 
anyways thats it from me for the night
anyways thats it from me for the night
Ellondra folded the letter and slipped it into a pocket, lingering in the doorway to her room while Ra'ive slipped out to wherever it was he planned on spending the night. Possibly a ditch or something. She didn't much concern herself about it.
Once he'd left she went back downstairs to the main room of the tavern.
The Professional and the Black Knight could handle each other without her, she had no doubts about that; they would excellently maim themselves on the others' sword and she'd be rid of two major inconveniences in a single night. Sadly, she thought that as Sergeant and unofficial leader of this band of adventurers, she ought to be slightly more responsible than that. Her falchion whipped out of its sheath and was in her hand from the moment she stepped off the last stair and rushed forward into the heart of the fray. Warees had begun an insane assault--Skaar was about to retaliate. Her hands gripped the edge of a table and flipped it over into his path. He'd avoid it, so her foot hooked in the legs of a chair and slung it in between his feet to bring him down to the floor. Defensive use of her sword would keep the large man's from slicing her in half on the way down.
"That's enough! Skaar--not another movement from you. It's on to three o'clock in the morning, with the sun just behind it. We've sought direction--what have you done? Gotten into a bloody bar fight! You said you wanted redemption? You should be ashamed of your own morals."
And without putting away her weapon she turned to face the Professional.
"Warees. It's been a long time."
Once he'd left she went back downstairs to the main room of the tavern.
The Professional and the Black Knight could handle each other without her, she had no doubts about that; they would excellently maim themselves on the others' sword and she'd be rid of two major inconveniences in a single night. Sadly, she thought that as Sergeant and unofficial leader of this band of adventurers, she ought to be slightly more responsible than that. Her falchion whipped out of its sheath and was in her hand from the moment she stepped off the last stair and rushed forward into the heart of the fray. Warees had begun an insane assault--Skaar was about to retaliate. Her hands gripped the edge of a table and flipped it over into his path. He'd avoid it, so her foot hooked in the legs of a chair and slung it in between his feet to bring him down to the floor. Defensive use of her sword would keep the large man's from slicing her in half on the way down.
"That's enough! Skaar--not another movement from you. It's on to three o'clock in the morning, with the sun just behind it. We've sought direction--what have you done? Gotten into a bloody bar fight! You said you wanted redemption? You should be ashamed of your own morals."
And without putting away her weapon she turned to face the Professional.
"Warees. It's been a long time."
Just movin' it along.
Warees hit the ground with a sudden and loud *thud*, smashing into the floorboards while at full momentum. He was unaware of how or why he was on the floor, but he didn't care at the moment, getting back up was his primary concern. Stopping him, however, was a woman currently hovering above him, with a blade in her hand, and somehow gifted the knowledge of his real name.
He hadn't been called Warees in years, so this woman was either a friend or someone who he had managed to anger greatly in the past.
It was likely the latter, knowing him.
"Why, hello there princess!" Warees shouted, not sparing an ounce of sarcasm. "It's so wonderful to see you again! Please tell me, how badly did ya' miss me? I thought da' time without you was fuckin' unbearable, did you?"
After a brief chuckle, the smile faded away and was replaced by a more serious expression "But seriously, I'm not exactly sure I remember who you are. Mind refreshing my memory?"
He hadn't been called Warees in years, so this woman was either a friend or someone who he had managed to anger greatly in the past.
It was likely the latter, knowing him.
"Why, hello there princess!" Warees shouted, not sparing an ounce of sarcasm. "It's so wonderful to see you again! Please tell me, how badly did ya' miss me? I thought da' time without you was fuckin' unbearable, did you?"
After a brief chuckle, the smile faded away and was replaced by a more serious expression "But seriously, I'm not exactly sure I remember who you are. Mind refreshing my memory?"
Skaar scowled, and lowered his blade, absorbing it back into himself through the palm of his hand "Speak not of that which you have no understanding. The runt challenged me... I merely sought to punish him for his transgressions. In death, we are all redeemed" He quoted the platitude of Daug the Miserable, a notoriously dour prophet whose teachings were that of the sins which all mortals were born with, and that in order to redeem themselves in the eyes of the maker, they had to cast aside their mortal trapings and seek absolution. He had been declared a heretic centuries ago, but his teachings now lived on with the Revivalists. "Let me be rid of this pestilence, and we shall be on our way."
Vik'nar starts to come too again. Fuzzy memories of falling, sweet smelling hair, shouting and then some calloused and practiced hands binding his injuries - kind of all mesh together at once. The flood of information is almost enough to send him back into unconsciousness, but he fights through it enough to get a sense of his surroundings.
Uhhh....alright I think I passed out, so where in the hells am I? Everything else feels a little too sore to want to move right now, if it wasn't also tightly wrapped in bandages. So he pivots just his head around.
The room is completely bland and generic, nothing of note to indicate where it could be or who lived there. Although a room that doesn't looked very lived in and shares some resemblance to at least one other he's been in... Looks like the tavern, but I don't think I've been in this room before.
Turning his attention to himself. Huh, I've seemed to have lost most of my clothes... still have pants at least. Bandages wrap a good portion of his upper torso, whatever had been rubbed on the wounds was doing a good job of keeping the pain down to a manageable level. He was starting to feel a little flush again, but couldn't do much to try and change the damp cloth on his forehead.
I don't remember hitting my head, but I should probably try to stay awake for a few hours just to be sure. Vik'nar starts counting the tiles that make up the ceiling above to keep himself from falling asleep.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."
Uhhh....alright I think I passed out, so where in the hells am I? Everything else feels a little too sore to want to move right now, if it wasn't also tightly wrapped in bandages. So he pivots just his head around.
The room is completely bland and generic, nothing of note to indicate where it could be or who lived there. Although a room that doesn't looked very lived in and shares some resemblance to at least one other he's been in... Looks like the tavern, but I don't think I've been in this room before.
Turning his attention to himself. Huh, I've seemed to have lost most of my clothes... still have pants at least. Bandages wrap a good portion of his upper torso, whatever had been rubbed on the wounds was doing a good job of keeping the pain down to a manageable level. He was starting to feel a little flush again, but couldn't do much to try and change the damp cloth on his forehead.
I don't remember hitting my head, but I should probably try to stay awake for a few hours just to be sure. Vik'nar starts counting the tiles that make up the ceiling above to keep himself from falling asleep.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."
She rolled her eyes at the big man on the floor. No point in answering, really.
"Skaar--Blast it, I'm going upstairs to get some sleep and if the Gaudan-damned building falls down around me I absolutely swear I'll have your head."
Ellondra sheathed her falchion, gave a curt nod to The Professional, and went upstairs. After securing her door and window and checking on the state of the hidden Gryphon eggs, she collapsed facefirst into the mattress to wake at a later point, probably not as far away as she'd like.
"Skaar--Blast it, I'm going upstairs to get some sleep and if the Gaudan-damned building falls down around me I absolutely swear I'll have your head."
Ellondra sheathed her falchion, gave a curt nod to The Professional, and went upstairs. After securing her door and window and checking on the state of the hidden Gryphon eggs, she collapsed facefirst into the mattress to wake at a later point, probably not as far away as she'd like.
"thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight" Nope hasn't changed in the last 5 minutes. The past few hours he had counted those same 38 ceiling tiles more times than he cared to remember, but despite a lot of protesting from his body, he was starting to slowly regain movement. Reckoning any risk of a head injury had since past, he lets himself drift off for an hour or two of sleep.
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Arising a few hours later, shortly after dawn. Vik'nar struggles back into a shirt and heads to the kitchen downstairs. He was starving and was going to need some coffee to get him through the day, his stomach overriding his sore and stiff muscles.
He sets to work dicing potatoes, ham, onions, peppers and some of the leftovers from last night for good measure. This all goes into a large skillet with eggs and cheese to brown into some Wurden-Style Hash, just the kind of greasy filling meal he was craving right now.
Last night called for something special when it came to coffee, it was time consuming but it would be worth the effort. After first brewing the coffee it's then filtered again through a bed of vanilla beans spread across cheese cloth. Honey, cinnamon and cream are then mixed in. The key to the whole process is to never let it get cold, harder than it sounds.
The smells slowly loft through the tavern as he attempts to raise Landon and Ellondra, unsure of anyone else's where-abouts, with the promise of breakfast.
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Arising a few hours later, shortly after dawn. Vik'nar struggles back into a shirt and heads to the kitchen downstairs. He was starving and was going to need some coffee to get him through the day, his stomach overriding his sore and stiff muscles.
He sets to work dicing potatoes, ham, onions, peppers and some of the leftovers from last night for good measure. This all goes into a large skillet with eggs and cheese to brown into some Wurden-Style Hash, just the kind of greasy filling meal he was craving right now.
Last night called for something special when it came to coffee, it was time consuming but it would be worth the effort. After first brewing the coffee it's then filtered again through a bed of vanilla beans spread across cheese cloth. Honey, cinnamon and cream are then mixed in. The key to the whole process is to never let it get cold, harder than it sounds.
The smells slowly loft through the tavern as he attempts to raise Landon and Ellondra, unsure of anyone else's where-abouts, with the promise of breakfast.
Dawn had indeed risen and outside was motion in the street, people calling out to one another, horses trotting the dirt and the sound of chatter from the market place gloomed throughout the city like it was a big cave.
A caravan had arrived to Swaere just then, bearing two women, a girl and her mother from Herelden, a dwarf from Mungen and a Drow from Flemworth.
The dwarf went straight into the tavern and sat down, ordering a hearty breakfast meal from the innkeeper.
The drow followed the two women into a blacksmith shop across the street from the tavern, and the bell run a couple of times as the door was opened briskly.
The sun was high in the sky and the heat was almost intoxicating; child after child came running along the street, playing with toys and wooden sticks, pretending to be soldiers in a grand war of their own imagination.
The guards stood idle and enjoyed the sound of youth and the promises of good champions one day, and chatted and smiled as the sun smiled back.
Swaere was looking like it's proper glory, except for one.
There was another passenger in the caravan. One who looked nothing like the ordinary citizens that had arrived with it, and the white hair he bore shone in the bright light, alluminating the street and surroundings.
There was nothing truly frightening about the man, but some traces of tattoos and scars could be seen on his body. His eyes were quiet and he looked dangerous, but somehow at peace.
Truly, the guards snapped to attention as a man like this stepped out of the caravan and they stood by, on alert and just waiting, waiting like they knew he was about to do something stupid.
A caravan had arrived to Swaere just then, bearing two women, a girl and her mother from Herelden, a dwarf from Mungen and a Drow from Flemworth.
The dwarf went straight into the tavern and sat down, ordering a hearty breakfast meal from the innkeeper.
The drow followed the two women into a blacksmith shop across the street from the tavern, and the bell run a couple of times as the door was opened briskly.
The sun was high in the sky and the heat was almost intoxicating; child after child came running along the street, playing with toys and wooden sticks, pretending to be soldiers in a grand war of their own imagination.
The guards stood idle and enjoyed the sound of youth and the promises of good champions one day, and chatted and smiled as the sun smiled back.
Swaere was looking like it's proper glory, except for one.
There was another passenger in the caravan. One who looked nothing like the ordinary citizens that had arrived with it, and the white hair he bore shone in the bright light, alluminating the street and surroundings.
There was nothing truly frightening about the man, but some traces of tattoos and scars could be seen on his body. His eyes were quiet and he looked dangerous, but somehow at peace.
Truly, the guards snapped to attention as a man like this stepped out of the caravan and they stood by, on alert and just waiting, waiting like they knew he was about to do something stupid.
Introducing! dragon_of_red! Give him a round of applouse and a cookie
Landon woke up the next day, refreshed and ready to fight if need be. Though he did need something to eat. He began putting his armor on. Once he was finished, he checked his bag. Once he confirmed that everything was there, he put his bag on his back, picked his shield up and sheathed his sword.
When he left his room, the many scents of the coffee hit him and he saw Vik'nar standing outside of his room.
"Good day to you. Were you able to sleep well?"
When he left his room, the many scents of the coffee hit him and he saw Vik'nar standing outside of his room.
"Good day to you. Were you able to sleep well?"
Warees rose to his feet after the woman walked away, surprised that he hadn't been executed. As he regained his posture, he gave a smug smile towards Skaar; weak chuckles came from his mouth.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but it seems your woman has you on a leash, so I'm afraid this "pestilence" is still going to be around." He muttered, leaning further towards the Half-Bound in an attempt to provoke him further. "Though I suppose me staying alive is a good thing; after all, I've got people to find and aid with a quest or some bullshit along those lines. But before I get to that, more booze!"
Warees darted around past Skaar, sprinting towards the stool that had the entire conflict had started over, and promptly sat down upon it. He grinned widely at his accomplishment, he had gotten the chair without having to kill the poor sap, which was far better than he had hoped it to be.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but it seems your woman has you on a leash, so I'm afraid this "pestilence" is still going to be around." He muttered, leaning further towards the Half-Bound in an attempt to provoke him further. "Though I suppose me staying alive is a good thing; after all, I've got people to find and aid with a quest or some bullshit along those lines. But before I get to that, more booze!"
Warees darted around past Skaar, sprinting towards the stool that had the entire conflict had started over, and promptly sat down upon it. He grinned widely at his accomplishment, he had gotten the chair without having to kill the poor sap, which was far better than he had hoped it to be.
Ellondra stirred from her death-like sleep. Something... she thought, rolling out of bed, smells incredible. She could've gone ahead downstairs like her empty stomach suggested, but her hair was matted against her face with sweat and what was very likely someone's blood. Groaning, she dragged herself into the washroom and bathed, bathed a second time in cleaner water, and sat in front of the mirror reintroducing the curl to her hair. Damned if she was returning to the King's court looking like an urchin.
She wrapped herself in fresh bandages after checking on her self-made sutures, but it wasn't until she was about to put her blouse back on that she realized exactly how much of it was missing. She hadn't thought to pack a spare, and resourceful though she was, making a new one out of the curtains just wasn't practical. She managed to find a woman a few doors down who was willing to part with an article of clothing for a few gold pieces, though.
Dressed, Ellondra came downstairs with her sword at her hip and her armor over her shoulder, looking for signs of... Well, anyone.
She wrapped herself in fresh bandages after checking on her self-made sutures, but it wasn't until she was about to put her blouse back on that she realized exactly how much of it was missing. She hadn't thought to pack a spare, and resourceful though she was, making a new one out of the curtains just wasn't practical. She managed to find a woman a few doors down who was willing to part with an article of clothing for a few gold pieces, though.
Dressed, Ellondra came downstairs with her sword at her hip and her armor over her shoulder, looking for signs of... Well, anyone.
"Good day to you. Were you able to sleep well?"
"Not nearly as long as I would have liked." Should I tell him about last night yet? "There's breakfast and coffee downstairs. No rush though, I think most of the patrons got scared off last night by the scuffle."
Realizing they might need to depart soon or at some haste, Vik'nar headed to the room where he spent the night, before trying to find Ellondra. He uses the wash basin to freshen up, splashing some water on to his face and hair. His fever had lifted, but the water still felt cool and refreshing. He set about trying get his tunic on over his shirt and strapping his equipment back into place. A process which proved to be quite difficult and most time consuming. He just gives up trying to get his head wrap back into place, content to let is hang loosely wrapped around his neck.
Not finding her at her room, he turns to head back downstairs. He'd wanted to find out what exactly had happened last night - if they had learned anything more from the raid, had anything happened on the way back and who to thank for binding him up - but it seemed all of that would have to wait at the moment.
"Not nearly as long as I would have liked." Should I tell him about last night yet? "There's breakfast and coffee downstairs. No rush though, I think most of the patrons got scared off last night by the scuffle."
Realizing they might need to depart soon or at some haste, Vik'nar headed to the room where he spent the night, before trying to find Ellondra. He uses the wash basin to freshen up, splashing some water on to his face and hair. His fever had lifted, but the water still felt cool and refreshing. He set about trying get his tunic on over his shirt and strapping his equipment back into place. A process which proved to be quite difficult and most time consuming. He just gives up trying to get his head wrap back into place, content to let is hang loosely wrapped around his neck.
Not finding her at her room, he turns to head back downstairs. He'd wanted to find out what exactly had happened last night - if they had learned anything more from the raid, had anything happened on the way back and who to thank for binding him up - but it seemed all of that would have to wait at the moment.
Stop treating Skaar like he's your *****, or he'll kill you and dump the body in the morgue. Everyone in the party has sinned; in his eyes, that makes them fair game. He's only tagging along because of the whole "Redemption" bit. So I guess what I'm trying to say is this: Afro, please stop acting like his mother. Thank you.
Oh, and Nukie? Taunting a demon-possessed psychopath who HATE HATE HATES criminals and has zero qualms about killing them in horrible ways? Not that great of an idea.
Oh, and Nukie? Taunting a demon-possessed psychopath who HATE HATE HATES criminals and has zero qualms about killing them in horrible ways? Not that great of an idea.
Skaar fought against the overwhelming urge to rip the insufferable little runt limb from limb, despite the screaming of the Others in his head to make good on his earlier threat. Scowling, he turned aside and made his way outside, sending a parting message to the maggot at the bar before dissapearing into the darkness for the night.
When next we meet, runt, there shall be no lady to protect you.
He strode through the blackened alleyways, an aura of palpable horror emitting from his frightening form. The maggots of the alley, the urchins and tramps, the sick and the dying, all felt this call, and fled before it. Skaar found himself alone in the back-alleys: as it should be. As it always had been. He pulled himself into a corner, settling down in the dirt and closing his eyes as he willed himself into a meditative trance to wait out the night.
Hours late, as the sun crept steadily upwards over the horizon, Skaar woke. He had communed with the dead during his slumber, trying to squeeze out an answer from the elusive spirits of the Fade in an attempt to learn more of the situation, of whether any of the newly dead had heard whispers of what was to come. His search had been in vain; there was much uncertainty amongst the dead, much confusion. Rumors were whispered of dark forces stirring in the Mortal world... but that was all he could find. Rumors. He pulled himself out from where he sat, slumped in the gutter, brushing the filth from his armored form and shaking the water from his shroud, before making his way back to the Inn. It had been cleaned of most of the debris overnight, and so he took a seat in the corner, awaiting the others. An hour later, the Sergeant descended the stairs, and he inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment "I trust you had a... pleasant sleep?" He half spoke, the words echoing in her mind in that same chilling aftertone as when they'd first met.
"Yes," she said dryly, "Thank you so very much for allowing it."
"Ah." Ellondra spotted Vik'nar as he was returning downstairs; she'd helped herself to the coffee, though at the moment she wasn't drinking it so much as breathing in the scent. "I had thought it must be you, to do all this a second time."
"Ah." Ellondra spotted Vik'nar as he was returning downstairs; she'd helped herself to the coffee, though at the moment she wasn't drinking it so much as breathing in the scent. "I had thought it must be you, to do all this a second time."
The GM would like everyone to know that he's updated post #100 on the third page with the list of current characters, in case anyone was worried they couldn't find it themselves.
EDIT: Changed post to acknowledge Skaar. BTW, Malifact, you have a PM.
EDIT: Changed post to acknowledge Skaar. BTW, Malifact, you have a PM.
Landon headed downstairs after talking with Vik'nar. Sure enough, breakfast and coffee had been served. Landon grabbed himself a plate and a cup and after placing some breakfast on the plate and putting coffee in the cup, he sat down and began to eat. He spotted Vik'nar and Ellondra speaking and the Death Knight entering the tavern.
Landon didn't want to disturb his companions, so he sat there and ate.
Once he had finished eating, he sat back and waited for a sign of them leaving.
Landon didn't want to disturb his companions, so he sat there and ate.
Once he had finished eating, he sat back and waited for a sign of them leaving.
Ra'ive enterend the inn and instantly became aware of the strong aroma of coffee filling the air, he breathed it in for a moment and then continued past Skaar towards Ellondra and Vik'nar, making a mental note along the way that the brawler from the night before was still present.
"How do you do it Vik'nar? Last night you damn near get a concusion and yet here you are making breakfast for everyone!" he said a noticable amount of cheerfullness in his voice and even his stance.
He took a quick glance around the inn and then leant closer towards Ellondra and Vik'nar, "I dont suppose either of you know why he is still here?" he asked, gesturing towards the brawler as he spoke.
"Somthing tells me he's not here for the 'fine wines' I mentioned yesterday, do you think he could here on some kind of buisness that relates to us?" he continued
"How do you do it Vik'nar? Last night you damn near get a concusion and yet here you are making breakfast for everyone!" he said a noticable amount of cheerfullness in his voice and even his stance.
He took a quick glance around the inn and then leant closer towards Ellondra and Vik'nar, "I dont suppose either of you know why he is still here?" he asked, gesturing towards the brawler as he spoke.
"Somthing tells me he's not here for the 'fine wines' I mentioned yesterday, do you think he could here on some kind of buisness that relates to us?" he continued