Chronicles of Roissha *Closed* Chapter Two: Into the Depths of Madness

[Mcupobob]

Nailos little off put by Garrants comment re-collected his thoughts and anwesered Garrant, "While my name is Nailos sorry we didn't get introduced earlier you left quite in hurry to attended to something, Which of course is none of my concern. I just wanted to offer you aid as it is my profession but you seem to have trust issues so I won't press the matter further, I just hope when you really require my aid that you will trust me. It is not in the nature of a man of the cloth to hurt people."

 

[The Zango]

Garrant let a small smile form on his lips, as he regarded the man before him. A man of the cloth he may be but he would not be trusting his well-being to anyone but Kinglet, no-one else had earnt his respect.

"As I said, my wound had been mended adequately"

This was a lie of course, already he felt a trickle of blood running down his arm, however he gave no indication that anything was wrong.

"And as far as trust goes, I shall continue to be stingy with who I trust. You see, when you grow up as I did, you tend to pick up these little habits, its called survival" he continued, his tone ever so slightly condescending but he was mostly just putting his message across, it was a valuable lesson after all.

 

[Mcupobob]

"Then so be it Garrant, I will try and earn your trust as I can not bare to see any man or women I travle with die or injured." Nailos sighed "Just remeber sometimes survial is determined by your trust of those you travle with." Nailos reached into his bag and pulled out a few medical supplies. "Though this items are not as usefull as far as magic they can still help those who know how to use them, I can assume you know the basics behind them and will beable to treat yourself, from what I can tell the wound is not fatal now so please for your health take care of it." Nailos hands the supplies to Garrant.

 

[Issurru]

"If you learned anything about survival you would take up Nailos' offer, are you sure that you'd rather come with us with your shoulder in the condition it is? Making it a weak point for our enemies to attack? Or would you rather accept his offer and be unhindered should we actually have to fight?" Isaac walks past Garrant and whispers to him "You sure you can protect her as good in your current condition?" And continues on towards the bar asking for some toast and water so he can eat before setting out.

 

[The Zango]

"My arm might be injured" whispered Garrant in response to Mr blond as he was passing him.

"But I can still break your nose with my right-hook"

He reluctantly took the supplies from Nailos, stuffing them away in some hidden pocket, of which he had many. The supplies and salves in his 'aid pack' would probably help his wound, though as he had discovered earlier, it was not deep or at all life threatening.

He offered a barely audible 'thanks' before he started walking to the bar, his mind processing the situation.

'Saying I could die, brings about desperation, need for help, I place my trust in the mage BAM, I got a knife in my back. Supplies might be tainted too, have to...'

"Check them"

Garrant too took a seat at the bar, ordering just a bowl of milky grains, he liked to keep it simple.

 

[Mcupobob]

Nailos sat two empty seats away from Garrant, not out of fear but he thought Garrant liked his personal space. Nailos produces some coin and paid Garrants bowl of food and turned to him and said with a faint smile. "thought I would try and start earning your trust now."

 

[Anah'ya]

Kinglet scooted along the bar, a loaded plate of steaming hot food pushed along with her. She bumped into the side of Nailos that was away from Garrant, effectively putting the stranger between them, and flashed him a smile.

"If you're wanting to earn his trust, you'll have to be paying my food instead."

Her head jerked in a motion to indicate her plate. Eggs, beans, more eggs, bacon, ham, more eggs--the young thief felt as though that was not quite enough yet, but it would have to do for now.

Kinglet's eyes darted past the stranger towards Garrant. It was a fleeting glance. Where he was distant, she was playful; a trait that had embedded itself into her since her early days as street performer. You didn't earn your keep juggling and walking the rope with a frown on your lips. No, quite the contrary.

 

[Mcupobob]

Nailos smiled back at Kinglet "Well fair enough." and tossed more coin at the manager "Better to earn the trust of all those I'm going to depend my life on at some point." Nailos mused to himself.

 

[The Zango]

Garrant returned his attention to his grain, having partially sated the suspicion he bore Nailos. The man carried no hidden blades, no notes or instructions. He was clean, carrying only a mace and his pouch of coins, the contents he had checked and the amount of coins counted.

He took another spoonful of his breakfast, going over the new development.

'Nailos not suspicious, as clueless as us and safe to trust... Still not trusting him however, continuing investigation'

The rest of his meal he eat in silence, nonchalantly scanning the room for their 'companions', picking the recipient of his next rummage.

 

[Issurru]

After Isaac finishes his meal he gets up dusts the crumbs off of his clothes and walks over to Fitzgerald and stretches his arms while letting out a big *Yawn* "Well i'm all ready to go now" As he quickly surveys the area seeing who else he's waiting for

 

[crewman_number_6]

Fitzgerald was chewing on the rarions he always brouhgt with him. I wonder how long until we will be on our way. Then he saw Issac walk up to him," Are you ready, we leave today not knowing whether we die. If we die we do not know whether we will be remembered. So let us set off into the unknown, to whatever glory awaits!!"

 

[The Zango]

Garrant finally finished his meal and spun of his stool, preparing to approach his next mark. He spotted Fitzgerald sitting with the blond, nomming away at some rations. Out of the question, he would prefer to avoid the blond for now.

He stood from his stool and begun crossing the floor of the tavern towards the blue haired Templar from the night before, still not wanting to associate with the blond. However...

"Oof, watch it" he said as he cracked into the blond, stumbling slightly and knocking over a cup. He shook his head frustratedly from side to side but continued walking until he reached the Templar (Trace).

"So, why are you signing up for this little excursion again?" he asked, his face focused on the conspicuously blue-haired Templar, yet his hands busy at work feeling the smooth, polished metal of the pistol he had just swiped from blondie, it was hidden under his cloak but he could practically imagine what it looked like just from touch.

'Interesting weapon'

Spoiler: @Issuru

Yep thats right, Garrant has nicked your pistol Dont worry he'll give it back just as he found it. But seriously if you don't like the fact he stole it, get bent (JOKE), just PM me and I'll edit my post to something we can both agree on, I dont want to step on any toes

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Trace had seen the thief swipe the pistol. He chuckled to himself slightly, he knew how thieves worked, or at least how Grant worked. Rubbing the back of his head still, he answered his question, "I am looking for a certain weapon, it was stolen from me years ago" he stopped rubbing his head and felt good that his handover was gone, "But let me warn you" he leaned forward more, "Once i get my weapon back, if you even try and take it, I will use all my powers available to get it back from you. That includes the Templars and all the other Mercenary's that owe me a a favor."

He sat back to become comfortable again, "I heard that you are doing this for money though, there has to be something more of value that just that?"

 

[Issurru]

Isaac inconspicuously padded himself down after Garrant "bumped into him" "Sorry about that" he says as Garrant walks towards Trace He's good, although he thinks I haven't dealt with his kind before... He can have it for now, not like we should be running into anything to bad for now. And if worse comes to worse I've still got my sword, and my fists

 

[Czargent Sane]

taven picks up a pack, and looks around
something felt off. he didnt know wether it was the group or the mission, but something was not right.

 

[Mcupobob]

Nailos observed that scene in front of him, and decided it wasn't worth the trouble to get involved. People always obsessing over thing, he never had that problem. I'm confident in my skills as a cleric that I can safe these people from injury and the likes, but can I save them from themselves and eachother? I will just have to try and do my best.

Spoiler: OOC

Might be going to bed soon, just warning you all.

 

[Darth Caelum]

Maverick nodded at Lyle and entered the Tavern. He noticed several new comers and wondered for a few moments who they were. He had been to focused on his Payment that he hadn't noticed the two enter the Inn. In all probability, they had probably passed him and he didn't even notice.

Shaking his head, he found a nearby table that was relatively free of Dirt and pulled at a piece of paper. Once he had sat down, he immediately started to improve upon his Designs. It was hard going, trying to break the mold of regular guns and create something unique. But he was close know. All he needed was the Payment from the Royal Hound to get him started.

 

[Anah'ya]

She watched Garrant from where she sat with her nose half buried in the food. An onlooker might have thought she was fully engrossed in her breakfast, such was her subtlety right then.

After a while she turned her head to the man who had paid for her food.

"So. Who are you then?" she asked Nailos.

 

[Mcupobob]

Nailos turned to kinglet to answer, "Well I'm not but a simple Cleric, I came to this town following my gods orders and offered my services to this group and was accepted in quite a rush. It is no matter though, I've found i'm growing fond of everyones. How shall we say "antics"."

I would ask more about you but I'm assuming you rather keep it a secret." Nailos said with a smile. I try hard to hold back my passive aggressive tendences I hope nobody suspects I have some altritive motive, such a untrusting people they are, mabey i've just been sheltered for to long at the abby. Nailos thought to himself

 

[The Zango]

"Trust me, hordes of rabid Templars are hardly the most difficult foe I've ever encountered"

The weapon was good, light but at the same time it had a weight to it, indicating very decent balancing. It was crafted well, not the most intricate work he'd ever encountered but still usable, enough to get the job done.

"Its abit naive to think that a full stomach and a decent bed are of little value, besides once your in this business, the main focus to to get out, hopefully richer, preferably without shackles"