What a sweet deal this is. Getting payed to stand around for a month? Perfect. Sure, you might have to go wandering around a good-sized city every couple of hours, but for the amount of gold you're getting payed, it's worth it.
Habadyn is entering peace talks with the three neighboring kingdoms: Asylyn, Estark, and Estia. The king is afraid one of them will get annoyed with him and wipe him out. So he's preemptively trying to get on their good sides by inviting them to his castle and talking about some kind of alliance.
Naturally, this pissed off the other lords, ladies, and everyone else who thinks they're clever enough to rule anything larger than a farm. Rumors have been swirling around about assassination attempts, magical attacks, and every other thing imaginable.
So the king went and hired fifty or so adventurers, warriors, mages, and just about anyone else who knows how to put the pointy end of a spear into the bad guys. 'Security measures' he called it. But obviously it's just an overreaction. There are always threats like this whenever one king meets another. Nobody wants two or more lords making some kind of deal. It could easily lead to a war that nobody is brave enough to fight.
So here you are. Hired by a paranoid king to guard his city from the 'assassins' lurking in every shadow. Easy job, easy money. Maybe even a little credit with a couple of kings. Perfect.
"Line up here," shouts the recruiter, an aging human with a face so scarred it might as well be a map, pointing to four tables just in front of the steps of the king's castle. It's not a big structure, but it's sturdy enough that it could probably survive for a while in an attack. "You'll be assigned to squads of four or five, and you'll go out into the city to patrol. You'll be out there for three hours, and then you'll get six hours of down time before you go out again. There will be shifts so there are always at least five groups moving around the city."
The recruiter sits behind one of the tables and pulls out a long scroll of paper. He motions to the three other men beside him, all part of the king's guard. "You'll give your name, and then we'll assign you to a squad. You wait until everyone is assigned a squad, then you'll recieve your schedules. Once you have that, you follow it or you don't get paid. Five hundred gold pieces per day, and a 5,000 bonus at the end of the month if none of the kings is dead. Now line up!"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Ryttare didn't have much choice in the matter. She had a lot of work to do to get back to where she used to be. Or at least something similar. She was wearing her hat, of course, but the real Ryttare mostly stood through. Slim and slender, she wore a long robe to hide her weapons and her figure. Only her long black hair was a giveaway from a distance. Her face was stern and solid though. She was not eye candy.
Looking around the room, she sees several would-be adventurers, and a handful of competent ones. Decent enough. The pay was too good to ignore and she wasn't sure what the king had planned for someone like her. If he wanted her to get rid of threats in swift silence and out of sight, then that's what she was going to do.
She approached the recruiter and got in the line. She didn't make a fuss about it. She didn't even try to make herself noticed. She folded her arms and waited to get sorted.
Sylvanna waited for her turn, she patted Rayne softly behind the ears, a habit she had developed with her previous familiar, a Weasel by the name of Richard.
It's been 3 weeks, she mused to herself as she waited, I can't believe it's been three weeks since that idiot warlock convinced me to do this, ME! a member of the Royal Family of Shilmista! why oh why did I ever heed Rashevix's advice? see the world she said, learn new things she said! further your understanding of the Weave SHE SAID! and then once we get here she just ups and disapears all of the sudden! thats what i get for trusting the spawn of a shadow dragon, even if she is indentured to my family for another fifty generations, her mood darkened as she remembered but she managed to keep her brooding temper hiden from view.
Mistress you should calm down, came the empathic call from Rayne, the familiar was used to her mood swings and was beginning to learn more and more since their connection had deepened, and he knew that if she kept going she would work herself into such a mood that the first slight someone offered would be met with a literal claw strike from her delicate yet deadly hand.
Yes, yes you are right, no point in getting worked up over it now, she imparted casually before scratching a particular itchy spot in Rayne's head, besides the pay is good, enough to fund a trip to the Edificant Library when we return home, I remember there was talk about a few magical tomes being kept there that had been dated all the way back to Myth Dranor.
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The men go through the list slowly, checking and double-checking identities and group assignments.
Spotting Kyttare standing to one side, the guard captain checks his notes for a moment, then nods to her. "Kyttare, right? You're in group 7. Please stand over there." He motions her to stand behind the table. Which is strange, because the rest of the groups are standing somewhat behind the line of adventurers.
Sylvanna gets waved over to the captain as well. He checks his notes, and says "Ah, Sylvanna. You're over here too." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at the open space behind the tables. "Group 7."
The captain checks his notes, and says "We're still waiting for the other two members of group 7," with a mocking grin, the captain says "Feel free to stand there and not go anywhere."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
I should rip his head and shove it where it most likely should have been placed in the beginning! Sylvanna? Sylvanna?!? LADY Sylvanna! I am royalty! not just some mere commoner born to wag his or her tail at the likes of this grimy disgusting human! crosses through Sylvanna's minds although her face thankfully does not show it in the least... yet.
Mistress forgive him, he is human after all, they know not any better comes Rayne pleading reply seriously worried his mistress will actually act on such impulse.
Outwardly she just nods and moves to her designated spot, the dire rat on her hand scurrying to her shoulder and rubbing the side of her neck in what could only be assumed to be an affectionate manner, that is if people where not aware of the conversations taking place.
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Sylvanna barely notices the woman standing near in "group 7." Ryttare took one look at her and sat down slowly, closing her eyes and meditating as best as she could, trying to clear her thoughts. The others would come when they were ready. They would do their best, she hoped.
A disheveled dwarf wanders onto the scene, hair and beard ragged, frayed, and unkempt. A deep scar covered the left side of his face, and his left eye socket seemed to be sealed shut from the injury. His one good eye was bloodshot, and the dwarf did not seem capable of standing straight for very long.
His entire body was covered in a dirty robe that seemed to be more patches than original material. A distinct odor of smoke and stagnant booze wafted through the air as he passed.
Finally, he made his way to the recruiter. "Names...*hic*...Scourge." he managed. Then, Scourge let out a great belch and the smell of fresh booze mixed with the already petulant smell that accompanied the man.
Scourge gets more than a few indignant looks, especially from the obviously successful adventurers dressed in fine clothes and shining gear.
The guard captain snorts as he looks Scourge up and down, then jerks his head over his shoulder where two other figures wait. "You're in Group Seven. Back there with them. Stay there until the last member shows up."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Ryttare saw the dwarf as soon as he entered. She made no move as he lumbered in and was grouped with her. Only her dark eyes watched as he approached. Catching his eye contact, she only gave a small quiet nod. Whatever possessed this captain to sort these truly unique characters like he did was a mystery to her.
We'll wait another day to see if anyone else is interested. If not, Alacar has volunteered to play an additional character.
The captain looks around as the last several adventurers were sorted into groups. There are five groups with three members each, six groups of four (including Group Seven), and three groups of five. He frowns at Group Seven, noting the missing member.
He mutters to himself with a scowl on his face, then says quietly "Twenty minutes. If the last member of the group ain't here by then, we go on without 'em."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Oh for the love of... Now honestly how am I supposed to walk around that... that.... THAT THING! Ugh! the smell! i have seen pigs that smelled nicer than that thing and those robes! all disheveled and ugly does he not know who he is partnered with?!? comes the mental tirade of Sylvanna, however she manages to keep her expression neutral, albeit a bit haughty, as she simply looks the other way with her head raised up in subtle indignation.
Mistress please, we will be off soon, we can call a heavy rain to fall on him if the smell gets too bad comes Rayne's peacemaking remark.
Or hail, if the brute will not heed the warnings comes her reply with a bit of a smirk showing in her appearance.
Indeed mistress, Indeed.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
(Yikes, short notice, too. I'll need the weekend to iron him out at the least. Sorry >_> What role was Halinn going to play? It'll help me decide what race/class to use.)
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Halinn- Yhram
Alacar- Ryttare
Yukora- Scourge
Sepiriel- In progress
What a sweet deal this is. Getting payed to stand around for a month? Perfect. Sure, you might have to go wandering around a good-sized city every couple of hours, but for the amount of gold you're getting payed, it's worth it.
Habadyn is entering peace talks with the three neighboring kingdoms: Asylyn, Estark, and Estia. The king is afraid one of them will get annoyed with him and wipe him out. So he's preemptively trying to get on their good sides by inviting them to his castle and talking about some kind of alliance.
Naturally, this pissed off the other lords, ladies, and everyone else who thinks they're clever enough to rule anything larger than a farm. Rumors have been swirling around about assassination attempts, magical attacks, and every other thing imaginable.
So the king went and hired fifty or so adventurers, warriors, mages, and just about anyone else who knows how to put the pointy end of a spear into the bad guys. 'Security measures' he called it. But obviously it's just an overreaction. There are always threats like this whenever one king meets another. Nobody wants two or more lords making some kind of deal. It could easily lead to a war that nobody is brave enough to fight.
So here you are. Hired by a paranoid king to guard his city from the 'assassins' lurking in every shadow. Easy job, easy money. Maybe even a little credit with a couple of kings. Perfect.
"Line up here," shouts the recruiter, an aging human with a face so scarred it might as well be a map, pointing to four tables just in front of the steps of the king's castle. It's not a big structure, but it's sturdy enough that it could probably survive for a while in an attack. "You'll be assigned to squads of four or five, and you'll go out into the city to patrol. You'll be out there for three hours, and then you'll get six hours of down time before you go out again. There will be shifts so there are always at least five groups moving around the city."
The recruiter sits behind one of the tables and pulls out a long scroll of paper. He motions to the three other men beside him, all part of the king's guard. "You'll give your name, and then we'll assign you to a squad. You wait until everyone is assigned a squad, then you'll recieve your schedules. Once you have that, you follow it or you don't get paid. Five hundred gold pieces per day, and a 5,000 bonus at the end of the month if none of the kings is dead. Now line up!"
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Looking around the room, she sees several would-be adventurers, and a handful of competent ones. Decent enough. The pay was too good to ignore and she wasn't sure what the king had planned for someone like her. If he wanted her to get rid of threats in swift silence and out of sight, then that's what she was going to do.
She approached the recruiter and got in the line. She didn't make a fuss about it. She didn't even try to make herself noticed. She folded her arms and waited to get sorted.
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Ryttare Kelasin Luna Orelinalei
It's been 3 weeks, she mused to herself as she waited, I can't believe it's been three weeks since that idiot warlock convinced me to do this, ME! a member of the Royal Family of Shilmista! why oh why did I ever heed Rashevix's advice? see the world she said, learn new things she said! further your understanding of the Weave SHE SAID! and then once we get here she just ups and disapears all of the sudden! thats what i get for trusting the spawn of a shadow dragon, even if she is indentured to my family for another fifty generations, her mood darkened as she remembered but she managed to keep her brooding temper hiden from view.
Mistress you should calm down, came the empathic call from Rayne, the familiar was used to her mood swings and was beginning to learn more and more since their connection had deepened, and he knew that if she kept going she would work herself into such a mood that the first slight someone offered would be met with a literal claw strike from her delicate yet deadly hand.
Yes, yes you are right, no point in getting worked up over it now, she imparted casually before scratching a particular itchy spot in Rayne's head, besides the pay is good, enough to fund a trip to the Edificant Library when we return home, I remember there was talk about a few magical tomes being kept there that had been dated all the way back to Myth Dranor.
Spotting Kyttare standing to one side, the guard captain checks his notes for a moment, then nods to her. "Kyttare, right? You're in group 7. Please stand over there." He motions her to stand behind the table. Which is strange, because the rest of the groups are standing somewhat behind the line of adventurers.
Sylvanna gets waved over to the captain as well. He checks his notes, and says "Ah, Sylvanna. You're over here too." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at the open space behind the tables. "Group 7."
The captain checks his notes, and says "We're still waiting for the other two members of group 7," with a mocking grin, the captain says "Feel free to stand there and not go anywhere."
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Mistress forgive him, he is human after all, they know not any better comes Rayne pleading reply seriously worried his mistress will actually act on such impulse.
Outwardly she just nods and moves to her designated spot, the dire rat on her hand scurrying to her shoulder and rubbing the side of her neck in what could only be assumed to be an affectionate manner, that is if people where not aware of the conversations taking place.
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His entire body was covered in a dirty robe that seemed to be more patches than original material. A distinct odor of smoke and stagnant booze wafted through the air as he passed.
Finally, he made his way to the recruiter. "Names...*hic*...Scourge." he managed. Then, Scourge let out a great belch and the smell of fresh booze mixed with the already petulant smell that accompanied the man.
The guard captain snorts as he looks Scourge up and down, then jerks his head over his shoulder where two other figures wait. "You're in Group Seven. Back there with them. Stay there until the last member shows up."
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The captain looks around as the last several adventurers were sorted into groups. There are five groups with three members each, six groups of four (including Group Seven), and three groups of five. He frowns at Group Seven, noting the missing member.
He mutters to himself with a scowl on his face, then says quietly "Twenty minutes. If the last member of the group ain't here by then, we go on without 'em."
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Mistress please, we will be off soon, we can call a heavy rain to fall on him if the smell gets too bad comes Rayne's peacemaking remark.
Or hail, if the brute will not heed the warnings comes her reply with a bit of a smirk showing in her appearance.
Indeed mistress, Indeed.
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Halinn was going with a Human Dread Necromancer, if I remember correctly.
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