Outside if The Hound was a wagon whose sheer size and elegance was completely foreign to the adventurers. It was actually two wagons, each made of solid mahogany with an olde English finish, chained together to form a sort of miniature caravan. At the front was a coach seat headed by the blonde man who grasped an intricate set of reigns attached to at least a dozen horses. Jabril led the crew to the far wagon which seemed to only have a rear hatch entrance and propped open the door, exposing a shipment which seemed to jam the entire wagon to capacity. The 30' by 8' cabin was filled with plain pine boxes, nailed shut, each stacked three high on top of each other.
Jabril– This ladies and gentleman this would be the cargo hold.
The jakari then locked the rear hatch and led the crew to the equally large front car which contained two side entrances with passenger ramps let down for easy access and a thick white roof made of animal hide, clearly water proof. Inside were amenities typically not provided in private passenger cars, the seats were cushioned and covered in cherry toned leather rather than the spartan wood seating typical of such transports. In the center of the room was a large box with the top open, filled with glass bottles of water, fruit juices and several wrapped sandwiches on artisan bread, many clearly contained elaborate fixings such as fruit chutnies and exotic cheeses in addition to meat. As the crew inspected, Jabril briefly left the the drivers coach and came back holding a white buttoned down shirt with a blood red collar, tossing it to Golan.
Jabril– Your home for the next few days, I apologize for the crampt quarters but unfortunately this was the finest wagon I could allot for such a modest shipment. Please make yourself comfortable, I have provided enough food and drink for the entire trip, we will stop off at a favorite restaurant of mine some time tomorrow for a proper meal. Also Golan, at the risk of sounding rude I would appreciate if you would out that on, I like my business associates to be... well... dressed and I think we are about the same size. If the style isn't to your liking I have several more up front in my foot locker.
The cat man locked eyes with Bobby.
Jabril– I have not provided alcohol for this journey as your senses must be in full tune. While I respect my fellow man too much to engage in searches of your persons, I do request you refrain from consuming any personal stashes of liquor you may have present. In the event of an emergency my driver will command the horses to make enough noise to wake even the deepest of sleepers and come to a complete stop. If such an event were to occur, please release the side exits and immediately rush out with weapons drawn, these horses are well trained and there shall be no false alarms. Payment will be divied out upon our return.
Bobby stumbled through his pockets pulling out a crumpled cigarette, on his third match he managed to light it before entering the cabin with Fred right behind him. He plopped down on one of the elongated sofa like seats, sprawled out in an amount of space that two could have comfortably shared. The bear cub poked his nose into the icebox and came out with a goose and brie sandwich with poached pear which was promptly dragged over to the ground just beneath Bobby. He started eating his meal with the wrapper still attached.
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Bobby took a deep drag of his cigarette and coughed it up with a loud phlegm filled hack as the smoke scattered across the cabins roof before dissipating. He seemed to staring up at the ceiling completely in his own head, until he spoke.
Bobby– Your not even almost halfway the person ye act like, are ya lass?
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Jabril– You did just witness an overweight man with a scraggly beard and what I'm half sure was sausage grease on a white undershirt board my caravan without protest, yes?
**The dryad proceeds to get on the wagon, deciding to sit... on the far side of Chali. Leaving the closer location for Golan seems prudent. He motions to Atropos as he does so.**
Eizen - Could you sit next to me? I would like to speak to you further.
Akane jumps abroad the wagon after Jougo, making all her bells jangle as she did. She quickly sat beside him and scooted up next to him, ignoring the looks of disinterest from Jougo.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Between all the alcohol and his desperate gaze at the ceiling as he spoke, the man seemed only minimally enchanted by her spell.
Bobby– No need ta try and put one over on me lass, believe it or not I t'aint as dumb as I seem. I can also tell when someone chooses a life thats easy and fun fer the hell of it, life's too short for anything else. But cha know what really tipped me off girlie? Beautiful vixens like yerself don't typically walk around wit blades up their sleeves, and they don't ever have the lady balls to hold up a man twice there size unless they got somethin' ta hide.
Bobby tossed his half finished cigarette on the cabin floor, his pet bear was momentarily distracted from his sandwich just long enough to stomp it out.
Bobby– Me lips is sealed as soon as that scrawny peacekeeper ya got yer eye on walks in, whatever ya got planned I'm sure it'll be hilarious.
**Daréon stoically and quietly climbed into the wagon. He held no preference of where he would be sitting, so he chose the seat next to the exit. Leaning his spear against his shoulder without removing his hand, he idly closed his eyes while the others continued with their chatter.**
The man smiled from his sprawled position, he pawed around at the ground looking for his smoke, cursing once he actually found it extinguished.
Bobby– Dammit Fred! Ya always assume I'm gonna burn the place down doncha!?.
The bear, now finished eating, was resting on his own paws, he burped up a piece of parchment paper as the man relit his cigarette, otherwise ignoring his ally.
Bobby– Ha! A girl bright as yerself who acts like she ain't nothin more than sex and wit ALWAYS has a plan, I doubt ya got so flirty with that ponce of a jakari wearin' a couple thousand gold worth o jewlery because of his charm. You don't got to tell me nothin'... honestly its more fun that way.
"Oh yeah! It's great. Your generosity hasn't gone unnoticed! I'll make good use of this shirt! I'll wear it to my dying day! Or tomorrow, whichever comes first."
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
As Golan hopped onto the wagon, Bobby continued his upwards gaze, slowly puffing on his smoke. He was trying to eliminate any sign that he had just been talking to "her".
Bobby– Peacekeeper, ya made it! Spiffy shirt, ya fit right in now.
Bobby gestured towards the two jakari jesters sitting on the other side of the car.
At that, Chali felt she needn't say anything else to Bobby. She nodded, and put her feet up, nuzzling more comfortably into her space. She was quite cozy, and only wished she had a tiny kitten to sit on her lap for the ride. She held a hand out to fred with a peace of dried meat she had retrieved from her sack and patted her lap with the other, trying to coax him to come and sit on her lap. A bear cub that could make cat sounds was close enough.
The young bears nostrils began to flare as he slowly shambled over to the offering of dry meat, gently taking it from the woman's hand before devouring it in a single bite. He plopped his two front legs up on her seat and tried to jump up onto her lap but couldn't quite make it.
Bobby– Your gonna have to coax him up by the ass, don't worry though it ain't the kinda thing that seems to bother 'em.
She leans forward and helps the bear up next to her letting him rest his head on her lap. She began to pet him and felt more comfortable, though he was a bit heavier than what she thought he would be.
Sling made his way to the furthest corner of the wagon, unravelling a sheet of oily look fabric in front of him as he did so. Unholstering his weapon and laying it in front of him, he began to talk.
Sling- So, what are the chances this lovely carriage attracts the attention of one of this city's less savoury groups? I bet Mask's boys would love to get their hands on something this nice.
As he spoke his hands seemed to almost flow across the surface of his weapon, pieces of the firearm coming away and revealing intricate mechanisms below. It was very quickly dismantled into dozens of pieces, large and small.
**As Sling began to unassemble his firearm, Daréon lifted the eye closest to his direction, and watched the Elf as he worked and casually brokered into a conversation. **
As the final crew members boarded the wagon, the merchant had entered the vessel to answer any final questions before departure.
Jabril– Oh slim to none, attacks within the city confines just don't occur with any regularity and when they do its always some young upstart or a random group of freelancing thugs. Lets just say that Mask and all the other big players around here have one thing in common with myself, come the end of the day, we all prefer gold to steel when given the option.
**Sufficiently convinced about whatever held his interest, the elf warrior went back to pretending to rest.**:High, counter, side, thrust, reverse pivot, feign, forward roll. . . :
Jabril– This ladies and gentleman this would be the cargo hold.
The jakari then locked the rear hatch and led the crew to the equally large front car which contained two side entrances with passenger ramps let down for easy access and a thick white roof made of animal hide, clearly water proof. Inside were amenities typically not provided in private passenger cars, the seats were cushioned and covered in cherry toned leather rather than the spartan wood seating typical of such transports. In the center of the room was a large box with the top open, filled with glass bottles of water, fruit juices and several wrapped sandwiches on artisan bread, many clearly contained elaborate fixings such as fruit chutnies and exotic cheeses in addition to meat. As the crew inspected, Jabril briefly left the the drivers coach and came back holding a white buttoned down shirt with a blood red collar, tossing it to Golan.
Jabril– Your home for the next few days, I apologize for the crampt quarters but unfortunately this was the finest wagon I could allot for such a modest shipment. Please make yourself comfortable, I have provided enough food and drink for the entire trip, we will stop off at a favorite restaurant of mine some time tomorrow for a proper meal. Also Golan, at the risk of sounding rude I would appreciate if you would out that on, I like my business associates to be... well... dressed and I think we are about the same size. If the style isn't to your liking I have several more up front in my foot locker.
The cat man locked eyes with Bobby.
Jabril– I have not provided alcohol for this journey as your senses must be in full tune. While I respect my fellow man too much to engage in searches of your persons, I do request you refrain from consuming any personal stashes of liquor you may have present. In the event of an emergency my driver will command the horses to make enough noise to wake even the deepest of sleepers and come to a complete stop. If such an event were to occur, please release the side exits and immediately rush out with weapons drawn, these horses are well trained and there shall be no false alarms. Payment will be divied out upon our return.
Bobby stumbled through his pockets pulling out a crumpled cigarette, on his third match he managed to light it before entering the cabin with Fred right behind him. He plopped down on one of the elongated sofa like seats, sprawled out in an amount of space that two could have comfortably shared. The bear cub poked his nose into the icebox and came out with a goose and brie sandwich with poached pear which was promptly dragged over to the ground just beneath Bobby. He started eating his meal with the wrapper still attached.
Eizen - "If you do not want the remains of your former shirt, I will take it. This applies to anything else any of you might otherwise throw away.
**Eizen glances at Jabril.**
Eizen -Jabril, is my level of dress acceptable for your needs?"
**This appears to be a serious question.**
Nervada - 98% fat free, high in fiber.
Eizen - Collected
Yack - Walking
Miko Wydberg
Tanya
"So, are you a dumpster? Do you have some special magical ability that turns ruined junk into, like, lasers?"
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Her
Blarg Olcoot
Eizen - Thank you. I collect things that may someday be of use. I do not know what will be of use in the centuries to come, so I collect everything.
Nervada - 98% fat free, high in fiber.
Eizen - Collected
Yack - Walking
Miko Wydberg
Tanya
Bobby– Your not even almost halfway the person ye act like, are ya lass?
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Jabril stared at the dryad, shooting him a few obvious rapid blinks of the eye.
Jabril– You did just witness an overweight man with a scraggly beard and what I'm half sure was sausage grease on a white undershirt board my caravan without protest, yes?
Eizen - You could just be very polite.
**The dryad proceeds to get on the wagon, deciding to sit... on the far side of Chali. Leaving the closer location for Golan seems prudent. He motions to Atropos as he does so.**
Eizen - Could you sit next to me? I would like to speak to you further.
Nervada - 98% fat free, high in fiber.
Eizen - Collected
Yack - Walking
Miko Wydberg
Tanya
He mumbles to himself as he boards the wagon and sits with open seat beside him for Akane.
Acelin's Characters (since her sig won't work).
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Her
Blarg Olcoot
Bobby– No need ta try and put one over on me lass, believe it or not I t'aint as dumb as I seem. I can also tell when someone chooses a life thats easy and fun fer the hell of it, life's too short for anything else. But cha know what really tipped me off girlie? Beautiful vixens like yerself don't typically walk around wit blades up their sleeves, and they don't ever have the lady balls to hold up a man twice there size unless they got somethin' ta hide.
Bobby tossed his half finished cigarette on the cabin floor, his pet bear was momentarily distracted from his sandwich just long enough to stomp it out.
Bobby– Me lips is sealed as soon as that scrawny peacekeeper ya got yer eye on walks in, whatever ya got planned I'm sure it'll be hilarious.
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Jabril shot Golan a quick smile.
Jabril– I do apologize for the hair Golan, as I'm sure you could imagine, its something I forget about all too easily. Is it otherwise to your liking?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Plans, if I had a plan that would indeed be hilarious. You're all right my bearded friend.
Her
Blarg Olcoot
Bobby– Dammit Fred! Ya always assume I'm gonna burn the place down doncha!?.
The bear, now finished eating, was resting on his own paws, he burped up a piece of parchment paper as the man relit his cigarette, otherwise ignoring his ally.
Bobby– Ha! A girl bright as yerself who acts like she ain't nothin more than sex and wit ALWAYS has a plan, I doubt ya got so flirty with that ponce of a jakari wearin' a couple thousand gold worth o jewlery because of his charm. You don't got to tell me nothin'... honestly its more fun that way.
"Oh yeah! It's great. Your generosity hasn't gone unnoticed! I'll make good use of this shirt! I'll wear it to my dying day! Or tomorrow, whichever comes first."
Then, Golan hopped on the wagon.
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Bobby– Peacekeeper, ya made it! Spiffy shirt, ya fit right in now.
Bobby gestured towards the two jakari jesters sitting on the other side of the car.
Her
Blarg Olcoot
Bobby– Your gonna have to coax him up by the ass, don't worry though it ain't the kinda thing that seems to bother 'em.
Her
Blarg Olcoot
Sling- So, what are the chances this lovely carriage attracts the attention of one of this city's less savoury groups? I bet Mask's boys would love to get their hands on something this nice.
As he spoke his hands seemed to almost flow across the surface of his weapon, pieces of the firearm coming away and revealing intricate mechanisms below. It was very quickly dismantled into dozens of pieces, large and small.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Jabril– Oh slim to none, attacks within the city confines just don't occur with any regularity and when they do its always some young upstart or a random group of freelancing thugs. Lets just say that Mask and all the other big players around here have one thing in common with myself, come the end of the day, we all prefer gold to steel when given the option.
Sling began wiping down seemingly random pieces of the firearm with a clean, dry rag, placing them to one side when he was done.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.