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A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 25, 2016, 10:10 am
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Due to recent inactivity, but raised interest from other
sources, i'm making a new topic to Roleplay in. I would continue
on the adventure, but it is an impossibility without other
members to help carry the story forward. There are several
functions that are assumed to be true in this setting.
- The Vampire hunt, and indeed any other personal objectives
were succeeded.
- No member was hurt.
- There was no gain or loss of any items.
- The group had returned to ChaosGate.
- It has been at least two weeks since the adventure.
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The old and battered oak door creaked open, as Astandord pushed
it inward. The howling wind raked across the shutters on the
tavern's windows as the rain poured from the heavens on that
cold and dark night. Walking in with a heavy thud of his plate
armour, he stopped to turn and hold the door for another figure
that was behind him. As he looked inside, he checked his usual
near the fireplace was empty. which it thankfully was. He winced
slightly as a single droplet of rain passed to under his eye
patch, before rubbing it.
"Get y'er ass in already, this round is on you." He spoke
outward to the blackness.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest35 Date: February 25, 2016, 10:21 am
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Placing his hand on the door held open for him, Orwaith
Kessleryv nodded to his brother and made his way to the bar.
"Mead. Two flagons."
His curt, gruff order made, Orwaith leant against the counter.
He cast his gaze about the main room, scratching idly at his
scar as he waited for the drinks. Seeing nothing that might
catch his interest he paid and made his way through the throng
to his brother and the warmth of the fireplace, handing the
other a flagon.
"Prices have gone up again. We'll need to take on another job at
this rate if we're staying for more than a few days."
Having said all there was to say he pulled over a chair, sat
down and took a swig, warming his hands.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 25, 2016, 10:26 am
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"We'll get a job soon 'nuff little brother. Maybe if we're lucky
there'll be some raiders or bandits in the area we can take care
off. It's already been too long since i've unsheathed my blade
or hit something with my halberd."
With a thunk, he moves over and sits next to Orwaith, taking his
Mead. After a few gulps Astandord wipes his mouth, and continues
to talk.
"I'm thinkin' we should expand our little group. The lot that
are 'ere are alright, but they aint no Mercenary soldiers. Piss
poor show."
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest35 Date: February 25, 2016, 10:39 am
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Orwaith utters a single, gruff chuckle and takes another swig of
his mead. He scratches his scar again and turns to scan the room
once more over his shoulder. He then turns his gaze to
Astandord.
"Village-folk. Farmers, merchants... The pampered guards of
nobles. There's not a soldier amongst this rabble. You find me
one man here who knows which end of a sword to hold, or who's
used a sword in the last month and I'll put up a poster. We can
make it pretty-like. have a big picture of yourself in the
middle pointing at the reader, with the words "I want you to
join The Brothers Kessleryv! Travel to exciting locales, meet
exotic peoples and then hack them into pieces for coin. Which
you may not get." Aye. A grand idea. A master stroke of genius.
The first recruits would be dead inside of a week."
He laughs again, shaking his head.
"We work better alone. Have ever since we left the Wolfsburg
Penal Battalion. We don't need some overweight farmer slowing us
down, or some damn knife-ear boring us into early graves with
their philosophising and poetry."
Kicking his feet up onto a stool nearby he snorts and returns to
his drink.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 25, 2016, 10:43 am
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"Aye, if someone gon' paint a pretty picture of me, they best
get my good side, eh?" He chuckles, before continuing.
"Mind ya, there are some folk here that are pretty dandy with a
blade, but they's them... assassin type folk. Lots of talk and
prancin'. Barely anyone 'round 'ere that use a proper weapon and
some good plate. We're so far from Wolfsburg now. For good or
bad."
He takes a moment to swig and then hold his chin in thought.
"But it aint like I met everyone yet. Most of the time I've been
drunk too. There's some bowmen, a preacher, some chaos touched
people. But problem is, they're all too nice." Astandord sighs.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest35 Date: February 25, 2016, 10:51 am
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Orwaith shrugs, patting his brother's shoulder.
"When are you not drunk?"
He stretches and scratches his nose, looking into his drink for
a while in thought.
"I don't work with assassins. I'm not going to party up with
some backstabbing gutter-knife. An archer, however. That might
come in handy. Never know when an arrow in the right neck can
save a life in a tight spot. As for preachers..."
Orwaith spits into the fire.
"You know my thoughts on godfull folk. And you know I'll never
deal with Chaos-Touched. Not in my nature. Not unless you go and
make it an 'order'."
The man settles back into his chair and looks into the fire,
then turns to his bother and grins.
" 'sides, more hands means less coin for us."
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 25, 2016, 10:54 am
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Astandord gives a smirk, and nods in agreement to some of
Orwaith's words.
"We'll see what 'appens. Might be some passing warriors come
through soon, might be able to see about nabbin' them for our
company. More hands may mean less coins now, but more hands can
also mean bigger jobs, and then more coins, which means equal
spreading, whic- Well. You gets the idea. Aye Ast, he does."
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest35 Date: February 26, 2016, 2:01 pm
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Orwaith shrugs, ignoring his brother as he settles to talking to
himself. More than used to this 'quirk' by now, he pulls a pipe
from his belt. Filling it he reaches down and pulls a lit tinder
from the fire. He puffs away and is soon surrounded by an
aromatic cloud of smoke. The sounds of the weather beyond the
comforting walls of the tavern are nearly blotted out by the
noise of the bar's patrons. Eventually the mild schizophrenia of
his brother reaches a point where an 'altercation' becomes
likely. Orwaith turns to look Astandord in the eye.
"Mead's done. Your round. Try not to get into a fight on your
way back."
He pats his brother on the shoulder once again and huddles down
in his chair, pulling the wolfskin cloak about his frame as he
smokes.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 27, 2016, 8:06 am
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"-ourse he understands. He always does, yes Ast- Woah what." He
says suprised as his thoughts are interrupted by Orwaith. "Oh,
done already? Aye. I'll get it. And no fights, ya gots it."
With a short nod, Astandord stands up, the plates of the armour
falling with a metallic twang as they settle in to the effect of
gravity again. His heavy boots impact the wood flooring and
cause it creak as he goes to the bar. He settles on the bar top
with a lean on his left arm whilst his right hand supports his
head boredly. Looking around with his lone eye, he tries to find
the regular bar tender. Nothing if not blunt, Ast decides to
just call for him.
"Oi Jimmy ya arse, where you to!?"
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest5 Date: February 29, 2016, 4:31 am
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Tired, hungry and soaked to the skin, the warm, yellow glow
coming from the tavern's windows seemed so welcoming, a safe,
dry haven from the dark, wet night. Willow sighed, pulling her
sodden cloak around her, clutching her bulging leather bag close
to her side and pushed open the wooden door. Shaking herself
upon the threshold, green eyes quickly darting around the room,
taking in everything include the two rough looking characters,
one sat by the fireplace while the other shouted for the barman.
Willow slipped her hand beneath her cloak, delicate clawed
fingers curling around her hidden dagger. She didn't want a
fight, far smaller than these impressive, battle worn warriors
but since leaving her village she had learnt to be careful.
Willow pulled down her hood, her long dreaded locks tumbling
around her face, revealing fluffy copper ears that twitched
listening to the conversations in the tavern as she slowly
walked up to the bar. Standing next to the old soldier she
smiled, dumping her huge bag upon the bar then turn to look at
him asked with a slight giggle "Do they serve pie here...Willow
is starving!"
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