[RP] Fantasia

Fantasia The Headquarters of the Merchants of Ao
Final: Vladimir "The Darksworn"

Vladimir glared at the elf, almost about to unleash his terrible wrath on him when the gnome's angry roar snapped him back into reality. All here were fearful of him enough to sing his one and only song, and yet this person called him what he hated to hear most - a "snake". In retrospect, he never actually disliked that, but the first person who called him that added a derogatory ring to it. So much so he had that person murdered in the most brutal way he thought of then - hanging him upside down with his neck slit, only after having smearing his blood on all the walls he could see. After that, the subsequent cases were just kills for fun. No one really dared to say the word and mean it after all... Until now. This elf certainly looked like he meant it.

" Begone or get beheaded! Oh what will become of the world when guards and servants start treating the noble kind so unfairly and rudely."

Thanks to this gnome, the elf was sent scrambling away. Vladimir decided he'll leave this to settle later. Right now, the 4 carts of Red Dragonglass would suffice. No doubt it'll cost Final quite a fortune, nothing can't really be settled with a little of embezzling. The King won't mind it. He can't.

"Well, Final will pay the sum in full. I have quite a sack of gold here, but it's likely not enough for now. Take it though, and tell us the balance at our Headquarters. We'll pay it directly to the people who deliver the Red Dragonglass to us."

Vladimir pulled out a sack of gold from his pocket, startling everyone who saw. The sack of gold was filled and so big that it definitely couldn't fit into the pocket, yet he pulled it out from there. Tossing the sack on the ground before the gnome, he bowed in a mock gentlemanly fashion. He turned and left, but not before snapping his fingers. A scream echoes within the building, loud enough to silence everyone, even the orcs nearby.

It was an inhuman scream, one that can only be associated with a monstrosity - the "Darksworn". The elf that had called Vladimir a "Snake" was screaming in that fashion as he staggered after the Rank 3. "Be sure to add the additional costs of losing this guard, I don't want to hurt our business dealings so I'll cull him outside, okay? Ha ha ha!" Waving the elf over, he laughed as he slit his throat open with his bare fingers. Tentacles of shadow sprouted from the ground and began flinging the elf's body about, almost as if to dry him. Blood splattered all around the streets outside, but not on the headquarters.

"Your headquarters is still clean, good sir. Ha ha!"

Vladimir guffawed as he took one last glance at the body, still hung upside down by his shadowy limbs.

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[Events List]
Genesis


The Rank 3


Vladimir "the Darksworn" has powers of manipulation over some unknown minions of shadow. According to witnesses, these shadow minions are actually enormous demons of shadow who only show a small portion of them to help Vladimir - and that it is possible for Vladimir to call out the entire demon to fight for him.


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The Rank 1 of Genesis is looking for helpers. Approach his contact (a female elf) at the tavern named "On Horseback".



Tip: The Rank 1 of Genesis is also known as "Main Droite".

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It was a tricky situation. On one hand he could milk a gigantic amount of gold coin from the deal. On the other hand the elven guard was just slaughtered in his sight. In front of the holy halls of Ao. The dwarven bard was a bit puzzled by looking at the old gnomes face. So cold and emotionless it rarely was. He was aware that the elf had brought his fate upon him, but just one movement and the gnome could have saved the elf and held off the shadows of the Darksworn. True, the shadow servant could have slaughtered half of the guilds guards even without his shadows and demons, but he would have fallen eventually. Even the Vadoks servants could have been beaten by the spellswords. At the same time fighting a member of Final would have brought the final wrath of Final on the guild, but that wouldn't have been much different from the constant assassination attempts. But it still seemed bizarre to the bard, very bizarre indeed. In fact, this wasn't the first time in Fantasia that his lord had acted in a fashion unusual and unexpected for him. Take into consideration that Lord Black stayed more than half of his days in Fantasia in the dark and deep dungeons under the ornate merchants hall. This was more than enough evidence for the true servant of Mr. Black to see that something was off. But what could have he done, after all, even he had sworn an oath of blood to serve his lord. The bard gave a glance back at the poolroom and sent a flying word that none other than the lady Clyuue could hear.

" I heard that Main Droite is looking for help. If you wish, go to on Horseback tavern and you will find his contact or him for certain." These magical notes of the lutes that were heard just as music to others were actual words ringin within the ears of the lady. A very high level of bardish magic, but very useful to charm noble women.

" Don't bother to seek refuge in this hall. I'm afraid of my master and his deeds. It seems to me that gold and greed has taken over his noble heart. Now bugger off ... before its too late, lady Cheytan!" The bards wits and knowledge was enough to impress everyone and many believe that's why the gnomish merchant and healer well known as Mother Theresa took him to his service. For almost two hundred years they had adventured together and helped the poor and weak. And now they had been put in Fantasia for ages, too long for the dwarfs liking.

As the Darksworn gave a last glance to the dead body, a shadow not much different from the shadows of his demons appeared close to him. But this one reminded more of a human shadow than that of a monstrous entity.

" Tell Enigma that I wish full autonomy and lower taxes for my neutrality in the soon to come conflicts!" The shadows whispers were in a different language, but for certain in a language of shadows that the Darksworn must have known.

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Vadok - One, two, three? .... Now this IS scary!
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There were shadows flying through the skies of Fantasia and there were shadows in the hidden alleys of the city. Then there were those of a different kind, huge frightening things. Stoneskins. Three of them were smashing their way through alleys of all width and style. But what was in common was that all of them were basically empty. As those three run faster and faster, casting all kinds of mysterious buffs, another three started to appear not far from them. But they were running in a different fashion. Might have been cause they were running for their lives. As the stoneskins got closer, words from the escaping three could be heard.

" Vadok.... this will cost you more than 400 shall we actually survive!" The frightened voice of D was more than enough to scare Craven even further. You could almost see tears in his eyes. And then the third one, the warlock from before, stopped.

" You continue, I will hold these focking druids!" He knew his words were of no importance and Vadok would have continued running in any case. As the three druids coated with stone were getting closer, the warlock released a fury of different elemental spells, hoping to find a weakness.

As D was leading the way through tens and tens of streets, passages and alleys, his muscles started to ache. He was panting heavily and sweat was falling down his forehead. Yet Vadoks endurance was something to behold. D was in a good shape, much more fit than the average man of Fantasia. And next to him was an orc wearing much heavier gear and clothing then he, weighing much more. Somehow though the orc didn't seem to be tired at all, he wasn't even gasping air but breathing as if he had been in his bed, having a nice and comfy nap. Seconds later, two of the stoneskins appeared in an alley in front of them. One of them had been burnt pretty hard as some of the stones had turned to coal black. Other looked as good as he had been not long ago.

" The warlock ... you said they won't be able to beat him ... you said he is the strongest warlock .... you have." D was frightened as badly as Vadok was. But he was still able to speak, Craven was nought but speechless from fear.
The two extremely powerful druids were getting closer and closer until D believed he was dead in one more step. As the stone fist whistled through air and was about to crush D, something happened. Vadok seemed to pay no heed and continued running, but D looked back. One of the stonemen had roots tangling his legs. The very same roots that the druids used before to kill the second orc guard Craven had taken with him. As the second stoneskin saw what had happened to his fellow druid, he jumped to right, turned around and started running, for his life this time. The entangled stoneskin soon lost his stone armour and elvish ears were revealed. Then he burst into flames and soon after turned to ashes. D was still running, but somewhat slower. As he turned his look back to front, he was close to an heart attack. Three very very big orcs were standing in front of them. Vadok run into one of them, making both of them fall. A rather monstrous laughter took over the other two orcs. As D stumbled backwards to escape, a hand touched his shoulder.

" Since when does my brother, the great bane of the dragonbane, need humans to watch out for his sorry ass?" The voice came from the orc whose rather small hand was holding D tight. It seemed as two consecutive frights had been more than enough for the geologist to release his bladder.

" He even wets his pants like you." Another beastly laughter shot through the ranks of orcs. It came appearant that more and more orcs had gathered around them. Within the shadows there were some others, definitely not orcs. Something of different race.

" Ah ... you are as rude as always dear younger brother. Haven't the high elves of Highgarden taught you some elvish manners?" It seemed as the fear had entirely left Craven as he stood up, padded on the back of the orc who he had stumbled upon moments before and grinned.

" Not the High elves, their manners do not fit our kind. But the drows have."

" The drows should have taught you how to make sure no-one follows you. As You were followed my friends! By bloody highgarden High druids ... nasty and powerful bunch. Killed my finest warlock and almost got this small human." Cravens voice wasn't as friendly as it had been before. He looked around and noticed the people in the shadows.

" You have brought some drows with you? Of which lord?" Vadok demanded to know as he walked into one of the houses right next to him. In front of him a rather big hall appeared. Wooden and well decorated, it looked exactly like a tavern looks from inside. Plenty of chairs and plenty of tables. And more drows and orcs than there were chairs.

" I represent 7 lords of the drows!" The whisper was so faint that Vadok almost missed it. But he didn't, that much was obvious. His mouth opened wide up and only laughter of true joy came out. 7 lords of drows had served his great ancestor, the drow warlord. Not once after the fall of the Vadoks empire had 7 lords of the drows been united under the Vadoks banner. But now the time had come again.

" My dear brothers, it seems that the Vadoks clan is finally united!" With those words, his younger brother, much smaller then him yet with similar features, came up him and hugged him. As he hugged, he raised the bigger and older brother and spun him around in air. Cheers could be heard from everywhere around the sort of tavern. Only now did D regain his senses and started to keep a close eye on the meeting to start any moment. While looking around the bunch of orcs and drows, he realised that there were three orcs with elvish ears in the hall. The one his boss called younger brother and then another one further in the hall, sitting behind a big round table. A giant even within the orc kind, part of his skull could be seen on the right side of the huge head. He knew who that one was. The second most famous Vadok of the modern era, brother of the great dragonbane and uncle to Craven. The Giant Skull. Much more infamous than the dragonbane who was often considered a great hero as he slaughtered many of the dragons who threatened the great cities to the East. It was said that at the age of fifteen, the Giant Skull challenged a giant in a brawl of fists. He won, of course. But payed quite the price. Part of the flesh covering his skull had been ripped away and never did it grow back.

OOC: Btw, it's just a meeting. The two Vadoks will leave the city soon. Just saying so you would know that I'm not trying to godmod as a single Vadok is crazy strong. Then just think of three in Fantasia :D But this meeting will add a lot of depth to Vadoks personal story and history and will explain some future acts of his.
 
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Elvire Orleans
Escape into the Moonlight

After Elvire landed on the nearby house she continued to move as far as the limited healing would take her, not looking back. She began running, jumping from building to building, but her movements were a little sluggish now with fatigue and injury starting to catch up to her. As she continued her flight, Elvire started to look down. Once she saw that no one came over to pursue her, she began to land on top of a large house, exhausted from what happened, she got down on one knee and started panting, trying to catch her breath.
 
Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

Fickleness of a Merchant.


Clyuue was grateful for the clothes. It was probably the best disguise she can have for leaving the Halls. For what its worth, her Dark Lord armour could be stashed nearby and be retrieved at a later date. Through this method, Clyuue could arrive safely back at the Cheytan sectors. Even Vadok's force cant overrun it without serious decimation of his forces. Just as a few of her buckles were loosened, words rang from within her ears.

I heard that Main Droite is looking for help. If you wish, go to on Horseback tavern and you will find his contact or him for certain."

That was unexpected.

Don't bother to seek refuge in this hall. I'm afraid of my master and his deeds. It seems to me that gold and greed has taken over his noble heart. Now bugger off ... before its too late, lady Cheytan!"

Extremely unexpected. Right now, the old gnome could potentially sell her off to Final. With this many Orcs running around AND the Rank Three from Final, it was close to suicide to not move away from this potential danger. There was no time. Clyuue would have to take to the roof to escape once more. Since it was now repaired, she'd have to do some property damage, but like she said, all cost will be recompensed. Quickly and quietly, she snuck back up to the attic, thankful that the path didnt have a direct line of sight from the main hall. Back in the musty room, Clyuue slid the sharp blades between the wooden roof and a clean square was soon sliced open. Before bounding out the hole, Clyuue grabbed a large spread of traveller brown cloth and draped it over her shoulder. Most of her armour was now covered and it should suffice. With both hands, Clyuue hoisted herself up and out

Most of the search parties have moved on so it was relatively safe. It was time to contact her home. With a finger curled, Clyuue gave a quick warble, before a small pigeon descended onto her shoulder. Quickly scribbling instructions to rent a room at the tavern and to get her Divine Emissary armour there, she shoved the note into the small tube and let it fly off. Given the proximity and readiness of her retainers, they should have everything prepared by the time she reached her destination. Something else on the roof caught her attention though. Clyuue could hear laboured breathing somewhere on the roof. Glancing around the corner, she spotted Elvire. Since the Rank 5 was involved in this mess because of her, she had to get her out. Making no wasted movement, Clyuue stepped from the shadows.

Elvire Orleans. We must move. The "Darksworn" is downstairs below and i may very well have been given away right now. So, we must move. Your allies are waiting at the Horseback Tavern. So if you can stand, lets get going.

Swiftly without a pause, Clyuue walked past her and with a quick scan of the back alleys, dropped like a cat down to the ground floor. Any more heavy roof running and the locals would call for the guards back. The alleyways are dark and shadowed at this time so no one should see them if they snuck around quietly, something that both warriors should have no issues with
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Elvire Orleans
The Next Objective

Elvire Orleans. We must move. The "Darksworn" is downstairs below and i may very well have been given away right now. So, we must move. Your allies are waiting at the Horseback Tavern. So if you can stand, lets get going.

The Felidian turned around and she saw a cloaked figure walk past her. She had no clue whether or not she was an ally or not. But she of course seemed to pay no mind to the Felidian. Without her asking a question, Elvire saw the woman look down and jump down into the alleyway.

After a few minutes to catch her breath she would begin to stand up and pick up her spear, jumping down into the alleyway, and staying on one knee to recover. Placing her spear on the magic plate on her back, she held her hand on the grip of her Misericorde Knife, using the shadows and the dark color of her armor to sneak her way through the alleyways to the Horseback Tavern.
 
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The "tavern" had been divided into three areas. On the left, there were three big tables, each of them hosting around fifteen orcs. The one closest of the three was a sight to behold. Every single orc sitting behind that table looked something like a king in the orc society, so well crafted were their swords, helms, crowns, plate mails and other pieces of gear. D thought he knew two of them for their extremely outstanding looks, but he wasn't sure as he had only hear of orcs similar to those two in well spread rumours and songs. One he thought was the famous sellsword who had killed twenty Elven spellswords alone, a feat that D didn't believe possible. The other seemed to be who they called the King of the North. Far far North-East from Fantasia was a kingdom that was constantly warring with the goblin and orcish lords. But as the orcs and goblins rarely teamed up, the kingdom never felt truly threatened. Until the day this giant who he believed was a king was born. At the age of 15 he had united all the orcish lords and tricked all of the bigger goblin lords to battle against the kingdom, weakening both. The King took over the goblins land and became the biggest threat to the Northern kingdom known as Scanda. After years of war Scanda fell to the King in the North. But what would a king be doing this far South-West in Fantasia, that did D not know. In truth as Highgarden was directly South to Scandia, the threat of High-Elves was too big to not have any allies. Therefore the Vadoks who had once ruled over Scandia seemed the best of all allies.

The section to the left was extremely loud as expected from orcs. Further right from them were two tables, both hosting around ten drows. They were much less noisy and seemed to be having an intelligent discussion. Now D was seated somewhere where he didn't like to be seated. Diagonally few meters away from both parties stood a table perpendicular to the other tables. He, the cartographer, had been seated on the very left, closest to the orcs. That had been enough to make him sweat. On his right was the Giant Skull. Something that made him almost cry out of fear. Further on the table sat Vadok, wearing a bizarre looking crown with the symbol of Vadoks carved out of a black diamond, a gem so rare that D hadn't even glimpsed on it before. On Vadoks right sat his younger brother, wearing a heavy plate mail of black steel. On his chestplate was the emblem of Vadoks crafted of rubies. And there they were, shouting over the orcs and at times demanding silence to hear the drows. For hours they went on and on, speaking of various names, some of which D had known but most which he never heard of. He tried to follow everything, but pits and pieces he missed or did not understand. What's worse, some of the drows spoke in Elvish and some of the orcs in orcish. But they seemed to understand each-other well enough. Only he was left out of those parts of conversations. All in all, it was mostly about organising some kind of attack on a city he didn't know. Ka Mate Talofa. What he didn't know was that Ka Mate Talofa was Highgarden in orcish.

" My dear comrades and followers. Tomorrow you will head off back towards Ka Mate Talofa, but not as servants of the High Elves of their Highgarden, but as future masters of Ka Mate Talofa!" Vadoks voice was much braver and so fierce that it even managed to frigthen the cartographer. Cheers came from both ranks, the drows and the orcs.

" The Vadok Hall together with all the Vadoks shall put the elven quarters in flames from inside and try to overrun the castle. They ought to be able to get the castle by surprise and hold it from the huge garrison in the city the elves have gather in fear of the King in the North. Some say there are more then fifty thousand of elves and men with a sword, bow or a staff. Something too rough for Vadoks alone. But Vadoks are not alone, they are together with the mighty lords of the surrounding lands!"

"TOGETHER" Roared the orcs.

"Together!" Said the drows in a polite and mannerful way.

" The King of the North has brought thirty thousand orcs to the lands of Highgarden. They are sieging the Northern forts and by the time you return, they will be upon the city. There's no reason to believe that they would dare to meet the orcs on fields. No, they will hide themselves behind the walls like the weak high elves always do!" His voice was getting louder and more fierce with every word he said. His authority seemed to have grown enough to mostly silence the otherwise so loud and unorganised orcish ranks.

" That's when the Vadoks take the castle from within, leaving the army of elves between the castle and the city walls, stuck. By that time, our drow friends from East will have arrived with a host of at least ten thousand elves and men of their lands."

" Twelve thousand we believe!" Interrupted the drow who seemed to be the oldest of their party.

" If that's not enough to scare the high elves to surrender, the proud orc clans of the lands of Ka Mate will be able to bring another ten thousand. That means we are almost equal in numbers, but we have elite warriors and they are just frightened and fragile high-elves. And then, my uncle comes with the giants he has gather from even further North then Scandia. Five hundred war hungry giants they say, enough to destroy the walls and storm the city." By that time, almost everyone had stood up.

" But if that's not enough to slaughter each and every of the disgusting high-elves of Highgarden, my little brother over here claims to have tamed a dragon!"

" Dragon knight! " Some of the orcs shouted. Vadoks little brother grinned and stood up.

" Two weeks from today and Highgarden will fall and Ka Mate Talofa along with the empire of Vadoks will raise! FOR VADOKS!" The younger brothers authority seemed to be even higher then that of Cravens and it was enough to flame the fierce souls and hearts of the orcs. From that point till the next morning, the orcs were drinking heavily. Many a fight was fought that night between the ranks of orcs, but that D thought was only common for their kind. But it were not the fights that had his attention. No ... it was Highgarden, a neighbouring kingdom a weeks journey on horse to East. And a civil war. But not just some lame revolution, but true war. 50 000 men of arms in Highgarden serving Highgarden. Probably another 50 000 would be mobilised from the townfolk. Might be that some of them support Vadoks. But even then more than fifty thousand soldiers. And then the huge walls of Highgardens city. What he once thought impossible to conquer seemed likely now. Vadoks will have the elves stuck between the castle and the city walls. They could starve them out, but by knowing the orcish kind, they would storm the walls. And they had the force to do it. D had heard of giants in far nothern lands, but he never believed one to come down further South then Scandia. Then the drow lords of the east, famous they were for their lust for war and battle. Then the mighty orcs of north, the orc clans of the lands of Highgarden that had been a bother to them for hundreds of years. To top it all of, a dragon knight .... but even then D had no idea which side could win.

As the morning sun shined through the few windows of the tavern, the orcs and drows left. Most of them shook hands with Craven and bowed in front of him like a great lord, but some just grinned at the Vadok and left without saying a word. The last to leave were the Giant Skull and Cravens younger brother, the dragonknight.

" Craven ... I truly hope you have accomplished what you came here to do and can promise that Fantasia won't support the High elves in the war?" The tone of speech of the Giant Skull was so low that you couldn't almost make out what he said.

" They won't ... they have their own worries. I have heard rumours of a coup and it might very well be the truth. Then Final has me, one they trust and one they are very aware of. I control a small army and now that you brought me fifty fine orcs from Ka Mate Talofa together with the twenty drows who I got as a gift of loyalty from the drow lords, I host a host big enough to start a little coup of my own. In addition the king is Finals puppet, unable to act on his own. So it seems like your rear is safe." A coup of his own? D was puzzled by Vadoks words.
 
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[OOC: I must apologize for being sidetracked by the latest Mass Effect recently. Hehehe.
The ending sucks
Those who approach the bartender will be directed as mentioned. Time to move the role play a day forward.]



Fantasia Horseback Tavern
The Assistant of "Main Droite" of Genesis


"I'm sure they'll enjoy it!"


The man shook his head as he buried his face in his hands. To think he would be entrusted yet another mission by "Main Droite". He was just a lowly bartender who was constantly pushed around by the thugs from Final, that is, until Main Droite came by and extended his protection. Even though Genesis held little sway in the city, that name was powerful enough to deter any further attempts at bullying. While he was grateful for his assistance, the favors asked of him seemed too much at times.


This, perhaps, was one of the simpler favor that he asked.



"So... I'll direct all those who ask for 'Main Droite' to... the Mercenary's Guild outside Fantasia huh... Tsk. He's going so far this time. That'll take about a half a day... Oh well."http://finalfantasyforums.net/showthread.php?t=51790&page=4

[Events List]
Genesis


Main Droite
Those looking for Main Droite will be directed to the Mercenary's Guild, which is half a day's journey by foot. It is located south of Fantasia, and is right beside a path leads up to the Red Mountain. The Guild is particularly infamous for the cheap mercenary services and the tendency to betray clients.



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(OOC:....My God. I thought this WASN'T Being posted in. Well shitballsapalooza! I need to catch up!)

<Patroklos Sonata ~Sequence breaking~>

Patroklos eye twitched.

"Pardon, my friend. what do you mean, he isn't here?"

The Treasurer had been absent for many a day. Yet no one felt the need to inform anybody of it? Ridiculous. Something was up. The air was thick with lies.

"I-I'm sorry sir. but he isn't here at the moment!" The grunt shivered. Trying to stand up to Patroklos. He Failed miserably, Patroklos was exuding an aura of pure anger and was daring anyone in the vicinity to try and challenge him

Patroklos glared even more. "may I ask, Where he went then?"

"I'm sorry, He said not to tell any-" "His Words hold no authority! Now where did he go!"

The little sneaktheif had ran off. and had conned someone into believing he had athourity within the resistance? Pathetic. He slammed his hands down. a warning to the terrified grunt. Patroklos expected an answer.

The grunt seethed for a moment, before grabbing his weapon, a Simple sword and bolting. Patroklos gave a roar and charged after the little bastard. Gripping his Weapons he sliced at the mole's back. The clink of his sword on the chainmail he wore surprized the thing enough to falter.

Patroklos grabbing the boy around the waist and slammed him down to earth. before leaning over top of him.

"Now...I give you one last chance...Where did the traitor go?" The grunt spat in his face.

..Silence echoed throughout the clearing. saliva Dripping off Patroklos face. Red flashed in his vision and he wiped his face on the mole's uniform. Pinning him down with he knee's. he re collected his sword before pointing it at him as a final warning. Yet the grunt still continued to fight! The bastard reached for his sword in a vain attempt to fight back!

YEt Patroklos plunged his sword deep into the throat of the mole. Blood seeping out of the wound and coating the sword a red, Removing his blade and standing up. Patroklos looked at the lifeless body before him. Shaking his head, he collected his thoughts. he needed to find the treasurer, The guy was a traitor. and was handling the Mercenaries money.

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<Patroklos sonata ~Sequence break 2~>

Patroklos had wandered around the guild for quite a while. The many inhabitants avoiding him after her earlier spectacle of killing a traitor. While things like this we're never held in high regard, Many left the killer alone after his kill. For anger usually still seeped through the veins of those who have done the deed.

Patroklos sighed and closed his eyes. he had no lead on the traitor, and the only person who could tell him was currently rotting away some feet from the guild's doorstep. the body was probably moved, but the analogy was the same.

'Hopefully' Patroklos thought.

Cracking his neck, Patroklos returned to his room to think, bottle of alcohol in hand as he pondered on the wearabouts of the traitor.

A Knock to his door startled him out of his thoughts. "Come in." Patroklos ground out.

the door was opened and a young recruit came in. nodding his thanks he spoke aloud. "Sir? The Treasurer has.. returned. and after your Earlier spectacle We are holding him for your..interrogation"

Patroklos was silent. before breaking out into a giant grin. "Why thank you my friend!" Patroklos winked "I shall see too my interrogation. Come by my room so i can thank your...properly." Patroklos gave a winning smile before bouncing out the door.

Yes, his suggestion was lewd, but it was all he could really offer, after all he was Patroklos sonata. The bad boy and the omnisexual.

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<Patroklos Sonata ~Sequence breaking- interrogation of a traitor ~ Discoveries~>

Patroklos sonata walked into the main lobby of the guild. the treasurer was looking angry and grim. surrounded by the many guards of the guild.

Patroklos sinisterly walked up to the man. the treasurer looked up and stared at him. Hatred bursting out of him.

"May I ask What you are doin-" "Shut up."

Silence echoed. Patroklos smiled. excellent way to get someone to shut up.

"You will speak when I tell you too. got it? Certain accusations...have come to light about you. and from the actions of your doppleganger, i say they are quite true!"

Patroklos continued, the lobby was filling in, no better place to apply pressure then infront of a crowd.

" First, he tried to lie. then he tried to escape. And thirdly..." Patroklos leaned into the mans face. causing him to lean back. "He tried to kill me. now what does that say about you?"

The Treasurer attempted to find words. "Well- I-I would assume- You could've scared him- Where is he now?"

Patroklos smiled minuetly. "in hell." He said. Simplicity wafting out of his mouth that the plague during that time long ago. Patroklos idly raised his sword.some remnants of blood still clung to it. Anger filled the treasurer's face.

"How dare you! He was just a young child! I Refuse to say a word to you!"

Patroklos narrowed his eyes. "I wouldn't complain, if you don't get off scot free worse things will happen to you. And he was 28 years old- That's not exactly young." Patroklos pointed his blade at the mans throat.

"and you will talk, because your life hangs in the balance, Mon cheri"

(OOC: No, I will not show any "actvities" don't worry, I know you wouldn't want them. They'll just be mentioned in passing if it happens.
 
OOC: I edited in a post further above bout the meeting of the orcs. Anyway, I'm going to send my dwarf to the mercenaries guild instead of my actual character, if that's fine?

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Mr. Black - My loyal bard!
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After the gnome had cleaned up the mess in front of the guild hall and fixed the part of the roof that the lady in dark armour had broken to take her leave, he returned to the bath. While bathing, he commanded his merchants to ready the dragonglass and the guards to arm theirselves heavily to see that the carts will be paid for. During all of that, the little red haired dwarvish bard was singing a song made once by the gnomes to praise Ao. The "Mother Theresa" had heard that song often as a kid trying to learn the sacred art of protecting others. This very song triggered something in his heart and he made a little change of plans.

" Dori! I did not plan to aid Main Droite, but we might as well. But I, I can't leave the hall. I could lose this all if I was to leave it unprotected." The gnomes words came as a surprise to the bard, but deep in his heart he had hoped for it. They had had a long discussion earlier that day and it had seemed that the old wizard wasn't interested in helping Genesis any more. But this proved otherwise.

" You are to go and help them Dori! And I believe you have wasted enough time. Go!" The dwarf was as loyal as bards could get and stood up. He bowed elegantly for his kind and left the bathhouse.

" My lord ... what are you plotting I wonder ..."
 
OOC: So we talk to the bartender or the young elf? Ill go with bartender for now.

Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

Anti climatic.

Their trip from the Merchant Hall to the Horseback was rather dull. With the ruckus from the Orc search, everyone was sticking to themselves and out of the alleyways. It was good. That meant no one would be sticking their heads out into trouble and those that were out would avoid the suspicious bulky shape bustling through the dark. Dealing with Orcs wasn't fun so most likely, they'd just pretend they didn't see anything. Both warriors eventually got to the back of the Horseback Tavern without incident, but it was time to split temporarily.

I thank you for your assistance at the warehouse and i do apologise for leaving you without notice. However, i must depart. So farewell and may we meet again.

In a flash, Clyuue dashed away from site around the corner and disappeared without waiting for any response. Rather than disappear, she had just stealthily launched herself onto the first floor roof and clambered onto the third floor towards a window with a wind chime hanging from the sill.

Knock Knock.... Knock.

Upon knocking the code, the window swung open and several hands shot out and pulled the heavy armour knight in before swiftly shutting. When Clyuue got to her feet, 6 female attendants bowed on their knees.

Lady Clyuue. We apologise for the rough handling just then.

Never mind it. Have you completed the task i ask of you?

Yes Ma'am. We shall begin at your discretion.

Lifting her arms, five began to quickly attend to the Noble, removing the armour at record speed whilst the last guarded by the door. Since the blood had been cleaned off the armour, there was no need to be careful of leaving any stains or evidence. Within several minutes, Clyuue had been stripped down to just her bare back and was quickly wiped down any sweat or grime. The gnome may have cleaned her armour, but her body was another thing. Clyuue wanted to feel refreshed anyway. Just as quick as removing, she had her Divine Emissary Armour strapped on and Gremory back at her side.

You six stay here for the night. Have the night off, but have at least two in the room to look after the gear. Take it back tomorrow, okay?

Yes my lady.

Now without a helm stuck over her head, Clyuue breathed in deep. The air was obviously stale and stank of alcohol, but it was better than breathing through a visor with the iron smell of blood. Casually as if she had been upstairs the entire time, Clyuue descended from the stairs. Of course, she drew several odd stares. After all, some High Born Noble Cheytan just waltzed down in full armour from the middle of nowhere. She had taken some time, so Clyuue hoped that she would be able to catch Elvire somewhere at the bar. Still glancing around, Clyuue leaned on the wooden counter top and pulled her beautiful face closer to the old bartender. Her eyes slid side to side still, seeing if she could spot the Feldian Dragoon amongst the crowd.

Hello barkeeper. I was wondering, if you have something a bit more quality.... do you happen to have some Main Droite? Or maybe some Cheytan Spice?

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Elvire Orleans
I Need a Drink

The alleyways were nice to hide away, a hidden network from the public, and most especially from the orcs. Eventually she landed behind the Tavern building, where she found the same hooded woman out there.

I thank you for your assistance at the warehouse and i do apologise for leaving you without notice. However, i must depart. So farewell and may we meet again.

"Fair enough. see you later, friend." Elvire said after the woman took off around the corner. Elvire on the other hand just took the back entrance into the tavern. She would quickly move out of the kitchen and into the bar itself. Looking around to find someone, she instead found the Number 3 ranking member of Genesis, Clyuue oz Soleire YEqeiyu sitting nearby, her eyes shifting to see where the Knight was. The Felidian Dragon Knight sat on a stool beside her and asked the bartender. "Give me something hard on the rocks."
 
[OOC: Neat. From here on, I'll have plenty of sidequests to tempt you all. Sure. The dwarf could be sent along. If he does play a bigger role though, maybe you may want to have a bio up.]

 Fantasia Some alley within the city

Assistant of "Main Droite", the Bar Keeper


"Cheytan Spice," mumbled the bar keeper as he pretended to look around his bar for the said drink or ingredient, or what not. He had no idea what that is, but he wasn't going to let that be known. Not to someone who looks this high-ranking! "I must apologize, we do not seem to have that here. We do have a little of Main Droite though."



He fluidly picked up his cheapest bottle of beer and lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper, he said," That cheap idiot has left southwards for the Mercenary Guild." Grabbing a glass from his counter, he placed it in front of the Cheytan noble and filled the glass as if that was the only thing he had done. His message had been delivered, now it was time to move on. "Give me something hard on the rocks." Here comes a business opportunity.


Bending under his bar, he pried open a rusty sliding door that revealed his most expensive stash. Picking a random bottle from the many, he smiled to the Felidian customer who looked really familiar. He scooped a glass full of ice and began filling it up with the drink. "Here, ma'am. Our bar's most prized whisky, on the rocks."


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[Events List]
Genesis
Final
Neutral


The bar was filled with a cacophony of voices. Some of them rings out with a clear opportunity for self-improvement in some way or another.


A Mystical Blade
A drunk patron laments the loss of his friends who ventured with him into the Cursed Forests east of Fantasia. He swears at the rumors suggesting at the magic-defying nature of the blade he calls "Defiance".

If interested, it seems the Cursed Forests east of Fantasia is the place to search. It is possible to approach the patron for more information if he weren't so drunk.

Pet... Dragon?
A self-proclaimed beast tamer is boasting about how he subdued a dragon. He claims the beast has now submitted to his control and is willing to do his bidding.

Dragons are known to be ferociously powerful creatures due to their ability to use magic besides their fire-breathing and razor sharp claws.

Red Dragonglass Mine
A businessman appears to be arguing with a miner about a red dragonglass mine recently discovered outside Fantasia. The miner claims there are far too many ferocious beasts within and is requesting a strong squad of warriors. The businessman is simply unwilling to spend any more money and demands the miner fulfills his end of the bargain.

Red Dragonglass is known to be extremely expensive for it's aesthetic beauty and resistance to magic. Procuring this supply of the gemstone will definitely be a profitable source of income to any faction (or individual).
 
OOC: Okiedokie, I'm gonna upload a bio for the dwarf a bit later. Probably on the morrow.
Oh and thanks for these sub-guests.
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Merchants of Ao - Striving for the gold! Part 1
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Earlier that morning:

It was a clear morning, sun peeking through two mountain tops from far away. The windless air was just at the right temperature to feel refreshing yet not cold. Flowers were waking from their beds and rose their beautiful blossoms towards the soon to come light. As the sun rose, a big shadow was cast on many a building. A high and ornate hall stole and hid the sun from dozens of buildings every morning. While the marmor walls reflected some of the sun back, the mysterious partially red roof seemed to suck all the sunlight that touched its surface. Within that mysterious hall, a dwarf and a gnome were having a rather serious conversation for a day that lovely.

" So you say the mine is overrun by fierce monsters? Hah ... gather a party of twenty spellswords and fifty sellswords from within my bannermen and send them out to the mine to take it from the monsters." Lord of the Merchants of Ao was more than just happy, that much was clear. His eyes were shining, his cheeks were raised high up and his tone reflected the joyful mood he was in. In truth, he was in seventh heaven. The only red dragonglass mine in the lands of Fantasia could very soon be his and his only.

" About that merchant investor of the mine, just send any of the five master merchants to buy him off by offering a big compensation. " The old gnome, James, couldn't stay put. So big was his joy and happiness. For certain he could earn back the money he spent on building the hall if not earn even more profit.

" You know Dori ... I never expected to have a chance to earn back the money I invested in this hall, not at least this soon. But Ao has been merciful to his loyal servants." As Dori listened, he picked a tune on his lute. A tune that Lord Black knew. A song to praise the god Ao.

"What about the miners?" The red haired dwarf inquired while raising the tempo of the song. The gnome could do nought but grin.

" They ain't mining there now and they won't be mining there in the future. Unless they are happy to work for me for decent coin." Dori put his lute away and stood from his seat.

" Yes My lord." The red haired dwarf was also smiling at the idea of obtaining a red dragonglass mine for the guild. Without wasting a further moment, he took his leave to organise the party and to find a perfect merchant to buy off the initial investor.

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Vadok - There's money to be made
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It was a dark hall, ornated and decorated in a foreign fashion unknown to the cartographer known as D. He had been in the hall for just an hour and therefore felt rather uncomfortable. The atmosphere was dark, the air was humid, stuffy and fuggy. The few fired torches lighting the far edges of the hall were nowere enough to bring warmth and light to the spacious room. Far from a comfy feeling, D was staring at one of the torches that cast evil looking shadows on the wall as it flickered. Just as he fell deep into thought, a loud echo of the furthest of the doors opening rung in his ears, giving him a slight fright. He knew that what frightened him was enough to scare Vadok. He looked to his left only to see Craven shaking out of fear.

" Who's there?" Vadok demanded with a surprisingly fierce voice, considering that he must have been frightened to the bits.

"Erwynd, the drow of the Shadowlands. Your faithful servant!" These words were enough to settle Vadoks fears and stop him from shaking. Even though both D and the half-orc knew that there were hundreds and hundreds of guards and warriors in this underground fortress, Craven was still a coward like none else and therefore was constantly frightened. This fortress alone should have been enough to free anyone of all fears had it been a bit more homely. As it was located right below Vadoks official home/hall, quite a bit under the ground level, there were no windows to bring in the rays of sun. Isolation from sun gave this place an uneasy atmosphere and an uneasy setting made a safe-haven feel rather unsafe.

" What news you bring me?" Cravens voice was still the same, fierce and loud. As the drow came closer, Vadok stood up to welcome him with a nod and a hand shake.

" The mine you sent me out to buy... it seems that the Merchants of Ao had sent a big party of sellswords out this afternoon to cleanse it of the monsters." Even though these words sounded bad to D, Vadok grinned.

" This means we don't have to fight the monsters, just the sellswords. Gather fifty warriors of the orcish kind and a few of your rangers to ambush them just outside of the mines." The drow grinned and was about to take his leave when Craven interrupted him.

" What concerns the rightful merchant investor, kill him or let the drows kill him whenever they get the chance."

EDIT: I might still add plenty of stuff to this post, but it depends if someone posts or not. If someone does post, I will just write the stuff in the next post instead of editing it in here.
 
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OOC: Tired. make short post. Also, ME3 ending was kinda bleh

Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

And there she is...​

" That cheap idiot has left southwards for the Mercenary Guild."

Clyuue chuckled slightly at the barkeeper. She thought that was somewhat apt for some reason. Taking the glass that was handed to her, she swirled it for a bit before letting the liquid slide down her throat. Te barkeeper wasn't cheap, unlike her colleague. It was pretty high quality liquor that he had given her. Unlike the unsophisticated dumb muscles that were going crazy around the tavern, Clyuue enjoyed the golden liquid.

"Give me something hard on the rocks."

To her side, Clyuue spotted Elvire. It was perfect. She managed to catch the Dragoon. Turning over to the Feldian, Clyuue went to grab her attention.

Hello Ms Orleans. What a coincidence to meet you here. Do you come here often?
 
OOC: Also exhasuted. Had an all-night gig in a bar ... pretty tough work. And now need to do some uni stuff ... so yeah, a rather short post for my standards.

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Dori The Bard - This doesn't look too good ...
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As the red haired dwarven bard had made his way through the alleys and streets between the guild and the tavern, his skillful lute picking had attracted quite a crowd to follow him. If it came to music, Dori knew exactly when to play what song. Playing tunes that were loved by the common folk of Fantasia, Dori often walked through the busier night streets. Sometimes other bards joined him, but more often he was a lone singer. If not to consider the spectators who mumbled something similar to words. He did it for two reasons. First it was hard for him not to play if he had any instrument with him. Secondly, the city streets were safer if people who adored you were accompaning you. He had also considering of hiring some professional bodyguards, but in the end decided to go for the support of the small folk.
As he was ready to enter the tavern, he stopped, turned around and smiled to the listeners.

" Thank you for your company and till the next time!" The crowd cheered as Dori entered the tavern. A few came with him, thirsty for more music and beer, the rest ventured off elsewhere. It didn't take longer than a few seconds for the dwarf to notice the lady Clyuue and Elvire, the dragoon. Both members of the mercenary guild Genesis. While Dori himself was not officially a member, many considered him that. Countless times had he been in the halls of Genesis Head Quarters and played tunes to cheer the mercs. He knew that the two a bit further away from him were here to hear more about Main Droite. Dori himself might have been there for the same reason hadn't his magical singing birds informed him where he was supposed to go just before. But why was he there?
As his eyes run through the crowds, a slight fear rushed through his body. He noticed four drows, all holding low profile separately.

" No way that 4 drows would come here all alone without a reason ... they must be Vadoks .. yeah, definately they are Vadoks." He searched for something in his memories. Searched and searched and finally found. He knew that one of the drows had seemed familiar, but he had hoped that he was wrong. The most well-renowned assassin working under Vadok.

" This must be ... about the mine ... yes, surely. They are here to either kill the merchant we send or the initial investor. Or both?" As Dori walked towards the merchant and the miner, he felt cold steel touching his back.

" Turn around and come out with me to the alley or you will be dead meat."

" I will be dead meat anyway." Thought Dori and hit the strings of the lute so hard that everyone in the bar must have heard. Within an instant, the cold steel disappeard. Dori knew that his skin was saved, for now at least. He continued to play and took a seat next to the merchant and the miner.

" Hello, I'm sent here by Merchants of Ao. I would like to buy the mine off you."

EDIT: Luls, I tried to keep it short but nvm ...
 
Elvire Orleans
Oh Sweet Brown Medicine, Take Away The Pain

As Elvire planted her hand firmly on he face, she heard Clyuue's voice. Hello Ms Orleans. What a coincidence to meet you here. Do you come here often?

"Depends on how drunk I feel to be at the end of the day...Ms. YEqeiyu." She said calmly as Elvire removed her hand from her face and turned to see the Cheytan by her. The bartender treated her with his prized whiskey. Pulling out a large sack of gold coins from her armor, she slid the sac towards the bar tender. "Keep the change." The Felidian lowered her hand and began to drink her alcohol. She heard through her sensitive ears the situation about Droite, and how he was at the Mercenary's Guild right now.
 
Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

For the last ti... you know what? Forget it.


"Depends on how drunk I feel to be at the end of the day...Ms. YEqeiyu."

Clyuue took a subtle deep breath through her nose and slowly closed her eyes. She kept them closed and tapped her right index finger several times on the varnished wooden bar top. She had to keep reminding herself of the cultural differences and that she should tolerate, but for the extended time she has been here in Fantasia, she has had to tell everyone how to say her name. Even professional clerks forget. In fact several times, she has seen her name written incorrectly on official documents and it somewhat offended her. However, Clyuue always kept the indignation within herself, remaining calm and civil.

Gods, is it so hard to say Adufrau Clyuue oz Soleire YEqeiyu... Even Fau Clyuue oz Soleire YEqeiyu would do!

Hmm... is that so? Well then, i assume we shan't dally here then as you do not appear intoxicated enough. How about we go to another tavern then? I can flag down a carriage for us.

Whistling at the tavern boy, she dropped several silver into his hand, so he can call for a carriage. Even then, it would be a sizeable tip.

Call for a Zephyr carriage. i want the most comfortable one they have on stand by. Keep the rest.

Nodding his head like a woodpecker, the boy bolted out whilst Clyuue finished her liquor. Rummaging through her coin purse again, she dropped several bronze pieces and a silver. Amongst the sizable heap of bronze shrapnel, Clyuue slipped in a single gold piece, hidden.

Here bar keep. For the drink and the cheap fools.

A clatter of hooves and seconds later, the boy ran back in.

Lady! The carriage is here!

Well, shall we?

Clyuue motioned towards the door before standing up straight and strolled with a purpose out the door. The boy followed suit and held the carriage door open. The lady was generous so he had to work for his tip, should she come back next time and be equally generous. Clambering in, she waited to see if the Dragoon would follow.

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Fantasia Outskirts: Mercenary Guilds
"Main Droite" aka MD


"Ha, don't worry. I'll just hang around for a day or two," MD shrugged as the irate Guild master glowered at him. "OR more! Ha ha ha!" How, the Guild Master had to wonder, could the leader of Genesis had come to coexist with such a member? The man was flippant in both tone and attitude, all symbols of a distinct lack of professionalism. Granted, the Guild Master had little right to comment on that given his Guild's infamy.


"Ya better! I don't like having ya here, I'll have ya know that."


"That hurts my feelings!"


"Sure it does. Maybe it'll make ya leave."


MD chuckled as he watched the Guild Master turn to exit the room. He was currently staying in the Mercenary's Guild by calling on a favor he once did for the Guild Master. Considering the nature of the favor, this appears to be quite a paltry repayment, but it will do. The warrior reached into his back pouch, pulling out a rolled-up piece of paper and unfurling it to read its content.


"Well, if anyone did approach good ole bartender at Fantasia, they should arrive some time around morning huh..."


Tossing the paper aside, MD proceeded to strip off his cloak and armor. "Well, tomorrow it is."


[Events List] Genesis


Main Droite Awaits
Those who are seeking MD should hasten towards the good warrior. He is prepared to embark on his next journey after a night's rest.



Final
Neutral


A Mystical Blade
A drunk patron laments the loss of his friends who ventured with him into the Cursed Forests east of Fantasia. He swears at the rumors suggesting at the magic-defying nature of the blade he calls "Defiance".

If interested, it seems the Cursed Forests east of Fantasia is the place to search. It is possible to approach the patron for more information if he weren't so drunk.

Pet... Dragon?
A self-proclaimed beast tamer is boasting about how he subdued a dragon. He claims the beast has now submitted to his control and is willing to do his bidding.

Dragons are known to be ferociously powerful creatures due to their ability to use magic besides their fire-breathing and razor sharp claws.

Red Dragonglass Mine
A businessman appears to be arguing with a miner about a red dragonglass mine recently discovered outside Fantasia. The miner claims there are far too many ferocious beasts within and is requesting a strong squad of warriors. The businessman is simply unwilling to spend any more money and demands the miner fulfills his end of the bargain.

Red Dragonglass is known to be extremely expensive for it's aesthetic beauty and resistance to magic. Procuring this supply of the gemstone will definitely be a profitable source of income to any faction (or individual).
 
EDIT: FInally got one post of the night done :D


The discussion had dragged on for much longer than Dori had dared to fear. Within the hour he had been fighting the inverstor with words, the tavern had filled with the kinds of people the dwarf did not like to see. An orc or two in a tavern at night-time was no surprise, but by the time their numbers had increased to a dozen, it became appearent that something was off. Then all those loud mercenaries and fighters. The very moment five additional drows entered the tavern, Dori knew what was going on. The tavern had been taken over by Vadoks men. While three merchants along with three bodyguards of the Merchants of Ao had accompanied him soon after taking a seat, the odds of his side surviving in case of a battle were near to zero. But they wouldn’t attack in a public place, would they. That was all the red haired bard could hope for. Furthermore, he had to focus on persuading the investor. Reminding some sort of battle, the merchant was constantly trying to pummel Dori for giving him mad amounts of gold. Yet Dori always spoke of the same amount, ten times smaller then the merchant longed for. After at least an hour from the start of the discussion, the merchant finally broke and took out the original piece of writing that made him, the biggest investor, the owner of the mine. He took out another parchment and gave the rightful ownership of the mine to the Merchants of Ao. Both he and Dori signed him.

„Now the gold?“ The merchant didn’t seem happy. Far from it, he had just lost a potential source of good income. Yet on the other hand, the mine was overrun by monsters or so they said. Making it not just difficult to mine there but also dangerous. Dori grinned and nodded to a merchant from his guild. The fellow guild member dropped a huge bag on the table, filled with gold coins.
„I believe this is the exact amount. It was a pleasure...“ His sentence was never finished. A blade cut clean through the neck of the investor, making blood spurt out of the flesh. In midst of the cloud of blood, Dori knew what he had to do. He had seen many a battle, many more than any ordinary bard had at least. He dash backwards while grabbing the contract, right by his fellow member of the Merchants of Ao only to see that he had also been beheaded. Fear shot through Dori as he realized what strength must the assassins possess to behead a man that smooth and clean. Within the next few moments, clashes of swords could be heard all around him. As he jumped under a table and started crawling towards the exit, he heard the bad news.

„ Get that dwarf! He has the contract“ In addition to that orcish roar, he heard many other voices, human and elven, even gnomish . He knew the knife on his back earlier that night had been a bad omen, but even then he believed that Vadok wouldnt start a massacre in a public tavern. And then the enemies were all around him, probably finished with slaughtering his companions. As he run under the tables, seeing the flashing blades all around him, somehow he had made it to the door. An assassin, probably of the elven kind, was standing on his path.
„ zZZzz“ His quick fingers picked the strings of his lute and as soon as he was within the reach of the assassin, the elf collapsed. Quick dodge as an arrow was shot at him and Dori was outside of the tavern, running as fast as his small dwarven legs were carrying him.
 
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OOC: Slowly drowning? :lew:

Elvire Orleans
Well I have nothing better to do...

Hmm... is that so? Well then, i assume we shan't dally here then as you do not appear intoxicated enough. How about we go to another tavern then? I can flag down a carriage for us.

Sometimes she forgets that Clyuue always seem to have plenty of money on hand. But its not as if she could complain. It was a good thing that she was able to save her pension money from her long military service and stashed it in hidden areas all over Fantasia, just in case she needed money.

Nonetheless she saw Clyuue call for a carriage and later pay the man for both his and the cheap guy. At least it wasn't her to pay for the guy this time...that to her was kind of a sore spot between her and Droite.

Well, shall we?

Turning her attention to the Cheytan as she lefrt her stool and began to head out the door. The Felidian stood up straight and began to follow her over to the carriage, the boy held the door opened as she entered the carriage with Clyuue. "So...where are we headed?"
 
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