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Post by Syrano on May 8, 2009 7:21:59 GMT -5
The cold is unbareable. Syrano has done several missions for R'tiir. This one is the most uncomfortable. His horse died a couple hours ago. It had never ridden in anything like this. He wonders if these people even care about the goings so for south from here. He found a man cutting wood.
"Pardon me sir, but could you take me to your leader? or King? Whatever you call it hear?"
Annoyed he waited for a reply.
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Post by Furyun on May 8, 2009 11:38:49 GMT -5
A large snow flake fell on the back of his powerful fist just as the stranger finished his strange question through chattering teeth... "a dark omen" he thought to himself. Gripping his ax tighter and dropping back to a good throwing stance Fury eyed the stranger and remembered the words of his fore-mentioned chieftain "I appreciate that you are protective, but not everyone is as assassin stop killing people without provocation!"
Laughing loud and obnoxiously he spoke with a false merry tone and forced accent "King? Look a you... alf dressed on up 'ere with narry a nicker, near frozen, no orse, and lost to no end. You-ont need my "king" you need a bloomen priest or 'ot mead... chever comes first" he laughed again louder this time arching his back letting his fur cape fall off his throwing arm so it wouldn't get in the way.
A meat splitting "thud" a joyful blood spray and the terrified mans scream crossed his vission... blinking it away and with a deep breath he continued with the same merry tone
"Think you best tell me eww you are and what you want ma "king" for before we continue"
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Post by Syrano on May 11, 2009 10:14:26 GMT -5
He hangs his wet cloak, showing his minimal crimson leather armor. His short sabre stays strapped on his back. The pomel has the jovian symbol carved into it.
Sometime later after warming up on some hot brew and food.
"The Jovians are looking for Allies, I'm here to speak with your leader about the details."
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Post by Furyun on May 12, 2009 14:25:03 GMT -5
"Jovains huh... can't say as I've 'eard of ya, and I'm not going to send some stranger to my chieftain throwing my name around trying to get access to 'im"
Rummaging through a large chest Fury takes out a small green box and tosses it into the fireplace, plumes of green smoke poor up and out the chimney of his guard post.
"its all of our duty to protect 'im you see, our War-leader will be heading this way soon and you can convince him of your intentions, I'm sure 'e can give you a meet'en with the Big guy. Till then why don't you fill me in a bit on whats been happening down there that your lot would need allies from us barbarians, what are the peasants revolting?" chuckling to himself, takes another swig of mead and gets comfortable for a story
"Oh, and iffen you got a problem with any Drow you'd be wise to 'old your tongue when 'e gets 'eer"
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on May 12, 2009 15:36:43 GMT -5
Taking a swig of his brandy, Wulf sits on a log counting out Llorac gold onto a tree stump. His lips curl for a moment as a sweet aroma reaches his nose. He inhales it slowly and evaluates it. With a smile, Wulf pleasedly begins to look around for what might be fine pipe tobacco, only to note the small wafts of green sandalwood smoke in the distance.
Well...this should be quite entertaining, I mustn't miss this...oh no, I mustn't miss this for the world...
Wulf shoves the gold back into his purse and shoves it into his little hidey hole in a nearby tree, then returns a small note reading, "If found by gyspsies, please return to the dread Pirate Lord Wulfsige, posthaste!" affixed in ink upon a tarot card of the ace of spades.
Never can be too careful.
Wulf smiled at his own half-seriousness in such matters. Grabbing a fine longsword he swiped from the Llorac armory a few days ago, and his trusty long knife, he swaggered off through the wood toward the smoke.
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Post by Rowan on May 12, 2009 19:50:01 GMT -5
*Rowan sits up in a daze of mead and three to many blows to the head.*
"Uhg... where am I this time?" He says to nobody around him.
*He stands and checks that all his gear is on him. Only thing missing is his belt pouch. In its place is a note.*
The note reads- "Thanks for the loan cousin, I'll get it back to you... I promise. Signed, SilverFox PS- I know you can't read and thats why this is funny."
*Rowan balls up the useless piece of parchment and throws it on the embers of last nights cookfire. He looks up at the smoke from the paper and see's the green signal smoke.*
"durn... I gotta do somethin' today."
*The large barbarian chief gets up and heads towards the signal smoke. It was Steppes colors, not Dragoon's, but signal smoke wasn't used in vain. He starts a slow jog in that direction forgetting the new, fine horse he won from Fox in a gambling match the nite before.*
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Post by Syr Kaigar Vegulfr Lodbroksonr on May 12, 2009 20:08:37 GMT -5
I paused for a moment or two outside of Furys cabin as I watched the wisps of green smoke drift higher and higher into the sky, a small grin playing across my lips. This was, as far as I knew, the first time I had actually seen anyone use signal smoke, so it must have been important. "Hmmm...Can't be the Orcs, none of their war parties are in the area...." I muttered to myself, adjusting the bastard sword strapped to my back and making sure my flail was in easy reach.
I sighed, and knocked sharply on the door three times, then a fourth for good measure before grasping the handle and shoving it open, the wind assisting me. It took a moment or two for my eyes to adjust to the light in the cabin after being outside in the snow, a great flurry of which had decided to accompany me inside the room. I kicked the door shut, not bothering to turn around, and my gaze settled on the stranger sitting across from Fury.
I arched an eyebrow as I studied him out of the corner of my eye while I made my way over to Fury, extending my hand and grasping his forearm in a greeting. "I'm assuming you used the signal just to feel important, didn't you?" I said with a grin, "Seeing as how you knew I was on my way here..." I finished, turning to the stranger. "It's not very common for us to get many visitors up this far North," I said, hooking my thumbs in my belt, "Most of the time it's runaway slaves, or pirates trying to make a name for themselves by braving the wilds and taming the barbarians..." I continued with a chuckle, gesturing towards Fury.
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Post by Furyun on May 12, 2009 23:47:43 GMT -5
"Ragnar this be... uh.. Jovian, Jovian this 'ere be the man I told you bout"
taking another swig of mead Fury glared a very serious twitching eye to his steppes brother and gesturing toward the man
"Poor fool's been thawing for the last few 'ours, couldn't get anything out of 'im through 'is chattering teeth. 'e wants to meet the one who gives me orders"
elbowing Ragnar in the ribs and barely breathing the word -drolnar- before returning to his well practiced tone
"and I don't think 'e means my Elven sweetie, HAH-ha!"
"So please..." topping off the man's steign "you were saying"
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Post by Syrano on May 13, 2009 13:13:00 GMT -5
Jupiter's stone, what an ugly thing. This a man or thing of rank? Syrano thought to himself. He had traveled to many different Kingdoms and seen different races, but of course this is not his world.
Extending a hesitant hand, "I am Syrano, of the Jovian Empire. I am here to offer terms to your leader for aid in war."
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Post by Syrano on May 15, 2009 9:58:16 GMT -5
Syrano continued.
“General Shatar has brought order to the once leaderless Mittelmarch. First we offered a peaceful resolution. Some converted to the Jovian way, others chose to fight. It didn’t matter, we sacked Mittelmarch. Now we are searching for allies. We understand you barbaric types, we’ve tried to conquer your kind before, but you turn up and revolt again. So, Shatar will offer you gold to come and fight for us.”
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Post by Syr Kaigar Vegulfr Lodbroksonr on May 15, 2009 13:50:29 GMT -5
I listed carefully, arching an eyebrow at his words. I had heard about the trouble going on in Mittlemarch, but had figured it was a small thing that the Dragoons would deal with...Apparently not.
A small smile crossed my lips at the mention of gold, my mercenary nature trying to get the best of me. I nodded slowly, sitting down across from him and removing my bastard sword, laying it across my knees.
"So you came in, tried to be nice, then decided to smack around the ones who didn't follow your orders?" I said, thinking about the people from Mittlemarch that I had met, the Shogunate, the Dragoons, my thoughts crossing into a darker area, wondering if any of them were still alive. "And now you come here, trying to buy us for what? What is it you're planning on doing now, expanding up into Eryndor perhaps?" I asked, tilting my head. Rowan better hurry the hell up... I thought to myself, sighing.
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on May 16, 2009 2:14:23 GMT -5
Wulf tip-toed stealthily through the edge of the wood until he came within sight of the green smoke. He crept up to the cabin ever so softly and, like a dancer, twirled up and down and darted around to the side of the cabin. He slid a small hollowed out branch through the tiniest of cracks and put it up to his hear to eavesdrop.
Hmmm...Jovians, eh...gold? Hmmm...yes I think I might like stealing Jovian gold as much as I like stealing Llorac's...
Wulf continued to listen to the conversation, but then from his other ear he began to hear a rustle off in the distance...he quickly danced around to the back of the cabin, and peaking around the side looked off into the distance to see the familiar silhouette of Chieftain Rowan Proudoak...jogging...
I wonder why he didn't take that horse of Fox's...
Wulf pondered, and watched with enthusiasm from the shadows.
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Post by Furyun on May 16, 2009 13:02:51 GMT -5
The wind picked up pace and made a whistling sound from the various crevices throughout the spacious cabin, the fire light flickered wildly as the last of the sandalwood expired.
Fury could feel the fist sized spot in the center of his back begin to itch, his demonic burden began creep under his skin, not in the way that signifies a fight, but in that something is amiss.
He sat up with a deep breath his accent was replaced by a powerful direct tone. "What would an emperor as strong as yours need with barbarian mercenaries? If your general is seeking out allies in the region and would send you all the way up here to begin a bargain with gold... someone must be desperate"
pulling a rock from off the table he continued angered but not yelling
"We are not dim barbarians by your definition. Don't assume we are fools. Who are your generals enamies... the truth Syrano... or your body will be the only answer your general receives"
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Post by Rowan on May 17, 2009 11:05:38 GMT -5
*Rowan, after much running and side cramps, the big man sees the cabin with the dieing green smoke.*
"Damnit Furyun... This better not be another ghost story." *He says out loud... But then notices the few different sets of footprints leading to the cabin. He walks to the door in the front and raps twice on the frame, then enters.*
"Well well boys. We havin' a meetin'?"
*Rowans entrance cuts the threat from Furyun, but adds to it the menace of a full armored and armed man. Standing as large as the doorframe, wearing the cross of the Dragoons and the sash of the Northernsteppes, Rowan takes a moment to adjust his eyes to the firelight.*
"Who are you?" He says to the stranger. "Im Rowan Proudoak, son of Ivar, son of Urisc, Son of Beorn the Bear."
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Post by Syrano on May 18, 2009 8:35:17 GMT -5
Syrano ignores the threat from the one who was talking to him, as the large one comes through the door. He almost lets a grin out as he thinks to himself, after hearing all of the 'son of's. He steps toward Rowan and offers a hand to shake. Syrano is dark haired and his skin tan from much traveling over the years, and his hands rough. He appears as one who knows battle.
"I am Syrano of the Jovian Empire."
He bows his head slightly keeping his eyes on Rowan.
"I've come to make you an offer."
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