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Post by Rowan on May 18, 2009 15:27:38 GMT -5
*Rowan takes the offer of handshake, but pulls it into a warriors grip of the wrist. Rowan also very lightly shakes his head "no" towards Ragnaros and the dagger he had drawn.*
"Im not a man who kills messangers, so speak your words Surano, but know I have many friends in Mittlemarch and would rather see the color of your blood then your eyes. You have one hour to talk, and if I don't like 'da words you say... I will give you until dawn, to get outta my lands before myself and my savages hunt you."
*With that Rowan motions Rag and Fury to sit, takes a seat himself and looks to the last open chair for the "guest" to take.*
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Post by Furyun on May 19, 2009 19:58:54 GMT -5
Sitting with a thump, rock in hand, Fury glares at the Jovian.
"Don't think that because he is here that my warning doesn't stand, Ill know if your lying. You'd be best to keep it short and cut to the point. The big man here isn't much for words and his sense of time can be a bit... shaky"
Grinning and poised to jump to protect his chieftain and war leader from any would be assassin strikes, Fury quietly waits for any reason to soak his hands in assassin blood.
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Post by Syrano on May 20, 2009 8:10:14 GMT -5
Syrano takes the open seat. He appreciates that they want to get straight to business, he's ready to get out of this cold place. He shoots a glare to Furyun.
"Keep your threats coming boy and find out what it's like to gasp through a slit in your throat."
He looks to Rowan, "Surely bettering your own lands comes before your friends at Mittelmarch. We have engineers, smithys, plenty of riches....oh and recently we've discovered a powder that explodes when lit. It make a castle wall into dust."
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Post by Rowan on May 20, 2009 8:36:58 GMT -5
"My friends are my land... thats what ya don't understand Jovian. No amount of gold or ... umm... in-gean-ears... can replace 'da people of MY home."
*Rowan holds another Stopping hand out to both Fury and Ragnar, keeping them at bay." "Remember boys, I gave my word he'd have an hour... "
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on May 20, 2009 11:07:21 GMT -5
Wulf paces about outside the cabin, light of step and cautious not to draw attention to himself. He listens in on the conversation through his eavesdropping tool until something might alarm him, hides, then returns to his sneakery. He contemplates how easy it would be to slide a dart through the straw and knock out any of the men in the cabin should something get out of hand...well any save for Rowan, it might take two darts to put him out...Wulf chuckled at the thought. No, he was more worried about the stranger inciting the drow or the huntsman into a ferver. He might have to put one of them out lest a war errupt. He began to whisper to himself, deep in thought.
Of course......you know, if the Jovians don't find an ally in our chieftain, they will likely find their allies elsewhere. Perhaps a deal with the Devil could be in order, if it means putting an end to Llorac. Better allies to us than allies to them...and they have powder? Indeed, this just got interesting...
Wulf patted his matchlock pistol lightly with a smile. He knew well of the wonders of the Silk Road. Perhaps he would attempt a private meeting with this...Syrano...later. While some men might not be able to read between the lines, surely the Pirate Lord Wulfsige knew all too well what was being proposed here. This were no proposal by the Empire, it were an ultimatum.
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Post by drak on May 21, 2009 12:02:58 GMT -5
(CRACK)Drak wakes with a start. looking wildly for the sound that woke him. standing and checking the gear he has gotten from his family. he finds the club "borrowed" from his friend peasant, his shield and armor. when an odd odor tickles his nostrils. can that be signal smoke? he thinks to himself. having only seen and smelt it once when Fury wanted to pretend that he was a big important person. That stupid farmer better be serious this time. well guess i'll borrow my brothers horse that he won from Fox last night. it will make my trip quicker. (sounds of a half dwarf struggling to mount a full sized horse for a few minutes.) dim witted tall people i hav't to talk to beathor about how he does it. riding slowly and as silently as his stocky frame and armor allow in the direction of Fury's cabin. what could make Rowan forget his horse? and go off in such a hurry?
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Post by Syrano on May 21, 2009 14:31:54 GMT -5
"The gold is not to replace your people, but help them. Tell me, what is it you want?"
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Post by Rowan on May 21, 2009 15:56:23 GMT -5
"I want to be left alone. I want no kingdom or emperor be it Llorac or ... you Jovians to say they are in charge. *Rowans green eyes get cold* I want no slavers with-in knowledge of me... and I want you all out of Mittlemarch... and these lands."
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Post by mookie on May 21, 2009 20:29:11 GMT -5
As things really begin to heat up inside the hut with Rowan's proclamation, Mookie lets out a slight cough, letting himself be known to Wulf.
"Wulf, I believe we are on the same page here. Knowing you and that childish grin upon your face. Well, it used to be there." Mookie says while snatching the dart that Wulf just loosed at him out of the air.
"The motives be damned. I believe a lesser evil a world away in Mittlemarch negates the Llorac filth soiling itself upon our doorstep." He walks slowly towards Wulf, talking all the while. "I believe you and your... ahem... persuasive talents would be better suited to working something out with the Jovians than the," He pauses for a moment, trying to think of the best wording... "Than the acting 'Government' in the area. Rowan can get a bit short tempered when his head is beating faster than Fury on a slap drum."
Mookie reaches Wulf and opens his palm, showing the dart sitting upon his hand. "I believe this belongs to you," he says as a smile crosses his cold face, an idea striking him.
"I trust you can find a way to keep this jovian alive long enough to get that gold he spoke of." Mookie winks at Wulf. "Try to favorably tempt things in there with that brandy you always carry. If you have to, put them to sleep. Break a dart or two into that bottle. I trust you have built up some resistance to that sleep juice in your pocket. Go man. Things will not end well for that messenger."
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Post by Furyun on May 21, 2009 21:43:57 GMT -5
Reaching out to the pitcher of mead he and Syrano had been drinking accidentally spills the contents onto the floor and gasped quietly. Standing and walking toward the door of his guard station he pauses a moment to turn to his brothers speaking in his false merry tone he likes to take when he knows he is about to kill someone.
"Well lads its been fun ehh... lets do it again real soon."
Fury takes out the last small bottle from a box on a shelf in the cabin, and drinks the antidote to the poison he and Syrano had been drinking since they met.
"Think Ill just sod off 'en. Can't stay here and keep to your little truce Rowan, you two can handle yourself. Think I'm not quite important enough to 'ave this conversation."
opening the door and looking out to the position of the sun.
"Sundown?... ya, maybe a little after... HAH"
Fury walks away quietly... smiling
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Post by Syrano on May 22, 2009 11:27:23 GMT -5
Syrano grins as the foolish one walks out of the tavern. He picks up the pitcher and smells it for a moment. He makes a reassured face. He’s been trained to do nothing but kill in various discreet ways. Poison is one of them.
He smiles to Rowan, “Have you ever heard of Mithridates, a very clever King who was paranoid of being poisoned by his enemies. He would build tolerances to various poisons by taking small doses of them, building up enzymes. Then he combined opium and honey to create an antidote that would cure several kinds of poisons.”
He pulls from one of the pouches on his belt a small glass vile and takes a sip of its contents.
“Tastes like candy really. Hmm, but anyway we don’t wish to rule you. We just are ‘asking’ if you would like to kill, what you all probably to well, for much coin. Really it’s that simple.”
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Post by Rowan on May 22, 2009 15:18:32 GMT -5
"What or who are we killing..? If we take you up on yur offer."
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Post by Syrano on May 26, 2009 14:09:54 GMT -5
"Anyone who attacks Mittelmarch."
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Post by Rowan on May 26, 2009 22:57:11 GMT -5
"So you want me to defend my friends home that your people stole from them? How about you and all the Jovians leave Mittlemarch all nice like, and never come back?"
*Rowans green eyes start to take on a yellowish hue as his anger is slowly riseing.*
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Post by Syrano on May 27, 2009 7:58:07 GMT -5
"I wish it was that easy, I would love to go home. We don't have that choice. We make the best of it."
Syrano thinks a moment, " Hmmm several of the Mittelmarchers have joined our ranks. So you'd still be protecting them."
He notices the anger coming from Rowan. "Well perhaps I was wrong...maybe you're not interested in gold."
Syrano starts to stand grabbing his things preparing to leave. He thinks to himself, o O (Women, the lot of them.)
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