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| Third Time | May 3, 2012, 3:59 am Post #1 |
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In a different era, the crossroads town of Fourstone would have been a thriving trade city. The quartet of watchtowers surrounding it would have looked out over merchants busy making themselves obscenely wealthy, the signal fires burning brightly as a beacon to guide travelers towards sanctuary against the wild lands surrounding the town. In this era, however, Fourstone is not a city of commerce. Instead, desperate farmers scratch out a living from the rocky soil that had provided the materials used by men long dead to raise the watchtowers, now in crumbling disrepair. The only thing travelers would find for them is a dusty old tavern serving stale beer and thin soup. The few carriages that pass through did not stay long. This was not a town people came to. It was one people left as soon as they could. Today, people had come to the town. Five men and women had come, a few at a time, with dreams of gold, glory, and power, the kinds of dreams the common man hardly dared to dream. The peasants did not know the strangers, though they knew the sort. Legends of their kind spread across the grey, cold land faster than the bitter winds that foretold an early winter. Relic Hunters. Men and women willing to risk their lives for a chance at glory. None of the villagers had ever seen one before, and now there were five in their town. --------------------- The Town of Fourstone
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | May 3, 2012, 4:49 am Post #2 |
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Dealing with that merchant had taken up more time than Alexei had thought it would, it was already late in the morning and the others in the team would be waiting for him. Being late for the meeting wasn't a terrible thing when no important information on relics had cropped up but, this was something they all needed to hear. Inside this treasury was an entire vault that had yet to be emptied though whether anyone had come back alive after finding it or not was still up in the air. There was something that picked at Alexei's mind as he contemplated what the merchant and he discussed. That set of armor that yelled profanities at the enemy and even tried biting them was definitely something he could see one of the leaders wearing. Especially Amanhã, it would fit her ugly mug better than her brother's. A slight glance over the should to make sure Amanhã wasn't anywhere to be found in case she could somehow read his mind. Safe, all that was with him on the street were the everyday normal citizens of the town and the ever so rare rival relic hunter. The map was wrapped around an arrow like you would deliver a message around a battlefield. As he closed in on the meeting place Alexei slowed his pace and slipped into the shadow of a plain building. Inside the noise of his comrade's echoed from around the domain and harassed his ears. Clearing his throat with a short cough, Alexei let out a sharp whistle and yelled, "If anyone would like something to do please come here. I think I've found something that you'll all enjoy very much." Alexei waited for those inside to file into the room he waited in. Before him were the people he had decided to follow and help in obtaining relics. Amanhã and her brother Jãhar, the two leaders stood looking menacing as always. Half-pint though a little screwy for Alexei's taste had stopped tinkering for just a moment to listen. Arren had also joined the party and waited for Alexei's announcement. Without dragging things out Alexei drew the arrow from his quiver and placed it on the table before him. Unrolling the thin sheet of paper Alexei laid flat the simple map the merchant had sold him. "Okay. Here's the deal. There's apparently an old treasury of some king they use to call the Steel Warlord. Now, the outer chambers should be just about picked clean from the various relic robbers but, the merchant said that out of anyone that has made it to the Vault no one has made it out alive. So, there's a good chance there's a powerful relic just waiting for us to come and give it a new home," he explained skipping over the annoying part that a king called the Steel Warlord probably had some horrid traps to defend his vault. "I don't have an exact location as to where this place actually is but, I know it lies to the southwest and should be fairly easy to get to. So do you wish to go after this relic or see if we can dig up information on another," he asked looking to the two leaders before looking to the others to see their reactions as well. |
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| Deleted User | May 3, 2012, 6:10 am Post #3 |
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Jãhar, although he was a 'co-founder' of their little outfit, he never saw himself as a leader; he thought of himself more as... The cleanup guy. He'd let the smart people focus on thinking and planning, his job was to smash, bash and crash his way through whatever obstacle was stupid enough to stand before him. After all, what intelligent being would dare stand before the behemoth? Standing a foot or so taller than most and weighing quite a bit more as well, he and his sister were quite imposing, no one in their right mind would stand up to such intimidating beings; add in a helping of massive bone-breaking weapons, and they were that much worse. However, Jãhar wasn't always the beast he seemed in battle, no, in fact he was quite pleasant to be around most of the time. When someone learned how to stay on his good side, he was a valuable and appreciated ally. Said ally was currently inside the group's meeting place, sipping on a bottle of some local brew of some form. He could never consume enough to make him anywhere near inebriated, but he'd grown fond of the taste; it reminded him of the desert: harsh, dry, and at times bitter. Now, he wasn't one to really focus on such complex comparisons of nature. What it really boiled down to was the simplistic fact that it was a man's drink. Hard, burning, and had a reputation (although he'd yet to experience it firsthand) of bring out the beast in men; much like the desert. That was a simple enough comparison to draw, wasn't it? A loud whistle sounded, and was quickly followed by Alexei's voice."If anyone would like something to do please come here. I think I've found something that you'll all enjoy very much." Jãhar snapped out of his extremely straining thoughts and set down the bottle that previously held the amber colored brew he'd been consuming, and strode over to the table Alexei had located himself at. Glancing down at the map momentarily before deciding the location didn't matter; what it held however, did, and so he listened as Alexei explained. "Okay. Here's the deal. There's apparently an old treasury of some king they use to call the Steel Warlord. Now, the outer chambers should be just about picked clean from the various relic robbers but, the merchant said that out of anyone that has made it to the Vault no one has made it out alive. So, there's a good chance there's a powerful relic just waiting for us to come and give it a new home." The ranger explained, gaining the attention of the others. "I don't have an exact location as to where this place actually is but, I know it lies to the southwest and should be fairly easy to get to. So do you wish to go after this relic or see if we can dig up information on another." He finished, looking at Amanhã and Jãhar. Without a second thought, Jãhar spoke up unsure whether his sister would go along with this plan or not. "I will go. Sounds like a big challenge. It's time for a good challenge now." He said, in his normal, slightly grammatically incorrect (thanks to the fact it was not his native tongue), gruff sounding voice. He offered a brief smile --gnarly looking as it was, several teeth missing and the inability to express happiness effectively through facial expression-- to his sister, before asking "Amanhã, will we go?" There was almost a child-like quality in his voice, a sort of gleaming want- no, need to go; despite his size and outwards appearance, he held a sort of child-like enthusiasm towards these things, similar to that of a child waiting to unwrap a gift. |
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| Achilles | May 3, 2012, 3:39 pm Post #4 |
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Half Pint always arrived early. He knew he couldn't fight for shit so he always arrived early to rig up some simple traps in case they were ambushed. He didn't think that an ambush was likely at this particular time, but then again that’s the point of an ambush, you not supposed to expect them. So he always played it more safe than sorry. He had gone around to the back door and set up an intruder alarm. It was nothing complicated, and it quite frankly didn't even expend any of his supplies. you know, that’s the thing that most people underestimate, Half-Pint thought to himself. Traps don’t always have to be mile high contraptions, putting a few pebbles in an empty can and putting in front of a door, will rattle and give warning when opened. He thought as he did just that. That should be good enough, the likelihood off an ambush here is really slim to none he said to himself as he sat down on a crate, using a slightly larger crate as a table. He sat down and pulled out some formulas for a new condensed explosive powder he was trying to concoct. He pulled out Pistol, martyr, glasses, goggles and formulas and started to get to work. He pulled out his tinted goggles and his quad focals and put them on. They made him look like some odd 6-eyed bug. He didn't care though; he actually liked the way they looked. He worked on for about an hour or so. Igniting the product, recording its results and comparing what happened differently each time he added subtracted or changed the proportions of something. He had been diligently working as people entered the old warehouse. He grunted a greeting to each of them. It was well known that when he was doing the theoretical work, you weren't to disturb him (lest you wanted to get a nasty kick in the shins), however if he were actually in the act of building something, he would speak with whomever walked by. He had taken off his quad-focals, put on his black tinted glasses and was just about to ignite the newest concoction when he heard a whistle. He looked up as Alexei announced himself. He stopped what he was doing, put any equipment that wasn't being used back into his bag several feet away and then walked over, with his glasses still on his head. Half-Pint had learned long ago to use the bare minimum of equipment required in case something went wrong and you found your entire set of stainless steel protractors have turned deadly projectile flying at break neck speed towards your neighbor’s cat. Long story short he had found that you lost equipment if you weren't overly careful. He listened as Alexei explained everything. While he spoke Half-Pint looked at the map. He examined the crudely drawn map. There wasn't enough there to make any real observations about what kind of resistance they could expect. Couldn't have gotten a more detailed map? he asked a little more rudely than intended. I mean, this is great, and good job on scouting it out, I couldn't have done it. But I can't get too much information from this. he said trying to correct himself, but probably doing more harm than good. He decided to just stop trying for the moment and say I’m in. |
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| Dream | May 4, 2012, 8:14 pm Post #5 |
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The room was silent. While that silence might be acceptable to some of their group, it certainly wasn’t that way for everyone. Quite the opposite, one young Arren was aggravated by it. So aggravated, in fact, that she found herself tapping out a beat on the ground without even thinking about it. With a shrug, she pulled out her panflute, and played a note. The high-pitched whistle broke through the silence, shocking the girl by its volume. She tilted her head in the direction of the two siblings, Amanhã and Jãhar, judging their reaction to the sound. She wasn’t really sure what they thought of her sometimes. They were always kind enough to her, but sometimes she felt her music annoyed everyone who wasn’t as used to it as she was. She turned her attention from the two in order to search for the other two members of their little group. She caught movement, noticing that Half Pint was just returning from his typical trapsetting, or messing around with some other invention. Arren was always interested in the variety of things that he could create. She noticed him looking intently at a new creation, and she hopped off her box of a perch, her panflute still in hand. She half skipped over to the inventor, and peered over his shoulder. She stared at it in fascination, trying to discern what it could possibly be. Just as he was about to light it, a whistle caught her ear. It seemed that the missing fifth, and final, member of their group had finally arrived. The Shadowdancer stepped back, turning just as Alexei made his way towards their group. She looked at the map layed out before them all, her eyes already widening with excitement. A map meant a journey, and a journey meant another opportunity to find the cure. That was all she could focus on anymore. When she saw that map, she immediately knew she would follow it. She dragged her gaze from the map long enough to look at the others. ”Let’s do it.” she said, her voice it’s typical softness. |
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | May 5, 2012, 8:08 pm Post #6 |
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The brother-sister pair were in agreement as to which they should choose. As was Half-pint if not for a little dissent in his voice. "Oh? I could have said no thanks to the map and bought a rather interesting set of armor," Alexei retorted seriously considering going to find that merchant and buy the set of armor. Last but not least was Arren chirping softly in agreement with the rest of the party, though it's not like she had much choice in the matter at this point. Wrapping the map up and tucking it away, Alexei placed the arrow back inside the quiver and looked at the others. "From what the map says there's a rode used by many cabs and carriages that could take us just about all the way there. If I had to guess it would be a few days ride by cab and maybe a week or so if we went by foot. Both seem to be relatively safe options," he added pondering something else as he spoke. The idea seemed well enough though how agreeable the cabbie would be to the idea was tough to say. "If we take a cab we can always avoid payment by exchanging protection for a ride. Though, I can't say how far they'd take us on that alone nor am I certain how active the brigands have been of late," he explained letting the others think on the idea before he took a few steps back. Aside from the supplies he had on hand Alexei had hidden away two very important items to him within the small outpost. If they were to leave today they could arrive and still have food for at least a few more days. All the important things began to compile inside Alexei's mind weighing his thoughts down and making him regret even begin thinking about such things. "So, I'm going to go prepare myself for the journey if you wish to stay another day here that's fine but, we should set out while our supplies are still topped out and we have at least a little money left to our names," he added knowing he himself was just about out of coin. |
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| Deleted User | May 5, 2012, 11:39 pm Post #7 |
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"I don't care how we get there." Jãhar interjected. "I want to fight. Been too long since I had a good fight." He added, standing up straight once more, shifting his shoulders in an attempt to adjust the warhammer that hung from his back. "I say we take a carriage. If they don't accept our offer, we could always persuade them." He chuckled a bit, mockingly flexing his large arms. However jokingly the gesture was intended, the effect could have been to their advantage if it were to be applied seriously. Most bandits certainly weren't this bulky, no merchant or trader had to deal with his kind often, if at all. Given the option of offending two, let alone one of his kind, or having their aide, was, in Jãhar's mind, an easy decision. Jãhar was tired of lingering in this town, sure the brew was good, but he wanted action. Action was one thing that did not seem to be present here. At times, he wished he were more intelligent, then perhaps he'd be able to find ways more efficient in acquiring what he was after. Oh well... He thought, looking back towards Arren. Why was she with them again? He didn't dislike her per say, but she didn't seem to be the type that enjoyed the finer things in life like Jãhar; such as crushing bad peoples heads in, and... Well... The finer things in life. He looked away from the girl, then towards Half-Pint. He was little better, he enjoyed making things explode and burn and stuff, which was pretty and all, and effective, but, it just wasn't as personal as crushing someones head in with a well placed swing of a hammer. Then again, he was one of the tiniest people Jãhar had ever seen, aside from children. This man, or being, whatever the lil fellow was, was full grown, as far as Jãhar could tell. "I'm going outside, I am tired of being in here." Jãhar spoke once again, annoyance in his gruff voice. He strode towards the door and proceeded to exit the building. The light from the sun was much better than the dankness of the room they were all gathered in, it felt good beating down on his dark skin. He proceeded to the rear of the building, where a small empty lot was located, just big enough for a massive man to get in a few practice swings with his nearly tree-sized warhammer. Sling the hammer from his back, he took it in one hand, then applied the other just a little lower. Adjusting his grip, he began his practice. First he did some horizontal swings, the wind being ripped as he swung the hammer furiously in large sweeping blows. He then raised it high above his head, and brought it down straight towards the ground. What would have removed and crushed a mans head clean (or not so cleanly as it may have been) off his shoulders, instead, left a one foot deep impact mark where the hammer's head had stricken the earth with an enormous THUD; perhaps a bit more collateral damage than he'd intended. Quickly pulling his hammer free, he attempted to fill in the hole by kicking some of the disturbed earth back into the wound. "Oops..." He spoke quietly, looking around to see if anyone had seen the little mess he'd made. He backed away several feet from the gash in the ground, then decided to instead of continue possibly causing more carnage, take a seat on a large barrel that was alongside the building. "Hmmm..." He began to get as deeply lost in thought as possible, wondering what the tomb they were planning on going to held within it's vaults. |
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| Achilles | May 7, 2012, 2:38 am Post #8 |
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Half-Pint watched as Jahar stepped outside. He had always like Jahar, and to be honest Jahar was the man whom Half-Pint trusted most in the group. He couldn't count the amount of times Jahar had saved his life with brute strength. How many bar-fights, muggings and near death situations that he had saved him from. He didn't like seeing him upset, even if the only reason he was upset cause he hadn't killed anyone recently. He heard his tin-can-booby trap jingle as the back door opened and knocked it over. He walked over to his bag and pulled out two of his newer ideas. He wouldn't claim hat he had invented it, cause it wasn't a hard concept and he was relatively sure wasn't the first one to come up with it. It was just alcohol in a bottle with a flaming rag, throw it, bottle breaks, fiery rag hits flammable liquid and thus small fire bomb. He walked out the back to see Jahar hurriedly covering a hole in. He assumed it was a result of the gargantuan war hammer slung across his back. Jahar! Half-Pint called out. I wanted to show you something. He said as he pulled out a totally different invention of his, and his one, he was quite sure was totally unique and of his own design. It was copper, about the size of a playing card. When opened, there was a spark a small wick maintained a little flame. It looked a like a Zippo lighter, but larger, copper and less advanced looking. He lit one and threw it as far as he could (which admittedly wasn't that far, maybe 20 feet). It hit the ground and broke, a small ball of fire erupted from the top. It wasn't made to explode, but there was a small explosion none the less. Huh! didn't know it'd do that! he remarked as noted to remember the results of his first trial run. It would burn for maybe 5 minutes before the alcohol would evaporate itself. Want to try one? he asked, holding up the other bottle with a grin. He knew Jahar was feeling cooped up, so he wanted to make him happy and knew a big ball of fire would do just that. Jahar was a simple minded kinda guy. Half-Pint knew it might not be the best idea to let Jahar near anything that could spontaneously explode into a ball of fiery death, but he was watching and would make sure that nothing went wrong. So what do you say big guy? You can throw a lot farther than I can, which speaking of, throw as hard as you can I want to see how the velocity and trajectory affect the projection distribution of trauma and damage in the immediate and close proximity to the blast zone He said, totally forgetting that Jahar probably had no clue what he had just said. Oh. er...that is if you want to throw it. He added quickly, trying o make sure Jahar didn't feel pressured into it. He wondered how well one of these fire-bombs would work in his launcher. We'll just have to test that theory later he though. Now it's the big guy's turn to have some fun Edited by Achilles, May 7, 2012, 4:08 pm.
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| Dream | May 10, 2012, 2:17 am Post #9 |
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Arren listened to the discussion about transportation with relative disinterest. She was far less interested in how they got there as to what they would find when they got there. That was all she ever really cared about. "I could always provide some entertainment." she held up her panflute, a small smile on her face. "Maybe that, as well as protection, would work as payment." Any excuse to play was good enough for her. She then nodded, she figured she would go out and play, maybe she could even get some money from some kindly people who hear her music. She found that, if she turned up in any tavern, and offered to play for them, there would be more than one at least somewhat drunk man who would be willing to toss a few coins her way for a song. It was one of the perks of the trade, it seemed. She had just packed up her musical collection, and prepared to head out, when a loud explosion scared her half to death. She jumped a foot in the air, spinning around in an attempt to find the source. Once she cleared her head enough to think, she realized that it was probably something of Half Pint's invention. Curious, Arren wandered towards the door, looking for the source. She soon found Half Pint and Jahar standing near each other. "What was THAT?" she asked, looking at the source of the blast. "Did you make that?" she inquired of the inventor. She was always impressed by the collection of things the guy came up with. There was always something new and interesting to see and learn about. |
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | May 10, 2012, 3:55 am Post #10 |
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Returning to his small section of the outpost Alexei found the rest of his possessions. A spyglass given to him by his parents as a gift of sending. It wasn't exactly the most impressive thing but, being able to see something 100 feet away as if it were twenty was something that proved useful when hunting or providing watch. Rolling the small cylinder between his hands for a few moments the thick material of the shaft rubbing against his exposed fingertips. With that distracting bit of uselessness out of the way Alexei tucked the spyglass within a pouch of his belt. The other possession he needed to gather was a small relic called the Firefly. It was a strange and just about useless device. By shaking it for a short while, the small stone would glow like a candle for a set amount of time. It had its uses but, they were far and in between. Rubbing his thumb across the stone Alexei quickly stuffed the stone away before looking around the corner for anything else he might have left behind. Soon enough though a loud explosion resounded through his ears causing him to jump slightly. Half-Pint. That psychotic genius would be the death of the party. His experiments while generally effective came with a worse initial cost. The cost today would be the locals driving them out of the city before anything else could occur or maybe just mass panic. "Idiot, there's a time and place to test these things. A town is definitely not one of those," Alexei murmured walking outside to see how big of a commotion was occurring. Half-Pint, Jahar, and Amhana were all gathered up and Amhana looked like she was ready to hurt someone though that might just be the setting sun making her ugly mug even uglier. "You couldn't wait until we got outside of the town? I mean, it's not like I don't appreciate your devices but these are normal people living here and an explosion like that causes panic. At this rate I wouldn't be surprised if we started being ignored and refused services," Alexei spat, his logical side pointing out everything wrong with this in-town experiment. Edited by Vanity&Ecstasy, May 10, 2012, 3:58 am.
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| Third Time | May 10, 2012, 5:44 am Post #11 |
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As the smoke from the dwarf's latest test cleared, the few villagers still out on the streets slipped away as quietly as they could. A few dark glares were the only objection they raised, though it was clear that this was more out of fear and apprehension than any actual approval. Within moments, the only soul left outside besides the relic hunters themselves was a scrawny man by the coach house. Shifting his foul-smelling pipe to the corner of his mouth, he called out to Half-Pint. "Didja plan to scare off the townies, or jus' not thinking of anyone but yerself?" He spat in the packed dirt of the road, sniffled a bit in the cold air, and kept talking in his thick drawling accent. "Not that I object, mind you. The townies an' farmers 'round here could use some waking up. 'F it wasn't for the grain they pay me to haul, I'd get the hell outta here and never look back. Hicks an' drunks get on my nerves, and there ain't much more 'n that round here." |
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| Achilles | May 10, 2012, 4:07 pm Post #12 |
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What was THAT? asked Arren who had appeared abruptly and out of nowhere. Well, it's a creation of mine. A small fire bomb. he said as Jamanha busied up into him and gave him grief. Jalhoon! He swore in exasperation as everyone ganged up on him. (It was kinda similar to saying 'Jesus Christ' just a little more foul, and in Dwarfish) Firstly, Amanhã I believe your word on the subject was 'Don't' He said a little sarcastically. He learned very quickly that Amhana had a very...odd sense of humor. So he wasn't offended at being called short, he never really was. But he was a little miffed that she thought he'd let harm fall up Jahar. Listen I know you don't like some of the things I've come up with, some have been dangerous and a few have even backfired. But I wasn't going to give him the first one. That’s why I tested it. So in case anything went wrong I was the one who got hurt. Your brother has saved my ass more times than I can count. He pulled down the bottle and held it up to Amanha. I trust your brother enough to let him throw one. That's all he would have been doing, is throwing one. Not lighting, not examining, no poking, prodding, guessing, measuring or questioning. Just throwing. Which is something your brother is quite apt at. he continued onand just so you kno... he was interrupted as Alexei came out and started yelling at him to. You couldn't wait until we got outside of the town? I mean, it's not like I don't appreciate your devices but these are normal people living here and an explosion like that causes panic. At this rate I wouldn't be surprised if we started being ignored and refused services, Ish na ka... [color] He cut himself off early. He had nearly finished saying one of the foulest curses in the Dwarven language. Alright....listen...all of you. He started, trying to calm himself down. I did not go, unguided with no plan. I did not parade into the streets yelling 'Look what I can do!' He paused. Alexei, I came out the back for a reason. You can't generally see it from the street, AND we're in an empty, vacant lot! He said gesturing around to all of the free space around him. Now if you prefer I could have tested it in say...the forest? You know ball of fire and trees, wonderful idea! He stopped to breath I understand what you’re saying and you have your points, but this was the best place to test it. And besides... he added a little more quietly If we were denied service. Well it's not like it would be the first time we had commandeered a coach. he stopped with Alexei and turned to Amanha. I know you’re concerned for your brother and I understand it. I think it's wonderfull he said sincerely but I like your brother, and owe him a lot. I will not allow any harm to him while I am still able to prevent it, just as I'm sure you wouldn’t he stopped addressing Amanha and turned to Arren And finally Arren. he said with a smile, Thank you for showing such keen interest in my creat... He was suddenly interrupted by some townie. Not again... he thought. He turned to the man and angrily shouted who the hell are you?!
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| Deleted User | May 11, 2012, 7:39 am Post #13 |
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By the time everyone ha d shown up and begun arguing over Jãhar as if he were an infant, Jãhar was already sick of it. He may not have been the most intelligent member of their little group, but he wasn't a child. He just enjoyed a simpler way of life. Until everyone had come along and spoiled what could have been fun, Jãhar was enjoying talking to the little dwarf fella. Now however, everyone was arguing and talking about how stupid of an idea it was. Amanaha was worried for her brother, Alexei was worried about offending the townspeople, and... Well, Arren didn't really seem all that worried. "I wasn't going to..." Jãhar interjected, his voice calm, almost sad and disappointed. "I knew you'd be mad at me." He said, glancing over at his sister. "Thanks for the offer, Half-Pint, maybe later." He finished, looking down towards the small man. By the time everyone had spoke up, a new voice sounded. An old man began to speak to the group, he too seemed to have something to say about the explosion. He looks too twiggy to be fun to fight... Too easy to break... Jãhar thought, weighing his options, just in case. The old man seemed harmless enough, not very pleasant, but fairly harmless. The old man did not hold a high opinion of the townspeople apparently. They had been nice enough to Jãhar, sure, they'd stared at first, most people did, he was tall and imposing; Jãhar didn't blame them for that. The barkeep had served him his brew without any rudeness, he'd even chatted with several of the patrons in the bar. Had Jãhar wished to confront the old man, he probably would have defended the people of the town, even though he barely knew them at all; first impressions meant quite a bit to him and this old man was not making a good one. Jãhar, however, did not speak up, as he'd had enough of being the center of attention. He wanted to simply move on and fade back into unimportance, waiting until later when he could fulfill his role of brawler, basher, crasher or crusher. |
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| Third Time | June 4, 2012, 6:28 am Post #14 |
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The scrawny man watched the relic hunters argue, a faint look of amusement on his weathered face. "Damn, you folks fight a lot, don'cha? But if you can use all them weapons you got, then yer welcome to ride along with me. Bandits out east are gettin' hungry enough to rob grain wagons. Can't pay, I'm afraid, but a coach woulda charged to take you that way anyways, so I reckon a free ride ain't a bad deal." He shifted his smelly pipe around, puffing heavily on it, sending a great cloud of the heavy smoke into the air. "Name's Gilroy." |
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| That Butler | November 14, 2012, 3:23 am Post #15 |
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