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Topic Started: 4 May 2011, 12:03 AM (1,155 Views)
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The waitress looked at him for a moment, not expecting such tone, but then simply shook her head and walked to the back of the counter, taking care of the customers´ orders. It was a rather lively late afternoon in the inn, as everyone wanted to hide from the biting cold outside.

Because of that, everyone seemed to be sitting rather far from all-black clothed figure sitting in the corner. A dark mage, indeed. And it was a common knowledge that the dark ether in their bodies actually made the air around them colder, especially in case of more powerful ones.

"I... am?" Nive raised his look from the empty bowl infront if him, unsure what to expect from the man. "...do you... want to go outside later today, sir?" he asked eventually, not liking the silence, turning his eyes down again.
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
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Staring at the boy Firrah shrugged taking a few long gulps from the tankard.

"After we have a meal, some drink we are gonna find some warm clothes for you then we are going to go to the dark mages. I don't want you to die of the cold because you are worth more to me alive than dead. So be thankful for your healing powers, that's what's keeping you alive... No pun intended."

Firrah's eyes start to casually scan about the place looking for a suitable person possibly the same size or slightly larger than Nive.
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn."

- Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah.
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He made a shy, nervous smile when Firrah remarked the fact about his healing powers. He saw some joke in it, even despite the warrior said he didn´t mean it so.

Meanwhile, the waitress came again.

"Would you like something to drink? Or did you order the second drink to your son?" she asked Firrah.

"Oh-wait... I... urm..." Nive gasped for breath. "I... will have a glass of water, if I could, please. Thank you." He looked on her nervously.

Immediately, he caught the attention of the cloaked person in the corner. It had hood over face, but it was visible that it turned towards Nive...

"Wait... get some clothes... now?" he asked Firrah quickly. "But at this time, there is no-one at the marketplace?"
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
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Nearly choking on his drink, Firrah placed his mug down on the table and wiped his face. Then turning his attention upon the waitress.

"Tankard of ale for me, and some more soup and meat for the boy, instead of water get the kid some ale! No son of mine will drink water while in a ale house." Firrah says quickly, looking at Nive wandering where the waitress got that idea from.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, sighing loudly.

"Look around you boy, people are walking market places. You like their sword you take it, you like their cloak and armour you take it. By the gods how were you raised?"
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn."

- Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah.
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"But-!" he made one more attempt to stop the waitress before she walked away again. "Ale?" he leaned back into his seat, saying that in a rather scared tone. "I have no idea what will that do to me..." he whispered.

Still, the strangest look on his face came after Firrah´s remark about walking ´marketplaces´.

"You can´t- just-"

He swallowed his last words, realising he was still with the person that killed the general. Not a clever idea to oppose him, something in the back of his head reminded him.

"...um... as a child in a village close to Deepsky?" he tried to talk it over, answering the second question.
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
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Firrah smiled sinisterly, listening to the boy fearing the tankard of ale coming his way.

"If you drink enough of it you'll get drunk, obviously. But the first tankard you have might make you tipsy, by the looks of you, you haven't had a strong ale before have you?"

Waiting for his drink of ale, Firrah casually glances around the tavern examining people noticing a dark clad figure in the corner, watching the person carefully.

"Hm we have some company in the corner, be ready just in case."
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn."

- Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah.
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"I... didn´t," he replied shortly and tried to back from the table a little in his sit, obviously fearing Firrah. "There was no time to, I´ve been in the army since I was born-"

He paused, realising he shouldn´t probably talk about his backround. And especially not to strangers. He was nervous, tired and not at the best place he would like to be. Still, he knew he couldn´t leave Firrah. That would just be an equivalent of suicide for him...

"A... company...?!" he tried not to look into the corner to raise more unwanted attention. He was sweating, there was too much going on for him.


Meanwhile in the corner, the half-living lips of the person under the cloak moved slightly. He was whispering something.

Something only the banshee Nirka could hear and understand.

"So... you have returned, oh?" he spoke in kenthra to her.

"Yes, my master." she was floating next to him, invisible for naked eye. "We have carried out your order. The general is dead." There was no other person in the tavern that could understand them. Kenthra was the undead language. The language of the Dark Order. For strangers, it sounded like a line of hissing and unpleasant sounds, not making any sence.

"Who is the person that came with you?" he asked her. "I see inside him. A half-blooded neeva, crossbreed of human and the lesser race. And a white mage. A trouble that is not worth of bringing here."

"He came in handy during our journey. He is loyal to the warrior and helped him to heal his wounds."
Nirka replied.

"He got hurt in Traitor´s Watch?" the mage asked, watching Firrah from under the hood.

"Yes," she lied. "We needed the boy."

"Well, he won´t need it the moment we turn him into our servant,"
he replied. "It is time to give him a warm welcome."

The moment he finished his last sentence, he raised his cloaked hand. An iron staff suddenly appeared in it, materialising from inside the mage´s closed palm.

Before anyone in the tavern could react, a dark spell knocked them unconscious. All the guards, patrons, everyone from the visitors. The waitress carrying meal and drinks which all fell on the floor, spilling. Everyone aside of Firrah and Nive.

"Glad you made it back, warrior."
he raised up from his seat and spoke in a common language. The cloak fell down his face. It was a half-skull and half face. Ngye. The dark mage standing above Allegia, and, according to Nirka said, the one who was supposed to imprison her in the close future. "And as I see, you brought some souvenirs with you?"

He pointed on Nive with his skeletal hand. The boy was scared to death, shielding himself behind a ´bubble´ of light.
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
- Shakespeare
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"Ah man, it's a dark mage." Firrah hissed in a whisper, sliding a dagger out from his belt slowly he rests it on Nives thigh, without looking at the boy, Firrah continues. "Just in case it turns nasty, stab him while I thrash him around. If you do this you will go free no strings attached."

When the Dark Mage uses his magic to put everyone to sleep, Firrah regards it as a mere inconvience, leaning back into his chair he looks at the spilt ale and food.

"What a waste of good ale! Is that all the Dark Order is? A group of rotting corpses just annoying people and wasting good food and drink."

Standing from his seat he moves across the tavern, regarding the sleeping people casually, he searches through their money pouches, taking rings and necklaces. Firrah takes a few coats and cloaks and tosses them to Nive.

"Here try these on, I told you people are walking market places."

Finally regarding Nyge with semi interest, Firrah scratches his chin with one hand ready on the handle of his axe, smiling when Nyge refers to Nive as a souvenir.

"Yeah he has proved useful he can heal and that is good for me. Anyways I killed the general and I didn't get to kill anyone else which I'm awful disappointed. So I am not in the mood for mind or word games, give me what I want."
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn."

- Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah.
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Ngye grinned when Firrah scolded the Dark Order, turning the skeletal half of his face towards him. "Is that all the living are about? Eating and drinking? Just annoying undead by standing in their way..." he caught his wand by second hand, placing its end on the floor. "Not to mention that you seem to be terribly defenceless against a single spell?" He pointed on one of the laying soldiers, lifted him up remotely and threw the man all across the room against a wall.

Nive just held the belongings the warrior handed him, still staring in shock. "But... sir, you can´t just-"

"Oh, isn´t this funny? It is referring to you as its master!"
Ngye remarked. "Should I call it your ´pet´ instead of a souvenir, perhaps?" he let out a short, biting laughter.

Firrah could feel a chill on his skin, telling him that Nirka was somewhere close.

"Healing... pfft," Ngye continued. "You won´t need that one soon. Come, and we might give you what you wanted?" he lifted his arm, showing the blades attached to it under the cloak.

"Listen..." a silent voice whispered in Firrah´s head while the mage was still speaking. "It might be a fatal mistake, but now it´s a chance to kill him without anybody watching us. I cannot do it myself, he is too strong. Buit if you would, or the boy... but act swiftly. Don´t talk, I can read your mind," Nirka said.
"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
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"Yeah it's what we, living creatures do. While dead creatures, such as yourself your rotting stinkiness should be six foot under with a heavy rock on the top."

Smiling cheekily as Nyge states that Firrah is vulnerable to the magical attacks that he was capable of, but Firrah turns his head to the young boy and shakes his head, turning to face Nive fully his back to Nyge. Making small gestures signally the boy to get ready for a possible attack.

"I just gave you the damn clothing, you just took it, so you just did it."

Turning back to face Nyge with a large smile.

"Until then I'll have the boy so if my mortal body does get injured he will heal me."

Moving towards the mage, Firrah wraps an arm around Nyge's shoulder in a friendly gesture, facing him towards the door. With one hand going behind his back to draw a dagger, hopefully Nive would get the idea to attack.
"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn."

- Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah.
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