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Post by Tris on Sept 16, 2010 12:49:12 GMT -5
Having calculated her days wrong Dolwaen had gotten to Teirm at night. Being by the sea fog had rolled in and the city looked spooky with its high white walls. Dolwaen thought it might be a good idea to just stay outside the city with all the robbers and killers out at night but also knowing the predators that come out at night outside she thought better of it and went to the gate, bribing the guard there she slipped inside the city gate. Not knowing Teirm as well as she would have liked she started down a well lit street. Even though she did not scare easy at all she started to jump at every little shadow I hope I find an inn soon she thought. A few minutes later she found a street that she knew and remembered that and inn was close by, but to get there she had to go through a dark alley of coarse she thought with a grim smile as she looked down the alley, she didn’t see anyone but just to be safe she draw one of her daggers.
------- Comments: sorry this was not a very good one
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Post by Wild Dog on Sept 16, 2010 15:43:23 GMT -5
I have seen some really bad places in my life, but this takes the cake. Teirm was a mess. Beggars were everywhere. Cutthroats, thieves, and unsavory people all were crowding around me. My spear and my wits were the only things I had that they didn't. I was dressed decently, enough that I stuck out of the crowd like a sore thumb. Well, I needed a place to bunker down. I hadn't seen Brand for days, which was nice. But right now, I could really use his men. Flashing my spear, the crowd hissed and scattered. Their shadows casting eerie pictures on the alley walls.
I was not familiar with Teirm, at least not in the dark. I do believe, however, that a friend of mine own a inn around here. I started off, with my spear in hand. The street I was on wasn't well lit, but it gave enough light to see where I was going. Tripping, I fell straight into the wall. Stars were so beautiful tonight. Shaking my head, I sat up. Wincing. The street was so silent. not a mouse scurried. The wind, idle the previous day, now moaned quietly. A shifting of feet was the only warning I had of an attacker. Swinging my spear around, I leaned back. The sword whipped where my head used to be and I exhaled sharply. Didn't quite lean far away. Blood dripped down my cheek and into the murky stones below. Great.
While the attacker reversed his stance to make up for the fact that he missed, I lunged forward slamming my knee into his gut the same time I thrust my sword. Stupidest thing I ever did. If I even bothered to check if he wore armor, then I wouldn't have broken my knee. Just the same, the sword slid right into his neck. Wincing, I used my spear as a walking stick. This was going to be painful night.
Walking, or rather, limping towards the general area of the inn, I finally reached it. Swinging the door open, I was greeted with a sight so precious to me, i almost cried. Ken Enls greeted me warmly. He seated me at a table and ran to get a proper crutch. Outside, the shadows continued to dance.
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 16, 2010 17:45:25 GMT -5
"Mr. Murphy, run up our colors. Let's make a good show for the civvies in the dock, hm? Quartermaster, tell me what ye think, aye?""Well, Blackhawke. If we do that, Port Authority might open fire with archers." To Blackhawke, this seemed a good line of reasoning. Except for the fact that no one in any Port Authority dared fire on him. Jack 'Blackhawke' Hawke was currently the only privateer operating in Alagaesia. Rather than lose him, both sides granted him immunity, because he preyed on the other like a hawk preys on rabbits and mice. "By damned, your right Quartermaster! Run up the Imperial colors! Let's give the civvies an even better damned show! By the gods, I do love my job."~*~ The streets of Teirm had changed. It had been five long ones since Blackhawke had walked this part of town. The cavalry sabre at his side, Hawke sashayed down the dark street, passing a young woman. Glancing briefly at her, he continued on his way, searching for the tavern where one of his crewmen were in a predicament: He had purchased the use of a whore at a inn tavern thingy, but had no cash. Hawke would loan him the cash, and then they'd all have a drink. Grinning at the thought, a rough voice startled him out of his thought process. "Alright here, richie. Hand over all yer cash 'fore I slit yer throat." The face matched the voice, Hawke judged. Ugly, rough, and trying to rob him. "I'm afraid I cannot be doing that, good sir. Now, I'll buy ye a drink in just a wee moment.""Oh youz won't be doing that, richie. I want your cash, and now!" The thug lunged, his knife in front of him, only to be caught upon Hawke's sabre. Looking down, he coughed up blood before looking back up and dieing. Shaking his head, Blackhawke eased the body down and cleaned his blade on the man's shirt before continuing into the inn tavern thingy. Here's a picture of the vaunted sabre: www.stanleylondon.com/swordtrooper1.jpg
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Post by Tris on Sept 16, 2010 20:30:57 GMT -5
Just shadows just shadows Dolwaen kept telling herself as she walked down the very long alley. It really annoyed her how all her muscles would tense up at ever little noise and movement well at least I won’t be taken by surprise but right as she thought it she heard a man’s soft moan she jumped a mile, get ahold of your self girl she told herself sternly . Running as softly as she could she retched the end of the alley and looked around the corner. She sew two men there fighting it was too dark to see what exactly what was happening but it ended with a crack of some bone braking and a man limping off to the inn she had been looking for. Someone opened the door and helped the man in. Well that was interesting she thought as she opened the inns door and walked it to the brightly lit room. Man where drinking and laughing and some where sing drunkenly. Disgusting, I could seal from each and every man in this room and they wouldn’t know until morning thinking of all the useful thing she could by with that money shaking her head she walked over to the counter to get a room.
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Post by Wild Dog on Sept 17, 2010 11:19:13 GMT -5
"Ken Enls, you look fine, I haven't seen you since I bought that horse from you" I said, as loudly as I could. While I haven't seen for so long, the horse bit wasn't really true. The last time I saw him was when we were scheming to get Varden spies out of the city. That was a secret though. The inn changed from those years. New tables, new windows. He even has a bar set up. It seemed quite popular, with the amount of singing going on.
"Araris, you old dog, I would love to talk about old times, but," and he stared at a newcomer, "I have to go" The newcomer was a girl, well, a lady. About eighteen, no, twenty years of age. Her eyes looked daunted, and Araris knew why. The night seemed to be the devil's party. Unsavory people milling around with business only they knew, and others didn't want to know. The singing increased, a screeching, pathetic sound only a child, and a deaf on at that, would call it singing. One of the singers glanced at the lady, eying her and Araris. Probably judging who to to rob. Finally, he stood up and wobbled. Then he advanced on me. He though, perhaps, that a wounded man was easier to steal from.
It has been my guilty pleasure to break people's bubble, and that was what I was going to do. When he came withing reach, I lashed out with my spear. Taken by surprise, he fell to the ground. Ken looked up at me, and motioned a brute of a man. It took me awhile, but I finally recognized Tgak Enls, his brother. He was about six feet tall, and seemed to have tree trunks for arms.
"Tgak, nice to see you again. Tell me, how are you?" He didn't answer. He just lifted the limp body and dragged him to the door. After that, he grabbed his drink, and sat down next to Araris.
"Araris. Its been to long. You need to know a few things" this was typical Tgak. Straight to the point.
"Well, then, how are things with you and Ken?"
"Araris, things are not good. You remember Ken's children. Sweet kids. Well, they grew up and became strapping young lads. Ken (and me) were so proud of them. Then, the Imperials. They took his sons and sold them into the army. Within the month, they were dead. Ken's wife killed herself when she heard. After that, Ken joined the resistance here............ Is that why you are here?"
"No, I was in the area and though I would drop in."
Tgak fell silent and I followed. I never really liked the empire. Outside, the devil continued to play.
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Post by KYOU KANZAKI on Sept 17, 2010 13:37:01 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/center] [/color] A dark haired girl sigh with a look of boredom placed on her face. She had come along because her friend (cough, stupid murtagh) wouldn't go with her on one of her 'adventures'. Tapping her fingers on the wooden table with impatience, she watched as some girl delivered her some of her ale. Arwen gave the girl a small smile before looking at the golden color of the ale. She whispered some spells, to make sure it wasn't drugged. It wasn't and so Arwen took a gulp of it. She let out a loud 'ahhhh~' as she sat back on her chair and felt relaxed. The girl decided to only take her knives with her and they were hidden underneath her cloak. Nobody would know. Besides, she was pretty good a hiding her little coin bag. Nobody would be able to steal it! Arwen was satisfied with herself. She hummed to herself while looking at the table, her finger tracing some of the lines that other had made before. She saw a few men approach her table. Smiles. All smiles. The girl looked up, her blue eyes remained calm. Hey there, sweet cheeks. The girl shot a smile back as she sweetly said, Call me sweet cheeks and I'll show you how sweet I really can be. The man grinned, seating himself at her table, chuckling. Arwen rose a brow as she asked him with a cooler tone, Er, I don't exactly remember inviting you to my table. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as the men laughed loudly as if she had said some sort of rich joke. Her eyebrow remained high as she gave them all an annoyed smile. Please leave. The man answered her back with a laugh and one of the men managed to get and arm around her waist. The girl jumped slightly, her eyes going down to slits as she glared dangerously at them. Sweet cheeks. Let loose! Have some fun with us, eh?Arwen shot him an irritated smile before gripped the man's arm around her waist with sudden strength. Her livid blue eyes faced the man her voice dripping with venom. Let go and I won't break your arm. The man looked hesitant before slowly taking his arm back. She turned back to the man in charge and her blue eyes were on fire. Didn't I tell you not to call me sweet cheeks? He reached over and stroked her cheek with a rough thumb. She growled and elbowed him in the face and then grabbed his throat violently. Don't you dare touch me. Scum. she snarled with a look of anger shown on her face. His group were murmuring now and they looked dangerous. She gritted her teeth together before throwing him back slightly, pushing him away from her. Why was she so attracted to trouble? She was about to walk back towards her table before she felt someone grab her hair and pull violently. Arwen couldn't help but give a yelp as she was pulled back. Her automatic reflex was to go for her knives, but she stopped herself in time. Instead, she elbowed him in his gut and kicked him down on his knees. Why you bastard... she growled, her blue eyes darkening and narrowing once more. She could kill him right then and there. Snapping his neck would be just too easy. Then again...the girl then decided to just knock him out with a finishing snap of her leg that landed on his neck. It knocked over a table and two chairs, but that really didn't matter to her. She walked over him (stepping on his belly and hands for good measure) before sitting herself down at the bar with grace. I'll have some shots please. Thanks, bartender. [/size][/ul]
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 17, 2010 16:34:43 GMT -5
To Blackhawke, the bar was a place of organized chaos. Strangely, it reminded him of the Retribution before, during, and after battle. A place of chaos with a purpose. Ignoring the bleeding body beneath his feet, and a half-elf getting up from a destroyed table, Hawke made an announcement.
"Alright, lads. I'm the Blackhawke. I happen to be needing five able bodied men to sign up for my ship. I don't care if you're running from the law, or whatever. I need five men. I'll be upstairs taking care of something for about five minutes; I'll be back down."
Moving, Blackhawke went up the stairs and disappeared to pay for his crewman's pleasure.
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Post by Tris on Sept 18, 2010 12:36:27 GMT -5
The inn keeper was talking to a to a man and now that she sew him she thought it was the man who had been in the alley. But right as she walked over to the counter he came swiftly over to help her. “Um… can I have a a small… room please” she tried she really did but the hesitation was still there, she mentally kicked herself for getting her hopes up, that it would just go away because she had not spoken strait to a person on so long. Thinking her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed a man take a step towards her and then thinking better of it walked over to the man with the crutch. But before he even got close to the man’s pockets the man lashed out with his scary looking spear and the man crumpled making a bloody mess. She sighed thinking it could have been her. She looked again at the man with the crutch he look calm and unscaved . She started for the stairs but before she got there all the excitement began, a girl started a bar fight from what she could see and a man made an announcement "Alright, lads. I'm the Blackhawke. I happen to be needing five able bodied men to sign up for my ship. I don't care if you're running from the law, or whatever. I need five men. I'll be upstairs taking care of something for about five minutes; I'll be back down." interesting.
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Post by Wild Dog on Sept 18, 2010 16:44:47 GMT -5
The bar fight was over. The lady, sitting now at the bar, seemed to win. Interesting people here tonight. The lady who started a fight. The girl...no lady at the counter. And me. With my elven spear, I must have drawn attention. Had to be, I've been mugged twice now. Well, life is rough. And, the night just kept getting better and better.
"Alright, lads. I'm the Blackhawke. I happen to be needing five able bodied men to sign up for my ship. I don't care if you're running from the law, or whatever. I need five men. I'll be upstairs taking care of something for about five minutes; I'll be back down." A rich looking man walked into the door, and announced that. He looked, sorta, like a pirate. Stories from Brand told me made Blackhawke sound like a terrible man. Such stories, though, he didn't look the part. He walked upstairs, with a gait that proclaimed him a sea person.
A part of me wanted to join his group. But blindly? No, I needed to find more about him. I would have called him over, but he was already gone. Well, next time I see him, in about five minutes, I will buy him a drink. Which reminded me. I am thristy. Amazing, isn't it, that a near dealth experience can kick your body up a notch and make you forget little details.
Groaning, I got up, and wobbled over to the bar. Pulling a few coins out of my purse, I bought a drink. Ken was fussing over the state of his inn. Tgak, the bouncer, also had a strong, stone face on. After another fight ensued, he had enough.
Hollowing, on the top of his lungs, he said, "Alright, I want everybody out in five. Those that want to stay here, you may continue your buisness. In fact, I have many rooms open."
"this happen alot?" I commented, as tgak through bodies, dead or alive, out the door.
"Well, things are worse here now then ever before. The king has locked down this city, and crime has increased. I go to bed every night hopeing that my place doesn't burn down. We've had many fires here before. But, on a happier note, would you like a room?"
"Yes, I would, but not now. I would like to eat and drink awhile"
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Post by KYOU KANZAKI on Sept 19, 2010 15:32:59 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/center] [/color] she gave him a smile before drinking the shot in a gulp. It was the waiting game for her for she was to wait for someone, well, a particular fellow that was supposed to be coming through that door. Her blue eyes narrowed dangerously, feeling the tension in her fingers. She wanted to just get this over with. Was he not going to make it tonight? Arwen growled, feeling annoyed that her victim wasn't on time. Killing people for fun really wasn't all that fun. Killing people for the king and getting freebies from it...well, that was fun. The man on the crutches came beside her, talking to the innkeeper. She then decided to sound conversational, since her victim was running late anyways. Hey. What happened to you?Yes, she was speaking to the man in crutches and if he didn't answer, she would probably go back talking to the bloody bartender. Gods, why was it so boring here? [/size][/ul]
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 20, 2010 17:54:58 GMT -5
Blackhawke spent the five minutes haggling with the...less lawful side of the business upstairs. They wanted more money for having to wait to be paid. Hawke disagreed. Eventually, though, he paid. What else could he do? Sighing, he led his crewman downstairs.
"Bring us a round of whiskey, bartender. Johnny, go sit at that table." Hawke indicated the table with a nod of his head, then took a seat at the bar and waited for someone to try to sign onto his crew.
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Post by Tris on Sept 21, 2010 11:42:02 GMT -5
It’s time to sleep Dolwaen thought as she started to walked to the stairs. She felt very tired and all she wanted to do was sleep in a place where she didn’t have to worry about her belongings being stolen, walking up the stairs she past the pirate man on his way down and heard another bar fight going on down stairs, and then "Alright, I want everybody out in five. Those that want to stay here, you may continue your buisness. In fact, I have many rooms open." Good then it should be a relatively quiet night. She found her room, unlocked the door and walked in, dropping she satchel on the floor, her coat, hat and her sword on the night stand and her daggers under her pillow. Dropping on to the bed, she grabbed the blanket and blow out the candle.
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Post by Wild Dog on Sept 21, 2010 14:37:13 GMT -5
"I'll take a room, yeah? Oh, and I'll pay for the damages. It's nothing, really" the lady who stirred up the fight told Ken. She smiled at him, then bottomed a glass. I heard a door open and close in the back. Maybe Tgak came back from throwing the bodies out.
"Hey. What happened to you?" I turned to find the lady who caused the bar fight right next to me. A guess you could call her pretty. But, a life that called for a woman wasn't for me, so don't take my advice. Still, the way she stirred up a fight just by beinging there, begs the differ. So yes, she was pretty.
"A cutthroat waylaid me in the alley. I bashed my knee on accident, sorta forgot that he had armor on."
Behind me, the girl-lady walked upstairs. Probably to go to bed. She puzzled me. Couldn't figure out what she does. She didn't look like she worked. Well, have to ask about it, later. Blackhawke came down and stood by me. I really am debating whether or not to join his group. I might be interested, but I wanted more adventure. He seemed to stately to be taking risks. But, can't judge a man by his appearance, like you can't judge a book by its cover.
He announced to Ken, "Bring us a round of whiskey, bartender. Johnny, go sit at that table." Johnny, did. He then seemed to wait for people to come up at him. Ken, in turn, walked out of the room, after giving him the drinks, and disappeared. Tgak, the brute of a man, took over the bar.
The riffraff cleared out. In the inn, there was only me, the girl-lady, the lady that stirred the fight, Blackhawke and his friend, Johnny, and two other people. One old man, looking too weak to stand, and a younger man. Black hair. Had a scar running down his face. He looked quite tired, but alert. He was waiting. For what, I really didn't want to know. He wouldn't have been interesting to me, but for one thing. On one hand, he had six, no seven fingers. Also, he had a tattoo around his left eye. To eagles, with their wings out. <<<<<<<<<<<<<---------*------->>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Ken was a nice man. He feared the government and hated it. He never liked crime nor gangs. He remembered Araris, but had mixed feeling for him. Didn't really enjoy his company, bad things always happen with him around. But he saved his life, so he had to accept him as a friend. He never over reacts. Never gets angry. He hated rough playing in his inn. His inn was the only thing he had left over. He would lord over it, protecting it with his life.
What was in front of him, though, scared him to his bone. A letter, for him, appeared on his desk in the back office. On it, the words "you are next, pay up, or suffer" His pulse quickened. He knew who they were. He hated them. Feared that they would come.
"Alright, get a hold on yourself Ken. This can't be them. I need sleep" So he remedied that situation. He crawled into his bed, trusting that Tgak will keep the ruffians down. Little did he realize that going to bed wasn't the best bet.
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I decided to talk to Blackhawke. He seemed a interesting guy. I said goodbye to the lady I was talking too and got up. Walking over to him, I leaned my crutches on the counter and said.
"So, you are Blackhawke? Heard alot about you. Tell me, is the pay good? How much of an adventure is it?" In wanted to get him talking. Just to here more about him. Why here?
The two other people present, old man and the seven fingered man, had left. The old man paid is bill, and climbed up the stairs. The man, seemed to smirk around the place, and exited the door. Soon, he was out of him memory.
Outside, the wind died down. The night wore on. Outside people who had no business with things outside quickly scurried inside. Those that had business outside, dreaded it. They walked around, head down, avoiding eye contact. They prayed that they could finish their tasks to get inside. There were those, however, that the night suited them greatly. They came from all over the city, like ghosts to a graveyard. They circled the area the inn was at. Waiting. Tonight, they would strike. They prepared. They were all each different. Some were short. Some fat. Some long. Some skinny. Some were a mixture of two of them. Others, by the trick of the dark, seemed to be a combination of all. But one thing was clear. They had a tattoo on their eye. Two eagles, with wings upswept.
Note: don't worry, me and Tris have an idea, don't give up yet.
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Post by KYOU KANZAKI on Sept 25, 2010 22:27:40 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/center] [/color] she trailed off, not knowing if he even liked magic or anything. Her blue eyes then flickered back to the group of people behind her who were talking rather loudly. Arwen rose a brow at the man who called the bartender to bring them a round. She remained silent though, her blue eyes watching them ever so carefully. For some reason, this reminded her of some sort of deja vu...nevermind that though. The dark haired beauty the turned back to the wounded man and saw him staring at a man. She turned once more to see the old man and the younger looking man. She observed the younger man and decided that he was alright looking. Not hideous, but alright. The only problem was the...six fingers? Or was it seven? She couldn't exactly see since part of the table was blocking her view. She sighed before running a hand through her hair. The man then excused himself as she was about to say something. Rolling her eyes, she bid the man farewell and lugged herself upstairs. she would just have to tell the king that her subject never showed up. Damn. She was gonna get an earful. -- Later that night, she felt uncomfortable. She woke up and found her swords, hugging them tight to her. Something just didn't feel right and Arwen was worried. For the first time in a while, she felt very alone. [/size][/ul]
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 26, 2010 15:42:04 GMT -5
"So, you are Blackhawke? Heard alot about you. Tell me, is the pay good? How much of an adventure is it?"
"I'll address your questions in order. I am indeed Blackhawke. Each man gets an equal share of the loot, with myself getting fifteen percent, the mates and quartermaster getting ten percent each. There's three of them, so the last fifty-five percent is divided between the crew. If you can handle fighting and killing an dieing as a team, join. Because we're a team. You sleep, you fight, you eat, you die with the other men on the Retribution. That's what a team does. Can you be a team member?" Hawke wasn't embellishing the truth. He had learned to be a leader at the feet of his father, a leader of his fellow gallowglass. But to be a successful leader, you had to be able to follow orders and do the things you ask your men to do yourself. Hawke had always been willing to do that. His cavalry platoon had loved him; he was always in the front of a charge. His men supported him; he was the first off the Retribution and onto the other ship.
"Are you willing to step up and lead like a man when I'm dead and my mates and quartermaster are dead, too? Because I take following sheep, and turn them into men in the forge of naval combat. I send leaders of men into the world. If you can't handle the heat of the forge of naval combat, I hope you can survive as long as it takes to desert." Taking a huge gulp of his drink, Hawke sighed and leaned back as Johnny took a piece of paper from his pack and set in on the table.
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