Tris
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Post by Tris on Sept 27, 2010 10:19:37 GMT -5
Dolwaen shot up, she could have sworn she heard something, grabbing her daggers she jumped off the bed. CRACK right then part of the roof fell and fire blazed from it. Jumping out of the way she looked up and could see that the whole roof was on fire, hopping over the bed she grabbed her coat, hat and sword and ran to the door. Out in the hallway she could hear movement in the other rooms, “FIRE!!! ON THE ROOF!!” she yelled and ran down the hall knocking on every door “WAKE UP!!!” With that done she sprinted down the stairs to look for the inn keeper’s room. Down stairs she could see that some little pieces of the thatched roof had fallen and the fire had catch on the rug and some of the tables were on fire.
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Wild Dog
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? ?The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc that one fears.? J.R.R.Tolkien
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Post by Wild Dog on Sept 28, 2010 21:22:57 GMT -5
"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? 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." Blackhawke was somewhat straight to the point, but I had my doubts. Something in what he said, about being a team member, really didn't appeal to me. I have always had this disire to be free with Blackhawke, I couldn't deal with that. Though, maybe, I could sign up and see how things go.
"Give me time to think about it, okay? Hey, why don't you and your buddy have a drink, eh? Its on me" Not waiting for an answer I paid the bartender and left. To put is bluntly, I was bushed. Tired. Worn out. By this time, Ken was already in bed. I really needed a night's sleep. Besides, my leg was acting up again. Nodding to Blackhawke, I climbed the stairs. Picking a room at random, I claimed it as my own. Throwing my coat on the ground, I shaved and crawled in the bed. Leaning my spear against the head board, Groaning, I saw the roof get fuzzy. Finally, no running around. No having adventures. Nothing. Happily, I fell into the world without reality in it. uncaring of the shadows dancing outside. Never wondering what evil was unfolding.
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And it was unfolding. The people with hawk wings on their eyes, (the people in the inn would call them Hawkeyes, but they have no idea of there existance) were moving. This was the time. The leader signaled his friends to close around the inn. A debt must be paid. They were all here for a single purpose. The debt. Reaching into their packs, they withdrew torches. The leader tensed. Weeks of planning and deception finnaly worked out. They now knew who was in that inn. And they needed to be destroyed. They already warned him. But he foolishly ignored them, like a child ignoring his mothers rules. But, even a child will get punished in the end.
Hours went by. People in the inn, they were already sleeping. All of them. By now, the streets were empty of civilians. None were there to see the men, not that it would do them any good. These men have never been in Teirm before.
The time was now, signaling, the leader lit the torch and threw it. The roof caught on fire instently. Sparks flew in all directions, creating a halo of smoke around the building. Screaming, a hawkeye fell, brained by a falling timber. Paying no attention, the leader rallied his men and left. The burning building was in nobody's mind, in that small group. Only a face.
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"WAKE UP" a frantic voice called out. The sound of timbers creaking startled me. Instictivaly, I reached for my spear. In the past, it saved my life. But, it was little use to fight fire. Groaning, I leaped (well limped) out of bed. Bending far more then I though possible, the ceiling looked ready to fall in any moment. Quickly, I threw a shirt on and ran out the door. Ahead of me, a girl was screaming and knocking on doors. I had to admit, the girl had guts. Running around in a burning building saving people. She ran downstairs and I followed her. The inn was beyond saving. Tables were burning. The beer and achol probably didn't help things. Seeing that the ceiling was going to give out in a matter of minutes, I bolted outside. There, I saw everybody. The Pirate. The lady who started a barfight. The girl. And a very grumpy looking Ken.
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phrostphyre
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I'm the Rascal King.
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Post by phrostphyre on Oct 11, 2010 19:41:47 GMT -5
After no one had signed with him, Hawke had left, taking Johnny with him. However, the people inside had intrigued him. Once Johnny was deposited back at the ship, Blackhawke had made his way back to the tavern and rented the room across from it, a bottle of whiskey and his saber keeping him company as he watched. Old habits died hard, and he nursed the whiskey slowly as he waited for something to happen. During his time at the tavern, he had felt a prickling in between his shoulder blades. He had never ignored that feeling; it had kept him alive several times.
Hawke had watched the group set fire to the tavern, and was now trailing them. He strode along slowly, as if drunk, but his saber was loose in the scabbard. He hadn't survived this long as a pirate to trust in any gods or goddesses.
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