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Post by elflord9d on Feb 1, 2005 13:51:27 GMT -5
ok this is where you just RPG as a character from your army. do whatever you want. just aas long as there is no mast killing spree's or anything dumb like that. ill start everyone off.
inside the pigmy hippo inn its is dim and lit up by the small glow of candles. there are many Tileans drainking and telling old battle tales at the bar. There is a cloaked character in the corner with a glass of wine it seems like. there are many ofther people in the inn to talk to as well.
(EDIT: Ive just just give the RPG a name).
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Post by Arguleon Veq on Feb 1, 2005 18:06:19 GMT -5
Valmont, strides into the inn and pulls up a chair in a dark corner.
There he conceals his blood stained hands under the table and asks a passing barmaid to bring a drink. A good quality wine. Which thought Valmont wasn't all that good quality out in the border princes.
He had just completed his task, he had murdered lord of a large villa just outside of aldium. He was now waiting for his mysterious benefactor.
Valmont tried to persuade himself that the man had good reason to die, he had been plotting to take alduim with his zanti allies.
Still the money was good, and that was Valmonts main concern, life was hard here. But there was plenty of work for a man like him.
The Inn door opened and and a hooded figure walked in accompanied by a biting wind that whipped up the fire and made all inside pull their coats tighter around themselves.....
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 1, 2005 18:32:42 GMT -5
Through the door strode an Orc.
"Orc" is not quite the right term. It looked like an Ogre who'd painted his skin green. The hulking monster was barely able to fit through the door. The beast grinned at the bar, then stepped aside to allow another figure in. This was a man in the uniform of a crossbowman. He strode up to the bar, and leaned on the counter. The Orc instinctively took position on his flank.
"My name is Mr Fletcher. The 'Mr' is non-negotiable. This is Mr Bigtoof, who does not negotiate about anything." "I jes' hits people." "Indeed. You will provide us with a room, food and ale. Although I doubt you have one, and even if you do, I question its stock, I would like to ask if you have a Wine Cellar here, and if you do, I will be purchasing several items therein."
There was a soft clink, the sound of lots of money trying to be quiet inside a full purse.
"And we will pay in Evadian Gold Coin."
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Post by Arguleon Veq on Feb 1, 2005 18:46:15 GMT -5
Valmont's attention was drawn away from the hooded figure that had walked in earlier, even his keen eyesight could not penetrate that dark cowel.
He now stared at the hulking orc. Mr Bigtoof. The border princes allowed all sorts to roam the lands, even under the rule of Lord Varko, holder of the capital city Malko.
An Evadian too. Now that was interesing. Valmont had always wondered why this powerful people had never tried to take the Border Princes and expand their realm. Having lived all his life in this region Valmont had encountered Evadians before. Very hard to assassinate, nearly every one of them seemd to know how to fight.
Still maybe this newcomer had something to do with his mysterious benefactor or maybe his mind was just working overtime....
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 1, 2005 18:59:25 GMT -5
Fletcher turned around, examining the bar's occupants.
"We are looking for a man named Ludvig von Kraddan. He is wanted for banditry, brigandy, and so on. We understand he is in the area... and would appreciate any assistance you can all give." The Orc cracked his knuckles. It wasn't so much a threat as a method of reminding everyone what those knuckles were attached to. "An' don't forget we'z 'ere for 'im first! We'z hired ta' 'fump 'im, but I'll doo any o' yooz fer free..." "Mr Bigtoof, you have a knack for diplomacy." "I know... I fink it's in da trunk wiv da gubbinz."
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Post by Arguleon Veq on Feb 1, 2005 19:16:07 GMT -5
Valmont would freely admit that some things scare him. But not much, mainly due to the fact that he is extremeley self confident.
Still, although he didnt like bieng spoken to like that by a filthy orc, he wasnt going to take one on and an Evadian at that with only his long danger that was concealed under his cloak.
'I'm off' grumbled Valmont and stood up to leave, the person who was to meet him would no doubt get in touch somehow, people that like normally did.
He shot the orc a disdainful glance and strode nonchalontly, mainly so as to show he wasn't scared of this greenskin, towards the door.....
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Post by elflord9d on Feb 1, 2005 19:45:59 GMT -5
in the door comes a Elathain dresed in his green cloak with a bow and quiver on his back. As he walks in he bumps into Valmont and Valmont trips and starts to fall and Elathain grabs his arm before he gets enough momentum to take them both down. "Many apolagies" he says.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on Feb 1, 2005 19:58:07 GMT -5
' I don't need your help ' Snarled Valmont at the stranger that had bundled into him.
Valmont pushed away the tall stranger and continued towards the door.
So much for nonchalonce, and Valmont was sure he could hear that oafish greenskin chuckling at him.
Valmont seethed, he did not suffer fools lightly, nor did he appreciate bieng laughed at. The last man to do so lost an eye to a throwing knife hurled from the shadows.
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Post by elflord9d on Feb 1, 2005 20:11:13 GMT -5
"Turns to Valmont. looking as though he was almost insulted "Excuse me sir but there is no need to be rude as i have apologized. Primitive Manlings...." Elathain turned to go inside. and spied an orc looking his way and chukling. "What could an orc be laughing at?" Eleathian couldnt fathom what sort odd primitive things could possibly entertain those creatures. Then Elathain felt a tap on the shoulder.
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Post by monkeyking on Feb 2, 2005 14:05:17 GMT -5
The rain beat down outside, rattling againest the windows and drumming upon the roof. Vanos sat hooded in the shadows watching the show.
Valmont, ever the pompous fool he thought as he watched the assassin leave. He had obviously done his job that he was hired to do, perhaps it was time for Vanos to actually pay him.
Acrid smoke wreathed around his head as it drifted from his pipe, turning slightly he watched the orc and man at the bar, their bravado washing off from them in waves. Fletcher huh? He had heard the name of the hunter before him parading like a peathingy. His reputation preceded him.
Vanos swept up his cloak and wide brimmed hat, ignoring the newcomer to the inn who trundled into Valmont. Vanos strode towards Valmont, it was time Vanos von Draffner, Witch hunter captain to give Valmont his due reward.
A smirk flickered across his shadowed features.
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 2, 2005 14:14:59 GMT -5
Like any good Mercenary, Fletcher was working down "the List".
There were some things a Mercenary should always do in a pub. It was an unwritten rule. Admittedly, either through circumstance, pressures of time, lack of resources, gender, or personal tastes, no man ever did everything, but they did most.
Currently, Fletcher was working on #17: sleep with the barmaid.
"So there we were. My men were lined up, firing volley upon volley at the barbarians, but they came on regardless. Knowing there was only one way to end this... here, let me top up your wineglass... I casually took aim, spotted the leader, and fired a bolt that pierced his black heart. At his death, the maruaders faltered, and began to flee. Few escaped our shots, and we left many a berzerker for dead in the snows of Kislev that day..."
Meanwhile, Bigtoof was smashing through #4: Get blind drunk, with the speed and ferocity that only an Orc could manage.
"'ere... how many wuz dat now?" "14 pints, sir." "mmm... roit... Oi'll av' wutever'z in dat bottle on top o' dat shef dere..."
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skogul
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Post by skogul on Feb 2, 2005 16:14:42 GMT -5
The door slams open and cracks upon its hinges a largely built figure stands in the opening before stepping inside, He scans the room before...
'i'm looking for a man named valmont, my name is Danzig and he owes me big time'
Danzig looks at the cliente, brushing his glance over each in turn he falters when he see's the orc and his hand reachs for his blade, he stops suddenly checking himself and stalks towards the bar
'give me your best rum' he growls at the barmaid
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 2, 2005 16:24:53 GMT -5
The barmaid blushes, and excuses herself to work behind the bar. Fletcher snarles, and turns to the visitor.
"You'd better have a bloody good reason for disrupting my evening. Who the hell are you.. or would 'what' be a more appropriate question?"
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skogul
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Post by skogul on Feb 2, 2005 16:33:21 GMT -5
'I am Danzig, i was in the kislev Kossars to i left for pastures new, i saw to many things in the chaos wars too much it ruined my mind, i was dissmised on grounds of being dangerously insane.'
Barmaid arrives with rum, Danzig pours it into a half glass and downs it in one
'Bin working as a bounty hunter for a while now, i'm lookin for valmont to call in a few favours im hunting Ludvig von Kraddan'
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Post by Wargamer on Feb 2, 2005 16:37:46 GMT -5
Bigtoof looks up, his blurry-eyes suddenly painfully sober. "'den I suggest yooz looks fer 'im in anuvver country, coz we'z 'ere fer 'im, an' we'z not wantin' ta' shere da' loot!"
He glances around, realising that Fletcher seems to be missing... as does the barmaid.
"well... Mr Fletcher wud no doubt say sumfin' like 'my compan-onion Mr Bigtoof has a knack fer gettin' to da' point of stuff...' ... dat's when I sez' 'Indeed I do, Mr Fletcher... 'specially da' point of my Choppa...'".
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