Blood in the Border Princes RPG: Edited:

[Arguleon Veq]

Blood in the Border Princes RPG

Chapter I

Setting the scene

Inside the Pigmy Hippo Inn there was a dark and brooding atmosphere as was usually the case. It was dimly lit by some cheap candles, casting flickering shadows on the wooden walls. There were many Tileans at the bar brokering deals and telling of old battle tales.

A cloaked character sits alone in a corner with what seems like a glass of wine, many others are sat around as is usual in the main tavern in town.

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Valmont

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 here in the Border Princes.

He had just completed his task, he had murdered the 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 Valmont’s main concern, life was hard here. But there was plenty of work for a man like him.

The Inn door opened 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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Fletch and Bigtoof

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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Valmont

Valmont's attention was drawn away from the hooded figure that had walked in earlier, even his keen eyesight could not penetrate that dark cowl.

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 interesting. 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 seemed 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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Fletch and Bigtoof

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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Valmont

Valmont would freely admit that some things scare him. But not much, mainly due to the fact that he is extremely self confidant.

Still, although he didn’t like being spoken to like that by a filthy Orc, he wasn’t 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 like that normally did.

He shot the Orc a disdainful glance and strode nonchalantly, mainly so as to show he wasn't scared of this greenskin, towards the door.....
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Elathain

In the door came Elathain dressed 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, Elathain grabs his arm before he gets enough momentum to take them both down. "Many apologies" he says.

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Valmont

' 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 nonchalance, 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 being laughed at. The last man to do so lost an eye to a throwing knife hurled from the shadows.
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Elathain

Elathain Turned 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 chuckling. "What could an Orc be laughing at?" Elathain couldn’t fathom what sort of odd primitive things could possibly entertain those creatures. Then Elathain felt a tap on the shoulder.
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Vanos

The rain beat down outside, rattling against 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. 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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[Arguleon Veq]

Fletch and Bigtoof

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 marauders faltered, and began to flee. Few escaped our shots, and we left many a berserker 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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Danzig

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 clientele, brushing his glance over each in turn, he falters when he sees the Orc and his hand reaches 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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Fletch and Bigtoof

The barmaid blushes, and excuses herself to work behind the bar. Fletcher snarls, 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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Danzig

'I am Danzig, I was in the Kislev Kossars till I left for pastures new, I saw to many things in the chaos wars too much, it ruined my mind. I was dismissed 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 looking for Valmont to call in a few favours im hunting Ludvig von Kraddan'
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Fletch and Bigtoof

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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Vanos

Vanos checks himself as the rain thunders into the inn. Danzig now as well? my but Ludwig seems a tasty reward, but another day. He turns his cloak swirling behind him.

Only the open door lies ahead of him, Valmont nowhere in sight. Vanos steps quickly to the door the rain driving into him obscuring almost all from sight.

Vanos peers into the heavy rain seeing only the distant buildings, Valmont nowhere in sight. Vanos shrugs, closing the door and staying within the relative dryness of the inn. He turns to scan the occupants.

Seems he may have a look at this Ludwig business after all.....

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Valmont

The Night draws on in the Pigmy Hippo Inn, people, and the Orc, drink their drinks and the rest of the night passes quietly.

The fire begins to die down and the Inn slowly empties, leaving the Inn keeper alone. He blows out the candles.

Darkness.

Valmont arrives at his room, quite a high class place, he never settles in one place of accommodation for too long, it isn't good for a man of his profession to be found easily.

His hands are scraped and bruised as a result of a ritual Valmont goes through many times a week, making his way through the large town by leaping from building to building, running across windowsills, diving from rooftops. It keeps him on his toes and tires him out enough to help him to sleep. Valmont rarely sleeps well, a result of guilt for the things he's done?, maybe. But being a light sleeper is handy for a man of Valmont’s profession.

* Valmont slips of his soaking robe and brushes his rain slicked long hair out of his face. He stares into the mirror. Looking back at him are the dark haunted eyes of a lean man, his Long dagger now visible, attached to his chest.*

* He slips the long dagger from its binding and approaches a tall cabinet revealing a myriad of different weapons*

Exotic, practical, expensive, they were all there. A collection that Valmont was proud of, if such a man could still feel pride?.

The night had been interesting and he had no doubt he would encounter the Orc and Evadian again, and he was sure he had seen that mad kislevite Danzig from the rooftops.

It could all be sorted out tomorrow. He slips into his bed and sleeps.

A troubled sleep.

Full of dreams and faces, and death.
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Vanos

A click echoes in the darkness as a pistol is thingyed in the bedroom. A shadow detaches itself from the far corner and an outstretched arm hurls a bag unto the floor.

It falls with a heavy clunk and splits. the sound of gold coins rolling across floorboards sings through the night.

'Evening there Valmont, payment as due for the dispatch.....now tell me about this Ludwig everyone is so interested in' Vanos' voice rasps in the near silence both duelling pistols thingyed, his witch hunters cloak pulled back from his body, showing the multitude of weapons he has on hand.
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Fletch and Bigtoof

"'Ere, Fletch, were'z we goin'?"
"We are off to earn our money before anyone else can earn it for us, Mr Bigtoof."
"Roit... but wut if we'z followed?"
Fletcher smiled, "Oh, I've taken care of that... I knew the reward for this mission was great, so I'm not opposed to splitting a share of the profits, especially with such a talented little assassin... right Slitta?"
A figure made a snickering laugh in the darkness.
"Yes-yes, Fletch. You pay good gold. Follow you, no-one will. If they try... stab-stab! Snik!"

Fletcher smiled at the Skaven as it darted into the night.
"Do yer fink he'z trustwovy Mr Fletcher?"
"He should be, Bigtoof, or Hawk would have assassinated him years ago."

With that, the two figures left the inn, hunting for their bounty.
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Danzig

Danzig pulls himself up off the floor were he fell last night he yawns and flexes his shoulders, he reaches for his sword only to feel a pang of uncertainty as he cant find the hilt he spins looking around the room but his weapon is no where in sight... he kicks trough his rooms door and storms into the main room of the inn and growls... 'Fletcher where art thou'
he see's the inn is deserted and flips over a table in rage, he suddenly spots a shadow out of the corner of his eye he spins but see's nothing, he shrugs 'must be the rum..' he grumbles to himself well he did have 12 bottles of the stuff

Danzig staggers outside and dips his whole head into the rain barrel, refreshed he enters the inn again, and he's definitely not imagining those shadows now,

He grabs his stuff and begins the trek to find his quarry, Danzig is walking down an alleyway when he hears and splash behind him he drops his bag and falls into a crouch, the cloaked figure stands at the other end of the alley, Danzig roars and charges weapon less the figure breaks into a run flipping off a wall it lands behind Danzig throwing a star as it goes, the missile hits its target, the back of Danzig's knee and Danzig fall's the stranger charges with twin daggers raised but Danzig suddenly lurches and catches the thing, Danzig smashes into a wall crushing the thing before slamming it through a pile of boxes. Danzig backs off, and the thing flips to its feet it hisses and a tail whips up with a third knife, it leaps onto Danzig's chest and starts frantically stabbing. Danzig roars in rage, his first blow hits the rat in the gut lifting it into the air, Danzig's arms close around the Skaven as he locks it in a bear hug, the assassin screams and bites into Danzig's neck, the Kislev tightens his shoulders and hears a sickening crack as the Skavens back breaks he drops the body and slams his fist into its face till it stops moving,

Danzig retrieves his bag walks the length of the alley before collapsing
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Fletch and Bigtoof

On the roof above, Slitta's eyes shone.

"So..." he mused, "You killed Taklok... hmm... perhaps he was weak-weak... or perhaps you are strong..."

The Skaven dropped to the floor without a sound. He moved towards the prone Kislevite, watching him.

"Let's kill him now! Stab-stab die-die!"
Slitta snarled at the second Skaven above him.
"No! Watch-watch, follow him you will, Keequix, keep close, and make sure he does not stop Fletch and Bigtoof. Got it?"
The Skaven smelt of fear, "What if he-"
Slitta hissed, his black fur stood on end, "If he kills you, Keequix, then you die-die quick! If I kill you, you die slow!"

Footsteps were heard. Slitta grabbed his dead minion's body, and vanished into the rain...
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Danzig

Danzig slowly became aware of his surroundings, he needed a healer and a weapon quick and someone to watch his back, he wouldn’t be caught unawares again

he dragged himself back to his feet and stumbled slowly back to the inn where was that d**ned Valmont when you needed him.
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[Arguleon Veq]

Fletch and Bigtoof

Elsewhere in the city, events were unfolding...

Bigtoof slammed the door down, his mighty axe raised to strike. Fletcher pushed past him, smiling at the figure within.

"Hello Ludwig, we're here to collect."
"Really?"
The figure moved. In eye blink, his ragged robes were gone, and replaced by a suit of banded mail, bearing the Von Carlstein Symbol. He bore a rapier in his hand.

"Alyx protect us! A Vampire!"
The figure leapt.



Fletcher came too, head throbbing.
"...Bigtoof?"
"I'm 'ere boss... he sorta stabbed me..."
Fletcher looked up. The rapier was plunged straight through his companion, and the door behind.
"...can ya' give uz a 'and here Fletch?"
Fletcher removed the blade.
"Did he bite us?"
"Nah... jes stabbed me, fumped yoo... an' legged it. That zoggin git! Look wot 'e did to my cloves!"
"This has become complicated."
"Genuine zoggin Cathayan silk dis iz!"
"Perhaps we should recruit assistance..."
"It was a present from dat 'Oard Dragon bloke an' all..."
"...or perhaps we should let them find out for themselves."
"It's gonna' cost a load a dosh ta fix dis!"
Fletcher turned around.
"Bigtoof, we have bigger problems."
"Roit... Skrag da vamp, den fix me togs..."
Fletcher nodded, and looked back out into the street.
"...I think we should spread the word about Ludwig."
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Elathain

Inside the inn Elathain spies a man stumbling through the doorway and also smells the scent of blood. He rushes over to the man with healing herbs in hand. He put the mans arm over his shoulders and told him "Take these they will stop the pain and quicken the healing process. Here sit down" he says as he pulls out a chair.
"Now, what happened?"
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Valmont

How dare this fool of a witch hunter come into my room.

Valmont's mind raced.

Looking down the barrels of two duelling pistols often made ones mind work quickly.

Valmont quickly rolls to the side and draws a dirk from under his mattress with one hand and pulls open the curtain with the other in one fluid motion.

The sudden bright morning light took the witch hunter off guard and it was all Valmont needed to place the tip of his dirk to Vanos' neck.

Valmont knew Vanos was not entirely stupid, he would not risk anything in this stalemate and Valmont was a man who had lived a life of risk. Valmont knew he had the upper edge.

' So it was you that hired me to do the last job?, I should have guessed, especially after finding out that the guy I murdered was in with the Zanti, chaos worshippers I have herd, nothing more than sheep farmers in the mountains if you ask me'

' Well I didn’t ask you' Snarled Vanos

' I’ve done your job and I’ve been paid, we're through Vanos. anyway I don't have a clue who this Ludwig is all I know is that an Evadian and an Orc are looking for him. That’s all I want to know'

The witch hunter seemed to relax, and Valmont pulled away the dirk.

The witch hunter turned and stalked towards the door.

Valmont snatched up a dagger and launched into the framework of the door.

Vanos visibly jumped but didn’t turn around, a thin smile spread across Valmont’s face.

' Just keeping you on your toes, oh and if you bump into that crazy Kislevite Danzig, tell him that I’ll find him'

With that Vanos left.

Danzig, thought Valmont. Now that could really mean a bad turn in his life, that huge head case always got him into the worst kind of trouble.
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Elathain

*a few minute later after Danzig was through explaining*
"I wonder why the Skaven were after you....
Do you have a weapon?” said Elathain.
"No, but i could use one.” said Danzig.
"Alright."*hands an Elven short sword to Danzig*
Danzig grabbed it and expected to feel some weight but surprisingly there was none. it was though he were holding a feather. He looked in amazement at the craftsmanship.
"That I made myself. Guard it well and it will do the same for you. "Elathain stooped and didn’t move a muscle for a moment. He un slung his bow and took out an arrow and aimed it at the darkness.
"You. Come out where all can see."
A shadowy figure came out and said. "Danzig, I have a message from Valmont. He will see you shortly."
The figure went back into the shadows. Elathain slung his bow onto his back.
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Chapter II

Fletch and Bigtoof

Slitta floated across the rooftops. He was unhappy. This wasn't because he'd lost one of this men; on the contrary, he loved watching his men suffer, but because something in the night air didn't feel right. It was as if someone, or something, was out there that didn't belong...

Movement caught the Black Skaven's eye. His head jerked around, but the creature was gone. That didn't matter, Slitta knew the smell of Vampires.

Most Skaven would have released the musk of fear, but Slitta had fought many terrible foes in his life, and his natural cowardice had been brutally beaten from him in countless battles. A Vampire made his skin crawl, but that was just a reason to kill it quicker.

...still, he wasn't properly equipped. He'd need stakes, silver, and preferably a Warpstone blade.

"...ah forget it! No money for me stab-stabbing the blood-drinker! Let the man-things deal with him!"

Slitta made himself comfortable on the roof, and prepared to enjoy the show. Below him, Fletcher and Bigtoof wandered into the bar, whilst the Vampire glided in through a window above...
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Valmont

Valmont approached the Pigmy Hippo Inn. It always baffled him as to why most of the major events in his life had this place connected with them somehow.

But he was unsettled, he was the only one that used the rooftops to move around, but there were tracks. Three sets of tracks at that, although one set seems to have stopped. The rooftops were dangerous and only the most agile and skilled of men could travel that way, but those tracks weren't human. What they actually were he didn't know.

He entered the Inn, there again was the Evadian and his Orc companion. The elf that had bundled into him and…….. oh yes there he was. Danzig. Valmont would consider Danzig a friend, or at least the closest thing to a friend he had. Although Valmont still didn’t particularly like the man. They had done some jobs together, been through some rough situations, all Danzig’s causing of course. Valmont supposed it was his familiarity with the man that made him consider him a friend.

The Large Kislevite Grinned widely when he finally noticed Valmont.
'Sebastian' Said Danzig, loudly, as usual.
'How has it been, I’ve been looking for you, could have done with your help last night. I’ve got a job for us'
Danzig reveals the wounds on his chest and has a limp as he gets up to smack Valmont on the back.
'So I can see'

What Valmont could definitely see is that Danzig was out of his depth, Danzig was a fine warrior and whoever attacked him must have been good, it was probably linked to the tracks on the rooftops. He would now have to help Danzig as even a man such as Valmont could not just stand back and let his old companion get himself killed.

'So your in' Bellowed the big man.
'Sure, why not, if only to stop you getting killed'
'HA, killed, me, you make me laugh Sebastian, always have. I dealt with that ugly little bugger earlier. I'll tell you Sebastian I’ve never seen a man so hairy, not even Kislev women, HAHAHAHA. His face as well, almost looked like a rat'.
'A rat indeed Danzig, you always do drink to much'

Although Valmont had no doubt Danzig gave an accurate description. Valmont had heard tales of these rat-men. It was rumoured that many of the most skilled members of the bandits that inhabit the Warrens, the carrion band, are trained by ninja rat men. He would normally scoff at such things but those tracks, thinking back on it were very rat-like.

'So this job'
'Yeh, I’ve been offered big money for gettin some guy called Ludwig'
Valmont noticed the Evadian and Orc sit up.
'Perhaps we should talk about this somewhere more private whispered Valmont'
'I aint scared of them two' bellowed Danzig.

But Valmont shot a look, one that the Kislevite knew not to argue with. He followed Valmont up the stairs at the back of the Inn.
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Elathain

Elathain watched as the two humans went upstairs. Glad to see that the one human looked ok now. The herbs worked just fine.
"Bar keep.” he said with a finger motioning for the owner of the inn to come to him.
"Do you have any Elvish wine?"
The barkeep looked at him with a knowing look, and said
“Aye, that I do. Would the Elvish master like a glass?"
"Yes, thank you." He had meant to say yes please but he was still working on the human from of speech.
As the inn owner set the glass down on the table he noticed that Elathain was looking like he was concentrating very hard and that something was amiss. He had heard tales of how the elves had more attuned senses than humans but had never known it to be true but he could tell that something wasn't right.
"What’s wrong?” he said.
Elathain looked as though he was just snapped out of a trance.
Then he looked at him and said "There are unwanted creatures here. Be on your guard."
With that he grabbed the wine glass with his slender hand took a sip, grabbed his bow and an arrow and walked slowly and gracefully upstairs.
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Fletch and Bigtoof

"Good evening gentlemen."

The bar froze. No-one said "Good evening" like that. Those words had bite, like a man saying "I have twenty crossbowmen taking aim at you, and if you so much as blink without my permission, you'll die. I have you totally under my control, and your life is in my hands. Good evening."

Ludwig Von Carlstein entered the bar, grinning like a cat in a mouse-nest.

Fletcher gripped his crossbow tightly, and Bigtoof readied his blade.
"...Ludwig, well met. Let's see what you've got."
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Valmont

Danzig and Valmont were stood at the top of the stairs, they had ducked into a doorway out of the monsters sight as it passed. Now there it was just at the bottom of the stairs, before Valmont could do anything Danzig was rushing down on the beast. Foolishly headstrong, as usual.

Danzig pulled out the blade the elf had given him and slashed down at the vampires back but before the blade could hit the vampire had turned and swatted the blade from Danzig’s grasp with a blindingly fast and powerful backhand. No doubt breaking Danzig’s fingers. Although shocked at the beasts speed and power, Danzig fought on regardless. Danzig probably didn’t even realise it was a vampire thought Valmont. Curse him.
Danzig snapped his head into the vampires face and brought his undamaged right hand around in a powerful punch. The vampire caught Danzig’s hand in his own. It held Danzig’s hand, the Kislevite’s massive body was shaking with the strain of trying to push down the beasts arm. The vampire showed no signs of strain and just smiled at Danzig, baring his gleaming fangs.
With that the Vampire threw Danzig over his head and the huge man come down crashing through a table.

Now it was open for a shot, Valmont hurled two throwing knives at it, the first was knocked from the air by the vampire but the second found its mark, straight in the vampires chest.
To Valmont’s horror it just pulled the knife out with no sign of pain and hurled it back at him with lightning speed.
He darted to his left behind the wall at the top of the stairs but the blade still grazed his shoulder.
He sat panting with his back to the wall.

'Sh*t'
'What have you gotten me into now Danzig' Valmont cursed under his breath.....
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[Arguleon Veq]

Fletch and Bigtoof

A Crossbow bolt slammed into the Vampire's shoulder. The creature turned, snarling, and began to move towards Fletcher.

Another figure entered the fray. It leapt forward, unleashing a flurry of knife-attacks. The Vampire's blade moved with equal speed, parrying attack after attack. The figure rolled, revealing a long, naked tail that wrapped around the Vampire's arm. In a sudden leap, the creature body-slammed the Vampire.

It's victory was short-lived. The assassin was lifted up, and hurled backwards through a window. Fletcher fired again, and another bolt pierced the creature's heart. A Second later, Bigtoof struck with bone-cracking force, and the Vampire flew over the bar like a rag doll, smashing the mirror on the far wall and dropping from view. The bar fell silent, wondering if it was truly over, or the Vampire would rise again like a dark phoenix...
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Elathain

The vampire leaped up into the air like a rocket and pounced on top of the Orc slashing at him until his huge lumbering body fell to the floor with a crash. Then the undead creature looked up at Fletcher with a glint in it's dark soulless eyes. He moved like a shadow towards him as he shot another bolt and missed. Then vampire darted left and right and came up behind Fletcher and *THUD*

Fletcher turned around and looked back, the vampire was there but had an arrow tip sticking out of his neck. Fletcher stumbled away from it in fear and looked to the other side and saw an elf aiming his bow at the creature. Ludwig turned to face the elf and as he did the elf fired another arrow straight into his face.

"ELF." He said, spitting with rage before taking the arrows out. "I'm surprised to see and elf here of all places. Those arrows must have some form of enchantment on them because they burned terribly."

"Leave now abomination.” said Elathain.
"We will continue this fight another day at another place. You wrecked this poor man's inn enough." he said pointing at the cowering inn keeper.
The vampire looked at him and smiled revealing his bone white fangs.
"I think I will stay and finish this fight"
The elf smirked and said "Fine. Stay, but it will be me who will finish this fight"

With that he shot as many arrows as he could as fast as he could. The vampire rushed towards him. Elathain dropped his bow and took out his sword. The vampire and elf fought agility with agility. It was like watching a dance. The two's arms were a blur with the occasional sparks from the blades hitting each other. Elathain broke away from the vampire to regain his breath..


‘You are lucky elf. I will come for you and the rest of this cattle later’ and with that he ran towards an open window and jumped out. Elathain ran to it, but all that could be seen was a wave of bats silhouetted against the moon .

Then Elathain felt a sharp pain in his right thigh. He looked down to see a dagger embedded into his flesh. He suddenly felt a burning spreading through his body. "Poison" he said and tried as fast as he could to get his pouch of herbs but lost consciousness and collapsed then all was dark.
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Danzig

Danzig slowly pulled himself to his feet, looked around the room and smiled at the broken bodies littering the floor, his right arm hung limply at his side, dislocated, he walked over to a support beam and bracing himself he slammed into the beam fixing his shoulder. He turned, noticed Valmont at the top of the stairs and laughed

'Well that bloody hurt' he watched the sun rise outside and looked at the elf
'right lets see what I can do here' he muttered reaching for the herbs.
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Elathain

Elathain slowly opened his eyes. He could feel the suns warmth on them. Then he suddenly remembered the fight and the poisoned dagger. He sat up out of the bed with a jolt and looked around for his herbs. Danzig put his hand on the elf’s chest preventing him from getting up.
“I have given you the herbs elf. Rest now your wound was deep. I’m surprised you lived.”

Elathain looked at him. Then he spied that human he ran into in the inn’s bar. Elathain looked at Danzig and said
“Thank you human friend. Looks like we’re even now I guess. So you two know each other?”
“I was just about to ask the same question.” said Valmont.
Danzig looked at the elf and said
“Yes I know him.” Then he turned to Valmont and said “This elf helped me when I was in a tight spot, and gave me this blade. He said pointing to the short sword.”
Elathain put out his hand towards Valmont and said
“I am Elathain. From Athel Loren.”
Valmont looked at him with a grudging look. Elathain looked as though he had messed something up and said
“This is how humans greet each other, am I right?”

Valmont said
“I could have taken the creature, if you haven’t stepped in the way.” Elathain looked at him with a strange look and said
“Are you still mad about me bumping into you yesterday?” Before Valmont could respond Elathain asked Danzig “What of the others, and the inn keeper?”
Danzig looked at him and said
“The others up and left before we could finish tending to you so we didn’t get a word. The inn keeper is fine but a little dazed and mad about the bar. He’s also not going anywhere without a garlic necklace on…..”
“Danzig may I speak with you. Alone.” Said Valmont opening the door into the hallway.

Danzig nodded to Valmont and on his way out turned to Elathain and said
“All of your things are in the closet. Get some rest and let your wound heal.” Then they stepped out.
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Valmont

'I’ve got enough on my hands baby sitting you' Snarled Valmont, still angry at having to fall back from the Vampire.
'Without looking after a fu*king Elf as well'
'BABY SIT' roared Danzig

'BABY SIT'

'Don't get annoyed with me Danzig, you know what I mean, your always rushing in and I have to bail you out'
Danzig stayed silent, with an expression like thunder on his face.
'This elf with complicate things, plus we would have to split the cut again if he gets in on the action'
'We can deal with this ourselves......probably.......and even if we can't I don't need any help from some arrogant pointy ear. We'll call in some old friends from back in the day'
Danzig just grunted in agreement

Valmont turns to walk away ' I'll meet up with you later, I’ve no doubt you'll still be in here'
'Elves, arrogant, you can talk' Mutters Danzig under his breath, which for Danzig is pretty loud.
Valmont continues on out the Inn and pretends he didn’t hear that.

Maybe I am arrogant but I have every reason to be, its got me through life so far and it's not going to stop anytime soon. Valmont thinks to himself.
With that Valmont Scales a nearby wall and climbs up onto the rooftops. The rooftops were his element. A place where he could think clearly. Home.
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[Arguleon Veq]

Elathain

Elathain sat up in his bed and got ready to go.
"That human is almost as arrogant as a dwarf" he said.
Knowing the human didn't know that elves could hear and see ten times better than humans.

Elathain put on his gromril chain mail shirt and then put his green shirt on top of it. Then he put on his sword and utility belt and made sure nothing was stolen. You never know with humans. Then he strapped on his quiver and cloak and grabbed his bow. Then made for the window. He looked out into the afternoon streets.
'This Valmont is a strange human.' he thought. 'I wonder what made him so cold and bitter, and to think he thought that I would stoop so low as to partner with him' Any normal human would say at this point that his Elven pride was kicking in.
'I wonder what those two's job is. I should look into this.' he thought as he leaped up on top of the roof. Following Valmont would be easy listening to Valmont's heart beats and breathing was simple because it sounded different from most humans. With that he picked up Valmont’s trail and followed his ear to him.

Danzig entered the room, but only to see the bed made expertly and the elf gone with everything. But there was a note on the pillow. Danzig opened the note. It wasn’t spelt very well but the handwriting was beautiful to look at.
It said “Human Frend Danzig. I wil meet with yu agan. Tonite. Elathain.”
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Danzig

Danzig shrugged tossed the note back onto the bed and went to the bar, but he couldn't find the barkeep, Danzig shrugged it was the barkeeps loss and he checked the spirits behind the bar, he roared with joy when he found a bottle of vodka
'at last a proper drink!'
and with that he went out to see if he could find a new weapon, the short sword was pretty but when fighting something as big as a vampire you need something big to hit it with.
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Fletch and Bigtoof

Slitta blinked, and replayed the last few minutes in his head...

"...ouch."

He staggered to his feet, and looked around, blinking through a concussion-induced migraine... and saw the local Watch.

"...Ah nuts."
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Elathain

The local watch stared at him in disbelief. Then he opened his mouth to shout the alarm but then out of nowhere he felt a tremendous pain in his throat and he couldn't speak.
Then felt a warm liquid pour onto his chest he felt his neck and there was a dagger protruding from it. at that moment he saw the rat-man make a huge grin that showed his rotting teeth. then the rat-man jumped onto the roof and bounded away.
All the watchman could do is try to find help. put as he started running toward the barracks he felt two more knives enter his back. Then he lost consciousness.

***

It was getting dark and Elathain told the human that he would me with him tonight. So he started on his way to the Pigmy Hippo inn.
'Strange.' he thought. ‘This inn seems to be the circle of activity in the past few days.'
He leaped down from the rooftops and started on the road back to the inn. Valmont wasn't much of a help. All he did was walk around town and asking people questions. But he asked a lot of questions about someone called Ludwig.

He walked in and saw that the bar was just about to get packed with people. He could tell. Something about human males is they like to go and drink alcohol during the night. He went in and sat down at the table in the furthest table in the corner. The barkeep came up to him still wearing his garlic necklace. "Thank you for saving the bar last night." he said. Elathain looked up at him and said "I didn't save the bar. Everyone who fought him is just as equal as I am, if not more, for your thanks."

The barkeep knew when it was time to stop talking of on a topic. "Well, your food and drink is free tonight. I don't care what you say you’re not paying for it" he said knowing the elf would decline and try to pay. "Now, you would like a glass of Elven wine I take it?"
"Yes, thank you" with that the barkeep left. 'Darn it.' thought Elathain. 'I need to learn the human word for please.'
The barkeep came and put the glass on the table along with a block of cheese and a loaf of bread. "Are you waiting for someone?" he asked.
"A human." Elathain said realizing it's not uncommon to see a human. “His name is Dazing."
"That’s the bloke I saw running away with my personal bottle of vodka." said the barkeep.
"I'm terribly sorry." said Elathain not really being all to surprised. "Here take this" he handed the barkeep a gold dwarf coin. "No, I can't take this. I could repair my inn and have enough money to buy a whole case of vodka with this. You know dwarf coin is extremely rare here?"
Elathain looked at him and said "Yes, I know."
The barkeep could hardly speak. "T-Thank you." he said.
Just as the barkeep was walking off Danzig came in the door. He walked over to the table that Elathain was sitting at and put the short sword down on the table. Then he said "I got a smith to make me a weapon. I'll have it within the next day or so."
"I see." said Elathain.
"Now what did you want to me for?" Danzig said.
"Tell me everything." Elathain said. "I know you’re a sell sword I would like to help. I don't need the pay. I have plenty of money. I want to help because if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here now, and plus I have a score to settle with two creatures now."
Danzig looked at him and thought ,I wonder what he means two creatures.
Danzig looked at him and said. "I'll tell you everything about me and what I'm doing if you tell me the same about yourself.......and buy me a bottle of vodka."
"Agreed" said Elathain with a nod. "It might take a while though."
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Vanos

It had been a hard cold night as he sat watching the abode of the night creature. This was not his first hunt.
He had hired a number of guards to come with him, they hunkered in the frigid cold night air, awaiting for the onset of morning so they could rid the town of the accursed child of the dark.
There was a quick rush of sound as pandemonium broke out. The screams of the guards echoed through the streets as Ludwig tore through them.

Vanos and his trusted sergeant Kaltin watched with impassive eyes from across the street, "He not be as fast as the one in old hollow" Kaltin remarked in a low dry whisper. Vanos didn't reply, watching how the creature moved, they way it worked through the guardsmen. The loss of the guardsmen was a small loss, for Vanos soon would be hunting his prey.

The creature left in a billow of bats and left the carcasses of the guards in the street. Vanos swept away his cloak billowing in the wind, his men following, he had no illusions, the creature knew of him and knew he was there, this was the game played, a show of strength, of power, of fear.
First he would take out the undead abomination of Ludwig, then he would continue his investigation of his previous employee.
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Danzig

Danzig took a drink and leaned back,
'everything about me eh....well that be a long story you got enough time?'
Elathain nodded
'you got enough vodka?'
Elathain smiled, he was starting to like the human
'Well me name is Danzig as you know, though back in the day I was know as Radii Danzig or in common speech Red Danzig, I fought as a Kossar in the grand Boyar Vassili Rasputin's personal guard. I was know as a expert axe man and that’s how I got my name because every battle I came out of I was covered in blood. My fighting prowess was recognised by Rasputin and he made he his Esual, his personal champion I took to applying red war paint into battle and soon my reputation with and axe was known from Kislev too Praag'
Danzig drunk the rest of the vodka and called for a second.
'In the recent storm of chaos, a beastmen army tried too lead a flanking attack, I lead a force of winged lancers too counter, when we got there we encountered a force of 30 chariots. They started to pick up speed and I signalled too my men we too charged and in the middle we met. It was carnage, most of my men where slaughtered instantly and I myself was de-horsed. I stood on my feet and a chariot pulled to a stop in front of me, a mighty beast jumped off and roared his challenge so I stood and roared mine back. We clashed and for hours we fought axe to axe till I finally defeated my foe. Though I collapsed as a result of my wounds, when I came to I was in Praag. My faithful friends in the Kossars led out a force and brought me back. After that day I became a berserker felling all in battle, I lived to fight, but for now the war has ended. With great sadness I left for I knew I couldn’t live a normal life, so I came here to fight and drink'
With this he downed his drink and signalled for another.
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Fletch and Bigtoof

Fletcher and Bigtoof were long gone by now. However, there was still some arguments to be settled.

"...but he izn't dead..."
"Oh he is, Mr Bigtoof... our contract was very clear on this... we would be paid 'At such time as Ludwig ceases to breathe'... Vampires don't breathe, Mr Bigtoof, thus our contract is complete."
Bigtoof grinned, "an' if 'e doesn't agree wiv yer logic?"
"...then we use yours."
Bigtoof grin got bigger. This was why he loved working with Fletcher.


Slitta, meanwhile, remained. He has a nose for money, and knew that sooner or later, someone would pay well for his skills...
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Elathain

“So, that’s your story?” asked Elathain.
“Indeed it is.” Replied Danzig. “Now what about yours?”
“Well. It all started at my home of Athel Loren. My twin brother and I were raised to become waywatchers. I’m not sure what it would be called in the human tongue. The closest thing I can think of is ranger or scout. Well I was assigned to attack a small regiment of Orcs led by the leader Skulkraka’.
At the end of the battle Skulkraka got his sorcerer to somehow teleport him and the remaining Orcs out of Athel Loren, then I went to find my brother. I found him with a crude Orc sword inside his gut. He told me he challenged Skulkraka but the Orc got the best of him. I swore an oath to him that I would find and kill the Orc scum.
That’s when I found out he was heading toward the Border Princes. But I would have to go through the grey mountains. I was captured there by dwarves. They kept me there for a few month and I be-friended them and was taught to smith by my friend Bombor.
Then a Skaven army attacked the underground dwarf stronghold of Kazad-a-Karaz. I made a bet with the king that if I could lead the dwarves with any type of long range weapon that I would win. Before they came I finished the sword that you used, and was given a shirt of gromril mail made by Bombor.
I led the dwarves with our firepower we whittled them down to almost nothing. But an assassin got the best of Bombor.”
Elathain stopped to wipe away a tear.
“So I killed the vile rat man. By the end of the day they had wished they hadn’t travelled to the dwarf kingdom. Then I left with a bag full of dwarf gold for wining the fight. I tracked Skulkraka going toward this place but I haven’t seen any sign of him since I arrived here.
“Elathain took a sip of his wine.

“Now tell me about this vampire.” Elathain said with an inquisitive look on his face.
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[Arguleon Veq]

Chapter III

Skragg

It was funny that? He had never seen a human move like that before. Far too quick to catch and eat anyway. Probably bad for him anyway.
A bar, he needed a bar. He needed at least a keg of ale to quench his thirst. He walked through the streets in search of it.

P....I...GM....Y.....HIPP..P...O..INN

Ogres couldn’t spell very well at all. It took Skragg Irontooth 10 minutes to figure out that it was a pub at all. But now he had found his place of rest for the night. He ducked into the bar and surveyed its occupants. There was an elf and then there was...
'DANZIG'!! The ogre bellowed. His old friend from the cold place with the funny water that tasted like fire. They had met up in the Kislev winter 2 years ago and had become friends. They had drank together on many occasions and the ogre swore he was a little ogre. He could drink. Boy could he drink. Since he had met the Kislevite he had always carried a small keg of Kislev rum on him. Helped lift the spirits and so on.

‘Fancy seein you here mate’ He hugged the Kislev making him loose his breath for a second. It was only then he noticed his friends wounds.

'Whos been fumpin ya then mate, coz ill give them a headache if you get what I mean!!' He still had his twin boomsticks of course and his nice shiny sword from da Caffy place. But he handed back his friendS token of friendship. His lil axe that he had kept as a mark of friendship. The Kislevite smiled.

'Is it fumpin time now or do I ave to get drunk first?'
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Elathain

“Well.” said Elathain.
“Looks like you have friends from all around don’t you Danzig? I would like to finish this conversation later.” Danzig looked at Skragg and then back at Elathain.
“Oh. Elathain this is Skragg Irontooth. Skragg this is Elathain. Come to think of it what is your full name elf friend?”
“My name is Elathain Lefindel Ilaiden Ulthandir.” The Elven words rolled off his tongue like a fine Cathayan silk. Skragg looked at him with a confused look on his face. “Um…..Elfatan....layfinding….” At that point the ogre just gave up and then said
“So. Wot you doing here Danzig? Dey gots any good grog at this place?” Danzig smiled
“Yes they do. Barkeep, a barrel of grog for my ogre friend!” The barkeep looked at the ogre with a look that had a mix of fear and dismay. Not many people liked having ogres at their bar for they know what they are capable of and that whatever it is they’ll probably do it. Skragg turned to Danzig.
“So wot you doing here?” Danzig proceeded to tell the story of the vampire and how Elathain healed his wound and how he returned the favour.
“So that’s how you met up with the elf” Skragg said forgetting for a second that Elathain was standing right next to him. Then he turned to Elathain.
“Well, a friend of Danzig’s is a friend of mine.” And with that he stuck out a big meaty hand. Elathain looked at him with a sort of disgusted look but was forcing a smile, as he placed his delicate Elven hand in the ogre’s huge one. The ogre shook it, he practically tore Elathain’s hand off. Just then the barkeep came in and rolled the barrel towards the ogre. Skragg popped off the top and began pouring it into his gluttonous maw. Just has he finished his ‘sip’ Valmont walked in.
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Valmont

Valmont was drained.

He had been following the Rat-Man across the rooftops all day long. It was good, very good, he'd seen it take down two watchmen.
Almost as good as me thought Valmont. Almost.

He had overheard the Evadian and Orc, it seemed as though they were going to try and claim this reward anyway. Typical Evadians always looking for the easy gold, they're as bad as bloody Tileans.
Still Valmont had no doubts that bringing down the vampire would bring him a nice reward, although after his performance last night he wasn't sure if he was up to the job.

'Snap out of it' Valmont whispered to himself, of course he was up to the job, he was the best and he didn't fail.

With that he composed himself and entered the Inn.

***

There was the Elf and Danzig. There was also a huge figure with it's back to him, it even dwarfed Danzig.
Skragg thought Valmont. He could come in handy and we wouldn't even need to give him any of the cut, just some alcohol and meat and the gluttonous powerhouse would be more than happy.
He had met Skragg once before whilst on a job with Danzig. Danzig and the ogre were very close but both were trustworthy. The Elf on the other hand.....
The ogre turned around.
‘LITTLE VALMONC' Bellowed the behemoth of a creature. 'How is somfin so small always so angry....hur,hur,hur. 'Want some grog'
The ogre grinned and shoved the barrel of grog into Valmont's chest. Valmont grabbed it and staggered back under the weight. Valmont straightened out shook his head and offered the foul smelling stuff back, trying not to show any strain in holding the barrel.
Danzig waited for a moment, taking a silent pleasure in seeing Valmont strain and struggle, Valmont very rarely showed weakness and when he did it was a moment to be savoured.
He took the barrel with relative ease and slammed it on the floor, with that the ogre plunged his head into it and began drinking. Splashing Valmont's fine leather boots.

Valmont sighed.

' The Evadian and Orc are no longer after the vampire, as far as I know its just us and Vanos and there’s a Rat-Man in town, I’m not sure what it's up to yet' said Valmont, still staring with look of disdain at the ogre, still up to its neck in the barrel.
'Just us and Vanos' replied Danzig 'Not many'.
'It is a Vamp, a dangerous foe but I’m sure there will be a good price on its head. I'm assuming it's in' Valmont nodded his head towards the surely by now half drowned ogre.
'Yeh' replied Danzig, grabbing the ogre by the hair and hauling its head out, it stood there rocking, a huge grin on its face, grog dribbling all down its front. With that it collapsed onto its haunches in a sitting position, legs spread in front of it. It belched.
Valmont and the Elf visibly recoiled but Danzig just laughed, slapped the ogre on the back and said 'Leave some for me buddy'.
Valmont left them to it and turned to the Elf.
'So what about you.......'
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Elathain

“Well, I’m surprised. Here I thought you didn’t like me.” said Elathain with a smile on his face. Elathain was wondering why Valmont had suddenly decided to talk to him. ‘Maybe he is trying to see if I’m trustworthy or not, or maybe he just didn’t want to talk to the ogre.’
Valmont didn’t reply to Elathain's joking remark, but looked as though he was expecting Elathain to continue. “I am just a traveller looking for vengeance and now I have something else to repay. Do you not remember the little tool the Vampire left me?” Elathain held out the knife that had been stabbed into him earlier. “I remember. It was only last night.” said Valmont.
“Yes, I know. Now I would just like to help destroy that blood sucking menace and help out Danzig. I still owe him for last night.” Said Elathain, as he looked at Danzig and Skragg drinking there drinks as fast as they could and then slamming them onto the table and grabbing another. Elathain turned to Valmont. “You are something Valmont.”
Valmont looked at Elathain with a look of surprise and question.
What could the daft elf be talking about? he wondered.
“You are the strangest human I have ever met. You shun everyone who doesn’t give you a coin for something. I wonder why it is that you never allow yourself to get close to others. And why you’re always acting as if you’re hiding something……”
Valmont looked at him in disbelief.
“I have nothing to hide elf.” He said.
“Is that so?” said Elathain with a smug smile on his face as he took another sip of wine.
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Skragg

More talking by the pointy eared thingy...elf....he still couldn’t remember the name. Maybe it was because of the grog. Yeah blame the grog, he always did.
As a man eater he had been to many places and battled many foes. He had also eaten a lot of them for that matter. But never a Vampire. Oh he knew they thought he was dumb. Valmont referring to him as 'it'. He’d like to see him say that when...no Valmont was a friend. He wouldn’t do that. The elf might be a good snack he thought but that would be in polite now wouldn’t it. But now his mind was racing. A vampire. Undead where no good to eat but I bet they are worth a bit.
'So where is this little scrap of meat then boys?'
Just as he said that, Danzig fell off his chair. Skragg laughed. Danzig could hold his drink but not as well as an ogre.
'I win matey' and with that he stood up, swayed and walked over to join the other friend and the snac....elf.
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Tom Hawk

The door swung open... expansively.

The man who walked in wore a thick rain cloak of purple silk. Beneath, something was making a constant "grink-chink, grink-chink" noise, and even an Ogre could work out he was heavy with gold. Frankly, it was impressive the guy had made it this far without being mugged.
"Gentlemen... and you, master Elf..." his gaze took in the Ogre, "...your face looks familiar, although I can't say I'm pleased about it."
There was a brief pause as the Ogre tried to work out if he'd been insulted. Eventually, he settled on yes.
The man was grabbed by the collar, and hoisted up.
"Give me one good reason not to flatten ya!"
The man smiled, and held up a bag, "here's 300."
The Ogre looked at the bag, then back at the man. He could see now that under the cloak he was wearing a shining suit of Platemail.
"...dem is good reasons..."
He put the man down, who proceeded to remove the cloak, and smiled at the bar. Now all could see his suit, which appeared to be made of Gromril. He also carried a circular shield that seemed enchanted, and a sword with runes that glowed furnace red.
"My name is Tom Hawk, and I hear you have a Vampire problem."
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Elathain

How did this obviously rich human find out about the vampire? That was just one of the questions that raced through Elathain' mind about this newcomer.
Elathain picked Danzig up of the floor and set him down in a chair. "I would ask you how we can help you but it seems you have already told us why your here. Take a seat." The ogre tried to sit in one of the chairs but it collapsed under him. The ogre didn't seem to notice and now he was about eye level with everyone while sitting on the floor so no one else seemed to mind either.
"First before we decided anything. Where did you hear of this vampire?"
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Tom Hawk

Hawk laughed, "I know about him because I make it my business to know these things. I have means and ways... and money. The money usually does it."
Hawk smiled at the barkeep, "start a tab... first round's on me. Now... where did the blood-sucker go?"
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Skragg

The ogre liked this man. Smart, rich and buying a round. This was a good start to a friendship.
At this moment he was still trying to figure out why everybody had grown so much, or why the chair seemed to have shrunk. Must be magical or sumin.
'Wow' he thought.
But now everybody knew about this mad human thing that could fly and pointy teeth. He still thought a visit to the doc could fix him but who was he to judge.
You think they could event a comfier chair though in the Empire. This one was digging him in the butt.
'So Mr Tomahawk'
Hawk lifted a small bag and gave it to the ogre.
'That’s Mr Hawk my clinically obese friend.'
He definitely liked him. Don’t eat him now he thought. 'So what do you know and..........how much am I gettin paid for it?'
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Elathain

Valmont obviously doesn’t like this newcomer. Thought Elathain. He doesn’t trust many people, or very much. I wonder why that is. He is an intriguing human. He was starting to like this Valmont. Valmont perked up once the ogre mentioned payment though….
The barkeep came around with the round of drinks that Hawk had bought. Elathain took a sip of his Elven wine the barkeep had given him.
“Before we say anything I would like to know why you are searching for this vampire, but before that I only have this advice. This vampire isn’t like others. He bested all of us, another human and an Orc. He is no ordinary undead. I suggest you turn and leave before he comes after you to. With that being said do you still want in on this?” Elathain asked with a stone cold look that would make even the most cheery people frown.
Skragg looked at him. Why is he askin so many questions? he thought. Pointy ears sure does ask about a lot of stuff. Then it dawned on him that he was telling the rich man to go away and not pay them.
“What do ya think yer doin Pointy Ears?!” he said with a look of disbelief. “This human is willing to pay us for what we plan to do anyways right?”
Elathain looked at him forgetting for a second that he was an ogre.
“I don’t need money I will kill this thing so it will not be able to harm anyone ever again.”
Jeez that’s a stupid elf thought Skragg. He needs to get of priorities in orders.
“You certainly are an inquisitive elf.” Said Hawk.
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