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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:13:38 GMT -5
Situated on the outskirts of Aldium, The Pigmy Hippo Inn is usually the at the centre of most of the things that go on in the town and surrounding area.
Mercenaries meet to find work, criminals hatch plots and heroes tell of mighty quests.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:14:12 GMT -5
Valmont sat in his usual seat in the corner.
Nobody else would even consider sitting there.
Valmont was well known around these parts mainly due to his last job, an epic quest to hunt down the infamous Ludwig Von Carlstien. With that job he hade made a sizeable amount of money. He had bought himself a small villa in Aldium but most had been spent on women and wine, as is usual for a man of his profession.
He traced his finger down the edge of his eye patch, a reminder from that last job.
But this was the mother-load. The job where he would make his fortune.
He had heard news of a Cathayan trading caravan heading to Malko for a big deal with Lord Varko. It would be loaded with weapons and gold. Unfortunately it would also be extremely heavily armed. That was why he was here.
He had put the word out that he needed good men, and when Valmont put the word out, it got around.
Many of his old friends where already in, and anybody else interested was to meet him here over the next few days.
Still the Carrion Band would also no doubt have heard about the caravan and would be planning their own assault. That pistol wielding criminal Harlad would also probably have something lined up.
It would be difficult as the caravan guards wouldn’t be all he was dealing with, but he was Valmont, he was the best and he would succeed.
The figure stood in the doorway, obviously looking for somebody.
Valmont coughed to get his attention but couldn’t help grimacing. Another reminder from his last job, he doubted that those ribs would ever fully heal.
The figure approached..........
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:15:12 GMT -5
RP by Wargamer
Nick wandered in, nodding to the barman. He walked casually past a table, quickly scooping up a bag of gold that sat there, whilst at the same time dropping a small satchel. The drinker quickly scooped up the bag, paid for his drinks, and left.
Nick sat down, counting his money. Twenty gold coin in total, all in local currency. With this, he could live comfortably for at least a month. However, he knew himself too well, and would have put good money that drink and women would take his earnings by the next full moon...
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:15:59 GMT -5
RP by Wargamer
After some time, he gave Valmont a nod.
It said: "I could probably kill you now if I wanted to, but then you could do the same... and we've both got friends who'd help, so neither of us would leave alive if all hell broke loose, and most of the Inn would go down with us. Now that we've got that clear... hello."
It got used a lot around here.
"Valmont... any work to put my way, or will I be giving the pleasure of my company to some much more deserving women?" he gave a mischevious smile, his scarred eye twitching slightly as he did so.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:16:33 GMT -5
'Lawson, Isn't it?. Ive heard of you'
Valmont knew about most people in Aldium with his new found money come power, a power gained through information. Knowledge was power so they said and that information was gathered by employing spies with his money.
'So i suppose money does equal power' Valmont mused to himself under his breath.
'What' enquired Lawson.
'Oh nothing, pull up a seat, i could use a man like you'
'I'm surprised my men haven't already got you on board'
'For what' Snapped Lawson, becoming increasingly more impatient.
'I have a job lined up, a huge assault on a heavily armed Cathayan Caravan, i will be able to get enough men to take it'
'But' Enquired Lawson.
'But others also know of it, the Carrion Band i will deal with, but Harlad is a different matter, get rid of him, i don't care how. Killing him is probably out of the question as that would bring Hawk down on me but there are other ways, you could set up a fake caravan with some armed men inside and give him info on it, he could decide to go for what he sees as a soft target rather than the cathayans. That would be where you jump out and hold them up'
Valmont smiled, that would be fun, the irony of Harlad getting robbed by the very people he was trying to hold up.
'Or kidnap him, send him off on some wild goose chase, i don't care i just need him out of the equation, the cathayans will be passing along the Old Silk Road a week tomorrow. Here is 200 Gold with which to complete your mission with, hire men and so on. I'm sure i don't need to warn you what will happen if you decide to take the money and run?'
'Oh i can imagine' replied Lawson, that's assuming you caught me.
Lawson grinned, the grin of a madman. Valmont just glared.
As Lawson was walking towards the door, Valmont called after him
'I'll be watching'.
Valmont did not know if he could trust this man, he may well sell him out to Harlad. If so Harlad probably wouldnt trust him either. Valmont could use that.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:17:14 GMT -5
RP by Wargamer
It was starting to rain outside. Lawson jangled the money in his hand. He should start by buying a good horse. With that, he could be in Ironkeep in no time...
...from there he could buy a new life. Change clothes, change horse, rob a few people to up his finances and be beyond all hope of retribution before anyone twigged...
...but Valmont knew people. He knew people with power... people like Hawk, or Greseus Goldtooth. If they sent Maneaters after him, there'd be no chance. Even Cathay couldn't protect him from them...
Dismissing the thoughts, Lawson stuck to his mission, and set out on the road to Ironkeep.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:17:59 GMT -5
Danzig strolled in to the Inn, he considered it his although he only owned half of it, still the other owner knew not to argue with him.
He pinend up a notice behind the bar in rough, scrawled hand writing.
Capable men needed for job tonight, ask at bar for more details
Sod discreete thought Danzig, he was busy enough without trying to find more men, this would have to do.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:18:46 GMT -5
RP by Elflord9d
There was a green cloaked figure that walked into the room. Valmont saw that the figure walked with a staff, but used it for a walking stick. He knew who this was.
The figure turned to Valmont and walked over. He took of his hood. His pointy ears were more than noticeable. Valmont stood up and held out a hand.
"Elathain."
Elathain smiled and shook his hand. "It's good to see you again Valmont." With that they both sat down.
“I see your leg never fully healed.” said Valmont.
“No. I am still agile when I need to be though.” Elathain said with a smile.
“Well, we’ll see.” Commented Valmont.
"Is anyone else coming?" Elathain asked.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:19:43 GMT -5
Valmont had arrived just before the Elf, he had seen Danzigs notice, he knew that the Kislevite would could never be discreete. He was probably upstairs with any merc that had enquired about the job.
'No, nobody else is coming. I'm suprised you did, i didn't contact you because i didn't think that you would really wan't anything to do with caravan robbing'
'Even if your not, Danzig is leading a strike tonight on the Carrion Band as they raid a local warehouse, so perhaps that would be more to your liking, after all you would be commiting no crime with that, preventing one in fact' Continued Valmont with a wry smile.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:20:32 GMT -5
RP by Elflord9d
"I was in town and saw you walk in. I still havent gotten any clues to the ork scums hidout, but it's around here somwhere."
“But your right, I would rather like to prevent a crime, but if you haven’t hear then take a look at this.” Elathain handed him a peace of paper. In big bold letters it said WANTED then it had an illustration of Elathain on it and at the bottom it said dead or alive 10,000 gold coins.
“I killed a nobleman of the empire who was trying to summon a demon. I was the only one who knew about it." With that there was a pause. Elathain broke the silence of the group and said "I would like to meet again Valmont.” With that he got up leaning on his staff and walked over to the barman to ask about the add Danzig had posted.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:21:22 GMT -5
RP by Ogreking
There was a thud. Ogres didnt fit through doors very well. You would think Skragg would have figured it out by now though. He entered the inn head spinning, and sitting on a chair. There was a thud, and the ogre remained seated on the floor.
'Well theyve still got my magical chairs aint they'. Skragg smiled, wnt cross eyed and fell back with a thud.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:21:59 GMT -5
The ogre awoke to a barrel of grog bieng poured over him by Valmont.
His eyes slowly opened.
'Nice to see you again old friend' said Valmont.
'You too little Valmont' replied Skragg.
'Come we have business to discuss' continued Valmont leading the ogre upstairs.
They walked past a room containing about 12 men, Danzig and Elathain. The big Kislevite was talking to the group. They must be the men that he's rounded up for tonight thought Valmont, not many but enough.
They finally entered a room at the very end of the corridoor and entered.
'So have you rounded up all of your lads for the big job Skragg?' asked Valmont.
'Sure have boss, theres me and five others'.
'Good, good. I have no doubt that there will also be ogres guarding the caravan Skragg, your job will be to block up the road and then take on the ogres. Got it?'
'Yeh' replied the ogre becoming impatient, Valmont had already told him all this before, 'Can i go get some grog now?'
'Yes, go on' Finished Valmont.
He had to keep reminding the ogre of what he was supposed to do, he would no doubt forget otherwise. Still he was a very useful asset and an old friend. This job would make them all very,very rich.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:23:18 GMT -5
RP by Wurzelmaniac
Hmmm, looks like work. Well, since our last attempt at robbing the dead (it's usually the best time) failed, I think dealing with the living who know when to stop moving sounds far better.
"Barkeep! What's this job about?" I gestured towards the sign.
"Wait a minute, I'll get him." rumbled the barman who turned and cuffed one of the cookboys on his way to whoever was offering the job. "I asked him to come down and have a look at you."
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:23:52 GMT -5
Danzig stode down the stairs and into the bar, the Inn-Keeper as always is very nervous around the big kislevite co-owner. He wished he had never sold half of the Inn to him.
Danzig looked at the two men,
'Working with this piece of sump sucking scum eh lad' asked Danzig, nodding his head towards Harlad.
The highwaymans hand strayed towards his pistol. Danzig laughed.
'Don't even think about it'.
'So this is one of your jobs Danzig, no doubt your doing it for that weasel Valmont. Come on were off ' Harlad said to the other man.
They both turned to leave.
'It's your choice, you work for him or me'
Harlad carried on walking but the other man stopped.
'DECIDE' the man jumped at the loud booming demand of the Kislevite. This obviously amused him as the huge man burst out laughing.
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Post by Arguleon Veq on May 30, 2005 14:24:52 GMT -5
RP by Wurzelmaniac
Hmmm, tough one.
I think I'll take my chances on Danzig, Harlad's going nowhere as is and by the looks of it there's plenty of work around here if this doesn't work.
"I'm with you Danzig." I say, slipping Harlad a behind-the back gesture, hopefully he'll know what I mean.
"So, what's the job?"
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