[centre][color=sienna][h2]Rynek Darion[/h2]
[sub]About to wreck some shit with [i]style![/i][/sub][/color]
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[color=sienna]"I don't like this sand. Why did we even come here!? It's full of nothing but sand and weird birds cawing at me and I don't like it!"[/color] The column of riders looked typical of the harsh Drakkan homelands. Their large warhorses had no problems carrying the packs of plundered riches and weapons numerous enough to suit a small army. They numbered two dozen and they would have moved silently through the sands if it wasn't for the incessant mumblings of their leader, Rynek Darion.

[b]"We discussed this half an hour ago, my lord. You were promised a bride in payment and the annual claiming is happening today."[/b] A much smaller Gem man took up the side of Rynek. His hair was already thinning and turning grey but he kept abreast with the Drakkans. He was voted in as a secretary of sorts for the group by a unanimous vote; mainly to keep Rynek in check and make sure they all got paid.

[color=sienna]"Why do I even pay you Sekret? I could have any girl I wanted down South but nooo we had to go and get a Gem."[/color] Rynek retorted.

[b]"You don't, sire. You enslaved me three years ago and said you would, and I quote, make me play jump rope with my intestines if I attempted to escape. And also, it was your idea."[/b] A collection of murmurs behind him meant that Rynek had to accept defeat and just be grumpy.

Despite this, it was Rynek who cooed like a small child when they rounded the hill to reveal the sprawl of Železna Kri. He was never quite used to big cities, at least ones that weren't burning but this impressed him. It didn't take them long to reach the gates and a letter produced on the part of the band's resident Gem sought them entry into the crowded streets of the Drakkan capital.

They dismounted and guided their horses through stifling heat. They were given a wide berth. Even in a place as self-centred as Železna Kri, tales of dogs such as themselves reached many ears. Honourless and vicious, they would do just about anything if gold was involved. Their last contract involved the sacking of a town that was refusing the imposed taxes. The reward, as promised, would be a Gemmenite wife plucked straight from the reaping. Rynek liked the thought of it at the time but he also didn't like sand in his shoes and there was a great deal of sand in his shoes. 

The contractor was a particularly wealthy old lout who had grown placid. He had made his home amongst the high class of Drakkan society and it was there that the merry band visited. Leaving their horses at the gate, only Rynek and Sekret were permitted entry to the main complex. It was welcomingly cool in the building except for the family of armed Drakkan and a few half-naked girls lying around.

[b]"Rynek Darion, how good it is to see your face once more. I trust you took care of my problem, yes?"[/b] Rynek concluded that the head of the household reminded him most of a snake. He didn't have much interactions with the slithery little bastards but from what he did, he thought the description was fitting. He also liked the half naked ladies.

[color=sienna]"Well if by take care you mean rape and steal, yeah I suppose we did that."[/color] He turned to Sekret. [color=sienna]"We did that right?"[/color] With a nod from the Gem he turned round to the snakey man with a cocky grin. [color=sienna]"Aye yes we did that. The gold is being unloaded as we speak. Now er where exactly would one get his promised wife?"[/color] A laugh went up amongst the room and it took Rynek a good minute and a half to realise that he was the subject of said laughing.

[b]"You are a lowlife mercenary that trades glory for gold. Do you think you even [i]deserve[/i] a bride?"[/b] The lord stifled another laugh. [b]"Take one of those whores and begone. I have no more use for you."[/b] Rynek was not one bit impressed. Sekret sighed and increased the gap between them.

[color=sienna]"Now hold up just one second! I trampled across a fucking desert to get my fucking wife and I fully intend to get said fucking wife... for fucking. Now give me what is mine or you will taste my spear! Taste my spear? Yeah that sounds a bit off."[/color] He turned to Sekret and gave him a questioning look, Sekret shrugged. [color=sienna]"Ok ignore the tasting the spear part but I still want my Gem."[/color] Another round of laughing went up again. It was a pity really, if they were focusing they could have noticed the Drakkan producing a spear. And flinging that spear. What they defintely wouldn't have noticed was how the air before the spear seemed to flee and by the time it impacted in the maw of the lordling, it exploded his jaw into a million pieces and was only stopped by the stone of his chair.

Screams filled the air, the sound of steel on steel following. Like dogs to a bone, his men found their way into the room, blood already soaking their blades. [color=sienna]"All I wanted was to have a nice little Gem wife and settle down somewhere nice and have nice little babies but nooo you all just had to ruin that!"[/color] Even the heaviest of the Drakkan seemed to slink away from him as he stepped forward, weaponless, to retrieve his spear. They knew what his ilk were, if Rynek and his dogs wanted to, they could slaughter the lot of them. He took his spear, cleaning it on the silks of the man before stepping back down. [color=sienna]"I want my wife Sekret. We're going to get my wife or I'm going to get very fucking angry at all this fucking sand!"[/color]

Bodies littered the corridors outside the main chamber. Rynek stepped over them, sadness replacing anger. [color=sienna]"I just thought for a moment we'd actually be treated nice, yaknow? I just wanted a wife is all."[/color] He sighed and sunk his spear into a guardsman trying to crawl away. 

[b]"Listen boss, if anyone deserves a wife it's you but eh maybe we should think twice about heading over there and causing a ruckus. I heard those there royal guard are nasty fellas!"[/b] Twig was one of the larger and dumber members of their gang. Having less than a few necessary parts up there meant that he often questioned Rynek where others would not.

[color=sienna]"Gentlemen. When have you [i]ever[/i] seen me do something reckless? I have a plan, of course. A great plan, as a matter of fact!"[/color]

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They hung around one of the many inns until nightfall when the onlookers from the arena not deemed worthy enough were kicked out. From what Rynek had gathered, this meant that only those getting brides were still inside. Them and a fairly large army of guardsmen. Not the best odds but he preferred it that way really.

When the outside was entirely cleared, they made their move. Wrapping himself in a thick cloak and meandering towards the main gate, he took his time and hunched over like a cripple. His men hung back, keeping to the shadows. [b]Where are you going, old man?"[/b] One of the guards barked as he neared them. Humming along without a care in the world, Rynek continued his approach. [b]"This is your last warning! Turn back now!"[/b] The two guards reached for their weapons much too late. They clattered to the floor as he passed, crossbow bolts protruding from their chests. As he rambled on, his dogs fell in behind him, moving forward to intercept any guard that got in their way

Finally, they emerged into a great hall that had way too many pretty girls for Rynek to handle. The guards at the entrance weren't as stupid as their predecessors and backed away, weapons raised to join a larger cohort. He hadn't removed the cloak but had taken his spear in hand. Raising it and knocking the bottom into the flagstones beneath him, he made his presence known.

[color=sienna]"So who does a guy have to talk to around here to get one of those pretty little Gems?"[/color]

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Rynek shows up to one of his contractor's estate who promised him a Gem bride in return for work. The Drakkan mocks him so Rynek makes him into a shish kebab. Stills wants a Gem bride so heads to the ceremony and with his best bois, he makes his way inside and makes his demands.
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