Chapatrap

Hellbent

Oh, damn! I posted before seeing that. I wanted to introduce Mustafa quickly and at the same time, anticipated a timeskip. If I knew we would do another round of posts, I would of had him sit down and talk a bit! I can go back and edit if you fella's would rather do another round of posting.

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The foreigner watched as his companions crowded around a table and decided he might need to introduce himself soon. He strained his ears above the noise of the inn and just about heard the names as they each announced it. He drunk his fifth glass of water while doing so and then stood to his feet, clutching his bag in one hand. He walked to the group but didn't sit down, instead listening to the conversation around him. The smaller woman, who was carrying a spear he hadn't noticed earlier, spoke of the plans for the next morning from a note she had received from the Baron and Mustafa listened quietly. Gold and a horse seemed almost too good to be true. This tome must of been truly important for his employer to be so desperate for it to return. Mustafa was quite good with horses but rarely rode them outside the desert regions due to the cost and upkeep of them. Desert horses were scrawny but well suited to the sand while the horses around Persk were stronger yet required more food.

He pulled up a chair and slid in under the table, placing himself at an empty spot near the shorter girl. His bag dropped to the side of his chair and he looked around at everyone. 'Mustafa al-Everi' he said gruffly. He didn't offer his hand to anyone and scowled slightly. A part of him wanted to waltz upstairs and go to bed. But he was curious of his companions and the plan for the morning after. Most of all, he wanted to gauge their true strength and see how useful they would be in battle. He ordered another glass of water for himself and when it came, sipped it thoughtfully with his elbows on the table. He needed to make something clear.

'I shall be leaving tomorrow morning at dawn. I'm presuming some of you will want us to travel as a group but I will not wait for anyone' he said, his cold eyes flickering to each person. 'I'd expect you all to do the same. If any of us are killed, I will not stop to mourn. If we are injured, I will not wait behind. This man...this thief will no doubt be sly. If we miss him because we're putting bandages on, we might never catch him. And I'd rather not spend the rest of my life chasing a thief who could be anywhere'. With his rather blunt statement over, he leaned back in his chair and began draining his water. His Common was accented and stilted, as if he was hesitant speaking it but his message was made clear. He wouldn't wait for anyone - no matter who they were.

Best Videogame Soundtrack

A silly one would be either Crash Twinsanity or Katamari.

A serious one is probably Fallout: New Vegas or Dishonoured for me.

Hellbent

Aight, sweet. I might sneak in a quick post before the timeskip to introduce Mustafa to the group properly, Beardie.

Team/Hat Fortress/Simulator 2(014)

Hell yeah, I love TF2. I keep trying to redownload it but you know, Irish internet.

Expiration Date: A Discussion

It seems like a lot of space is wasted if it's that big. Cool idea anyway.

Hellbent

If any of you gents or ladies have Steam, we could use that as chat and use PM's as the writing tool. That's how I usually do collabs, anyway.

Hellbent

In my experience, a posting order slows thing down a bit if someone takes their time in posting. But again, you're the GM. If you think it's a good idea, do it.

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Posted. I deliberately left out the fact one of us was given a slip of paper so someone else can take that on if they wish.

Hellbent

The Black Bull Inn was not the best establishment Mustafa had ever been in but it certainly wasn't the worst. At least it didn't have the usual smell of human excrement and stale vomit that most of these rundown inns had. His nose still crinkled at the smell of alcohol and unwashed bodies, however. Compared to the cold and dark outside, the inn felt like heaven. Bright candles light up all corners, leaving no dark corners and a merry fire crackled in a fireplace. The barman gave a smile as Mustafa and his companions entered the inn. 'Evening gents and, not so gents. Whata'ya having?' he asked, rubbing a dirty glass with a rag. Mustafa licked his lips. It had been a long night, so he settled on a glass of water. The barman gave him a strange look while pouring and handing him the water, as if he had never been asked for something non-alcoholic by a customer before.

He had received a few looks while in Persk. Most were curious but a few had been suspicious and even hostile. As he drained the glass quickly, he leaned onto the bar and glanced around the inn. Many were working men, in after a long day to get drunk and have a good time with their mates. They drank heartily and loudly from large glasses and could be seen constantly stumbling up to the bar for another round. A few were shady looking characters, who did not speak but sat at their tables, sipping on small glasses of something that was no doubt stronger than beer. Then there were his companions. He hadn't spoken to any of them yet and he hadn't yet caught their names. One thing was for sure. He didn't like the look of any of them. His right hand occasionally snaked down and clutched the hilt of his scimitar. It was a nervous habit he possessed, as if expecting a fight to break out at any moment.

But no one took him any mind apart from the barman who asked if he would like some more water. He nodded and was soon draining another glass. Water in his homeland was almost as rare as gold, so he took every opportunity to drink as much as possible. Mustafa began to realise he was overwhelmingly tired while drinking his next glass - he hadn't slept in over 24 hours. So he dragged his tired bones over to an empty table near the wall and flung his bag under the chair. He collapsed on the chair and could of slept then. But he didn't.

He was curious yet weary of his new companions, who were complete strangers and undeniably dangerous. It was perfectly possible he could awake one morning to find his possessions stolen or even that his life had been taken. In which case, he wouldn't wake at all. This thought kept him awake, if just barely. He watched his companions lazily, making note of each one of them. The tall, lanky man with the slouch looked to be the most dangerous. He also took note of the slim, taller woman who had an air of confidence about her. The shorter woman (if she wasn't just a girl!) looked rather innocent to him but looks could be deceiving. The older/oldest mercenary, who completed the line up of his companions, looked to be the hardest to kill. If it ever came to it, Mustafa would rather risk his payment and run rather than kill these four at once. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. They would be all be essential in this quest.