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STATUS: It might be three inches, but it smells like a foot. 11 yrs ago
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It has arrived. Just a quick warning, I won't be on tomorrow and maybe the next day 'cause that's when I'll be moving. Won't really have access to the computer.
For a moment, it seemed that the halfling in front of him was going to strike him outright. But, she seemed to gain control over herself within a few moments, probably awfully spooked at his random appearance. He stared as she examined him, or at least that was what he thought.she was doing. Just giving him a look over. He grinned a little bit, readjusting the velvet cloak he wore. He could use something to drink, but thankfully Simeon had decided they were all here.
He informed the two that their mission was to retrieve some carriage full of drinks. Ale, he hoped. He still wondered why the halfling was invited, she didn't seem like much. Just a lithe and small girl. Good for quickly sending messages, maybe, but not what their organization was made for. Killing. He shrugged and waved a hand to the girl, speaking up and saying, "Come along now, girl."
Rhus heard the girl whisper something to herself, what she said, he could not know. He wasn't known for perceptive ears. But she did speak her name. Rose. He responded with his own. "And mine is Rhus Lancea, may your days be bereft of hangovers, and nights filled with drink." He let her babble as they made their way down the street. It was fairly easy to find the cart, loaded to the brim with jugs and barrels. Grazing next to the cart were two chestnut mares, eager and ready to go. He gently ran a hand down one of their manes, admiring their beauty.
Something set the halfling off. Of course, even his blunt nose could smell what she noticed. She had an odd way of speaking when it came to asking what he would do. He reached into his cloak, taking out a hand and a half dagger, eager for blood, and made of Valyrian Steel. It couldn't cut through water, but it could damn well come close. He looked at the silver steel and grunted. "Well, it would be extremely rude of me to leave such a young women as yourself to the catches of some devilish brigands, would it?" Rhus twirled the dagger, barely even counted as that. You could probably just call it a short sword and be done with it, but it had a thicker blade than a short sword, and was a little bit too short to be a sword. "Of course, if the fair maiden wishes to run, that is my command. It will be a shame to leave behind the cart."
He grabbed one of the skins off of the cart, opening it and grinning as the sweet smell coursed through his lungs. He took a deep quaff of the ale, tasting it in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Simeon didn't have the greatest taste, but it would have to do.
He informed the two that their mission was to retrieve some carriage full of drinks. Ale, he hoped. He still wondered why the halfling was invited, she didn't seem like much. Just a lithe and small girl. Good for quickly sending messages, maybe, but not what their organization was made for. Killing. He shrugged and waved a hand to the girl, speaking up and saying, "Come along now, girl."
Rhus heard the girl whisper something to herself, what she said, he could not know. He wasn't known for perceptive ears. But she did speak her name. Rose. He responded with his own. "And mine is Rhus Lancea, may your days be bereft of hangovers, and nights filled with drink." He let her babble as they made their way down the street. It was fairly easy to find the cart, loaded to the brim with jugs and barrels. Grazing next to the cart were two chestnut mares, eager and ready to go. He gently ran a hand down one of their manes, admiring their beauty.
Something set the halfling off. Of course, even his blunt nose could smell what she noticed. She had an odd way of speaking when it came to asking what he would do. He reached into his cloak, taking out a hand and a half dagger, eager for blood, and made of Valyrian Steel. It couldn't cut through water, but it could damn well come close. He looked at the silver steel and grunted. "Well, it would be extremely rude of me to leave such a young women as yourself to the catches of some devilish brigands, would it?" Rhus twirled the dagger, barely even counted as that. You could probably just call it a short sword and be done with it, but it had a thicker blade than a short sword, and was a little bit too short to be a sword. "Of course, if the fair maiden wishes to run, that is my command. It will be a shame to leave behind the cart."
He grabbed one of the skins off of the cart, opening it and grinning as the sweet smell coursed through his lungs. He took a deep quaff of the ale, tasting it in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing. Simeon didn't have the greatest taste, but it would have to do.
Sounds good to me. I'll get my post up by tonight or tomorrow.
Oh no! My email!
I'd be welcome for a joint post. Have you opened the Google Docs yet? My account is rickard.zac3@gmail.com if you'd like to add me to it.
Yeah, we're not going to be stepping up at all. I rolled a three. Of course, if you're too busy to make a post, I can make mine any time. I'll give you the courtesy, Krauxis. Of course, don't expect Rhus to be winning any fighting. We should also take into consideration that it could be anyone fighting, and not Simeon. Our characters might not realize the difference and simply arrive tugging a carriage along.
Seems like the hopping has slowed down to a gentle flop.
Its funny because I'm also working on moving as well, Thankfully, I'm staying in the same town, just moving to a new house.
And I have posted!
Rhus stood up from his table finally after twenty minutes of waiting. Bullshit, he thought. He'd been waiting there for a drink, waiting for that damned woman to bring his his drink. He'd sat there, watching as she made her sultry ass out of the bar, being one of the only servers that were available. She was lucky she had a good body, so he wasn't too mad. Of course, a woman with a good pair and and even better rear could do anything and he'd be fine with it...
Well, not everything.
He walked with an air of swagger as he made his way through the crowd of people. How long had he been here? His head felt blurry... how many drinks? Seven. Yeah, seven... probably. Rhus grunted as he leaned against the cobblestone wall, closing his eyes for a second. Those dwarves sure were short, but they could brew a fine drink. Plump Helmet Ale was probably in his top ten favorites, even if it was a little odd to be made out of shrooms. He opened his eyes, the many people drinking and drinking their day away were still blurry. He left, wiping his brow for sweat.
He'd gone to this dump of a city eight weeks ago, and been bored out of his mind ever since. No jobs. No extravagant wines. No nothing at all, and for what? A silly little message that told him to be here when there were two moons? Of course, not like he wouldn't have come. It'd been too long since he had participated on a mission. He wondered if he'd be meeting with someone. Before he could think much about it, a glint of fair skin caught his eye.
"Ah, fair maiden, I've been waiting for your attention... You see, my cup has gone empty, and I..." He froze for a moment. As soon as he approached close enough, he saw enough. Compared to her dress, the blood was barely distinguishable, but a keen eye, and one who had seen much of blood, knew what to expect. "A shame..." he said, grimacing. He'd killed plenty of people, but none had been a woman, and who had killed this one? A tiny blur caught his eye as soon as he turned. A small girl was rushing through the streets, fairly far from him.
Rhus gave a kiss to the dead woman, oh what a waste. He followed the girl, sticking to the long shadows cast by the strange lanterns that were erected in clear cut parameters, to light the streets up. A relatively knew technology, as far as he knew, but he wasn't paying attention to that. What he did pay attention to was the girl. She had the whitest skin he had ever seen, but had pointed ears... elf? No, half-elf. Rather beautiful, he might add.
She stopped after a small while, and he stopped as well.
He quickly saw what she was seeing, standing high over her shoulder. Two people, exchanging a small bag of coins, he might guess. It would have been a normal exchange, had he not known the face in front of him. He never forgot a face. And this one was an important one, none the less. Simeon Cythera, a name quite known among the Night Kiss. Certainly he had been the one to give him the message. Still, the girl had his attention, but he knew she wasn't the killer. Of course, a good spook might not be so bad, and it would give him a laugh.
He slowly approached and laid a hand on her shoulder, speaking in the most haunting tone he could manage. "It isn't wise to be watching others do business, girl."
Well, not everything.
He walked with an air of swagger as he made his way through the crowd of people. How long had he been here? His head felt blurry... how many drinks? Seven. Yeah, seven... probably. Rhus grunted as he leaned against the cobblestone wall, closing his eyes for a second. Those dwarves sure were short, but they could brew a fine drink. Plump Helmet Ale was probably in his top ten favorites, even if it was a little odd to be made out of shrooms. He opened his eyes, the many people drinking and drinking their day away were still blurry. He left, wiping his brow for sweat.
He'd gone to this dump of a city eight weeks ago, and been bored out of his mind ever since. No jobs. No extravagant wines. No nothing at all, and for what? A silly little message that told him to be here when there were two moons? Of course, not like he wouldn't have come. It'd been too long since he had participated on a mission. He wondered if he'd be meeting with someone. Before he could think much about it, a glint of fair skin caught his eye.
"Ah, fair maiden, I've been waiting for your attention... You see, my cup has gone empty, and I..." He froze for a moment. As soon as he approached close enough, he saw enough. Compared to her dress, the blood was barely distinguishable, but a keen eye, and one who had seen much of blood, knew what to expect. "A shame..." he said, grimacing. He'd killed plenty of people, but none had been a woman, and who had killed this one? A tiny blur caught his eye as soon as he turned. A small girl was rushing through the streets, fairly far from him.
Rhus gave a kiss to the dead woman, oh what a waste. He followed the girl, sticking to the long shadows cast by the strange lanterns that were erected in clear cut parameters, to light the streets up. A relatively knew technology, as far as he knew, but he wasn't paying attention to that. What he did pay attention to was the girl. She had the whitest skin he had ever seen, but had pointed ears... elf? No, half-elf. Rather beautiful, he might add.
She stopped after a small while, and he stopped as well.
He quickly saw what she was seeing, standing high over her shoulder. Two people, exchanging a small bag of coins, he might guess. It would have been a normal exchange, had he not known the face in front of him. He never forgot a face. And this one was an important one, none the less. Simeon Cythera, a name quite known among the Night Kiss. Certainly he had been the one to give him the message. Still, the girl had his attention, but he knew she wasn't the killer. Of course, a good spook might not be so bad, and it would give him a laugh.
He slowly approached and laid a hand on her shoulder, speaking in the most haunting tone he could manage. "It isn't wise to be watching others do business, girl."
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