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Feral

Better not be too interested though, you know about curiosity and cats right :D

Feral

Well, as he explained previously, a great part of controlling people is fear, and if you can somehow make people believe that you are never in trouble, no matter the odds, it tends to creep most people out. It would do that to me at least.

Feral

Well, Lazarus is, even if he has questionable way, a herald of JUSTICE!*lifts fist in the air*

So it was obviously a bad idea to even ask him.

Feral

Alright, took me damn long enough.

Feral

Lazarus had just sat down comfortably and enjoyed his ale, when someone approached him: It wasn't that special really, so he lowered his other hand on a hilt of a sword. But this figure , Vlad, wasn't out for a fight it seemed, instead he offered him work. He listened through his offer while taking a sip of his drink every now and then, and quietly waited for the person to leave and disappear before lifting his head and shaking it, glancing over at the bag and getting up, he takes the 'token of appreciation' as it was called and lobs it over at the tavern keeper, telling him to offer free drinks to people as long as that bag runs out. He then leaves the tavern quickly and looks around, where did that figure go?."Hmph." He frowns slightly and heads away from the building, it could be a trap for all he cared, and even if it was not, Lazarus was a bounty hunter, not a mercenary nor an assassin. This person, whoever he was in the end, clearly could not tell the difference, but since he offered that kind of a deal, there was a fair chance that his head too would be found from a bulletin board sooner or later. Or then he could go after him by making his suggestion a personal offence towards his good...dec...name.

Lazarus now had two choices. Either he disappeared from the city without another sound, or then returned to the tavern the next day and comfort this Vlad person.. He would probably run into a conflict with him, which could lead to property damage and possibly bystander casualties. Or then, the whole thing would be a set up by the watch to see if they can take him in for accepting assassination contracts. On the other hand, Lazarus was confident that he could get away from the possible ambush, but then, Vlad did not seem just a normal person, and having him to deal with along with these watch members could prove to be difficult. At least, alone.

Feral

*yawn*...Oh, right, posting...I'll...ooon the weekend.....?

Feral

Uhh...hmm..interesting...sense of justice, pride and right versus greed...

Besieged

Name: Archibaus Kalibus Ignatious Montaque The 3rd

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Description/Pic: Archibaus Is large man with pale skin, he's wide, tall and has some stomach on him too, compensated by muscles on his limbs. He has long maroon hair and long maroon beard. His navy blue eyes seem to pierce people with their chilly glare. Usually he's wearing his royal attire, which inclodes worn iron armor decorated with golden stripes, and bright red cape with fur on shoulders, his crown is always shining golden and the gems all over it glimmer. He also carries around large sword that has large diamond socketed to the hilt, but other than that the sword seems old and worn.

Personality: The good king used to be understanding and kind to his people. But as the siege begun he became careful, paranoid even. And when his son lost his eyesight, he became furious. Now he is unforgiving and strict leader.

Background: The Montaque bloodline has ruled for a long time, and nearly 20 years back Archibaus became the King, replacing his own father. He started off as someone who needed guidance and help keeping his people safe and sound. But as the Dragon attacked, he soon had most of his consults fired, and later on he went ahead and executed them. It did not take him long until he noticed how the city fell apart before him, and to protect himself, and his family, he placed his whole palace under total lockdown, no one could get in, and his family members leaving the palace would be accompanied by group of knights. It did not take long until his family was hit by an unfortunate accident, and his son lost his eyesight due alchemical incident, after that he outright outlawed anyone from performing alchemy outside the capital city, the punishment, would be death. This law would be overseen by his loyal, yet slightly fanatical, inquisition.

Place in Society: The King

Other: The King has built barracks, larger walls and more weaponry all over the city, as well as authorized his knights with unnecessarily lethal force in case of troubles rising. By doing this he has managed to lessen the crime rates greatly, but his soldiers have became easily corrupted and arrogant.

Feral

Virgin sacrifices, bah, how barbaric. I sacrifice baby animals that are coated with the flesh of the fallen.

Feral

Lazarus smirked in his helmet and barely flinched when his cheek was cut, he accepts his money and walks past the Guard Captain then, heading down towards the nearest tavern, giving him one final whisper "The Fear, Captain. That's what keeps your city peaceful." he soon disappears from their sight as the captain takes a look at his blade, the single drop of blood slides down the blade slowly, and leaves cold vapor behind along the metal blade, before eventually halting it's advance, as if frozen in place.

After that little incident, the bounty hunter is soon enjoying his ale in the tavern, all alone in nice little corner where no one should disturb him, if he's lucky. Although he would not bet on his luck more today, he probably exhausted today's luck pool already more than few times, either way he shrugs and laughs it off, as he is once again a small fortune more rich, and can happily order drinks to every customer one time, just in case one of these seraphim would be here to calm their nerves now.