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True story, I once completely ripped a door off its hinges just trying to open it. I'm not particularly strong or anything, it just happened.
Yeah, this sounds like fun. I'm in.
"Five hundred ducats, eh?" Heinrich hadn't even landed in King's Stone and already the money was coming in. This would be a prosperous place for him indeed. "Sounds like a grand lark indeed. I'll play your game, Herr Captain." Heinrich smiled, though as always it didn't seem to touch his listless blue eyes.
His mind was racing behind those eyes, though. He was sure the man had been about to say they were going after Forestlings. A dangerous proposition in the best of times, and it was hard to imagine no bloodshed occurring despite the captain's extravagant promises. Heinrich figured Gustav to be no coward, and probably good enough in a fight to be worth keeping around. But this nervous, clumsy seamstress seemed liable to faint at the first drawn steel. Not to mention this unknown fourth person- a completely unknown variable. Heinrich worried for this plan. But the pay was too good to pass up.
His mind was racing behind those eyes, though. He was sure the man had been about to say they were going after Forestlings. A dangerous proposition in the best of times, and it was hard to imagine no bloodshed occurring despite the captain's extravagant promises. Heinrich figured Gustav to be no coward, and probably good enough in a fight to be worth keeping around. But this nervous, clumsy seamstress seemed liable to faint at the first drawn steel. Not to mention this unknown fourth person- a completely unknown variable. Heinrich worried for this plan. But the pay was too good to pass up.
Heinrich cocked his head. The proposition was interesting, sure, but everything about it just seemed out of order. The payment looked promising, certainly enough to buy his blade, but there were plenty out there willing to spend money on an elaborate trap. He was important enough to spend money on, he knew that. He decided to try poking a few holes in the captain's plan, see if it held water- if it did, it was less likely to be a lie.
"Well, it seems like you know exactly where this ship is and who has it," Heinrich said. "Why not simply go the local magistrate and tell them it was stolen from you? It'd be much easier and safer to reclaim it legally. Not to mention cheaper."
"Well, it seems like you know exactly where this ship is and who has it," Heinrich said. "Why not simply go the local magistrate and tell them it was stolen from you? It'd be much easier and safer to reclaim it legally. Not to mention cheaper."
"Heinrich Hoffmann," he lied, giving the man a firm handshake. "I made some wise investments and came into some money recently, thought I would go see some of the world and have a few stories to tell before settling down." Another lie. Heinrich never intended to settle down. Not for one moment. That would be boring, and Heinrich had little patience for boring things. "You were army, eh, Herr Theindorf? When we get ashore, I'd feel honored if you let me buy you some schnapps. Always good to meet a fellow countryman," he said with a chuckle.
His expression darkened somewhat as they were interrupted by a common seaman. His father had always taught him to be respectful to such men- after all, the lowest sailor was still the backbone of the Herzog empire- but he had never seen the point of belittling himself for the sake of his inferiors. And they were his inferiors. Most people were. Still, he smiled and politely thanked the man for his missive.
"A summons from the captain, eh? How strange," he wondered aloud to Theindorf. "I suppose we may as well see what the man wants." With a shrug, he began the leisurely stroll across the rocking deck to the captain's quarters. Despite his smile and easy manner, he still gently and slowly reached into his pocket, closed his fist around the small leather bag filled with lead shot. If the captain wanted to begin something, he'd answer to Heinrich's cosh. And no doubt he'd be grateful he hadn't answered to Heinrich's sword instead.
His expression darkened somewhat as they were interrupted by a common seaman. His father had always taught him to be respectful to such men- after all, the lowest sailor was still the backbone of the Herzog empire- but he had never seen the point of belittling himself for the sake of his inferiors. And they were his inferiors. Most people were. Still, he smiled and politely thanked the man for his missive.
"A summons from the captain, eh? How strange," he wondered aloud to Theindorf. "I suppose we may as well see what the man wants." With a shrug, he began the leisurely stroll across the rocking deck to the captain's quarters. Despite his smile and easy manner, he still gently and slowly reached into his pocket, closed his fist around the small leather bag filled with lead shot. If the captain wanted to begin something, he'd answer to Heinrich's cosh. And no doubt he'd be grateful he hadn't answered to Heinrich's sword instead.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Well, honestly part of the reason I had Sonja drop from exhaustion was to let the new kids get their chance in the spotlight (not to mention it made sense under the circumstances). I try to be very inclusive as an RPer, I feel guilty if I'm the one who accomplishes everything.
Your patience will likely pay off in the long run.
I'm alright with Silva making an intuitive leap- LA clearly introduced himself as being from out of town and is now beating feet out of there in a hurry, it'd be plausible for her to conclude that he's one of the competition.
I'm alright with Silva making an intuitive leap- LA clearly introduced himself as being from out of town and is now beating feet out of there in a hurry, it'd be plausible for her to conclude that he's one of the competition.
Heinrich Herzog sat alone on the lurching, salt-caked deck, anxiously eying the growing horizon. The sun felt warm. It was a welcome change.
It had grown far too hot for him around the Colony. The roads had been too well patrolled, caravans now left with armed escorts, the pretty ladies (always so eligible for ransom) had stayed at home. While he was eager to credit his own reputation for it, Heinrich knew marauding Forestlings were much more culpable for these changes. Besides, even the underworld had grown to distrust him. Too many brigands run through in shady beer cellars, too many horses missing in the night. No, it seemed best to start anew.
The scarred man grinned to himself as he thought of the opportunities that awaited him in King's Stone. New women to bed, new ales and wines to try, new caravans to rob. He figured he would lay low for a day or so, haunt the taverns and council cellars, learn what he could about the local merchants, the highways, the caravan routes. Not to mention enjoy himself, a holiday of wine and women. He had possessed the foresight to gather a purse of coins before heading out, enough for him to live comfortably for a few weeks in a new town. Long enough to learn a few necessary items. And then the people on the roads around King's Stone would meet Heinrich Herzog.
The rocking of the ship bothered him little, he had spent a great deal of time on his family's vessels. Standing up, he strolled with little difficulty along the deck. His eyes lit on a soldierly type. The kind of man with a purse full of back pay and every intention of spending it. A potential drinking buddy, or perhaps even a target. Heinrich's pale blue eyes looked over the man before joining him at the railing with a smile. "Don't quite have your sea legs yet, do you?" he said with a sympathetic laugh.
It had grown far too hot for him around the Colony. The roads had been too well patrolled, caravans now left with armed escorts, the pretty ladies (always so eligible for ransom) had stayed at home. While he was eager to credit his own reputation for it, Heinrich knew marauding Forestlings were much more culpable for these changes. Besides, even the underworld had grown to distrust him. Too many brigands run through in shady beer cellars, too many horses missing in the night. No, it seemed best to start anew.
The scarred man grinned to himself as he thought of the opportunities that awaited him in King's Stone. New women to bed, new ales and wines to try, new caravans to rob. He figured he would lay low for a day or so, haunt the taverns and council cellars, learn what he could about the local merchants, the highways, the caravan routes. Not to mention enjoy himself, a holiday of wine and women. He had possessed the foresight to gather a purse of coins before heading out, enough for him to live comfortably for a few weeks in a new town. Long enough to learn a few necessary items. And then the people on the roads around King's Stone would meet Heinrich Herzog.
The rocking of the ship bothered him little, he had spent a great deal of time on his family's vessels. Standing up, he strolled with little difficulty along the deck. His eyes lit on a soldierly type. The kind of man with a purse full of back pay and every intention of spending it. A potential drinking buddy, or perhaps even a target. Heinrich's pale blue eyes looked over the man before joining him at the railing with a smile. "Don't quite have your sea legs yet, do you?" he said with a sympathetic laugh.
No, looks good to me. You guys move quick, maybe I should have listed more than ten targets.
Just keep in mind, guys, some of these people are going to fight back, very effectively.
Just keep in mind, guys, some of these people are going to fight back, very effectively.
Congratulations, you just killed an educator and mother of three who tirelessly campaigned against drugs in her community.
Cheyenne draws first blood.
Cheyenne draws first blood.
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