POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

As Yantz was practically flushed out of the Inn to see what was going on, Cyrdic and Camilla had gone to visit Oleg at his residence, after Cyrdic had made sure Konrad would halt his drinking for the day. The Greatsword had reluctantly agreed, and Skaldi had given his Dwarfish Oath that he'd keep an eye on the soldier as they went to fetch their new clothing. Cyrdic had only really worn expensive finery at Middenheim, and he had forgotten how much of a to do it was.

Needless to say it took most of the morning for Cyrdic and Camilla to be measured and the thread resewn to fit them snuggly, and that was after they had picked their colors and fabrics. The two had been ushered off into separate rooms while they were fitted and dressed, and Cyrdic was entirely uncomfortable throughout the whole experience, as men and women he had never met essentially displayed him in his underwear as they spoke of his clothing. Finally they found something both they and Cyrdic could agree on.

Stepping out of the room was like leaving a room filled with warpstone, and he instantly felt better. A servant informed him that Camilla was still within her room. Cyrdic, stepping out of his room, shaved and styled to a point, thanked the servant. The merc had on an overcoat of burgundy with earthy thread, under which was a tanned tunic over a white linen shirt. His belt was made of new, shined leather with a bronze belt buckle in the sign of the hammer, and though his trousers were poofier than he cared for, they fit well. Oddly enough, he had not seen Camilla for some hours and he felt like they were ushered to different areas as if they were being dressed before their wedding. Gods, that was a thought that hadn't occurred to him yet. Would that ever be something she would want? Did he? He loved her and wanted no other, but that seemed like a large to-do. The thought made him more nervous than he thought it would.

"Sir," a coarse voice from the side drew his attention, and Cyrdic turned to face a man that rivaled his stature, something he wasn't used to with anyone but Ivan. Bornhald gave a bow, and beckoned him come forward. "A man ferh you at tha duar sir." After taking a moment to understand the brute's speech, Cyrdic gave a nod in thanks and passed him to make his way downstairs into the shop. The common shop had been closed as of this day, though Yantz seemed to have had no trouble getting in.

"Well, what is it?" Cyrdic asked him.

Yantz snickered, glancing at the Ostlander's clothes. "Please don't punish me, m'lord. I'll tell you right away, I will."

When it became apparent Cyrdic wouldn't joke back, Yantz shook his head and continued. He held up the note and tossed it to Cyrdic. "The blasted witch herself doesn't know, or care to tell why this is dated tomorrow or the combination. Only that you'll know later tonight, and tomorrow both I and the others need to be ready...for some thrice poxed thing we don't yet know." He sounded annoyed, and Cyrdic didn't blame him. "Mages," they sighed in unison, just as Oleg popped out of the back.

"Ah, by Ursun you look conservative but marvelous, my young friend." The merchant commented, pleased with himself at how it turned out. "You'll certainly look the part of a Boyar noble. How does it feel?"

"It moves well," Cyrdic said with a light tone to his voice, not wanting to be rude to the fellow who's dime this suit was on. He even gave a smile to him. The clicking of footsteps announced Camilla's arrival down the stairs, and as always her presence caused everyone's jaw to drop.
@Penny

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

I'll be either my Zabrak Commando or my simple farmboy Dantooine Padawan

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Plus, whatever assassins come after us, I'd like for them to know we aren't to be toyed with. Only way to do that is by word of mouth," Cyrdic said, then smiled to himself as he thought unless putting a body on display would work. But it wouldn't for this establishment. Cyrdic stepped back into the stables fully and rummaged around for his shirt. Yantz had gone back to his stable and Ivan called out. "Heh!? Vot happened?"

Camilla shook her head. "It's over now, get dressed."

"Ah leetle bird, you haf a way with me, eh?" He said with a fatherly smile. Cyrdic thought it odd he treated Camilla like a daughter and then rutted with a girl only slightly older than Camilla. She looked to be Cyrdic's age, and she clung to Ivan as if he were her only protection, even among his friends. "Be gone, girl. It iss fine now. No moar danger." Ivan said to her, gently prying off her slim arms and smacking her rear. She squealed and practically scampered off, glancing at Cyrdic as if he were a Norscan let loose in the city as she ran by him.

There was a loud snoring from the back of the stables, and Cyrdic opened up the door to where the sound came from. Skaldi was still fast asleep. Cyrdic shook his head. "Out like a rock."

Konrad had already awoken before them, and had made his way to the Inn even before the assassin's attack. He'd been restless the previous night, and had been assailed by dreams of Chaos that left a cold chill on him even in the morning hours. By the time the group had reached him in the tavern, he was already tipsy. It even impressed Skaldi, who felt a keen appreciation to the art of drinking to go at it first thing in the morning.

"Ye should have told me, I'd have joined ye, manling." the Dawi said, walking past him and grabbing his apron. It was his responsibility to get the cooking pot going. The Brettonian Innkeeper had not yet unlocked the front door, and had refused to serve Konrad more than three drinks. 'Only to calm his nerves' she informed the group when she had let them in. The Greatsword's hair was disheveled and his eyes were red.

"You can't be doing this to yourself." Cyrdic said to him, but Konrad waved him away and went to take another sip. Cyrdic pushed the mug out of his hand and grabbed him by the shoulder. Konrad snarled, but Cyrdic didn't waver. "You're a man of Nordland by the hammer, act like it." he scolded him. A knock at the door defused the situation, and Ivan stomped over to the door, the only one not on edge at having had assassin's come after them the night previous.

"Ah, tank yoo" the kislevite said, and closed the door. "A courier hass a lettar for us. From da sorceress."
@Penny

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Beren listened to the group's comments and opinions with a thoughtful expression. The Eru'Dai's greatest vice was bullheaded stubborness, something his sensei had often told him. Luckily, he'd grown a bit, and he only let that get in the way of his decision making skills if he was in dire straits. He was open to any suggestions at the moment. If Beren was honest with himself, he severely doubted any Dark Elves had followed them. Though anxiety seemed to be running high at the moment, and Nicademus had not been there when they had liberated Aeryn. He couldn't blame the man for wanting to make sure. Beren's second biggest vice was he had a hero complex. He had no qualms going out there even if it might be a trap to keep these people safe.

Calanon was just about to jump up to join him, and out of every companion in the group, he was the most equipped to searching out among the forest for foes. Not even the cunning Dorcha or any trap they would lay would stop him in all probability. As a wood elf and a ranger, he knew how to traverse the woods as well as the very wolves that stalked the forest. However, his keen elven ears perked when he heard Aeyrn speak, and her eyes bore into his as she implored him not to go, leaving him at a loss at what to do. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Don't ye still need some holes dug?" Geradin interrupted, raising one of his bushy eyebrows. He turned to Nicademus, and Beren couldn't help but smile at the forthright Dwarf. "Aye, he does." Beren said, and considered their course for a moment, allowing the weight of the decision to sink in. He spoke after a moment. "We'll do a perimeter search, not an actual backpedal. I think we should have Argon, myself, Ann-Hasst, Alice, and Nicademus go and search around. The rest stay here and help with setting up the townships defenses. We won't go far or be gone long."

Argon perked up, the Saurdraxus having taken a lounging position among the group in the sun until his name was called, fast and sticking his elongated, serpentine neck up like an alert predator. "Ssssss-s-s-s-s yesss we hunt!" he announced, slowly grabbing at his weapon and shield like a lumbering beast taking measured steps. Beren met Aeryn's eyes after he had announced just who would go about looking, and winked at her.

"We'll only go about three miles, and search round the village. There's dangers all along the southland so it'll be good to know the area anyway. Any questions?"
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Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

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@POOHEAD189?

Can get that really awkward "I know you!" "do you?" interaction done?

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Let's do it!

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

A quick little thing to get us going. Now is the time for character interactions and collabs! Or expositions into further lore.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

By the time Alcander had made it to the Manor, he had been too late. The building was already riddled with bullets, and the only evidence that the assailants had come and gone were the tire tracks in the snow, with great heaps of the stuff in mounds, tossed by the twisting motions of the speeding vehicles. It was only by the grace of Apollo (as he often said) that he managed to find and incapacitate a straggler.

"Du wirst mich nie dazu bringen, zu reden, Schlampe!" the german had said in his native tongue, refusing to talk to Alcander. The surprise on his face was priceless when Alcander replied back in german. "If you do not, I will shoot you." and pressed the gun to the man's temple.

Hours later, Alcander had made it to South Hampton in the first taxi he had been able top procure, having found some peace in the knowledge the Baron Cormack had been unharmed as far as the german's knowledge, as had Bertram and Jack, though why Jack had been there was beyond Alcander. He would have more answers at the ship.

The group had formed up at the deck of the Demetor, a lovely ship if Alcander said so himself. Stepping out of the Taxi, they would see the olive skinned young adventurer with disheveled hair and a ruddiness to him he hadn't had the day previous, and his clothing, a linen shirt and rolled up sleeves along his jacket had clearly had dirt brushed off of it.

He felt even further relief when he saw Baron Cormack and Bertram stood at the front of the ramp that led onto the ocean going vessel. "Oi, we're to cast off in one hour!" a voice called out. Another voice rang back from the aft of the ship. "Aye captain! Another hour lads!"

"Aye! An hour!"

"Must they yell so loud, Bertram?" The Baron said aloud, a smile playing on his lips as Alcander approached.

"Are you alright?" Alcander asked him, worry on his face. The Baron was already waving off his concern, clearly already tired of experiencing it once. He'd rather not relive it again, and it was writ upon his face as clear as day. "It is alright, my young friend. You should worry more upon yourself, for you are the one going into the very heart of Africa, not I." He laughed. "I have many places to live, and many powerful friends. Believe me, I am fine. I believe you'll need to speak with Jack about further details however."

"Indeed sir," Bertram said. "The ship leaves in an hour you know."

"Yes I...yeah." Alcander said back.

"Bertram has a peculiar sense of humor." The Baron Cormach said. "Now off with you lad. I know you and the others will succeed. After all, for what other purpose do we humans have the capacity for faith for, than for journey's such as these?" He held a hand out to Alcander, which the scholar took, and shook.

"Godspeed, my boy."

"Thank you, sir."
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Symphonis: The Art of Deception [Revised]

Will be busy the next few days but soon I'll read up and see if I have the time to join. But the interest is still there!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I shall update on the morrow!