Al Drechar [RP]

[Carl]

~~ Characters & their respective owners ~~


xxJameson's character: Jameson Alexander Matthews / Human Fighter / Co-Founder of the Fang


Carl's character: Uldyr Khet / Vampiric Battlemage / Co-Founder of the Fang


Bettsyboy's character: Jeeza / Sergal Battlemage / Recruit of the Fang


Esme's character: Avetic Oih / (Fallen) Angel Thief / Veteran of the Fang


LuceRepleuit's character: Eriac / Wood Elf Assassin / Veteran of the Fang


Shadowblade's character: Gabriel "Rook" Jefferson / Undead Necromancer / Recruit of the Fang


Riddle78's character: Sandro The Fallen / Undead Necromancer / Recruit of the Fang


Heartsteal22's character: Gnasher / Demon Barbarian / Recruit of the Fang


Mr. Grin's character: Ahmael Cain / Lycanthrope Barbarian / Veteran of the Fang


Zack's character: Ol' Elg / Drow Elf Assassin / Veteran of the Fang


Supsdg's character: Garnej Telkol / Vampire Monk / Recruit of the Fang


~~(Will be updated when more join)~~




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The location of the beginning of the end: Koriana, small town border-city between the countries Balaia & Ghuant, disputed territory between those 2 countries.


The era of the beginning of the end: Jhoal Era, Year of the Harpy.


The unvoluntary martyrs: The Fang.


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" The story told here, will be repeated infinitely and everyone shall hear of the sacrifices the Xeteskian people had to make to ensure the future and survival of the entire dimension. Above all else, the story will be about The Fang, a seemingly good-for-nothing merc band with all sorts of misfits in the group...These outcasts, these rejects from society...They will be the ones to ultimately save Xetesk and every living being in this reality. Remember that, they have paid the ultimate price, and more, for our wellbeing. Us, the ones who cast judgement upon them with ease and without thinking twice...We owe them everything. "


' Spoken by an unknown representative of the Fang, several days after "The End", in the Council of Balance. The CoB is the organization created during " The End " in an attempt to support The Fang in their quest. It consists of the Country Leaders & Militairy Leaders of every Xeteskian country. It will be the basis for global peace. '





Grand-Marshal of Ghuant: " If you are their representative and they are dead? Why are you even here? "


....... : " I owe them my life, as do you, I will repay their gift to me, by spending my life spreading the tales of their sorrowful fate. I was part of the Fang, but not a member of their fighting force, one of the reasons I live to this day. I have documented their travels, encounters, fates...and more. Will you hear me?! "





' Loud mumbling throughout the CoB but none declined the representative's offer to tell the tales of the Fang. '


...... : " It all started in .... "


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(NOTE: We are now "time-skipping" to the 'beginning of the end', so: We're in Koriana, over a year before the representative tells their tale. The Year of the Harpy.


Also, we know nothing about what will happen. We're just minding our own business still.)





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Koriana, the cradle of filth. It was a ruthless city where only the strong and cunning survived and lived their life they wanted to live it. The weak and meek had no place in this town. It was a town torn by the constant turmoil between Balaia & Ghuant, their greed and battling over this cesspoolcity was only because of one reason. Pride. Neither wanted to lose face towards the other countries by letting them be cut short of a town just because another claimed it. That was the Jhoal Era, an era where strength and intelligence dominated all. Connections and good family only brought you so far, if you didn't have the skill to back it up...you were fodder for those that did.


Uldyr was reading through a book he bought from a small child, no doubt that it was stolen, but Uldyr has recognized the mark on the book's hard cover, the mark of the Forbidden Arcana. He had found a nice unoccupied bench, that wasn't even too rotten to sit on, near the barricaded border of the city. He had a good understanding with the town's guardfolk since he had offered them assistance where needed in case of a Ghuantan assault. Granted, even if he hadn't offered the help of the Fang, they would be caught up in the fray anyway...He knew the group good enough by now. The gatekeepers greeted him heartily and opened the gate without complaints or warnings, Uldyr warned them that he'd remain nearby and that if he didn't come back inside by nightfall, to inform the Fang.


Anyway, he sat on the bench and stared at the serene view of the dense forest parted by a dirty road and a semi-cloudy blue sky as a blanket on the leafy green ocean. There he inspected the book further, it was light, too light for a book this thick. He opened it and ran through it with his finger, lookin for an empty container within the book but he found no such thing. The book was filled with complete and written pages, yet it was light as a feather.


' Perhaps it belonged to a scholar who put an enchant on his books to carry them around easier ... ' He thought, although it didn't really feel right to him, he let it be for now.


His long braided black hair was hangin neatly from his head, helped by the weighted beads placed in the end of his braided tail. Mainly done so in order to either use his hair as a surprise-weapon but also to keep it relatively steady behind him in the heat of battle, losing sight of your enemy can prove very fatal afterall.


He traced the Dark mark with his finger before opening the book again and starting to read in it.


" The Lega---- Who's there? " He asked suddenly, hearing footsteps coming nearby. The book was clapped shut in an instant by one hand while the other hand was already on his weapon before he even turned his head to face his "assailant".

 

[xxJameson]

"Woah man, it's just me." Jameson says as he turns the corner and walks towards the bench. His jet Black hair glistens as he walks, while his armor clanks. His red scarf dangles down to his waist, and stays rugged and multi-useful. His longsword stay at his side while the red ribbon around the hilt droops down the sheath. His shortbow at the ready on his back, and he gives Uldyr a friendly, light punch on the shoulder. "Whatcha got there?" His voice is deep, but obviously friendly as he motions at the book in Uldyr's hand.

 

[Riddle78]

Sandro was in the city. A cesspool like this was a haven for crime. Theft. Gangs. Murder. The whole shebang. He walked with Gnasher in toe,fist sized long-necked glass flasks strapped to Sandro's body,plus a sachel which clinked with glass. Gnasher had two much larger sachels,one slung over each shoulder,and more glass-like clinking issued forth from these sachels,as well.


Today,Sandro was looking for bodies and alchemy reagents. He already found some molds and plants. He was looking for some insects,too; Recluse and Widow spiders had potent venoms,and would prove interesting to use in a grenade. "Thank you for accompanying me,demon. I'd never be able to carry a body and defend myself from a hooligan if I were attacked."

 

[Carl]

Realizing that he was being overly "on-guard", since they were near the city afterall and no bandits nor soldiers would be foolish enough to approach on their own. He quickly nodded briefly and raised a hand as a sign of apologizing. Uldyr wasn't the kind to put on easy smiles but he was sure Jameson didn't mind considerin they've been brethren-in-arms for many years now. He was surely used to the usually cold demeanor of Uldyr's personality.


" Don't know for sure yet, all I know it has something to do with Dark Arts and that it's, possibly, enchanted in some way to reduce the weight...Or maybe that's a ruse to keep the attention away from the real enchantment or meaning of this book ... Best 1 nickel-purchase I ever did... See this mark? That's the mark of the Dark arts, it's no secret that if that mark is on an item, it's generally dangerous in one way or another. "


" But anyway, how you been mate? Haven't seen you all day? Been wasting our funds at the brothel again? " This time Uldyr smirked a genuine although shortlived friendly, teasing grin.

 

[Esme]

Dark eyes sat, watching people move to and fro from the shadows inside of an ally mouth. Silent, and wrapped in up in it's own feathers, the grim angel sat. A woman flitting with a hint of fear to her across the street, a shady man selling things from a bag on his shoulder, a kid pick pocketing. Avetic was at peace here.


The sound of feet behind her, and without moving her head, she caught sight of the edge of a torn and tattered pair of pants. It was a homeless man she'd passed on her way to this spot. Clearly, he'd noticed she hadn't left completely. He smelled horrible, too, she noted.


A few more foot shuffles later, a muffled scream lost in the noise of life, and knife cleaning later, Avetic was back out on the streets, looking for a better place to lurk.

 

[xxJameson]

Jameson ponders to his self for a moment about the book. He hears Uldyr talk about him spending his funds at a Brothel. He simply laughs and states, "Nah man, you know the wenches here. Got every infection in the gods forsaken book!" He starts to ponder again, but not about the book. Instead, how far they have come since they first started The Fang. He just then remembers what he came to ask him in the first place. "Oh, by the way, have you seen Sandro and Gnasher anywhere?" He asks in a slightly worried tone, but then he remembers that Sandro is a badass Necromancer and Gnasher is a walking tank.

 

[Heartsteal]

"Do good?" Gnasher asked the lich with a simpleton's smile; he seemed to hardly understand what it was they were doing here, and that was probably the truth of it, little more went on in his brain than a constant reminder to breathe.


The weight of the many glass vials and other alchemical instruments rested easily on the dimwitted demon's shoulders, though they'd probably wind up destroyed should a hooligan truly attack. The smell of a passing meat vendor's wares distracted him a moment, turning away from the path; almost turning right around to take some, but he seemed to remember what he was doing again and snapped back around to follow the necromancer again with an awful racket of glass striking glass.

 

[Riddle78]

Snadro nodded. "Yes,you're doing very good. Just stay with me" After he heard the glass crashing in the sachels,Sandro whipped around,and barked, "Stop! I want to inspect the bags!" He approached Gnasher and began looking through the bags of grenades. The bottles were,thankfully,intact. Of course,if they cracked or broke apart,Gnasher probably would've been reduced to a very messy crater...Along with Sandro. The worst damage was a few chipped flasks. "Alright...Everything seems to be in order." He looked Gnasher in the eyes. "I'm going to have to ask you to be more careful. If those bottles break in there,we both die. And that would be bad. But,no harm done. Don't feel bad." He turned back around and saw a small black spider in a corner. He swept it into a glass tube,and inspected it's underside,revealing a blood red hourglass shape. "Perfect. A female Widow." He waved Gnasher to follow. "Come along now,Gnasher. On our way back,I'll get you a roast."

 

[Heartsteal]

"Oooooh..." Gnasher replied dumbly, fantasizing about his reward already. The bit about death didn't get the time to sink in before he was promised a treat. The glass and poisons meant nothing to the giant, but it meant something to his 'master', and that was more than enough to know. With the demon in tow, crowds split before the pair, leaving a wide berth for them without even knowing their very destructive cargo.


The stops were always near dark places, alleyways, corners, between barrels or crates. Where the mushrooms and spiders flourished, where they could hide away from the eyes looking to destroy them.


As Sandro stopped to catch the spider, a stray ball rolled by, a group of children had been playing on the other side of the narrow city street. Seeing the ball, Gnasher picked it up, and was about to put it in the satchel on his shoulder when a child spoke up.


"Hey that's my ball! Give it back!" he shouted as his friends held him back from running right up to the giant.


"O-kayy..." Gnasher replied, only really cluing in on the last bit, and tossed the ball back over to the kids; unfortunately he didn't know his strength that well as the air filled sphere was propelled through open space, into the child's head, blasting him off his feet. The boy sprawled on the dirt, unconscious and bleeding, even the two that had been holding him back had been knocked over by the throw. The demon though, didn't even watch the events unfold, he thought he'd done something nice, and a big moronic grin spread across his heavy features as he continued to walk.

 

[Shadowblade]

"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,


Betrayed by faith and broken trust


Bone, decay, and death I greet


To these my soul shall now entreat!"


Gabriel, or Rook as he was now called, silently chanted this oath of his as he continued his work of pilfering corpses from a nearby graveyard. His fascination with the human body never ceased to amase him, even in death. Counting the fingers of what appeared to be a ten year old girl's corpse, Rook proceeded to stuff it into the burlap sack along with the others. Once he had finished going around the graveyard, he hoisted the sack upwards and began walking back to his former residence...

 

[bettsyboy]

From an alleyway near Uldyr and Jameso, there was a sudden scream after a loud "crack" then a group of 5 thugs, human teenagers and one adult came running out of the alley, one had a clearly broken arm while 2 of them were carrying a third who was unconcious.


soon after the human thugs got a bit down the street, the Fang's latest member, Jeeza came out of the alleyway in her full armour, her 2bladed sword was straped to her back and her gauntlets and claws had blood on them, she took long strides, towering over everyone else at 9 feet tall, and thats when shes hunched over, if she stands up straight she gets up to 10.3 feet.


"These human cities.. i much prefer the smaller towns, in these big cities humans lose thier honour, their sense of brotherhood like we find in smaller settlements... i cannot wait to leave here, i feel ashamed, a former Sergal colonel fighting off small thugs in this stone jungle"


she looked to Uldyr


"leader, can we please leave this place soon? or can we at least get some candy! i saw a really pretty shop back there that sell these sweets that actually "crackle and pop" in one's mouth.. i bought a small bag of some but those thugs managed to snatch it from me before i sent them running"

 

[Riddle78]

Sandro chuckled as he heard what was occuring behind him. He even heard the impact of the ball,and the impact of the boy on the ground. Sandro stopped,and tutted. He pulled a red concoction from his bandolier of grenades,and turned to face the children. "Please forgive my thrall,here. He is rather...Simple,in mind. Simpler than you. He simply doesn't know his might." He shaken the potion slightly to draw the children's eyes to it. "This will make a small healing cloud when the flask breaks. It should fix you up." He gripped the neck of the flask,and hurled it at the ground near the children,quickly enveloping them in a pinkish cloud. He turned on his heel,and said, "Come along,Gnasher. We'll find the rest,then get you that roast. What animal would you preffer?"

 

[Carl]

Uldyr watched as the thugs ran away from the Junior member of the Fang, Jeeza would become a valuable member of the Fang no doubt, if he lived long enough...Hunting lowly thugs might be a good way of earning quick coins, but doing it solo is an easy way to get ganged up on or ambushed and eliminated.


" We leave when we receive a mission that requires us to leave. Why do something for free when we could get gold for it? " Uldyr said as he looked at Jeeza's imposing animalistic figure.


" 'Nother thing, you told me you were a Colonel in your homeland, while I do not really care if this is true or not. I do wish you to use your head before you use your blade, one man can only defeat so many. If you go on a mission of your own, ask for aide, we are a family...Don't forget that. "


After giving his small 'lecture', eventhough Jeeza could probably beat him in a melee fight and also has more tactical knowledge for warfare..He deemed it necessary, so he gave the lecture nonetheless.


" Why did you hunt those thugs anyway? Shaking them for money or has someone placed a bounty or order for this? " Uldyr spoke softly, some might even say seductively, bordering on a manipulative tone yet without manipulation in mind. His vampiric blood was gaining the upperhand again, he hasn't fed in almost 5 days afterall...


' Sheyte, gotta hunt some wildlife or buy yet another sheep or goat ... Can I really remain like this?... ' Uldyr thought to himself while slowly standing up from the bench.

 

[bettsyboy]

Jeeza let out an intimidating viscious snarling growl at Uldyr, and that was a Sergal snarl used to intimidate other Sergal imagine the fear it would instill in smaller creatures like humans or a vampire.


"use my head you say? using one's head is only useful in a calm situation, this city is not calm, things change in an instant and no-one notices! you may use your brains one second, but things go awry, and then you need strength... and anyway, look, my blade is still firmly strapped to my back, i usied my hands and feet, nothing more"


she stood next to them, she didn't like leaning or sitting down unless it was after a long day's work, otherwise it made her jittery.


when Uldyr made a remark about her hunting the thugs, she snorted loudly in disgust


"pah, no Sergal would waste time hunting pitifully weak ones like that unless they were under orders, getting paid or for food, i didn't hunt them, they followed me and tried to jump me, nothing more!"


after taking a deep breath, she calmed down again "my apologies, leader... this place... i don't like it... i am uneasy here"


she looked at him and saw his face, he looked hungry... or even desperate.


"leader? are you alright? you appear... sickly"

 

[Heartsteal]

Which animal... The question had Gnasher completely puzzled, even such a simple question, but he couldn't think of a reply, so he just kept quiet instead. The towering giant just lumbered behind the necromancer, waiting for his treat, whatever it may be. Remembering something about being careful, Gnasher did his best not to shake the bags around too much, since they were the only things he was carrying.

 

[Carl]

Taking the growling snarl of Jeeza as a direct threat considering the ferocity and agressivity in the loud sound, Uldyr's eyes narrowed and was already channeling his arcane power throughout his body while holding the handle of his Kusarigama with his righthand, much like a cowboy reaching for his pistol. After the Sergalian (spelling?) battlecry, Jeeza's temper seemed to subdue gradually, however...Uldyr did not stop chanelling his Dark magicpool in his body and mind. He heard Jeeza out before acting though, he wanted to make sure if he actually needed to punish Jeeza for his insubordinate and agressive behaviour. When an apology and explanation for the outburst came, Uldyr finally stood at ease and let the magicsource dissapate in order to regenerate itself. Even channeling costs a certain amount of arcane power afterall.


" Jeeza, we all make mistakes and we all have our temper...Keep it in check nonetheless. I'd hate to lose a member of the family. " He glared intently at Jeeza to see how the Sergal Colonel from the "Outlands" would respond. The Fang is not a dictatiorship, but a chain of command is present and must be respected, usually the chain of command means little if there are no unsolveable disputes, but in a case such as this...A show of strength was deemed necessary, if fate would have it play out like that, in order to not lose respect, position and trust. Nobody follows a weak, push-over 'leader' afterall.

 

[Riddle78]

Sandro noticed Gnasher was silent. He assumed that Gnasher couldn't decide. "How about a pork roast?" He approached the city gates,and waved to the guards,handing them a pair of flasks filled with orange liquid on his way past. He guessed correctly,and saw Uldyr at his usual place of solitude. But this time he was joined by Jameson,and the beast-woman,Jeeza. "Young sirs. Jeeza." He felt magic quickly weakening around Uldyr. He quirked an eyebrow for a moment,and dismissed the anomaly. The cause of the buildup was taken care of.


"I was wondering where you were." He turned to Gnasher. "You can set those down,Gnasher. Gently,please."

 

[bettsyboy]

Jeeza nodded "yes... leader" she crossed her arms across her chest and bowed, a Sergal show of respect.


Jeeza was prideful, impatient and agressive, but she wasn't an idiot, she knew with the leader's magic he could easily ser her fur ablaze and her small ammount of magic wouldnt be able to stop his magic onslaught.


even though she apologized, she was still on edge, looking around, hopping from one foot to another subtley, she reacted to every little sound, looking behind her.


she squatted down, letting her ears fold backwards, trying to shut out all the noise of this city, she was used more to smaller towns and Sergal forts and towns, both of which were nothing near as big, cramped and showy as these human cities, Sergal architecture was in itself beautiful, but these humans had perverted their own truly beautiful architecture with over-extravagance... like smothering a sweet cake in cream untill the cake breaks appart inside the small lake of cream surrounding and covering it, this way another reason she liked small towns... no need for over extravagance and all this noise.

 

[Heartsteal]

"Hah..." Gnasher tried, waving a little to the other members of the fang, and when Sandro let him set the bags down, he did, gently, just as ordered. The hulking demon would look quite intimidating to anyone that didn't know him, and even most of the ones that did, standing at almost eight feet tall hunched right down low enough to drag his massive knuckles in the dirt.


"Yoo!" he practically bellowed, sweeping their leader up in a great hug. Gnasher hadn't the slightest clue what others thought of him, but the members of the fang were all close to him, especially Uldyr and Sandro, being the leader, and his summoner.


The simple grin on Gnasher's face probably the only way to tell he wasn't furious with just the sheer volume of the cry.

 

[Carl]

" Jeeza, you're a great battlemage and brilliant tactician, no doubt. Just don't be too prideful to ask for help from the family when needed, I'd hate to have something happen to you out of recklessness or overconfidence. Pride's the downfall of many afterall. "


Uldyr then walked towards Jeeza and placed a hand on her armored shoulder, as he leaned in, he whispered:


" You'll make it far Jeeza, I'm certain of it! And if anyone teases you for this discussion right now, feel free to show them the strength of the Sergal, Junior or Veteran alike. "


After making sure there wouldn't be any underlying bad blood between Jeeza and him, he turned to Sandro and Gnasher, still carrying the book in his lefthand.


" How's it going Gnasher? Glad to see you, you disappeared with Sandro this morning. Good to have you back ey... " Uldyr said as he was swept of his feet by the immensely strong but kindhearted demon, Uldyr patted the demon on his rockhard shoulders as a sign of greeting and also a sign to let him down. Uldyr was usually overly friendly with the demon, h was a good soul and Uldyr knew what it was like to be an outcast, he didn't want the demon to feel like one, especially when around the Fang, he was definitely a part of the family. After being let go, Uldyr turned to Sandro with a genuine smile because of the hearty greeting of Gnasher.


" I was hoping to see you, Sandro. Can you tell me anything about this book? Besides the obvious enchantment to decrease weight, whether it's a diversion or not I'm nor sure of yet. And I'm sure you'll recognize the mark on the inside of the bookcover. I glanced through it and it speaks of some sort of fairytale about a people in another dimension. Winged predators yet defeated by some mage, forgot his name... The people of the other dimension were called " Ghilards "... rings a bell? "

 

[Heartsteal]

The others began a conversation, so Gnasher plopped down in the dirt with a thump, trying to draw with the tip of his finger instead of trying to keep up.


The image would have been comical, a giant, easily able to crush the people around him to a fine squishy pulp, sitting in the dirt doodling with a big, silly grin on his face while they all talked business.

 

[Riddle78]

Sandro plucked the book from Uldyr's hands,and examined the crest. "It's the emblem of the dark mage Sidonis. He was my apprentice,for a time. Then he attempted to kill me. Shame. He had great potential. Then he got greedy." He began to flip through the pages. "Yes...Ghilards...I've read of them. Incredible magic power. I've never had the fortune of actually encountering one,however." He flipped through more pages,and discovered the mage's name. "Danath the Icelord,was the mage's name." He weighed the book in his hand.


"Definately enchanted. Featherweight,I think." He closed his eyes,and focused on the book,however,he couldn't discern the other magicks surrounding the tome. He sighed,and handed the book back yo Uldyr. "I'm afraid I can't identify the other enchantments. I may be older than them,but I never studied enchantments."

 

[Carl]

" I find it odd that an apprentice of an arcane master, turns to writing fairytale books. Not to mention the winged predators exist, most likely. I'll take your word for it anyway, I think I'm going to keep this book and see if I can find out more about these leading characters: Sidonis, Danath the Icelord ... and the Ghilard. There must be something hidden from us, for now. "


Uldyr turned to Jameson who had kept quiet throughout the conversations, probably observing the familymembers, Uldyr knew Jameson was a kind man but that he could very quickly lose his composure if a member of the Fang is in trouble, the dispute between Jeeza and Uldyr must've annoyed him a bit. Uldyr walked over to Jameson and seated himself next to him, back on the bench.


" Don't worry about it mate, everything's fine, The Fang does not accept those who aren't capable of becoming a familymember, you know that...Arguements happen in the closest of families all the time, consider it sibling rivalry or a rebellious son/daughter. Lets go back to the inn and reunite with the others? We need an order soon because our funds have been decreasing over time and we've been out of work for about 8 days now. "


Uldyr awaited an answer after grabbing Jameson by the back of the neck and shaking him lightly, a sign of friendship between comrades...brothers.

 

[Riddle78]

Sandro nodded. "Yes,let's." He tapped Gnasher's shoulder. "Time to get that roast,Gnasher. Be sure to carefully get the bags." Sandro picked a bottle from his sachel,and handed it to Uldyr. The contents were thick and red. Blood. "A,uh...Donation. I'm sure the donor wouldn't be missing it." He approached the gate with Uldyr and the others. "What's the word on your local contacts,Uldyr?"

 

[Carl]

Uldyr gratefully accepted the vial of blood that Sandro offered him, it spared him a great deal of effort and time since he'd otherwise would have to hunt for some wildlife. Worst case scenario he would've had to waste money on some diseased farmcreature in order to feed. Considering the promise he made to Jameson about only draining willing beings, enemies and animals. He hasn't sinned against that promise yet, but sometimes it's a battle of willpower not to feed on a weakling, basicly a humanistic animal purely raised to be slaughtered for the benefit of others... But his oath with his best friend remained his rock, and kept him on the 'right' path.


As everyone walked towards the horse-caching spikes in front of the bordercity's walls, they were nearly all chitchatting about one thing or the other. Sandro, a being wiser and more experienced than Uldyr, asked the right question. Uldyr was in the middle of going through the names of his local contacts, in his mind, when Sandro asked if there was any word from them.


" I keep hearing that there's an order placed on the missionboard about escorting an individual to the nearest settlement...Yet everytime I go check it out, there's no order or mission-offer to be found. The risk is of removing the pamflet from that board without the city's consent...is high, especially with guards constantly stationed near it...So I'm not sure what to think of it. But the other mercenaries who are currently here, haven't moved or disappeared...So I'm assuming nobody has received the actual mission yet. If there is one anyway. I'll go visit Alistair & Friedlich soon, to see if they know anything more concrete about what's going on. "


" You guys rally with the others at the Rugged Gentleman Inn, I'll be there aswell in a short while. "


With that said, Uldyr broke away from the others and went on the way towards Friedlich's shack. Friedlich was one of those humans who was better of dead. He was the proud owner of a disease that caused his skin to turn an unhealthy gray'ish color while constantly blistering and growing boils and warts. The only method for him to survive now, was to do the jobs that nobody else wanted to do. Such as being a snitch for the city's officials aswell as selling information, deemed valuable, to those whose lives depended on being prepared and informed. Friedlich's shack was far away from the center of the city, still within the city walls though, just nowhere near anyone... considering his unknown illness.


Alistair did the same as Friedlich really, but as a side-job. He was an official councelor of the city's mayor and as such he heard many things the common folk do not. His price is higher than Friedlich's, but the information is usually much more valuable and trustworthy aswell. Nonetheless, Uldyr went to visit Friedlich first, he might catch a break and get the information he needed for an apple and an egg.