Keidivh
Warrior with the Silver Eyes
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Location: Medreen
With: His likely murderers
Mention:
Archie
Whisker
BasiliskVeranda
King Sundew
KingHalliwell
The Gunrunner
mothspit
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Just as he finished speaking on their need to act, yet a further distraction was added as a diminutive excuse of a man who had decided that it was a good idea to expel his breakfast on the boots of one of the most dangerous looking people in the region. Even Alrick had to crack a grin at that, watching Gwyn restrain herself from eviscerating the man on the spot. Despite the amusement of it all, Alrick did tense when he saw her instinctively reach for one of her blades in response to this unfortunate happening. If that was her first response to such a minor nuisance, he didn't relish idea of what she would do to more severe slights. While he chuckled now, he wouldn't be letting any of his new 'companions' brutalize commoners at their whim. Even if they were as pathetic a specimen as the one now before him. "You certainly have an interesting way of introducing yourself sir, I think I'll be making your acquaintance from a distance if you don't mind."
Pathetic almost didn't even encapsulate what he saw before him, the man looking as if he had just escaped a horrific battlefield. The longer he looked over him, a surge of unease began to swell within his chest, as memories began to flow through him. Memories of other villagers with similar looks of terror looking upon him. Instinctively the ex-knight looked away, producing a flask from beneath his hunter green cloak from which he took a long swig from. Getting inebriated before a fight wasn't necessarily a wise decision, but a necessary one if he didn't wish to be overcome with the past. Still, he did his best to listen even as he looked elsewhere. It seemed the lord of this place had even taken to sending peasants to do his work, when it was his duty to guard them. Even now the best he could do was hire various vagabonds to try instead. A monster of another kind. If only someone was paying for his head as well.
For now this provided useful information and yet a further task, more lives to save. As if they weren't already dead, but Alrick didn't have heart to tell the man. At the very least he could return them from a proper burial, pay or no. Before the man even finished speaking however the the blonde shit talker was at it again, having procured a few torches for the journey ahead. Before he could start up again a paper seemingly procured from nowhere gracefully smacked into his face. Rather than take a look at this strange parchment, Fletcher quickly took to avoiding any further delays. Even if said delay could provide crucial information to their mission. While he could respect initiative, Alrick had the feeling this was more about taking the route that required the least bit of effort. Gwyn at least had the sense to look over this message from the heavens. Reading her expression, he could tell it was nothing good. Moving to look over her shoulder, Alricks own eyes widened at what he had read. "Large bird my ass." Was all he had to say. Certainly he was expecting something more than a rather angry rooster, but a harpy? Had the Black Waters truly taken such a hold here?
Unfortunately this revelation didn't do anything to divert some of the group from their more direct, thoughtless approach. The headsman joined Fletcher in his call to action, eager to be a part of this vanguard. His further joking about selling these lost men into slavery made Alrick grimace, spitting at the ground near the mans feet. To jest about something so abhorrent made him sick, his fingers tensing around the haft of his hammer. Easy now, its just a joke. A piss poor joke.
Unfortunately even Gwyn was swept up by Fletcher, goaded surprisingly easy by his teasing insult. Was that really all it took? At the very least Kaykavus had something resembling a plan. Barely, but it was better than nothing.
For a moment he considered letting them all just wander off to be killed. The world wouldn't miss a few more sadistic, selfish pricks taken from the world. But the warrior woman Ehina caused him to rethink his actions. If those fools did succeed, there was no chance they'd be sharing the wealth. And in truth, he was concerned as to what other trouble they would cause along the way. Letting out an audible sigh, he turned to what seemed to be the more reasonable of the group.
"You bring up a fair point m'lady. I sincerely wish you hadn't though as I now feel the need to accompany them. If by some twisted luck they do succeed I need to make sure they don't hoard the profits for themselves. Not to mention what they may do to the peasants in need of rescue. I have a feeling they won't return if a more profitable alternative arises. Find out as much as you all can and be quick. I'll do what I can to keep them in line. May the Waters be far from your steps." Giving a nod to them, he turned to catch up with Fletchers group.
And then the reason for why he joined this group in the first place arose. Far more quickly than he even could have anticipated. At the very least he thought they would have waited an hour before the backstabbing began. You have to much faith in people, you should have learned by now. Baldur wasn't one for half measures either, as he had already planned on how to ensure the other group wouldn't be able to get a hand on the corpse, completely cutting them off from any type of reward. But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh no, as the bastard spoke of how to sell the people they were to rescue into slavery. It came off his tongue as if it was the most natural course of action.
One of the more noble looking folk, Shia he believed, was at least not taken by this plan. He did his best to explain why this wasn't work. It was a logical counterpoint, but Alrick was not satisfied with it. Not in the slightest. His blood was boiling, something deep within calling for blood to be spilled here and now for this planned sin. It was a rather more visceral reaction than he had expected, pushing it down as best he could. After all, they couldn't complete this job if they started killing each other.
"Shia has the right of it, but allow me to make things clear Baldur. I won't make a moral argument, as clearly you have none. Quite simply if you try to betray our companions or sell of these peasants, I will break you and leave you as bait for the harpy." There was no real vitriol in his voice, nor did Alrick even bother to look at the mountain of a man. It was all matter of fact, just as his own sick comments had been. It was more than likely that Shia and himself would be outnumbered on this decision, and if that was the case they would likely both die. But death was preferable to watching this travesty take place. "So just take the money and walk away headsman, or I'll be slaying two monsters this day."
While Alrick continued to walk on calmly, there was a tension to him now. He was as ready as he could be should the giant decide to press the issue. If he could win the fight, Alrick wasn't sure. Perhaps he was a knight once, but those skills had left him years ago, and strength was clearly in the other party's favor. But justice had to be done, as pointless as the effort seemed to be.
"Does anyone else have any cute ideas? I'd like to get a tally of how many skulls I need to crack before the end of the day." There was a bit more levity in the way he asked this, but it was a sincere question. Alrick needed to figure out just how outnumbered he was. A gloom settled on him as he prepared for whatever was to come. How was anyone to survive the Black Waters when even greater evil already lay within the hearts of men?
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“And yet, unworthy as I am, I must endure. I must fight until the dawn breaks this unending night, lest it swallow me whole.”
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Alrick Gottzmann
"What hope is there for man, when their greatest champions are no better than the monsters they hunt?"
"What hope is there for man, when their greatest champions are no better than the monsters they hunt?"
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Location: Medreen
With: His likely murderers
Mention:
Archie
Whisker
BasiliskVeranda
King Sundew
KingHalliwell
The Gunrunner
mothspit
■ ■ ■
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Just as he finished speaking on their need to act, yet a further distraction was added as a diminutive excuse of a man who had decided that it was a good idea to expel his breakfast on the boots of one of the most dangerous looking people in the region. Even Alrick had to crack a grin at that, watching Gwyn restrain herself from eviscerating the man on the spot. Despite the amusement of it all, Alrick did tense when he saw her instinctively reach for one of her blades in response to this unfortunate happening. If that was her first response to such a minor nuisance, he didn't relish idea of what she would do to more severe slights. While he chuckled now, he wouldn't be letting any of his new 'companions' brutalize commoners at their whim. Even if they were as pathetic a specimen as the one now before him. "You certainly have an interesting way of introducing yourself sir, I think I'll be making your acquaintance from a distance if you don't mind."
Pathetic almost didn't even encapsulate what he saw before him, the man looking as if he had just escaped a horrific battlefield. The longer he looked over him, a surge of unease began to swell within his chest, as memories began to flow through him. Memories of other villagers with similar looks of terror looking upon him. Instinctively the ex-knight looked away, producing a flask from beneath his hunter green cloak from which he took a long swig from. Getting inebriated before a fight wasn't necessarily a wise decision, but a necessary one if he didn't wish to be overcome with the past. Still, he did his best to listen even as he looked elsewhere. It seemed the lord of this place had even taken to sending peasants to do his work, when it was his duty to guard them. Even now the best he could do was hire various vagabonds to try instead. A monster of another kind. If only someone was paying for his head as well.
For now this provided useful information and yet a further task, more lives to save. As if they weren't already dead, but Alrick didn't have heart to tell the man. At the very least he could return them from a proper burial, pay or no. Before the man even finished speaking however the the blonde shit talker was at it again, having procured a few torches for the journey ahead. Before he could start up again a paper seemingly procured from nowhere gracefully smacked into his face. Rather than take a look at this strange parchment, Fletcher quickly took to avoiding any further delays. Even if said delay could provide crucial information to their mission. While he could respect initiative, Alrick had the feeling this was more about taking the route that required the least bit of effort. Gwyn at least had the sense to look over this message from the heavens. Reading her expression, he could tell it was nothing good. Moving to look over her shoulder, Alricks own eyes widened at what he had read. "Large bird my ass." Was all he had to say. Certainly he was expecting something more than a rather angry rooster, but a harpy? Had the Black Waters truly taken such a hold here?
Unfortunately this revelation didn't do anything to divert some of the group from their more direct, thoughtless approach. The headsman joined Fletcher in his call to action, eager to be a part of this vanguard. His further joking about selling these lost men into slavery made Alrick grimace, spitting at the ground near the mans feet. To jest about something so abhorrent made him sick, his fingers tensing around the haft of his hammer. Easy now, its just a joke. A piss poor joke.
Unfortunately even Gwyn was swept up by Fletcher, goaded surprisingly easy by his teasing insult. Was that really all it took? At the very least Kaykavus had something resembling a plan. Barely, but it was better than nothing.
For a moment he considered letting them all just wander off to be killed. The world wouldn't miss a few more sadistic, selfish pricks taken from the world. But the warrior woman Ehina caused him to rethink his actions. If those fools did succeed, there was no chance they'd be sharing the wealth. And in truth, he was concerned as to what other trouble they would cause along the way. Letting out an audible sigh, he turned to what seemed to be the more reasonable of the group.
"You bring up a fair point m'lady. I sincerely wish you hadn't though as I now feel the need to accompany them. If by some twisted luck they do succeed I need to make sure they don't hoard the profits for themselves. Not to mention what they may do to the peasants in need of rescue. I have a feeling they won't return if a more profitable alternative arises. Find out as much as you all can and be quick. I'll do what I can to keep them in line. May the Waters be far from your steps." Giving a nod to them, he turned to catch up with Fletchers group.
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It didn't take long for Alrick to catch up thankfully, slowing down to a brisk walking pace as he rejoined them. Fletch didn't seem to waste anytime however as he continued to prod at Gwyn, quite happy with the fact that his words had garnered such a reaction. "I'd be careful boy, you might be biting off more trouble than you can chew with her." Truly Alrick couldn't have picked a more volatile group, as the young Blondie incessantly poked at anyone he could to be amused. And with Gwyn's reaction to the poor sod who had thrown up on her feet, this likely wouldn't end well.And then the reason for why he joined this group in the first place arose. Far more quickly than he even could have anticipated. At the very least he thought they would have waited an hour before the backstabbing began. You have to much faith in people, you should have learned by now. Baldur wasn't one for half measures either, as he had already planned on how to ensure the other group wouldn't be able to get a hand on the corpse, completely cutting them off from any type of reward. But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh no, as the bastard spoke of how to sell the people they were to rescue into slavery. It came off his tongue as if it was the most natural course of action.
One of the more noble looking folk, Shia he believed, was at least not taken by this plan. He did his best to explain why this wasn't work. It was a logical counterpoint, but Alrick was not satisfied with it. Not in the slightest. His blood was boiling, something deep within calling for blood to be spilled here and now for this planned sin. It was a rather more visceral reaction than he had expected, pushing it down as best he could. After all, they couldn't complete this job if they started killing each other.
"Shia has the right of it, but allow me to make things clear Baldur. I won't make a moral argument, as clearly you have none. Quite simply if you try to betray our companions or sell of these peasants, I will break you and leave you as bait for the harpy." There was no real vitriol in his voice, nor did Alrick even bother to look at the mountain of a man. It was all matter of fact, just as his own sick comments had been. It was more than likely that Shia and himself would be outnumbered on this decision, and if that was the case they would likely both die. But death was preferable to watching this travesty take place. "So just take the money and walk away headsman, or I'll be slaying two monsters this day."
While Alrick continued to walk on calmly, there was a tension to him now. He was as ready as he could be should the giant decide to press the issue. If he could win the fight, Alrick wasn't sure. Perhaps he was a knight once, but those skills had left him years ago, and strength was clearly in the other party's favor. But justice had to be done, as pointless as the effort seemed to be.
"Does anyone else have any cute ideas? I'd like to get a tally of how many skulls I need to crack before the end of the day." There was a bit more levity in the way he asked this, but it was a sincere question. Alrick needed to figure out just how outnumbered he was. A gloom settled on him as he prepared for whatever was to come. How was anyone to survive the Black Waters when even greater evil already lay within the hearts of men?
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“And yet, unworthy as I am, I must endure. I must fight until the dawn breaks this unending night, lest it swallow me whole.”
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