Post by Horsie on Jan 2, 2015 20:43:26 GMT
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Chapter One: Uncut
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Rhoadira is a largely an unspoilt wilderness, a place where someone can start again, reinventing themselves for better or worse. The untapped natural wealth of the outback is there for the taking and tales of hidden riches draw people from across Harkovast in search of their fortunes. Port Yorgerson stands as a gateway to a new world, offering both adventure and danger.
On this night, figures move through the narrow streets of The Lows, the most dangerous and deprived section of the city. This is a perilous den of criminals and cut throats, controlled by ruthless crime lords who jostle for power.
These cloaked individuals make their way to a building where a lantern with a green burning flame hangs outside, casting an strange glow over the surrounding buildings. A lone Al-Saigal, his face partially covered with bandages and his hand on his scimitar, ushers them inside. Within the building is a large, sparse room, with a wooden floor and plastered walls. Heavy wooden beams run across the ceiling, with shadows from torches around the room dancing amongst them. At one end of the room is a large table, behind which sits a Nymus, the corners of his mouth turned up in an amused smirk. To his right stands a large figure, head and shoulders taller than anyone else in the room. This massive individual stands with his arms folded, his hood pulled forward so his face is obscured, only his huge white furred hands are visible. Eight individuals have arrived for this meeting, and as the last of them enters, the Al-Saigal extinguishes the green lantern and comes inside, closing the door.
The arrivals consist of a variety of mercenaries and warriors of different races, numbering ten in total. Six out of the ten are Junlocks. Though these mercenaries have not met before all have had similar experiences since arriving in Rhoadira: struggling to get by doing odd jobs such as dock labour, washing dishes or other menial work.
Everyone was summoned to this meeting with instructions that warriors were required for a task, with a promise of very good pay. The Nymus behind the table speaks, in a voice that always seems too close to slipping into sarcasm.
"Good, everyone attended, a good start. I won't waste anyone's time, because I'm sure we're all busy people. You've been called here because I have a task that needs accomplishing, a task for which I'm willing to offer substantial financial compensation. A hundred Doubloons EACH, with twenty five up front, another 75 when the task is done.
"A lot of you might not be very well known in Rhoadira yet, but I keep an ear to the ground and there are people amongst you with some formidable reputations..." he looks at an older, scared Junlock holding two axes and chuckles to himself "some good... some not so good. Reputations you can't keep secret for long, not even here. I need people with those kind of reputations, people who can get a job done, people who aren't afraid to get their swords dirty. There's a Darsai who's going to be leaving town very shortly, in the next few days. We know the times and we know his route. He's travelling out on a short trip into the Outback. He should be going with one wagon, a couple of helpers, possibly some bodyguards if he's had the sense to hire anyone while he was here. I don't want him to get where he's going. I want him, his wagon and anyone along with him to disappear en route. You can take what ever you want from him and from the wagon, consider that a bonus. The important thing is that his expedition never gets where its going and never comes back. As far as anyone will know, it will just be another journey into the Outback that no one came back from. Happens all the time. Rhoadira is a dangerous place.
"Do this well and there could be a lot more work coming up for you. So...is everyone in?"
Meckenzie, a female Junlock druid, with mostly white fur with some black fur on the top of her snout going up and ending between her eyes, armed with a spear and crescent shield, speaks up. "A thousand doubloons is a lot of money to spend to stop a single Darsai. I can only assume you don't expect all of us to come back to claim our pay." She also scans the room looking at the others attending, notably the non-junlocks.
Garix, the scared Junlock, tenses slightly after the Nymus chuckles after looking at him, though he does his best to hide any obvious reactions. "Just what exactly is this Darsai carrying? While I don't mind the amount we are getting I am not the kind of fool to jump in without any knowledge on my target."
"The Darsai is a merchant named Porgro," The Nymus explains, though he seems a little put out by the questions, "and as far as we know the wagon should have supplies, food, things you'd expect for a journey into the outback. Whatever, you can have it. Just don't get smart and try to keep the wagon, that would be a dead give away if someone recognised it. But you can empty their pockets for whatever they've got. He's a merchant, I imagine he carries some cash."
He looks over at Meckenzie. "A thousand is a lot of money to YOU. Perhaps if you do a few more jobs you won't think it is quite such a big purse? Heheheh..." he chuckles at his own wittiness, but seeing no one else smile, his expression lowers and he continues. "It might be dangerous, killing people usually is, and Porgro might have hired some body guards... but you'll have them ambushed and outnumbered. Assuming you aren't a bunch of screw ups, you should be able to take care of it without getting yourselves cut too badly. But of course, you don't come back, you can't collect your pay. Consider that an incentive to stay alive."
Of the other people in attendance, there are three other Junlocks, all tough looking warriors armed with falxs.
One warrior is noticeably larger and stronger looking then the other two, with black fur flecked with white. Also in attendance there are two Elsum warriors, with steel conquistador style helmets, breast plates, and shirts with brightly coloured, puffed out sleeves, a Nymus woman with several javelins on her back under her wings, and a Zadakine man dressed in leather armour, swaying his long body as he surveys the room, tapping the fingers of one hand on the pommel of his sword. These are all in addition to the bandaged Al-Saigal, big cloaked man, and the Nymus doing the talking.
Garix leers over to the cloaked man in the room, wondering just who or what is hidden under it. Paying no further heed to it he continues with a few questions, "I would like to hear more about this Darsai. How successful of a merchant is he? He must be worth something if you plan on wasting so much on his head."
"She's damn right!" A strong loud voice booms, referring to the Junlock druid, as another Junlock named Shanis, of large darkish grey fur with a white spot around her right eye, and armed seemingly only with a falx speaks her mind. She shakes her head sceptically. "I can see by the lot you've called up here." She scans the gathered mercenaries as she speaks. "You could have any band of scrawny thugs waylay a bloody merchant. There's more of them here then fleas in the local inns' bedding. You don't hire people like us for such a prize, unless you expect he has a deman chained to that wagon. So how 'bout you tell us what you expect?"
The Nymus sighs. "Look, this job is straight forward. Porgro isn't worth much but... well... let's say he's come to our attention. We want him removed, simple as that. In terms of guards, I doubt he can afford much, but he might be able to bring in a couple of thugs. I'm hiring all of you because I don't want to leave this to chance. My boss doesn't look kindly on people who disappoint her, and she wants to make sure this Darsai is wiped out. I can promise you we'll be sending a lot more warriors than Porgro can afford."
"Yeah... And where's this Porgro headed?” Shanis continues. “Where don't you want him to go so badly? Who is expecting him, and who will be sorely disgruntled when he doesn't make it?"
"That isn't your concern." Says the Nymus, clearly becoming annoyed at the continued questioning. "Its a simple job, make sure the Darsai disappears and get paid. I didn't bring you here to have a debate."
The large, dark-furred Junlock says in a powerful voice- "I'd kill Darsai for free, but getting paid is always a nice bonus." He looks over at the mercenaries that are raising questions. "What's your problem? Lost your nerve? If you don't have the guts for a fight then I'll happily take your share of pay!"
Shanis laughs out loud. "No, I don't doubt you have guts to kill Darsai... merchants, as it were. You might just be a tad too eager to trust any foreign beak if he shows you a Darsai tail to chase..." She turns to the Nymus employer. "But still, it's a Darsai and gold, and I have a need for both. Under a different moon, maybe not, but today, I accept the offer. You'll have your dead merchant.”
"Excellent" says the Nymus, "I knew we could do business. If the rest of you are haven't got any other objections, I'll give you the details of where and when."
Garix chuckles at the large Junlock's comment. "It's not as though we have lost our nerve. But I would just like to know a bit more about why and who we are killing. I may be a mercenary but I don't want to just rush into my death with no thought for survival." He looks toward the Nymus, "You wouldn't be thinking of playing us in the end are you? You do know that all these people here are mercenaries for most likely one of two reasons." He holds up one finger. "Either for money" holds up another "Or to kill." He leans on the table a bit, "Make no mistake I will take your offer. But you are dealing with killers and if you plan on walking away without having a single one of us paid. Then I pray you look over your shoulder every night." He looks back to the large Junlock, "If you are in a hurry to die then I suggest you charge into an army of Nameless. At least then you can fight before you die."
"Betray you?" Says the Nymus, somewhat amused. "On the contrary, we are always looking for effective warriors who can get a job done. There will be more work to follow soon if this task is completed efficiently."
"Yeah, that makes sense" Shanis says quietly out of the corner of her mouth to the Garix. "Ask him nicely and up front if he's going to double cross us... I'm sure he'd just politely confess, if he was going to."
Garix grins at Shanis, "Oh, I have no doubt that he wouldn't. I just wanted him to know he will regret it if he does so. I pull through on my promises. And my threats." he whispers back.
"Yeah, I can see him trembling with fear right now..." Shanis replies with a near whisper, then shakes her head again. Things are not off to a good start. "We'll talk about it at later time and in another place."
The large Junlock snorts "My name is Borvo the Mighty, and we will see if you can back up your tough talk on the battlefield."
The rest of the mercenaries are content to proceed, nodding in agreement with the Nymus.
They await Meckenzie's opinion.
The druid nods. "I'm in as well." She then goes over to Shanis and Garix. "I suspect this is more dangerous then he says. Classic strategy. Hire many mercenaries for a dangerous job with a likelihood of death. The job gets done, and you only have to pay the survivors. I'd also watch out for the large black warrior, He looks the sort to act recklessly. I'm Meckenzie, you?"
Shanis responds quickly. “Mecke..." One of that big tribes' froofroo names. "Look, Mek will do, right?" She smiles apologetically. "I'm Shanis. This smells, I think it's obvious for anyone here, well except for Borvo, Jatis bless his stupid head. Don't get me wrong, if someone has to die, I'd rather it not be Junlocks." Her voice grows harsher and more irritated. "But that's vain talk. We won't learn anything useful from this beak. We'll need to come up with something once we get there. You're a druid, I see, so feel free to be smart whenever you like. And those two weird guys in metal armour go first in line."
Garix looks to Mackenzie. "My name is Garix. Personally I think you should get out of that warrior's way if he is heading my direction. I don't think he likes me very much." he finishes with a grin.
Meckenzie glances at Borvo. "I think you may be right, though I don't think he thinks highly of any of us since we asked questions." Meckenzie thinks for a moment, "I agree, the Elsum should take the lead in any attack. I have a few ideas on how to use our motley group. Borvo would probably need to be in the lead as well, because I don't think we could stop him from doing so." She crosses her arms, and her ears fold back "I've met plenty of warriors like him. All about the 'glory', and 'honor' of battle. They may get their 'glory', but they fail to realize that there is not much 'honor' to be found in battle. Really, all they want is to kill, to vent their pointless rage." Smirks, and gives a short chuckle
"Funny thing is, I've likely killed more Darsai then he ever will." The smirk disappears, and a pained expression flashes across her face momentarily.
Garix notices the flash on Mek's face. "I know how it is.” He says. “Killing isn't something that one can really boast about unless it's the only thing they know of. I gave up honor a long time ago. As with many other traditions." He stares with her at Borvo, "I have seen many like him as well. And all I can say is that I hate looking in a mirror right now."
Shanis grins. "You as well, Mek? Say what you want, I'm starting to like this group. And how about you, Garix? Killed many Darsai? An experienced warrior like you is bound to have!" Shanis said "experienced", but it's pretty plain she meant "old".
Meckenzie shrugs. “Well looks like the three of us should get along fine. Now, how will we get along with..." motions towards the other mercenaries "...the rest?"
Shanis has some ideas about the others. "How do we get along with them? Borvo we can humiliate, so he won't be getting uppity. I know the type. The strangers, well, we'll ask them, I suppose. We'll have to, if we want some bloody flying support." She motions towards the Nymus mercenary.
Mek nods. "I'm going to go get to know our fellow mercenaries." And she strolls over to the other group of Junlocks. "Greetings, I am Meckenzie. So what do you think of this soon to ensue endeavour?"
Meckenzie gets the impression that Borvo is in charge of the other two junlocks, and he steps forward to speak. "Be clear on this, I have no time for stuck up druids telling everyone what to do." he sneers at her "So keep your opinion of what the gods think to yourself and we won't have any trouble."
After a short pause. Mek responds. "I don't believe we have any more to say." And turns to walk away, muttering under her breath "Because I think you have used up your entire vocabulary already."
Garix decides to stay in his seat and watch from a far. Considering what may be known of him it may not be wise for him to try and talk with other Junlocks, especially ones like Borvo.
Shanis thinks to herself: Garix doesn't seem to feel like talking, a pity really. And my two reasonable kin turned out to be quite... reluctant, to put it mildly. Again a pity, but surely, some of those gathered here must have more brains then this Borvo and not be complete cowards at the same time. Since Mek went to placate the other Junlocks, it falls to me to find out who our more exotic allies are... and satisfy my curiosity. Shanis continues her train of thought. First things first. Junlocks have no wings, so maybe someone with them could offer some interesting tactical insight? She approaches the Nymus mercenary leisurely. "Hello there. It looks like we'll be working together. The mission sure seems easy enough, eh?"
The Nymus woman regards Shanis suspiciously. "Yeah, easy... sure. But this isn't exactly an elite unit is it? Bunch of... well lets just say I'm not expecting military precision from anyone. Especially not the dirty Zado. Why would a Nymus hire one of them anyway?"
Shanis grins, turning her head to the Zadakine. "He's an odd one out, isn't he? Doesn't look like much of a warrior, Zados never are. But surely he can do some useful parlour tricks, otherwise he wouldn't be here. Speaking of tricks, how about you? I've never seen a Nymus in combat yet. With those, you know..." she makes a fluttering gesture with her arms. "Could you perhaps take everyone out from air?"
She looks interested in what Shanis is saying. "I do have kind of an edge on you scrabbers. If you want me to swoop in and hit them with javelins from above, no problem."
Meckenzie removes herself from Borvo's Junlocks with the hope of finding someone with a little more brainpower amongst the crew, so she walks over to the Elsum. "Greetings, I am Meckenzie. I'm trying to get to know my fellow mercenaries, though some..." glance at Borvo "don't make that easy, or pleasant."
The Eslum speak in very thick accents, that Meckenzie has to strain a little to understand. "No problem, we were just talking about what loot we might be able to swipe. Do you think the merchant will have much cash with him?" The first one says.
"Or any women?" His friend chimes in.
Meckenzie is silent for a few moments due to the 'women' line, and the implications. "He's apparently on his way to search for treasure, or for minerals, or something. He may have some cash, but not as much as if he was headed to make a deal. Of course maybe he is off to make a deal. We will find out. Other then that, no way to know."
She switches topics. "I'm currently thinking up a plan. Seeing as you two are rather well armored, I think it best to have you near the front. So I guess you'll be one of the first to know what he has." She smiles at them and walks to the Zadakine.
The Eslum don't look too pleased at the idea of being on the front line and mutter something like "we've got crossbows" and "just because we've got better equipment they single us out..."
Meckenzie approaches the Zadakine. "So what brings a Zadakine to this island? I am Meckenzie, by the way."
The Zadakine seems a little distracted and nervous as you speak to him. "I'm...uh...sorry, I'm Jark. I just... I didn't realise what this was... I was thinking this was going to be guarding something...this all seems..."
"Nervous huh? Don't worry, this will be easy. So what skills do you bring to the table?"
Jark shakes his head. "I'm not scared, I just....I just didn't think I was signing up for something like this. We don't even know who this guy is we're supposed to be killing...I dunno about this..."
Meckenzie seems to have finally found someone with a spark of decency. "I see. Morals... I like you. I'm not too eager to kill for money, but I have a responsibility as a druid to look after other Junlocks, and since they're keen on going I have to." She thinks for a bit "Tell you what. I may need some one covering me while I cast. Feel up to it?"
"I guess... I dunno... I guess."
"Look. If you don't feel right doing this, don't. No one of value will think less of you."
"I think these are the kind of people it isn't safe to walk away from." Jark insists.
"Hmm. You may be right there. Just stick close, keep them off me, and I'll be able to cover us with my magic and healing. We'll hopefully all get out of this alive."
"I want to make money... I just don't want to murder innocent people to get it."
"Innocent is relative, but I know what you mean. War and battle does not hold as much honour as many think. But I'm stuck with doing this. What ever you choose, though, I'll have your back."
The Nymus at the desk announces "I'll leave you to make the necessary arrangements to complete the job. as he, the big cloaked figure and the Al-Saigal depart.
Shanis continues her discussion with the Nymus woman. "...useful, that's for sure... but how do you reckon, could you drop something heavier than a javelin at them?" She keeps looking at the Zadakine, and now also Meckenzie who walked up to him. "I've got an idea, that's all..."
Shanis watches the Zadakine squirm and turn when talking to Mek. "And here, I was hoping that maybe today was the day when I meet a strong, brave Zadakine that dispels the unflattering common view of them... no, no such luck for me." She sighs. "Maybe if I strap him to my forearm and use him as a shield he'd be somewhat useful."
Jark sneers at Shanis "Yeah, dispelling stereotypes seems to be out of fashion around here, Junlock."
Meckenzie goes back to Garix. “Well. I have an idea of how to pull this off." Quieter. "And an idea of who I don't mind losing in battle."
Garix looks to Mek, "Just be careful in who you are putting trust in. Anyone is capable of turning on you at the last minute, innocent or not." He looks towards the Eslum. "If it wasn't for the fact that we are going to be working together soon I would have shown that bastard my own thoughts on his comment. But I don't need to watch my back for another person."
Meckenzie nods. "Don't worry, I'm careful. I think I have a plan in mind. Ready?" She raises her voice and speaks to the group "unless any of you would like to get to know each other more, I think we're ready to head out. I've got a rudimentary plan, and there's not much more to do."
While the mercenaries are discussing their plan...
The Nymus, Al-Saigal, and large hooded man make their way quickly through the dark streets. A short time later they enter a large, heavily guarded mansion deep in The Lows. They move through the building to a set of large double doors. The guards, tough, well armed individuals of various races, look the Nymus up and down.
"I'm here to see Flowers Bloom." He states. After a brief pause, a guard opens the door for him while his hulking bodyguard and the Al-Saigal wait in the corridor. Inside is a large, well furnished room, in the centre of which is a quite young, pretty Ano-Chee woman, wearing a buckskin dress, who is in the process of working on another dress on a wooden manikin.
"Flowers Bloom." says the Nymus, bowing his head.
She turns and smiles cheerfully, revealing several pins held in her mouth. "Oh, hi Vox, nice to see you. Come help me with this." She takes the pins from her mouth and hands them to Vox. "I think this dress is going to look super," she continues "I wasn't sure with the colour, but now I think it's really coming together. What do you think?"
"I don't really know about clothes, ma'am," he responds calmly as he holds pins for her.
"Oh of course, I'm sorry, Vox! You've been really busy with this new job, haven't you? Here I go blabbering about dresses and you probably want to talk about your day. So how are things going?"
"I've got the mercenaries ready to go." Vox's tone is unemotional and flat.
"Great! Anyone interesting? Any keepers?"
"I don't know yet, a lot have big reputations, but I need to see how this job goes before I can make a decision on whether I'd hire them permanently. Mostly Junlocks, they're a race of bandits, its all they're good for."
"Oh I almost forget to tell you," she says cheerfully "I decided to send Daggers to help."
"Daggers?" Vox seems shocked. "But... he's not right in the head, you can't send him! He's crazy!"
"I like crazy!" Says Flowers Bloom, clapping her hands. "Crazy is fun! Besides, I was thinking I wanted to be really sure this job went okay because I like you Vox and if the job didn't go okay, you know how it would be. I'd get upset, I'd say things I didn't mean and then I'd probably do something I'd regret later like nailing your arms to a tree, tying your wings to two Hanups and whipping them till they rip you in half." There is a pause as the two stare at each other, Vox looking terrified, Flowers Bloom still smiling happily. "Kidding! It's a joke!" Laughs Flowers Bloom as she walks behind Vox and starts rubbing his shoulders. "You are just a big grumpy pants today, aren't you? Ooh and tense too! You need to relax more, you need to be able to laugh at yourself sometimes."
Vox makes an attempt to laugh at her humour... it comes across closer to choked gasp.
"Now you're going to try to stop worrying and cheer up that big serious face of yours, and Daggers will make sure your job goes extra super great, right?"
"Right... yes... thank you."
"That's the spirit! Bye-bye for now." She takes back the pins she handed Vox and goes back to her dress making, singing to herself as Vox nervously departs.
Scene 2:
As the sun rises, a ship comes over the horizon.
It is a large Ivos vessel, carrying new arrivals, seeking to make a new life on the frontier. When the passengers disembark, amongst them are Marcus and Konrad. The two of them have both served in the Ivos military, one as an officer, the other as a scout, and have been friends for a number of years.
The captain of the vessel, Atius, told them both to go to a tavern called The Cabbage and Onion, where he assured them that the owner, a Zadakine named Eltim, would be able to find them work. He told them to say that he sent them and she will find a job for them. He gives the impression that she has her fingers in more pies than just running a drinking house.
Passing through the city, the two see the streets are bustling with people of many races coming and going. Many are from strange and exotic peoples neither Marcus nor Konrad have even heard of before.
The Tavern seems to be located on the edge of a more run down part of the city, what Atius referred to as "The Lows". The building is quite big and in a good state of repair, but the customers look like a rough bunch. Almost everyone inside is carrying a weapon of one kind or another and several of them watch carefully as the newcomers walk across the room to the bar. The room is filled with the laughter of a portly Darsai sat at a large table, who seems to be making himself quite popular as he buys drinks for those sitting with him. Even though Marcus and Konrad are not paying his merrymaking much attention they catch fragments about him "getting rich soon" and "Darmlee has it all worked out".
The Zadakine barman snaps Marcus and Konrad out of listening to these interesting snippets. "So what can I do for you fellas?"
Konrad, a Golta/Ano-Chee half caste, with the looks of an Ano-Chee and the magic of a Golta, speaks first. "We just came ashore with a ship captained by a man named Atius, he said Eltim could arrange some work for us. We're both capable soldiers, so something in that vein would be good." He looks back towards the Darsai laughing and shouting at the other end of the room. "A drink first though; whiskey if you have it, something equally strong if you don't. Maybe you could put it on the fat man's tab?" He says grinning.
Marcus, a scarred Ivos, gets straight to the point. "If you are unaware of this arrangement, it would be much appreciated if you could inform Eltim that Atius has sent her two prospects for work?" After giving a sidelong glance to Konrad, Marcus continues: "I will not be drinking anything until we have the details hammered out."
The barman nods knowingly at what they say. He serves a glass of whisky to Konrad and then goes into a back room.
Shortly afterwards he returns with a smiling Zadakine woman with brown fur and a purple, off the shoulder dress. “Good, good, you look like a couple of likely lads." She says, gesturing for them to take a seat at a table. A serving girl, who is a zadakine like all the staff, brings over a bottle of wine and three glasses. "Atius has never let me down, he only sends the best to me. As well as running this establishment I do some... well, lets call it making arrangements for people. You'll be glad to hear there is always a demand for warriors in this part of the world, and for Ivos and Golta in particular. They say that as long as an Ivos has a sword, he will always find work and the same for a Golta and his gun. So I take it you are both experienced warriors? You've seen battle before?"
Marcus nods. "I fought under the command of Dominius, briefly against the Darsai and then against the Nameless. I have also spent time on The Wall, that is Galmonion's Wall, between Ivos and Junlock territory. There were escorts, raids, defences, and cold boredom punctuated by brief, intense, spurts of death." He shrugs. "As for the... Golta here, I know him as a good scout. Though I am sure he has his own, long, list of credentials."
Konrad picks up where Marcus left off. "A long list indeed, love; I was Golta military elite, I've lead mercenary scouting and sharpshooter units for the Darsai and Ivos,” Marcus snorts when he mentions working for the Darsai, but Konrad ignores him and continues, “bandit hunter, caravan guard, and a even mine foreman in Jaydia."
"Dominius you say?" Eltim asks, rhetorically. "Every Ivos mercenary claims to have served under him... but Atius wouldn't have sent you here if you aren't what you claim. Yes, that is most impressive. I am sure I won't have any trouble finding work for gentlemen such as yourselves. This is all strictly legitimate work you understand, all legal and above board... but still potentially lucrative. In fact..." She looks over at the loud Darsai. "You might just be in luck. That jolly fellow is Porgro. He's planning a trip into the Outback, the jungle. Apparently he's looking for some guards to accompany him. Perhaps I should introduce you?"
Konrad nods. "Guard work sounds good, though it'll take some getting used to that jungle."
Marcus smiles. "Yes, that introduction would be most welcome. Thank you."
Eltim goes over to Porgro and speaks with him briefly. He excitedly gestures for both mercenaries to come over. "Come! Sit, sit! Let's get some drinks here. Get these fine fellows some drinks! Well this is wonderful, two warriors, just what I'm looking for. You see I've recently come into... that is we've found... well anyway I shouldn't really be talking about it. My business partner, Darmlee, is very insistent that I keep quiet about all this. But she's a Tolpish, hard working people but dreadfully serious and more than a bit paranoid. She was also very keen that I hire some bodyguards, just while we're getting the paperwork sorted for the mining... I mean... for what we're doing. Its all a bit hush hush in the meantime you see, until that's all sorted.”
“Anyway,” he continues, talking rather quickly, “this job might be a bit beneath men of your talents, a soldier from Dominius' legion and a Golta ranger... you ARE a Golta right? I'm never sure with you types what the correct... well you know... the correct term. Not that I object, every Darsai is king in his own house they say. That must apply to other peoples as well, mustn't it? So I've no objection to your... erm... parentage. That's quite all right by me. Thane judges us only on our character, after all. All I need from you two is an escort for a couple of trips between our camp site out at the claim... the erm... the camp we have. Then once everything is settled you can be on your way, generously rewarded for your trouble. Sadly, not exactly the sort of dangerous work you two are probably used to... but Darmlee really did insist I get some guards. So how much would be a fair price for a few days work travelling a little ways into the jungle? What shall we say?"
Konrad perks up. "The work isn't beneath me, like I mentioned to Eltim, I've done everything from bandit hunting to mining, and I should hope that being a Golta won't bother your business partner. Regardless of that, I prefer if the client makes the first offer."
Marcus turns to Eltim. "As for payment I would like to know how much of a cut you will be getting, Eltim, after all, you have provided us this opportunity, so it is only fair. In fact, I think you should suggest a good price, as you know about this type of business more than I. As for how our talents will apply? We will see." He turns back to Porgro. "I will lay a basis, however. I would very much like to be compensated for any equipment we use in a battle. Bullets and powder for my friend, and any equipment of mine that is damaged. That will be compensation if we do run into any trouble. And depending on the length of the trip, we may require food to be provided, though I'm sure the scout here could aid in that endeavour if necessary. I'm simply trying to eliminate possible surprise expenses, and I am willing to negotiate payment with this in mind."
Porgo babbles "Well I really wasn't supposed to mention the mining. Try not to talk about that, we need to keep everything very hushed up at the minute. Mum's the word. Anyway, lets see...does 20 Realms a day sound reasonable? Plus your expenses of course." This seems a very generous rate of pay. "Once this all gets sorted out, I am sure you might get yourselves a little bonus on top. Oh yes, I think we're all going to do very well. Eltim always gets her cut of course, oh yes, she doesn't miss a trick.
"Best of all, once we get this all up and running I can pay to get my wife and children brought over. You see, to get this up and running, paying for staff and legal what-nots, its a dreadfully expensive business. I've really put everything into this exploration, but its finally about to pay off. Its like Eltim says, 'no one ever got rich being timid.' Sometimes you have to grab life by the horns and....well I've probably said too much. Its just all so jolly exciting, its hard to keep calm." Porgro speaks quite loudly and it is pretty likely that anyone in the tavern could have heard everything he has been saying.
Konrad looks pensive for a moment. "20? Remember that you're hiring a battle-hardened Ivos soldier, and one of the best marksmen in both Vellastrom and Jaydia, and certainly the best you'll find here." He takes a sip of whiskey and appraises him casually, "You aren't likely to find any others with our skill, and from what we've been told of some of the mercenaries that ply their trade here you'll be running the risk of having your throat cut with some of them. 23?"
Porgro doesn't appear put off at all. "23? Well, I suppose it wont make much difference in the long run will it? Once this all goes through, what are a few Realms? 23 it is then."
"You've been drinking too much whiskey." Marcus jokes to Konrad. "Twenty, plus expenses is a pretty good deal. Depending on how much a cut Eletim is getting..." He shrugs.
Nobody can really tell if this makes Porgro happier or not, as he appears to have reached peak bubbliness. “Oh, you think 20, Marcus? Well that is jolly generous of you. Shall we say 20 and then perhaps a bonus when this all works out? Is that alright by you Konrad?
"Yes... that's fine, I'm glad I have Marcus here to keep me from being greedy." Konrad attempts to glare a hole through Marcus' head, but that works about as well as expected. "In any case I suggest you keep your voice down and calm yourself, we've had people staring and straining to hear us, and few are likely to be harmless eavesdroppers." It's one thing to protect a man, it's another to protect a man who makes no secret of how he expects to come into money while sitting in an inn with a rough crowd.
"Yes, I know... lots of people listening." Marcus raises his own voice so as to match Porgro's earlier volume. "Of course, I don't see why someone would risk attempting to rob a person who obviously has yet to make any real money. Especially when it is so dangerous to do so." Marcus smiles and lowers his voice so only Porgro, Konrad, and Eltim can hear. "Of course, people can be stupid, especially when they see..." he blinks. "Profit. Anyone's profit. So I agree. Caution would be best."
"I believe I have everything I'll need for travel, everything but provisions. When do we head out?" Konrad asks.
"We can set off tomorrow morning, my assistant Jatrak is just getting some of the paperwork sorted out for me. Then we can head out there, and you can all meet Darmlee. I'm sure you'll get along great. She's a charming woman... well she's a woman. But those ears, wow, I mean I never know where to look when she's talking. Well, here is to a successful venture." He raises his glass in a toast.
"To a successful venture." Marcus nods, picking up the drink they had put in front of him earlier for the first time.
"Distracting ears, I'm sure... bottoms up then." Konrad drains his whiskey.
Chapter One: Uncut
Scene One:
Rhoadira is a largely an unspoilt wilderness, a place where someone can start again, reinventing themselves for better or worse. The untapped natural wealth of the outback is there for the taking and tales of hidden riches draw people from across Harkovast in search of their fortunes. Port Yorgerson stands as a gateway to a new world, offering both adventure and danger.
On this night, figures move through the narrow streets of The Lows, the most dangerous and deprived section of the city. This is a perilous den of criminals and cut throats, controlled by ruthless crime lords who jostle for power.
These cloaked individuals make their way to a building where a lantern with a green burning flame hangs outside, casting an strange glow over the surrounding buildings. A lone Al-Saigal, his face partially covered with bandages and his hand on his scimitar, ushers them inside. Within the building is a large, sparse room, with a wooden floor and plastered walls. Heavy wooden beams run across the ceiling, with shadows from torches around the room dancing amongst them. At one end of the room is a large table, behind which sits a Nymus, the corners of his mouth turned up in an amused smirk. To his right stands a large figure, head and shoulders taller than anyone else in the room. This massive individual stands with his arms folded, his hood pulled forward so his face is obscured, only his huge white furred hands are visible. Eight individuals have arrived for this meeting, and as the last of them enters, the Al-Saigal extinguishes the green lantern and comes inside, closing the door.
The arrivals consist of a variety of mercenaries and warriors of different races, numbering ten in total. Six out of the ten are Junlocks. Though these mercenaries have not met before all have had similar experiences since arriving in Rhoadira: struggling to get by doing odd jobs such as dock labour, washing dishes or other menial work.
Everyone was summoned to this meeting with instructions that warriors were required for a task, with a promise of very good pay. The Nymus behind the table speaks, in a voice that always seems too close to slipping into sarcasm.
"Good, everyone attended, a good start. I won't waste anyone's time, because I'm sure we're all busy people. You've been called here because I have a task that needs accomplishing, a task for which I'm willing to offer substantial financial compensation. A hundred Doubloons EACH, with twenty five up front, another 75 when the task is done.
"A lot of you might not be very well known in Rhoadira yet, but I keep an ear to the ground and there are people amongst you with some formidable reputations..." he looks at an older, scared Junlock holding two axes and chuckles to himself "some good... some not so good. Reputations you can't keep secret for long, not even here. I need people with those kind of reputations, people who can get a job done, people who aren't afraid to get their swords dirty. There's a Darsai who's going to be leaving town very shortly, in the next few days. We know the times and we know his route. He's travelling out on a short trip into the Outback. He should be going with one wagon, a couple of helpers, possibly some bodyguards if he's had the sense to hire anyone while he was here. I don't want him to get where he's going. I want him, his wagon and anyone along with him to disappear en route. You can take what ever you want from him and from the wagon, consider that a bonus. The important thing is that his expedition never gets where its going and never comes back. As far as anyone will know, it will just be another journey into the Outback that no one came back from. Happens all the time. Rhoadira is a dangerous place.
"Do this well and there could be a lot more work coming up for you. So...is everyone in?"
Meckenzie, a female Junlock druid, with mostly white fur with some black fur on the top of her snout going up and ending between her eyes, armed with a spear and crescent shield, speaks up. "A thousand doubloons is a lot of money to spend to stop a single Darsai. I can only assume you don't expect all of us to come back to claim our pay." She also scans the room looking at the others attending, notably the non-junlocks.
Garix, the scared Junlock, tenses slightly after the Nymus chuckles after looking at him, though he does his best to hide any obvious reactions. "Just what exactly is this Darsai carrying? While I don't mind the amount we are getting I am not the kind of fool to jump in without any knowledge on my target."
"The Darsai is a merchant named Porgro," The Nymus explains, though he seems a little put out by the questions, "and as far as we know the wagon should have supplies, food, things you'd expect for a journey into the outback. Whatever, you can have it. Just don't get smart and try to keep the wagon, that would be a dead give away if someone recognised it. But you can empty their pockets for whatever they've got. He's a merchant, I imagine he carries some cash."
He looks over at Meckenzie. "A thousand is a lot of money to YOU. Perhaps if you do a few more jobs you won't think it is quite such a big purse? Heheheh..." he chuckles at his own wittiness, but seeing no one else smile, his expression lowers and he continues. "It might be dangerous, killing people usually is, and Porgro might have hired some body guards... but you'll have them ambushed and outnumbered. Assuming you aren't a bunch of screw ups, you should be able to take care of it without getting yourselves cut too badly. But of course, you don't come back, you can't collect your pay. Consider that an incentive to stay alive."
Of the other people in attendance, there are three other Junlocks, all tough looking warriors armed with falxs.
One warrior is noticeably larger and stronger looking then the other two, with black fur flecked with white. Also in attendance there are two Elsum warriors, with steel conquistador style helmets, breast plates, and shirts with brightly coloured, puffed out sleeves, a Nymus woman with several javelins on her back under her wings, and a Zadakine man dressed in leather armour, swaying his long body as he surveys the room, tapping the fingers of one hand on the pommel of his sword. These are all in addition to the bandaged Al-Saigal, big cloaked man, and the Nymus doing the talking.
Garix leers over to the cloaked man in the room, wondering just who or what is hidden under it. Paying no further heed to it he continues with a few questions, "I would like to hear more about this Darsai. How successful of a merchant is he? He must be worth something if you plan on wasting so much on his head."
"She's damn right!" A strong loud voice booms, referring to the Junlock druid, as another Junlock named Shanis, of large darkish grey fur with a white spot around her right eye, and armed seemingly only with a falx speaks her mind. She shakes her head sceptically. "I can see by the lot you've called up here." She scans the gathered mercenaries as she speaks. "You could have any band of scrawny thugs waylay a bloody merchant. There's more of them here then fleas in the local inns' bedding. You don't hire people like us for such a prize, unless you expect he has a deman chained to that wagon. So how 'bout you tell us what you expect?"
The Nymus sighs. "Look, this job is straight forward. Porgro isn't worth much but... well... let's say he's come to our attention. We want him removed, simple as that. In terms of guards, I doubt he can afford much, but he might be able to bring in a couple of thugs. I'm hiring all of you because I don't want to leave this to chance. My boss doesn't look kindly on people who disappoint her, and she wants to make sure this Darsai is wiped out. I can promise you we'll be sending a lot more warriors than Porgro can afford."
"Yeah... And where's this Porgro headed?” Shanis continues. “Where don't you want him to go so badly? Who is expecting him, and who will be sorely disgruntled when he doesn't make it?"
"That isn't your concern." Says the Nymus, clearly becoming annoyed at the continued questioning. "Its a simple job, make sure the Darsai disappears and get paid. I didn't bring you here to have a debate."
The large, dark-furred Junlock says in a powerful voice- "I'd kill Darsai for free, but getting paid is always a nice bonus." He looks over at the mercenaries that are raising questions. "What's your problem? Lost your nerve? If you don't have the guts for a fight then I'll happily take your share of pay!"
Shanis laughs out loud. "No, I don't doubt you have guts to kill Darsai... merchants, as it were. You might just be a tad too eager to trust any foreign beak if he shows you a Darsai tail to chase..." She turns to the Nymus employer. "But still, it's a Darsai and gold, and I have a need for both. Under a different moon, maybe not, but today, I accept the offer. You'll have your dead merchant.”
"Excellent" says the Nymus, "I knew we could do business. If the rest of you are haven't got any other objections, I'll give you the details of where and when."
Garix chuckles at the large Junlock's comment. "It's not as though we have lost our nerve. But I would just like to know a bit more about why and who we are killing. I may be a mercenary but I don't want to just rush into my death with no thought for survival." He looks toward the Nymus, "You wouldn't be thinking of playing us in the end are you? You do know that all these people here are mercenaries for most likely one of two reasons." He holds up one finger. "Either for money" holds up another "Or to kill." He leans on the table a bit, "Make no mistake I will take your offer. But you are dealing with killers and if you plan on walking away without having a single one of us paid. Then I pray you look over your shoulder every night." He looks back to the large Junlock, "If you are in a hurry to die then I suggest you charge into an army of Nameless. At least then you can fight before you die."
"Betray you?" Says the Nymus, somewhat amused. "On the contrary, we are always looking for effective warriors who can get a job done. There will be more work to follow soon if this task is completed efficiently."
"Yeah, that makes sense" Shanis says quietly out of the corner of her mouth to the Garix. "Ask him nicely and up front if he's going to double cross us... I'm sure he'd just politely confess, if he was going to."
Garix grins at Shanis, "Oh, I have no doubt that he wouldn't. I just wanted him to know he will regret it if he does so. I pull through on my promises. And my threats." he whispers back.
"Yeah, I can see him trembling with fear right now..." Shanis replies with a near whisper, then shakes her head again. Things are not off to a good start. "We'll talk about it at later time and in another place."
The large Junlock snorts "My name is Borvo the Mighty, and we will see if you can back up your tough talk on the battlefield."
The rest of the mercenaries are content to proceed, nodding in agreement with the Nymus.
They await Meckenzie's opinion.
The druid nods. "I'm in as well." She then goes over to Shanis and Garix. "I suspect this is more dangerous then he says. Classic strategy. Hire many mercenaries for a dangerous job with a likelihood of death. The job gets done, and you only have to pay the survivors. I'd also watch out for the large black warrior, He looks the sort to act recklessly. I'm Meckenzie, you?"
Shanis responds quickly. “Mecke..." One of that big tribes' froofroo names. "Look, Mek will do, right?" She smiles apologetically. "I'm Shanis. This smells, I think it's obvious for anyone here, well except for Borvo, Jatis bless his stupid head. Don't get me wrong, if someone has to die, I'd rather it not be Junlocks." Her voice grows harsher and more irritated. "But that's vain talk. We won't learn anything useful from this beak. We'll need to come up with something once we get there. You're a druid, I see, so feel free to be smart whenever you like. And those two weird guys in metal armour go first in line."
Garix looks to Mackenzie. "My name is Garix. Personally I think you should get out of that warrior's way if he is heading my direction. I don't think he likes me very much." he finishes with a grin.
Meckenzie glances at Borvo. "I think you may be right, though I don't think he thinks highly of any of us since we asked questions." Meckenzie thinks for a moment, "I agree, the Elsum should take the lead in any attack. I have a few ideas on how to use our motley group. Borvo would probably need to be in the lead as well, because I don't think we could stop him from doing so." She crosses her arms, and her ears fold back "I've met plenty of warriors like him. All about the 'glory', and 'honor' of battle. They may get their 'glory', but they fail to realize that there is not much 'honor' to be found in battle. Really, all they want is to kill, to vent their pointless rage." Smirks, and gives a short chuckle
"Funny thing is, I've likely killed more Darsai then he ever will." The smirk disappears, and a pained expression flashes across her face momentarily.
Garix notices the flash on Mek's face. "I know how it is.” He says. “Killing isn't something that one can really boast about unless it's the only thing they know of. I gave up honor a long time ago. As with many other traditions." He stares with her at Borvo, "I have seen many like him as well. And all I can say is that I hate looking in a mirror right now."
Shanis grins. "You as well, Mek? Say what you want, I'm starting to like this group. And how about you, Garix? Killed many Darsai? An experienced warrior like you is bound to have!" Shanis said "experienced", but it's pretty plain she meant "old".
Meckenzie shrugs. “Well looks like the three of us should get along fine. Now, how will we get along with..." motions towards the other mercenaries "...the rest?"
Shanis has some ideas about the others. "How do we get along with them? Borvo we can humiliate, so he won't be getting uppity. I know the type. The strangers, well, we'll ask them, I suppose. We'll have to, if we want some bloody flying support." She motions towards the Nymus mercenary.
Mek nods. "I'm going to go get to know our fellow mercenaries." And she strolls over to the other group of Junlocks. "Greetings, I am Meckenzie. So what do you think of this soon to ensue endeavour?"
Meckenzie gets the impression that Borvo is in charge of the other two junlocks, and he steps forward to speak. "Be clear on this, I have no time for stuck up druids telling everyone what to do." he sneers at her "So keep your opinion of what the gods think to yourself and we won't have any trouble."
After a short pause. Mek responds. "I don't believe we have any more to say." And turns to walk away, muttering under her breath "Because I think you have used up your entire vocabulary already."
Garix decides to stay in his seat and watch from a far. Considering what may be known of him it may not be wise for him to try and talk with other Junlocks, especially ones like Borvo.
Shanis thinks to herself: Garix doesn't seem to feel like talking, a pity really. And my two reasonable kin turned out to be quite... reluctant, to put it mildly. Again a pity, but surely, some of those gathered here must have more brains then this Borvo and not be complete cowards at the same time. Since Mek went to placate the other Junlocks, it falls to me to find out who our more exotic allies are... and satisfy my curiosity. Shanis continues her train of thought. First things first. Junlocks have no wings, so maybe someone with them could offer some interesting tactical insight? She approaches the Nymus mercenary leisurely. "Hello there. It looks like we'll be working together. The mission sure seems easy enough, eh?"
The Nymus woman regards Shanis suspiciously. "Yeah, easy... sure. But this isn't exactly an elite unit is it? Bunch of... well lets just say I'm not expecting military precision from anyone. Especially not the dirty Zado. Why would a Nymus hire one of them anyway?"
Shanis grins, turning her head to the Zadakine. "He's an odd one out, isn't he? Doesn't look like much of a warrior, Zados never are. But surely he can do some useful parlour tricks, otherwise he wouldn't be here. Speaking of tricks, how about you? I've never seen a Nymus in combat yet. With those, you know..." she makes a fluttering gesture with her arms. "Could you perhaps take everyone out from air?"
She looks interested in what Shanis is saying. "I do have kind of an edge on you scrabbers. If you want me to swoop in and hit them with javelins from above, no problem."
Meckenzie removes herself from Borvo's Junlocks with the hope of finding someone with a little more brainpower amongst the crew, so she walks over to the Elsum. "Greetings, I am Meckenzie. I'm trying to get to know my fellow mercenaries, though some..." glance at Borvo "don't make that easy, or pleasant."
The Eslum speak in very thick accents, that Meckenzie has to strain a little to understand. "No problem, we were just talking about what loot we might be able to swipe. Do you think the merchant will have much cash with him?" The first one says.
"Or any women?" His friend chimes in.
Meckenzie is silent for a few moments due to the 'women' line, and the implications. "He's apparently on his way to search for treasure, or for minerals, or something. He may have some cash, but not as much as if he was headed to make a deal. Of course maybe he is off to make a deal. We will find out. Other then that, no way to know."
She switches topics. "I'm currently thinking up a plan. Seeing as you two are rather well armored, I think it best to have you near the front. So I guess you'll be one of the first to know what he has." She smiles at them and walks to the Zadakine.
The Eslum don't look too pleased at the idea of being on the front line and mutter something like "we've got crossbows" and "just because we've got better equipment they single us out..."
Meckenzie approaches the Zadakine. "So what brings a Zadakine to this island? I am Meckenzie, by the way."
The Zadakine seems a little distracted and nervous as you speak to him. "I'm...uh...sorry, I'm Jark. I just... I didn't realise what this was... I was thinking this was going to be guarding something...this all seems..."
"Nervous huh? Don't worry, this will be easy. So what skills do you bring to the table?"
Jark shakes his head. "I'm not scared, I just....I just didn't think I was signing up for something like this. We don't even know who this guy is we're supposed to be killing...I dunno about this..."
Meckenzie seems to have finally found someone with a spark of decency. "I see. Morals... I like you. I'm not too eager to kill for money, but I have a responsibility as a druid to look after other Junlocks, and since they're keen on going I have to." She thinks for a bit "Tell you what. I may need some one covering me while I cast. Feel up to it?"
"I guess... I dunno... I guess."
"Look. If you don't feel right doing this, don't. No one of value will think less of you."
"I think these are the kind of people it isn't safe to walk away from." Jark insists.
"Hmm. You may be right there. Just stick close, keep them off me, and I'll be able to cover us with my magic and healing. We'll hopefully all get out of this alive."
"I want to make money... I just don't want to murder innocent people to get it."
"Innocent is relative, but I know what you mean. War and battle does not hold as much honour as many think. But I'm stuck with doing this. What ever you choose, though, I'll have your back."
The Nymus at the desk announces "I'll leave you to make the necessary arrangements to complete the job. as he, the big cloaked figure and the Al-Saigal depart.
Shanis continues her discussion with the Nymus woman. "...useful, that's for sure... but how do you reckon, could you drop something heavier than a javelin at them?" She keeps looking at the Zadakine, and now also Meckenzie who walked up to him. "I've got an idea, that's all..."
Shanis watches the Zadakine squirm and turn when talking to Mek. "And here, I was hoping that maybe today was the day when I meet a strong, brave Zadakine that dispels the unflattering common view of them... no, no such luck for me." She sighs. "Maybe if I strap him to my forearm and use him as a shield he'd be somewhat useful."
Jark sneers at Shanis "Yeah, dispelling stereotypes seems to be out of fashion around here, Junlock."
Meckenzie goes back to Garix. “Well. I have an idea of how to pull this off." Quieter. "And an idea of who I don't mind losing in battle."
Garix looks to Mek, "Just be careful in who you are putting trust in. Anyone is capable of turning on you at the last minute, innocent or not." He looks towards the Eslum. "If it wasn't for the fact that we are going to be working together soon I would have shown that bastard my own thoughts on his comment. But I don't need to watch my back for another person."
Meckenzie nods. "Don't worry, I'm careful. I think I have a plan in mind. Ready?" She raises her voice and speaks to the group "unless any of you would like to get to know each other more, I think we're ready to head out. I've got a rudimentary plan, and there's not much more to do."
While the mercenaries are discussing their plan...
The Nymus, Al-Saigal, and large hooded man make their way quickly through the dark streets. A short time later they enter a large, heavily guarded mansion deep in The Lows. They move through the building to a set of large double doors. The guards, tough, well armed individuals of various races, look the Nymus up and down.
"I'm here to see Flowers Bloom." He states. After a brief pause, a guard opens the door for him while his hulking bodyguard and the Al-Saigal wait in the corridor. Inside is a large, well furnished room, in the centre of which is a quite young, pretty Ano-Chee woman, wearing a buckskin dress, who is in the process of working on another dress on a wooden manikin.
"Flowers Bloom." says the Nymus, bowing his head.
She turns and smiles cheerfully, revealing several pins held in her mouth. "Oh, hi Vox, nice to see you. Come help me with this." She takes the pins from her mouth and hands them to Vox. "I think this dress is going to look super," she continues "I wasn't sure with the colour, but now I think it's really coming together. What do you think?"
"I don't really know about clothes, ma'am," he responds calmly as he holds pins for her.
"Oh of course, I'm sorry, Vox! You've been really busy with this new job, haven't you? Here I go blabbering about dresses and you probably want to talk about your day. So how are things going?"
"I've got the mercenaries ready to go." Vox's tone is unemotional and flat.
"Great! Anyone interesting? Any keepers?"
"I don't know yet, a lot have big reputations, but I need to see how this job goes before I can make a decision on whether I'd hire them permanently. Mostly Junlocks, they're a race of bandits, its all they're good for."
"Oh I almost forget to tell you," she says cheerfully "I decided to send Daggers to help."
"Daggers?" Vox seems shocked. "But... he's not right in the head, you can't send him! He's crazy!"
"I like crazy!" Says Flowers Bloom, clapping her hands. "Crazy is fun! Besides, I was thinking I wanted to be really sure this job went okay because I like you Vox and if the job didn't go okay, you know how it would be. I'd get upset, I'd say things I didn't mean and then I'd probably do something I'd regret later like nailing your arms to a tree, tying your wings to two Hanups and whipping them till they rip you in half." There is a pause as the two stare at each other, Vox looking terrified, Flowers Bloom still smiling happily. "Kidding! It's a joke!" Laughs Flowers Bloom as she walks behind Vox and starts rubbing his shoulders. "You are just a big grumpy pants today, aren't you? Ooh and tense too! You need to relax more, you need to be able to laugh at yourself sometimes."
Vox makes an attempt to laugh at her humour... it comes across closer to choked gasp.
"Now you're going to try to stop worrying and cheer up that big serious face of yours, and Daggers will make sure your job goes extra super great, right?"
"Right... yes... thank you."
"That's the spirit! Bye-bye for now." She takes back the pins she handed Vox and goes back to her dress making, singing to herself as Vox nervously departs.
Scene 2:
As the sun rises, a ship comes over the horizon.
It is a large Ivos vessel, carrying new arrivals, seeking to make a new life on the frontier. When the passengers disembark, amongst them are Marcus and Konrad. The two of them have both served in the Ivos military, one as an officer, the other as a scout, and have been friends for a number of years.
The captain of the vessel, Atius, told them both to go to a tavern called The Cabbage and Onion, where he assured them that the owner, a Zadakine named Eltim, would be able to find them work. He told them to say that he sent them and she will find a job for them. He gives the impression that she has her fingers in more pies than just running a drinking house.
Passing through the city, the two see the streets are bustling with people of many races coming and going. Many are from strange and exotic peoples neither Marcus nor Konrad have even heard of before.
The Tavern seems to be located on the edge of a more run down part of the city, what Atius referred to as "The Lows". The building is quite big and in a good state of repair, but the customers look like a rough bunch. Almost everyone inside is carrying a weapon of one kind or another and several of them watch carefully as the newcomers walk across the room to the bar. The room is filled with the laughter of a portly Darsai sat at a large table, who seems to be making himself quite popular as he buys drinks for those sitting with him. Even though Marcus and Konrad are not paying his merrymaking much attention they catch fragments about him "getting rich soon" and "Darmlee has it all worked out".
The Zadakine barman snaps Marcus and Konrad out of listening to these interesting snippets. "So what can I do for you fellas?"
Konrad, a Golta/Ano-Chee half caste, with the looks of an Ano-Chee and the magic of a Golta, speaks first. "We just came ashore with a ship captained by a man named Atius, he said Eltim could arrange some work for us. We're both capable soldiers, so something in that vein would be good." He looks back towards the Darsai laughing and shouting at the other end of the room. "A drink first though; whiskey if you have it, something equally strong if you don't. Maybe you could put it on the fat man's tab?" He says grinning.
Marcus, a scarred Ivos, gets straight to the point. "If you are unaware of this arrangement, it would be much appreciated if you could inform Eltim that Atius has sent her two prospects for work?" After giving a sidelong glance to Konrad, Marcus continues: "I will not be drinking anything until we have the details hammered out."
The barman nods knowingly at what they say. He serves a glass of whisky to Konrad and then goes into a back room.
Shortly afterwards he returns with a smiling Zadakine woman with brown fur and a purple, off the shoulder dress. “Good, good, you look like a couple of likely lads." She says, gesturing for them to take a seat at a table. A serving girl, who is a zadakine like all the staff, brings over a bottle of wine and three glasses. "Atius has never let me down, he only sends the best to me. As well as running this establishment I do some... well, lets call it making arrangements for people. You'll be glad to hear there is always a demand for warriors in this part of the world, and for Ivos and Golta in particular. They say that as long as an Ivos has a sword, he will always find work and the same for a Golta and his gun. So I take it you are both experienced warriors? You've seen battle before?"
Marcus nods. "I fought under the command of Dominius, briefly against the Darsai and then against the Nameless. I have also spent time on The Wall, that is Galmonion's Wall, between Ivos and Junlock territory. There were escorts, raids, defences, and cold boredom punctuated by brief, intense, spurts of death." He shrugs. "As for the... Golta here, I know him as a good scout. Though I am sure he has his own, long, list of credentials."
Konrad picks up where Marcus left off. "A long list indeed, love; I was Golta military elite, I've lead mercenary scouting and sharpshooter units for the Darsai and Ivos,” Marcus snorts when he mentions working for the Darsai, but Konrad ignores him and continues, “bandit hunter, caravan guard, and a even mine foreman in Jaydia."
"Dominius you say?" Eltim asks, rhetorically. "Every Ivos mercenary claims to have served under him... but Atius wouldn't have sent you here if you aren't what you claim. Yes, that is most impressive. I am sure I won't have any trouble finding work for gentlemen such as yourselves. This is all strictly legitimate work you understand, all legal and above board... but still potentially lucrative. In fact..." She looks over at the loud Darsai. "You might just be in luck. That jolly fellow is Porgro. He's planning a trip into the Outback, the jungle. Apparently he's looking for some guards to accompany him. Perhaps I should introduce you?"
Konrad nods. "Guard work sounds good, though it'll take some getting used to that jungle."
Marcus smiles. "Yes, that introduction would be most welcome. Thank you."
Eltim goes over to Porgro and speaks with him briefly. He excitedly gestures for both mercenaries to come over. "Come! Sit, sit! Let's get some drinks here. Get these fine fellows some drinks! Well this is wonderful, two warriors, just what I'm looking for. You see I've recently come into... that is we've found... well anyway I shouldn't really be talking about it. My business partner, Darmlee, is very insistent that I keep quiet about all this. But she's a Tolpish, hard working people but dreadfully serious and more than a bit paranoid. She was also very keen that I hire some bodyguards, just while we're getting the paperwork sorted for the mining... I mean... for what we're doing. Its all a bit hush hush in the meantime you see, until that's all sorted.”
“Anyway,” he continues, talking rather quickly, “this job might be a bit beneath men of your talents, a soldier from Dominius' legion and a Golta ranger... you ARE a Golta right? I'm never sure with you types what the correct... well you know... the correct term. Not that I object, every Darsai is king in his own house they say. That must apply to other peoples as well, mustn't it? So I've no objection to your... erm... parentage. That's quite all right by me. Thane judges us only on our character, after all. All I need from you two is an escort for a couple of trips between our camp site out at the claim... the erm... the camp we have. Then once everything is settled you can be on your way, generously rewarded for your trouble. Sadly, not exactly the sort of dangerous work you two are probably used to... but Darmlee really did insist I get some guards. So how much would be a fair price for a few days work travelling a little ways into the jungle? What shall we say?"
Konrad perks up. "The work isn't beneath me, like I mentioned to Eltim, I've done everything from bandit hunting to mining, and I should hope that being a Golta won't bother your business partner. Regardless of that, I prefer if the client makes the first offer."
Marcus turns to Eltim. "As for payment I would like to know how much of a cut you will be getting, Eltim, after all, you have provided us this opportunity, so it is only fair. In fact, I think you should suggest a good price, as you know about this type of business more than I. As for how our talents will apply? We will see." He turns back to Porgro. "I will lay a basis, however. I would very much like to be compensated for any equipment we use in a battle. Bullets and powder for my friend, and any equipment of mine that is damaged. That will be compensation if we do run into any trouble. And depending on the length of the trip, we may require food to be provided, though I'm sure the scout here could aid in that endeavour if necessary. I'm simply trying to eliminate possible surprise expenses, and I am willing to negotiate payment with this in mind."
Porgo babbles "Well I really wasn't supposed to mention the mining. Try not to talk about that, we need to keep everything very hushed up at the minute. Mum's the word. Anyway, lets see...does 20 Realms a day sound reasonable? Plus your expenses of course." This seems a very generous rate of pay. "Once this all gets sorted out, I am sure you might get yourselves a little bonus on top. Oh yes, I think we're all going to do very well. Eltim always gets her cut of course, oh yes, she doesn't miss a trick.
"Best of all, once we get this all up and running I can pay to get my wife and children brought over. You see, to get this up and running, paying for staff and legal what-nots, its a dreadfully expensive business. I've really put everything into this exploration, but its finally about to pay off. Its like Eltim says, 'no one ever got rich being timid.' Sometimes you have to grab life by the horns and....well I've probably said too much. Its just all so jolly exciting, its hard to keep calm." Porgro speaks quite loudly and it is pretty likely that anyone in the tavern could have heard everything he has been saying.
Konrad looks pensive for a moment. "20? Remember that you're hiring a battle-hardened Ivos soldier, and one of the best marksmen in both Vellastrom and Jaydia, and certainly the best you'll find here." He takes a sip of whiskey and appraises him casually, "You aren't likely to find any others with our skill, and from what we've been told of some of the mercenaries that ply their trade here you'll be running the risk of having your throat cut with some of them. 23?"
Porgro doesn't appear put off at all. "23? Well, I suppose it wont make much difference in the long run will it? Once this all goes through, what are a few Realms? 23 it is then."
"You've been drinking too much whiskey." Marcus jokes to Konrad. "Twenty, plus expenses is a pretty good deal. Depending on how much a cut Eletim is getting..." He shrugs.
Nobody can really tell if this makes Porgro happier or not, as he appears to have reached peak bubbliness. “Oh, you think 20, Marcus? Well that is jolly generous of you. Shall we say 20 and then perhaps a bonus when this all works out? Is that alright by you Konrad?
"Yes... that's fine, I'm glad I have Marcus here to keep me from being greedy." Konrad attempts to glare a hole through Marcus' head, but that works about as well as expected. "In any case I suggest you keep your voice down and calm yourself, we've had people staring and straining to hear us, and few are likely to be harmless eavesdroppers." It's one thing to protect a man, it's another to protect a man who makes no secret of how he expects to come into money while sitting in an inn with a rough crowd.
"Yes, I know... lots of people listening." Marcus raises his own voice so as to match Porgro's earlier volume. "Of course, I don't see why someone would risk attempting to rob a person who obviously has yet to make any real money. Especially when it is so dangerous to do so." Marcus smiles and lowers his voice so only Porgro, Konrad, and Eltim can hear. "Of course, people can be stupid, especially when they see..." he blinks. "Profit. Anyone's profit. So I agree. Caution would be best."
"I believe I have everything I'll need for travel, everything but provisions. When do we head out?" Konrad asks.
"We can set off tomorrow morning, my assistant Jatrak is just getting some of the paperwork sorted out for me. Then we can head out there, and you can all meet Darmlee. I'm sure you'll get along great. She's a charming woman... well she's a woman. But those ears, wow, I mean I never know where to look when she's talking. Well, here is to a successful venture." He raises his glass in a toast.
"To a successful venture." Marcus nods, picking up the drink they had put in front of him earlier for the first time.
"Distracting ears, I'm sure... bottoms up then." Konrad drains his whiskey.