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"Nice speech, You've got my interest"

Marcus entered the bar and let the head of his hammer fall to the ground, while his palm grasped the end tightly with large fists covered in tattered black fingerless gloves. He had been told more than once to keep the weapon hidden, but no one seemed to bug him when it was visible to the entire surface of Terra. He wore a large leather trench coat that had taken three of his pay checks to buy and he wasn't at all disappointed with the purchase. Only the tips of his fingers, neck and head were visible. He smiled lightly with a chuckle as he walked forward while giving everyone a quick glance. Only a certain few grabbed his attention, namely because many of them were lying on the ground or baffled by the bar fight.

A cow boy from the looks of it stood in the center of the bar. The man would have entertained Marcus much more if the individuals he had just fought were more than a group of pathetic thugs looking for cash. Another notable figure was the entertaining individual who could surprisingly fight and could also give Marcus the gift of immortality. Even if it was just a joke, Marcus could use another job, welding was much to easy and the pay was pathetic. Another individual was the large figure who volunteered before Marcus. He chuckled for another second, remembering the line he had given to the two girls.

One appeared to be a mechanic or inventor of some sort, Marcus just figured because of the nice bike she had outside and the goggles she wore. Not much else caught his attention, but he didn't like to judge people too early. The other was a pink haired lady who reminded Marcus of his grandma. Just a much younger version who had the exact same drinking problem. Marcus walked towards Lavistian while the floor boards made screeching sounds beneath his feet. As soon as he was within range, Marcus lifted his hand towards the man while nodding his head for quick second.

"Marcus Stone at your service, Lavistian"

The tall blonde raised her heft onto the bar as the man began to speak of riches, power, and god knows what else. Her expression was hardly kind, she had heard it all before, and from those more trustworthy than a lust-crazy teenager. She sighed, and mocked him in her head, turning her attention elsewhere. “Riches. Power. Fame.” Blah. Blah. Blah. Her inner tone was jaded, and cynical. “The things that man wishes for most. But what is more desired than those simple greeds?” Alcohol. She responded in her mind. “What singular thing does man wish for more than any other thing in the known Terra?” Oh, men, it must be sex, the answer to any question involving men is sex.

“Everlasting Life.” Gwen’s head jerked from the assortment of half-broken bottles of spirits and liquors to the speaking man. His widening smile only irked at her. Smug little liar.

“Live forever my ass.” She mumbled under her breath as she reached over the bar for a bottle of wine. By the time the man had finished his explanations, she couldn’t help but stare at him, What if he’s right, what if he can make me live forever? It’s worth a shot, right? Guinevere was oddly unsure of herself, a trait usually saved for sobriety, her stomach knotted at the aspect of living forever, of getting to do anything she wanted. Maybe it’s worth at least looking into, and if you don’t like it, you can just leave.

“I’m in!” A man called from within the bar. She hadn’t seen him before, but he looked competent enough to help in a fight, or at least competent enough to buy her a drink or two… or nine. She sighed, and shrugged her shoulders, Of course, an overzealous man, original. She looked around to see him asking a woman about half her size her name, at least I won’t be the only woman. “And, how about you? What can I call you?”

Guinevere sneered slightly, only to replace it with a flirtatious smile, and batting of her eyelashes “You’re welcome to call me anything you like,” She spoke softly, crossing her legs, and arching her back slightly. “Doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” She smiled and winked. She fought a laugh, and turned her attention back to the teenager. She took a large drink from the bottle of wine, it was sweet, with the same bitter after-taste of most wines, “You’re insane, you have to be what, seventeen? We have no idea if you’re telling the truth, and I’m fairly certain that you’re as drunk as I am right now, if not drunker.” She eyed him, judging him silently, he was tiny, no way he could hold his liquor like an O’Dwyer. She hopped down from the bar, and took a few steps to the door before the alcohol finally kicked in, “I’m in…” She turned towards the man. “and if it turns out you’re lying, I’m gonna cut out your liver while you’re asleep.” She smiled, and flashed a fake-sweet wink, and with a swift motion pulled a syringe with an odd clear liquid full of bubbles from the loose sleeve of her jacket, flashing it threateningly. “Guinevere.” She stated simply. She smiled, this time an honest, sincere smile, “When do we leave?”

“You’re insane, you have to be what, seventeen? We have no idea if you’re telling the truth, and I’m fairly certain that you’re as drunk as I am right now, if not drunker."

The tall, unhappy woman had spoken up. Lavistian's smile just grew even wider. She was right, and he knew it. They had no reason at all to trust him, but what reason did they have to not trust him? He maintained his personable grin, and spoke again.

"First of all, my dear woman, age is a quite terrible reason to not trust someone. In fact, I would tend to believe someone who is younger, say, than thirty years of age, sooner than one who is older than that. I would tend to guess that a younger person is less motivated by greed, and more by passion." At this, Lavistian paused to adjust his arm wrappings, the deep blue-green lines of ink had started to show from a few holes in the wrap. He then responded again, as if he could tell exactly what she had been thinking. "Your curiousity has gotten the better of you, hasn't it, love? You still don't believe me, but you are just too damn curious to give up this chance, not for this, not now?"

Lavistian smiled again. This was too easy. These people could fight, yes, or at least, stay calm in one. But they were coming along too easily. Whether it was sheer ambition that fueled them to join, or merely a lack of fighting spirit, Lavistian decided it was no longer important. They were willing, and the Professor would be able to weed out any who could not stand to take the journey.

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The din suddenly ended as Billie headed toward the stairs towards her room. She paused and blinked and heard a rough cowboy stand from the middle of a pile of groaning bodies and offer to buy drinks for any that would help him clean up the mess. He had gained a few bruises but seemed little worse for wear. Her eyes slipped to a struggling, screeching woman that the young man evidently wanted held. Bounty hunter? Billie’s nose wrinkled slightly.

The sensible man who had wisely stayed out of the fight greeted her. She smiled shyly, then remembered her grim-covered face. “Oh. Eliz…Billie. Billie Moltovani.”

She is interrupted from say anything more when then the singing man flipped up on top of the bar with the most extraordinary offer she’s ever heard. Greychilde! He said the expedition was for Professor Greychilde! Her extraordinary luck had come through luck yet again.

Almost immediately, the man that had greeted her volunteered as did a smith who had just walked into the bar and what could only be described as a giantess with pink hair and displaying far more leg than she was used to seeing. But then this was Blackhelm.

Billie raised her hand immediately, “Excuse me, but are you referring to THE Professor Greychilde? Will he be accompanying us? Can we meet him tonight?” Her eyes were bright with enthusiastic excitement. “If this is with Professor Greychilde, I most certainly wish to join.”

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Selleus had been busy putting tables and chairs back up while the acrobat had held his speech. The gun slinger for hire didn’t really pay any heed to it. Just another person trying to get more people killed for a lost cause. Most deaths were caused by scientist and their weird experiments in Selleus’ opinion. It was only when he heard the clang of cold hard cash fall on the bar that he looked up. There must have been a small fortune there. Quickly calculating his chances in getting rich the old fashion way and the few months needed to get this professor's job done Selleus spoke up himself.

“So, your saying I'll be be paid a fair sum. And what kind of sum might that be?” He spoke up while making his way to the bar. Most of the unconscious people had already been dragged either outside or in some corner. Selleus had earned a small break by now, at least in his opinion. Reaching the bar he snatched up one drink after the other and shot them down one by one. A big man with his drinking experience could handle his liquor. Selleus had rolled up his sleeves and gotten rid of his coat in the mean time. Making him look more casual as far as his squat features could make him look casual. His face still hold that blank expression that only told of bored interest. If the job paid as much as Selleus hoped it would he would make trice as much in the same amount of time going on this trip. He was more then mildly interested, but thought it better not to show.

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You've seen the movies, but it's different when you're the one getting hit in the crossfire.
You know you should stop the bleeding, you just don't know how.

Another grin spread across Lavistian's face. This was wonderful news. He had a crew. Together, they could make his and the Professor's dream come true. Today was a good day.

"Well, now that I've got a crew, I guess we best leave for the Professor's humble abode. We'll explain everything to you when we arrive. You can stay there for the night, and we'll depart in the morning." Lavistian beckoned for the door. The sun was down, and now the light from the three moons of Terra mingled with the dim, smoky light of streetlamps. The walk to the Professor's was not a long one, but it was up one of the steeper cliff-paths that lead to the north of Blackhelm. The journey would be tiresome without a drink or two along the way, and Lavistian maintained his firm grip on the jug of rum, and stepped out of the bar.

The trek up the path took him slightly longer than he expectected, due to his own drunken demeanor he fell several times, but never the less, they made it to the Professor's "humble abode," which was by no means humble. A vast Victorian-esque mansion with spires and arches spread out at the top of the cliff lay silhouetted against the moons. They all seemed to lay around it like a halo of sky-rock, Luna Major above it, Luna to the left, and Luna Minor to the right. There was not a single light in the entire estate, something that was scarcely seen. Lavistian's heart began to speed up as he dashed for the door, waving his hands to the others to follow him.

The door was unlocked, and partly ajar. This was bad. Lavistian's heartbeat grew faster and harder as his mind raced trying to draw a conclusion as to what could have happened. Third door on the left, he told himself subconsciously as he darted down the hallways of the mansion, and he crashed through the drawing room door without a second thought. Papers lay strewn across the floor, and furniture was overturned.

In front of Lavistian, Professor Vincent Ambrosius Greychilde lay dead. His oldest friend, his link to respectablity, dead. He dropped to his knees next to his fallen friend, tears burning at his eyes, flowing down his face like the blood that flowed down the Professor's chest. Three bullet holes bled onto the floor, and desk drawers and desks alike were thrown across the room. Lavistian closed the eyes of his friend, said a few hushed words in a foreign language, and stood to face the others.

"This, for anyone who doesn't know him, is Professor Vincent Ambrosius Greychilde, III, my oldest and closest friend," started Lavistian solemnly. "I don't know who exactly it was who killed him, but as my best guess, the Parliament of Palms is the culprit." He paused to inhale deeply, as if about to divulge a great secret. "You see, the Professor and I have been searching for something that the Parliament wants for itself. I'm sure you are all familiar with the story of the Ancient Race and the Lost City.

"Thousands of years ago, the Ancient Race lived on Terra, and for a time, it was good. They were beautiful, wise, and powerful. The world was pure, was clean. The greatest of their cities was Mir'Illen, the city of silver stars. They say that it was there that the greatest secret of the Ancient Race was kept- the Nectar of the Soul, the source of their immortality. Slowly, the Ancient Race faded away, and Mir'Illen faded away with them. And so, the story tells that he who finds Mir'Illen, the Lost City, is gifted with everlasting life."

Lavistian paused once more to observe reactions. "We found it. Or rather, we found the first clue that leads to the Lost City. And it seems that the Parliament knows that we have it. But what they don't know, is that I'm the one with the clue." At this, he pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket and waved it about.

"It's not safe to stay here now, we'll be heading to Mihael Aerodrome before sunrise now. The Hollow Wind lays in wait there, and from there, the Lost City."

Lavistian grinned, despite the tragedy before him and the hardships ahead of him.

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Guinevere smiled as the group, now consisting of the tiny girl, the singing man who had issued the proposal, the man who had asked her name, and the random stranger who had entered the bar, left on their way to this professor Greychilde. Although that smile quickly faded as they neared a large hill, it was replaced with a steady stream of obscenities interspersed with breathing heavily. The hill was made only more difficult by Guinevere’s lack of shoes, which she also cursed, she only wore shoes when she knew she would have to walk somewhere that would hurt her feet… like a steep, bumpy, stony hill. The top of the hill found the tall woman’s form trying desperately to keep up with the rest. The house that lay at the top of the hill was beautiful, and Gwen couldn’t help but stare, open mouthed at the so called humble abode. The vast expanse was just the kind of home she had always wanted, and maybe after this adventure, she would be able to afford to live in.

The scene that awaited her inside turned her stomach. The room the singer had led them to was ran-sacked, and a body lay in the center, identified as the professor. His blood pooled underneath his body, he had been dead for a while, long enough to bleed out. Guinevere had seen dead bodies before, so this was no surprise, although it was very uncomfortable to see one when she hadn’t prepared herself. She swallowed hard, wanting to say something, but no words came to mind.

She listened carefully to Lavistian’s tale of Mir’Illen, and the nectar of the soul, and of the clue. It was a lot of information to take in, she ground her teeth, she was promised everlasting life, not a chance to die. She sighed as her mind worked through the drunken haze to form coherent thoughts, Should I still be here? Should I follow this man? She had been betrayed before, so she was understandably reluctant. And now that the professor was dead, who knows unstable Lavistian could become, especially if they were as close as she thought. Gwen wanted to help, she wanted to do or say something that could help, but nothing came to mind, she couldn’t heal the professor, he was long dead, and she couldn’t get them to the aerodrome any faster; the only thing her connections were good for was getting more booze… which, come to think of it, if she was leaving this place, she would need a fair amount.

“I’ll meet you guys there, I rarely bring any of my possessions to a bar, and I’d like to have a change of clothes, and something to help calm my nerves.” She took a step back from the group. And brushed red-tipped blonde hair from her face, and again, it fell into the same place. “I’ll see you guys later.” She turned to make her way from the house.

“You’re insane, you have to be what, seventeen? We have no idea if you’re telling the truth, and I’m fairly certain that you’re as drunk as I am right now, if not drunker."

Raven was having a very good day until he heard that. Even though the comment wasn't aimed at him he thought What the hell is wrong with being 17? What makes you so high and mighty? Just cuz you got a few years on me don't make you any smarter. He pointedly refused to so much as look at her the rest of the way up the hill. He had other things to think about anyway, like Billie.

He tried to be as polite as possible, helping her up the hill, pointing out where to watch her step, even offering to help her carry her gear for her. He didn't make any attempt to hide that she interested him. She was older then him but he didn't much care, looking good was about all that was required to get his interest. He entirely ignored the rest of the group all the way up until he saw the house.

Raven had seen pretty big houses before and this one hardly interested him. What was in it, however, did interest him. He followed Lavistian in and grimaced when he was the dead body. He watched Lavistian while he told his story and thought they both must have gone insane. The Lost City was a myth, but if this guy was going to pay him to look for it, he didn't care. He watched the others and waited for their response.

"I’ll meet you guys there, I rarely bring any of my possessions to a bar, and I’d like to have a change of clothes, and something to help calm my nerves." The pink-haired chick, Guinevere he thought her name was, answered first, but Raven remained silent, wondering what to do with the extra time.

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Dagnir en Gurtha = Bane of Death in the Language of the Elves

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Selleus put some coin on the bar and gestured to the man behind it to give everyone still there a drink. He saw the group and his new contractor walk to the exit and quickly checked up with Madam Eve and the appeared random stranger who had made himself useful by keeping an eye on her. Although Selleus wasn’t quite sure on what part those eyes were kept on. His instructions were brief and simple. If he wanted to make some money he’d simply have to take her to Chorus, or let her go if the offer was good enough for him. “No hard feelings on my end ma’am, just doing my job.” Selleus mockingly smiled tipping the edge of his hat in a greeting gesture. Before leaving the Silver Could he had found himself a jug of water and took it with him. Alcohol had the tendency to dehydrate a man.

The track up the hill didn’t came as a shocking surprise to Selleus, the name Greychilde had been tossed around often around in his line of work. A rich man who mostly had dangerous jobs to offer. Some even against him. Power was like a two bladed dagger in Selleus’ eyes, if you did right you’d come a long way. But every bump in that road would bring a great many enemies with it. In the mean time he would take a good look over at the group he currently found himself in. With a particular interest in the male members, he was attracted to them, it was just that men always seemed more power hungry then woman. With the odd exception on the rule like Madam Eve. The blacksmith seemed a bit shady, someone who might have something to hide. The kid who was keeping with himself occupied with the ladies in the group seemed like a regular retard on the surface, but looks could always be deceiving. That thought turned his attention back to the leading man, Lavistian. For someone who offered them wealth and immortality he hadn’t seemed to question the quick reply of everyone now here present. For they knew he was luring them to be this mad scientists next batch of lab rats.

Having had long enough time to make up his mind about everyone Selleus made peace with his decision. Telling himself some out of town adventurous wild goose chase might do him some good. The mansion was coming into to view now and the size of it even stunned him for the briefest of seconds. Something the rarely occurred indeed, in his line of work it usually meant ending up in a pig stay between half starved creature normally used to make food out of. Selleus had used the method himself once or twice to get rid of a body. Lavistian’ s reaction was less assuring when they reached the door of the building and near automatic reflexes kicked in. Selleus unholstered both his pistols the in smooth well practiced manner that had saved his lives many times over. The third door on the left seemed slightly out of place, as if something was special about it. Not a second later Lavistian went through it and Selleus instantly didn’t like the way his instinct was kicking in. He had suspected trouble and now he was into it over his head.

There were no vital signs to be picked up from the cold body on the floor. Then again, all the blood that should have been in professor Greychilde’ s body was painted over the floor and soaked up by sheets of paper that seemed to have been spurn around by a hurricane. Someone had been looking for something that much was clear. “There have been two man here, or at least someone with two guns, although i think it’s less likely. One round has been a point 37 millimeter and the others are point 44 by the looks of it. The 44’s have been shot by a professional, they’re close together.” Having been in the business for twenty years had it’s advantages at some times. Although Selleus would admit this wasn’t the high point of his career. After his quick inspection of the corpse he noticed that the woman he had taken for a doctor of some sorts look disgusted. Selleus took it that it was aimed at him for bringing up an air of high knowledge about corpses instead of her letting do it. Feeling a tang of shame about this he excused himself to the doorway where he looked both ways to make sure there wasn’t anyone waiting for them. “Save fairy tales for bed time stories, we better get out of here before someone decides to come back and make sure the prof is dead.” Selleus felt greatly at unease, then again, he couldn’t really be blamed. Half an hour ago he had been drinking and hoping for easy money for the day. Instead he got someone talking big number and immortality from mythic place and a corpse on his hands.

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You've seen the movies, but it's different when you're the one getting hit in the crossfire.
You know you should stop the bleeding, you just don't know how.

Kat waited silently outside the house, She'd arrived just as she watched the large group enter. hiding conceled in the darkness, and foliage she notched her bow carefully and waited patiently for them to leave.
She had come from quite far north, the capital of meskus infact, where she had received a letter forwarded for her grandfather, asking him to come to this house, that they were in need of a good ranger to find some artifact or something. However work was work, and anyone who was able to get hold of her grandfather was trustworthy, and furthermore she could hardly dishonor his memory and not fufill the tasks he would have, so she came, and here she was outside the mansion with a VERY bad feeling. She smelt blood and gunpowder.

She wrapped her camoflaged cloak around her, and raised the hood, it was not exactly a warm night and the wind was picking up. Fortunatly she was downwind so it played to her advantage. No one would see her, and for sure no one would smell her. She took out a small rasher of dried meat from an easy acess pouch in her trenchcoat and gnawed on it, those things sure could keep you going.