Heroes for Hire

[Echoes of Old]

Syiber decided almost instantaneously that he didn't like the ice elemental. He had only ever met one that he liked, and she was dead now. Syiber mentally shook of the memory, and started walking. As he passed Veronelle, he shoved the bounty at her and said, "Call me if you need me." He needed to get out of the sewer, and fast. Get the hell as far away from the elemental as he could. Of course, knowing his luck, she'd be tagging right along behind him the entire way. Syiber did admit to himself that she'd be handy in taking out the camp, But he was more than capable of handling it on his own. Fighting was his life. It was all he knew.

[ProfessorNemo]

We find Jason entering a rundown tavern as a heavy rain begins to cover the city. A heavy smoke fills the air of the tavern as all eyes turn toward Jason. With a smile and a wave,Jason heads over to the bar counter as he approaches with a flyer in his hand.

"Hello,I just have a quick question for you. Is this the town where the Warmongers Guild are located at ?" Jason says ignoring the hateful glares and judging stares from the other customers.

The Barkeeper picks up an empty shot glass as he begins to size the young man up. "Maybe it is,maybe it's not. What's it to you ?" The man asks as he begins to clean the shot glass with a dirty rag.

"Simple,I plan to join them." Jason says bluntly. The whole bar bursts out into laughter at Jason's comment. Even the Barkeeper cracks a smile as the begin to talk about the guild. "He's talking about the guild in the sewers right ? Not even enough people to call it a guild." The customers of the tavern say outloud as Jason begins to head for the door. Just as he's about to leave a large,muscular man grabs his shoulder. As Jason turns to face the man all he can see is the man's fist just before he lands his blow.

The force of the blow throws him againts the the tavern wall as the man cracks his knuckles. "We don't need anymore rookies stealing the jobs of us bounty hunters. Why don't you go back where you came from before you get hurt." The ruffian says as he returns to his table. All eyes turn from the ruffian back to the young man as he slowly begins to stand. He begins to dust himself off as he heads for the large bounty hunters table. Everyone begins to back away from the two,making sure not to get caught up in the upcoming fight.

The bounty hunter flips his table as he gets on his feet ready for a fight. Jason is now inches away from him as he continues to smile. "Normally I don't fight when I'm insulted...however I won't let you insult my guild." Jason says as he balls up his fists. With on quick strike,Jason punches the man in the stomach. The man flies straight into the wall behind him as he leaves a large imprint of his body into the wall. Everyone in the bar goes silent as Jason walk over to the man.

Putting a hand on the man's neck,Jason can feel the vibrations of his heartbeat as he confirms he's still alive. Looking down Jason also finds the man's bag of gold (30 Pieces) as he claims it for himself. "I'll be taking this as an apology for hitting me and for what you said." Jason says as he finally leaves the bar. With some gold in his pocket and a quick workout,Jason finds the nearest sewer gate ready to find the Guild.

[Artsydaze]

Shaking her head at the male's antics, Veronelle turned to her fellow female and smiled sweetly as she seized up and down with a sweep of her grey eyes.

“So you wanna join the guild? Perfect! We are mercenary of sorts that take care of other's problems by force for gold and we are just getting started! So if you would go with me to the board I'll show you what you need to know.” The woman said as she stalked to the notice board nearby, pointing first the form to fill and the basic rules while explaining all the while.

“...and then we get to the fee... I guess you don't have ten gold pieced hidden on your person, do you...? Well, no matter, that guy's hatchet will make up for it! Now to get started, take that quill over there as well as that inkwell and fill up that form...”

The process took over an hour but, after some mishaps with the quill and a few drops of frozen ink they were done.

“Excellent! So, do you have any preference for your first mission?” Veronelle asked the elemental, tilting her head curiously.

[Cleverbird]

Shione kinda wanted to follow the darkly clad man, he seemed like a nice guy! But the woman managed to grab her attention with more questions she didn't quite understand. Filling out the form went even worse, Shione couldn't make head nor tail out of the weird scribblings, after all, she was an Elemental, nobody had ever taught her to read. Shione couldn't help but giggle a little as she doodled across the paper, she'd never seen ink before and the mere act of writing (it wasn't really writing, she merely scribbled stuff on the paper where Veronelle told her to write something) was fun. In the end, you had a form that might as well have been filled by a 5 year old.

"Mission?" Thione asked, tilting her head together with Veronelle. "Eeeuhm... Shione would like to follow the dark man!" She declared happily.

[Echoes of Old]

Syiber was perched on a branch a mile or two out of town. It was completely dark at this point, and Syiber couldn't quite see how many people were in the camp. It was small, four tents in all. A fire in the middle illuminated three men, but Syiber couldn't see beyond that. His plan was to wait, and take the guard out with a well placed bow shot. Once the guard had been eliminated....Well, he hadn't thought that far ahead. He'd get there when he got there. He unslung his bow, and checked it over. If he missed the shot, it would complicate things. Bow seems to be in good shape...string intact... the crack on the arm hasn't widened much.

Syiber ran a hand over his bow and sighed. It was a beautiful bow. Almost as beautiful as Veronelle. Syiber shook his head. Where did that come from? He quietly growled at himself. This wasn't the time for women. They distracted him too much. He hadn't had time for the opposite gender since... He shifted around, no wanting to think about it. He waited patiently until the camp turned in.

[Artsydaze]

Giggling softly at the elemental's growing fascination with the gruff man, Veronelle shrugged as she said;

"Do as you wish, though he may not appreciate it, men are often stubborn like that and refuse help of any kind." She shook her head as she examined the notice board, reviewing the tasks that were already on it and scowling at the lack of variety. Then again, it was not like she had had much time to properly explore her new city for them... She would have to remedy to that! Looking at her dark surrounding with mild distaste, she decided on a course of action and nodded to herself once more.

"I'm going out, don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She said to the other female as she walked with a slight skip in her steps to the outside world.

As she ascended the ladder leading to the city of Granarium and into a day of spying and pestering passerby, her favorite activities. First she would have to go to the local Tavern and get something to eat and maybe find a bath to use... With that set in her mind she walked with purpose to the rowdy establishment, eyes alert for any potential contracts she may find.

[Azathoth]

The sounds and smells of the satirically named Local Tavern assaulted Claire as she sat in one of the booths by herself. A variety of different men had approached her with quite lascivious offers, but her cold stare turned most of them away, those that were too stupid or too drunk to leave her alone were quickly taught the error of their ways by a well placed kick between the legs. She sipped from her second mug of mead, she didn't drink anything more potent in a public establishment, that was a good way to wake up in an alley. The Warmongers Guild, that was why Claire was still in Granarium. She had heard it was new, and had no real sway as of yet, it was perfect. Why join some guild where she was on the bottom rung and would stay there for years when she could be a top member in a brand new guild and make it great? She had the form and the admission fee, the former sat on the table in front of her as she sipped from her mug, she was just planning on waiting a little and seeing what she could pick up from the locals before seeking out the guild in the sewers.
Most of what I am hearing is rather derogatory, she thought. I suppose that is to be expected though, they are rather new and none respect the new. A barmaid was walking by and Claire waved her over. "Could I get another mug and whatever you happen to be serving at this hour?" she asked, putting a few gold coins on the table, which the barmaid quickly scooped up with a friendly smile.
"Why of course Miss," she said before disappearing into the crowd of other patrons.

[Echoes of Old]

The time had come. There was only one guard stationed, and Syber saw his chance to strike. He nocked an arrow, took aim, and fired at the guard. He dropped without a sound. Syiber hurried forward, and did a quick scan of the camp. There was one tent that was set aside as the equipment tent, and Syiber saw an easy way to deal with the camp. He grabbed a couple left over bottles of liquor, and pulled the stops out. He doused the tents in alcohol, and set fire to them. In short, the camp never saw him coming. When everything calmed down, Syiber looted the camp, and carried the spoils back to the guild HQ. (Will go into more detail when Syiber gives his report)