The mercenary of the wind shook the captain's hand firmly, satisfied with how the bartering had went. He nodded and rolled the unwanted pelts tightly and slid them into his sack. "Very well, I'm thinking I'll meet you back here a little after dawn tomorrow!" With that, he placed the rest of the money down on the make shift counter and turned to leave, waving over his shoulder as he adjusted his pack.
'Well that could have been worse' Darious thought to himself as he climbed the steps of his favored inn for this city "The Wheelhouse" It was a clean, respectable inn with a welcoming grand hall and bar situated on a hill overlooking the rolling planes that led to the jagged mountains he would find himself so buried in for he next few days. Well he hoped it would only be for a few days in any case.
It was in a quaint location, "The Wheelhouse" was, and Darious had often complimented the owners for their keen eyes. It overlooked the rolling plains and great mountains on one side, and the bustling central hub of the market on the other. While the great palace could be seen as well.
He greeted the inn keeper and the serving girls with a warm smile, as he always did and before he was even seated, Linda, one of the serving girls was picking her way through the tables with a mug of mead. "Ahh Linda!" he greeted with a smile as she set the mead in front of him " I've got something for your mother with me" With that he retrieved remaining pelts from his sack and handed it to the striking redhead and at once, her eyes danced over the pelts as she smiled. "Thanks Dar, She's not in right now, but I'll make sure she gets it OK honey? Will you be needing a room as well?"
'Honey?' Oh if she only knew! He smiled at that thought then replied "Yeah, but only for tonight, oh and a hot bath for this evening too please!" She nodded slyly, as if lingering on some taboo thoughts, and then jotted down his order for lunch before disappearing into the kitchen with the pelts.
As always, the meal was impeccable, and after another glass of mead, Darious gave Linda his order for the rations he would take with him into the mountains and once it was all paid for, he secured his pack in his room and was gone again into the market.
He had pointedly noted on his previous journey how bored he got of eating berries and mushrooms and the few small hares he had snared so he had decided to get himself a hunting bow and some arrows which would allow for hunting larger game that made for better eating. Now this mercenary was no marksman of course, but he had enough skill with a bow from his earlier years to hunt and so he set out in search of a local Fletcher and purchased a hunting bow and some arrows.
When Linda's mother found out what he had paid for something like that she scolded him the way only motherly folks do and explained that there were several bows he could have chosen from in her storage cellar and through her insistence, he returned the bow to the Fletcher 'You take that lousy thing back this instant young man' she had said. 'Waste of coin' she had blabbered and so, he was given one from the inn in exchange for the pelts he had given them. That bow was finer than any he had seen at the Fletcher so he gladly accepted it.
Darious looked over his supplies as the girls drew his bath for him, Everything was ready. Tomorrow he would be off again, but tonight, he would rest in full comfort. The bath was heavenly, the dinner even more so and the bed, oh the bed, He would sleep like a king that night.
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I enjoy a good story! Even more so if it's intriguing enough to suck me right into it, as though I were there alongside the characters. I've been through a wide range of characters over the years and often if I am joining a story I'll ask around as to what the others feel they are missing in the story character wise and develop one to fill in any gaps.
OOC chatter is good too if people aren't in the mood to be in character, right? Writing is based off a lot of things and how people are feeling at a particular time can impact their IC writing drastically. Some people prefer planning certain things out OOC and I'm ok with that also.
I guess I'd say I'm very opened minded. Always encouraging newer writers to just start writing. Details or the etiquette of their writing doesn't really matter much to me! only that they are getting it out.
I'm open to writing for a wide range of genres, but I will specify this though! I live in reality, so I do not enjoy writing about it. Mostly fantasy and anything that does not feel too real.
I'm a fantasy writer at heart though, and I enjoy planning out worlds to base novels and stories in ahead of time, so that when I am ready, I can just focus on the story writing while not having to worry about how anything in particular will fit into the world or worlds the story is set in. Probably one of the downsides to this preference is that world building can take a long time!
OOC chatter is good too if people aren't in the mood to be in character, right? Writing is based off a lot of things and how people are feeling at a particular time can impact their IC writing drastically. Some people prefer planning certain things out OOC and I'm ok with that also.
I guess I'd say I'm very opened minded. Always encouraging newer writers to just start writing. Details or the etiquette of their writing doesn't really matter much to me! only that they are getting it out.
I'm open to writing for a wide range of genres, but I will specify this though! I live in reality, so I do not enjoy writing about it. Mostly fantasy and anything that does not feel too real.
I'm a fantasy writer at heart though, and I enjoy planning out worlds to base novels and stories in ahead of time, so that when I am ready, I can just focus on the story writing while not having to worry about how anything in particular will fit into the world or worlds the story is set in. Probably one of the downsides to this preference is that world building can take a long time!
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sorry for the delay. put a post is up.
The reptilian creature seemed far more welcoming and accommodating to Darious than the captain as he watched it from its perch a top the man's shoulder before sliding a piece of meat from the last of his skewer and carefully offering it to the captain's companion hoping he wouldn't lose a finger in the process.
As the captain appeared to reach for his sword the mercenary didn't flinch or reach for his own blade, instead, calmly considered the way the seasoned captain moved as his hand reached into his coat pocket and presented the rolling papers.
And so began the bartering process, It was expected really, any half decent merchant should barter and Darious would have looked for another if he felt that the captain would be a push over. He nodded at the price for the Tobacco and rolling papers. Adding a few for bits on top of the initial price for all of the papers. "The bits I can do, but I'm afraid I've no sky stone here with me, Kind of difficult for me to lug that around in this region wouldn't you say? A lot of eyes lurking about." He offered a chuckle then continued "Nope, no skystone but, I can add two gold talents and some exotic pelts if you're interested... and one final gold talent if you get me there in a day?"
His eyes glistened as he dropped his pack to the ground and extracted the pelts for the captain of the Bloated Weasel to consider. Each pelt would fetch at least a gold talent at the tailors, but what was a modest mercenary to do? He had to get up to the mountains and the look of this captain implied that he wouldn't ask too many questions.
"Won't need to leave till tomorrow morning though, I've been on the road for a bit and I fancy a comfortable bed and a hot bath before I set out again. Darious scratched at his stubble as his eyes wandered the market. One could never be too careful around places like these, especially if people think there's a travelling pack full of goodies to be had.
"What say you Captain?" he offered a hand to him " Do I have myself a ship?"
As the captain appeared to reach for his sword the mercenary didn't flinch or reach for his own blade, instead, calmly considered the way the seasoned captain moved as his hand reached into his coat pocket and presented the rolling papers.
And so began the bartering process, It was expected really, any half decent merchant should barter and Darious would have looked for another if he felt that the captain would be a push over. He nodded at the price for the Tobacco and rolling papers. Adding a few for bits on top of the initial price for all of the papers. "The bits I can do, but I'm afraid I've no sky stone here with me, Kind of difficult for me to lug that around in this region wouldn't you say? A lot of eyes lurking about." He offered a chuckle then continued "Nope, no skystone but, I can add two gold talents and some exotic pelts if you're interested... and one final gold talent if you get me there in a day?"
His eyes glistened as he dropped his pack to the ground and extracted the pelts for the captain of the Bloated Weasel to consider. Each pelt would fetch at least a gold talent at the tailors, but what was a modest mercenary to do? He had to get up to the mountains and the look of this captain implied that he wouldn't ask too many questions.
"Won't need to leave till tomorrow morning though, I've been on the road for a bit and I fancy a comfortable bed and a hot bath before I set out again. Darious scratched at his stubble as his eyes wandered the market. One could never be too careful around places like these, especially if people think there's a travelling pack full of goodies to be had.
"What say you Captain?" he offered a hand to him " Do I have myself a ship?"
Yevin said
Just came back from watching the legos movieIt's hilarious!
it looked quite funny. glad you enjoyed it.
ahh thank you. feels good to write again.
well first post is up, i can easily edit anything if i have to, just let me know.
Darious scratched at the stubble under his chin and readjusted the straps of his pack. How long had it taken him to acquire the items on his latest client's list who was marching with the regiment detachment in the mountains? The exotic herbs and spices, some of the rarest mountain roots of the region, and all that mixed with the right fluids then crystallized made for one of the most potent stimulants he could think of.
He gathered that at least a week had been gone since he set off and the contact had requested he deliver the goods as well. 'Oh the things I will do for money' he chastised himself as he wandered the outskirts of Lan's bustling market. These gathering expeditions were not among his most favorite contracts to take, but the business of narcotics was one of the most profitable, and despite the displeasure of his journey, he had managed to get a few exotic animal pelts that would fetch a fair price as well.
It was good to be back with civilization. A week of camping along the rocky cliff sides had left him desirous of a hot bath, a soft bed and a good meal! Yes civilization was good for the most part but already he had thwarted two attempts of robbery leaving the would be robbers in moaning crumpled heaps ...amateurs... and turned away numerous harlots and their discounted offers.
It was not as if the mercenary dressed like some prissy noble or anything, but yet, he always seemed to attract would be thieves and countless whores like moths to a flame. In actual fact despite his traveling pack and the modest coin purse tucked away under his tunic, the only other thing he considered valuable on his person was the golden pendant fashioned in the likeness of a hooded female nomad around his neck which he so frequently tugged at absently. It seemed he held more value over it than perhaps it was actually worth.
The pendant was perhaps one of the only things he had left of his deceased family. Well that, and his sword of course. Both had been family heirlooms and he treasured them more than his own life. To lift even one, let alone both items a thief would have to get past two very skilled hands and the well conditioned body and reflexes of an accomplished mercenary. It would be quite the feat for an average street punk thief.
He paused as enticing smells of smoked meats and steamed vegetables filled his nostrils and after stopping at a food stall to purchase a skewer of smoked meats, was soon on his way again. It was nothing special, just a snack that would hold him until he managed to check himself into a decent inn. Oh how he longed for a hot bath and a well prepared meal, but for now, the mercenary of the wind had other business to attend to. He would have to secure transport up into the mountains where he would then have to track down the battalions that were stationed there so he could deliver the goods and receive the other half of his payment to be done with this horrid task once and for all.
At the heart of Lan's market, is where he found himself and after a few more stops to browse and barter he found his way over to a vender who had just finished setting up and appeared to be selling fresh tobacco and everything in between. The man had the look of an airship captain and sure enough, as Darious craned his neck upwards his eyes settled on the man's vessel so intriguingly titled "The Bloated Weasel". In a sense, airship captains were not that much different than mercenaries, and the majority of the ones he had come across were more than willing to charter their vessels out... for the right price of course. All crooked, the lot of them, mercenaries and captains alike, but business was business.
With a respectful nod Darious’ eyes scanned the man tending the stall “Good afternoon sir!” The travel worn mercenary offered before glancing over the items on display. Although his face was stubbly and smudged with dirt Darious offered his best smile to the vender then held a tobacco pouch up to his nose and in haled the sweet aroma deeply. “I’ll take this pouch here and some rolling papers if you've got them!”
Deep blue eyes flicked to the sword nestled about the man’s waist and he continued, sweeping his hand upwards towards the airship “I’m also curious to know if you’re the captain of this fine ship? I find myself in need of transport up into the mountains.” He moved his hand towards the jagged looming mountainside in the distance where the last rendezvous point with his contact had been discussed.
He gathered that at least a week had been gone since he set off and the contact had requested he deliver the goods as well. 'Oh the things I will do for money' he chastised himself as he wandered the outskirts of Lan's bustling market. These gathering expeditions were not among his most favorite contracts to take, but the business of narcotics was one of the most profitable, and despite the displeasure of his journey, he had managed to get a few exotic animal pelts that would fetch a fair price as well.
It was good to be back with civilization. A week of camping along the rocky cliff sides had left him desirous of a hot bath, a soft bed and a good meal! Yes civilization was good for the most part but already he had thwarted two attempts of robbery leaving the would be robbers in moaning crumpled heaps ...amateurs... and turned away numerous harlots and their discounted offers.
It was not as if the mercenary dressed like some prissy noble or anything, but yet, he always seemed to attract would be thieves and countless whores like moths to a flame. In actual fact despite his traveling pack and the modest coin purse tucked away under his tunic, the only other thing he considered valuable on his person was the golden pendant fashioned in the likeness of a hooded female nomad around his neck which he so frequently tugged at absently. It seemed he held more value over it than perhaps it was actually worth.
The pendant was perhaps one of the only things he had left of his deceased family. Well that, and his sword of course. Both had been family heirlooms and he treasured them more than his own life. To lift even one, let alone both items a thief would have to get past two very skilled hands and the well conditioned body and reflexes of an accomplished mercenary. It would be quite the feat for an average street punk thief.
He paused as enticing smells of smoked meats and steamed vegetables filled his nostrils and after stopping at a food stall to purchase a skewer of smoked meats, was soon on his way again. It was nothing special, just a snack that would hold him until he managed to check himself into a decent inn. Oh how he longed for a hot bath and a well prepared meal, but for now, the mercenary of the wind had other business to attend to. He would have to secure transport up into the mountains where he would then have to track down the battalions that were stationed there so he could deliver the goods and receive the other half of his payment to be done with this horrid task once and for all.
At the heart of Lan's market, is where he found himself and after a few more stops to browse and barter he found his way over to a vender who had just finished setting up and appeared to be selling fresh tobacco and everything in between. The man had the look of an airship captain and sure enough, as Darious craned his neck upwards his eyes settled on the man's vessel so intriguingly titled "The Bloated Weasel". In a sense, airship captains were not that much different than mercenaries, and the majority of the ones he had come across were more than willing to charter their vessels out... for the right price of course. All crooked, the lot of them, mercenaries and captains alike, but business was business.
With a respectful nod Darious’ eyes scanned the man tending the stall “Good afternoon sir!” The travel worn mercenary offered before glancing over the items on display. Although his face was stubbly and smudged with dirt Darious offered his best smile to the vender then held a tobacco pouch up to his nose and in haled the sweet aroma deeply. “I’ll take this pouch here and some rolling papers if you've got them!”
Deep blue eyes flicked to the sword nestled about the man’s waist and he continued, sweeping his hand upwards towards the airship “I’m also curious to know if you’re the captain of this fine ship? I find myself in need of transport up into the mountains.” He moved his hand towards the jagged looming mountainside in the distance where the last rendezvous point with his contact had been discussed.
I was going to take all the IC's so far to work with me tonight on my flash-drive, and flesh out my first post. I'll just adjust it after your latest Gisk. But for now; Darious' will visit the market and see about hiring Yevin's character to get his special order to a contact in the fleeing regicide just to get things rolling and we'll take it from there.
Eyeris said
Right! Bad-ass goat herder! :D
not to mention you're character is a hott goat herder!!
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