Alkeni Synair

Yea, but here's the catch...

"No, nothing." Julian gave a respectful nod and left the room, taking the letter back, in case anyone demanded to know who he was and what he was doing here. He put the letter into his pocket. He could tell the Guildmaster and his fellow High Thieves thought he was mad, or arrogant. And arrogant he was, yes, but mad, no. There was more to the world than the standard views of thievery. Vilar's legacy was not just artifacts and ruins above the ground, and Julian aimed to make use of that.

In the meantime, though, he was going to need some kind of accomplice. He ordered a beer and a sandwich, then sat down at a table, scoping the room out.

The Adventures of the Greywood Company: A Tale of Heroes and Lost Legends

I would rather that in some instances, conversations lead to shorter posts. The kinds of delay such a collab post would create?

The Adventures of the Greywood Company: A Tale of Heroes and Lost Legends

Krauxis said
Ahahaha, why do I feel like there's already going to be some tension between the two riders in the Company? How's Ziria's tolerance for stupidity?

None. Fortunately for your character, Ziria is too busy with Satyana (her pegasus) to berate her just yet.

The Adventures of the Greywood Company: A Tale of Heroes and Lost Legends

Its okay for people to take my character over for a moment, for basic stuff, but they need to keep true to her personality.

Yea, but here's the catch...

"Well, I'm here for a singular job." Julian considered not telling them the target, but there really wasn't a point in not. As long as he didn't tell them how he planned to get inside, they could know all they wanted.

"I'm here on contract to steal the Baron Kaskar's statuette of Empress Kristina V." Which was in a way, true. The legendary platinium, gem-studded, exquisitely carved (and magically enchanted) statuette had been something people had been hiring the guilds to try and steal for over a century, but the Baron's defenss against theft were formidable. The contract had been kept on the books, even after the Guilds had largely given up on trying to get it, mostly as an object lesson to the newer thieves that there were some things they could not take. "Obviously, It would be poor form for me to not pay my respects to the local Guildmaster before starting. And of course, now you know you can hold me to receiving your cut of the take."

He knew that they would find him either mad or insanely arrogant, but he really didn't care. He could handle the baron's castle, now that he knew what he knew.

The Adventures of the Greywood Company: A Tale of Heroes and Lost Legends

Ziria came back to the camp after some time in the city and rolled her eyes at their erstwhile leader. What the hell the leadership of the company was thinking putting him in charge of this section, she had no idea. Then again, she was here, under his authority, so what the hell was she thinking. Going over to her pegasus, Ziria already knew the answer, not that it changed how much this whole damn stupid situation frustrated her. Besides, she had no clue what she was going to do once she finally jumped ship from the company. She'd agreed to come here, where Aventus was setting up - and doomed to fail - this new branch of the Company, because it was likely an easy place to duck out of the company and back into the rest of he world. She could go a lot of places from here. Maybe somewhere more interesting than this part of the world. Just a handful of city-states, a bunch of empty wildness dotted by the occasional town, and one country of any real note. That was one of the problems with the company not getting enough work. Mercenaries couldn't expect just to get work fighting bandits and shit. They needed war. Even a cursory reading of history made that clear.

"Signs, Aventus? Really? You couldn't have gone for something even less creative?" Ziria started to brush her steed, which whinned softly in response. she didn't really pay any attention to any response from Aventus. Nothing he could say on the subject would be relevant or interesting. As far as she was concerned, he had the intellectual capacity of a small bug. And the imagination to match, clearly.

Ziria, as usual, wore her black riding gear, as well as robes over them. She was rarely seen in other clothes, except when asleep, and depending on the cirumstances - if they were expecting a fight the next day, or there was a chance of a night attack, she would just sleep in that anyway, rather than waste precious time fumbling around for her equipment, The dagger she never used was at her belt - habits drilled into her by the company died hard, its seemed. While it was impractical for a pegasus rider, she kept her black hair long, not willing to conceed a minor vanity she allowed herself. The greater vanity was her application of makeup to make her appear pale - she had indeed been that pale while studying, but her life as a mercenary had ended up leading to more time in the sunlight than she had had before. She didn't just wear the pale-makeup out of some contrary desire to remain pale, though. She wore it because it tended to keep people away, which was just the way she wanted it, by and large.

Eventually, as other things happened around her that she only paid partial attention to, she was done tending to her steeds needs, feeding it an apple.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

Okay, i hate to do this, but it turns out, I did not properly appreciate just how much of my time the various papers, etc, that I have would take out of my day. I'm going to have to pull out of this. Im sorry.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

Okay, i hate to do this, but it turns out, I did not properly appreciate just how much of my time the various papers, etc, that I have would take out of my day. I'm going to have to pull out of this. Im sorry.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

"Of course. There is room at my residence, reserved just such for visitors of status. A feast shall have the best my people can bring as well," Cerian led them to the rooms he entioned.

Yea, but here's the catch...

As Julian entered, he held up a hand in a nonthreatening position, and then retrieved the letter again, holding it out to them. There was no rule saying he had to come by here, except that there were two practical considerations. For one, this was beyond a doubt a two person job, so this was the best place to get help. Secondly, it was just good manners. Poaching from another Guild's turf was a surefire way to start problems. If you came, made the proper respects and promised them their due 3% cut of any take and then left after the job was done - or switched your status to being a member of the local guild - then things balanced out fairly well, at the end of the day.