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Nikolas Maxwell

Earlier that day

It was crowed in the grand plaza, people tightly packed in all here to hear the emperors speech. The feelings of worry and concern hung heavy in the air. The news of these invaders had a lot of people of worked up which was understandable. But in his years of life and unlife had lead him to think there was more to it then people simply invading, an army simply doesn't invade for the sake of it. But whatever the reason it wasn't Nikolas concern was a fat short old man standing next to him was all that mattered him right now.

For that fat old man was paying Nikolas to protect him. The old man being some minor noble, locked in some feud with some other minor noble. Nikolas's charge worried his rival would send assassins to deal with him. Nikolas didn't really care either way, the noble was willing to meet his price and paid on time and in full each week. Not to mention the noble provided with Nikolas with food and board. Not that he really needed them food these days food had no flavour. Although the drink he provided was good enough to get him drunk after several dozen mugs. As to how it got him drunk Nikolas had no idea. Maybe it was the god of death cutting him a little slack and giving something he could enjoy like he had in life.

Whatever it was he had to be careful while drinking given if he got to drunk he might let it slip he was not alive and was only still in the world thought powerful magic. That the god of death incarnates had placed on him. The living always seemed to fixate on the fact he undead and looked like a zombie. The fact his mind was still his and he didn't mindlessly attack people and eat their flesh.

So here he stood in the plaza surrounded in by the living, dressed in his armour his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he watched for threats to his charge. A task if he wasn't being paid for he rather be anywhere else. Whatever the emperor had to say didn't interest Nikolas given this wasn't the first time he had heard an emperor make a speech. Still given he have no choice but to listen he paid it some attention. 

Once it was over Nikolas noticed a lot of little arguments break out along with a few small fights. Sadly for Nikolas his charge got into an argument with a group of young men next to him. An argument Nikolas quickly had to step in the middle of with his sword out and raised.
"Back off you lot, that's your only warning." Nikolas stated in a threatening tone. Stepping in front of his charge. The young men looking Nikolas over once before backing down seemingly unwilling to pick a fight with someone was was armed and armoured. Or maybe it was the guards that already began to move into the crowd to break up any fights. 

Sheathing his blade Nikolas heard his charge tell him he was headed to the inn they where staying at Nikolas nodding once as he turned to follow the minor lord. Unaware that he and his charge where being followed by a group several well armed assassins and a pair of magic user What would happen next would leave Nikolas out of job. 

Later that night

The rest of the day had been a real mess for Nikolas, as he now sat in the inn, jobless staring at his 3rd cup of cheap ale. The old minor lord had been kicked by a barge of ice spikes, while several assassins kept Nikolas distracted in melee combat. Even as he cut down a couple of the assassins he couldn't stop the magic users form killing the lord. Once the lord was dead the assassin back off while the magic users distracted Nikolas before retreating as well. Leaving the undead warrior alone with with his now dead charge. 

The fight had drawn in the guards who questioned Nikolas for several hours before he was able to convince them he wasn't the guilty party. Only letting him go, when the assassins where discovered to part of guild that had been causing trouble in the empire for sometime. A guild Nikolas had tangled with a few times so learning that wasn't surprised they had let him live, well as close as he could get.
Still it didn't help him now, as he needed work again at some point. The coin he had earned of the minor lord wouldn't last for ever.
"So back to square one. Been a while since I've in the Imperial city without work. Hopefully my what little reputation I've maintained as reached here. Oh well I've got a few day's that lord paid for a room and I plan on using it. No point on letting go to waste. At least the innkeeper didn't mind me staying in the room." he thought downing another mug ale which was a little hard as he was still in his armour. So he split some of it down the front of it, but at this point he didn't care.
"Another drink!" he told a passing barmaid the undead soldier words slurred oh so slightly, his plan was to drink the night away while he worked out what he'd do with himself. He knew there was work out there it was just a matter of finding it. But Nikolas hoped it just fall into his lap and save him the trouble of looking.
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