Fetzen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

'hands @The Fated Fallen a lightsaber and lets An-Hasst behind the wheel of his ultra-high-firing-rate godlike-shielded laser blaster array*

Alright. Let's benchmark this hand! Are you ready ?

Nocturne

Hatuum made a waving gesture with his left hand, indicating that the matter was essentially dealt with for him. "As you can see, I have survived without suffering any physical harm. I think that is what counts on the bottom line ? I can understand that people feel uneasy when they see me and I am, though unfortunately, rather used to this kind of behaviour. However you can trust me that I don't intend and never had the intention to use my few extra feet and several hundred extra pounds to threaten you or anybody else. Even with weapons it would be quite a bit foolish to do such a thing here, wouldn't it ? It would be overly daring to attempt this against an entire group of mercenaries in general, no matter the location."

The man arched an eyebrow and spent several seconds on looking at Amiartys before continuing with the actual topic. "So, a mercenary leader. Well..." Hatuum put his right leg on top of the left one. "Than we are not that different after all. I too am a... mercenary... leader, with the exception being that my 'group' consists of only one member." Logic would dictate that this single and only member could only be Hatuum himself. It wasn't a lie after all - just a bit of an unprecise, generalized wording. He wasn't eager to completely and directly let Amiartys or any of his companions in on the fact that he was an assassin. "I could imagine that one of the upcoming things could be either me asking if you'd have a job for me or you asking if I'd be willing to accept one."

@Blubaron45

Heroically heroic heroes on an adventurous adventure!

"Huge ? You call this thing huge ? This is a bloody, rotten nutshell!" Vekyzz snatched the reins out of Baxxink's tiny hands presenting them to him. Well... the demon knew how not to avoid any imperfection in the road's surface. The demon apparently really was much more interesting in optimizing the straightness of their path than in saving them and the coach from any shocks.

Then there was a sudden pain in the demon's flank. Did one of bolts penetrate the coach's wall and hit him ? Then his head wouldn't be safe either despite the fact that he was ducking so hard that only his horns were reaching above the roof... A glance downwards and he discovered the truth. That... greddy, little... useless goblin! Vekyzz bared his teeth and reached for Baxxink's wrist in one rapid movement. It stopped to be visible beneath the demon's fingers and he certainly was applying a vice grip from hell. "You..." was the only word he forced out between his lips, his voice trembling with only halfway suppressed anger.

@Halvtand
Before being able to finally decide and crush the bone in his hand though, their pursuers managed to draw Vekyzz' attention. They were in trouble. Huge trouble. Two against many was a situation that could become critical very quickly and hopefully he didn't need to tell this to his companion.
"Jump onto the horse and leave some space for me! I'll disconnect this heap of junk so we can go faster!"

Nocturne

Why does seemingly everyone think or insinuate that Hatuum's eager to threaten or even attack someone ? He hasn't even got any weapons with him...

Nocturne

@Fetzen

Oh... he caught on to his false smiling. Also, I have a feeling that he and Alenios will not get along... he'll still probably your guy if he's effective in combat as he looks.

@Claw2k11

Well... Hatuum is not really fast. How can he ? However you probably don't want to get caught by one of his hands.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"Well... if you want to be remembered about how it is to... explore the wilderness et cetera... then the first step is to stop this senseless singing. It's not part of any usual adventure, so you'd contaminate your own memories by continuing doing it. Alright ?" An-Hasst grinned behind both ears, revealing his large and quite sharp teeth towards Ursaren and being perfectly aware of his bluntness.

The Skayleigh didn't like the swamp. His feet dug into it until the murky water was up to his waist - which was situated a considerable lot higher than those of the others. The distance itself did hardly impress him, but the swamp rapidly developed into a major annoyance. An-Hasst's mood ultimately hit the point when he yelled at Calanon, asking if he'd allow him to sit on Brogach's back again. Not that the Skayleigh expected 'yes' to be a probable answer. Others likely would become eager to raise themselves to that level of comfort as well.

@POOHEAD189@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@Banana

Nocturne

Hatuum had to make a considerable effort to stop himself from smirking. Was anyone one the persons in front of him aware of how much unvarnished... unfriendliness... they had just released towards him ? Well of course he could be wrong objectively, but for subjective feelings nothing but one's own and current point of view was relevant.

First of all there was this Alenios or whoever he was. Admittedly, Hatuum didn't have much to do with politics and courtly affairs - at least not from an 'ordinary' point of view. He wasn't completely aware of the man's role here, but suspecting someone of having an intent to satisfy multiple desires while that someone had hardly done anything more but to say 'hello' was quite unexpected. And then the man lost track of his schedule on when to pretend which positive emotion. All this smiling - all this false smiling.

Amiartys, the one he had initially addressed, appeared to be of a much more friendly kind. The person appearing behind him and being called Mycandros however was not. It didn't escape Hatuum's attention that the vampire had been very close to openly threatening him with his impressive long sword and the giant was quite glad about Amiartys stopping the hostility while it was still in its subtle infancy. The vampire bodyguard or whatever he was had already earned his place on the list of possibly dangerous persons though. Hatuum had been hesitant enough not to carry a weapon in here. That was with the exception of his own body of course. Quite a lot of people probably considered him to be a weapon himself. He didn't. Raw flesh was pretty defenseless against a sharp blade, no matter how much there was available of it. Hatuum had blasted his way through a few taverns though...

When Amelia decided to take things into her own hands literally, Hatuum became seriously concerned about the possibility of the situation escalating. How would Amiartys react to this kind of demonstration ? The self-appointed assassin didn't wait for the reaction of the mercenary leader but instead opted for sitting down as told quickly. Given that his biceps were thicker than many men's thighs already, one could probably imagine the extent of Hatuum's own legs burying the bench beneath them. Sometimes he really hated himself for being what he was, but most of the time he did the opposite.

"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He briefly paused, waiting for an reaction before he decided to just go on. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?"

Nocturne

Same over here. Sorry for letting you wait :(

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Typing is still super slow.... Ugh

@The Fated Fallen

:(

Shall I wait for you or go ahead once I've time ?

Torn Across the Rift

Sorry folks for my late posting :(

Too busy these times :/