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Griff smiled as the mercenary bought the boy a drink, he had probably been terrified at the sight of the large man walking over to him. Taking another swig of his ale, Griff stowed away the dagger he had been playing with, he wasn't going to need it any time soon. "Looked like there was some kind of fire by the pier." He said, replying to the mercenary. "From what I could see on my way here, anyway." He added before downing what remained of his drink. He reached into his pocket and took out a couple of Arcarti coins. He hated carrying the things but most of his work put him in places where they were still in use. Placing them on the bar he gestured to the bartender for another drink. Wanted men tended not to get drunk in the nearest tavern to the scene of the crime and, if it came down to pretending to be drunk, Griff wanted to at least have the smell of the stuff on his breath. "So, what's your name stranger?" He asked the mercenary, he was starting the like the man already.
Griff sat at the bar nursing a tankard of ale, absent-mindedly carving an L into the bar with his dagger as he thought about his next move, garnering a glare from the bartender. It was a habit he'd picked up since working for the League, he liked to think that maybe someone would see it and realise they weren't alone in their dislike of the Empire and weren't unable to resist its tyranny. With the sound of alarm bells ringing outside, Griff knew he wouldn't he safe if the soldiers decided to search the tavern. A few of them had seen him so search parties would likely be armed with a rough description, however they would be looking for someone alone.
"First time in a tavern?" He asked turning round on his stool to face Adrian, hoping to engage him in conversation. Seeing that he had stood up to intimidate the mercenary across the room, Griff leant back against the bar and took a swig from his tankard of ale. "Oh. This will be good." He chuckled. The mercenary was clearly slightly drunk although he was well armed and looked experienced, yet here was someone, little more than a boy, in tattered rags trying to appear the tougher of the two. Feeling pity for the boy, Griff lent in Adrian's direction, talking softly so that only he would here. "It was a jest he wasn't looking to fight. If you've just changed that, avoid going for his body, that tunic is lined with chainmail. You'll do more damage to you hand than him." He said, hoping to give the boy at least some confidence if the man was looking to fight. Not wanting to get too involved, Griff returned to his position leaning against the bar and took another swig of his ale, waiting with anticipation to see how the situation would play out.
"First time in a tavern?" He asked turning round on his stool to face Adrian, hoping to engage him in conversation. Seeing that he had stood up to intimidate the mercenary across the room, Griff leant back against the bar and took a swig from his tankard of ale. "Oh. This will be good." He chuckled. The mercenary was clearly slightly drunk although he was well armed and looked experienced, yet here was someone, little more than a boy, in tattered rags trying to appear the tougher of the two. Feeling pity for the boy, Griff lent in Adrian's direction, talking softly so that only he would here. "It was a jest he wasn't looking to fight. If you've just changed that, avoid going for his body, that tunic is lined with chainmail. You'll do more damage to you hand than him." He said, hoping to give the boy at least some confidence if the man was looking to fight. Not wanting to get too involved, Griff returned to his position leaning against the bar and took another swig of his ale, waiting with anticipation to see how the situation would play out.
Griff's small rowing boat bumped softly against the hull of the Arcarti ship docked along the pier of Aldrun, Griff grabbed hold of part of the hull, hoping no one had heard anything. If his intelligence was right, the ship was a cargo ship carrying supplies Westwards for the Empire, at most there'd be a few soldiers on board, most having likely slipped off the ship to visit a tavern or brothel while in harbour. Griff began to climb the side of the ship, the decorative hull, normal for an Empire ship, to provide him with handholds. Reaching the deck he slowly peeked over the ledge to check the coast was clear. He notes four pikemen guarding the gangplank onto the ship from the pier, but apart from that the ship seems deserted, not a sound apart from the creaking of the hull and the waves breaking gently against the ship. Almost too easy. Griff thought to himself as he quickly made his way down into the hold.
The hold was dark and smelled like something had died in it, a long time ago. A single lantern hung from a wall casting a little light on the ship's cargo. There was little of note, some grain, clothing and oil, likely for lanterns or flaming arrows, Griff had been hoping to deal a bigger blow than this but he was here now and so he began about his work. He started to spread the grain and clothing around, covering the floor of the hold in a layer of flammable materials. The small wasn't large and it didn't take long. Griff grabbed the lantern off the wall and swung it hard against the floor. The crude glass shattered and the flaming oil inside flew out onto a pile of cloth tunics. Griff waited a moment to make sure the tunics caught, before turning for the exit.
"Nice day." He mused to the soldiers as he walked past them, hoping they'd assume he was a member of the crew. One nodded in agreement while the other three seemed uninterested and bored of their post. As Griff began to pick up his pace, walking quickly along the pier, he heard a guard shout out for him to stop. He turned his head to see one guard walking after him, when there was a sudden explosion and the ship began bellowing smoke. The fire had reached the oil, Griff assumed breaking into a sprint as the guards recoiled from the shock. Reaching the end of the pier he glanced back to see two guards in pursuit. Pushing his way through the crowded quayside he decided to hide from the guards in a tavern.
Bursting through the door into The Mast. Griff looked around surveying the patrons. No soldiers, that's good. He thought, glad he hadn't just burst into a tavern full of off duty men, it had happened before and hadn't gone well. He eyed the sword at the hip of a man in a tattered grey cloak before deciding the man was likely just a mercenary, and even more likely drunk, rendering no threat. Satisfied he would be safe, Griff took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink.
The hold was dark and smelled like something had died in it, a long time ago. A single lantern hung from a wall casting a little light on the ship's cargo. There was little of note, some grain, clothing and oil, likely for lanterns or flaming arrows, Griff had been hoping to deal a bigger blow than this but he was here now and so he began about his work. He started to spread the grain and clothing around, covering the floor of the hold in a layer of flammable materials. The small wasn't large and it didn't take long. Griff grabbed the lantern off the wall and swung it hard against the floor. The crude glass shattered and the flaming oil inside flew out onto a pile of cloth tunics. Griff waited a moment to make sure the tunics caught, before turning for the exit.
"Nice day." He mused to the soldiers as he walked past them, hoping they'd assume he was a member of the crew. One nodded in agreement while the other three seemed uninterested and bored of their post. As Griff began to pick up his pace, walking quickly along the pier, he heard a guard shout out for him to stop. He turned his head to see one guard walking after him, when there was a sudden explosion and the ship began bellowing smoke. The fire had reached the oil, Griff assumed breaking into a sprint as the guards recoiled from the shock. Reaching the end of the pier he glanced back to see two guards in pursuit. Pushing his way through the crowded quayside he decided to hide from the guards in a tavern.
Bursting through the door into The Mast. Griff looked around surveying the patrons. No soldiers, that's good. He thought, glad he hadn't just burst into a tavern full of off duty men, it had happened before and hadn't gone well. He eyed the sword at the hip of a man in a tattered grey cloak before deciding the man was likely just a mercenary, and even more likely drunk, rendering no threat. Satisfied he would be safe, Griff took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink.
Cool, I'll start work on one now. A rough map of the world might be a good thing to add to the OOC intro, just a thought.
Name: Griff Caden
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapons: Griff is usually armed with a long sword and a pair of daggers. Well worn, although well maintained, no one would marvel at the craftsmanship. He picks up his weapons on his travels, and loses them too, meaning he is cable of wielding most types of weapon effectively due to the variation in what he has had available to him at any given time.The daggers he usually has hidden from view, one inside his jacket and one in his boot. He prefers to fight without a shield or significant armour, liking to be able to stay quick on his feet and beat his enemy by out manoeuvring them and dodging attacks.
Personality: Griff is a friendly person, yet extremely distrusting due to his profession. This means it can take time for him to open up to someone, usually learning as much about them as he can before revealing anything about himself. He is ruthless and merciless should he be crossed or simply if a problem arises, he is not one to worry about the life of a stranger in the bigger picture of the world and his role in shaping it. He is also very serious, rarely cracking jokes and staying focused on the task he has at hand, even in company he likes and trusts.
History: Griff is from the West and is an agent of the League. He was born in a Western city on the edge of the Arcarti's influence. He was the son of a merchant and while not rich he had little to complain about during his childhood. He never went hungry and had a comfortable home thanks to his Father's income. However, seeing the desperate actions of the Empire, in its attempts to maintain control on the fringes of its realm, he grew to hate the Empire and everything it stood for, seeing it as corrupt and tyrannical. As a teenager he began to resist against the Empire's occupation of his city. His efforts resulted in what was effectively a gang of teenagers that were likely little more than a thorn in the side of the city guard, however as the Empire's influence crumbled in the region his efforts began to have a greater impact and he was noticed.
When the city finally declared independence from the Empire, he was confronted by soldiers and taken to the new rulers of the city. There the League recruited him. As an agent of the League he was tasked with helping resistance in regions where it existed and creating it in regions where it did not, while also gathering what ever intelligence he could. He was good at his job and soon his superiors began to give him free reign, going about his brief as he wished, only occasionally being given specific assignments. These would range from assassination of local officials to the sabotage of key bridges, all of his actions dealing damage to the Empire and the locals' faith in its power. Griff's primary motivation is the reduction of the Empire's power and, what he considers, the freeing of the people from a tyrannical and oppressive regime.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapons: Griff is usually armed with a long sword and a pair of daggers. Well worn, although well maintained, no one would marvel at the craftsmanship. He picks up his weapons on his travels, and loses them too, meaning he is cable of wielding most types of weapon effectively due to the variation in what he has had available to him at any given time.The daggers he usually has hidden from view, one inside his jacket and one in his boot. He prefers to fight without a shield or significant armour, liking to be able to stay quick on his feet and beat his enemy by out manoeuvring them and dodging attacks.
Personality: Griff is a friendly person, yet extremely distrusting due to his profession. This means it can take time for him to open up to someone, usually learning as much about them as he can before revealing anything about himself. He is ruthless and merciless should he be crossed or simply if a problem arises, he is not one to worry about the life of a stranger in the bigger picture of the world and his role in shaping it. He is also very serious, rarely cracking jokes and staying focused on the task he has at hand, even in company he likes and trusts.
History: Griff is from the West and is an agent of the League. He was born in a Western city on the edge of the Arcarti's influence. He was the son of a merchant and while not rich he had little to complain about during his childhood. He never went hungry and had a comfortable home thanks to his Father's income. However, seeing the desperate actions of the Empire, in its attempts to maintain control on the fringes of its realm, he grew to hate the Empire and everything it stood for, seeing it as corrupt and tyrannical. As a teenager he began to resist against the Empire's occupation of his city. His efforts resulted in what was effectively a gang of teenagers that were likely little more than a thorn in the side of the city guard, however as the Empire's influence crumbled in the region his efforts began to have a greater impact and he was noticed.
When the city finally declared independence from the Empire, he was confronted by soldiers and taken to the new rulers of the city. There the League recruited him. As an agent of the League he was tasked with helping resistance in regions where it existed and creating it in regions where it did not, while also gathering what ever intelligence he could. He was good at his job and soon his superiors began to give him free reign, going about his brief as he wished, only occasionally being given specific assignments. These would range from assassination of local officials to the sabotage of key bridges, all of his actions dealing damage to the Empire and the locals' faith in its power. Griff's primary motivation is the reduction of the Empire's power and, what he considers, the freeing of the people from a tyrannical and oppressive regime.
Great!
Ah okay, that's fine.
Posted, nice CS for Summit. That just leaves Kiwi and Silver.
Alex walked into the room to see that the others had managed to gather everyone in the room and nodded in approval. "Okay, we've got about three minutes now before three snowmobiles get here. We don't have much of a clue who's on them so we're going to use ours for cover." He said as he walked towards the entrance of the building. "Even you Mother, I'm sure he'll be fine and I want to make sure we at least outnumber them." He added when she didn't make to move like the rest of the squad.
Out side the squad's snowmobiles formed an arc around the building's entrance, it would have to do for cover. Alex looked around briefly and noticed a maintenance ladder on the side of the radio tower. "Hawk, get up there quickly." He said pointing to the tower, before making his way over to the middle snowmobile and crouching down behind it. He checked his ammo and levelled his gun at where the snowmobiles would enter the base, out of the corner of his eye he saw the rest of the squad doing the same on either side of him. "Hold fire until I say so. They could be unarmed." He said as the sound of engines grew louder.
"Two riders on the front vehicle, one on the other two." Hawk's voice crackled over the radio. With his height advantage he could already see the snow mobiles approaching the base. "Unarmed civilian clothing." He continued.
"They could have just received the distress call and came to see if they could do anything to help." Mother chimed in.
"Perhaps, don't let your guard down though." Alex said as the snowmobiles came into view.
They slowed down as they pulled into the courtyard area, seemingly not a threat. "Hands up!" Alex shouted across the courtyard as the riders dismounted. They seemed somewhat surprised, not having noticed the squad of soldiers aiming at them. They cooperated and Alex stood up, still keeping them in his sights. "Walk over here, no sudden movements." He said. As the foursome reached him, Alex lowered his weapon. The rest of the squad would have him covered and he doubted they'd be too friendly if he tried to talk to them while pointing a gun in their faces. "Who are you?" He asked, one of the men stepped forward.
"My name is Matthias Deniaud and these are my colleagues." The man said with a noticeable French accent. "We're from the French base nearby, we got the distress call and came to see if we could do anything to help."
"We've got everything under control here." Alex said, aware something was wrong. Matthias said they had left when they heard the distress call but if Jane had been right about the distance earlier then the French had left about fifteen minutes early.
"I see, we'll head back then. I'm glad everything is okay." Matthias replied, and the four Frenchmen turned walking back to their snowmobiles. Alex raised his gun again, watching the men walk across the courtyard. They reached the snowmobiles and paused, doing something Alex couldn't quite make out. Then as they began to mount their vehicles Matthias shouted out. "Maintenant!" The men dived behind their snowmobiles as one of them tossed something at the squad. There was a bang and everything when white. Alex dropped back into his cover behind the snowmobile as he heard someoneshout. "Flashbang." His vision came back as gunfire erupted from behind the other snowmobiles.
"Return fire!" Alex shouted, firing off a few shots, hoping that the Frenchmen hadn't noticed Hawk on the radio tower.
Out side the squad's snowmobiles formed an arc around the building's entrance, it would have to do for cover. Alex looked around briefly and noticed a maintenance ladder on the side of the radio tower. "Hawk, get up there quickly." He said pointing to the tower, before making his way over to the middle snowmobile and crouching down behind it. He checked his ammo and levelled his gun at where the snowmobiles would enter the base, out of the corner of his eye he saw the rest of the squad doing the same on either side of him. "Hold fire until I say so. They could be unarmed." He said as the sound of engines grew louder.
"Two riders on the front vehicle, one on the other two." Hawk's voice crackled over the radio. With his height advantage he could already see the snow mobiles approaching the base. "Unarmed civilian clothing." He continued.
"They could have just received the distress call and came to see if they could do anything to help." Mother chimed in.
"Perhaps, don't let your guard down though." Alex said as the snowmobiles came into view.
They slowed down as they pulled into the courtyard area, seemingly not a threat. "Hands up!" Alex shouted across the courtyard as the riders dismounted. They seemed somewhat surprised, not having noticed the squad of soldiers aiming at them. They cooperated and Alex stood up, still keeping them in his sights. "Walk over here, no sudden movements." He said. As the foursome reached him, Alex lowered his weapon. The rest of the squad would have him covered and he doubted they'd be too friendly if he tried to talk to them while pointing a gun in their faces. "Who are you?" He asked, one of the men stepped forward.
"My name is Matthias Deniaud and these are my colleagues." The man said with a noticeable French accent. "We're from the French base nearby, we got the distress call and came to see if we could do anything to help."
"We've got everything under control here." Alex said, aware something was wrong. Matthias said they had left when they heard the distress call but if Jane had been right about the distance earlier then the French had left about fifteen minutes early.
"I see, we'll head back then. I'm glad everything is okay." Matthias replied, and the four Frenchmen turned walking back to their snowmobiles. Alex raised his gun again, watching the men walk across the courtyard. They reached the snowmobiles and paused, doing something Alex couldn't quite make out. Then as they began to mount their vehicles Matthias shouted out. "Maintenant!" The men dived behind their snowmobiles as one of them tossed something at the squad. There was a bang and everything when white. Alex dropped back into his cover behind the snowmobile as he heard someoneshout. "Flashbang." His vision came back as gunfire erupted from behind the other snowmobiles.
"Return fire!" Alex shouted, firing off a few shots, hoping that the Frenchmen hadn't noticed Hawk on the radio tower.
Don't worry about it. Well there's the main premise of the RP revealed, lots more twists to come though haha.
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