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Scum and Villainy - Plentiful Bounty

Since I got a success in locating, and to get us moving along, I made an itty bitty post

Scum and Villainy - Plentiful Bounty

Quintus shrugged, tilting his head for a split second in a classic 'suit yourself' gesture. He tossed his pack over to Silas in a gentle, underhanded throw so as not to damage to Ur-bot further. After that, he turned and scanned the accompanying street. Luckily there was a noticeable lack of traffic from the accident and the truck on fire, so there was little to get in the way of his eyesight. He pointed at a slim, dark blue groundcar, four wheels and compactly built with an oddly avian design.

"There. Let's go."

A Chartered Course: Medieval Trading League RP

Screen erupts into static, reforming to show Quintus in his place

"Stay together! You! On the ground!"

The natives they were escorting screeched in distress, scuttling about like one might expect if they lifted up an insect infested rock. In fact, the attackers moved in much the same way to the mercenary's sensibilities. However, he had the distinct notion his calls were adhered to, at least to an extent. Like workers bees they began to drop their crates together in a pile and lower their bodies, even if most of them still swarmed in a panic. It was hard to differentiate the fuckers, and for a brief moment all Quintus could do was to make himself a smaller target and dispatch the ones moving at him.

His gas-powered assault rifle pumped two bursts of three rounds into a local with a blackpowder singleshot, before he rolled out of the way of one having had the bright idea to attack his flank with twin axes. The rusted iron hit the sand he had been crouching on a moment before, Quintus rising to a perfect crouch and killing that one with another burst. The next moment seemed to drag out, one glance at Inez telling him she was providing cover fire, her shots ripping through the thorax of a raider, black ichor staining the sand. Another glance, and he could tell it was going to be a close thing. Even with their limited numbers and antiquated weaponry, it was pandemonium.

A plume of smoke and a crack, and Quintus's assault rifle was knocked out of his hands. The relatively soft bullet still cracking the aluminum-alloy barrel. Quintus cursed, seeing another native charging him with the winding pathing of a centipede. He unsheathed his BAK combat dagger and leap to avoid the swinging machete, the arc of the blade aimed at splitting his skull. He wove out of the way of a backslash and then buried his dagger into its broad chest, yanking the blade down to split its center open. They had tough exoskeletons, but with enough applied force, it was just as easy as stabbing into light-weight body armor. It was something he had done on many occasions.

A claw scraped against his own protective vest, another slicing across the meat of his arm. He grimaced but kicked the thing's legs out from under it, yanking it down with the still-embedded knife. It croaked a mewling, insectoid whine as it fell to the dirt. He pulled away, wiping his blade and unholstering his pistol, one hand on the grip and the other supporting, he backed up to the crates, firing at any that held weapons. He couldn't be bothered with the possibility of one of the haulers picking up a weapon to defend itself. By the luck of the gods, he caught the glimpse of one looking his way and raising a blackpowder pistol. He twisted, but knew he couldn't evade in time, but it seemed the gods smiled on him. The pistol exploded in its monstrous hands, igniting his red-black hide and causing it to toss the burning piece of kindling aside and writhe in the pain of its misfortune.

Quintus was not about to press his luck, holstering his pistol again, turning, and diving into the water before they were overrun. There were less than a dozen raiders left, by his estimation, but he couldn't take them all alone. He had done enough to be paid.

Scum and Villainy - Plentiful Bounty

@ctrlsaltdel Gotcha, will edit my post in a few hours!

Scum and Villainy - Plentiful Bounty

Quintus eyes flicker between Cho-Tyrek and the Ur-bot. He did not like complications, and the questionable relationship between the two was a curiosity he wasn't interested in. However, it seemed like the Ur-bot was out for the count now, and since it was already too damaged to go anywhere, he slung his pack onto the ground and quickly stuffed the thing into his pack, shoving it before zipping it back up. The muscled mercenary slung it back over his shoulders and approached Cho.

"Sure, pal. I'll let you go," He said, menace in his voice. Quintus reached down and gripped the man by his unbroken arm, lifting him up and holding him at arm's length with one hand. "Right after we collect. Seems only fair after all the trouble you've caused."

He felt the heat on his back, and glanced back once again at the burning truck. They needed to get the cog out of the clock, so to speak. He motioned for Molly to head over to his position, mostly because it was out of the soon-to-be explosion's blast radius, but also to speak. "Let's get out of here. Hey Mal, if I find you a car, can you drive it without having it catch on fire? Or get caught by the lawful authorities? Tall order, I know."

He scanned the street and the accompanying parking lots, looking for a vehicle that could fit five people and some equipment. It didn't have to be comfortable, just workable.

My Hider

Quintus studies and rolls a Roll a 4, 1and 3

Wealth and Warpstorms

Alcander gave her a long, hard look. One that seemed to last forever, until the severity was switched off as if someone pulled a lever. After that, Alcander merely looked at Camilla like he looked at any superior officer, any aristocratic snob that ordered him about. He looked at her just as he had the same people he had learned to loathe during his time in the service. Neutral, with a muted disdain only vaguely evident to those used to seeing it. He didn't even say anything, just raising his hand as if to say 'very well' and taking the assigned seat, not willing to pass up on free food. He would do his duty, to the least extent it was needed. If she wanted his full loyalty, she should have asked. Especially after the loyalty he had displayed the past few days.

Perhaps he was still reeling from the lack of sleep. Even after ten hours, going three days without was going to have an effect on one's psyche. However, he currently felt somewhat demoralized and disgusted, and so when Camilla began to sort out those remaining captains, Alcander dug into the food provided, not deigning to rein himself in when the amasec was rolled out and presented. He didn't make a belligerent show of it, but it was difficult not to notice he was on his third glass by the time the Ship's Confessor Horatio was just finishing his first.

"So, I believe we are all aware we have a massive manpower problem." Camilla remarked, either doing her best to ignore Alcander's imbibing or unaware of it from her thousand worries. It was at this assembly she would get her answers, as would everyone else's concerned be alleviated. There was precious little those assembled were not fully aware of in parts, they merely needed to fit them all together. As it stood, there were four other members on a table that should have housed thirty. Alcander was unaware of their names, having been too busy performing assault operations to get properly acquainted. One thing he was aware of, was the tech-priest at the table had been third in command before the attempted coup. His immediate superior had been swayed by Yvraine's promises of promotion, and had killed the head of the ship's mechanicum element, before he, himself, was executed.

Across from Alcander was the Chiurgeon, the head of the medicae who's name escaped him. He looked as tired as Alcander still felt, his wide face wrinkled from constant exertion. No doubt the casualties were even more enormous than reported. The medicae staff had likely been working every hour, on the hour, for nearly four days. By the dry skin evident of constant washing along his forearms, Alcander surmised he had been working along with his staff. Camilla indicated him. "Chiurgeon Colyphe, report. How bad is it?"

Alcander watched him consider the question, a multitude of questions flying through the man's thoughts. He could see them plain as day. What was he allowed to say? Was Camilla asking him to report losses, problems, or victories? Was she even worthy of her seat? Should he resign? If he asked for aid, would she have the power to grant it, or would she provide platitudes? What was he to do about the drunken seneschal looking directly at him? The last brought a sardonic smile to Alcander.

"Lady Captain, we are keeping it together as best we can. They are mostly battlefield wounds, as you might imagine." He said diplomatically. "We could perhaps use more beds, and any additional help in either medical or menial tasks would be appreciated. I have confidence if we are provided such, the vast majority of the wounded will live."

"Noted. Sensechel Mires, see to it he gets what he needs." She responded, pursing her lips.

"Couldae used soom o' the lads ye speced, couldn'tya?" Alcander quipped, placing his glass down, the fourth refill now in his belly. Camilla looked at him, and he plucked a link of sausage off the plate, chewing it gingerly. He shrugged. "We ken maybe requesetion soom o' the boys behlow nere th' engines and use 'em."

"Can we spare them?" Camilla asked, turning to the tech priest.

"No' sure, I've only behn on yer staff fer fifteen minutes." Alcander answered nonchalantly before the tech-priest could speak. As other eyes fell on him, he shrugged and kept chewing on his food. The servitor assigned to refill his glass did so for the fifth time, Alcander saluting the automaton before it whirred away.

"I can tell this will be entertaining..." The Confessor remarked dryly.

Cogs in the Wheel: WoT RP

"It would be safer if I went alone," Davian said, drawing an 'are you serious' look from Zoya. Maddy sipped her tea, and Davian wondered just exactly he had said wrong. It was not until later he realized she believed he was meaning safer for her. At that moment, he believed she was merely offended that a single individual could go about undetected far more easily than two, and he was used to slinking in alleyways and keeping a low profile.

"Safer, you say?" She asked, as if she was repeating the wild declarations of a child. "Perhaps, but if you think that can dissuade me from going with you, then you're more thick headed than you look. Now let's go before I bind you in weaves of air and keep you here while I get the food." With a toss of her raven hair, Zoya stepped out of the room to fetch her things. Davian raised an incredulous eyebrow at her as she sashayed away.

"It's none of my business, but I know men. You might care for her, but men always have this foolish notion of protecting us." Maddy said, patronizingly to Davian's point of view.

"Protecting her!? Care for her!?" Davian asked, confusion evident on his face. He was thinking of protecting himself! Not to mention the notion of caring for an Aes Sedai! He had only just gotten somewhat used to traveling with one. Women really did live in a reality outside of his own. She shook her head as if he was keeping secrets. He forced himself to stop staring, gave a dismissive 'aaaahhh' and waved a hand at her before muttering the Domani bachelor's saying of 'the more women there are about, the softer a wise man steps.' Good words to live by, in his estimation.

In short order, the two had their concealed weapons, along with Zoya having borrowed a small scarf to wrap around her hair to grant her a waifish look. With her simple dress, all she needed was a basket filled with produce and she would look the part of a farmer's pretty wife. Davian had found a wide brimmed hat to don, to keep prying eyes from meeting his own. He toyed with the idea of walking with a limp, but decided against it. They would not be out long. Maddy fixed them up a bit and bade them come back soon, as if to hit the point home. Zoya took Maddy's hands in her own and squeezed, before giving a wink as she and Davian stepped out into the sun.

The sinking light looked beautiful, and the relatively short buildings gave Godan a deceptively quaint look. However, the sounds and sights below the horizon were more like a busy morning than the end of a workday.

It was as if the two had been swept into a downhill stream, the crowd of locals and travelers rushing about them as a flood might. Davian had to keep his hand on his hat and his eyes peeled for pick pockets. The two summarily were pressed together for a brief moment, before almost being pulled apart. Zoya smacked a reaching hand that seemed to disappear once more into the crowd after she caught it, though whether it was up to thieving or salacious ends, she could never find out. A thickset, mustachioed Andorman with a huge pack on his broad back tried to squeeze past them, but the press was so tight, the pair of them had to grab a hold of one another's hands and push with the current before Davian spotted refuge on a street corner, the thief-taker yanking Zoya out like a fish on a line. The plump woman burst out of the crowd, almost gasping for air. Davian imagined being so short, she might feel smothered. He was not going to voice that concern aloud, though.

Next to them, a dog scratched at some fleas as two local dockmen were reclining on a pair of crates, one lighting the other's pipe. The other grinned at them as if he had a private joke.

"Two more streets of this," Zoya muttered, smoothing her dress and fixing her hair. "Why did we have to come out, again?"

Do not argue with her, the Domani thought.

Scum and Villainy - Plentiful Bounty

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Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

"Cruel witch!" Amal spat, his sexual frustrations going to new heights. He rolled around in bed for awhile, until he decided he couldn't take it anymore. He tore the covers off himself and told her he was going out for some air. The thief did not intend to be gone long, just long enough for the frigid temperatures to cool himself off. The picture of Charynrae straddling him and kissing his neck a bit too much for him to bear whilst he went to sleep.

The night was late, now, and the barroom below their shared suite was only sparsely populated, a few men and dwarves sat in disparate groups, whispering to one another as they nursed their drinks. The telltale smell of pipeweed enriched the air, but Amal did not stay. He merely glided past the murmurs and stepped out into the cold. Immediately, he saw the steam rise from his lips, his keen eyes catching the tossing and turning figures and stacks of items set within the tents just a few dozen yards before him. Many would-be adventurers looking for their fortunes set tents just before the gate to prepare themselves for their sojourns past the walls. He was almost tempted to sneak in amongst them and steal a few trinkets, but he had just gotten out of the wilderness. He was not about to risk it, at least not right now. Instead, he let the cold seep into him. Now that he had a room to go back to, it was not so bad. Well, it was, but it did not have the same psychological effect.

He needed only stand there briefly before he decided he had felt enough. How anyone but a frost giant could live this far north was a mystery to him, and he turned to go back inside. However, something caught his eye.

He had glanced at the crescent moon, admiring its light for a moment, but he felt something had obscured his vision for a moment. Some winged shape passing by the far light. The thief wondered if he had been seeing things, but knew that such thoughts were generally lies wrapped in plausibility. He knew he saw something, something vast. But waiting in the cold for another minute brought no more answers, and when he realized how frozen he was becoming, he cursed in calishite and strode back inside to his warm bed.

All thoughts of Charynrae had been expelled for the moment, replaced with an unease he would have rather gone without. Oh well, Ibrandul curse it all.

Whatever horrors Faerun was planning to bring him, it could wait until tomorrow.