POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

The next day...

The mansion was impressive in a utilitarian and ominous sort of way, much as most great Banian structures were. With a tented roof and stout stone walls, and corbel arches caved in the likeness of werewolves. Though the owner had definitely taken great pains to adorn it with his prizes, trophies, and collections of swords and armor. Within the walls were also various fountains within a garden that surrounded the inner mansion. He must have spent a fortune for such an expansive private structure within a city as packed as Starkvale. Then again, Starkvale was not always this packed.

Kayden had given Allard and Lis their own rooms on the upper floors of the Guild, and had sent word to Secret, Morek, Nuva, and the rest at Hillcrest that there was a new assignment to be met. Though granted, different members could take on different assignments. He merely wanted them to be informed. Virgil had stayed at the Guild to keep an eye on it.

Now, Captain Kayden stood in the center of a large foyer area near the great front doors of the Pembrook Estate. It had turned to dusk outside, and great torches had been lit along the walls, beside armor stands and shields emblazoned with various sigils of Andred and Banian nobility. Kayden gazed at one of the shields in particular as he stroked his chin, as if he recongized it from somewhere. "Odd..." he muttered. Beside him, or at least, waiting with him, were Hobnob, Lis, and Allard. They were merely here to meet with Lord Pembrook and gauge what it was he needed from them.

There was a foyer drawer desk along to Kayden's left, with an expensive dias atop it holding a book written in script of some forgotten language. Within the drawers, no one had checked yet. In the corner was a massive chest that looked unlocked. There were various comfy chairs around them as well, for even the foyer was large and extravagant. Down the hall, a larger room could be glimpsed with a huge painting that looked as if it displayed a raging battle with demon hordes.

"Wine?" a servant asked them, a handsome woman of about 30. She had 3 bottles atop a plate she carried expertly. They had assured them the Lord would be by shortly.
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Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

His eyes were downcast and his powerful form looked tired beyond the physical, but he nodded at her comment she was better looking than he was. Usually he would be pretty receptive and responsive to such an upfront and hard fighting woman, but the only companions he'd had the past three or four days was Gideon and the combat, along with the cries of Darkspawn and the cleaving of his sword. Still, he looked up just in time to see her approaching with a look of somewhat concern. He got to his feet, and this time he couldn't help but give her a gruff nod and a shake of his hand. His grip was strong and true. "Don't mention it." he told her. "Yeah I...I was there. I'll tell you more about it when we get cleaned up."

Upon hearing the second part of her explanation on why she was here, he couldn't help but bark out a laugh at the absurdity of all of this. He'd been trying to get north for as long as he could remember, and not only was Lothering gone but this...Dwarf girl(?) had gone south. He gave her a grin at that, and a rough pat on the shoulder. Some of the fire that had been doused out from his grief had returned for a moment, making his grey eyes look like cold iron being smelted with with what could only be described as a fiery daring.

"I'm Rannon," he told her. "Borf!" was heard from the left, and the Mabari Warhound strutted toward them, sniffing Feri's hair with audible 'snoofs'. "Oh sorry, this is Gideon."

The Mabari tilted his head, now sniffing Feri's face. Beyond the Mabari, the tall human was backing up and heading toward the stream, for he had seen it earlier too. "C'mon Giddy! Don't be rude." As he walked, he realized why the woman had been concerned, but he'd slept with nightmares and horror for what seemed like an eternity. If Darkspawn blood had not already gotten into his system, he doubted it ever would. @MiddleEarthRoze

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

@MacabreFoxI am going to have Gideon and Bardeck help out your lady since there's just those scamps left so you don't need to worry on on the next set of posts :)

From Sleep Awake

@TheSovereignGraveTrue, just decided to include lol. Thanks

From Sleep Awake

@DeadBeatWalking@TheSovereignGraveI mean, I was maybe toying with the idea of going a mediterranean route initially and using the ancient greeks as a model for some of my nation, who had legitimate military academies. I changed my mind before I read that bit, but I didn't know my initial idea would have been outlandish or odd, say.

City of Jade

Actually, looking at my schedule I think I will not have time to participate and give the effort y'all would deserve. I must bow out for now.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@BCTheEntityI'll reply tonight then.
I do have an idea to include the other three while we're doing that too.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@BCTheEntityWould you like me to continue our PM's are should we get on with the thread? I'm cool either way, but it's your call.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@IcePezzI LOVE your character! And you're awesome Pezz <3
*gives her a hug*

From Sleep Awake

@DeadBeatWalking

If this section includes some bullshit special group of a hundred that uses two swords because they went to sword college or something like that, see yourself to the door.

I'm confused by this. Do you mean you're against marty sues or is military college a bad thing