POOHEAD189

Pax Astra

Tiber revved the engine, the radio hopping on as soon as they sped off into the main road, sending bits of gravel and flecks of dirt tumbling to the wayside. The few miles to town were a straight shot save for the last stretch when they passed by a fueling station. Tiber enjoyed rides with the wind in his face accompanied by a speed beyond men, the sound of a roaring engine beneath him. Picket fences and various livestock idly grazing set the scene, and yet behind the sunglasses he wore, his eyes were sharp and exuded danger.

Truth be told, he felt more like a barbarian now than he ever had in his life, even more than the ribbings he would get from his unit in the service. He wasn't going to battle in formation, he only had a partner with him, and despite the Ketcharch not being a true, lawful authority figure, somehow he felt he was acting in rebellion. He couldn't explain it, but it was a feeling that wouldn't leave his head in the drive to town.

Once they reached the fueling station, they saw a modified parser, a moderate-sized supped up transport, stationed by the food mart. Three of the Ketcharch's men in civilian clothes laughed and smoked as they stood guard. Tiber rode on passed them without slowing in the least, and they did not seem to notice. Tiber smirked. If this went south, they would be strung up.

"On our left," Sabatine said softly, after they had slowed down. Tiber saw the eye of a man peering just past the newspaper he was supposedly reading. He looked right, and even as she mentioned the right, he saw the old woman staring out of her window, obviously not cleaning the glass surface as she was attempting to appear so. The further they went into town, they saw more overt showing of strength, though no one made a move against them. Like as not it wasn't meant for them, but a show for the masses. Obviously word had gotten out about missing men, and to keep the population from feeling emboldened, the ketcharch had decided to let his auxiliaries out to look tough.

Tiber didn't parked the atv in a space for it. He set it down right at the foot of the stairs leading up to the ketcharch's stronghold. It looked like a smart, quaint office building for a lowly mayor. Tiber wondered what the inside looked like. Probably far more conspicuous.

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Ǫlni The Forgemaster

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The dwarf hopped out of the pick up, parking at the edge of the street and stomping through the grass. He ignored the dog that stomped out and started yowling, and he made it to the front door. He knocked on the wooden frame, hard. Eventually a young man answered, tan skinned and dark of hair.

"Who are you?" Ǫlni asked.

"Uh, Fred?" He asked by way of question, wondering what this short man who had not even introduced himself yet was doing at the front door.

"Get me Harald. Tell him Ǫlni needs him. Time is of the essence."

He gave an incredulous look, but he went back in and a minute later, Harald walked out with a natural bud lite in his hand. He looked a bit spooked to see the dwarf. "What are you doing here?" He asked, almost conspiratorially.

"I have a patient for ye. Come with me." He said, and began walking back to his truck. After a moment of protest, Harald cursed in norwegian and hurried inside to grab his supplies before hustling over to get in the truck. Ǫlni put the pedal to the metal and they arrived back at his shop minutes later, having filled him in on the situation. Harald walked into the shop with wide eyes, placing his bag down and gaping at the wings on the woman, still bleeding. Ǫlni knew she was too tough to bleed out so quickly, but Harald needed to work fast.

"See that she lives. Oh and see if ye can wake her up." The dwarf ordered.

"That is uh, not how this works." Harald said, sweating.
@Penny

Damned to the Depths

A guardsman pointed and fired at Markus, who spun as the shot went wide. The bullet punched into the arm of an elderly baroness who gave a hoot in surprise and shivered as she sunk to her feet. The arquebusier was stunned for a moment, though after a mere second he went for his sidesword. It was a second too long. Markus slid through the crowd and ran the man through the gut, causing him to be stricken and wide mouthed. The captain twisted the blade so he would scream in front of the terrified onlookers, and slowly he yanked the backsword out of him as he hit the floor, dead. What arquebusiers were left dropped their guns, Jax collecting them and patting one of the soldiers on the cheek, mockingly.

"Unfortunately ladies and gentleman," Markus said, as if he had just told an ornery man to leave rather than brutally killing a goodly guardsman. He nonchalantly wiped the blood off his blade with a fallen handkerchief. "We cannot escort you back to your lovely homes and collect the payment for our delectable hospitality there, and so we must humbly ask only for your valuables at present."

Sketti ripped a tablecloth off a wide dining table, sending glasses, horderves, and porcelain plates clattering and shattering to the floor. He wrapped the cloth up in the fashion of a makeshift bag, and with a terrible grin he began to stalk around the room, taking all of their valuables. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, whatever wasn't sewn to their skin, though whatever earrings they could remove, Sketti insisted. Those who resisted got a punch in the gut that sent them on the ground, sometimes knocked out cold by the muscles dwarf. Jim collected what he could from those they had to make an example of.

"You're nothing but a thug," an older gentleman said, stepping out of the crowd to challenge Markus.

The swordmage turned, looking at him hard for a few, tense moments. He gave a chuckle and put his arm around the old man's shoulder as if he were a comrade in arms. "My lord...coming from you entitled bastards, that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." He glanced at Calliope. "No offense."

"None taken. I pride myself on wearing the title proudly." She said with all of the smug arrogance in the world. Markus grinned, letting his eyes trail down her body for a brief moment as she turned and threatened a young man with cooking his wife with hellfire and serving her to him on one of their pretty plates.

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@POOHEAD189

So is Ǫlni just going to leave Sayeeda at the warehouse without any explanation of where he's going or what he's doing?

Also, did you make your session opening move?

@rush99999

I said I'd forgive you that once. If I make a mistake, Penny will let me know. But I discussed it with her beforehand.

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@POOHEAD189 does your doctor know about the supernatural?

@Penny

Yes, though he's new to it.

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Ǫlni The Forgemaster

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Shop: Outside View

Ǫlni watched the suit of armor in an almost trance-like state. To the untrained eye, he was merely gazing at it, but in truth he was working. One needed to know the next step before they continued with a work of art, and whilst usually it was instinctive for a dwarf like he, this was a suit of armor he was attempting to refurbish for the current times. Mail had been replaced with nanotubes and the steel plate had been reforged with stronger material, increasing its hardness to 55 rockwell. Now he needed to find the attachments with it, and perhaps armor that reached the legs. He stroked his beard thoughtfully, until a bright light and a familiar face suddenly appeared before him.

"Grimnir's oath!" He barked, hustling over to her. His face was ever grim, but ones who knew him and were used to his perpetually sullen features could spot the change of his demeanor. He did not have anything to aid Sayeeda here, and he owed the Valkyrie. Cursing, Ǫlni passed through his workshop to get his keys. He left the small section of the warehouse set aside for the armor, passing by his automatic repair section of the large room, where he kept various tools on the wall like extension bars and impact wrenches. He stepped over the rise that led up to a ruined, stripped car and stomped passed the chamber where he kept a more traditional forge, with tongs, hammers, chisels, and sandpaper, and all the rest. An iron symbol of Odin was above the forge room's door. He passed the bathroom and the diminutive kitchen was to the far right, across the spacious room. He reached the office at the front and grabbed his keys hanging by the door, stepping passed the counter and out the door, now outside and climbing up into his old pick up.

He revved the engine, planting himself atop a slab of stone he kept as a booster on the front seat. He knew a doctor he could trust. A Harald Osberg, a first generation immigrant from norway, completing his residency in the United States. Just a few miles down the road to his place, he was going to hit the streets.

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Hider

Rolled a 9

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<Snipped quote by POOHEAD189>

You've got it mixed up a little. You don't tell the person you don't trust to make a rumor about a faction. It's the other way around.

Just noticed that Candy declared you the person she trusts the least one page back. Forget I said anything.

@rush99999

I'll forgive you this once.

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@Candykane Ǫlni doesn't trust you much, since you were not made by dwarvish hands, and thinks you'll fall apart any moment. Make a rumor about mortality

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Rush is right, it's an O!

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+The Resting Dead

The greatest man-made monument in the city is the Corvus Cemetary, known for its large gateway, vast land for the dead, and huge masoleums that house the city's founders and greatest statesmen. Some say they are buried with some of their most prized possessions and deeds to immense homes that now lay vacant at the city's edge.