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Upon reaching the docks, Ren let out a small sigh of relief. Being on a boat with so many highly armed (and slightly unstable) individuals made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Not only that, but thanks to the discussion of murdering Oliver on the spot, he did not even have time to think about his own decision properly. There were so many reasons to just leave and so few to stay. Eolas had already given them enough money to buy a small house, what could he possibly gain from this mission? More money perhaps, but Ren was nobody that sought high riches. Then again, with more money one could correct some mistakes of the past. Money meant influence as much as knowledge meant power. The latter he already had, the former he could acquire now.
A voice in the back of his had muttered: Don't fool yourself, you made your choice the moment you opened the door of that in.
Ren slid his hands into the pockets of his coat again. He realized that he had left his bag with most of his ingredients back in his room. The few things he had at his disposal right now were what he was carrying inside his coats. He closed one hand around the cold and hard glass of the vial in his pocket as two giant spiders arrived. There were few things in this world Ren disliked as much as spiders. He tried to hide his disgust and focused on the cold glass in his hand. If everything went wrong, he would just burn those things to death...or melt them.
He shoved past the others and made his way to the Ullas and Eolas first.
“I assume you already have this all planned out? Breaking into the probably best guarded building in this city might require at least some preparation.” He whispered to the Ventus with a weak smile while looking up to the Ulla he was about to climb onto.
Suddenly a man approached the small group, introduced himself as Malcolm DuBeaux and proclaimed his interested in stealing the Eye of Yvazgrul.
Amazing. Ren thought Why force us all on a boat, if you have a fool just scream it out in the open?
Not only that, but thanks to the discussion of murdering Oliver on the spot, he did not even have time to think about his own decision properly. There were so many reasons to just leave and so few to stay. Eolas had already given them enough money to buy a small house, what could he possibly gain from this mission? More money perhaps, but Ren was nobody that sought high riches. Then again, with more money one could correct some mistakes of the past. Money meant influence as much as knowledge meant power. The latter he already had, the former he could acquire now.
A voice in the back of his had muttered: Don't fool yourself, you made your choice the moment you opened the door of that in.
Ren slid his hands into the pockets of his coat again. He realized that he had left his bag with most of his ingredients back in his room. The few things he had at his disposal right now were what he was carrying inside his coats. He closed one hand around the cold and hard glass of the vial in his pocket as two giant spiders arrived. There were few things in this world Ren disliked as much as spiders. He tried to hide his disgust and focused on the cold glass in his hand. If everything went wrong, he would just burn those things to death...or melt them.
He shoved past the others and made his way to the Ullas and Eolas first.
“I assume you already have this all planned out? Breaking into the probably best guarded building in this city might require at least some preparation.” He whispered to the Ventus with a weak smile while looking up to the Ulla he was about to climb onto.
Suddenly a man approached the small group, introduced himself as Malcolm DuBeaux and proclaimed his interested in stealing the Eye of Yvazgrul.
Amazing. Ren thought Why force us all on a boat, if you have a fool just scream it out in the open?
@Darkmatter
I also have a question: How is the education of the average person in Vrent? For example, if I burn some stuff and suddenly there is pink somke in my hands or a flame or whatever, would they be "Oh damn, it's magic!" or more like "Yeah...boring tricks"?
I also have a question: How is the education of the average person in Vrent? For example, if I burn some stuff and suddenly there is pink somke in my hands or a flame or whatever, would they be "Oh damn, it's magic!" or more like "Yeah...boring tricks"?
I agree, this is a great idea. Especially in scenes involving combat or any other more action than talking oriented posts this would be useful.
murderers and barbarians? I thought they are just a bunch misunderstood but lovable people.
poor Oliver, everyone wants to kill him
Ren took his time analyzing the group he was now part of. Especially the Venar, who introduced himself as Bakk, caught his attention. Ren responded to his greeting with a short nod, as he had already told his name. He had never seen one of those beast-like man before, however, there were books about them as well as reports.
His master made him read about the different cultures, in order to understand the world, one had to be aware of every component in it. “Understand what the world is made of and you will understand what it is.” That was the phrase his master always quoted when Ren complained about having to read through another seemingly irrelevant book. Although, today Ren did not agree with that approach, he had to admit that the knowledge he had acquired over the years had been proven to be helpful in multiple instances.
He remembered reading a series of very detailed reports about the northern areas focused on the life and behavior of the Venar. Ironically, the author was killed by the Venar, but judging from the arrogance reflected in the text, Ren had the suspicion that said author was not completely unaccountable for that outcome.
The other people did not look as conspicuous. There was the slightly smaller man with his bow, he looked like a hunter. A very dangerous hunter at that. Then there was the large swordsman. Ren looked at the huge two handed sword he was carrying, somehow he had no doubt in his mind that the man could split everyone in the room into two pieces in one fell swoop.
The woman, Brevana, seemed very straightforward. Ren did not know what to make of her past that first impression. Time would tell.
Last and maybe also least was Sir Oliver, the not so elegant knight. Was he a nobleman? He certainly did not seem like one, also, which noble would come to the docks to partake in some definitely shady endeavors? Maybe there was more to him than visible at first glance.
...or maybe less. Ren though as he watched the fabric of Sir Olivers blue cape rip when he walked towards the table.
Shortly after, Eolas announced that everyone was present and they were led to the docks and onto a boat. Ren sat down next to Bakk and they rowed for a short time until Eolas began talking again.
Odd safety measure. It will be impossible for anyone to hear what we are talking. But, at the same time, the act of six completely different people with high grade weaponry boarding a boat and rowing just a short distance outside of the port might create suspicion itself.
His train of thought ended when Eolas threw a purse his way. Ren caught it mid air. He did not open it, the weight he felt in his hand was enough to make him aware of the large amount of gold he was holding. His mood darkened. This was a lot more than he had expected, which meant that the task at hand would be a lot more complicated than he had hoped.
Ren's suspicion proved to be correct when Eolas announced that they were going to steal the Eye of Yvazgrul.
What?! He thought, almost saying it out loud. Sure, steal the most important artifact in Vrent. Might as well kill the listener on our way out. Great. Because having madmen experimenting on people was not exciting enough for me yet.
Once again, his thoughts were interrupted, this time by Sir Oliver, who protested against the plan. Bakk, on the other hand, seemed to protest against Oliver as he forcefully put his hand onto the knight's shoulder, ready to grant him an unwanted swimming lesson.
Ren quickly put his hand on the Venar's arm, holding him back. Not that the barley trained alchemist was delusional enough to believe he actually had the strength to hold back such a beast of man, it was a gesture only.
“Don't.” He said and turned to the Venar. “The decision is his and his alone. If he does not have the strength or the will, he shall eventually fall by himself. Such is the iron rule of nature, is it not?”
Ren spoke calmly and as clear as possible. Just like he used to during his lectures, he realized the Venar was not used to the common language.
Ren knew a few things about the Venar religion or metaphysical beliefs. According to what he read, they revolved around nature and strength. It was only logical for those who lived in the wilderness. The people of the north were like the land that formed them: Cold and merciless.
Ren looked at Sir Oliver while his hand remained on Bakk's arm. “As for you, rest assured that subtlety is not always required. One forms a plan around the resources available.” He said while using his free hand to make a gesture towards the others.
Finally, Ren turned his attention to Eolas. “Now then, you don't seem like an idiot or a madman, so instead of telling you why your proposal is insane, how about we cut this short and you tell us why it is not?”
Given the current situation, he was somewhat surprised how clam his voice was. What insanity had he gotten himself into again? Despite all this, Ren could not deny that Eolas had caught his curiosity.
His master made him read about the different cultures, in order to understand the world, one had to be aware of every component in it. “Understand what the world is made of and you will understand what it is.” That was the phrase his master always quoted when Ren complained about having to read through another seemingly irrelevant book. Although, today Ren did not agree with that approach, he had to admit that the knowledge he had acquired over the years had been proven to be helpful in multiple instances.
He remembered reading a series of very detailed reports about the northern areas focused on the life and behavior of the Venar. Ironically, the author was killed by the Venar, but judging from the arrogance reflected in the text, Ren had the suspicion that said author was not completely unaccountable for that outcome.
The other people did not look as conspicuous. There was the slightly smaller man with his bow, he looked like a hunter. A very dangerous hunter at that. Then there was the large swordsman. Ren looked at the huge two handed sword he was carrying, somehow he had no doubt in his mind that the man could split everyone in the room into two pieces in one fell swoop.
The woman, Brevana, seemed very straightforward. Ren did not know what to make of her past that first impression. Time would tell.
Last and maybe also least was Sir Oliver, the not so elegant knight. Was he a nobleman? He certainly did not seem like one, also, which noble would come to the docks to partake in some definitely shady endeavors? Maybe there was more to him than visible at first glance.
...or maybe less. Ren though as he watched the fabric of Sir Olivers blue cape rip when he walked towards the table.
Shortly after, Eolas announced that everyone was present and they were led to the docks and onto a boat. Ren sat down next to Bakk and they rowed for a short time until Eolas began talking again.
Odd safety measure. It will be impossible for anyone to hear what we are talking. But, at the same time, the act of six completely different people with high grade weaponry boarding a boat and rowing just a short distance outside of the port might create suspicion itself.
His train of thought ended when Eolas threw a purse his way. Ren caught it mid air. He did not open it, the weight he felt in his hand was enough to make him aware of the large amount of gold he was holding. His mood darkened. This was a lot more than he had expected, which meant that the task at hand would be a lot more complicated than he had hoped.
Ren's suspicion proved to be correct when Eolas announced that they were going to steal the Eye of Yvazgrul.
What?! He thought, almost saying it out loud. Sure, steal the most important artifact in Vrent. Might as well kill the listener on our way out. Great. Because having madmen experimenting on people was not exciting enough for me yet.
Once again, his thoughts were interrupted, this time by Sir Oliver, who protested against the plan. Bakk, on the other hand, seemed to protest against Oliver as he forcefully put his hand onto the knight's shoulder, ready to grant him an unwanted swimming lesson.
Ren quickly put his hand on the Venar's arm, holding him back. Not that the barley trained alchemist was delusional enough to believe he actually had the strength to hold back such a beast of man, it was a gesture only.
“Don't.” He said and turned to the Venar. “The decision is his and his alone. If he does not have the strength or the will, he shall eventually fall by himself. Such is the iron rule of nature, is it not?”
Ren spoke calmly and as clear as possible. Just like he used to during his lectures, he realized the Venar was not used to the common language.
Ren knew a few things about the Venar religion or metaphysical beliefs. According to what he read, they revolved around nature and strength. It was only logical for those who lived in the wilderness. The people of the north were like the land that formed them: Cold and merciless.
Ren looked at Sir Oliver while his hand remained on Bakk's arm. “As for you, rest assured that subtlety is not always required. One forms a plan around the resources available.” He said while using his free hand to make a gesture towards the others.
Finally, Ren turned his attention to Eolas. “Now then, you don't seem like an idiot or a madman, so instead of telling you why your proposal is insane, how about we cut this short and you tell us why it is not?”
Given the current situation, he was somewhat surprised how clam his voice was. What insanity had he gotten himself into again? Despite all this, Ren could not deny that Eolas had caught his curiosity.
@Chanda
your character is amazing :D
I guess I can't let Oliver drown otherwise the story might become too dark.
@Darkmatter
I for one don't mind if it's a little slower, have finals in February and time is a rare ressource for me right now :)
your character is amazing :D
I guess I can't let Oliver drown otherwise the story might become too dark.
@Darkmatter
I for one don't mind if it's a little slower, have finals in February and time is a rare ressource for me right now :)
Ren had that feeling again. It was the same feeling he had when leaving the military service and that cursed Alchemist Guild. It was like standing at a crossroad. There were two paths now, enter or leave. Somehow he had the impression that this suspiciously small decision would change the course of his life. As if he did not have enough changes already.
Many months ago he had arrived in Vrent and the city had overcome his expectations. It was overwhelming indeed and although it held promise of greatness and wealth, Ren had not succeeded in finding a reliable source of income.
Now he was staring at the entrance of the Fish Rest Tavern. His hand was still resting on the wooden door when it was suddenly pulled open from the inside. A Vrentus stood in the door-frame looking down on him, then he muttered something about humans always being in the way, pushed Ren aside without any effort and disappeared into the muddle of people who frequented the docks.
Ren was now staring at the open door and past it into the tavern. It would appear that the door of fate had just swung open. He stepped into the taproom and the door closed behind him. The decision was made.
Ren took a brief look around and immediately spotted the small group of odd people sitting and standing around a table on the other side of the room. The centre of attention was a Ventus, this was certainly the one he was supposed to meet. Eolas.
"Step one. Easier than expected." Ren muttered to himself while walking towards the table. The bartender greeted him with a welcoming smile, but Ren just made a quick declining gesture. He did not feel like drinking anything right now.
As was his habit, he put his hands in the pockets of the black coat he was wearing. Upon reaching the table, Ren realized that the other people were heavily armed. The short sword hanging on his waist seemed awfully small right now. However, he was not here to fight, but to talk.
"Ren Evath. I assume you are Eolas?"
Many months ago he had arrived in Vrent and the city had overcome his expectations. It was overwhelming indeed and although it held promise of greatness and wealth, Ren had not succeeded in finding a reliable source of income.
Now he was staring at the entrance of the Fish Rest Tavern. His hand was still resting on the wooden door when it was suddenly pulled open from the inside. A Vrentus stood in the door-frame looking down on him, then he muttered something about humans always being in the way, pushed Ren aside without any effort and disappeared into the muddle of people who frequented the docks.
Ren was now staring at the open door and past it into the tavern. It would appear that the door of fate had just swung open. He stepped into the taproom and the door closed behind him. The decision was made.
Ren took a brief look around and immediately spotted the small group of odd people sitting and standing around a table on the other side of the room. The centre of attention was a Ventus, this was certainly the one he was supposed to meet. Eolas.
"Step one. Easier than expected." Ren muttered to himself while walking towards the table. The bartender greeted him with a welcoming smile, but Ren just made a quick declining gesture. He did not feel like drinking anything right now.
As was his habit, he put his hands in the pockets of the black coat he was wearing. Upon reaching the table, Ren realized that the other people were heavily armed. The short sword hanging on his waist seemed awfully small right now. However, he was not here to fight, but to talk.
"Ren Evath. I assume you are Eolas?"
I reworked the character sheet and posted in the sub-thread! :)
I have a few questions tho, since my character somewhat introuduces the concept of alchemy (or at least tries to), I did not want to include certain things without asking first.
Considering Ren did not leave his hometown hasty, it make sense that he carries some basic ingredients in his bag. Now, I did not specify what ingredients those are. E.g. Xg of this plant, Zg of that etc. I can think of something like that if you want it to be precise, but I thought I'll keep it simple and instead make up something as we go. Obviously I have nothing fancy in mind, those are "basic" ingedients after all. Maybe something in the direction of healing herbs, stuff to make a sedative or tranquilizer, perhaps some powders or whatever.
I also think that it makes sense for Ren to carry a few previously prepared potions or powders etc. around that can be used in certain situations.
I do not know the exact rules of the world you came up with, but I would take what is possible in our wolrd and maybe extend or bend it here and there (it is fantasy after all ;) )
Just to give an idea, I have thought of some examples:
I have a few questions tho, since my character somewhat introuduces the concept of alchemy (or at least tries to), I did not want to include certain things without asking first.
Considering Ren did not leave his hometown hasty, it make sense that he carries some basic ingredients in his bag. Now, I did not specify what ingredients those are. E.g. Xg of this plant, Zg of that etc. I can think of something like that if you want it to be precise, but I thought I'll keep it simple and instead make up something as we go. Obviously I have nothing fancy in mind, those are "basic" ingedients after all. Maybe something in the direction of healing herbs, stuff to make a sedative or tranquilizer, perhaps some powders or whatever.
I also think that it makes sense for Ren to carry a few previously prepared potions or powders etc. around that can be used in certain situations.
I do not know the exact rules of the world you came up with, but I would take what is possible in our wolrd and maybe extend or bend it here and there (it is fantasy after all ;) )
Just to give an idea, I have thought of some examples:
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