The city of Detris is an old, hacking giant. Its streets are filled with smoke and ash from the many refineries that operate day and night. The ash, in particular, coats everything. Buildings, clothing, people. There is a perpetual trickle of it coming from the sky, almost like black snow. Each of you, somewhat familiar with the city, have made a reputation for yourselves in this City of Ash, and have been summoned to the Ministry building by a cryptic note, promising both work and handsome reward.
Upon your arrival, a steward leads each of you to the waiting room of the governor himself, where you wait as more hunters enter the room. You recognize most of these people, if by reputation only. Your stiffest competition on the job market, your rival mercenaries. The wait stretches on for an uncomfortably long amount of time, although your surroundings are quite well furbished. The steward that led you here keeps glancing nervously around the room, recognizing just how dangerous you all can be when you are upset... such as now.
Tolroc sensing the nervousness of the steward and the impatience of many of the people waiting will take out of his lute and begin playing a slow song attempting to promote calm. He keeps his playing and singing soft so as to i not irritate people and as an attempt to draw them in and perhaps distract them for a little while. He is not using any magic, but just trying to do this through his performance.
Taluvus Kronus walked into the waiting room with all the swagger of a man that knew he was not only dangerous, but handsome and deadly as well. He wore a simple but effective leather tunic tied off at the waist with a swordbelt that carried his rapier, and a dark blue half-cape that covered his left arm. On his head, he wore a wide-brimmed hat with a plume of blue feathers that arched backwards, and as he swaggered into the room, his hide and leather boots clicked against the flooring.
The wait, he knew was going to be uncomfortable so might as well get comfy, he thought to himself as he sat down on a chair and leaned back, pulling the hat down over his face to take something of a nap. Someone would no doubt wake him up when the governor wanted his attention, but as it was now, there was little need for him to waste his time fiddling worrying about when he was going to be called. He'd rather be training, practicing his sword skills and footwork elsewhere, but what was he to do. He hoped at the very least it would be worth his while.
He then heard someone start playing their lute and peeked out from underneath his hat and gave a small grin before returning to his rest.
Aloton sits near the door, back against the wall, warily watching the others in the room and fiddling with his dagger. He acknowledges everyone in this room is equally if not more dangerous than he is, and doesn't think it wise to turn his back on them. He stays near the door, ready to run if this is a trap set by one of his enemies. He silently watches, listening to their chatter and appreciating the bards music, flashing him a charming grin in thanks.
Out of perhaps most people in the room, the black-scaled salamander-esque Lizardfolk is perhaps the calmest, or at least ambivalent about the wait. The same can be said of the giant, grey-scaled snake currently coiled at his side. Any that looked or smelled particular nervous are treated to the creature's unerring stare. But whenever the snake got too interested, and started to approach, Othokent lets out a low hiss to settle the great creature down. At times he is late in this, as Tolric's performance above all had him enraptured to some extent.
However, he kept his distance and leaned up against the wall, black cloak parted enough to reveal an array of weapons on his person along with a set of leather pants, bracers, and cloth foot wrappings(his only clothing aside from the cloak). The most prominent of which was a crude set of hatchets, an unassuming warhammer, and a longbow currently in hand for comfort more than readiness. Every now and then, the others can catch him bobbing his head to the song or flicking a blue tongue in the air.
"Music one must lure many prey through rhythm maker. The gullible soft skin ones, at least. Very useful talent. Very Othokent but not."Othokent nods sagely at his own words, then looks to start studying Hugolina next.
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Elnrog enters the room. Fully armored and with a large greatsword strapped to his back, A short sword on his side, two hand axes, and a dagger. He glance uncomfortably at the large snake with the Lizardman and keeps his distance. He nods to the the others as he enters, knowing them by reputation if not personally.
About five minutes after Elnrog enters, the door to the Governor's office opens, and another steward ushers you all in. Before you is a large desk elevated by a platform. A human male with graying hair and a short beard sits behind the desk. "Welcome, you who hunt. I apologize for the wait. I had intended to meet you immediately, but the Peacemaker himself does take precedence. However, now you are here, and he is not." He readjusts his robes before beginning again. "As you know, a group of brigands has begun to assault my people. As you may also know, the local garrison has been able to do nothing about it, and the Peacemaker lacks the troops to provide a military solution, what with the disputes with the savages and all. All this to say, these brigands are causing me issues, and I don't want them to anymore. You will be rewarded handsomely, of course, to deal with such a large problem. If you accept my offer, then we can discuss the details. Great Hunters of Detris, can I rely on you?"
As Taluvus steps into the room he removes the hat and presses it almost respectively on his chest as he listens to the governor. "These brigands that plague you shall fall like weeds to my blade," he says, "I cannot speak for the others, but this I am willing to do and your reliance is well placed."
I flash a charming smile at the governor. "Indeed. The brigades won't know what hit them!" I twirl my dagger tossing it in the air and catching it. "So where is the target? They must be powerful indeed for you to call this many to fight them."
Tolroc stopped playing and put his lute away when the aid came in the usher them into the meeting.
After hearing the hearing the governor’s request, Tolroc answers, “My services are at your disposal Govenor. I will be happy to aid in bringing these brigands to justice.”
Othokent interlocks his fingers in a some sort of diamond-like symbol and bowed to Elnrog the moment he entered the room. The sense of reverence for the man only dims at the mention of 'savages', but only for a brief moment. "You need not speak for Othokent or Snake Eater. I speak for both." He says, side-eyeing Taluvus for a brie moment. "If great chieftain wishes this done, Othokent obeys." He bows his head. "You can rely on this one... But question, I think. Are these 'brigands' to be taken alive, or can be made food?" The Giant Snake's head rises in keen interest at the question.
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Hugolina answers the governor, "Likewise, I hunger to deliver justice upon these brigands." Her eyes briefly dart towards the giant snake. "Er, that is, you can count on me!"
The governor leans in, clearly pleased. "This is just what I wanted to hear. Now, your contract. I want the leaders of these thieves brought to me alive, so they may be put on trial and then lawfully executed. I care not what happens to their followers, as long as they stop their criminal acts. However, you may have to interrogate a few to find the leaders, as my men have no leads. Upon completion, I will bestow upon each of you a fair sum of gold for your troubles, as well as one piece of valuable equipment that shows your status as the Hunters and Slayers of Detris. Remember, I want your targets alive. No disintegrationeh.. eating them."
He clears his throat rather sheepishly. "As I said, my men have no leads. However, if you were to ask around town perhaps? Or, if you find that unsavory, you could always escort our outgoing caravans for the first few miles. Most of them get hit, without fail, no matter how many guards we post."
"With respect, great chieftan. This one thinks the little-big soft-skin meant preferred prey of 'brigands'."Othokent starts rubbing his neck. "Either way. Keep close eye on pack leader among our targets then. This we can do. But if caravans not go too soon. Can maybe ask around town first?"The lizardfolk expectantly looks to Talavus and Elnrog alongside Snake Eater.
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"These brigands grow too confident in themselves," Taluvus said, "we can use that to spring a potential trap against them should we decide to go that route. Otherwise perhaps some ask around, while others procure any caravans leaving the city, yes?"
"Ill be at the tavern, someone there is bound to know something..." Alton leaves quickly dagger still in hand, his face appearing to be lost in thought.
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The city of Detris is an old, hacking giant. Its streets are filled with smoke and ash from the many refineries that operate day and night. The ash, in particular, coats everything. Buildings, clothing, people. There is a perpetual trickle of it coming from the sky, almost like black snow. Each of you, somewhat familiar with the city, have made a reputation for yourselves in this City of Ash, and have been summoned to the Ministry building by a cryptic note, promising both work and handsome reward.
Upon your arrival, a steward leads each of you to the waiting room of the governor himself, where you wait as more hunters enter the room. You recognize most of these people, if by reputation only. Your stiffest competition on the job market, your rival mercenaries. The wait stretches on for an uncomfortably long amount of time, although your surroundings are quite well furbished. The steward that led you here keeps glancing nervously around the room, recognizing just how dangerous you all can be when you are upset... such as now.
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Tolroc sensing the nervousness of the steward and the impatience of many of the people waiting will take out of his lute and begin playing a slow song attempting to promote calm. He keeps his playing and singing soft so as to i not irritate people and as an attempt to draw them in and perhaps distract them for a little while. He is not using any magic, but just trying to do this through his performance.
Taluvus Kronus walked into the waiting room with all the swagger of a man that knew he was not only dangerous, but handsome and deadly as well. He wore a simple but effective leather tunic tied off at the waist with a swordbelt that carried his rapier, and a dark blue half-cape that covered his left arm. On his head, he wore a wide-brimmed hat with a plume of blue feathers that arched backwards, and as he swaggered into the room, his hide and leather boots clicked against the flooring.
The wait, he knew was going to be uncomfortable so might as well get comfy, he thought to himself as he sat down on a chair and leaned back, pulling the hat down over his face to take something of a nap. Someone would no doubt wake him up when the governor wanted his attention, but as it was now, there was little need for him to waste his time fiddling worrying about when he was going to be called. He'd rather be training, practicing his sword skills and footwork elsewhere, but what was he to do. He hoped at the very least it would be worth his while.
He then heard someone start playing their lute and peeked out from underneath his hat and gave a small grin before returning to his rest.
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Hugolina says, "Oh, I think I know this one." She nods her head to the music, humming softly.
Aloton sits near the door, back against the wall, warily watching the others in the room and fiddling with his dagger. He acknowledges everyone in this room is equally if not more dangerous than he is, and doesn't think it wise to turn his back on them. He stays near the door, ready to run if this is a trap set by one of his enemies. He silently watches, listening to their chatter and appreciating the bards music, flashing him a charming grin in thanks.
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Tolroc acknowledges Aloton's smile with a wink and recognizing Hugolina nods at her while he sings.
Elnrog enters the room. Fully armored and with a large greatsword strapped to his back, A short sword on his side, two hand axes, and a dagger. He glance uncomfortably at the large snake with the Lizardman and keeps his distance. He nods to the the others as he enters, knowing them by reputation if not personally.
About five minutes after Elnrog enters, the door to the Governor's office opens, and another steward ushers you all in. Before you is a large desk elevated by a platform. A human male with graying hair and a short beard sits behind the desk. "Welcome, you who hunt. I apologize for the wait. I had intended to meet you immediately, but the Peacemaker himself does take precedence. However, now you are here, and he is not." He readjusts his robes before beginning again. "As you know, a group of brigands has begun to assault my people. As you may also know, the local garrison has been able to do nothing about it, and the Peacemaker lacks the troops to provide a military solution, what with the disputes with the savages and all. All this to say, these brigands are causing me issues, and I don't want them to anymore. You will be rewarded handsomely, of course, to deal with such a large problem. If you accept my offer, then we can discuss the details. Great Hunters of Detris, can I rely on you?"
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As Taluvus steps into the room he removes the hat and presses it almost respectively on his chest as he listens to the governor. "These brigands that plague you shall fall like weeds to my blade," he says, "I cannot speak for the others, but this I am willing to do and your reliance is well placed."
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I flash a charming smile at the governor. "Indeed. The brigades won't know what hit them!" I twirl my dagger tossing it in the air and catching it. "So where is the target? They must be powerful indeed for you to call this many to fight them."
Tolroc stopped playing and put his lute away when the aid came in the usher them into the meeting.
After hearing the hearing the governor’s request, Tolroc answers, “My services are at your disposal Govenor. I will be happy to aid in bringing these brigands to justice.”
Othokent interlocks his fingers in a some sort of diamond-like symbol and bowed to Elnrog the moment he entered the room. The sense of reverence for the man only dims at the mention of 'savages', but only for a brief moment. "You need not speak for Othokent or Snake Eater. I speak for both." He says, side-eyeing Taluvus for a brie moment. "If great chieftain wishes this done, Othokent obeys." He bows his head. "You can rely on this one... But question, I think. Are these 'brigands' to be taken alive, or can be made food?" The Giant Snake's head rises in keen interest at the question.
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Hugolina answers the governor, "Likewise, I hunger to deliver justice upon these brigands." Her eyes briefly dart towards the giant snake. "Er, that is, you can count on me!"
The governor leans in, clearly pleased. "This is just what I wanted to hear. Now, your contract. I want the leaders of these thieves brought to me alive, so they may be put on trial and then lawfully executed. I care not what happens to their followers, as long as they stop their criminal acts. However, you may have to interrogate a few to find the leaders, as my men have no leads. Upon completion, I will bestow upon each of you a fair sum of gold for your troubles, as well as one piece of valuable equipment that shows your status as the Hunters and Slayers of Detris. Remember, I want your targets alive. No disintegration eh.. eating them."
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We shall keep be able to keep the leaders alive. What can you tell us about the brigands and the general area they operate within?
He clears his throat rather sheepishly. "As I said, my men have no leads. However, if you were to ask around town perhaps? Or, if you find that unsavory, you could always escort our outgoing caravans for the first few miles. Most of them get hit, without fail, no matter how many guards we post."
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"With respect, great chieftan. This one thinks the little-big soft-skin meant preferred prey of 'brigands'." Othokent starts rubbing his neck. "Either way. Keep close eye on pack leader among our targets then. This we can do. But if caravans not go too soon. Can maybe ask around town first?" The lizardfolk expectantly looks to Talavus and Elnrog alongside Snake Eater.
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"These brigands grow too confident in themselves," Taluvus said, "we can use that to spring a potential trap against them should we decide to go that route. Otherwise perhaps some ask around, while others procure any caravans leaving the city, yes?"
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"Ill be at the tavern, someone there is bound to know something..." Alton leaves quickly dagger still in hand, his face appearing to be lost in thought.