Zack had his doubts about whether or not the goblins would ever actually be 'on their side' against whatever was on the other side of the gate, but with a sigh, he would relent. this time on the off chance it proved true. Instead Zack would maintain a solid grip on his reigns. Saying loud enough to be head by the approaching dragonborn Fine then Old Man.... But if you're wrong.... I'm gonna sock you when we're done here, nice n' hard. Got that? he would say before focusing on the road ahead of him, with the wind in his face, his intention now to be to go 'around' the goblins if they became a 'thing' but feeling that this would somehow put them at a numbers disadvantage. Also, don't you dare talk shit about my mentor, or i'll show oyu exactly what he taught me.
The three of you saddle up and dash out the front door of the stables heading towards the gate. You easily over take the Goblins, Nadaars shouts claiming to be allies confuses them for long enough that they don't try to hamper your progress but continue towards the gate. As you get closer you see that the gate has been lowered already. Nadaar yells out for Beedo and Vark, one of the Goblins, Nadaar recognizes this one as Vark, exits the left tower and steps out to the raised platform. From the right tower you see Beedo stumble out, clutching at his stomach. From behind him you see Kella, the self proclaimed traveling monk, emerge from the tower before grabbing Beedo and throwing him over the railing. He gives out a pathetic scream before its cut short as he hits the ground. Vark looks over in surprise, before he lurches suddenly as a crossbow bolt strikes him in the chest and he falls limp.
Kella leans casually against the tower railing watching your approach as she reloads the hand crossbow, seemingly unconcerned about the three of you or the Goblins behind you. As you see this you are close to reaching the gate when you hear the thunder of hooves. Seven riders rush into town across the lowered gate and rush past either side of you. Their horses are clearly much faster and built for speed, as before you know it they are behind you and you can hear the yells of the Goblins before you as the riders quickly dispatch them. As you approach the gate six of the riders surround you forcing you to stop, at this point you are 10ft from the gate. Among the six riders surrounding you, you notice two humans, an elf, a dwarf, a Teifling, and the Largest of them, a red scaled Dragonborn who is seems to be staring at Nadaar in particular.
A male half elf with tan skin and short cut brown hair, the apparent leader of this group, rides along the outside of the circle but seems to ignore the three of you. "Kella my sweet, how lovely it is to see you again. As soon as I got your message I came running to your rescue. Good work opening the gate by the way, for a moment, when I saw the gate shut, I thought you didn't want to see me, but when the horn blew I knew it must be someone else. I'm glad to see you're just as capable as ever."
Kella continues to act as if she cares nothing about what's going on in front of her and appears relaxed. "Well you took your sweet time Xolkin, what took so long? I've been waiting here for three, make that four, days now. I've been bored out of my wits."
"Sorry, the Snail wanted us to make a quick stop on the way from..." Xolkin looks over his shoulders back as the three of you, the first real notice he has see to have taken. "Well, you know. Anyway the snakes and I got tied up. Sorry but there was no avoiding it, you know the Snail, he always gets his way and I am but..."
" A humble servant Yes yes save the theatrics for our guests. Actually don't, the elf definitely was on to me, she's probably told the other two who I am. So let's just get this over with.
"Fine" He says in a serious tone.He turns his horse around and approaches you all from the front. He gives you all a serious look, seemingly taking stock of your weapons, armor, injuries and generally sizing you up. All the while the red dragonborn is staring down Nadaar with increased intensity, you see a slight orange glow emanating from the back of his throat before the half elf cuts him off.
"We get it Krűl, your big, scary and breath fire. Try being polite for once in your life, you might find it rewarding."
The Dragonborn suppresses his anger and turns away with an emasculated look on his face.
The half elf turns back to the three of you with a big grin. "I apologize for my friend, he's all muscle and no brain unfortunately. Anyway, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Xolkin Alassandar, leader of the Seven Snakes. My lovely associate Kella has, obviously, stated that you most likely know who we are, but just in case your pretty elven friend didn't bother to tell you, allow me. Me and my associates here are members of the Zhentarim. Our lovely outfit provides the very best Mercs and killers that money can buy. And who exactly, are you?"
((OOC " Almond the six riders" ? Also a trick I've learned when that happens. Hit enter, create a spoiler tag. Write UNDER the spoiler. Click BEHIND the text you just wrote so it 'takes the text with it. Hit backspace until the spoiler tag disappears. Viola!))
(Ok that worked as does highlighting the text and then putting it in a spoiler evidently. I swear my phone has an auto wrong and not an auto correct. Even now it wants me to change "spoiler" to "spiler" and "now" into "mow" )
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Zack is mildly caught off guard by the situation, and a pang of pity flowed through him for the pair of gobbies, even if it didn't register on his face at the situation that was going on around them, as the riders rode around them, slew the trialing trio, and proceeded to surround the group. Zack began listening intently to every word.. Especially names.. Noting them to memory.. Just in case. Even as he does so he (SoH: 7) somewhat subtly tugs on the reins in such a way as to shine the light in a way that seemed like the horse simply 'moving' naturally, but in such a way as to allow him to counter-size them up taking stock of their weapons, the quality, if any of them seemed to be more a caster than fighter, or if they seemed more roguish, etc (Perc: 4).
After Nadia's revelation, Zack had been anticipating this but... not this soon.... Whatever... Deal with the problem in front of you.... he thought to himself. Hail, and well met travelers. he would say, in a tone and punctuation that anyone who knew him for more than a breif meeting didn't quite sound like his usual, casual self.
Would seem you two are having a lovers quarrel? I know a beautiful place along the coast to get her in the mood if you're interested. Would seem like you all have been on the road for some time to come to this town, as was it with us. his hand sweeping behind him or wherever Nadaar and Nadia might be at that particular moment. Though in our case we were coming for diplomatic reasons initially. However, once we spotted the towns condition.... he would say, wishing he had the worgs head with him still.. We began cleanup immediately. Though my Draconic friend over there managed to convince those two imbeciles to watch the gate for us. pointing to the two now slain goblins, knowing they had told Kella as much, and this would likely lend credence to the tale he was weaving. So tell me.... What does your organization need or want with a now defunct town? As far as we can tell, the place has been abandoned entirely. Your friend up there being the only person we've found that wasn't green.
As we told Kella up there, My name is Zack, this is Nadaar, and Nadia. And no, my friend here hadn't told us, if she knew at all. Nadia ... just gets.. Jealous.. easily. (Decep: 19)
As for who we are? The best description would be .... Hmm... Mercenary-Adventurers.
"Noted... About the second part. However, short of them shooting us in the back, I'll be sure to return the favor if you try out of spite all the same."He shouted over the wind, eyes having narrowed to dangerous slits. Soon enough, attention is back on the gate and events that unfolding. Seeing the six riders rush forth, Nadaar has half-mind to try and break through, surprising them with foolishness, if not boldness, and at least have the option of the moat. But they proved the faster, and he hesitant a second too and forced to reel back on the reigns.
Nadaar limits his looking around and tries to screw his visage into a devil may care veneer. A tactic to avoid giving way too much of building anxiety. At least until his eyes fell upon the Dragonborn...
Although some part of his brain stays on the exchange between the duo, he could never take his eyes off the red. Where at first there was mild surprise and confusion, it soon turned to tight expression, and then a return of the same intensity as faint plumes of orange toned smoke began wafting out nose and corner of his own maw. Just one breathe, one twitch, one snapping of the jaw open, and he would do the same; expecting less to counter the plume of inevitable death, and moreso to at least scar both horse and rider in what later Nadaar would recognize as petty defiance, if nothing else.
Even when the dragonborn is told off, and looks away, Nadaar kept an eye on him; and perhaps even, recall something (History:4). But, at least for now, the plumes steam and burnt cinnamon smell faded away. Wariness stole any immediate words from his mouth. So, it is only at the comment of Mercernary-Adventurers that he actively looks attentive. "Hmph! Wellll, that fits moreso you and Lady Nadia. Perhaps after exploring some ruin, or accepting some contract as a body guard, it'll be truth for me as well."He said before looking to Kella. "And no, one "request" for a pittance counts in my book. But ultimately, that is neither here nor there. What is truly important at this point is Mr. Zack's inquiry... as well as if our presence and/or assistance would be a boon or a bane to your mission."
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Zack you give slight tug on the reigns of the horse and successfully manage to make it look like the horse is just spooked and hard to control, given the circumstances its believable enough that no one seems to really notice your intent. Looking at the six riders surrounding you you notice several things. They all have some combination of melee and ranged weapons, most of the ranged weapons appear to be light crossbows, with the exception of the Dragonborn who has a much larger, heavier cross bow. They all wear leather armor, which seems well kept though worn. Overall from the six of them you notice none who look like casters though you know the teifling is capable of some innate magic as all teiflings are. As far as you can tell however, they are maybe a step above common bandits and cut throats. Chances are none of them are formally trained in any type of martial fighting, and thus will rely on a strength in numbers approach. The exception to this is the Dragonborn, who easily dwarfs all the others in sheer size. He looks as though he is likely around 7ft tall, and likely weighs several hundred pounds of pure muscle. While the others in the group carry some type of scimitar or short sword, he carries a large great-sword which is currently in its sheath attached to the horse. Though not as large as your own blade, its about as long and as you know all to well, likely just as deadly in the right hands, and just by the look of this fellow its likely he has had many occasions in which to practice. Even if he truly does lack formal training, he may be the deadliest looking of the bunch.
After scrutinizing the group you focus back on the half elf, Xolkin and of course his associate Kella. As you saw before, Kella is dressed in leathers suited for travel and light protection, has a small hand cross bow and a short-sword. If anyone here seemed the roguish type it would be her, as you've learned she's not afraid to lie or use dirty tricks to get the upper hand if the two goblins she killed in the tower were any sign. Then there's the leader, a half-elven man likely in his mid 30's. He has studded leather armor on which appears to be dirty from all the travel, but otherwise good quality. For weapons you see a short-sword sheathed to his hip, and a dagger sheathed on the small of his back. You see no ranged weapon on him or his horse.
Nadaar, while Xolkin and Kella are talking to themselves, you focus your attention on the dragonborn, like Zack you too notice that he is clearly the strongest of the bunch, while not a leader by any means you've notices, he is certainly a killer and likely good at it. His red scales are flecked with dirt and on parts of his body with exposed flesh you can see scars from various battles he has likely been in. His horse seems to barely hold his weight, but bears it none the less. His fiery eyes glare at you with an unexplained hatred, you try to think, do you know this person? Or does he know you from somewhere perhaps? Trying to think of where you might have met him before, if you've met him before, or what part of your past might have led someone who hates you to end up here and now prove fruitless. You simply have no memory of this person, if there was even a memory to have in the first place. Still, you've seen your fair share of brutes in the past, you suppose to yourself that it's just as likely that, as the biggest and strongest of his group, he always seeks out tough opponents. He might have saw another dragonborn and immediately focused in on you, assuming you to be the most martially gifted among your group. Whatever the reason, the stare remains until he is told off by his boss, but its clear he has marked you as an opponent in any case and you would do well to be wary of him should a fight be at hand.
At the mention of the lovers quarrel Kella snorts a loud laugh and interrupts. "Ha! Me and him? Maybe in his dreams!"
"Don't interrupt Kel, it's rude to our guests." Xolkin snaps back, with a touch of having been genuinely hurt by her comment on his face. He motions for you to continue what you were saying. As Zack introduces each of you, it seems Xolkinis paying special attention to the names, giving you each a good once over in turn. When Zack brings up having helped clear the town of Goblins, and of tricking the two at the gate, Xolkin turns his head to Kella for confirmation.
Kella gives a slight nod in the affirmative, "Tis true enough, watched them kill the worgs in the square, went to the temple after that, think that's where they found these poor sods at the gate. Then they went to the inn and found me. I might have been able to trick the handsome one," She gestures towards Zack, "Not sure if I fooled the Dragonborn with my tale, but the elf was on to me from the start. Good instinct on that one, even if it did rat me out. Still, she could've told her friends right then and there,and wouldn't've been much I could'a done to stop 'em from taken of my head if they wanted. With the gate closed I was stuck good and proper. But she did't, and they didn't either. Even cleared out the town for me, well most of it anyway."
"The great Kella Darkhope couldn't handle a few Goblins all by herself?"Xolkin yalls back to her.
"Of course I could! Just figured I'd let the goblins soften up these folk for your arrival while I prepared is all."
"So you want me to kill them for you then?"
"Don't really care, killing is easier, but I know you have an eye for talent, just wanted to make sure they were to tired and hurt to put up a real fight."
"Hmm." Xolkin refocuses his attention on the three of you. "You heard the lady, she says your to tired and hurt to put up a fight. I wonder if that's true? But, as she said I do have an eye for talent. So for now, we keep this peaceful, I do so enjoy meeting new people. Let me just make sure I got this right, you, Dragonborn, are Nadaar, the fella with the large sword here, you said your name was Zack yes? Good. And so our quiet elven friend with eyes like daggers must be.."
"Nadia." One of the human males says, interrupting Xolkin. "Nadia Selwyn, from the orphanage? Yeah that's is you! It'd been years!"
Nadia, if you had looked at the bandits surrounding you, you must not have recognized this one at first, but once he calls you by name and brings up the orphanage, you take a closer look at his face. He is young, probably 18 or 19 years old, with messy blonde hair, despite being dressed up with weapons and armor, you see the kid underneath it and recognize him as Gran, one of the other orphans from the orphanage you spent most of your life in. You had last seen him about 6 or 7 years ago, last you knew he was adopted by a family in need of someone young who could work on the farm. You don't remember him has having been one likely to fall in with the Zhents.
"Hahaha! Well I guess it really is a small world, so you know each other, how quaint. But we let's save the reunion until after, I would hate to have to end such a joys occasion by cutting off your pretty little head." He says this directed to Nadia but you catch him giving a stern glance over to Gran as well, who you see loses the excitement on his face and goes back to the role of hired thug.
"So, you say you came here for a diplomatic mission, you're fairly well armed to be typical diplomats, so I assume you got the same notice that has been making it's way around. Mercenary-adventurerswas it? I see you don't like the phrase Nadaar. Well, that's too bad, you see I like dealing with Mercs, hell, that's pretty much half my job. At least with Mercs I know there is always an opportunity to negotiate a price, It's always a shame when you have to kill some, otherwise competent folk, all because of some insufferable morals. But I suppose I should answer your question, and then we can see how things play out. Why was I sent here? Simply to assist Kella with her mission. Kella, was sent here by Zhent higher ups to infiltrate the town, and slowly work on converting the town into a Zhent base of operations. I believe the original plan had called for driving away the Lionshield Coster trading post here, once trade slowed down she would have had to bully Lady Nandar into exclusive trade with Zhent merchants, once we established a strong enough foothold, we would essentially run the town with Lady Nandar as a puppet. But, needles to say this whole giant business really put an end to that plan before it really started. Now, with the town abandoned, its ripe for the taking. So I was sent to reinforce the lovely Kella and secure the town, until further reinforcements can be arranged. While its not as subtle as most Zhent leaders would like, it works and is much more my style anyway. And easy too, since you did all the securing for us it seems, and in the last three days none of the townsfolk have returned, nor have any of Lady Nandar's garrison it seems. So, since no one else seems to have an interest in the town, I'd say it's rightfully ours. Of course, we do have three guests. So, I've been honest with you, I'm not afraid to admit the truth because, well, frankly you'll either be leaving here with Zhent gold in your pockets and closed lips or not at all. I'd rather we be friends, or at the very least, not enemies. So I propose something simple. We give you a sum of gold and you go about your merry way. You don't have to help us at all if you don't want to, all you have to do is keep quiet and leave, Hells if you want I'll let you stay in town for the night so you can get some rest, you all look tired. I swear you will not be bothered by me or of my crew, Kella included. Go sleep, get paid, go home. How does that sound to you?"
Nadia could feel her heart drop when she saw Kella dispose of Beedo like a piece of garbage, her hands tightening on the reins of her horse to contain the frustration she was feeling deep inside. She glared at the ‘friendly’ looking group of new individuals, keeping her focus mainly on their so called leader, then to Kella whenever she would rejoin them. I knew we shouldn’t have trusted that hijo de puta from the very beginning,she says mentally, angrily looking at each of the members of the group now. All Zhents are the ******* same; lying, deceiving little— Her thought stops mid sentence when she notices someone among them that was oddly familiar but...
With selective hearing, Nadia glares daggers at the back of Zack’s head mentioning she had gotten jealous easily, an obvious lie, but considering the situation, it wasn’t the best time to make jokes. Her gaze shifted from the fighter back to the leader again as the two conversed, darting back and forth between him and the familiar face. It was something to keep her from knocking back an arrow right in one of Kella’s pretty little eyes.
But the glaring ceased when she heard him speak her name, her chest tightening when she finally realized who he was. “Gran?” She breathed out softly, breaking the silence she kept up for so long. She knew some of the orphaned kids would resort to joining the Black Network to be able to survive, but she didn’t expect to see him here after his adoption. Did he end up getting bored of being a farm hand and joined them for some sort of adventure? Now wasn’t the time to question him. Maybe later... if she was allowed to anyways.
Her rehardened eyes returned to Xolkin, her lips thinning as she clenched her teeth, wanting more than anything to tell him where to shove his grapes, but she would be risking their lives for a moment of being snarky. When it came down to making the decision to stay for the night to rest, Nadia would stay quiet once again, though truthfully, despite wanting to question Gran on why he was with these thugs, she wanted nothing more than to leave and never see these people again.
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Zack maintained his focus on Xolkin, his expression remaining aloof, and unassuming. Though internally he was considering every angle. Zack.. was far too trusting but after knowing for sure that the people around him were Zhents, thanks to Nadia's revelation, and the admittedly loose-lipped leader flat-out admitted their intentions, he thought to himself I can't trust these people as far as I can throw them... eh.. bad analogy... I could probably throw some of these wimps pretty far.. except maybe the dragonborn.... prompting a mental chuckle despite the situation. We could probably take out a few of them pretty easily... but sometimes numbers can overwhelm. Then again... Nadia and Nadaar might just have a trick or two up their sleeve.... that could even that ratio... The primary issue is Kella.. who's 'up there' who will always have some degree of advantage until someone closes the gap. But... I don't want anyone to get hurt..... so peace might be best...Zack Hmm'd as if considering the offer seriously, if only to buy himself time to think.
Finally, his finger snapped up as if he'd finally come to some decision. I mean, how much are we talking about? I'm sure we won't be dissatisfied with the sum.. but you know, always nice to know how wet your whistle is going to get.. and if it can be increased.... Whether we have to work for it or not. But I suppose I should be plain and clear, considering you've been so straightforward with us.. it's only fair right? But clearly... Some of yours have an issue with some of mine.... Which makes it difficult to translate the you and us, into a "we" if you catch my meaning. And apparently Nadia and that man he says, 'chinning' towards the man who had spoken to her "Gran" have a little history. So, I'd like to talk with you in more detail before we settle in for the night... to see what opportunities might be available for our group, especially if more money might be shuffled our way. So .. what I propose is this. Leave the red behind he said, intentionally inflecting it to be somewhat of an insult and perhaps leave a few people with him to make sure the Goblins don't scare him - Since his issue with my black friend might make negotiations difficult if he can't control himself... While you Kella, and Nadia's childhood friend head back to the stables where we found these beauties Patting his horse with his right gloved hand. Let Nadia and him catch up...And we can talk business opportunities before my group turns in hmm? (persuasion if needed: 23)
Xolkin smirks and looks over to the Red Dragonborn. "Krűl, you and Thorin take the towers, close the gate. No one comes in or out without my say so." The Dragonborn nods and he and the Dwarf move to head towards the gate. Xolkin turns to the elf "Sid, you take Beshem, do a sweep of the town, make sure we don't have anymore guests. You find any more Goblins, kill them, anyone else, try to keep them alive until I say otherwise." The Elf and the other human both nod and start heading towards the windmill to start a patrol. "Gran and Zafaris, you're with me. Kella, you come if you want, I know you hate it when I give you orders."
"I want to go to the stables anyway, Stella is there, I need to make sure she's okay." Kella climbs down the tower, Xolkin, Gran, and Zafaris, the Teifling, stick together. Xolkin Motions towards the stables. "After you. We will discuss business there."
Zack would give an approving nod, accompanied by a genuine smile and grunt, as expected of someone carrying around a giant sword. He then says, to add some humor And don't worry. I don't intend to keep you two lovebirds away from each-other for too long! before finally drawing in his horse, and turning it around with a soft tug. Indeed. Much business. The thing is... I've been genuinely searching for this exact sort of opportunity. It's hard to do anything without money and finding a good, continuous source of it as a Mercenary was .. more or less already my plan. If I can get in with an organization that's already well rooted, and not have to be on my own with it? All the better.he said honestly. Keeping his horse to a slow pace as it finally had fully turned around entirely. Giving Nadia and Nadaar a single wink before continuing along the way. Zack was tired, despite his nap, but there was still a little work to be done before sleep could be had.
Looking behind him, then after hearing Zolkin's last words, a bit of a curious expression Stella?
Kella hops onto the back of Grans horse, as you slowly trot the horses towards the stables, you hear the chains then the Drawbridge shift as the bridge is raised behind you. Kella looks behind her towards the closing gate. "Stellas my horse. Xolkin, you sure you have to close the gate?"
"Yes I am. Why? Going somewhere?"
When Kella doesn't answer Xolkin focuses back on Zack. "Well, you could say Kel here is a bit obsessed with that animal. Speaking of which." Xolkin gives a quick and loud whistle, the flying snake that was coiled around Kellas arm quickly loosens and flys towards Xolkin, coming to rest on his head. Xolkin reaches up and pets the reptile, letting it slither across is arm until it finds coils around his arm in the same manner was when it was with Kella.
"I missed you little guy. Good work as always." As Zack talks about looking for Merc work, Xolkins tone of voice turns from a casual, playful tone, to serious and business like. "Well you won't find better rooted than the Black Network. We have agents just about everywhere, and theres plenty of work to go around. You don't strike me as the roguish type, but theres always work for talented fighters. Plenty of jobs need muscle, either as a guard or in a more offensive capacity depending on the job. And best part is you don't have to stick in one place. Work on your own like Kella here, or work with a group like me and the snakes. Do enough small jobs and make a name for yourself and work will come to you faster than you can handle it. And don't worry about money. There's always plenty of that to go around."
Xolkin looks over to Nadaar and Nadia. "You two don't strike me as the type to care for my line of work, but I won't hold that against you. If neither of you are interested in any future work that's fine. You'll still be allowed to leave here unharmed as long as you agree not to tell anyone what you saw here. And for what it's worth I apologize for my associate back there, Krűl doesn't like others of his kind." Xolkins serious tone is free of any attempted deception, as far as any of you can tell. He seems to be very serious when discussing possible recruitment, and the promise of safe passage and his apology both seem genuine enough. Still, as you all know, you are dealing with a Zhent.
By time he finishes his apology you've all reached the front of the Stables.
Aside from the glance between Nadia and Gren, Nadaar kept to an otherwise half-interested, or at least half-asleep air about him throughout much of the conversation. Or tried to, at the very least. Learning the depths of Kella's duplicity, for one, warranted at least her being the sole focus of attention, and a cheshire grin... of approval? It is hard to say. At the very least it is clearer than his apparent lack of visible concern over the death threats. Then again, perhaps the black scaled traveler has dealt with at least Xolkin's kind before, and saw it as more theatrics than genuine...
He does perk up at Zack's suggestion. But after glancing up to the sky and thinking for a moment, he simply nodded to himself, accepting circumstances -- accept their 'leader's' suggestion without complaint. "A moment. There is something I wish to retrieve." He said, making to dismount, and even unbinding a sheathed longsword from his side to leave by the horse. "Lent one of the previous guards a keepsake, and just like to retrieve it before we move on."He adds simply, and if allowed to, casually makes his way over to check Beedo's fallen over body for the horn, retrieving it, if possible. And if not, what remains are recovered in a huff before he returns to follow along by horseback, sword strapped, and look of mild irritation.
(I can't remember which one fell from the gate, but he is checking that one only for the horn. If he saw that the other had it, and did not fall from the tower, he just sigh and not say anything)
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"In that, me and this Krul are not so unlike!" He replies back cheerily. "And for the record, it is not that I don't care for the work. At least not by much. My family has even had reason to hire the like in the past, distasteful as it is given my people's culture." He shoots a glance at Kella. "But given the choice between coin and conflict, pushy as I can be, coin is always preferred. Though if you /need/ someone to help spin the tale of your acquisition at some future date in a positive light, send word to Neverwinter. Seeing as that'll be where I'll be staying the longest in the future. But until such a time, my lips are sealed... once coin is exchanged." He slides off the horse at that point, and heads on inside. "But who knows. Perhaps after seeing the amount just for keeping, I could very well be made to change my mind." He says, smoothly transition from carefree to a more serious and almost highborn tone.
"Anyhow. Let's continue on inside. Come along, Velixx."And so he ushers his draft horse inside and back to its stall. For all his apparent care throughout the process of getting her settled in before making for the haybale loft, the dragonborn is careful to make sure his back isn't to either Zhents for more than a few seconds. After which he finds some reason or another to have to shift to a "better" position to handle a task. "Say Lady Nadia? Mind helping me sort the bedding out up there?" He asks on his eventual way up if Nadia hadn't already beaten him to it.
(This occurs while Nadaar is searching for his horn and thus before most of my prior posts conversation)
Nadaar, as you embed over to the body of Beedo, you start to search for the horn. You know for a fact this was the Goblin who took the horn, yet he doesnt seem to have it on him. From behind you Kella calls out "Looking for this?"
Looking back at her you see that she is holding the horn in her hand inspecting it. "I wish I had paid more attention, didn't see he had this on him or I might have taken him out sooner. Smart, making sure they alerted you to anyone approaching from outside." she gives a resigned sigh and gently tosses the horn your way so it's easily catchable. "Here" she says just before tossing it.
(Will post the rest in the stables once everyone has a chance to post what they want)
((Sorry for the delay! Had a very busy Saturday c:))
Yeah, I don't care about your line of work, Nadia replies back mentally, trying to keep her gaze nonlethal, because you're nothing but lying sacks of mierda. Estúpidos hijos de puta que piensan que son invencibles. Solo espera, hijo de puta, una de mis flechas va a atravesar tu cráneo. As they continued forward (and she finally stopped cursing out Xolkin), she glanced over to Gran, wanting to try an match his horses speed to start a conversation, but... she just couldn't. There was a knot in the back of her throat of uncertainty making it hard for her to speak. The day he was adopted was a happy day, as all adoptions were in their orphanage, so how did he end up here? She didn't want to ask such personal questions with all of these people around, and she didn't peanut gallery commentary (Xolkin mainly, as he seemed to be the type) distracting her.
As they approached the stables, the elf would hope that whatever plan Zack and Nadaar were cooking up (as she would hope that they weren't serious about joining their organization), they would at least grant her a second to ask him how and why he was working for the Zhents in a more private setting, even though she knew in the end what she would have to do. You couldn't trust them, even if they're an old friend, and that hurt her the most. When sliding off the horse to usher it inside, she gave Gran a weak smile, hoping that maybe she could gauge some sort of reaction from him other than the hardened guard look.
After having put her horse back in its allotted stall, Nadia turned back to the dragonborn after having requested some assistance. "Sure, sure..." She answers, taking the ladder up first.
As you all enter the stable, Kella dismounts from the back of Grans horse and rushes over to the grey mare, the riding horse you had all noticed earlier. She enters its stall and pats its muzzle, taking a treat from one of the bags and feeding it to the horse. "There there girl, Mamma's glad your safe."
While Kella is with her horse, the other Zhents find places to stow their horses near the entrance. Nadia, when you smile at Gran, he gives a weak smile back, dropping the tough guy persona and reminding you of the kid he used to be, if only for a moment anyway. When Nadia and Nadaar start to head to the loft, Xolkin turns to Gran. "Why don't you head up there and help them? Kella, go with Gran up top and help however you can."
"No, I don't work for you and I haven't seen Stella all day, I'm staying here." Comes a firm reply from Kella.
With a sigh, Xolkin relents, "Fine, Gran just you then, the three of us will be fine down here with our new friend." Gran nods and heads for the latter, but Xolkin grabs him by the arm firmly. In an equally firm voice he says "Just remember who your real family is, who's been looking out for you all these years, got it?"
"Of course boss, always."
"Good lad, now go, catch up with your friend." Xolkin let's Gran go and he heads up to the loft to accompany Nadia and Nadaar.
Once Zack has his horse stabled, Xolkin approaches, you can't help but notice that, with the exception of Gran, all the Zhents are near the open front door, which seems to have been intentionally left open. The Teifling stands in the corner, watching the interaction between Zack and Xolkin closely.
"So, let's get down to business then. I'll start of simple, we can discuss possible future work after. First, I want to make an offer to assure the silence of you and your companions."Xolkin grabs a small bag from his pouch and pours the contents into his hand, show 5 fairly good quality gemstones. "Each of these are worth 100 gold, so I offer you the entire bag, 500 golds worth of gems to keep quiet."He then puts the gems back into the bag. "On top of that you'll be allowed to keep the horses that you've technically stolen from us, as well as any equipment in the stables you might need to take care of the horses. Of course you'll also be allowed to sleep in the town tonight if you so choose, and I promise my crew will keep their distance and you shan't be bothered, so long as you're friends also agree to stay away until morning. Sound like a deal?"
(Will begin posting in roughly 30.. just woke up from a coma like nap ~.~)
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Zack had his doubts about whether or not the goblins would ever actually be 'on their side' against whatever was on the other side of the gate, but with a sigh, he would relent. this time on the off chance it proved true. Instead Zack would maintain a solid grip on his reigns. Saying loud enough to be head by the approaching dragonborn Fine then Old Man.... But if you're wrong.... I'm gonna sock you when we're done here, nice n' hard. Got that? he would say before focusing on the road ahead of him, with the wind in his face, his intention now to be to go 'around' the goblins if they became a 'thing' but feeling that this would somehow put them at a numbers disadvantage. Also, don't you dare talk shit about my mentor, or i'll show oyu exactly what he taught me.
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The three of you saddle up and dash out the front door of the stables heading towards the gate. You easily over take the Goblins, Nadaars shouts claiming to be allies confuses them for long enough that they don't try to hamper your progress but continue towards the gate. As you get closer you see that the gate has been lowered already. Nadaar yells out for Beedo and Vark, one of the Goblins, Nadaar recognizes this one as Vark, exits the left tower and steps out to the raised platform. From the right tower you see Beedo stumble out, clutching at his stomach. From behind him you see Kella, the self proclaimed traveling monk, emerge from the tower before grabbing Beedo and throwing him over the railing. He gives out a pathetic scream before its cut short as he hits the ground. Vark looks over in surprise, before he lurches suddenly as a crossbow bolt strikes him in the chest and he falls limp.
Kella leans casually against the tower railing watching your approach as she reloads the hand crossbow, seemingly unconcerned about the three of you or the Goblins behind you. As you see this you are close to reaching the gate when you hear the thunder of hooves. Seven riders rush into town across the lowered gate and rush past either side of you. Their horses are clearly much faster and built for speed, as before you know it they are behind you and you can hear the yells of the Goblins before you as the riders quickly dispatch them. As you approach the gate six of the riders surround you forcing you to stop, at this point you are 10ft from the gate. Among the six riders surrounding you, you notice two humans, an elf, a dwarf, a Teifling, and the Largest of them, a red scaled Dragonborn who is seems to be staring at Nadaar in particular.
A male half elf with tan skin and short cut brown hair, the apparent leader of this group, rides along the outside of the circle but seems to ignore the three of you. "Kella my sweet, how lovely it is to see you again. As soon as I got your message I came running to your rescue. Good work opening the gate by the way, for a moment, when I saw the gate shut, I thought you didn't want to see me, but when the horn blew I knew it must be someone else. I'm glad to see you're just as capable as ever."
Kella continues to act as if she cares nothing about what's going on in front of her and appears relaxed. "Well you took your sweet time Xolkin, what took so long? I've been waiting here for three, make that four, days now. I've been bored out of my wits."
"Sorry, the Snail wanted us to make a quick stop on the way from..." Xolkin looks over his shoulders back as the three of you, the first real notice he has see to have taken. "Well, you know. Anyway the snakes and I got tied up. Sorry but there was no avoiding it, you know the Snail, he always gets his way and I am but..."
" A humble servant Yes yes save the theatrics for our guests. Actually don't, the elf definitely was on to me, she's probably told the other two who I am. So let's just get this over with.
"Fine" He says in a serious tone.He turns his horse around and approaches you all from the front. He gives you all a serious look, seemingly taking stock of your weapons, armor, injuries and generally sizing you up. All the while the red dragonborn is staring down Nadaar with increased intensity, you see a slight orange glow emanating from the back of his throat before the half elf cuts him off.
"We get it Krűl, your big, scary and breath fire. Try being polite for once in your life, you might find it rewarding."
The Dragonborn suppresses his anger and turns away with an emasculated look on his face.
The half elf turns back to the three of you with a big grin. "I apologize for my friend, he's all muscle and no brain unfortunately. Anyway, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Xolkin Alassandar, leader of the Seven Snakes. My lovely associate Kella has, obviously, stated that you most likely know who we are, but just in case your pretty elven friend didn't bother to tell you, allow me. Me and my associates here are members of the Zhentarim. Our lovely outfit provides the very best Mercs and killers that money can buy. And who exactly, are you?"
((OOC " Almond the six riders" ? Also a trick I've learned when that happens. Hit enter, create a spoiler tag. Write UNDER the spoiler. Click BEHIND the text you just wrote so it 'takes the text with it. Hit backspace until the spoiler tag disappears. Viola!))
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(**** sorry auto correct most likely. Was on and off typing on my phone at work between calls. I'll go through it again and update shortly)
(Ok that worked as does highlighting the text and then putting it in a spoiler evidently. I swear my phone has an auto wrong and not an auto correct. Even now it wants me to change "spoiler" to "spiler" and "now" into "mow" )
Zack is mildly caught off guard by the situation, and a pang of pity flowed through him for the pair of gobbies, even if it didn't register on his face at the situation that was going on around them, as the riders rode around them, slew the trialing trio, and proceeded to surround the group. Zack began listening intently to every word.. Especially names.. Noting them to memory.. Just in case. Even as he does so he (SoH: 7) somewhat subtly tugs on the reins in such a way as to shine the light in a way that seemed like the horse simply 'moving' naturally, but in such a way as to allow him to counter-size them up taking stock of their weapons, the quality, if any of them seemed to be more a caster than fighter, or if they seemed more roguish, etc (Perc: 4).
After Nadia's revelation, Zack had been anticipating this but... not this soon.... Whatever... Deal with the problem in front of you.... he thought to himself. Hail, and well met travelers. he would say, in a tone and punctuation that anyone who knew him for more than a breif meeting didn't quite sound like his usual, casual self.
Would seem you two are having a lovers quarrel? I know a beautiful place along the coast to get her in the mood if you're interested. Would seem like you all have been on the road for some time to come to this town, as was it with us. his hand sweeping behind him or wherever Nadaar and Nadia might be at that particular moment. Though in our case we were coming for diplomatic reasons initially. However, once we spotted the towns condition.... he would say, wishing he had the worgs head with him still.. We began cleanup immediately. Though my Draconic friend over there managed to convince those two imbeciles to watch the gate for us. pointing to the two now slain goblins, knowing they had told Kella as much, and this would likely lend credence to the tale he was weaving. So tell me.... What does your organization need or want with a now defunct town? As far as we can tell, the place has been abandoned entirely. Your friend up there being the only person we've found that wasn't green.
As we told Kella up there, My name is Zack, this is Nadaar, and Nadia. And no, my friend here hadn't told us, if she knew at all. Nadia ... just gets.. Jealous.. easily. (Decep: 19)
As for who we are? The best description would be .... Hmm... Mercenary-Adventurers.
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"Noted... About the second part. However, short of them shooting us in the back, I'll be sure to return the favor if you try out of spite all the same." He shouted over the wind, eyes having narrowed to dangerous slits. Soon enough, attention is back on the gate and events that unfolding. Seeing the six riders rush forth, Nadaar has half-mind to try and break through, surprising them with foolishness, if not boldness, and at least have the option of the moat. But they proved the faster, and he hesitant a second too and forced to reel back on the reigns.
Nadaar limits his looking around and tries to screw his visage into a devil may care veneer. A tactic to avoid giving way too much of building anxiety. At least until his eyes fell upon the Dragonborn...
Although some part of his brain stays on the exchange between the duo, he could never take his eyes off the red. Where at first there was mild surprise and confusion, it soon turned to tight expression, and then a return of the same intensity as faint plumes of orange toned smoke began wafting out nose and corner of his own maw. Just one breathe, one twitch, one snapping of the jaw open, and he would do the same; expecting less to counter the plume of inevitable death, and moreso to at least scar both horse and rider in what later Nadaar would recognize as petty defiance, if nothing else.
Even when the dragonborn is told off, and looks away, Nadaar kept an eye on him; and perhaps even, recall something (History:4). But, at least for now, the plumes steam and burnt cinnamon smell faded away. Wariness stole any immediate words from his mouth. So, it is only at the comment of Mercernary-Adventurers that he actively looks attentive. "Hmph! Wellll, that fits moreso you and Lady Nadia. Perhaps after exploring some ruin, or accepting some contract as a body guard, it'll be truth for me as well." He said before looking to Kella. "And no, one "request" for a pittance counts in my book. But ultimately, that is neither here nor there. What is truly important at this point is Mr. Zack's inquiry... as well as if our presence and/or assistance would be a boon or a bane to your mission."
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Zack you give slight tug on the reigns of the horse and successfully manage to make it look like the horse is just spooked and hard to control, given the circumstances its believable enough that no one seems to really notice your intent. Looking at the six riders surrounding you you notice several things. They all have some combination of melee and ranged weapons, most of the ranged weapons appear to be light crossbows, with the exception of the Dragonborn who has a much larger, heavier cross bow. They all wear leather armor, which seems well kept though worn. Overall from the six of them you notice none who look like casters though you know the teifling is capable of some innate magic as all teiflings are. As far as you can tell however, they are maybe a step above common bandits and cut throats. Chances are none of them are formally trained in any type of martial fighting, and thus will rely on a strength in numbers approach. The exception to this is the Dragonborn, who easily dwarfs all the others in sheer size. He looks as though he is likely around 7ft tall, and likely weighs several hundred pounds of pure muscle. While the others in the group carry some type of scimitar or short sword, he carries a large great-sword which is currently in its sheath attached to the horse. Though not as large as your own blade, its about as long and as you know all to well, likely just as deadly in the right hands, and just by the look of this fellow its likely he has had many occasions in which to practice. Even if he truly does lack formal training, he may be the deadliest looking of the bunch.
After scrutinizing the group you focus back on the half elf, Xolkin and of course his associate Kella. As you saw before, Kella is dressed in leathers suited for travel and light protection, has a small hand cross bow and a short-sword. If anyone here seemed the roguish type it would be her, as you've learned she's not afraid to lie or use dirty tricks to get the upper hand if the two goblins she killed in the tower were any sign. Then there's the leader, a half-elven man likely in his mid 30's. He has studded leather armor on which appears to be dirty from all the travel, but otherwise good quality. For weapons you see a short-sword sheathed to his hip, and a dagger sheathed on the small of his back. You see no ranged weapon on him or his horse.
Nadaar, while Xolkin and Kella are talking to themselves, you focus your attention on the dragonborn, like Zack you too notice that he is clearly the strongest of the bunch, while not a leader by any means you've notices, he is certainly a killer and likely good at it. His red scales are flecked with dirt and on parts of his body with exposed flesh you can see scars from various battles he has likely been in. His horse seems to barely hold his weight, but bears it none the less. His fiery eyes glare at you with an unexplained hatred, you try to think, do you know this person? Or does he know you from somewhere perhaps? Trying to think of where you might have met him before, if you've met him before, or what part of your past might have led someone who hates you to end up here and now prove fruitless. You simply have no memory of this person, if there was even a memory to have in the first place. Still, you've seen your fair share of brutes in the past, you suppose to yourself that it's just as likely that, as the biggest and strongest of his group, he always seeks out tough opponents. He might have saw another dragonborn and immediately focused in on you, assuming you to be the most martially gifted among your group. Whatever the reason, the stare remains until he is told off by his boss, but its clear he has marked you as an opponent in any case and you would do well to be wary of him should a fight be at hand.
At the mention of the lovers quarrel Kella snorts a loud laugh and interrupts. "Ha! Me and him? Maybe in his dreams!"
"Don't interrupt Kel, it's rude to our guests." Xolkin snaps back, with a touch of having been genuinely hurt by her comment on his face. He motions for you to continue what you were saying. As Zack introduces each of you, it seems Xolkinis paying special attention to the names, giving you each a good once over in turn. When Zack brings up having helped clear the town of Goblins, and of tricking the two at the gate, Xolkin turns his head to Kella for confirmation.
Kella gives a slight nod in the affirmative, "Tis true enough, watched them kill the worgs in the square, went to the temple after that, think that's where they found these poor sods at the gate. Then they went to the inn and found me. I might have been able to trick the handsome one," She gestures towards Zack, "Not sure if I fooled the Dragonborn with my tale, but the elf was on to me from the start. Good instinct on that one, even if it did rat me out. Still, she could've told her friends right then and there,and wouldn't've been much I could'a done to stop 'em from taken of my head if they wanted. With the gate closed I was stuck good and proper. But she did't, and they didn't either. Even cleared out the town for me, well most of it anyway."
"The great Kella Darkhope couldn't handle a few Goblins all by herself?"Xolkin yalls back to her.
"Of course I could! Just figured I'd let the goblins soften up these folk for your arrival while I prepared is all."
"So you want me to kill them for you then?"
"Don't really care, killing is easier, but I know you have an eye for talent, just wanted to make sure they were to tired and hurt to put up a real fight."
"Hmm." Xolkin refocuses his attention on the three of you. "You heard the lady, she says your to tired and hurt to put up a fight. I wonder if that's true? But, as she said I do have an eye for talent. So for now, we keep this peaceful, I do so enjoy meeting new people. Let me just make sure I got this right, you, Dragonborn, are Nadaar, the fella with the large sword here, you said your name was Zack yes? Good. And so our quiet elven friend with eyes like daggers must be.."
"Nadia." One of the human males says, interrupting Xolkin. "Nadia Selwyn, from the orphanage? Yeah that's is you! It'd been years!"
Nadia, if you had looked at the bandits surrounding you, you must not have recognized this one at first, but once he calls you by name and brings up the orphanage, you take a closer look at his face. He is young, probably 18 or 19 years old, with messy blonde hair, despite being dressed up with weapons and armor, you see the kid underneath it and recognize him as Gran, one of the other orphans from the orphanage you spent most of your life in. You had last seen him about 6 or 7 years ago, last you knew he was adopted by a family in need of someone young who could work on the farm. You don't remember him has having been one likely to fall in with the Zhents.
"Hahaha! Well I guess it really is a small world, so you know each other, how quaint. But we let's save the reunion until after, I would hate to have to end such a joys occasion by cutting off your pretty little head." He says this directed to Nadia but you catch him giving a stern glance over to Gran as well, who you see loses the excitement on his face and goes back to the role of hired thug.
"So, you say you came here for a diplomatic mission, you're fairly well armed to be typical diplomats, so I assume you got the same notice that has been making it's way around. Mercenary-adventurers was it? I see you don't like the phrase Nadaar. Well, that's too bad, you see I like dealing with Mercs, hell, that's pretty much half my job. At least with Mercs I know there is always an opportunity to negotiate a price, It's always a shame when you have to kill some, otherwise competent folk, all because of some insufferable morals. But I suppose I should answer your question, and then we can see how things play out. Why was I sent here? Simply to assist Kella with her mission. Kella, was sent here by Zhent higher ups to infiltrate the town, and slowly work on converting the town into a Zhent base of operations. I believe the original plan had called for driving away the Lionshield Coster trading post here, once trade slowed down she would have had to bully Lady Nandar into exclusive trade with Zhent merchants, once we established a strong enough foothold, we would essentially run the town with Lady Nandar as a puppet. But, needles to say this whole giant business really put an end to that plan before it really started. Now, with the town abandoned, its ripe for the taking. So I was sent to reinforce the lovely Kella and secure the town, until further reinforcements can be arranged. While its not as subtle as most Zhent leaders would like, it works and is much more my style anyway. And easy too, since you did all the securing for us it seems, and in the last three days none of the townsfolk have returned, nor have any of Lady Nandar's garrison it seems. So, since no one else seems to have an interest in the town, I'd say it's rightfully ours. Of course, we do have three guests. So, I've been honest with you, I'm not afraid to admit the truth because, well, frankly you'll either be leaving here with Zhent gold in your pockets and closed lips or not at all. I'd rather we be friends, or at the very least, not enemies. So I propose something simple. We give you a sum of gold and you go about your merry way. You don't have to help us at all if you don't want to, all you have to do is keep quiet and leave, Hells if you want I'll let you stay in town for the night so you can get some rest, you all look tired. I swear you will not be bothered by me or of my crew, Kella included. Go sleep, get paid, go home. How does that sound to you?"
Nadia could feel her heart drop when she saw Kella dispose of Beedo like a piece of garbage, her hands tightening on the reins of her horse to contain the frustration she was feeling deep inside. She glared at the ‘friendly’ looking group of new individuals, keeping her focus mainly on their so called leader, then to Kella whenever she would rejoin them. I knew we shouldn’t have trusted that hijo de puta from the very beginning, she says mentally, angrily looking at each of the members of the group now. All Zhents are the ******* same; lying, deceiving little— Her thought stops mid sentence when she notices someone among them that was oddly familiar but...
With selective hearing, Nadia glares daggers at the back of Zack’s head mentioning she had gotten jealous easily, an obvious lie, but considering the situation, it wasn’t the best time to make jokes. Her gaze shifted from the fighter back to the leader again as the two conversed, darting back and forth between him and the familiar face. It was something to keep her from knocking back an arrow right in one of Kella’s pretty little eyes.
But the glaring ceased when she heard him speak her name, her chest tightening when she finally realized who he was. “Gran?” She breathed out softly, breaking the silence she kept up for so long. She knew some of the orphaned kids would resort to joining the Black Network to be able to survive, but she didn’t expect to see him here after his adoption. Did he end up getting bored of being a farm hand and joined them for some sort of adventure? Now wasn’t the time to question him. Maybe later... if she was allowed to anyways.
Her rehardened eyes returned to Xolkin, her lips thinning as she clenched her teeth, wanting more than anything to tell him where to shove his grapes, but she would be risking their lives for a moment of being snarky. When it came down to making the decision to stay for the night to rest, Nadia would stay quiet once again, though truthfully, despite wanting to question Gran on why he was with these thugs, she wanted nothing more than to leave and never see these people again.
Zack maintained his focus on Xolkin, his expression remaining aloof, and unassuming. Though internally he was considering every angle. Zack.. was far too trusting but after knowing for sure that the people around him were Zhents, thanks to Nadia's revelation, and the admittedly loose-lipped leader flat-out admitted their intentions, he thought to himself I can't trust these people as far as I can throw them... eh.. bad analogy... I could probably throw some of these wimps pretty far.. except maybe the dragonborn.... prompting a mental chuckle despite the situation. We could probably take out a few of them pretty easily... but sometimes numbers can overwhelm. Then again... Nadia and Nadaar might just have a trick or two up their sleeve.... that could even that ratio... The primary issue is Kella.. who's 'up there' who will always have some degree of advantage until someone closes the gap. But... I don't want anyone to get hurt..... so peace might be best...Zack Hmm'd as if considering the offer seriously, if only to buy himself time to think.
Finally, his finger snapped up as if he'd finally come to some decision. I mean, how much are we talking about? I'm sure we won't be dissatisfied with the sum.. but you know, always nice to know how wet your whistle is going to get.. and if it can be increased.... Whether we have to work for it or not. But I suppose I should be plain and clear, considering you've been so straightforward with us.. it's only fair right? But clearly... Some of yours have an issue with some of mine.... Which makes it difficult to translate the you and us, into a "we" if you catch my meaning. And apparently Nadia and that man he says, 'chinning' towards the man who had spoken to her "Gran" have a little history. So, I'd like to talk with you in more detail before we settle in for the night... to see what opportunities might be available for our group, especially if more money might be shuffled our way. So .. what I propose is this. Leave the red behind he said, intentionally inflecting it to be somewhat of an insult and perhaps leave a few people with him to make sure the Goblins don't scare him - Since his issue with my black friend might make negotiations difficult if he can't control himself... While you Kella, and Nadia's childhood friend head back to the stables where we found these beauties Patting his horse with his right gloved hand. Let Nadia and him catch up...And we can talk business opportunities before my group turns in hmm? (persuasion if needed: 23)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Xolkin smirks and looks over to the Red Dragonborn. "Krűl, you and Thorin take the towers, close the gate. No one comes in or out without my say so." The Dragonborn nods and he and the Dwarf move to head towards the gate. Xolkin turns to the elf "Sid, you take Beshem, do a sweep of the town, make sure we don't have anymore guests. You find any more Goblins, kill them, anyone else, try to keep them alive until I say otherwise." The Elf and the other human both nod and start heading towards the windmill to start a patrol. "Gran and Zafaris, you're with me. Kella, you come if you want, I know you hate it when I give you orders."
"I want to go to the stables anyway, Stella is there, I need to make sure she's okay." Kella climbs down the tower, Xolkin, Gran, and Zafaris, the Teifling, stick together. Xolkin Motions towards the stables. "After you. We will discuss business there."
Zack would give an approving nod, accompanied by a genuine smile and grunt, as expected of someone carrying around a giant sword. He then says, to add some humor And don't worry. I don't intend to keep you two lovebirds away from each-other for too long! before finally drawing in his horse, and turning it around with a soft tug. Indeed. Much business. The thing is... I've been genuinely searching for this exact sort of opportunity. It's hard to do anything without money and finding a good, continuous source of it as a Mercenary was .. more or less already my plan. If I can get in with an organization that's already well rooted, and not have to be on my own with it? All the better. he said honestly. Keeping his horse to a slow pace as it finally had fully turned around entirely. Giving Nadia and Nadaar a single wink before continuing along the way. Zack was tired, despite his nap, but there was still a little work to be done before sleep could be had.
Looking behind him, then after hearing Zolkin's last words, a bit of a curious expression Stella?
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Kella hops onto the back of Grans horse, as you slowly trot the horses towards the stables, you hear the chains then the Drawbridge shift as the bridge is raised behind you. Kella looks behind her towards the closing gate. "Stellas my horse. Xolkin, you sure you have to close the gate?"
"Yes I am. Why? Going somewhere?"
When Kella doesn't answer Xolkin focuses back on Zack. "Well, you could say Kel here is a bit obsessed with that animal. Speaking of which." Xolkin gives a quick and loud whistle, the flying snake that was coiled around Kellas arm quickly loosens and flys towards Xolkin, coming to rest on his head. Xolkin reaches up and pets the reptile, letting it slither across is arm until it finds coils around his arm in the same manner was when it was with Kella.
"I missed you little guy. Good work as always." As Zack talks about looking for Merc work, Xolkins tone of voice turns from a casual, playful tone, to serious and business like. "Well you won't find better rooted than the Black Network. We have agents just about everywhere, and theres plenty of work to go around. You don't strike me as the roguish type, but theres always work for talented fighters. Plenty of jobs need muscle, either as a guard or in a more offensive capacity depending on the job. And best part is you don't have to stick in one place. Work on your own like Kella here, or work with a group like me and the snakes. Do enough small jobs and make a name for yourself and work will come to you faster than you can handle it. And don't worry about money. There's always plenty of that to go around."
Xolkin looks over to Nadaar and Nadia. "You two don't strike me as the type to care for my line of work, but I won't hold that against you. If neither of you are interested in any future work that's fine. You'll still be allowed to leave here unharmed as long as you agree not to tell anyone what you saw here. And for what it's worth I apologize for my associate back there, Krűl doesn't like others of his kind." Xolkins serious tone is free of any attempted deception, as far as any of you can tell. He seems to be very serious when discussing possible recruitment, and the promise of safe passage and his apology both seem genuine enough. Still, as you all know, you are dealing with a Zhent.
By time he finishes his apology you've all reached the front of the Stables.
(I will wait for the others to post before I continue)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Aside from the glance between Nadia and Gren, Nadaar kept to an otherwise half-interested, or at least half-asleep air about him throughout much of the conversation. Or tried to, at the very least. Learning the depths of Kella's duplicity, for one, warranted at least her being the sole focus of attention, and a cheshire grin... of approval? It is hard to say. At the very least it is clearer than his apparent lack of visible concern over the death threats. Then again, perhaps the black scaled traveler has dealt with at least Xolkin's kind before, and saw it as more theatrics than genuine...
He does perk up at Zack's suggestion. But after glancing up to the sky and thinking for a moment, he simply nodded to himself, accepting circumstances -- accept their 'leader's' suggestion without complaint. "A moment. There is something I wish to retrieve." He said, making to dismount, and even unbinding a sheathed longsword from his side to leave by the horse. "Lent one of the previous guards a keepsake, and just like to retrieve it before we move on." He adds simply, and if allowed to, casually makes his way over to check Beedo's fallen over body for the horn, retrieving it, if possible. And if not, what remains are recovered in a huff before he returns to follow along by horseback, sword strapped, and look of mild irritation.
(I can't remember which one fell from the gate, but he is checking that one only for the horn. If he saw that the other had it, and did not fall from the tower, he just sigh and not say anything)
A little later...
"In that, me and this Krul are not so unlike!" He replies back cheerily. "And for the record, it is not that I don't care for the work. At least not by much. My family has even had reason to hire the like in the past, distasteful as it is given my people's culture." He shoots a glance at Kella. "But given the choice between coin and conflict, pushy as I can be, coin is always preferred. Though if you /need/ someone to help spin the tale of your acquisition at some future date in a positive light, send word to Neverwinter. Seeing as that'll be where I'll be staying the longest in the future. But until such a time, my lips are sealed... once coin is exchanged." He slides off the horse at that point, and heads on inside. "But who knows. Perhaps after seeing the amount just for keeping, I could very well be made to change my mind." He says, smoothly transition from carefree to a more serious and almost highborn tone.
"Anyhow. Let's continue on inside. Come along, Velixx." And so he ushers his draft horse inside and back to its stall. For all his apparent care throughout the process of getting her settled in before making for the haybale loft, the dragonborn is careful to make sure his back isn't to either Zhents for more than a few seconds. After which he finds some reason or another to have to shift to a "better" position to handle a task. "Say Lady Nadia? Mind helping me sort the bedding out up there?" He asks on his eventual way up if Nadia hadn't already beaten him to it.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
(This occurs while Nadaar is searching for his horn and thus before most of my prior posts conversation)
Nadaar, as you embed over to the body of Beedo, you start to search for the horn. You know for a fact this was the Goblin who took the horn, yet he doesnt seem to have it on him. From behind you Kella calls out "Looking for this?"
Looking back at her you see that she is holding the horn in her hand inspecting it. "I wish I had paid more attention, didn't see he had this on him or I might have taken him out sooner. Smart, making sure they alerted you to anyone approaching from outside." she gives a resigned sigh and gently tosses the horn your way so it's easily catchable. "Here" she says just before tossing it.
(Will post the rest in the stables once everyone has a chance to post what they want)
((Sorry for the delay! Had a very busy Saturday c:))
Yeah, I don't care about your line of work, Nadia replies back mentally, trying to keep her gaze nonlethal, because you're nothing but lying sacks of mierda. Estúpidos hijos de puta que piensan que son invencibles. Solo espera, hijo de puta, una de mis flechas va a atravesar tu cráneo. As they continued forward (and she finally stopped cursing out Xolkin), she glanced over to Gran, wanting to try an match his horses speed to start a conversation, but... she just couldn't. There was a knot in the back of her throat of uncertainty making it hard for her to speak. The day he was adopted was a happy day, as all adoptions were in their orphanage, so how did he end up here? She didn't want to ask such personal questions with all of these people around, and she didn't peanut gallery commentary (Xolkin mainly, as he seemed to be the type) distracting her.
As they approached the stables, the elf would hope that whatever plan Zack and Nadaar were cooking up (as she would hope that they weren't serious about joining their organization), they would at least grant her a second to ask him how and why he was working for the Zhents in a more private setting, even though she knew in the end what she would have to do. You couldn't trust them, even if they're an old friend, and that hurt her the most. When sliding off the horse to usher it inside, she gave Gran a weak smile, hoping that maybe she could gauge some sort of reaction from him other than the hardened guard look.
After having put her horse back in its allotted stall, Nadia turned back to the dragonborn after having requested some assistance. "Sure, sure..." She answers, taking the ladder up first.
As you all enter the stable, Kella dismounts from the back of Grans horse and rushes over to the grey mare, the riding horse you had all noticed earlier. She enters its stall and pats its muzzle, taking a treat from one of the bags and feeding it to the horse. "There there girl, Mamma's glad your safe."
While Kella is with her horse, the other Zhents find places to stow their horses near the entrance. Nadia, when you smile at Gran, he gives a weak smile back, dropping the tough guy persona and reminding you of the kid he used to be, if only for a moment anyway. When Nadia and Nadaar start to head to the loft, Xolkin turns to Gran. "Why don't you head up there and help them? Kella, go with Gran up top and help however you can."
"No, I don't work for you and I haven't seen Stella all day, I'm staying here." Comes a firm reply from Kella.
With a sigh, Xolkin relents, "Fine, Gran just you then, the three of us will be fine down here with our new friend." Gran nods and heads for the latter, but Xolkin grabs him by the arm firmly. In an equally firm voice he says "Just remember who your real family is, who's been looking out for you all these years, got it?"
"Of course boss, always."
"Good lad, now go, catch up with your friend." Xolkin let's Gran go and he heads up to the loft to accompany Nadia and Nadaar.
Once Zack has his horse stabled, Xolkin approaches, you can't help but notice that, with the exception of Gran, all the Zhents are near the open front door, which seems to have been intentionally left open. The Teifling stands in the corner, watching the interaction between Zack and Xolkin closely.
"So, let's get down to business then. I'll start of simple, we can discuss possible future work after. First, I want to make an offer to assure the silence of you and your companions."Xolkin grabs a small bag from his pouch and pours the contents into his hand, show 5 fairly good quality gemstones. "Each of these are worth 100 gold, so I offer you the entire bag, 500 golds worth of gems to keep quiet."He then puts the gems back into the bag. "On top of that you'll be allowed to keep the horses that you've technically stolen from us, as well as any equipment in the stables you might need to take care of the horses. Of course you'll also be allowed to sleep in the town tonight if you so choose, and I promise my crew will keep their distance and you shan't be bothered, so long as you're friends also agree to stay away until morning. Sound like a deal?"
(got some yard work to do before darkness falls, but will be posting after that.. so maybe an hour?)
Occassional Dungeon Master.