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"Alright, listen up!" The Dwarf boisterously shouted. "I'm Lieutenant Joric, and this is Captain Vanick, of the Arenar Company. I'm sure you've 'eard of us. We're on our way to the Ashlands, and we're going to come back with a ship so full of gold you will wonder how it isn't sinking. Now, who wants in!?"

The room was silent, save for one waitress, who stepped forward.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step down from that chair before it breaks." Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

29-Nov-2018 02:57:45

George Rozas

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Having been sat at the other end of the bar for the better part of a certain inebriated woman's drinking binge a well-armoured man idly watched the exchange, a half-finished drink in front of him. He, like so many of the current inhabitants of the tavern, was not a visitor seen everyday in the port of Varia - his armour and cloak blatantly expressing his connection to the church of the aspects.

For the most part he had gone unbothered, more attention seemingly having been drawn to the beautiful woman on the other end of the bar than to a middle-aged paladin. To find one in Gara, while not unheard of, was by no means a common occurrence. That was to say, him, not the women.

What little conversation he had with the bartender had been simple - what brought him to Varia, where was he from - which he happily answered. He had come to provide his aid to those in need, and he was from 'all over'. "Originally Daralt," He had added in a conspiratorial whisper, before chuckling good-naturedly.

While he had taken notice of the mercenaries arriving and setting up their recruitment table he made no moves to approach, seemingly content with his drink and the peace at his end of the bar. With that said, he was clearly quite approachable. I am Inferi.

29-Nov-2018 02:58:41

Inferi

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In a fully sober state, it was possible that Aria would have thought that this recruiting wasn’t anything to be bothered with. Their trip was actually a bit fascinating, since the Ashlands was something that almost certainly had interesting magical phenomena that she could research, but it was also quite dangerous and probably a fool’s errand. The promise of riches was also tempting, but it wasn’t a sure bet, and with the high chance she wouldn’t come back it was arguably not worth it.

However, she wasn’t in a sober state. A trip into the Ashlands was impossible alone, but if she had people to keep her safe it would be fine. With her own magic having reached mastery, there was nothing else to fill her time with, and she was bored. Knowing how empty her money pouch was made the promise of money seem very appealing, too.

Besides, all she’d been planning on doing was searching the ocean floor for some more wrecks like the one she had gotten her canteen from. This wasn’t all that different.

“

I’m in!

” she called, jumping up off her seat and waving at the precariously perched dwarf with a great deal of enthusiasm. It was quite clear she wasn’t sober. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

29-Nov-2018 14:05:33

Azi Demonica

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The Search

Things didn’t go well at first. One person even ran away. When that happened, Xavakuun looked at his sister.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything! It was you!”

After a little bicker or two, they happened upon a guard who didn’t know what an albino was. They were just about to give up, until the guard seemed to recall someone from a long time ago. Although Luna's shade of scales was never clarified, and her appearance into the setting may rely upon a certain individual, how could the big oaf not accept the information?

Xavakuun produced a few silver coins for the guard. Caspara rolled her eyes.

“Do you really think he’ll show you anything?” she asked quietly.

“Caspara, shh! You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“We could of been in a tavern by now...”

Only time would tell.

The Brig

“That is clearly not what happened when we fought,” Griselda replied. “If your crew could kill me quickly, they would have done it. They did not. The exact opposite happened. Even after the battle, they chose not to fight.” She took a few steps to the side, and clasped her hands behind her back. If her friend had said anything...

“If there are wolves among your crew...I would have...allowed them to be what they are meant to be,” she spoke as she slightly spread her arms. Once she reached the side of her cell, she turned her head and pointed. “I would have found the strongest. After I dealt with the weakest, of course…” She clenched her fist, then pulled it against her breastplate. “Then, those who are wolves, would fight for their freedom. After they killed their weakest members...only the strongest remain. The wolves would join us, or I would set them free on their ship.”

Griselda relaxed, and let her arm drop. She walked to the front of her cell as she clasped her hands behind her back, and just stared through her skeletal visor. “What would you have done?”

30-Nov-2018 03:18:17 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2018 06:47:15 by Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

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The Tavern

Octavius proudly scuttled into the big tavern, and soon saw a Dwarf stand tall on a chair, and gave it a good stomp, and announce the most exhilarating adventure since Hamlet. The response was...not as eventful as he hoped for. He was told to get off the chair.

“I’ll go!” Octavius stated, and raised his arm. “I go!” Redundancy still counted as participation, after all.

After a mermaid chugged her drink, she made a deal with the cap-a-pied Drakonian and his faithful servant. Though, the departure of Wulvash and his watery mage was quite a disappointment. The power of him, and the magical prowess of his slave, were pivotal in their victory against the pirates. Maybe, someday, they would meet again?

The centurion did not bother taking a seat. Despite being of unremarkable height, he liked to be active and visible. He went to the sea shanty guy, and sung along with wordless grunts while swinging his arm along the tune, then suddenly walked off to find something fun to do.

But then, a single volunteer was found. The mermaid. Despite her sloshed state, she accepted the offer to the Ashlands. Octavius, who had bought a tankard of ale, spun around and gave her a thumbs up.

“ Io ! Well done!” Octavius raised his tankard to her (if she did likewise, their mugs would clink), then spilled everything onto his visor while he tilted his head back. He did not even open his visor; he just dumped all his ale over his visor as he wiggled to and fro a bit. “Rrrarrr!”

30-Nov-2018 03:18:35 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2018 03:23:58 by Azi Demonica

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Annie followed Octavius into the Tavern. She felt very nervous but excited at the same time to see what happens next. She saw a Dwarf stand tall on a chair, and gave it a good stomp, and announce the most exhilarating adventure. She listened with curiosity to hear what he had to say. She heard a lot of other people say they where in and it made her proud. She walked to Lieutenant Joric and said,"Very nice speech Lieutenant Joric. I am still going to help in this adventure." -Dances-

30-Nov-2018 04:08:57 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2018 04:29:46 by Annie1227

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The Tavern

Joric, initially undaunted by the request to step off his chair, soon appeared crestfallen when his actual volunteers stepped forward.

Two of them were already in the expedition, while one was drunk and didn't even seem to have proper equipment. Sarah shook her head slightly, while Vanick moved to bury his face into his palm, only to stop once he remembered where he was.

"Alright, then," Vanick finally spoke as Joric stepped down from the chair. He looked directly at the girl. "What skills can you offer?" A few laughed, clearly expecting her to have none - or at least, none that could be useful on such a dangerous expedition.

---

Meanwhile, a man in the tavern had been ignoring all the commotion. He had a rather plain looking expression, and wore the attire of a sailor. When he had first entered, he had scanned the room, and his expression quickly turned to alarm when he spotted the Drakonian. But then he shook it off once he noticed the paladin sitting off in the corner, and began making his way towards him.

Now, he stopped in front of Gerion's table. "Hello... Sir Paladin..." he spoke surprisingly softly, with some hesitation, perhaps unsure of the correct way to address a paladin of the church. "I been looking for a priest or someone who can answer some questions."

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The Brig

"You are a fool," the sellsail captain stated bluntly, cutting her off halfway before she could even finish speaking. "Corner a sheep, and it might turn out to be a ram. Wave some fire in a wolf's face, or show that you're stronger, and it'll run like a bitch. Humans are neither sheep nor wolves, and if you pretend to be one then you'll eventually be put down like one or caged like one." He launched a sweeping gesture at the iron bars around them. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

30-Nov-2018 05:52:45 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2018 18:20:13 by NotFishing

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With the exclamations and hype growing across the room, albeit between only a certain few individuals, the paladin kept some of his attention on the mercenaries - curious but not quite engaged as of yet. Among those that approached included an armoured man who reveled with his drinks, a young girl and the drunken woman from across the bar. The disappointment was clear on one man's face, but even so he went on to question the woman. While the paladin had some concerns over the woman's decision making abilities at the moment he wasn't far away, and could interject if it came down to it.

But his attention was soon taken up by somebody else who directly approached him. Turning to this newcomer he welcomed him with a smile. " Then pull up a seat, good man. I'm all too happy to answer any questions you may have, " He replied, gesturing to the open seat beside his own. " And please, call me Gerion - there's no need for titles around me. " I am Inferi.

30-Nov-2018 13:01:09

Inferi

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There was going to be a vetting process? Of course there was. She really needed to think more about thinking that mercenaries, especially ones that seemed to be somewhat famous - even though she’d never heard of them - would accept anyone without knowing what they could do. It wasn’t like she couldn’t do anything, but explaining it? That was a bit more difficult.

Of course, that didn’t stop the inebriated Aria from enthusiastically letting them know the one thing she was good at.

“

If you can find something that can be done with the generic magic type that I don’t know about or can’t do...well...you can’t! I’m a master at everything of that type!

”

Her words were accompanied by a big grin at Vanick, although part of the grin looked almost like she was daring him to not believe her. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

30-Nov-2018 13:42:35 - Last edited on 30-Nov-2018 17:32:30 by Inferi

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The Tavern

A mage who claimed to have mastered Generic Magic. Vanick stroked his chin, his expression clearly doubtful. The woman couldn't be older than her late twenties. No doubt the drink was causing her to exaggerate. Still, if she had any magic at all, she could perhaps be put to some use.

"Alright then." He beckoned her forward, where Quartermaster Sarah would then ask for her name and signature.

---

The man took a seat at Gerion's table, and seemed unsure of how to phrase his next words. In truth, he hadn't actually been searching for a priest, but now that he stumbled across one it seemed a good opportunity to ask questions. "My name is Edd," he finally said. "I'm sailing with that lot over there..." he gestured over towards Vanick's table, "...and I have some misgivings." He took a breath.

"So this expedition is attracting some unsavoury folk. A godless drow and them dung-worshiping lizardmen. They're... I saw one of 'em bite a man's head off. And another lady - this one human - is raving mad, thinks she's a bear or something. Then there's the mage in charge of the whole thing, who I don't think cares if we live or die. I think their presence might've made the Aspects curse our voyage... would they do that? We've already been attacked by pirates on the way here..."

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The Dock

"Ah yes!" The guard said, accepting and pocketing the silver with a smile. "It was with those dwarves who came down here a few months ago, the mad buggers who were on their way to the Ashlands. Heard they all ended up rich, didn't they? This 'albino' owe you money or something?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

01-Dec-2018 00:23:45 - Last edited on 01-Dec-2018 00:30:33 by NotFishing

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