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NotFishing

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The Docks

The Officers of Arenar Company exchanged glances. They had just witnessed a third of their company desert them, yet out of the blue two complete strangers - Drakonians, no less - appeared from nowhere to join. Joric smiled, Sarah was somewhat confused, Alicia was surprised, and Ethan's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Only Vanick maintained a neutral expression.

"We won't turn away the extra hands." Vanick finally spoke up, even as some members of the company eyed the newcomers warily. "Speak to our Quartermaster - she will register you." He inclined his head towards Sarah. "As to the rest of you, the ship departs an hour after sunrise tomorrow. Say your goodbyes and make whatever preparations you need before then; the boat won't wait. Dismissed!" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

27-Jun-2018 05:08:10

Azi Demonica

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Caspara and Xavakuun

"Oh, look, I didn't need your help after all," Caspara remarked to the Drakonian.

"Ha! See? Me shouting was the quicker plan after all," her twin remarked.

"Yeah. Alright, let's go see the quartermaster," she said, Xavakuun following her. The two neared the man who spoke, the twins looking back and forth from Alicia to Sarah.

"Who's the quartermaster, again?" Caspara asked.

"You all look the same," Xavakuun commented with a shrug.

27-Jun-2018 20:24:25

George Rozas

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Wulvash's exasperation continued at the response of his self-inflicted charge, but his retort was held back upon the sudden arrival of two Drakonians that rather sharply drew the attention of most of the company. Where the taller male raised his hand and called out, asking if they could join the expedition, the woman instead approached Wulvash and asked how to join 'these things'.

Ah, the pair must have been fairly recent arrival from Drakonia. Having spent enough years outside of his homeland Wulvash had long grown used to the other races, indeed - it had been so long since he had seen another of his kinsman that he had almost forgotten how he had initially acted upon first setting foot in dwarven lands. He considered the woman for a moment before Captain Vanick broke the slightly tense atmosphere by welcoming the extra hands, referring the pair to quartermaster Sarah.

Leaving him with a terse remark the Drakonians did just that - the rest of the company being dismissed with a timeframe of their departure. Wulvash shook his head with a touch of amusement, what odd games the world played.

" Let's run our errands then, Zensira, " He said, shifting his armoured bulk and beginning to make his way towards the market district in town. The sun was still high above them - plenty of time to get something suitable fitted and pick up some last minute supplies. I am Inferi.

29-Jun-2018 17:56:13

Inferi

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Zensira paid only the barest attention to the approaching drakonians. Her only interest in them was whether or not they had business with her Master, as that may dictate that she act in some manner. It was her task to be ready for something of the kind. However, when they proved to have little to do here, it meant any attention she had focused on them was no longer used for such. Knowing when one may need to take action for her Master was one thing, but if too much scrutiny meant she did not properly attend to her Master’s needs then it was an unacceptable action.

She was paid no mind by the drakonians, and that was the correct way for things to happen. She was a slave, something that belonged only to her Master, and interactions with others happened only at his behest. Permission was needed for such interaction, and unless it was given her place was to be there as though she was invisible. Nobody should notice her presence, for she was as nobody.

That, at least, was one of the tenants taught to her from as far back as she could remember. Master Wulvash had said many things to her that seemed to contradict it, but as it had been her Master that had taught them, the contradiction could not exist. There was something more behind it, but that something more was not hers to question.

“

Yes, Master Wulvash.

” was her affirmation as she fell into step behind him. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

30-Jun-2018 04:35:42

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Annie1227

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Name: Annie Wells
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: half human/half elf

Appearance:She has long blond straight hair and her eye are dark blue. She has a short straight nose. Her skin is tan from being in the sun a lot. She is 5 feet 1 inches tall. She weighs 110 pounds.Annie’s body is covered in hard muscle and show’s very little fatty deposit anywhere on her body. That's because she has been training and traveling. She also looks a little more human then an elf.

Attire:She was wearing gambeson and a boiled leather vest, and a helmet along with some steel gauntlets and knee/shin guards over her a green short shirt and black pants.She has a pack that has all her food, clothes,First Aid Kit, Blankets, and everything else she needs to travel.

Weapons: Sword, bows and arrows

Magic: none

History: Annie was the illegitimate child of the knight because he cheated on his wife with an elf but because she was his only kid he decided to take her in and train her as a successor. Fast to now, his wife finally gave him a legitimate child. Then he losed interest in Annie, and stops trying to find someone for her to squire for was nearly impossible for her to become a knight. So, she runs off to join a mercenary company.

Other: none -Dances-

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George Rozas

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Wulvash's preparations for the foray into the Ashlands were... Considerable. The many tales and rumours he had heard of the cursed land made it out to be a doom-ridden place filled with monsters and various dangers, where ordinary life didn't grow - or at least didn't grow plentifully. To be certain his and Zensira's chances were as high as possible in getting through this job he decided he would spend near enough every coin he had left.

After all, what use was money if you died out in the middle of a monster infested land?

First he did exactly as he had said - finding an armourer and getting something more protective for Zensira. The robe she wore simply didn't seem like it would be enough to protect her. Not only from whatever wildlife they encountered, but also the elements and any environmental hazards. He knew better than anyone that the Drow wasn't defenceless, but with her... Lower than average survival instincts? He wanted to have at least a little more peace of mind. His shield could not be in front of her at all times.

Of course, determining what kind of armour would best suit her needs was a challenge. Her physique simply didn't lend itself to wearing heavier equipment, thus plate like his own was off the table, as was most other metals. In truth, Wulvash had no knowledge of how metal armour interacted with magic - if there was any connection between them at all. Most mages he had seen wore light clothes or robes, much like Zensira did, yet he had seen how easily they could be struck down with no protection but their own overconfidence in their magical ability.

After some deliberation (and some suggestions by the armourer) he settled on purchasing a chain shirt that the Drow would be able to wear underneath her clothes. It wouldn't hinder her range of motion and, while the extra weight would take her some getting used to, it would be a life saver in a bad spot. He also bought some pieces of leather armour that she could use to supplement the chain, I am Inferi.

02-Jul-2018 15:26:40

George Rozas

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such as vambraces to protect the Drow's wrists and greaves for her lower legs.

And while he suspected she would almost never find use of it, Wulvash bought a freshly smithed dagger and sheath that Zensira could strap to her hip or leg.

Beyond this he collected some personal supplies to stash in his pack. Some extra rations, camping supplies, bandages, things that would be of use were they somehow separated from the rest of the company, or if there was some form of supply issue. It was no different from before he joined up, really. One particular expense came in the form of a healing elixir - not the cheapest thing, it took nearly every coin he had left - but the potency of a well made elixir was nothing to sneeze at. He kept it in its protective container, the fragile vial safe from reckless movement and bumps.

Hopefully he never had to find use of it, but even with a skilled healer in the company Wulvash considered an old saying. "Better safe than sorry." I am Inferi.

02-Jul-2018 15:26:43

Inferi

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The feel of chain was different, unusual, and not something she had ever felt before. She had never been given something like this, for this was the garb that she had been shown belonged to those who fought, and those who fought were not her. Those that fought were the ones who were worthy to own those of her status, as every slave knew that it was not their place to struggle. It was their place to be given instruction, and their purpose to obey it.

That was why, although she knew such things were not for her, she did not resist or argue. If the order was for her to dress as her master did, then she would do so. She would fight as well, should he desire it, even though it would assuredly end in her death. To learn those arts had not been for her, and even if she was equipped in such a manner it would affect very little.

Only the weapon got more of a reaction. She knew what the tool was - as she had used it on herself on many occasions to perform necessary practice magic that her Master had required - but did not know what to do with it. She had never moved the tool she had used from the table upon which it had sat, for it had not been hers to do so with. It had not been covered in the leather sheath, either, and when she first received it the drow merely held it, looking to her Master in confusion.

Only after he had told her what to do with it had she strapped it to her hip, her normally able fingers fumbling slightly with the unfamiliar motions. It was not a difficult task, but neither was it one she had ever performed before.

Her movement hampered slightly by the unfamiliar and somewhat heavy new equipment, Zensira followed Wulvash without a word as he continued on his shopping. What she was feeling was abnormal, not right, but the right was not hers to speak up. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Jul-2018 04:15:46

George Rozas

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By the time Wulvash and Zensira's searching and haggling was completed it was beginning to grow dark, the sun setting slowly beyond the horizon as evening set in. Finding all of the right supplies had been tiresome, particularly with the blatant distrust placed upon the pair by near enough every shopkeep. Except that one armourer - he had been a pleasant fellow.

This would be a good time to return to the room he had secured them far earlier. The drakonian could think of nothing else that would be worth purchasing for the journey, let alone anything that would be within his now pitiful price range. He began making his way back across town, the streets clearing steadily as people returned to their homes or hurried to the taverns. Glancing back Wulvash looked over the drow's new equipment, slightly amused by how little it suited her slender frame - but he knew it would be a sound investment.

Although he did also notice something else - the slightest shift in her already neutral behavior, just enough that only he who had traveled with her for years would be able to pick up on it. He faced forwards again, but spoke up - clearly speaking to Zensira.

" You have something on your mind, " He stated, taking only a moment's pause before continuing. " What is it you wish to say? " I am Inferi.

06-Jul-2018 23:49:50

Inferi

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Something she wanted to say? That couldn’t be true; wanting something wasn’t something she did. That was for those with privileges, the Masters, those that she was not. To want meant that someone had the ability to choose, the ability to pick what they were doing. It wasn’t what she was, and wasn’t what she had.

Yet, at the same time, the minor changes that had been forced into her thoughts since Master Wulvash had purchased her were trying to tell her otherwise. There was something wrong here, and despite knowing that it was not her choice to question it she still found those seeds planting themselves in her mind. They were disobedience that she should not have, but the encouragement by her Master to nourish them could not be undone. The will of her Master was all that was important...even if, right now, it conflicted with what it had been.

“

Do you wish for me to use this weapon instead of my magic, Master?

” was all that she said. It questioned no decisions of the Master, and although it asked for a direction that could be given already, what it referred to was out of the norm enough that it would likely be acceptable for a slave to phrase. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

07-Jul-2018 19:28:57

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