Author Topic: Your new Boss (Read 9292 times)

archangel.arcanis · « **Reply #20 on:** January 14, 2011, 12:30:21 PM »

Danny: First Kn would be arcana you recognize him as a warforged a race of robot men.
I'm not sure how much the others are hiding their undeadness so I won't say what you would know about that.
Hey look an elf!

The home appears to be one piece of stone as you can't find any joints only etching to make it look as if there were multiple stones at a glance.

Tosc: the guard looks at you strangely and then allows you entrance without any complaints.

Fino: The guard obviously has no idea what the hell your card is and doesn't show much of a response to the director's name.

Flay Crimsonwind · « **Reply #21 on:** January 14, 2011, 01:11:31 PM »

Fino was not prepared for a conversation such as this. Granted, he was in the dark anyway, with no reason who his benefactor was, or why he was sent. "Uh, the invitation says to come here. Sent by a Trian Aeducan, and here's his seal..." Fino shows the man the card one more time. "I'm part of a military organization known as SOLDIER, sent as a representative to discuss a business proposition with this person...

".... Is this person not known here?"

raith0 · « **Reply #22 on:** January 14, 2011, 07:05:12 PM »

[OOC]
[spoiler]so since we have someone from soldier can we name are rag tag group avalanche?[/spoiler]

mthor · « **Reply #23 on:** January 14, 2011, 08:41:44 PM »

As time wore on and Matt was forced to wait he seemed to grow more and more impatient. By the time the 2nd to last person had arrived he was trying to get a good look at the flutist's fingerings and flute. causing a bit of a ripple in the music as he chased the artist around the table. after about 10 minutes of this he seemed to get board and seems to fade away from the spotlight and later from sight. after fino sits down Matt appears at his sholder and spoke the first words he had spoken all night. "You are not a man... What are you. But then again, I am not a man, what am I? Are you me or am I you or is he me? He said pointing to a empty space in the air. He follows this slight insult with a mad hatter grin which seemed to light up his face and made his dark eyes seem to swirl.

Epimetheus · « **Reply #24 on:** January 15, 2011, 06:29:15 PM »

Danny continued mingling around the room, after calming down the poor flutist from his exhausting chase. He wandered slowly over to the warforged next.

What did Aeducan need them for? Something cliche like 'help me restore the dwarves to power' or 'help me find this or that artifact'. He'd heard many stories like that before, and it generally never ended well. Worse, this group looked like a motley band of mercenaries, who would have little experience with teamwork. It was looking like a rather sick joke. Curse it all, he was just a bard! Sure, you had to beat down the scumbags who tried to rob you, but he'd never fought before.

"Knock, knock! Anyone in there?" he joked to the construct. "Daniel Ravenshine. It's not every day you get to meet a warforged."

"The same holds for dwarves too...," he thought to himself.

McPoyo · « **Reply #25 on:** January 15, 2011, 07:53:50 PM »

The warforged looked down towards the human. "That would depend on how you define oneself, man. I exist, I am self-aware, take that as you will." The humor was obviously lost on the construct, though he did carefully look Daniel over with his diamond eyes. "It seems we are to be working together for the dwarf. You may call me Carl, Mr. Ravenshine." The warforged's voice has an odd low harmony accompanying it, almost like a soft echoing growl behind every word.

Epimetheus · « **Reply #26 on:** January 15, 2011, 09:42:41 PM »

"Oh, is that so, Carl? I wonder for how long... If I may say it, we have a rather strange assortment of people gathered here," he responds delicately.

McPoyo · « **Reply #27 on:** January 15, 2011, 09:57:05 PM »

"A strange assortment seems fitting for what must certainly be a strange job. I can think of no other business that would require such an unlikely group." Carl moves his eyes back to the others making themselves comfortable. "I cannot help but wonder if there will be more joining us, this afternoon," he finishes, his voice still with that nearly imperceptible growl echoing beneath the words, almost like two beings speaking as one.

raith0 · « **Reply #28 on:** January 16, 2011, 10:13:49 PM »

"We are a rather motely crew it seems." Remarks Nevin seemingly out of the blue. watching the warforged as he finaly closes the book hes been going over almost religousely. "Well my talents for one are honed at trying to beat magic. granted i use magic to aide me in this task, due to the my studies showing magic is best defeated by itself." Nevin states pausing a second as he looks around the room. "But i am unsure as to what everyone else does. maybe if we ca figure out what we are all good at we can start to gather an idea of what we are to do."

[spoiler]think we are waiting on AA to get back around after his daughters surgery but wanted to stay caught up[/spoiler]

McPoyo · « **Reply #29 on:** January 16, 2011, 10:25:32 PM »

"I kill mages. My experience has shown tearing out their throats prevents having to deal with their magic." The complete lack of emotion in those words might be a little unnerving if one wasn't sure if the construct was joking or not. The lack of emotion in Carl's eyes, being diamonds, further backs that up.

Epimetheus · « **Reply #30 on:** January 17, 2011, 02:29:58 AM »

A sick joke. It had to be.

"..." Danny remained silent for a while, before responding. "But what is a mage? And are there any left? True spellcasters are hard to find these days... Not to mention... A warforged must have been animated by one, no?"

McPoyo · « **Reply #31 on:** January 17, 2011, 10:31:27 AM »

"I'm not picky, anyone who casts spells works. As the unnamed magic-using-magic-user-hunter said, it's all close enough in how it works to count as the same thing, Mr. Ravenshine." Carl tips a nod towards Nevin when he says this, though he still addresses Daniel. "As for my making," here he seems to mentally withdraw to another time, before shaking his head and continuing, "Well, that was a very long time ago. A different life, though my purpose was no different then. I carried it out as a bodyguard for a mage, not as a mercenary. I was a lot stronger. I will be again." That last statement seems to be more the warforged talking to himself, and is accompanied with a small scowl.

Shadowhunter · « **Reply #32 on:** January 17, 2011, 01:35:14 PM »

As you all are sitting around, whether talking or silent, a man walks into the room, clearing his throat as he does so. He's dressed in rugged clothes and he speaks up with a deep and growling voice as he removes a wide-brimmed hat from his head. His hair is sandy blond you'd wager he's somewhere close to thirty years of age.

"I'm sorry for the delay Mr. Aeducan, I was forced to walk the the later half of the way since some ruffians bothered me along the way. I had to teach them a lesson, but my poor horse hurt his leg when I ducked a club meant for my..."

He goes silent for a second as he realize there's more people here than he was prepared for.

"Oh, please don't tell me we're going to have to have tryouts for this job. Heh, greetings all, I suppose I'm here for the same reason as the rest of you."

His eyes focus upon the Warforged for a bit longer than the rest of you. He walks over and sits down on an empty chair.

"The name's Quentin."

Hallack · « **Reply #33 on:** January 17, 2011, 02:25:39 PM »

The conversation between Carl and Daniel breaking his deep thoughts Tosc notices the Warforged for the first time. Seeing the possibility of an invaluable means to fill in historical blanks in his studies he steps across the room to introduce himself.

You truly are a warforged. I'm surprised any of you still walk. There were not many of you as your creation was a tightly guarded secret. Tell me, who was your master?

McPoyo · « **Reply #34 on:** January 17, 2011, 02:55:37 PM »

"Let us guess, magehunter, tracker or similar?" Carl asks the newcomer.
[Spoiler]Let me know if I overstep my bounds on backstory stuff for the world.[/spoiler]

Turning his attention to Tosc without waiting for a reply makes his previous question obviously rhetorical, "Your surprise at my survival equals mine. As for my master, " Carl's attention seems to drift out of focus again, "I can only assume he is dead. My memory is faulty due to age and damage, and I cannot recall his name. I do know he was a powerful wizard, and that he considered me a useful, though expensive, investment." His focus returns to the present, "Much of my once considerable combat prowess has faded in the time between then and now, due to the damage that deactivated me, and it has been slow to return." It is hard to tell, but he sounded almost bitter and ashamed at the last part.

archangel.arcanis · « **Reply #35 on:** January 17, 2011, 03:18:16 PM »

As the conversation continues the party begins to hear a slow rhythmic ping sound echoing through the manor. Over a few moments it gets louder indicating its source is getting closer. The large doors across from where you entered the dining hall open to reveal an elderly dwarf with grey hair and a cane made of the same metal as the gate outside. A young human woman is walking next to him carrying a scroll case in one hand and trying to assist him with the other. The flute player stops once the dwarf reaches the large chair at the head of the table.

In a voice that seems stronger than his body the dwarf says, "Thank you Alexandra and Steven. Would you please leave us for a bit as we have business to discuss and a dinner to eat." With that the flute player leaves followed by the woman after she gives the group a bit of a glare.

The moment the door closes the dwarf speaks again. "Please sit, everyone. I am your host Trian. I am not a young man anymore and hopefully a bit wiser for it. I may have learned patience with that age but it has brought a sense of urgency with it as well. I likely have fewer years left than the pretty lass that is my assistant, so I'd rather not waste them.

I have called all of you here in the interest of hiring you to protect the world. I have made much gold over my life and am willing to pay you handsomely for nothing more than killing those who would cause another breaking. My people were all but wiped out with the last breaking and I will spend my last copper to not let it happen again. I would ask that you hunt down and kill those wizards, clerics, druids, and any of the other breakers of the world. This is a very dangerous task and I don't ask it lightly. I have a network of informants who can provide some information on likely targets to give you all an idea of where to look for them. If you choose to turn this offer down you will be welcome to stay the night and be given enough coin to travel to any location you wish in the morning. I will not behave as they once did and try to force the world to my desires.

I will give you time to think about what I have said. Please eat a bit and I will answer questions as we go through the meal.

Hallack · « **Reply #36 on:** January 17, 2011, 03:42:14 PM »

As Trian finishes his request Tosc speaks up.

By Pelor's light, he says though with less emotion than one might expect from such words. I must admit I never expected a request such as this? No doubt there are some about who were responsible for the breaking but I doubt all were. Though, in hearing the common folk speak all such are equally reviled.

Flay Crimsonwind · « **Reply #37 on:** January 17, 2011, 04:00:07 PM »

"Accepted."

The mercenary standing near the door finally walks to the table, removing the sheathed sword from his back and resting it against the table. Politely, he nods towards Tosc. "As a 3rd class member of SOLDIER, I'm not yet allowed to reject missions. I can only accept objectives." His eyes turn to meet Trian's directly. "I'll fulfill this job, until such a time as my superiors demand my return."

Shadowhunter · « **Reply #38 on:** January 17, 2011, 04:32:42 PM »

"I'll gladly hunt down any Clerics you point me at. Call it returning a favor for old grievances. If this means I also have to kill other spellslingers occasionally, so be it. Let's see how they feel with a little "Suffer not the Heretic to live" stuffed up their collective asses for a change."

Still, they are the most dangerous prey one could ever choose to hunt. This will be dangerous, no doubt about it.

mthor · « **Reply #39 on:** January 17, 2011, 07:19:26 PM »

Apparently I will have to go with something else then blue.

"Obviously I accept." Matt says. "Why else would I have gone so out of my way to find you?" At this statement a quizzical look quickly paces over the dwarf's face for when his messenger had found this man he had been up to his nose in drink and seemingly engaged in inventing as naughty of a drinking song as possible.

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Author Topic: Your new Boss (Read 9292 times)