<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpre10.deviantart.net%2F3614%2Fth%2Fpre%2Fi%2F2016%2F070%2F6%2F1%2Fwarrior_concept_art_by_tiyote-d9urigc.jpg&amp;hash=5b75711191fffb46a3fe06183eeed2de" href="https://pre10.deviantart.net/3614/th/pre/i/2016/070/6/1/warrior_concept_art_by_tiyote-d9urigc.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Leokas '<i>Leo</i>' Vanxiron </a>was arriving at the<i><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F1a%2F37%2Fac%2F1a37aca9da36a4ee9004fd45074bd5e1.jpg&amp;hash=5ffcf70a082547353b5a9857fd1ec2db" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1a/37/ac/1a37aca9da36a4ee9004fd45074bd5e1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dragensild Tavern</a></i>in the<i><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-U95ZACBknW4%2FVt0aw-014RI%2FAAAAAAAAB_Y%2FrwubatgrV1U%2Fs1600%2F24.jpg&amp;hash=fb3b3a4a094f7e3e6f3bedacc2bcfa14" href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U95ZACBknW4/Vt0aw-014RI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/rwubatgrV1U/s1600/24.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Skjoldbjerg Mountains</a></i>. It was a place where most could chase off the chill of the harsh winter, but for Leokas, it was simply business- The owner of the Inn, a man named Helm, borrowed coin and was expected to pay it back. However, Helm either wasn't paying or hadn't been able too. It didn't matter to Leokas- He was told to retrieve the coin, then return to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia.moddb.com%2Fimages%2Fmembers%2F1%2F762%2F761504%2FOrocarni_Fortress.jpg&amp;hash=c6b16778d5d6addbfbb632a4978ed20e" href="http://media.moddb.com/images/members/1/762/761504/Orocarni_Fortress.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Karak Izril</a>, The capital of the Dwarvan Kingdom in nestled deep in the Mountains of Skjoldbjerg, where the Queen of the Gold Spires,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dolldivine.com%2Fusers%2Fb%2Fba%2F965%2F2013-05-15_22-22-08--97_88_8_60--Member-Submitted.jpg&amp;hash=e99b33ca074b879960436cc8d4718a30" href="http://www.dolldivine.com/users/b/ba/965/2013-05-15_22-22-08--97_88_8_60--Member-Submitted.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Veerta Ramut</a>, ruled. The Mountains provided a natural shield wall, so the city was quite prosperous. He was being paid good coin by the Dwarf who hired him, some noble by the name of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F1a%2F88%2F46%2F1a884604c631064e64adba48aaeab750--fantasy-dwarf-fantasy-male.jpg&amp;hash=4a4219cbd0505baddf0bc5daa560639b" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1a/88/46/1a884604c631064e64adba48aaeab750--fantasy-dwarf-fantasy-male.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Siegmar Kossrand</a>.<br/><br/>Now, Leokas wasn't too interested in who he was getting coin from- He was a merc, business was business, but he WAS concerned with that fact that A. Dwarves didn't really like his mom's race too much, and he made no effort to hide his heritage, and B. The guy offered an obscene level of coin for a simple retrieval, but it might just be a pride thing- It wasn't about the coin, the dwarves were normally rolling in gold, it was about the fact that if someone wronged them, they would get wronged back. Pretty simple belief system, if Leokas was honest, but then again, being a mercenary meant he preferred things as simple as possible. Politics and shit like that gave him a headache, and as much as he'd LOVE wasting his time talking to someone about their fifty something great ancestor, he really had better things to do.<br/><br/>As he walked in, armor and all, he walked towards the center to warm himself by the fire. His Broadsword,<i>Narsil, </i>hung on his back, as he then stepped towards the Tavern Owner. "<b>I'm looking for a man- Goes by the name of <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fda%2F13%2F15%2Fda13154f08fe00bedb512b4ce1771d67--character-portraits-fantasy-characters.jpg&amp;hash=2d5ae4d1e0bd983b6cdf97bb8ca0e880" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/da/13/15/da13154f08fe00bedb512b4ce1771d67--character-portraits-fantasy-characters.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Helm</a>?" </b>He asked.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Helm would look over and let out a joyous laugh. "<b>Haha! Welcome, friend, welcome! How can I help you?"</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>Siegmar Kossrand sent me- You owe money and it's time for me to collect." </b>Leokas said, simply. He then sat down at the bar and placed his hand on his face. "<b>Also, do you have any <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fda%2F13%2F15%2Fda13154f08fe00bedb512b4ce1771d67--character-portraits-fantasy-characters.jpg&amp;hash=2d5ae4d1e0bd983b6cdf97bb8ca0e880" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/da/13/15/da13154f08fe00bedb512b4ce1771d67--character-portraits-fantasy-characters.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jakar's Firebreath</a>? Need it to chase away the chill on the way back." </b>He said, oddly pleasant for a debt collector.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"<b>Ah! Of course, of course- Send Mr. Kossrand my regards. I'll go get the bottle and the coin." </b>He said, going down to the cellar to retrieve the liquor.</span><br/><br/>Leokas looked up with mild surprised. '<i>Wow. That turned out better than expected. Seems to me this is gonna be simple.' </i>Leokas thought, before feeling a hand on his shoulder shoving him lightly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"<b>Hey! You, Knife Ears!"</b></span><br/><br/>Leokas felt his eye twitch lightly, before swirling around to face a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Forig08.deviantart.net%2F6e0a%2Ff%2F2016%2F042%2Fa%2Ff%2Falex_stone_mercenaries_by_alexstoneart-d9rbzwi.jpg&amp;hash=1a8b6245f692e9b5deda20371fac91a1" href="https://orig08.deviantart.net/6e0a/f/2016/042/a/f/alex_stone_mercenaries_by_alexstoneart-d9rbzwi.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">group of humans</a>. '<i>Well, there goes my uneventful day'. </i>"<b>Can I help you?"<br/>
</b><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><b>"The hell you doing, collecting money here, like you're someone important?" </b>He said, obviously drunk. "<b>Go back to the mines or the farms, wherever it is you crawled up from!"</b></span><br/><br/>Leokas could handle quite a bit, but insulting him was NOT something you did on a whim. His drink arrived, and he heard Helm yelling at them to shut up, but he would just look towards them as he spoke up. "<b>Look, I really don't want to have to wash your filthy blood out of my armor, so get your ass out of my face before I break your jaw." </b>He said, plainly.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><br/>
The guy would just sneer, before picking up the bottle and tossing it to the wall. "<b>What are you gonna do now, Pale blood?" </b>He said.</span><br/><br/>Leokas would let out a sigh, before standing up, 6'5ft and all, and cracking his knuckles. "<b>NOW I gotta kick your ass." </b>He said. He would then pick up a metal tankard, before smashing it over one of their heads. One of them tackled him into the bar-stand, but Leokas would just flip him over it, causing him to break a chair. One of the two remaining would pick up a broken chair leg and smash it on his head, causing him to grunt, before he knee'd them in the groin and kicked them into the fire place, making them jump outside as their back was now on fire. The one that he had hit in the head would get back up and try to strike him, but Leokas would grab the guy's fist and slam it into his own face. He would then turn towards the last one, who was standing perfectly still.<br/><br/>He said one thing. "<b>Boo."</b><br/><br/>The guy took off running as if his ass was on fire, and the two others were not far behind, leaving Leokas only slightly bruised up. He would turn towards the Helm. "<b>Sorry about that." </b>He said, picking up the owed coin.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Helm would just wave his hand. "<b>Ah, forget it- Those idiots are always causing trouble. The Stone Mercenaries are little above petty thugs." </b>He said. He would then look towards him. "<b>Which reminds me- Who are you?"</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>Leokas Vanxiron, Freelancer. You, my friend, can call me Leo." </b>He said, pulling out his coin pouch.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Helm would just stare in shock, before letting out a laugh. "<b>The Silver Lion Mercenary, in my Pub! Truly an honor!" </b>He said, before placing a new of <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpre08.deviantart.net%2Fa238%2Fth%2Fpre%2Fi%2F2010%2F113%2F4%2F8%2Fbacchus_wine_bottle_by_morgenland.jpg&amp;hash=d3795266178962948700e1860755493c" href="https://pre08.deviantart.net/a238/th/pre/i/2010/113/4/8/bacchus_wine_bottle_by_morgenland.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jakar's Firebreath</a> on the counter. "<b>Take it on the house- Consider it an apology for the idiots."</b></span><br/><br/>"<b>Many thanks." </b>He said, taking the bottle and placing it in his pouch, before looking towards Beve LaRue. He would then give her a cheeky wink, before tossing a coin sack inside of her bowl, as he walked out.<br/><br/>The Silver Lion Mercenary was a title, given to the fact that it was said he once road into battle against a Bandit Encampment riding atop a Large Lion. Whether or not it was true, the guy had a reputation for taking on jobs most mercenaries wouldn't, especially those with Elven Blood. Unlike most elves, he was not very diplomatic- He was quick to fight, had no problems using a sword, and enjoyed good wine (and women) when the luxury allowed him. If LaRue would take a look inside of the coin sack, she would see 37 gold pieces! (Just for record- 10 Copper go into 1 Silver, 10 Silver go into 1 gold, and 10 gold go into 1 Mithril). That kind of coin would allow LaRue to eat well for a month, if she was careful!<br/><br/>Clearly, the Mercenary wasn't lacking for coin.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="139" data-username="@Lullaby" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/139/">@Lullaby</a>