I'll just start with one guy. *cracks knuckles* Lets get this started with.<br/><br/>Out in the middle of a dusty town, the Black Talon Inn was having a typical dull night, the usual customers were inside, Borris, Lkan, Quin and a whole gallery of ugly looking misfits. The bartender Armpit was busy scrubbing a beer cup where dirty orcish beer used to be. Smoke and a loud clatter of talking was heard, roughnecks gambling, friends chatting and a waitress with obviously too much orders to fill were in there.<br/><br/>The usual routine was broken one day when a tall young man in a large red overcoat and a shirt with a mysterious question mark in it. The crowd turned silent and the entrance of this newcomer but soon resumed their activities after realizing the man possed nothing of interest except an unusual taste in clothing. The stranger slowly walked towards the dirty bar with heavy footstep sounds. Armpit gave him an unwelcomed look followed by a disguested face and finally opened his mouth, "What will it be stranger?" The man opened his lips and slowly said, "I'll take a beer." Armpit stopped rubbing the glass and went to a large barrel with no label on it, the bartender then proceeds to fill in the dirty glass with a vile looking brew and handed it to the Syn.<br/><br/>Syn nods his head before dipping the warm drink into his mouth, after a quick taste Syn downed the drink and said, "Worse drink I've had in my life." This comment slightly angered Armpit, but he kept his cool and said, "Well you ain't exactly the best costumer either."  Syn shook his head slowly before saying, "I am here to look for..." before Syn could finish he looked behind him and then continued, "Fron Welner, I heard he was around here." Armpit gave Syn a surprised look before gesturing to the waitress saying, "Hei Bitch I am taking a break, cover for me will ya'?" The waitress frowned and shouted, "WHAT!!?? Leave me with these roughnecks again Arnold, you know what happened last time."<br/><br/>Armpit clearly remembered the time she was stripped, robbed then rapped in the 5 minutes of his absence, "Alrite then lead this stranger to Mr. F.W." "Mr. F.W. Who the hell is...oh...him...I see ok come here sir." Syn got up from his wooden stool and followed the waitress towards a door she was leading him to. Checking if anyone was looking the waitress whispered, "Hurry in here."<br/><br/>Syn quickened his pace before the waitress slowly shut the door. She introduced herself as Helen before continuing down into the what was presumed by Syn as the cellar. The cellar was like the bar, dusty, old and full of vermin, Syn didn't like it one bit, but nothing thoughout his entire life was likable anyway. Syn's loud thumping courtesy of his heavy boots echoes through the empty cellar until Helen uncovered a smal candle from her breastpocket and lit it. An old man with a presumably a sad past sat down at the table with an oil with barely any fuel in it presumably, due to its low flame.<br/><br/>Syn approaced the Fron and sat down on a barrel close to the table. The old man raised his eyes and said, "Syn I presume?" Syn slowly nodded his head before the old man continued, "Good, your reputatian as an early arriver is deemed true I presume. This is a good thing, because this mission has to be done sooner than expected Syn. Unfortunately not all the other members who are suppose to be with you in this mission are here as the meeting was suppose to take place much later. But you will do..." The old man shifts his eyes before scanning Syn, "I am about to send you into another continent, the Merchant Guild has hired you and a group of others to explore the lands beyond ours, for new trade routes. I presume your presence here means you accept. The pay is lucrative, much more than a normal exploration trip, here is 100 gold pieces in advance."<br/><br/>The old man opens a barrel and hands Syn a sack which he slams onto the table, a large jingling of coins emitted from the sack. Syn's eyes light up and took the money before saying, "Hmmm...I hope you have all the money you promised, the country to the north is suppose to be very wild and unpredictable, just how I like it." Fron smiled before saying, "Then you are the right one for the job, you leave immediately, the new continent starts a half a days journey north from here, the guards are form the Thieves Guild, they wish for the Merchant Guild to not expand their trade routes. They will confiscate your weapon I presume, but don't worry, I have sent someone there from the guild to provide weapons for you."<br/><br/>Syn grunts showing acknoledgement before getting up from his seat, "Very well, I shall chart out the locatians of all towns and natural hazards to the guild I will not fail." Fron shakes Syn's hand and says, "Good, now please Miss Helen here has heard too much I presume she was eavesdropping, get rid of her please." After hearing the last sentence of the old man, Helen, who was hiding behind an archway ran towards the upstairs door but was swiftly brought down. Syn smiles and walks towards Helen with a devilish look in his eyes. Helen tries to stand up but is again swiftly knocked down by a strong force, Syn removes his coat and says, "Don't bother, my tail is holding your leg now, there is no escape." Helen's screams were quickly muffled by Syn. Now what shall Syn do to this waittress. Clad in nothing more than skimpy garbs with long brunette hair, all at Syn's mercy to dispose of.<br/><br/>Is voting allowed in this thread? If So I'll reedit this post with a voting option.