Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]
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				Title: <strong>Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 02:43:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dudleymall.co.uk/loclhist/rayner/lr_streetscene_tewkesburyquery.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Riddick and Connor O'Fearghail<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Dark Corner in the Thirsty Turtle<br><br>Connor, his cloak drawn tight around him, stared out across the raging water of the White River. He nudged a pebble loose from the embankment and watched it roll down the few feet that separated him from the edge of the River. The small splash it made was unheard, the din of the frothing water masking all other sounds. Lights beckoned to him from the other side, where a small colony of homes and&nbsp; buildings had sprung up on the Wild side of the river. He knew that many years before, his father had crossed this very same river, a hundred yards further up at the ferry crossing, and set up an encampment where those buildings stood today. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the thought.<br><br>Now, all these years later, Connor was finally following in the footsteps of his father, albeit as an unemployed Mercenary commanding no company. Quite a difference, but so were their reasons. A few moments later and Connor turns on his heels, scrambling up the slight incline that brought him back onto level ground with the rest of Tetrarch. Here, the buildings were huddled closer together, spreading out over more ground, with the majority of the towns population nestled in its confines. The rear of the Thirsty Turtle was a few short steps away. Master Logan Riddick, his longtime friend, father figure, and guardian, stood on the porch smoking a pipe as he waited for Connor.<br><br>"Nearly there, lad." Logan says, letting out a puff of smoke. "Tomorrow is only a few hours away. But first we've got some business to attend to. You know as well as I that two men alone in the wilderness stand no chance."<br><br>"Aye, Logan, aye. One thing I have learned from all my short years is that nothing is ever easy. It just feels like...dejavu...or something. I've been waiting for this moment for most of my life and I feel like I've been here before. Its....not quite what I was expecting." Connor responds, jumping up onto the porch, moving towards the door.<br><br>"Well said, my son, well said." Logan mumbled, out of earshot as Connor shouldered his way inside. Logan followed suite only after dumping the ash from his pipe off the deck, slipping it inside his own cloak pocket.<br><br>The Thirsty Turtle reeked of Ale, Smoke, and Leather as he stepped inside. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light inside and found Connor already sitting at their table, his cloak drawn tightly around his body, masking his face with shadows. The boy had been on edge ever since arriving in Tetrarch, constantly on his guard like he was back with the Company, only this time he was worried about being recognized and heckled. His fathers ill-fated charge into the wilds still lived on as legends around these parts and Connor did not want to think what that could mean for the likes of himself. And Logan could not blame the kid.<br><br>Grabbing two mugs of ale, Logan marched over to join his charge, sitting at the table, his own hood thrown back for all to see. The Inn Keeper knew who he was and would direct all those who had read the posting to their table. Logan just hoped it wouldn't be the usual scum off the rug. The threat of the Wilds took out most of those seeking money, so he hoped that a decent lot would make their faces shown soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 07:31:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nariel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Thirsty Turtle<br><br><strong>Body:</strong> <br>Nariel watched the patrons in the dimly lit and smoky tavern. She had arrived over an hour ago to await the poster of the notice seeking adventurers to venture into the Northern wilds. She sat waiting her figure mostly concealed by the heavy dark green hooded cloak that she wore. The deep hood concealing her features in the dim room, particularly her long pointed ears, ears that marked her as different as an Elf. Her almond shaped eyes betrayed her as well though most Humans didn’t take notice unless they were particularly close, though most noticed her eyes for another reason; they were each a different color.&nbsp; Her right eye was a sapphire blue while the left was an emerald green. Back when she was a child her mother had told her that it was a rare trait possessed only by elfin nobility. Of course her mother was a whore, a liar, and a drunk so chances were it was the mark of a cursed heritage as much as anything else.<br><br>She sighed softly her mismatched eyes flicked over to the trio of Dwarves that entered the cold sweep of air serving to announce their arrival at the Thirsty Turtle. Wherever there was gold or the rumor of it, there were Dwarves. Her eyes dropped to the worn pewter mug resting on the equally worn table before her. She reached out her fingers sliding over the smooth cold metal of the tankard. At least the ale was palatable; the Dwarves wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t, she thought to herself as she lifted the metal tankard feeling its weight in her hand as she took a sip the taste of the smoky tart ale on her tongue. The blast of cold air whipping into the tavern called her attention back to the doorway. The human who entered didn’t look like a miners or hunter. He wore a heavy traveling cloak; the hood concealing his features but not the heavy armor that he wore underneath. The door opened again a few moments later another older Human man entered. He wore a&nbsp; crimson traveling cloak and heavy armor. He had long blond hair and had the look of an experienced warrior.<br><br>Nariel waited as the older man approached the barkeeper, the barman handing him two mugs of ale. She got the impression that he knew the older armored Human. His face showed his age, and more importantly his experience; he looked like he knew how to use the ax and sword he carried.<br>Nariel placed her tankard back onto the table top the metal clunking on the wood becoming part of the tavern’s ambient noises. She licked over her lips tasting the remains of her ale. Her eyes keeping the pair in sight as she shifted her chair back, as she stood her heavy leather forest green cloak falling back into place over her as she moved concealing her lithe leather and mail armored form beneath. Her hands instinctively shifting down under her cloak, running over the leather wrapped hilts of her throwing blades that graced either side of her torso. They were simple blued steel, she had spent a lot of coin on a set years ago that were beautiful works of art; the hilts sculpted like winged shield maidens chased in gold. However pretty they looked they were useless in her line of work, gold glinted and throwing blades were rarely ever recovered one they were thrown; not to mention the abuse that they take in regular use. So the fancy pretty set of blades were replaced by the ‘ugly’ functional set that she carried now, and she could get replacements for almost anywhere. Her hands continued down touching the hilts of her short sword and her fighting dagger as she turned moving out from her table her right hand resting casually on the hilt of her sword as she approached the pair. <br><br>Nariel half smiled, her head slightly tilted down. Her hood casting concealing shadows over her Elfin features as she quickly looked at each of them in turn before she spoke.<br>“I’m here about the expedition into the Northern wilds.” Her head tilting upwards as she finished speaking her mismatched eyes fixing on Logan.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seventh</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 04:19:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sylvester Eckhart<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thirsty Turtle<br><br><strong>Body:</strong><br>The tavern was certainly fuller than usual, and whilst many came for the high-quality ales, Sylvester had no doubt the extra swell of bodies was a result of the poster. Everyone mercenary and adventurer in town had heard of it over the past few days, the note from the Brionti family, which offered a thousand gold for completing taking part in an expedition. <em>'A thousand gold...'</em> Sylvester licked his lips at the thought of such wealth. It was a small fortune - enough for a man like Sylvester to provide for himself and his family for some time. Any man would consider taking a risk when it came to such a sum, but the prospect of going into the Wilds had made most think twice. The archer himself had scratched at his cheek and frowned, trying to weigh the risk against the prize. The Wilds was a source of constant danger. Nobody really knew what was in there. Several had been in there, and never returned - including the infamous 13th Legion.<br><br>In the end it seemed gold won over sense, which led to Sylvester sitting silently on a barstool amidst the chatter and talk of others, a mug of cider between his calloused hands. He kept his head down, having never been the sociable sort, but he'd asked the bartender to let him know when the man mentioned on the notice - one Master Riddick, came in. He sipped at his drink throughout the evening while he waited, keeping an eye out for any new or unfamiliar faces - a difficult task, seeing as half the patrons seemed to favour heavy, hooded travelling cloaks. He usually wore one himself but tonight his hood had been lowered, the bar was sticky with body heat and Sylvester's hair was plastered onto his scarred brow.<br><br>At last, after a few drinks, there was a tap against the bracer on his wrist. Looking up quickly, his green-brown eyes followed the nod of the bartender to a man holding two mugs of ale. Long, flowing blonde hair fell about his shoulders, but he looked powerful, despite the age in his face. Judging by the sword and axe, he was a seasoned warrior - he'd have to be, if he was to be leading this expedition into the Wilds. Sylvester watched as Riddick made his way over to a table to join another. Enveloped in shadow, it was hard to make out any of the companions features, but he thought he had the look and cut of a man, not a woman. <br><br>Sliding a few coins over the counter towards the barkeep for his assistance, the archer took a few more minutes to survey the newcomers before they were blocked from view by a few people looking to show their interest. Not wanting to be too late, Sly quickly gulped down the dregs of his cider and got to his feet. Readjusting the straps of his belt and quiver, he pushed his way through the crowd of patrons towards the table. Though there were others waiting to be heard, he puffed out his chest and stepped forward to catch the older warrior's eye.<br><br>"Master Riddick?" He extended a gloved hand. "Sylvester Eckhart. I'm here for the expedition." <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 13:57:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/ad0674cc.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elandra Ravenholme<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thirsty Turtle<br><br>Not far from the others, a slender figure shrouded in darkness quietly listened. Hunched over a table, the sword-for-hire known as Elandra cradled a tankard of warm frothy ale between her gloved hands, a drink which she cautiously sipped at between curious glances of the crowded tavern. The stink of stale air, alcohol and sweat filled her nostrils, creating a heady atmosphere - one which, when coupled with the incessant drone of nearby patrons, made the catching of the utterance “Riddick” especially lucky for the slightly groggy Ravenholme. With a swift turn of her head, she immediately picked up on the growing gathering nearby and, from beneath the adventuress’s cowl, a tight smile gradually played across her lips, as her excitement grew upon the discovery of her target.<br><br>Raven' could hardly match names to faces but she assumed her potential employers were the two which currently sat amongst the small group. She could make out very little of the one gentleman, who drew his cloak suspiciously close around himself, but the other was apparently less shy of showing himself. He had the grizzled look of a man who had seen plenty of action, with a wavy mane of blonde hair framing his battle hardened features. The seasoned look of Connor’s mentor helped soothe the reservations Elandra had recently been having of the offered job. Reservations she acquired while asking around and stumbling upon the stories of ill which befell the last mission into the unknown, the one led by a hapless commander by the name of O’Fearghail.<br><br>The other two, standing before the table, were likely the competition. Once again Elandra’s perspective was hindered by a thick cloak, making it difficult to tell much of the one merc, Nariel. Her vision of Eckhart however was thankfully unimpeded. The strapping young man stood tall, with powerful burly arms, an intense hazel gaze, a firm jaw and scars, like proud badges, scattered across his body. He appeared capable (among other things) but not enough to deter Elandra from throwing her own hat into the ring. With a soft creak, the adventuress pushed back her chair and stood, before approaching the table that was steadily becoming the focal point of interest in the Thirsty Turtle.<br><br>With a confident gait, Elandra Ravenholme stepped up to the two men; gently shouldering her way past the few who had made it ahead of her. Unlike many of the others the adventuress wore her black, fur-trimmed cloak, more like a mantle than a cover. One which she proudly tossed back to reveal her face as she stopped before Connor and Riddick, revealing a pair of deep, blue, eyes topped by a short but kempt, raven-black, hairstyle. Across her nose ran a smear of red paint, indicative of her barbarian heritage, while a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she cocked her hip and rested the steel claw which gloved her right hand neatly over it.<br><br>“I wish to offer my services,” Elandra stated bluntly, “I have some experience in navigating dangerous terrain, along with a variety of <em>other</em> useful skills, and as long as no better offer shows itself, I will loyally follow your command; no questions asked.” She attempted to keep her application succinct but honest, an annoying trait that she’d picked up from her grandfather, followed by a brief introduction, “If it matters any, I am Elandra of the clan Ravenholme.” Most of her previous employers hardly cared for names.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 22:33:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-RiIKBFMYo/Th3vXgA36KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FTrA_NQbl4A/s1600/Fantasy-Tavern-low900.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Logan Riddick<br><strong>Location:</strong> A Dark Corner in the Thirsty Turtle<br><br>Logan kept his demeanor relaxed as groups of people approached the table to offer their services. Not that there were many, but most were sent on their way after a few quick questions. The last three to approach the table, however, seemed to hold a little more promise. The first did set Logan slightly on edge. Her approach was quiet and she moved with a silent grace, her face shrouded by her hood. He was immediately skeptical of her - approaching with a hood drawn suggested you had something to hide and when offering your services to some one, unless it was for far more nefarious purposes where secrecy was paramount, was always something that made Logan wary. It was only once she spoke, tilting her head upwards, did Logan get to view her facial features. The first thing he noticed, of course, were her mismatched eyes. That alone would set many people on edge or accuse her of witchcraft of some sort, and explained her choice of hood. He inclined his head slightly towards her in acknowledgement. <br><br>The next to arrive almost made Logan chuckle. The man was clearly a mercenary - or had been recently. He was also full of hubris which could get a man killed rather quickly on the battlefield. But he did look like he could hold his own and more blades were always good to have on your side. Logan did not rise, however, and extended his own hand, grabbing Sylvesters just short of the elbow as was custom. Sylvester would quickly feel the toughness of his arm, the strength of his grip, and would know that Logan was not a man to be taken lightly despite his age. <br><br>"I am Master Riddick." He responds, casting his voice so that it was clearly he addressed all those assembled before them. One by one, his eyes met theirs.<br><br>His attention turned briefly to Elandra as she presented herself and he nodded in quick assessment. Many who bore the mark of their Tribe were honorable and good to their words and possessed skills your typical 'civilized' citizens did not. She would be a welcome addition to the party. What those others skills consisted of probably involved living off the land. He wondered where her Tribe heralded from but that was a question that could be answered later.<br><br>"And I am going to be frank. I do not like silvecoating words and making things seems as they are not. If you agree to come along on this expedition," A brief pause, glancing sideways to his shrouded companion. "You can expect to be away from home for a long time. There is a good chance you will die or become grievously wounded and there is also a good chance you won't ever come home - dead or alive. I expect everyone to have the same level of commitment in this expedition - all personal agendas and grievances end right here, right now. I need your full focus on the tasks that lay ahead. And there are some rules, oh yes, rules." Logan looked directly at Sylvester as he said this before shifting his eyes again.<br><br>"First, I am the leader of this expedition. For those with prior service, consider me your Captain. All of MY orders are final, no questions ask. If you do not do as I say, you will be cut from this expedition, even if that means stranding you in the middle-of-nowhere. Once you break your contract with me, I no longer give a shit about you. Secondly, my Companion here - Connor - is second in command, should anything happen to me. You should also regard his word as words coming from me. Thirdly, everyone takes a watch at night. Fourthly, we only bring what you can carry. Where we are going is mostly going to be done on foot. And finally, we leave first thing in the morning. If you are not at the Ferry by sunup, then you will be left behind. Any question?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 05:30:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nariel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Thirsty Turtle<br><br><strong>Body:</strong> <br>Nariel smirked as she glanced over to the other two, applicants. She noted too that they were both eager to give Master Riddick their names. Sylvester looked to be a simple mercenary thought judging by his dress and gear he appeared to be experienced in woodcraft. He looked like he had been through his share of fights given the scars that marked his otherwise lean muscular form. She guessed that he preferred a speed and a bow over blades given that he seemed to forgo the heavy armor that Riddick and Conner wore.<br>The other applicant the barbarian woman, Elandra seemed odd somehow. She didn’t look like a warrior more like a thief; a scout perhaps? Her choice of weapon thought was peculiar. A clawed gauntlet was a better weapon for a thief or assassin, something useful against unsuspecting and unarmored or lightly armored targets; something meant for poison. Perhaps it was a clan thing, a ceremonial weapon that marked her as part of the tribe?<br><br>She looked back to Master Riddick as he spoke to her and the others; laying out his expectations and rules for the expedition. It would be a long trip into the wilderness; death and maiming were possible; of course one didn’t have to go into the wilds to find death or injury and no personal baggage. She nodded in agreement. She had assumed as much when she had seen the posting, she hadn’t expected 1000 gold sovereigns for an over night trip to pick flowers.<br>Then came the rules; he was the leader, the ‘captain’. She was sure that he was in the military, or had spent most of his life in it. He spoke like an officer; someone that was used to commanding a group and being obeyed without any questions a leader. She hadn’t noticed any unit insignia on him, but between his cloak and being seated she didn’t have a good view of his armor or gear.<br>His orders were final; failure to heed his orders would get you abandoned in the wilds. His companion Conner was his second in command; his orders were to be treated as if he had given them.<br>She realized that he wasn’t the actual organizer of the expedition; sure he was making sure they knew that he was the leader but he was following someone else’s plans. <br>Her mismatched eyes flicked to Conner again. He was still hiding under his hooded cloak; she wondered briefly why he continued to remain hidden. Clearly he didn’t want to be seen. Was Conner even his real name?&nbsp; She smiled as she made a connection Master Riddick was here for ‘Conner’ he was his…bodyguard? No; his father?<br>Riddick didn’t strike her as a regular mercenary for hire; he seemed to be the kind of man motivated more by duty, honor and, family over coin. <br>So was Conner a Brionti? Perhaps she would have to check around before they left. She didn’t usually bother with who was who in society it usually mattered little to her who was currently playing the political games in the imperial court. <br><br>Nariel nodded once as Master Riddick finished speaking.<br>“Fair enough.” She said to Riddick pausing for a moment before she reached up her arms parting her cloak; revealing her black custom fitted leather and mail clad form beneath as she shifted her hood back.<br>Her ebon hair spilled from her hood as she looked at Riddick, her blue and green mismatched eyes briefly dropping to the still hooded Conner before she turned looking to Sylvester and Elandra. Her long pointed ears and almond shaped eyes clearly marking her as Elvin.<br>“Since were all being friendly,” looking back to master Riddick, “I’m Nariel, my skills are in… craftiness and repossession.” She said her pale colored lips curling in a wry smile.<br>“I have no problems with your terms master Riddick and only one question. What are we seeking in the Northern Wilds?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seventh</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 02:52:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sylvester Eckhart<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thirsty Turtle<br><br>At the time the aged warrior took Sylvester's forearm in his fierce grip, as Sylvester took his, it seemed that only the archer and two others remained. The others had either been turned away or had decided otherwise, but he wasn't surprised - he knew a few of the faces and wouldn't have picked them to watch his back out in the wilds. One remained hidden beneath her hood, but the other was suspicious for other reasons. The gauntlet with it's severe looking claws and the smear of red over her nose was a sign that she belonged to one of the barbarian tribes, dangerous people - usually to be avoided - who didn't often mingle openly with the common people. But Sylvester guessed that even barbarians would need gold sometimes...<br><br>When Master Riddick spoke, it was with a gruff, blunt manner. The archer appreciated the honest warning, but was prepared to for the risks. He knew he might never come back, or that if he did, he might not be whole again. Sylvester noted that Riddick looked at him when the words 'rules' were said. Perhaps it had been something about the way he'd presented himself, but there was time to change that impression later, so the archer just nodded his head slowly.<br><br>He nodded again when Master Riddick told them to consider him a Captain. Sylvester had spent many years in the army, and knew exactly how Riddick wanted him to behave. But it had been a long time since he'd had a Captain, or had to obey anyone really. As a mercenary he worked for people, but there was a difference between being employed and following orders the way they had to in the army. Still, he nodded again. For the money he was being paid, he would do as the warrior said, and would have done it walking on his hands.<br><br>When told that the mysterious stranger would be Second in Command, he finally tried to take a better look at him. His face was masked by the shadow cast by the cloak wrapped about him, but despite the dark of the tavern he noted the glint of mail near his throat, and the heavy boots of a soldier or warrior under the table. But other than his name, Connor was still a mystery. Sylvester would prefer having a decent look at him, to judge the man for himself, and agreeing to follow Connor's command without so much as a word from the man himself seemed like a bad idea but for now he found himself nodding again, trusting that the man was capable of leading.<br><br>When Master Riddick finished speaking, the first woman lowered her hood and introduced herself as Nariel. The pointed ears beneath the dark hair revealed that she was an elf, but it was the eyes that caught his attention. Each was a different colour, a feature that was usually met with suspicion - it was a witch's sign. Sylvester wasn't typically superstitious, but he couldn't stop himself lean away from her ever so slightly. Her question was the obvious one, but also the most important.<br><br>"No questions of my own, but it would be good to know what exactly we're risking life and limb for..." He said softly, crossing his arms over his chest. 
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 21:03:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elandra Ravenholme<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thirsty Turtle<br><br>With her own introduction out of the way, Elandra was content to fold her arms and merely observe in silence; a stark contrast to her usual behaviour when within the relative comfort of a tavern or inn. Normally she’d be taking the time to schmooze with the locals, picking their minds for titbits of interesting information, or simply immerse herself in the atmosphere. To her taverns were places meant for revelry and meeting new people but if the raven-haired barbarian had learnt anything during her time as a mercenary, it was that she really didn’t want to befriend one, especially if the merc was an ex-soldier.<br><br>Elandra respected the old captain’s candour but she preferred his brevity, even if the all-too-familiar warning of potential death had her suppressing a weary yawn from between her claws. His conditions were sound and she had no questions or qualms over the rules. Elandra certainly had no intention of pursuing any form of relationship, ill or otherwise, so talk of ending “grievances” was a moot point. The only thing that mattered to her at that point was survival, completing any given tasks and returning to her much deserved reward. As long as the Brionti family upheld their side of the bargain, she’d happily play the part of emotionless puppet and follow the biddings of their envoys, Connor and Riddick.<br><br>When Nariel pulled back her hood, exposing her long black tresses and pale complexion, Elandra was only mildly surprised by the mismatched eyes. She’d seen a lot stranger doing her travels. Instead, what actually caught her attention and caused the young barbarian to lean slightly away was when the elf professed her skill at “craftiness and repossession”. Elandra had been forced to learn the hard way of the pitfalls of working with a cutpurse… numerous times. Like all elves the self-proclaimed thief appeared almost naturally slender with a figure that hinted at a light-footed and supple form of combat. Elandra might have been envious if she hadn’t learnt of the power of coin over looks, coin which would be hers after their little camping trip.<br><br>Despite her firm appearance, a small squeal of glee resonated within Elandra as the others prodded Connor and Riddick for answers on the goal. It was the loophole to her “no questions asked” policy, allowing others to do the asking. It was always helpful to know of the specifics although Elandra’s actual concern was why such a wealthy family sought to assemble the band from a ragtag group of expendable mercs rather than purchase the time of an established one. If they wanted the best, it would have been easy to find with so much gold on offer. Instead the Brionti family put up notices in plain sight, enticing any and all who might be desperate enough to risk danger for a heavier purse. The fact that they were only accepting those who Riddick deemed “worthy” helped alleviate a little suspicion but not by much.<br><br>Before Riddick had a chance to answer the questions of the others, the Ravenholme woman stepped forward and tapped a clawed index finger pointedly on the table to draw their attention. “I’ll be blunt… I’ll stay for any additional information on the mission but if we’ve been given all we’re going to get in that regard then I’d like to know now so I can spend my time preparing instead. If you require anything else I’ll be residing in the Inn across the street otherwise I’ll meet at the ferry tomorrow, as asked, where I’ll expect to find the initial promise of coin.” She wasn’t going to ask for it right then and there seeing as it’d only make her sleep restless if an entire tavern saw the exchange. Elandra pondered if she should explain that she didn’t mean “anything” in a literal sense but could see that line of conversation turning awkward. Instead she trusted in the fact that her terse, resolute, attitude would wash away any such thoughts.<br><br>Despite her tough act, Elandra was actually feeling more than a little tense over the mission. She had sworn away from difficult, or dubious, tasks for a reason and now she was taking one that qualified heavily in both respects. Her stomach was already performing flip-flops as the night ticked away and the conversation dragged on. It was one of the reasons she wanted to end the talk right then and there before any more doubt was allowed to settle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 18:54:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Logan Riddick<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thirsty Turtle<br><br>Logan listened to each in turn. Two of the three had quickly asked the same question, as would he in their position. What exactly were they going to be risking their life and limb for? He knew the answer to that, even if he didn't neccesarily agree with it. He just knew that Conner was going to go into the Wilds - with or with out him, and Logan had promised Conners mother he would protect him. Yes, Logan wasn't 100% on board, but there was nothing he was going to be able to do about it.<br><br>"To find the answer to that, you'll have to be at the Ferry by the appointed time. Any more revealed now - well, lets just say that there are prying eyes and ears that would probably slit your throat in your sleep tonight." He says, looking at each of them in turn. He bobbed his head at Elandra. She seemed to have been in such a situation before. "Aye, that is all you are going to be getting out of me tonight. So I suggest the rest of you follow her lead - get your gear ready, get some rest, and make sure you're not late. Once the Ferry leaves, consider yourself cut from this little outing."<br><br>He paused, letting the words sink in before finishing of his mug. Logans cloaked partner remained relatively motionless, his head moving from time to time as he studied those before him and those around them. He was satisfied that they were in no danger and rested a hand on the table. It looked like a natural movement to everyone other then Logan. The two had developed a sort of sign language over the years, more useful in sticky situations then ones like these, but he knew what it meant.<br><br>"I suggest you all watch your backs tonight either way. The purse is a large one and the village idiots will think you've already been paid." Logan stood, as did Conner - the cloaked figure. "Me and my partner are going to make our own preparations, so I bid you all adieu and goodnight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ghostraven</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 15:07:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Nariel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Thirsty Turtle<br><br>Nariel smirked when the archer seemed to shift back from her, she had seen it before in humans her mismatched eyes were…unsettling to the superstitious. She briefly entertained the thought of shifting closer to him but decided against it in the same moment. She didn’t want to cause any trouble now, not before getting paid.<br>She listened as the Human, Sylvester spoke up just after she had asked her question about the ‘mission’ basically asking the same thing what were they going out into the wilderness for?<br>Her mismatched eyes flicked over to the barbarian woman as she finally spoke up as well.<br><br>Nariel looked back to Logan as he mulled over her question and the question and comments of the others. She wasn’t completely surprised by the older Humans response, she hadn’t really expected the truth, though part of her had hoped for at least a convincing lie. His reluctance to say anything and his warning of others watching and even slaying to get or keep whatever secret they were hunting in the wilds made her pause. So was the risk in what they were actually seeking or was it more of a risk relating to who was seeking this mysterious prize. Her gaze briefly flicked to the still hooded Conner before returning to Logan as he drained the last of the ale from his mug. Her guess was that it was potentially both; though she was sure that Logan’s hooded and silent companion was the real cause of the warning that the older human warrior made to the little group.<br><br>Her head tilted as Logan spoke again warning them to be watchful for ‘the village idiots’. She snickered softly at the warrior’s phrasing. He was right though, some half-drunk fool may think that they were carrying 500 gold coins; not realizing that that would be nigh 50 pounds of coins and not easily hidden on one’s person, let alone carrying all 1500. Still drink never made anyone smarter…<br>She looked back to Logan as he spoke again placing his empty mug on the table and standing along with his silent partner.<br><br>“Wise advice Master Riddick.” Narielsaid her hands reaching up to pull her hood back into place. “Perhaps we should spend some time together before we venture out into the wilds, to better know our potential…roles; and given Master Riddick’s warning for defense?” She asked her hooded head pivoting to look over to her two new companions as she spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown [Main Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seventh</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 04:54:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sylvester Eckhart<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Thirsty Turtle<br><br>Before Master Riddick could answer their all-important question, the barbarian woman Elandra stepped forward, clicking a finger of her menacing clawed gauntlet against the table as she announced - quite straightforwardly - that if there wasn't to be any more information, she wanted to leave to prepare. Sylvester would need to do the same, as he was sure they all would, but the archer had gathered much of the essentials already so that he could focus on getting some rest before the scheduled meet at the ferry.<br><br>When the answer to their questions did come, Sylvester wasn't too pleased - and it showed in the narrowed brows and crossed arms. He had expected at least some knowledge of what they were getting into tonight, some indication of what they were looking for. At the moment it could be anything under the sun, nobody really knew what was out there, they could be chasing a whisper, a rumour or fantasy, or perhaps Riddick and the mysterious Connor had a genuine lead. The archer was curious and sorely tempted to press for more, but it looked like he had no choice: he'd need to be at the boat to find out.<br><br>With the final warning to watch out for anyone looking to loot the gold they'd not yet received, the two men stood to leave. Sylvester nodded his head to each of them in farewell; "Goodnight, Master Riddick. I shall see you in the morning." He adjusted the quiver on his shoulder, reading himself to leave just as the elven woman with the mismatched eyes spoke up, suggesting they get to know each other a little better. Sliding his tongue over his upper teeth as he thought about her proposition, he stared into each different coloured eye for a moment before slowly agreeing: "...Very well. It's probably a good idea to get to know each other a little. Nariel was it? And Elandra?" He glanced towards the barbarian woman, his eye lingering on the streak of paint across her nose and cheek. She'd made it clear she was going to leave earlier, but perhaps she'd change her mind...
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