Blackmail Bodyguard
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				Title: <strong>Blackmail Bodyguard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 02:01:35</strong>
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				Ares Vellen leaned back in her chair with a quiet smile on her face, the picture of contentment in comparison to the frowning and scowling men seated with her. Her right hand was casually thrown over a set of cards, keeping their value from the eyes of others. Breaking the tense silence was a curse from a man on her left - a great brute of a man with beady black eyes. He threw his cards down in disgust announcing his fold, glaring at Vel with annoyance. Immediately after his outburst others followed leaving Vel and one other man as the only players left in the card game. For a second they stared at each other, but the other man wasn't able to crack Vel's relaxed look with his own. With a low sigh he tossed his cards in as well. At the act Vel's expression deepened into a full grin as she revealed what cards she actually held. Immediately an outpouring of more cursing and yelling ensued as the others realized they were bluffed out of their money.<br><br>Chuckling at her companions reactions Vel stood up from the card table and wandered over to one of the empty dining tables across the room, her want of cards fulfilled for the night. Looking around Vel scoped out who had turned out in The Hilt this night, the tavern nearly fully occupied by Mercenaries. It seemed there was an influx of the usual people, but that was not so surprising as it was nearing winter, and most campaigns had been ended for the year. Including hers, which was why she was here in the first place. <br><br>"A drink Sir?" a barmaid said interrupting her line of vision. A slight blush involuntarily ran up the back of her neck as Vel noticed, that the barmaid had pulled her top nearly down and off of her...large assets. Clearing her throat Vel nodded, not bothering to correct the wrong prefix. In her chain mail and tunic her small breasts and hips were impossible to detect, and though her lean face was feminine in shape, no one suspected she was female and she felt no need to correct them. After all, why would she hand out free information about herself? <br><br>"And whatever dinner you have prepared," Vel added her voice adding to the image that she was a man; it wasn't particularly low or rough, but it was huskier than most. The barmaid nodded and made Vel's flush creep a little further by leaning in and trailing a finger down her bare neck.<br><br>"Anything you wish Sir," the woman purred before winking and salaciously slinking off. Vel just shook her head, trying to will her flush away, and by the time the barmaid returned, for the most part the succeeded. Digging in to the rather good food Vel thought back on her old childhood home, wondering how her brothers and sisters were doing. After a few minutes on that train of thought though, she broke it off, not willing to let herself be homesick, and certainly not willing to let her homesickness force her to return to the place she left. Here, she was her own person, not dependent on anyone, and though she was not encased in marble walls, but in sound and clean wood and brick, she was happy. <br><br>All was relatively quiet in the tavern, as the mercenaries occupied themselves with playing card games or dining, not like the taverns in the heart of the city where any man could walk in and behave as he liked. Mercenaries, while loud at times, were not usual brawlers, each of them rathering to prove their prowess on the field, not with a bar stool. But the relative peace was disturbed when the doors opened to reveal those who were very obviously not Mercenaries and very obviously clients. For a second the volume rose as the new development was discussed, but it soon faded to the normal chatter. Vel simply raised an eyebrow, curious to see which Mercenary was approached for hire.<br><br>(sorry about the length, but I just wanted to give a good starting spot.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blackmail Bodyguard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 06:36:35</strong>
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				The scenery ran together in the shadows of night, the carriage clacking and rattling down the road.&nbsp; Its driver guided it away from the manor, the moon rising high in the sky behind him, lighting the ground before his horses' hooves.&nbsp; The clip-clop of hooves echoed off the trees that lined the manor's drive before they were between the gates and out onto the open landscape.&nbsp; The McLauren Manor was set neatly into the land around it, and his employers asked very little of him, and paid him well.&nbsp; Tonight he was bid to drive the oldest daughter of the McLaurens to <em>The Hilt</em>, a place where a man could be hired, but only if you had the coin to peek his interest.<br><br>The Duchess Megara McLauren was one such lady, and at the bidding of her family was traveling to hiring another bodyguard.&nbsp; She was an independent woman, that traveled in and out of the Manor, off on her daily roamings of the city of Miran.&nbsp; Her family feared greatly for their daughter's safety, and had requested, or rather demanded, she hire someone to guard her person only.&nbsp; The Manor McLauren employed many men-at-arms, militia and such.&nbsp; The Lady Megara had demanded that her childhood friend be her guard, but he lead most of the estate's militia.&nbsp; So now, the carriage rolled along towards <em>The Hilt</em>, off to find a man that could watch her safely.<br><br>She pushed aside the small curtain on carriage door with her long fingers, looking out the window to survey her surroundings.&nbsp; The ride to the tavern was not a long one, but it seemed excruciating because of her task.&nbsp; Her family had bidden her to find herself a bodyguard to keep her from harm.&nbsp; Because she could not stay in the care of her family's militia and bodyguard, she had taken to the streets to find someone that could be paid to guard her.&nbsp; Megara shook her head, the black coils of her hair slithering about her shoulders.&nbsp; Dropping her hand away from the window, she sat back on the plush seat of her carriage to think.<br><br>Crossing one long leg over the other under her brocaded ebony dress, she rested her hands in her lap.&nbsp; But what kind of man to choose?&nbsp; A young one would suit her purpose.&nbsp; Guided by the coin, and easy to manipulate... Though an older male would have the experience her family would be pleased with.&nbsp; She blew out a breath, her lips curving into a small smile.&nbsp; A young one then... To make her family regret their decision.&nbsp; She was not without skills, and could protect herself if need be.&nbsp; The carriage rolled to a stop outside <em>The Hilt</em>, and she opened the carriage door herself, before the driver could hop down from his perch.&nbsp; <br><br>Slipping the hood of her cloak over her hair, Megara glanced about their surroundings, taking in the building they had stopped in front of.&nbsp; She waited for her friend to climb down from his horse, asking him softly <strong>"I trust your judgment, but are you sure we can find someone here?"</strong>&nbsp; She twitched the brocaded skirt of her dress into place with a gentle tug, and waited for him to accompany her inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blackmail Bodyguard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 11:15:33</strong>
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				Ferenan (http://www.animewallpapers.com/game/magna/full_15.php) mounted his black mare and trotted forward before the carriage made its way through the gate.&nbsp; He had no idea why they had to do this so late but it wasn't his place to argue.&nbsp; The mare's breathing was steady as he scouted the forest path ahead before signaling for the carriage driver to start forward.&nbsp; The moon was high overhead as he escorted the woman he had been protecting ever since he was adopted by the McLaurens.&nbsp; Ferenan looked to the moon and sighed as he knew that an outsider was to be brought in tonight, he did not like this idea.<br><br>Being born to gypsies, whom were later executed for the use of magic, Ferenan was able to use magic though was told by Cedric Mclauren to never use it again.&nbsp; Of course Ferenan at first disobeyed, still using his powers to cause trouble and mischief around the manor.&nbsp; Year after year he slowly learned to love the manor and the Mclauren's for taking him in.&nbsp; Cedric Mclauren had him trained as a soldier to protect Megara, which to this day he does with out question.<br><br>Ferenan stayed ahead of the carriage the entire way, the plates of his black-blue armor scraping softly together as he gave a signal to stop every now and then.&nbsp; The wood were quiet save for the owls and smaller prey creatures, the predator's dead silent.&nbsp; Holding the reins, he guided the horse to the hill where <em>The Hilt</em> stood and where Megara's new bodyguard waited.<br><br>Ferenan dismounted the mare, his eyes wandering over the surroundings of the establishment.&nbsp; Not being pleased with this idea in the first place, now being here confirmed why he thought it was a bad idea.&nbsp; <em>'Lord Cedric cannot be bloody serious... This place is a pig's sty.'</em> He thought to himself as he turned to face the carriage.&nbsp; Watching as Megara emerged from the carriage he bowed slightly and spoke, <strong>"I do recommend that we leave and tell your father that there were no suitable choices that met your standards."</strong> <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blackmail Bodyguard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 02:25:41</strong>
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				Vel wasn't one to approach clients first, she found that more often than not, when that occurred the mercenary didn't get nearly as much as they could have. And Vel was very in the habit of getting as much as she could from everything. She had enough experience with bad times to want to avoid it as much as possible. So the mercenary stayed in her seat and continued eating, watching intently as the first man strolled up. <br><br>His usual swagger was accentuated by the alcohol that he had consumed over the course of night, but that made him no less dangerous. Vel knew the man, Erik, to have an easily ignited temper as many hired swords did. He wasn't wearing armor like most of the people at <em>the Hilt,</em> but her did have a well worked leather jerkin for some protection, and of course his long sword.<br><br><strong>"Now now, I understand wanting to get business done, but there is no reason to bring a lady here,"</strong> Erik drunkenly drawled addressing not Megara, but Ferenen, making the first of many mistakes. <strong>"You should tuck her back in your carriage before she gets caught up in us real men,"</strong> he added lewdly raising thick brows. The heavy set man moved his hand off the hilt of his sword and attempted to reach out to the Lady Megara, making yet another, and this time much more serious, mistake.<br><br>Vel felt her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline as she saw the mercenary reaching out a pawing hand. She was too far away to know what the man said, but she guessed it was something similarly dumb to what he was doing. Looking around Vel noticed that quite a few people were watching as intently as she was and that was her cue. No client, no matter how rich, was worth getting into some tavern scrape. No doubt the armored man would show his displeasure and a few of Erik's buddies would get involved, and Vel wanted to be nowhere near it. Finishing off her drink and her meal Vel pushed her chair back and made for the exit, hoping to make it quietly out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blackmail Bodyguard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 00:44:30</strong>
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				Megara had been glancing around the tavern with a critical eye, knowing some things of bodyguards and of war.&nbsp; Her eyes flickered as the first approached, his voice slurred and his step staggered.&nbsp; One of her elegant brows raised, and she reached into the folds of her brocaded dress, pulling a small dagger from them.&nbsp; She stepped forward and to the left, sliding the blade up his thigh to rest against his groin.&nbsp; <strong>"At least I know you are not one of the ones I will want in my house, Sir,"</strong> Megara said with soft anger, her eyes flashing from under the edge of her hood.<br><br>She shoved him back, stepping closer to the man at her side to wrap her hand around Ferenan's arm.&nbsp; <strong>"You are right.&nbsp; We will return and tell Father there were no suitable bodyguards here,"</strong> The woman said, releasing his arm- trusting him to follow her from the tavern.&nbsp; Turning and heading towards the exit, she found her path block.&nbsp; She bumped into someone there, catching herself before she fell.&nbsp; <strong>"Excuse me,"</strong> She murmured, lifting her head to look at the man she had run into.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blackmail Bodyguard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinXAzgard21</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 09:26:53</strong>
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				Ferenan did not like the idea of his lords daughter choosing a new bodyguard in such a dump.&nbsp; This place as a sty.&nbsp; Filth littered the establishment, most drunk off their arses and uneducated to know their manners around a a noble woman such as Megara.&nbsp; Still he knew that these would be this would be the cheapest place to find a sword for hire, though the money they would pay for one here would also most likely and sadly mean his lack of skill.<br><br>Walking through the pub, Ferenan could feel all the eyes turn on to Megara.&nbsp; Ferenan counted seventeen heads in the room, gauged their worth by look and none looked worth the time.&nbsp; Considering he trained all of the guards back at manor these men would stand little if no chance even against him unarmed.&nbsp; Though he would like to avoid a fight tonight if at all possible, but with how Megara was he figured their will be some sort of trouble.<br><br>Taking point leading Megara through the establishment, stopping at the insults of the larger man.&nbsp; He watched Meg pull her dagger from its sheath and placed it against the mans flesh, shaking his head he knew the problems had only just begun.&nbsp; Meg walked by the man, only to have him turn on his heel attempting to grab her again.&nbsp; Ferenan quickly reacted instantly, his armored left hand grasping the back of the mans shit yanking him off balance.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I would think you would know how to act around a lady, but I guess I was wrong to give you that much credit."</strong>&nbsp; Ferenan said, his right hand grasping the mans belt as he began to forcefully remove him from the tavern.&nbsp; Ferenan could finish this properly outside with no witnesses.<br><br>Pushing the man to the mud with little effort Ferenan looked down at the man, <strong>"Sir, I advise you to get up after I leave.&nbsp; I would hate to scatter your limbs along the woods."&nbsp; He said to the now mud covered man.&nbsp; Ferenan's left hand laid at his side, lightning crackling in his palm, a threat of death for the man.&nbsp; &nbsp;</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blackmail Bodyguard</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 01:30:59</strong>
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				Vel reached out a steadying arm instinctively as she felt a body bump into her. Turning Vel caught Megara's eyes and paused a little stunned. Though Vel had spied the supposed client from afar she wasn't close enough to be hit with the impact of the woman's beauty and confidence. Very rarely had Vel been able to meet a woman who could look her directly in her eyes. As Vel blinked the moment was broken and she mercenary turned to leave with a small head bow, conscious of the men, friends of the first idiot, coming closer.<br><br>Vel was determined to not look behind at the commotion or get involved, but despite her intentions, her head turned just in time to catch something she wished she didn't. The thickening of the air confirmed that it was magic being cradled in the man's hand, and Vel paused now caught in the happenings. If Erik cried foul at the magic, there would be trouble. Just as Vel predicted Erik yelped 'magi' and Vel groaned. Quickly backtracking Vel positioned herself at the door of the tavern, her arms crossed, resigned to aborting whatever trouble came.<br><br><strong>"Ah, Vellen,"</strong> the first of Erik's friends said, a much bigger man whom Vel knew to be much smarter than Erik, <strong>"I just heard the most interesting thing, I could have sworn Erik just said 'magi'.</strong> The large mercenary obviously wanted to go through the door, but Vel held her ground. <br><br><strong>"Quite right you did,</strong> Vel conceded keeping an easy smile on her face. Erik's friend wasn't the unreasonable sort, so Vel was hoping this could be talked out, <strong>"but he was mistaken, after all, I certainly don't have magic."</strong> That was an outright lie, and all of the listening mercenaries knew it. Vel was known rather well as being gifted with magic, but her lying was as good as saying that it was her magic, and they would do best to stay out of this matter.&nbsp; A tense moment went by as Vel and the other man stared at each other but eventually Erik's friend nodded slowly and turned around. Letting out a sigh of relief Vel turned from the door. Though she didn't look ruffled she was somewhat nervous of a fight breaking out - she hated dealing with brawls.&nbsp; <br><br>Now facing Megara and Ferenan, Vel was at a loss for words. She didn't want to be involved, but then got involved. She didn't like fights, and nearly started one. And she didn't like witnesses, yet there was one laying in the mud.<br><br><strong>"That was reckless,"</strong> Vel finally said addressing mainly Ferenan. <strong>"Erik there can still cry out about you using magic. Mercenaries only hide each others secrets."</strong>
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