Crossed Blades (SerenitysAgnel and shadowy)
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				Title: <strong>Crossed Blades (SerenitysAgnel and shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2007, 21:02:08</strong>
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				His parents named him Bael. People of quality often mocked his honor, though usually not to his face, while fighting men accorded him some degree of respect. And now and again it was remembered that he bore the title of knight.<br><br>But when he first met her, Bael was scratching out a living as hired sword in a rather unsavory border town, his title about as useful as the paper it was printed on. So many coins per swordthrust per day, with room and board thrown in if the employer was generous. Bael met her on one such job--- this woman whose skills matched his.<br><br>He had just walked into the Crossed Blades, the kind of tavern and inn that asks no questions but gets told a great many lies. His mark was a fop from the capital city; Bael planned to bump into him, exchange some angry words, then goad the man into a duel. Like most hired swords he had never asked for the reason why. All that mattered was that money had changed hands.<br><br>So the knight-turned-mercenary put down a pair of coppers at the bar, sipped his drink and scanned the establishment. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossed Blades (SerenitysAgnel and shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>10-11-2007, 04:41:06</strong>
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				The streets were barren, shadows cast across the ground where the moons illumination did not touch. From afar she could see a sillhouette of a man and a woman kissing where a baking stall met a jewelery stall, the small of sex was thick and it was obvious that the whores, lechers, murderers and rapist lined the alleyways waiting for their next thrill. The dirt road was saturated from the previous rain, her sandals dipped into the mud as the ground moved beneath her. <br><br>Aside from the silver sword strapped to her back she appeared to be an easy target to those who did not take her for a fighter. A red haired doll, and a scantily dressed one at that. Her eyes were silver and lavender, unusual for the average human. In a golden satual at her waste she carred a few herbs, some viles of poison, and four runes each representing one of the four elements. People gawked at her dress, a kind of garb that would make even the lowliest of hookers blush. <br><br>Cosette stood at a billboard at the center of town looking at a bunch of wanted posters ripping down the picture of her and shredding until it could no longer be seen. Turning to the other side she read some well paying jobs for mercenaries. Seeing nothing of value she headed towards a tavern where a wooden plank above the door labeled the buidling 'Two Swords'.<br><br>It had been many weaks since she recieved a job. Even so money was of little importance to her. Cosette lived on adrenaline, much the reason for her little outfit. She was wanted on several counts of murder, robbery, and herecy as well as treason. But the king neither had the time nor the men skilled enough to track and catch her. She safely roamed knowing full well that nobody in their right mind would approach her, even despite her innocent eyes. <br><br>Kicking a drunkard from his table she sat in the corner of the room, her eyes finding her palms but her ears listening. Another scantilly dressed woman approached her bringing her a glass of ale. Not long after Cosette was staring into the drink as if it would spill some most intimate secrets. <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Oh this is what she looks like, I did not want to describe it because I would not do the picture justice.<br><br>(http://i2.tinypic.com/6jnof3d.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossed Blades (SerenitysAgnel and shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowy</strong> on <strong>11-11-2007, 18:08:48</strong>
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				Bael quietly sipped his drink, still scanning the crowd. Despite his title, he looked little different from the half-dozen other sellswords congregating here this evening. A stiff leather jerkin fit snugly over a torso of medium build, while well-worn boots and breeches attested to a life spent traveling to whereever the next job could be found.&nbsp; Only his sword and scabbard bespoke of quality; the slaughterer's blade in his boot was also a common armament among mercenaries. His dark brown eyes flicked to his drink, back to gaze into the crowd, and back to his drink again, missing nothing.&nbsp; Including the woman who had just walked in.<br><br>Bael was not fooled by outward appearances. She moved with an easy grace that indicated she was a professional.&nbsp; Attractive, but a professional nonentheless. The sometime knight cursed under his breath. He had found his target, and was fairly sure no one else here intended to harm the fop, or protect him. That is, until she walked in.<br><br>Could she be here to babysit him?&nbsp; Or kill him, which was the more likely scenario.&nbsp; Which meant taking Bael's contract right from under him. He decided he had to find out.<br><br>He sidled up to her without cutting off too much of her personal space. His tone was casual, yet wary.<br><br>"I'm new in town," he lied smoothly. "You looking for a contract, too?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossed Blades (SerenitysAgnel and shadowy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zombie Apocalypso</strong> on <strong>15-11-2007, 03:24:46</strong>
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				Against the muddy and distant background of the raunchy pub Cosette was an obvious sight to behold. Though her actions blended unjustly with the surroundings her attire did not. It was apparent that her clothing was doused in small golden threads. But not once did she look up from her cup of ale, she did not drink either, simply sat staring into the glass. What she really was doing was surveying the room through the reflection in the bitter brown brew. <br><br>"If you were smart you would not be approaching a woman who is obviously not affraid to be in a room filled with murderers and barbarians." The fact that this mere boy sought to inquisition her purpose at the tavern did not bode well for her. She continued to stare into the drink her mettalic gaze sizing up the opponent. "If you are here to cature me in hopes of recieving that heavy reward, I suggest you leave. I have not and will not show any mercy to the kings men and those that oppose the knights of the rightful heir to the throne." There had long since been tales told of a dead kings son who was banished from the kingdom. It had also been said that he was forming his own army to strike somewhere at the heart of the present kings kingdom. Cosette may be just such knight though her stories were usually filled with holes. 
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