Honor Bound (Eve Lacus & Minotaurus)
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				Title: <strong>Honor Bound (Eve Lacus &amp; Minotaurus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minotaurus</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 02:26:43</strong>
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				Leah sat in the corner of the <em>Salty Dog Tavern</em> checking out the local scene. The place smelt of rank ale that had been spilled during many a bar fight intermingled with the salty air that drifted in from the ocean. Outside in the streets, the hustle and bustle of the stevedores and various ships crews could be heard even this late at night. All the furniture in here had seen better days and by the ramshackle look of it, it had been pieced together from a thousand different vendors.<br><br>The crowd here was rough and tumble. On the far side of the room a group of drunken sailors sang a shanty. While others around looked on hoping for peace and quiet, the group was well-known as the crew of the <em>Siren's Call,</em> a ship that plied the sea lanes taking what it could. The crew's reputation was equally fierce and none in the place wished to risk a fight. At a couple of prostitutes wound their way through the crowd trying to find someone to hook up with for the night. At their age they could no longer work the gentlemen's clubs, nor would even the middle-class hire them. Now, they were down to looking for a couple of coppers and maybe a bed.<br><br>This was not the place a nice, young lady should be found. But it was the perfect place for Leah. For it was in joints like this that she could find out what was really going on in the town, and what was really pursuing. The upper clubs never told the whole truth and oftentimes exaggerated their own worth. But the lower class, the ones who actually worked in the homes, they knew who owned what and could even help her know how to get to her marks. Others around her placed her as just another sailor, almost passed out from having drunk so much, but Leah listened intently to the conversations. Snippets of conversation wafted through the air....<em>a merchant ship had just docked earlier that day, and the merchant brought off some expensive silks from across the sea...</em> <em>the evil wizard who inhabited the green tower had not been seen in a fortnight...</em> <em>councilman Lettnor had a new mistress and he had to keep this one hidden from his wife lest she disappeared also...</em> <em>the priest of Ylvan was known to have a fondness for young boys and was opening a new orphanage...</em><em> warehouse five must have something valuable in it; otherwise, why would they have so many guards... </em> and other rumors circulated through the air. Leah drunk in the information like many sailors had drunken in the mead that night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor Bound (Eve Lacus &amp; Minotaurus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 07:08:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The hour grew late, as the local area filled the establishment known to all as the Salty Dog Tavern. Barmaids traveled from table to table serving up orders, or taking a new patrons request. While pirates (or sailors) filed in drunkenly singing shanty’s that thrived in ever curve of the Tavern. In the far off corners away from the rowdy noises merchants, and tradesmen alike crowed in conversation. Discussing the business deals they made or were planning to make. Prostitutes wandered in, going to work as they tried to use their wiles to make a bit of coin. It was clear to anyone that could see they were way to past their prime, and had no busy in their profession anymore. All in all the sight before him left one barkeep in particular entertained if not busy. He stood behind the bar filling drinks, handing them off between the barmaids, and those who had nested themselves at his<br>station.<br><br>"I need another ale to add to the sailors tab Gato." One of the barmaids yelled grabbing fresh prepared drinks from the counter. "Will do Mel I’ll have those up for you in a moment." Gato complied, watching from across the room as the pirates (or sailors) began crooning louder, waiting for their drinks to be replenished. "Make it shorter then a minute Gato." The female sighed. "Our boys over there are getting a little rowdy." The barkeep laughed, as the maid left to take the drinks on her tray to another table. Filling up another round of ale for the sailors, Gato left the new tray on the counter for Mel to labor with. He was just about to take a new round of orders on the right end when he saw something that dulled his cheerful mood. The barkeep sighed. Signaling for the second bartender to hold down he fort. Filling a new pint of ale, he proceeded to left side of the counter where his unexpected visitor was situated. He slid the mug across stand. Driving it with enough force that came an easy stop in front of patron.<br><br>"Well aren’t you sight for sore eyes." His visitor smiled. Bringing the mug to her mischievous little lips, as she drunk down his generous gift. Gato couldn’t help but smile as he watch her use her tongue to dry away the extra liquid from her playful mouth. He shook his head. "You never change Leah." The female in question laughed, taking another sip of her ale. "Am I supposes too?" The barkeep rolled his eyes. Doing his best to not to be drawn into Leah’s teasing nature. The female before him was master at manipulation. If she saw a chink of weakness in someone’s armor. She had no problem using it to her advantage. Gato had learned that first hand some time ago. "Why are you back in town Leah?"<br><br>The chestnut haired siren looked at the bartender in mock disguise of hurt. "Gato I’m hurt. Can’t a girl just come to town to look up an old friend?" The barkeeps brows rose. With any other person he would have given them the benefit of the doubt, but this was Leah. His little thief never did anything without an ulterior motive. "Do you really want me to answer that question?" Gato mocked, watching as her innocent routine gave way to a more to her more seductive nature.<br><br>"You are such a kill joy." Leah informed him. Taking the refilled mug out of his grip. "I’m serious Leah." He pressed. "Tell me why you came back." The last time Gato had seen Leah. She had been heading to Bayhaven with the glint of treasure in her eyes. Since that time Gato hadn’t heard nary a word, and now she was here. The barkeep wasn’t a fool. He knew his little thief was up to something. Which meant one of two things. Either Leah was in trouble, or she was looking for her next score. "Well" He pressed, folding his arms across his chest. Informing Leah this time around Gato wasn’t backing down.<br><br>She rolled her eyes. If Gato hadn’t been such a close member of the family, Leah was certain she would have decked him by now. The barkeep had always been far too nosey. She remembered when been a child, running to her father after Gato had dug his nose in one of her many escapades. Like the daddy’s girl that she was, she had informed her father of Gato’s meddlesome antics, but her father -the jovial man that he was -&nbsp; only told her that Gato was looking out for her best interest. <br><br>Now that her sire was gone, Leah couldn’t help, but think he was right. She looked at the barkeep. His arms still folding in that same parental stance, as he waited for answer. Leah sighed. Fine if he wanted an answer she’d give him one. "I’m here about a rumor." Gato eyes narrowed. He studied Leah searching for any traces of a lie, when he couldn’t pinpoint any type flaw in façade he gave up. Gato knew better then anyone there was no way to get under Leah’s defenses unless she wanted you too. "What rumor?" He inquired. Wordlessly wondering what kind of gossip could be so appealing that it would bring Leah back to town. <em>"I’m certain you have heard about it Gato."</em> Leah chimed. <em>"You know the one about the evil wizard that inhabits the green tower."</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Honor Bound (Eve Lacus &amp; Minotaurus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minotaurus</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 02:29:35</strong>
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				He had been working at the <em>Salty Dog</em>, for 8 years now, and had seen his share of adventures prior to retiring. Although she was unaware of it, Gato had worked with Leah's father on a few occasions. And after watching all the dregs of humanity come and go here, he had become even more hardened to the world than he was before, so nothing surprised Gato anymore. Almost nothing. At Leah's mention of what she was chasing, his mouth gaped open and he stood there speechless.<br><br>"Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind child?" he asked incredulously in a voice louder than he had thought. The din in the tavern dropped several notches as ears turned to hear what the commotion was about. All it took was a look around the room and a glare from his eye cast on a person here and there to get the patrons to realize they wanted to find something better to do. Turning back to Leah, he waited until the noise level had resumed its usual cacophony before continuing. Pointing a chubby finger, he admonished her, "You don't go messin' with that wizard if you know what's good for you. The last two that wanted to find his treasure can't be found anymore."<br><br>Mel passing behind him, overheard the conversation and stopped in her rounds. Looking at Leah with stars in her eyes, she told the young thief, "Don't you believe him. Madrigar is one hunk of a man. Gato's just jealous that he ain't got what that man's got."<br><br>"Mel, don't you be fillin' this one's head with stories about that mad man. He's trouble, plain and simple," he said. Continuing, "Don't you have something to do... like handlin' orders and such. This place doesn't make money with you standing here jawin'." <br><br>Once Mel had left, Gato turned back to Leah to finish, "Don't mess with him. Put your mind to somethin' different. I told your pappy I'd watch out for you when you were around, but I can't do that if you're goin' to try anythin' with that wizard." He glared at her as if the force of his eyes could impose his will upon her, but he knew it was a lost cause. Once Leah set her mind to something, the only thing that could change it was her dad. And with him gone, he didn't think there was any hope. But just this once, he hoped she'd listen to him. Before turning back to tend to his duties at the bar, he states one last thing, "Get it out of your mind. That wizard is dangerous, and I don't want to see anythin' happen to you."<br><br>Returning to the bar, Gato started back on filling mugs and tankards, but he continuously kept taking glances at Leah. His watch wasn't enough as he missed the moment when Mel paused in her rounds at Leah's table and told her, "Don't listen to Gato. That wizard is one heck of a man. Every woman here wants him, and I know he's had several of the upper class. He's never mistreated any of them." Starting to continue her rounds, she added with a wink, "And none of them had your looks or charm."
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				Post by: <strong>Eve Lacus</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 06:16:09</strong>
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				Gato was right about one thing Leah was stubborn; her long departed father had been a testament to that. When she wanted something nothing would get in her way, and Leah wanted the wizards Madrigar treasure. Not even Gato’s flaming disapproval would sway that desire. She would infiltrate wizards, and unlike the other females that entered into his domain. Leah would resist him. She watched Mel leave the counter, secretly relieved the barmaid had returned to her rounds. Although Leah liked Gato’s spunky little serf, she really didn’t Mel’s version of help at this moment, her father old partner was mad at her enough. Leah had never really card in the past when Gato had become angry with her. She was used to his anger being directed towards her, that was nothing new, but this time was different. Gato was really worried. <br><br>Leah sighed. She had put her father old partner through a lot over the years, even going as far as pulling a huge disappearing act after her sire’s funeral. Gato had never asked her where she hightailed it. The retired thief had only shown his undisguised relief to see her alive. Now she was back after another long standing absence, with what he saw as another one of her hair brain ideas. She jumped over counter, using the weight of her body to land safely on the other side.&nbsp; Gato was ignoring her, using the activity of his work to hide his concern. If it had been anyone else Leah would have just avoided the person tactics, and walked away. Men where no mystery to the young thief, she had had plenty of them in her life, and knew how to deal with them. But this was Gato, and Leah knew his silence had more to do with a deep sense of concern. <br><br>She took the replenished tankard from his hand, placing the beaker on the counter top of the bar behind her. Tactic fully Leah pushed the mug down the line, never even bothering to look as the tankard made its destination to the right patron. "You have stop worrying about me you <em>salty old dog</em>." She began. Making use of the old nickname her father had given him. "I’m not a little girl anymore Gato. You have to let me live my life." The ex-thief turned tavern owner looked away from her.&nbsp; Leah knew Gato did not want to hear what she had to say, as far as he was concerned she was risking her life in something he disapproved. Enough said.&nbsp; <br><br>"I want to make dad proud." She pushed on, pulling the tavern owner around to face her. "You know continuing his legacy means ever thing to me." She reminded him, pulling out the locket her father had gifted her. The object around her neck meant the world to Leah. After her fathers death it had been the only thing that had made her feel close to sire. Both she, and Gato were the only one who knew that Leah had made the vow to carry on legacy. Stealing the wizards treasure was certified way to begin keeping that vow. "I know your are worried Gato, but I am going to do this." She stepped closer to him, rubbing the receded area of head like she did as a child. <br><br>"I’m going make dad proud." Leah smiled. "I’m going to make you proud." She looked at Gato, feeling a wave of relief as the plump tavern owner pulled her into a fierce hug. "I’m a already proud of ya kittlin’." He replied. Leah took a step back giving Gato one of her over confident smiles. "Then believe I’m going to steal that wizards riches right from underneath his nose.' Leah didn’t even wait for Gato to give her any type of answer. Jumping over the over the counter, she blow him a kiss, heading towards the door. Mel who had just finished serving another round of drinks at a near by table, stopped when she Leah head towards. <br><br>"Convinced dat old goat about the wizard did ya?" The barmaid beamed. Clearly still assuming that Leah was heading to the wizard castle to have some type of tumble in the hay with the upper classmen. The young thief smiled. It was amusing how some people’s minds worked in only worked in one direction. "Something like that Mel." She answered, giving the plump maid a chaste kiss on the cheek as a farewell. "Now you come back by here, and tell how that womanizer was in bed ya here!” Leah rolled her eyes heading out the tavern towards her horse. <br><br><em>Bedding the wizard of Green Tower indeed. Leah wasn’t so weak.&nbsp; </em> <br><br><br>
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