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Post by Korsera on Jul 10, 2015 11:41:28 GMT
It was going ok, then Iulius mentioned an attraction to Milo. He was speaking before she had a chance to defend herself though, so she simply let it slide with a slight frown. He's just a rookie? I wouldn't have guessed. But Sorelia was hardly a combat veteran herself, having only really been stationed outside city gates as a sentry. Yria's the fighter, not me She wanted to go and talk to Milo more personally, but perhaps enough had been said so far by her. That was about to change as the door burst open, revealing a huge, hulking thug of a man illuminated by the moon now standing in the doorway.
"Who. Screamed." No one answered. Sorelia wasn't physically capable of excreting masonry, but if there had been a time, this was it. Eventually the man spoke again, this time pointing sharply at Jakobe, still whimpering on the floor. "What. Is his problem?" Still no one answered. She took in the smallest breath, biting back her initial fear, then gave as short an answer as possible. 'Troubled sleep, sir.' Her back straight, hands clasped behind her, she tried to meet the man's eyes, only to find herself averting her gaze slightly so as not to be singled out by him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 13:48:34 GMT
"His problem," Iulius said rising from his seat, "Is that he has been severely traumatized by the journey here and requires time to recover." He stared the man up and down, a brute of considerable strength was a dangerous foe, and a powerful ally. "Presumably you are the Arms Master Mayor Jenkins mentioned, Mr Grim. As such, I'm sure that you are a very busy man who doesn't get much sleep, we are not in danger and are able to deal with our party member's problems without your assistance." He stared the towering man in his eyes, even without his armor on he feared no man, for he was protected by the Legion, and he would go to join them at the time of their choosing, it that time was here and now then so be it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 16:11:26 GMT
The man, unmoving, stared Iulius in the face. “He insane?”
Iulius pondered the question for a moment, not sure how to answer.
“Because we deal with the insane here. No one heals from what this forest does to ones mind. Tried it, all trying to fix it does is drag someone into the ground with em.”
Patting his hammer against his palm, He kept eye contact with Iulius the entire time, neither refusing to budge, the tension between them building....until the man lowered his hammer and produced a bag from his belt, tossing it sideways to Jakobe.
“Yes. Im Mr.Grimm. that means im your boss, when your not being bossed around by the Mayor. That means, tough guy, that you do what I say, or you leave. Ive been here, for the record, since this town was founded. Didn't have no grey hair nor half my scars back then. This place is held together, what little it is, because people listen, and people work together. So pop those high and mighty horses out of your ears for once and do just that.”
Pointing to the bag next to Jakobe, he grinded his teeth. “Sleep medicine. Id suggest you all take it. Tonight will be the last night you sleep blissfully under a roof for a few days, as this morning you'll be getting your first mission. I suggest you get a good nights sleep for that.”
Then, with one last look at Iulius, he lowered his arm, turned, and left, slamming the door behind him so hard it splintered a little, nearly hitting Iulius in the face.
As the air of authority slowly faded, a sudden munching sound could be heard,and then a thump. Heads turned quickly, to find the contents of the bag littering the ground, small, orbs of some medicinal herb, 3 left, and jakobe sound asleep next to them, snoring softly.
With that, the breaking of everyone's moods, and a strange screech outside in the forest, everyone slowly drifted to their respective beds and let sleep take as strong a hold as it could.
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Morning, the sun dispelling the moons dark blanket, allowing light and warmth to cover the earth. It was as the sun just shone above the trees that the doors to the house, if one wished to call it that, were flung open, the silhouette of Mr.Grimm taking up the groups door frame yet again, this time silhouetted by the sun, causing no need for a lantern.
“Breakfast is in the big building by the gates, meet there in ten minutes, and bring the screaming one, apparently hes some sorta informed highway man. Only bring what belongings you think you may need. After breakfast, the Mayors question session, and dealing with the screaming prisoner or whatever he is, you'll be sent out on your first mission. Together. This building is your home now, so anything left here will be yours for as long as your alive. Do not worry, thieves aren't permitted here, and we have no stockades.”
Stern, uncaring, and to the point. One would think he had said some parts more times then he cared for.
“oh, and welcome to fucking godamned SettleTown.” he said, before turning and leaving, disappearing into the blinding mourning light, as the groups eyes tried to adjust to the sudden brightness.
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no time to recuperate, already, the world forces the adventurer's hand, to prepare to be sent from civilization yet again.
Packed, and prepared, the group leaves for the Building clearly meant to be an INN, Jakobe lead in front of them.
The doors wide open to let in the mourning light, they see the Mayor, happily eating his breakfast, with Mr.Grimm sitting next to him almost looking like he might be enjoying his too, despite it being nothing but eggs and some sorta...meaty broth. Like oatmeal but with meat. The smell fills the entire room, not being recognized as any farm animal or game one would normally hunt.
“oh! Our new friends! Come, comes, sit and eat! Enjoy as much as you would like! You too....Jakobe was it? Come now, were all friends, someone untie the boys poor hands now, lets us enjoy this fine morning, for we are all still alive!” chuckling, the Mayor pats the skull he was wearing on his belt last night, who seems to be sitting on the table next to him, opposite of Mr.Grimm, who is on his left.
As everyone gets situated, food a plenty in the middle of the table to be taken, the mayor stops for a moment, smiling at his guests.
“oh...before we get started on the questions, we had a visitor last night! A new friend to join our merry band! Mister wolf, would you please come and join us, no?”
a big, tall man, armed to the teeth, a grin across his face, suddenly waltz in and sits down at the furthers end of the table.
“Mister Wolf here showed up in the middle of the night, walked all the way here by himself, covered in blood and running low on supplies. Mr.Grimm wanted to put a bolt through his head, but we came to an understanding with Wolf here, and he agreed to fight for the good town of SettleTown, isn't that nice of him?”
“now, while we all enjoy a nice breakfast together, lets kill two birds with none arrow, no? Ask some questions, don't be shy! Knowledge is as good as any sword, I always say!”
Wolf lost: -3 Gallons of water -10 days Rations -3 Arrows
-2 Pistol Rounds -PoundKeg is now a Very Lightly Used PoundKeg
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Post by halonachos on Jul 11, 2015 2:56:42 GMT
The food was free, so that was good at least and a new companion would always help the cause. "Well covered in blood isn't too odd, She who walks with thunder draws lines on her face with blood. I'm sure he'll be just fine." Milo said with a yawn. "But one question from me, what exactly is it that is in this... stew? I'm sure it's absolutely delicious, but I have never seen meat in this unique form."
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Post by Korsera on Jul 11, 2015 20:17:10 GMT
And once again, they were thrust into the Mayor's company. Something seemed off about him. Difficult to say what, exactly. Maybe it was his extremely enthusiastic attitude, or his speech patterns - so far removed from how anyone around here should speak, in her opinion - Sorelia had thought the town to be run by some rugged, tough bitten veteran of the darkness and dangers of the forest. Instead, they'd been greeted by a wizened old fossil, who was, at best, over enthusiastic. At worst... No, it was fine. They wouldn't have someone unfit leading Settletown, right? But she had to wonder. Then she had to wonder if she was the only one wondering.
I mean, he's just so... happy. Upbeat. We've been here a night, and we already know it's bad here. Just the journey was enough to tell us that. How can he remain so positive? Is it all an act? Is it something else? Does he know something we don't? Am I the only one thinking this?
Then she looked at the food. They said there was no such thing as a good meal in some places. They said some people couldn't choose to eat, because they couldn't afford it. This was not one of those times. Instead, the food they'd chosen to eat looked questionable, at best. A slop, not unlike porridge, but with meat, an unfamiliar scent wafting from the bowl. Sorelia thought of herself as educated; she was stumped. That was, until she thought about just where she was sat.
It must be something from the woods. That would explain why I don't recognise it, wouldn't it?
She was jarred from her thoughts as another person she didn't recognise sat at the table. Covered in weapons, throwing either the most or least convincing grin she'd ever seen. Then Milo was asking about the food. Sorelia decided to ask the other obvious question, dodging the answer she no doubt wanted to avoid hearing.
'I'm sorry,' she began, giving the most erstwhile smile she could muster under the circumstances, 'I don't believe I caught your name, mr...?'
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 20:50:14 GMT
The mayor, after swallowing a heap of eggs and...meat....stuff, looks milo in the face and smiled "oh, its, uhhh.....what was it today Mr.Grimm?"
"Deer."
"ah yes, deer! lovely venison!" clearing his throat, he shrugged. "the vegetation around here makes game meat not.....take well to flame. it cooks, but somewhat melts as it does. perfectly safe to eat, i assure you! otherwise we would be, well, dead." chuckling he turned too Sorelia.
"now now Sorelia, i already said, his name is Mister Wolf. Hes here to help ,and seems quite ready for the job!" suddenly, a sullen looking man comes and puts down some bowls of....bread? cheese? it seemed to be equal parts each, and then leaves. the bread smelled somewhat rancid.
"Ah! the devils bread is here, such a delight! grown from local wheat you know, when we can get it to grow!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 21:23:48 GMT
Iulius grabbed a bowl and filled it, eating quickly. "Eat what you can when you can." He advised the others, "You never know what or when your next meal will be." He finished his terrible tasting meal in but a few minutes before rising from the table. "Hurry up Milo, you have much to learn and little time to learn it in"
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Post by Darko on Jul 11, 2015 21:33:20 GMT
Wolf sniffed the food curiously, nose close to the slop much like a dog would investigate something new. His eyes widened slightly, he paused, and then began to tear into the food with his bare hands and teeth. Before long most of the meal was gone. His lack of etiquette caused bits of the stew to cover his face around his mouth, some of it dripping onto his shirt as he slurped the rest of it down.
How can we eat this stuff... it's so gross! It will keep us strong. Shut up you two. I'm still hungry. I want to hunt something. There is no time. Eat this food. We can hunt later. Grrrahh... fine. Accepting food from other humans is pitiful. Nothing compares to tearing into the meat of a fresh kill. At least that would taste kinda nice...
One of them spoke to him; a slim woman with brown hair and eyes. "I'm sorry... I don't believe I caught your name?"
His head snapped up instantly, fixing an unblinking stare on her. He just stared in silence for a few seconds. He licked his lips. The wolfish grin returned. She hadn't touched the food in front of her.
"Now, now Sorelia, I already said, his name is Mister Wolf. He's here to help, and seems quite ready for the job!" Said the mayor.
Wolf lurched forward across the table much to Sorelia's surprise, grabbing her bowl of the slop and retrieving it. He began tearing into that as well without a pause, no longer looking back at her. More of it spilled - on the table, on his clothes - but he didn't care.
Blech... do we reaaaaaaaaally have to keep eating this muck? Stop complaining already. It's too early in the damn morning to have a headache.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 21:36:56 GMT
just as Iulius rose, the mayor piped up motioning for him to sit down.
"now now, Iulius, no need to rush, we have many things to discuss." getting another quick mouthful, he old man swallowed and continued.
"besides, im afraid to say that your spare times simply doesn't exist, always busy around here, why, after breakfast your work starts, such is how things go around here."
motioning to Jakobe, the Mayor smiled. "besides, perhaps just a man of faith might help us decide the young mans fate, after we learn what he knows of course."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2015 23:31:16 GMT
Iulius sat down and refilled his bowl, more food was always a good thing. He took his time, eating more slowly, talking between bites, "Well, according to the rules of the Legion, he should be stripped, beaten for information and then crucified. I feel however, that you may have a better use for him."
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