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Post by persephone on Jan 31, 2013 18:09:29 GMT -6
Midday, till Midnight... January of the 31st day
A caravan is about to leave Orange City en route to Magic City.
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Post by creal on Jan 31, 2013 20:21:28 GMT -6
 Creal arrives at the caravan camp with Darkserium behind him examining the area, looking for someone to talk too. |
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Post by Darkserium on Jan 31, 2013 20:25:43 GMT -6
 Darkserium stops as he reaches the caravan site. He looks around and after a few moments of scrutiny. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and whistles. The pattern is harmonic and intriguing. He lowers his arm slightly to a 90 degree angle. After a few seconds, a screech resonates through the air around them a white raven can seen flying low over the trees. It circles above Darkserium and his companion three times and lands on Dark's outstretched arm. |
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Post by persephone on Jan 31, 2013 22:42:46 GMT -6
A small band is around the caravan just outside the city of Orange. They happen to be carrying quite the load, with burly oxen driving their wares. You notice that the company consists entirely of men, with weathered, deeply tanned skin. They don't really look all that weak, nor do they seem the kind of people to be overtaken by bandits. They even have weapons on hand.
One of the merchants finishes tying up the load as the caravan takes off. He comes over to the pair of travelers, a grim expression crosses his face. "Well? What are you hanging around here for? Wanting to come for the ride? We won't mind, unless you a Grungar." He looks you over. "So? who are you? Are you in a guild?" His questioning is short, and to the point. Though it seems strange...this doesn't add up to what Kril explained in the bar
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Post by creal on Jan 31, 2013 22:59:22 GMT -6
Creal addresses him in the same manner as he was addressed with. " I am in a guild however that is irrelevant. I came because I heard that you may need some help with bandits, is the information I was provided with accurate?" |
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Post by Darkserium on Feb 1, 2013 8:26:01 GMT -6
"Yes, we were told you were in need of assistance. Is this true?" He said in a flat tone. He did not trust these men and he did not trust the barkeep either. "How long have you been friends that barkeep, it seems we've been set up" he said in a humorous tone. "Just another reason trust needs to be earned. What fun this will be" he laughed despite his usually apathetic nature. |
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Post by creal on Feb 1, 2013 10:20:12 GMT -6
Creal replies defensivly at the shot to his firends integrity. "I've known him for a long time, what he knew he told us, he works at the pub so he gets his information from travelers." Creal is adamant in his defense and awaits for what the merchants have to say and says quietly says to Darkserium, "We don't know the situation yet just wait."
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Post by persephone on Feb 1, 2013 10:47:08 GMT -6
The man smirks at the quarrel, but nods his head towards the caravan as it begins to pull away. "It's not us who needs help. It's the damn guard who's been complaining. We're experienced travelers, we don't need protection. So we're not looking to hire some free agent sell swords. Even if you were a part of a prominent guild. But there is something you can do. I'm not asking you to do it," He smiles cheekily, "but you look like you could some further direction." The man begins to walk away, following after the already departed caravan. "Tag along! We won't bite. Unless you're a Grungar spy." He laughs as the ox shuffles its way across the dirt road.
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Post by creal on Feb 1, 2013 15:05:12 GMT -6
Creal starts walking behind the merchant. "Alright i will come with." He turns his head toward Darkserium to observe his decision.
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Post by Darkserium on Feb 1, 2013 15:07:57 GMT -6
"There is no use turning back now, we're already here" Darkserium said flatly. He began to follow the merchant as well and lift his arm to signal Sardonous that it was alright to fly low above their heads. |
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Post by persephone on Feb 1, 2013 15:49:27 GMT -6
Hours after the caravan has left, the city of Orange shrinks away on the horizon. It will be afternoon soon, but the merchants are a lively bunch, chatting among themselves, about old stories and adventures they used to take part of.
One of the men, a different from before, comes over. "So you're adventurers eh? Come to take a piece of the bandit cake too huh?" He laughs merrily. "We'd have more gold if we could chase 'em. They see a burly ox like this and think they can take us. But when we fire upon them with our bows, they go running. If our shipment is late, we lose business." He chuckled. "That might be something you could go for. These good for nothing bandits aren't like the cutthroats in the Prairie. These are small fries who skirt off into the Jine Borderlands. But they got a den somewhere. If you snuffed out that... not only could you cash in big with the guard, but you could loot the looters!"
One of the other merchants turned to look back. "Hey! Don't tell them too much! That's my retirement money!" They once again break out into laughter.
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Post by creal on Feb 2, 2013 0:20:53 GMT -6
Creal laughs awkwardly along with them. "Well it's worth a shot. When they ambush next they will be scared off, and then I can follow them back to whatever rocks they crawled out from under." Creal Looks at Darkserium now. "Would you be willing to pursue them?"
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Post by Darkserium on Feb 2, 2013 0:25:24 GMT -6
"Finally you say something of interest" He says as he laughs for the first time in a long time. "It's been a while since I've had a good fight" he said in a somber tone. He stretched his arms above his head, and allowed his wings to stretch out from beneath his cloak. At full length, the wing span is 6 feet. "Ahh, it feels so good to finally stretch." |
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Post by persephone on Feb 2, 2013 11:40:05 GMT -6
Some time passes, as noon turns into afternoon, and then into early evening. The merchants finally take a break to eat and rest their ox. "We'll reach Magic City by midnight." One of them said offhandedly, as they sat down around the cart. There hasn't been many guards on patrol...
In the distance there is the sound of thundering hooves coming from the northeast. It looks like a small group of riders are coming across the grasslands towards the main road. They wore simply cloaks, and carried no insignia. One of the merchants pulled out his longbow, and notched an arrow at the ready.
"Seven this time huh? Must have found some new riders." As the horsemen get closer and closer, the other merchants prepare for battle. When the first rider gets into range, those with bows take their first shots.
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Post by creal on Feb 3, 2013 21:24:15 GMT -6
Creal unsheathes The Sartus from his sheathe at his side. He slowly advances and prepares for battle holding his sword at the ready in the Saruku Stance. Blade tip slightly downwards and across his body. From here it appears he his open for an attack however he has the speed to parry attacks and surprise his enemy. He awaits the arrival of the raiders near the caravans.
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