Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jan 14, 2014 0:30:53 GMT
Magdud had spent most of the day he had free exploring the city. It got tiresome and boring after a while – sure, the city had some beautiful sights, but it wasn’t Stonefang Gulch. There were no younglings bashing each other’s heads in with clubs, or elders smoking ogreweed into the dead of night, or orcish shouting matches which devolved into brawls. It was a little dull in that sense.
In the afternoon he had left the city for the forest in order to attune himself with the elements. He rested his axe on the ground and sat down in a state akin to meditation. Only, Orcs did not have the patience to meditate. He sat down taking deep inhales and then producing bestial grunts – occasionally he would beat his chest or punch something nearby, but that was an Orcish kind of calm.
In his mind’s eye, he spoke with the Earth elementals who as always were stern and stalwart in their duties. He spoke with the elements of Water, who spoke in soothing tones which could calm even the most panicked of heart. The elements of Air listened to his prayers also, and they replied with tittering and giggles which most mischievous air spirits spoke in. He then tried with all his heart to talk to the fire elements. He received no reply, and took this as an ill omen. The fire elements were the most warlike, the most concerned about martial prowess. If they did not speak to him before this mission then he was worried. Maybe something would go sour, or maybe they did not wish to bless Magdud? It was all he could think about for the rest of the day.
In the city again, he found an inn called “The Rusty Helm”. Their beds were cheap, their ale cheaper, and their food scandalously low priced. He realized the reason why. As he awoke at three in the morning after sleeping on a bed which might as well have been made of blades, he could not help but make a mad dash to the alley out back and spill his guts. Honey ale, pear cider, salted fish and potato skins all came out of Magdud’s throat and on to the cobbles. If something was so bad it could turn an Orc’s stomach, then it was worrying.
Not long after, the Orc made his way to the adventurer’s guild. He walked through the doors, looking paler than usual, and wandered over to Feldoran and Fivara. He belched a burp which could probably curdle milk instantaneously, and then he pulled a tusky smile.
“My sorrys. Slept in Rusty Helm. Well, I tried slept,”
He tried to say more, but his stomach turned and he had to make his way outside. Sprinting to hold his vomit in for the time being, he ran in front of the adventurer’s guild and down a side street. The remainder of the salted fish came out this time. He felt better, and returned to the adventurer’s guild.
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Cooky
One Of God's Mistakes
Posts: 23
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
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Post by Cooky on Jan 14, 2014 20:44:46 GMT
Bjorn ambled through the streets, his head thundering like the great war drums of his ancestors. Perhaps challenging a pair of dwarves to a drinking contest last night had been a mistake. Or maybe out-drinking the pair of them combined had been his mistake, Bjorn was not sure. On the bright side, the two dwarves had covered his tab. Whether that kindness had been out of admiration or sympathy he did not know, but the thought of having to pay money for this suffering made his head hurt even worse if that was at all possible.
After what seemed like an age, Bjorn finally made it to the Adventurers Guild. Composing himself, he settled his face into an impassive gaze. It would not do well to show his weakness before this group of strangers. He strode through the door, and opened his mouth to greet the 3 members of his group already there. He had intended to say good morning, however after catching wind of the odour Magdud had produced what actually came out of his mouth was somewhere between a retch, a moan and the strange bellowing noise one imagines a wounded hippo might make. His hands covering his face as if to physically hold his jaws shut, Bjorn launched himself back out of the doors he had just come through.
He tumbled headlong into the nearest sidestreet. all that could be heard from within the adventurers guild was a sickening soundtrack of retching, punctuated by splats. After a good minute of this, it finally subsided and Bjorn rose from being bent over double, only to catch sight of what Magdud had left there. His face turned a horrific shade of puce. More retching and splats could be heard from within the guild. Eventually it subsided once again. Being careful to avoid looking at the floor, Bjorn stumbled back to the guild and once again attempted to compose himself. This time he could not manage it. The look on Bjorn's face when he re-entered the guild suggested that he had in fact died, and had spent the last day as a corpse on the bottom of a nearby lake.
"BY THE SEVEN SONS OF YSGRAMOR, WHAT WAS THAT STENCH?!?!" Despite not quite managing to reproduce his usual booming voice, his tone carried whatever shock and horror he felt that his face was unable to express. "Ancestors preserve me, it was as if someone had managed to distil the essence of misery and decay into the most putrid of miasmas!"
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Post by Tonks on Jan 14, 2014 20:50:35 GMT
Fivara held her breath for as long as she could. She also, somehow, held her tongue. Dear Lords! How am I to spend any more time with these oafs? They can't even arrive without belching and barfing.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 14, 2014 21:03:16 GMT
Adwen had spent the night trawling the pubs and the streets, stealing a few coins here and there without any question. Her pockets were a little heavier but not enough to catch the attention of the guards.
When she'd moved towards the adventurer's guild in the morning she reached the street opposite of it before she stopped at the sight before her. The Orc. Running outside and into the side street to empty its stomachs. She wrinkled her nose at it and watched the green skin enter the building. A few seconds later and Bjorn exited to throw his guts up too.
She pulled a disdainful face and let him wander back inside before she followed after him. If they pulled that kind of action she only hoped it would be from alcohol. Everybody slept heavily when they drank. Which made those two top of her list for pickings.
When she entered the hall she was greeted by the sight of the two retchers and the two elves. The glare was squashed and she offered them a tight smile and a nod. "We are waiting for one more correct?"
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Post by Light on Jan 14, 2014 21:41:20 GMT
"Good morning Ambassador." Feldoran had said to her as she arrived, about to continue when Magdud had entered. He wrinkled his nose as the Orc belched mightily, rolling his eyes as the other hurried off out again, by the look of his face to vomit.
"It's a particularly disreputable establishment, which is astonishingly still open." He said in reference to the Orc's sleeping arrangements.
Then Bjorn arrived, and it was much the same with him as it had been with the Orc.
"Is there anyone who didn't head straight to the taverns?" His face was aggrieved; what had been a promising start was suddenly turning sour with two of their warriors redecorating the streets with their previous meals.
"Yes." He said wearily to Adwen. "Assuming she isn't also about to turn up minus her breakfast."
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Seyla had been once again caught up in the early morning bustle, despite having assured herself that she would beat it today. How early did the merchants need to get up to set up their stalls really?
Apparently very, as she found out once she had finished a small breakfast and her morning prayers. She'd been swept up into the throng of people headed towards the markets, though at least this time she knew the way for sure.
Later than she had hoped, and after everyone else had arrived, she turned up outside the Guild and immediately was assailed by the foul stench coming from the alleyway nearby. What in the name of the Gods could produce so unearthly a stench? She'd always heard that the Capital was clean.
Forcing herself not to add to whatever was already polluting the streets she raised a white handkerchief to her mouth and nose, then held her breath and ventured inside.
"Morning." Her usualy quiet voice was muffled further by the cloth of the handkerchief and if the brigandine hadn't clinked as she moved she wasn't sure that they'd have noticed her enter.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jan 15, 2014 0:07:37 GMT
Magdud nodded to Feldoran and did not know how to respond to Bjorn. He just did a tusky grin to the whole group – there was still fish skin caught in his teeth. He turned to the newest entrant, the quiet woman, before turning again to the rest of the group.
“Chainmail for Magdud?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and open arms.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Jan 15, 2014 20:00:28 GMT
Rakzul the Ork threw down the other bandit. Two of them had attacked him for well, being an Ork. People weren't always very tolerant of other races and in this case they had tried to kill him when he was sleeping but he had heard them approaching. It hadn't taken too long for Rakzul to take care of them and despite his lack of smarts he was fairly strong.
He had been wandering around the forest for a while now, he had no mission nor an aim. All he wanted to do was explore new places and kill the animals he came across to see what they tasted like.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 15, 2014 20:12:21 GMT
For three towns he'd been following her, eyes fixed on the hooded woman who'd stolen his earnings. No matter how they were earned, through good honest hard work, or through the spilt blood of a young Orc, as he had earned his coin, earned money was earned money. It belonged to the person who earned it, not the person who stole it.
His eyes narrowed into fine slits as they laid themselves upon the wench who had stolen his hard earned coins. "I'm gonna slit her throat," he muttered.
"Then we slit everybody else's throat," his partner spoke.
His mouth curled dangerously. "Perhaps." He watched her travel inside of the building and frowned.
"Is good plan. We kill them, take their stuff. Everything is ours."
He nodded. "We'll have to wait for the right time." He turned his to a stall near to the entrance of the building the wench in question had entered.
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Post by Light on Jan 15, 2014 21:02:27 GMT
"Indeed." Feldoran turned to one of the sets of equipment beside him and took out a bundle wrapped in cloth. Untying the bundle revealed both a mail shirt and trousers, both still gleaming from a fresh polish applied by the armourers the previous night. Of course it had required the assistance of the mages to refit it for an Orc in but a single day; they had managed in hours what would have taken even the most skilled smith days. They had also as a show of friendship added coloured links which formed the Stonefang clan coat of arms to the mail shirt.
"Each of you will find the supplies you requested." He began to hand out the sets of equipment. "You will also note the backpacks. Those of you familiar with enchantments will recognise these as being capable of holding far more than they seem capable of." To illustrate the point, he opened one such of the packs revealing the vast capacity of so simple a piece of kit. "For equipment amongst other things." He explained. "This point was not raised yesterday, as it was determined the best judge of character was before any payment was brought up. As such in addition to the fee we will offer you upon completion, any and all treasures found within the tower are to be divided amongst our number as a show of faith. Subject of course to appraisal in the case of items of the danger if any that they pose."
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jan 15, 2014 21:55:25 GMT
Magdud grasped the chainmail with a grin as he noticed the coloured links. He held them as they were now, rather than putting them on just yet. He would most likely fall over himself or trip up or stumble if he tried to equip it now. He took the backpack off Feldoran also and took note of what the elf spoke about rewards.
"This will make Stonefang coffers full. Make the elders happy. Make Magdud rich."
He couldn't help but have a big grin on his face.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 15, 2014 23:39:51 GMT
Fivara looked at one of the backpacks. There wasn't a chance that she'd put that hideous thing on her back. She picked one up and waved her hand over it. The bag shrunk until it was half the size of her finger. She attached the straps to a hair grip and slid it into her hair. Problem solved. She listened as Feldoran spoke.
"That is most kind of you. I give you my thanks." She bowed her head.
It better be bloody good treasure. I can't think of anything that makes spending time with these people worth it.
She then remembered that it was this or the half elves. She pondered for a moment which was worse but began to feel sick, and thought it was best to leave those thoughts out of her mind.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 16, 2014 20:13:34 GMT
Adwen took the bag, letting her ears perk up at the sound of 'finders keepers'. At least, that's what she heard and that was the rule she was going to abide by. If she found valuable treasure then she would keep it all for herself. She pushed her other bag inside of this one, thankful that the magic in place let her put more in it than looked physically possible.
"Many thanks for you," she muttered politely, being certain to keep her eyes anywhere but on the elf. Her eyes sought out the ambassador. She hoped that they got underway soon. She needed to start riling up the full bred Elf and soon.
"When is it that we leave? I assume the sooner the better?"
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Post by Light on Jan 16, 2014 23:14:05 GMT
"Precisely." Feldoran motioned for the others to gather their supplies from the table they were stored on and follow him along through the streets and towards the wharves down by the river which ran through the Capital.
Before them was a large and sturdy barge easily capable of housing the whole group. "Male bunks." Feldoran indicated one of the two cabins. "Female bunks." The third and final cabin was for supply storage.
"This will be functional, and reasonably comfortable." He strode across the boarding plank. "Our horses will be waiting in Darell."
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 23:22:43 GMT
Fivara looked at the barge. Oh dear Lords. It looked filthy.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Jan 19, 2014 20:15:46 GMT
Magdud had never travelled by water. Foot or mount had always been how he'd got around, so this would be a new experience. He walked across the boarding plank after Feldoran; the water was far from choppy but it still made Magdud's stomach a little uncertain. After some deep inhales, he felt a little better.
"My gulch have one river, big enough to fit salmon and frogs. Never one of these."
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