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<blockquote data-quote="Monty Tomasi" data-source="post: 2832058" data-attributes="member: 40137"><p>Part II:</p><p></p><p>Frendick was in seventh heaven. Sitting in a brightly-lit clean and nicely laid-out tavern, he had the barkeep running around at his beck and call. Two of the three barmaids were fawning over him, complimenting him on his great looks and mighty magical prowess. The bard in the corner was finally singing a tune that he liked and the idea of being able to do almost anything he wanted in the tavern was really growing in appeal.</p><p></p><p>Frendick wore a fine deep purple silk shirt, leather leggings and an ornately crafted rapier with a ruby-encrusted hilt at his side. He kept his dark hair short and had a small pointed goatee. Former lovers had complimented him on his well-toned lean and muscular frame and described his crooked smile as giving him a definite roguish charm. Frendick was never one to complain when complimented and often made the most of his luck whilst it lasted.</p><p></p><p>Herstanz, his boss, was sitting at the next table sorting through all the booty that they had recently acquired. Swords, wands, a finely crafted mail vest and numerous other magical trinkets were piled up awaiting inspection.</p><p></p><p>Herstanz was tall, broad-shouldered man with bleach blond hair that hung far down his back in a single braid. His short beard also had a single braid with a gold hoop woven in to it at the end. His milky red eyes together with his green plate mail, speckled with glittering flecks of red, gave him an intimidating presence that Herstanz often used to bolster his arguments. Whilst he did not have Frendick's natural good looks or Gyzz's charm, power over others was all he really cared about.</p><p></p><p>Gyzz lay undressed on a bed upstairs in the tavern with the prettiest of the barmaids at his side. His blond curly hair was plastered to his fore-head and his sky blue eyes lingered lustfully on the sleeping form of the woman by his side. Suddenly he felt a stab of pain in his left knee and cursed his aching bones for giving him so much grief. Although no longer a young man, he had managed to retain his good looks and together with his years of honing his magical skills, Gyzz rarely spent his nights alone.</p><p></p><p>Whispering a string of arcane syllables under his breath so as not to wake the sleeping beauty, he quietly renewed the enchantments on both her and the others in the tavern that had fallen under his spell. Gyzz had learnt at a young age to channel magical energy and although it had made him an outcast whilst still a tender youth, as he grew to be a man Gyzz made sure that his talents would always gain him friends where ever he went.</p><p></p><p>Marco sat at the table in a corner of the tavern common-room. He watched his boss Herstanz sifting through their recently acquired goods, smiled bemusedly as he watched Frendick flirt with the barmaids who could not resist his charms even if they'd wanted to. Marco scowled at the barkeeper who brought him a new flagon of ale and spilled some of it on the table. The sweaty barkeep mopped the ale up hurriedly and scurried off to take refuge behind the bar.</p><p></p><p>Marco, like his companions, had not always had an easy life and being able to relax in the relative safety of the tavern gave him a measure of peace. Idly he played with one of a dozen rings that he wore, twirling it around his carefully manicured fingers. Arcane energy crackled from one ring's gemstone to the next, but Marco paid it little heed. His long black robes with glyphs woven from gold thread hung loosely from his large frame and Marco wondered idly if the evening would bring any further amusement or whether it was time to retire to bed.</p><p></p><p>Just then the tavern door opened and two men and two women walked in. They were each dressed in red with the tall muscle-bound man in the front wearing a red metal breast plate with a downward pointing sword etched on to it. He wore a red cloak, trousers and thick boots.</p><p></p><p>On his broad belt hung an empty scabbard that was weatherworn and pitted with rust. The guard carried his red helmet under his arm and had a stub of a smouldering black-weed tar cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth. The brute's head was shaven and after stepping in to the common-room of the tavern he ran a gauntleted hand over his smooth scalp as he surveyed the room.</p><p></p><p>Following closely behind him entered a stunningly beautiful woman with short coppery hair and deep sea green eyes. She too carried her helmet under her arm, wore long red boots, leather leggings and a corset that was laced up enough to hold it in place and still display the guard’s prominent cleavage. Her cloak was fastened with a silver brooch at the base of her graceful neck.</p><p></p><p>Behind her came a short man with spiky blond hair who wore a plain red cotton shirt, trousers and no footwear of any kind. He did not have a cloak on, nor did he carry any weapons.</p><p></p><p>Bringing up the rear was a woman slightly taller than the spiky haired man, wearing a long red dress and thick ankle-length coat. She carried a slender crossbow with numerous gears and springs bolted on to it that was cradled in her arms. Around her waist she had a belt with numerous small pouches and a bandoleer with half a dozen thin vials slung across her left shoulder.</p><p></p><p>The woman in the red dress had mousy brown hair that was tied back in a pony-tail and had strange pair of goggles rested just above her fore-head with a leather strap going around and below her pony-tail. Her inquisitive brown eyes darted around the room and she had a studied look of concentration as she took it all in.</p><p></p><p>“Well, well, well” said Herstanz as he looked up from his loot to the new arrivals. “The city guard arrives at last and at least one of you had enough fore-sight to bring weapons. I must say that this is bitterly disappointing. Oh well, guess we’ll have to dispatch you quickly like the last lot.”</p><p></p><p>“You're under arrest,” the muscle-bound guard said in a rough gravely voice. “You can either come with us the easy way or the hard way.”</p><p></p><p>“That's it?” Herstanz laughed dryly. “All you have to say is that I am under arrest? No proclamation of my crimes, no man-catcher with which to prevent my escape. Even no manacles it appears, really you are a pretty poor excuse for a city guard.”</p><p></p><p>The tall blond warrior with the braided hair rose up from the table and picked up a spiked mace. Gyzz immediately jumped up and drew his razor-sharp rapier. The barmaids and the innkeeper fled to the kitchen and the bard in the corner stopped playing mid-song. Marco cracked his knuckles, smoothed his black robe and rose to his full height to stand next to Herstanz.</p><p></p><p>“Kill this lot and get ready to move on,” Herstanz commanded. “The red guards are like locusts, you kill three and another dozen come running. I have the key to our next destination, let’s be done with this place and perhaps when we return to this city it will provide more entertainment.”</p><p></p><p>“Suit yourself,” the large guard grunted. “We’ll do it the hard way.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Monty Tomasi, post: 2832058, member: 40137"] Part II: Frendick was in seventh heaven. Sitting in a brightly-lit clean and nicely laid-out tavern, he had the barkeep running around at his beck and call. Two of the three barmaids were fawning over him, complimenting him on his great looks and mighty magical prowess. The bard in the corner was finally singing a tune that he liked and the idea of being able to do almost anything he wanted in the tavern was really growing in appeal. Frendick wore a fine deep purple silk shirt, leather leggings and an ornately crafted rapier with a ruby-encrusted hilt at his side. He kept his dark hair short and had a small pointed goatee. Former lovers had complimented him on his well-toned lean and muscular frame and described his crooked smile as giving him a definite roguish charm. Frendick was never one to complain when complimented and often made the most of his luck whilst it lasted. Herstanz, his boss, was sitting at the next table sorting through all the booty that they had recently acquired. Swords, wands, a finely crafted mail vest and numerous other magical trinkets were piled up awaiting inspection. Herstanz was tall, broad-shouldered man with bleach blond hair that hung far down his back in a single braid. His short beard also had a single braid with a gold hoop woven in to it at the end. His milky red eyes together with his green plate mail, speckled with glittering flecks of red, gave him an intimidating presence that Herstanz often used to bolster his arguments. Whilst he did not have Frendick's natural good looks or Gyzz's charm, power over others was all he really cared about. Gyzz lay undressed on a bed upstairs in the tavern with the prettiest of the barmaids at his side. His blond curly hair was plastered to his fore-head and his sky blue eyes lingered lustfully on the sleeping form of the woman by his side. Suddenly he felt a stab of pain in his left knee and cursed his aching bones for giving him so much grief. Although no longer a young man, he had managed to retain his good looks and together with his years of honing his magical skills, Gyzz rarely spent his nights alone. Whispering a string of arcane syllables under his breath so as not to wake the sleeping beauty, he quietly renewed the enchantments on both her and the others in the tavern that had fallen under his spell. Gyzz had learnt at a young age to channel magical energy and although it had made him an outcast whilst still a tender youth, as he grew to be a man Gyzz made sure that his talents would always gain him friends where ever he went. Marco sat at the table in a corner of the tavern common-room. He watched his boss Herstanz sifting through their recently acquired goods, smiled bemusedly as he watched Frendick flirt with the barmaids who could not resist his charms even if they'd wanted to. Marco scowled at the barkeeper who brought him a new flagon of ale and spilled some of it on the table. The sweaty barkeep mopped the ale up hurriedly and scurried off to take refuge behind the bar. Marco, like his companions, had not always had an easy life and being able to relax in the relative safety of the tavern gave him a measure of peace. Idly he played with one of a dozen rings that he wore, twirling it around his carefully manicured fingers. Arcane energy crackled from one ring's gemstone to the next, but Marco paid it little heed. His long black robes with glyphs woven from gold thread hung loosely from his large frame and Marco wondered idly if the evening would bring any further amusement or whether it was time to retire to bed. Just then the tavern door opened and two men and two women walked in. They were each dressed in red with the tall muscle-bound man in the front wearing a red metal breast plate with a downward pointing sword etched on to it. He wore a red cloak, trousers and thick boots. On his broad belt hung an empty scabbard that was weatherworn and pitted with rust. The guard carried his red helmet under his arm and had a stub of a smouldering black-weed tar cigar sticking out of the corner of his mouth. The brute's head was shaven and after stepping in to the common-room of the tavern he ran a gauntleted hand over his smooth scalp as he surveyed the room. Following closely behind him entered a stunningly beautiful woman with short coppery hair and deep sea green eyes. She too carried her helmet under her arm, wore long red boots, leather leggings and a corset that was laced up enough to hold it in place and still display the guard’s prominent cleavage. Her cloak was fastened with a silver brooch at the base of her graceful neck. Behind her came a short man with spiky blond hair who wore a plain red cotton shirt, trousers and no footwear of any kind. He did not have a cloak on, nor did he carry any weapons. Bringing up the rear was a woman slightly taller than the spiky haired man, wearing a long red dress and thick ankle-length coat. She carried a slender crossbow with numerous gears and springs bolted on to it that was cradled in her arms. Around her waist she had a belt with numerous small pouches and a bandoleer with half a dozen thin vials slung across her left shoulder. The woman in the red dress had mousy brown hair that was tied back in a pony-tail and had strange pair of goggles rested just above her fore-head with a leather strap going around and below her pony-tail. Her inquisitive brown eyes darted around the room and she had a studied look of concentration as she took it all in. “Well, well, well” said Herstanz as he looked up from his loot to the new arrivals. “The city guard arrives at last and at least one of you had enough fore-sight to bring weapons. I must say that this is bitterly disappointing. Oh well, guess we’ll have to dispatch you quickly like the last lot.” “You're under arrest,” the muscle-bound guard said in a rough gravely voice. “You can either come with us the easy way or the hard way.” “That's it?” Herstanz laughed dryly. “All you have to say is that I am under arrest? No proclamation of my crimes, no man-catcher with which to prevent my escape. Even no manacles it appears, really you are a pretty poor excuse for a city guard.” The tall blond warrior with the braided hair rose up from the table and picked up a spiked mace. Gyzz immediately jumped up and drew his razor-sharp rapier. The barmaids and the innkeeper fled to the kitchen and the bard in the corner stopped playing mid-song. Marco cracked his knuckles, smoothed his black robe and rose to his full height to stand next to Herstanz. “Kill this lot and get ready to move on,” Herstanz commanded. “The red guards are like locusts, you kill three and another dozen come running. I have the key to our next destination, let’s be done with this place and perhaps when we return to this city it will provide more entertainment.” “Suit yourself,” the large guard grunted. “We’ll do it the hard way.” [/QUOTE]
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