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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5720332" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p><strong>Mount Laeron, Balic</strong></p><p></p><p>Harding took a deep drought and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Sarik rolled his crude bone dice in the dirt and cursed as Harding swept up Sarik's copper chits from the dust. The half-giant dug around in his purse and dropped another few chits between himself and Harding. "You winnit again an' Sarik thinks he's gonna make some new bone dice."</p><p></p><p>Harding grinned back, wiggling his fingers at the half-giant. "Keep rollin' like yer rollin' and I'll own your spear and knife an' you'll have nothin' left to take 'em with."</p><p></p><p>It was Sarik's turn to flash a cruel grin. "I don' need a knife to take your fingers, runt."</p><p></p><p>A comeback stalled on Harding's lips as he noticed the cloaked figures hiking their way up the dusty path towards the dusty, windy peak behind the post where Sarik and Harding sat.</p><p></p><p>"Look at that," Harding said with a gesture. The half-giant glanced up too, frowning.</p><p></p><p>They stood, passing the broy bottle back and forth one more time before the three figures reached them.</p><p></p><p>"Halt, Mount Laeron is forbidden," Harding said, posing with his feet wide, his spear planted against the side of his boot, his palm out to the figures. It was his favorite part of being a Legionnaire - he might have the worst post in the Legions, but he could still look like one on the rare occasion that someone tried to get up to the ruins.</p><p></p><p>"Ah, it is?" one of the strangely bulky cowled figures said. "We are foreigners here and really wanted to visit the famous mountain. Is there no way you could be persuaded otherwise?"</p><p></p><p>Harding stared stupidly for a moment, then glanced at Sarik. A slow grin was spreading on the half-giant's face but for some reason it repulsed Harding. He turned and stood up straight. <em>I may be a screw-up and have the worst post in the city, but I'm still a Legionnaire, dammit!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em>"Bribing a Praetor is punishable by death!" he said, feeling a strange straightening in his backbone that he'd never felt before.</p><p></p><p>To his surprise, he saw a smile twitch at the cowled figure's mouth before the man pulled his hood back. He was a young man with black hair and Harding gripped his spear tighter as he saw a bit of thick carapace breastplate rising out of the neck of his cowl.</p><p></p><p>The man must have seen Harding's reaction, his hands coming up. "Peace, Legionnaire, let us make a deal - if you don't report my misconduct, I won't report yours."</p><p></p><p>Harding stared as he heard Sarik snort behind him. "Who this one think he is?"</p><p></p><p>Sarik stepped up beside Harding, hefting the huge spear he carried.</p><p></p><p>Still smiling, the young man pulled off his cloak, the huge man beside him doing the same to reveal a mul in heavy armor and the robe of a...</p><p></p><p><em>Praetor</em>, Harding's stunned mind churned trying to keep up with what was going on. Sarik deflated beside him, seeming to shrink as the Praetors stood before them.</p><p></p><p>"As I said before, we won't report what went on here if you don't," the human Praetor said. "All we want to know is if anyone came through here before us."</p><p></p><p>Harding stammered and glanced back at the broy bottle sitting beside his dice. When he turned back, he pointed back towards the city. "There was a half-giant that came up here before. He was dressed in heavy armor, had two giant spiked shells stuck to his arms, and kept saying he knew how to get into the tombs. I told him to get lost."</p><p></p><p>The Praetor turned nodded back at the third man. The still-cowled figure nodded back and headed back down the mountain in the direction Harding had indicated.</p><p></p><p>"You're sure there's no one else who came through or tried to come through here in the last few days?" the young Praetor said as he turned back. He pause for a moment. "No? Very well, let our companion and that half-giant follow us if they arrive."</p><p></p><p>He and the mul pushed between Harding and Sarik, making their way up the mountain. Harding was just taking his first breath of relief when the Praetor turned. "I may forgive and forget this time, but if I come back and find you still drinking and gambling on duty, I won't bother with Legion corporal punishment."</p><p></p><p>With that he turned and walked away, leaving Harding and Sarik staring at their backs until they disappeared into the early-morning sandstorm blowing in off the Estuary of Silt.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5720332, member: 60965"] [B]Mount Laeron, Balic[/B] Harding took a deep drought and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Sarik rolled his crude bone dice in the dirt and cursed as Harding swept up Sarik's copper chits from the dust. The half-giant dug around in his purse and dropped another few chits between himself and Harding. "You winnit again an' Sarik thinks he's gonna make some new bone dice." Harding grinned back, wiggling his fingers at the half-giant. "Keep rollin' like yer rollin' and I'll own your spear and knife an' you'll have nothin' left to take 'em with." It was Sarik's turn to flash a cruel grin. "I don' need a knife to take your fingers, runt." A comeback stalled on Harding's lips as he noticed the cloaked figures hiking their way up the dusty path towards the dusty, windy peak behind the post where Sarik and Harding sat. "Look at that," Harding said with a gesture. The half-giant glanced up too, frowning. They stood, passing the broy bottle back and forth one more time before the three figures reached them. "Halt, Mount Laeron is forbidden," Harding said, posing with his feet wide, his spear planted against the side of his boot, his palm out to the figures. It was his favorite part of being a Legionnaire - he might have the worst post in the Legions, but he could still look like one on the rare occasion that someone tried to get up to the ruins. "Ah, it is?" one of the strangely bulky cowled figures said. "We are foreigners here and really wanted to visit the famous mountain. Is there no way you could be persuaded otherwise?" Harding stared stupidly for a moment, then glanced at Sarik. A slow grin was spreading on the half-giant's face but for some reason it repulsed Harding. He turned and stood up straight. [I]I may be a screw-up and have the worst post in the city, but I'm still a Legionnaire, dammit! [/I]"Bribing a Praetor is punishable by death!" he said, feeling a strange straightening in his backbone that he'd never felt before. To his surprise, he saw a smile twitch at the cowled figure's mouth before the man pulled his hood back. He was a young man with black hair and Harding gripped his spear tighter as he saw a bit of thick carapace breastplate rising out of the neck of his cowl. The man must have seen Harding's reaction, his hands coming up. "Peace, Legionnaire, let us make a deal - if you don't report my misconduct, I won't report yours." Harding stared as he heard Sarik snort behind him. "Who this one think he is?" Sarik stepped up beside Harding, hefting the huge spear he carried. Still smiling, the young man pulled off his cloak, the huge man beside him doing the same to reveal a mul in heavy armor and the robe of a... [I]Praetor[/I], Harding's stunned mind churned trying to keep up with what was going on. Sarik deflated beside him, seeming to shrink as the Praetors stood before them. "As I said before, we won't report what went on here if you don't," the human Praetor said. "All we want to know is if anyone came through here before us." Harding stammered and glanced back at the broy bottle sitting beside his dice. When he turned back, he pointed back towards the city. "There was a half-giant that came up here before. He was dressed in heavy armor, had two giant spiked shells stuck to his arms, and kept saying he knew how to get into the tombs. I told him to get lost." The Praetor turned nodded back at the third man. The still-cowled figure nodded back and headed back down the mountain in the direction Harding had indicated. "You're sure there's no one else who came through or tried to come through here in the last few days?" the young Praetor said as he turned back. He pause for a moment. "No? Very well, let our companion and that half-giant follow us if they arrive." He and the mul pushed between Harding and Sarik, making their way up the mountain. Harding was just taking his first breath of relief when the Praetor turned. "I may forgive and forget this time, but if I come back and find you still drinking and gambling on duty, I won't bother with Legion corporal punishment." With that he turned and walked away, leaving Harding and Sarik staring at their backs until they disappeared into the early-morning sandstorm blowing in off the Estuary of Silt. [/QUOTE]
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