The road to Vrux.

[DarkMaster]

Swee, Dion and Mal:
More and more people are getting in as we approach the curfew. Maybe tonight things will be a bit more interesting.

 

[wysiwyg]

OOC: Dion to Swee: "Perhaps you could ask the gentleman who just walked in to sit at my table. This place seems like it's filling up. Tell him he can sit here or enjoy the company of those two (pointing to the humaniods) instead."

 

[DarkMaster]

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OCC I use the term humanoid here because you cannot distinguish their features under their cloak

 

[Galethorn]

"Then so be it, You fought like a dragon were thrown overboard, Good luck Eolan if our paths don't ever crossed again. But tonight were going to have fun. Half of the sailor will go to the brothel and the other half will go Sleeping Swordfish, do you want to come with us?"

I'm up for a drink.

 

[DarkMaster]

I'm up for a drink.

A few minutes later you get out of the boat with the captain and a part of the crew. You are very anxious to visit and see all the splendor of Axir. You heard so many great things about it. But the more you walk along the street and the more you realise how poor the people seems and how bad the buildings are. Most people look sick and not well fed. You don't remember seeing a single city in Mergovia that was so bad.

The captain seeing your reaction "Not very impressive, I know. The northern part of the city is the worst, most guards are scarred of doing their patrol here. That is why they put the port here, this part of the city act as a buffer for the immigrant and the unwanted. To access the other parts of the city you need to have certain rights and permissions, that none of us have. But you will see the Sleeping Swordfish is a very decent place, maybe the only one in this part of the city. We will have to hurry up before the curfew."

You walk for another few hundred feets and get in front of the massive Inn, you all enter.

Swee, Dion and Mel: You notice a large group of sailor entering the Inn.

 

[Jarval]

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"I'll not let you down Sir!" Ivar salutes smartly, his head spinning at the sudden promotion.

"Where do I get my clothes and my leg seen to, though? I'd rather get it all sorted now, before I'm supposed to go out of contact."

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(OoC: Sorry about the delay, I've been feeling a bit off-colour and didn't get the chance to post yesterday.)

 

[DarkMaster]

OOC: Is it because of the Euro , because today I also don't feel too good

 

[DarkMaster]

"Fine then, wait I will be back soon" says the Kaptain.

He comes back a few minute later with a combat medic. The man seems to be around 40 and bears the scars of many combats.
"Krigstan Von, this gentlemen here do not belong with us anymore, Please make sure that he his properly healed and ask him to lend you back his uniform"

The Krigstan applies his hand on your leg and suddenly you feel a strange sensation in your leg. It is burning, freezing and tickling all at the same time. The Krigstan seems quite surprised usually only officer are allowed to receive healing magic. He then ask you to give him your uniform back and the captain provides you with civilian cloths. You are then gently walked away from the convoy.

Still not realising what is just happening you look at the convoy heading towards the capital. You see the tall spires of Axyr a few miles ahead of you, the sun slowly going down on the city. You wonder what's going to happen with you, alone in the middle of the wood with cheap and dirty clothes on, your chain shirt, sword and horse for only allied.

OCC we will assume that it happened a bit earlier then the others.

 

[Jarval]

Scratching at the itchy shirt he's just pulled on, Ivar starts walking towards Axyr, glad to have the use of his leg back.

Hmm, a few years since I've been to the city. I wonder it it's changed much? He thinks cheerfully.

OOC: Is it because of the Euro , because today I also don't feel too good

(OoC: This time it's actually genuine illness, although I you heard some of my friends talking on Thursday, you'd think there was some strange football related pandemic sweeping England... )

 

[Galethorn]

Eolan looks around the inn for a suitable spot to sit. When he finds an empty table, he taps the captain on the shoulder and points towards it.

"That looks like a good spot to sit."