The road to Vrux.

[DarkMaster]

Ivar: you are slowly recovering from your injury, lying in a small bed inside the cart that is bringing you back to the capital. Would you be a bit more disciplined, with your talents you could be lying in a nice bed in the front car with the officers. They never offered you any promotion, they always said that you were too wild and unpredictable to lead mens to battle. So even with what you did at the border you are still a low ranked soldier. You still remembers the faces of all thoses barbarian that you killed protecting the entrance of the forteress, your unit was completly crushed but you hold them long enough for the reinforcement to prepare effectively their counter attack. A very few survived and you are among them, why were you spared?

As your mind wonders around all those unanswered question, an Kaptain approaches you. "Ivar, you are Ivar right?" Yes you answers

spoiler Ivar

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"I heard about what you did in the north and I have something to propose you. I read about your military records, you don't look like someone who fits very well in the military. I also read that you mastered the art of magic. I am currently recruiting for special ops troop and I need people that fit your profile." You look at his right arm and notice the black raven insigna. You remember your father telling you how crazy these guys were and how easily these guys were accepting impossible mission. You also know that your future in the military as everybody knows it is quite limited, that could be your chance.

 

[Rayex]

"I am quite able to speak now, actually. Things've been slow lately, and I am sure my aunt would not mind if I took a ever so small pause from my duties." The halfling replies with a friendly smile.
"Just wait here, and I'll bring your food." he finnishes, then motions to a nearby unocupied table.

Some minutes later Swee returns with a plate of food and two mugs of ale. "The ale is on me. My name is Swee Buttercomb." he extends his hand in a friendly fashion, with the never-leaving smile on his face.
"So, what is it you need my asistance for? I am myself quite new to the city but, I help you as much as I am able too." the halfling finnishes, then takes one of the mugs and seats himself at the table, facing the newcomer.

 

[Jarval]

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"I'm honoured that you'd think of me, Sir." Ivar shifts to a sitting position, wincing as he puts a slight weight on his wounded leg. "The officers at the front have made it quite clear I'm not promotion material, and I'd welcome a chance to be of some more use."

Ivar watches the Captain closely, unsure if he's said too much.

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[wysiwyg]

"Thank you Swee, Dion Athos", he replies with a firm warm handshake.
"I'm not new to the city, just this quarter. As it is however, I'm in need of a vocation to pay for myself. You mentioned that you were new to the city, but perhaps you have heard of someone searching for able men? This seems like the inn where such rumors be heard. I would greatly appreciate your assistance if you could spare it."

Dion sips his beer slowly. "This is really good. Made here?"

 

[DarkMaster]

Spoiler Jarval

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"Fine then, the empire needs men and woman like you. But this time your services will be required inside the wall of Axyr. The empire is very large and as you know we have many enemies. Some are obvious others are less. The enemy is crawling within our city wall. Our well trained soldier do their best to stop their activity, but some part of the outer city are harder to control. We need someone who thinks and act like them to infiltrate them. The enemy has many forms: Evil cleric brainwashing our young minds, telling them how evil and bad our justice system is, telling them that killing is an option to achieve their goal, forcing them to brake all the existing law. We also have narcotics, foreigner bringing their poison in our land to weaken the mind of our citizen. Enemy soldiers in disguise ready to give their life to kill our citizen by any means possible.

These enemies are smart and they usually see through our special ops troop. Special troops were not trained for these type of operation. I am currently building a new Black Raven unit that will specialise in handling those kinds of operation. We have no real experience and are counting on people like you to build our expertise and train future soldier. If you accept I will promote you to Krigstan, only problem you won't have any men for now. I will also make sure that you receive proper magical healing for your leg and civil clothings. We will drop you here and it will then be up to you to infiltrate the enemy organisations. Also if you accept never try to communicate with us, we will, when we feel the moment is appropriate" The captain looks at you with smile hoping that your answer will be positive

 

[Storminator]

IC: Mal rubs his temples. "The lessons give me a headache, Master Tuvak. And for the pain, I need to see better results. It all seems pointless."

Mal stands up and fishes a couple of gobelets from his pouch and lays them on the table. "I'm going out. I need a drink. I think I'll try the Swordfish tonight. I feel like spending money."

Mal tips his head to Master Tuvak and heads into the night. Once he checks the street for patrols he draws Remorse, his dagger, and reverses his grip so the blade is hidden by his forearm. He heads for the Swordfish.

PS

 

[Rayex]

"Nice to meet you Dion. So, you are looking for some action, are you? As for that, I am affraid I cannot help you. I myself am also looking for something more exciting than run around with an apron all day. Things are, as I mentioned, quite slow these days. If you would stay around for a while, something might come up, although I cannot promise anything." the young halfling finnishes with a shake of his head, then empties his mug of ale.
"Ah, yes, delicious it is! Where my aunt get it I do not know, however, she got plenty of it, and for that I am glad."

 

[DarkMaster]

Mal gets without any problem to the swordfish, the curfew is not yet started. You get in and take a seat on an empty place at the bar.

Dion and Swee you notice the strange men coming in. A big scar on his left eyebrow. Swee think to himself that a good meal would not hurt this men.

spoiler Dion:

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Dion as the warrior enters the room you notice two cloaked humanoid in the back of the Inn who seems to have spot the new commer and seem quite agitated by his entrance.

 

[Galethorn]

OOC: Sorry I was also late. I didn't notice anything in the RG...

Raising his eyebrows, Eolan thinks to himself for a moment, then nods.
"Sounds good. I think I'm about ready to dry out for a while. Oh, and maybe you should give the story of my death some...excitement? Me fighting off countless foes, but then being knocked overboard by a drunk wandering into the the battle?"

 

[DarkMaster]

OOC: Sorry I was also late. I didn't notice anything in the RG...

Raising his eyebrows, Eolan thinks to himself for a moment, then nods.
"Sounds good. I think I'm about ready to dry out for a while. Oh, and maybe you should give the story of my death some...excitement? Me fighting off countless foes, but then being knocked overboard by a drunk wandering into the the battle?"

The captain laugh and says "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?"