Fendrel
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Post by Fendrel on Mar 5, 2015 11:24:06 GMT -7
Forcing out a smile, Fen grabs the supplies. He wanted to say something, but opted to stay silent instead. In all honestly, he just wanted to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible. Without hesitation, he exits the tavern, looking to grab his horse and leave.
[Exit Fendrel]
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Post by The Merchant on Apr 18, 2015 18:12:44 GMT -7
[Enter The Merchant]
The hooded man enters the Inn. He takes a seat at the bar, sighing as he sets his backpack next to him.
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Post by The Legion on Apr 18, 2015 18:37:43 GMT -7
The Legion Encampment: Gusto, was located nearby Stoneville, so often Legionaries would come here to get drunk, steal off cattle to eat, and spend the night with a woman -- or a man (Rumors have been spreading around saying that legionaries have been mounting each other more than they do their slaves). It seemed like two lower ranking soldiers; Miles, both wearing light armor and armed with machetes at their sides, were harassing one of the young women in the inn. They were obviously drunk, and nobody dared help the poor girl.
At the other end of the inn, playing a flute, was a Triarii: A veteran soldier, wearing hardly any armor at all, and covered in scars. He had a wooden staff with him and looked more vicious than some of the sell-swords in the room. He played a Legion-Song called 'To whip the singing Slave'.
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npc2
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Post by npc2 on Apr 18, 2015 18:42:56 GMT -7
The young woman being harassed sobs as the two soldiers surround her. One of the steel-plated sellwords walks out with a queasy look on his face, however those that remained seemed to ignore or not care about what was happening.
An old woman walks overt to The Merchant with a bitter look on her face.
"What do you want?" She asks him, asking for his order of food/drink.
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Post by The Merchant on Apr 18, 2015 20:34:47 GMT -7
"Whiskey, my fine lady." He glaces at the Legionaries, cringing at their treatment of the woman. As much as he'd want to help her, going against trained soldiers (especially Legionaries in their own country) would be a horrible idea.
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Post by The Legion on Apr 18, 2015 21:00:50 GMT -7
The legionaries continue to harassing the young girl, eventually things got out of hand and the girl smacked one of the Miles. Her smack was followed by a scream as the Miles took his machete out and buried it into her neck. The other one laughed as he took a sip of ale.
That seemed to be the last straw, however, as a sellsword drew his longsword and slashed it right into the laughing Miles's chest. The Miles let out a sharp yell and the Triarii stood up. He got his staff out and the living Miles attacked the sellsword. The other 3 sellswords drew their weapons and charged.
Next thing you know a fight is breaking out and the old woman is throwing beer-mugs at the legionaries (who seem to be winning, surprisingly).
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Post by The Merchant on Apr 18, 2015 21:08:10 GMT -7
"By the Eclipse..." The Merchant facepalms at the savages and turns away from the fight.
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Post by The Legion on Apr 18, 2015 21:19:31 GMT -7
The fight was loud and brutal. It brought in another Miles soldier from outside and a heavily armored Decanus: The leader of this small group. He wore heavy plate armor with red & purple feathers on his helmet and had two shortswords.
Within a few minutes the battle ended; the legion had drenched the inn with a new coat of red and bodies. Only the injured Triarii and the Decanus were there breathing, aside from The Merchant, the old woman, and a few other bi-standards.
The two Legionaries dragged the dead out.
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npc2
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Post by npc2 on Apr 18, 2015 21:21:52 GMT -7
The old woman sighed a painful sigh and looked to those who didn't fight. They bowed their heads and helped clean up the gory mess that was her inn.
She pours a whiskey and hands it to The Merchant.
"Did you say 'Eclipse', stranger?" The old woman asks curiously.
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Post by The Merchant on Apr 18, 2015 21:32:29 GMT -7
He pulls his scarf down slightly and takes a sip of his drink. "I did."
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Post by npc2 on Apr 18, 2015 21:51:16 GMT -7
"You better watch your night-loving tongue there, little lad." A nearby bi-standard warns, mopping up some blood.
"I could get a pretty Cryt for turning you in if I wanted to, you know." The old woman says, keeping her almost violently bitter expression.
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Post by The Merchant on Apr 21, 2015 17:36:27 GMT -7
"Night-loving? No, no, you are mistaken." He takes a sip. "I shouldn't be surprised, The Eclipse isn't commonly known." The Merchant clears his throat. "The Eclipse is a sight not many have seen, you have to be standing just right to see. It's located near the border where all three countries meet. As you would imagine, it's an eclipse, and many of my...associates...have taken to start a Religion based from it. I'm sure I have a copy of a tome Walther wrote about it..." He bends over and digs through his bag, pulling out a few books and setting them on the counter.
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