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| Rylianis | Jan 5 2009, 05:43 AM Post #1 |
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People who are not accustomed to this life and his work would always be late, Rylianis reasoned as he gripped his pint. It’s not the mercenary boss, or the greedy head of the house, or the lone traveller who needs protection that’s going to sit and wonder what the hired help would prefer. He found himself in a desert, far away from anywhere he would call home – or even comfortable. As usual, he was waiting. He would spend half his life waiting, he imagined, just waiting and wasting way in taverns, in trees, covered in mud, underwater, under leaves, in smouldering calderas… it was all the same game of waiting, meeting, completing, receiving, leaving. He stood up, and looked from the window of the tavern into the great expanse which was the Hrakh Desert. Rylianis had no idea what kept the tavern from sinking into the sand, and didn’t really care, the place was ridiculous anyway. The sun was blazing hot over the entire desert, and with no shade and very few landmarks, travelling would leave one at risk of blindness from intense brightness of reflected light. Despite this, the tavern retained all its dark and seedy infamy. All forms of lower creatures crawled about in corners or tables, drinking, perhaps talking, or perhaps just staring at people. The animals here were barely intelligent by his standards, but they survived the desert well, and it would be useful if he kept an open mind to them – who knows whether this whole thing could go wrong and he would have to make his way back north. So what game am I playing today? I walked half a day into the damned desert to find this place, and my contact is late. Maybe it’s the wrong tavern in the middle of the desert. I must have mixed it up with the other signs of habitation I found on the way here, like rocks and cacti. Rylianis would get in a foul mood and become sarcastic in order to feel better about his predicaments – like an entertaining and cynical way of retelling his story. He reached into one of his inside pockets and picked out a note. The script was delicate but unkempt and rushed – as though she wished to be cordial, but as quickly as possible. It was not a long note, and it was written upon pretty and formal paper, which was a very uncharacteristic medium for his usual correspondence. He had come to expect scribbles and scrapes upon blackened and bloodied parchment, as tough and worn as its author. Perhaps then, this is fitting, to have a letter like this. I imagine my client will be young and important. Perhaps I should help them come to… like me? Maybe I should toy with their emotions a bit, see if I can’t get them to feel devoted to me. Yet another young follower would be useful. If not, then whatever. Babysitting – easy work. Bring them from here to her final destination without incident and in one piece. Bonus if I get her there within ten days. If she’s a good walker, we’ll get there in eight. So I wonder what she’s like? He realised that he had been drinking his beer whilst he was thinking – he had completely missed its taste. Rylianis was, in his heart, a free-thinking man, who devoted himself to the pleasure of experience so long as it was free and authentic. The ugly and deformed were an experience just like the beautiful and perfect; it was simply a matter of not thinking about suffering as a negative experience. Therefore, he was very upset that he had missed that experience of turgid, watered-down orc ale and therefore resolved to order another. Who knows, by the time that arrives, my client may show up. Or maybe I’ll just have to drink. |
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| Morrigan | Jan 5 2009, 06:30 AM Post #2 |
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Morrigan trudged along, listening to her current minder, Madame Pufae, ramble on. Well not really, infact Morrigan wasnt paying any attention at all, she was lost in her thought. Memories of the time she'd spent in the forest with an Anthro. She regretted leaving there now. Morrigan had been so eager to see other humans,to begin with it had been fun, but now it was becoming a drag. She'd needed looking after, still being new to this world, she didnt understand its rules or customs. Her beauty and naivety meant that she was never short of careers, all who wanted something different. Some wanted to gain her lovers, others the child theyd never had, but when she failed to give them what they wanted, she was passed onto the next guardian. No one knew that she was an angel, and if they had would they have believed it? The woman who was preparing to hand Morrigan over to Rlyianis was a rich old lady, who'd done her damndest trying to teach Morrigan etiquitte and society's rules and expectations, frustrated that Morrigan was going to conform and become a docile subbmissive lady, she'd arranged to have Morrigan transferred to a new career, she'd written a letter to Rylianis entrusting him to get her to the man Cederic Thurne. No one had told Morrigan what sort of man she'd be given to, no one probably wanted to frighten her, everyone knew exactly how he'd 'take care' of her. With a violent lustfull man like that, Morrigans angelic soul wouldnt last two minutes. Upon arrival, Rylianis was pointed out to her, and a hand thrust her towards him. The Madame addressed Rylianis sharply, "This is the girl Morrigan, make sure you get her to Cederic Thurne in one piece and you'll be paid in full upon arrival...she's your responsibility now" Then in a flurry of skirts and petticoats the little fat lady had left, leaving Morrigan alone. |
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| Rylianis | Jan 5 2009, 08:23 AM Post #3 |
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All my prayers have been answered! Rylianis did not come to this conclusion immediately, for he had another half-pint of his third beer to finish, and whilst he revelled in new experiences, the taste was getting a little much even for him. It was as though his thirst had been slaked and the liquid only served to corrode his insides. More of the ugly creature things (which he had decided looked like a mix between a halfling and a cockroach) stared at him, probably wondering what such an ill-suited animal would be doing in a place like theirs. On the other hand, Rylianis was wondering what such an ill-suited animal like a halfling-cockroach would be doing in a place like reality. At least, for now, it’s only bug-eyed curiosity. I hate waiting if it’s not interesting. Waiting in a swamp full of dangerous animals is fun. Waiting behind a curtain for the moment where the mistress undresses for the noble, that’s beautiful. Waiting in a turgid little desert tavern… the existence of which doesn’t even make any sense… for a girl who is over an hour late – this is not interesting. It’s not even amusing. It just smells of insect people. I’m leaving He polished off his orc “beer”, which in his foul mood would be compared to urine or fermented soy bean curd, and stood indignantly. With a few confident steps he had reached the door of the tavern, but had noticed something in the window beforehand. Two incoming. Human. Female… Rylianis squinted in disbelief, are those parasols? That must be them. This, for Rylianis, was a lesson in patience. He smirked, resumed his seat and waited for the door to open. He almost groaned openly when he saw a proper looking, rather anxious and fat woman burst into the room with an air of imperious belligerence. Is this what I’m going to have to put up with? I’m going to have to carry this woman if I want that bonus… Then he saw her, alone but somewhat less endangered than the last time. Obviously, the wolf thing had left her alive and suspiciously well – but that wasn’t his business, nor did he care to pollute his sense of wonder for the woman in front of him with the pangs of jealousy. A new man, no, a new child had been born in the heart of Rylianis with the sight of his quarry. His rampant sense of sexual idealism took over his mind, as he gazed into the eyes of the very same woman he had fallen madly into lust with whilst staying still in the Enchanted Forest. Of course, by now, he had quite forgotten all about her, and internally declared his devotion to at least five women since, one of them even consented to a conversation with him. This, however, was manna dew from heaven. He was determined to make this trip last a month, a year, forever if need be. But where were his manners? But where are my manners? The Stalker stood up from his seat, with a friendly smile but a weary demeanour, speaking hushed but sincere tones that emanated from a softer, more courteous voice than his usual gruff manner. I’ve been waiting for you for over an hour and I haven’t even introduced myself. I am The Stalker. I am the one that your lady guardian has hired to keep you safe on the journey, though that much might be obvious. You and I have a long way to travel, I hope you are up to it. He offered a coy half-smile, and chuckled softly. He hoped to impress trustworthiness, for he reasoned that that would be the key to her heart (or to her bed, whichever came first) if that wolf thing could so easily charm her. Even if, for some absurd reason, he could not manipulate her feelings, a sense of trust would be vital to the mission’s success. When I start these missions, it is usually with somebody far more afraid than you. They often have a good reason to be afraid – some of them are hunted. You, on the other hand, seem confident, if a little out-of-place. There are two ways that we can fix that. The first is if we sit down and talk about ourselves, or the second is if we start our journey immediately, and talk about ourselves. The Stalker bowed his head slightly, and looked at her with a sideways glance, I do not talk about myself much, it is neither important or helpful. In fact, it is quite counter-intuitive. On the other hand, I know something you don’t know. I know that we’ve met before, and I know where. The choice is yours, we can either start walking, and you can start talking about yourself, or we can stay here and chat. He grinned coyly at her, smiling inside with self-satisfaction. Like an angel walking amongst us – almost makes me feel dirty to look at her. |
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| Morrigan | Feb 8 2009, 09:48 AM Post #4 |
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Morrigan feigned interest. This man semed nice enough - but so had all her other careers. However rudeness wasnt generally part of her nature, so she listened politely. It pleased her that Rylianis had given her a few choices, most people tended to assume that they had the right to decide for her. Silently she seated herself across from her new companion. This place was so hot and dry, with strange customs that she could have sworn that hse'd never understand. Her heart was in the forest, the first home she'd had. Longing for a cooling wind, soft grasses, fragrent flowers and shady tree's, she sighed, her discontent obvious. Her eyes locked onto the man seated before her. "Lets talk" For some unknown reason, she liked this stranger, and seen as he'd only be with her until he delivered her to her new career, she decided that she might as well speak openly and honestly with him. "I dont want to go" the simple statement was blunt and true. "Ive heard bad things about Cederic Thurne...things that scare me, I dont want to go, Im not something that can be baught and sold at will, naive I may be - but one thing I have is my freedom - surely you mus have heard about him...what he does to people..to the women?" she shuddered, obviously unerved. With teary eyes, she leant across to him, her soft slender hands clasping his stronger ones, "Please..please dont make me go there..please? - Take me back to the forest - you've been there before, you must have seen as you spied on me...please just take me home" her voice wavered, and her expression was so like a childs, innocent and almost needy. Her heart was hammering whils she waited for his response, would he, could he protect her from the horrors that layed in store should he deliver her to Cederic, would he return her back to the forest. What ever his decidison , she knew that she'd accept, but it was at least worth a try. |
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| Rylianis | Mar 2 2009, 08:53 AM Post #5 |
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Beautiful women never make life easy for you. Oh Brave Sir Knight, please fetch this and that for me! Oh Brave Sir Knight, please help me evade my responsibilities! Oh Brave Sir Knight, please do all this on the vague and ultimately unfulfilled promise that I might let you between my legs! Oh Brave Sir Knight! Ugh. With a charming smile, he pretended to take the woman seriously. Rylianis normally wouldn't mind such a change of heart, if it were this woman who had offered him the contract. However, it was not, it was somebody else who held a large sum of money in lieu of his success, and so this woman's sentiments were a rather frustrating obstacle to this. So, Rylianis was at cross-purposes. On one hand, a bountiful reward was offered for transporting this meatbag from A to B, which was a rather simple task. On the other hand, said meatbag was actually a beautiful woman, who had the intention of being carried from A to C instead, where C was a location rather distant from B. Money, or adoration? Wealth, or doing the Good Thing? Why not compromise? Why not tell her exactly how it is, and how it's going to be? So, leaning in with a sigh as though he had bad news for the woman, he elucidated his position to the fine companion before him. It doesn't seem to be the case that you've heard what's said about me, m'dear, otherwise you wouldn't want me taking you from place to place either! He offered another, somewhat heartier chuckle, and continued with a gentle gesture of the hand, but you seem to trust me well enough. Now, I've got no idea how you know that I was hiding in that forest, but I'll have you know that I consider you two to be the ones who intruded on my privacy, and not the other way around. Still, another soft laugh. He would be known as a cheery and sociable man to his quarry, right up until he had to protect her from something. Then, she would know both sides of his persona and, as the trend seems to be, invariably fall in love. I honestly have no idea about this Thurne fellow, and it's not my policy to snoop on other people unless I mean to kill them or take something from them. I'm sorry m'dear, I'm a bit rough 'round the edges but you'll understand my character well enough by the end of this. He leaned back against his chair, and sipped his beer whilst staring at the beautiful thing before him with an unnatural coldness. After returning his drink to the table, he continued. What you have to understand right now is that when a gambling house knows that I've given my word to something, they don't accept bets on the matter no more. It's going to happen, one way or the other. Consider our current predicament, that I've given my word to somebody else that you're going to be moved from this location to another within a certain time period, and if this occurs within an earlier time period, I receive more money for the work. You are coming with me, whether you like it or not, conscious or not. I am a born expert in tracking, hunting and everything else that makes it impossible for a lass like you to evade me. After letting the point settle for an uncomfortable moment, he leaned in once again, this time, smiling. On the other hand, I do like you a lot. Women are a weakness of mine, and you're a most charming woman. Indeed, you do all but disarm me. So, I'm inclined to make a compromise with you. You see, my contract of keeping you safe and taking you to the required spot extend only to the point when you are in Cedric Thurne's custody. If you don't make life difficult for me, and we get to his location in time to receive that bonus, I will, in exchange, continue to keep you safe. This means that if the rumours about your friend are true, you won't have to worry about it for long. That's another thing I'm good at. To emphasise the point, Rylianis opened his robes just far enough to display a few well-placed spikes sewed into the fabric. I'm actually rather good at solving a myriad problems, and yours is just but one of those. In an enthusiastic burst of energy, Rylianis sat up straight and finished his pint, and spoke jovially and strong this time. What do you have to lose? If he's a good man, then you're safe. If he's a bad man, then you're protected. Only thing is that we might not end up in that forest, but maybe we can negotiate that another time. So. What say you? |
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| Morrigan | May 22 2009, 09:56 AM Post #6 |
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Hmm perhaps she wouldnt except his offer after all. Morrigan's expression of despair, gradually changed to a seething look of contempt. She glowered at him darkly. No she didnt want to co-operate, no she didnt want to be sold to a stranger whether Cedric was nice or not and she most certainly didnt want to live her life by anothers leave. She rose to her feet as if contemplating, whilst also raising the heavy tankard to her perfect cherry lips. Eurgh the stuff tasted awful, but oh well. Holding it steady in her hand, she looked right into her 'protectors' eyes. "Erm - how about ... NO!" no sooner than the words come out of her mouth, she had struck the side of his head with an almighty blow - even suprising her, at her own strength. It made an awful noise when it collided with his head, but that didnt matter, she was off. Swifter than a fox fleeing from the hounds. Morrigan could run unaturally fast ... for a human angel. Edited by Morrigan, May 23 2009, 12:43 AM.
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| Rylianis | May 23 2009, 02:14 AM Post #7 |
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She doesn't seem to be taking it very well... The look on her face moved quickly from despair to disgust, and now to pure loathing. The Stalker tended to dislike this part of the job, but what had to be done indeed had to be done, so he began to formulate a way to remove her against her will. It wasn't a hard process - just put her over his shoulder, and the whole situation can be fixed... The Stalker indeed thought this way for a while, but as his quarry rose to her feed, appeared to contemplate his position, then violently smashed her tankard against his face and then made a run for it, he began to reconsider his position. He had just managed to close his eyes and turn his face, so that it collided with its side, but the sound of breaking glass and the ringing in his ears was accompanied by a sharp pain against that side of his face that fell victim to the angel's wrath. He stumbled back into his seat and clutched his face, feeling trickles of blood issue forth from various cuts and scrapes. Turning an eye to the exit, he saw the girl rush out of the bar in a flash - along with his prospects of payment. Fury welled up inside him, and he smashed his fist onto the table, sending its contents spilling around him, and onto the floor. The fucking... I'm such an idiot, just sitting there whilst she spoon fed me that bullshit! I should have just knocked her out, tied her up and made her beg for food and water the whole way. Damnit Stalker! Get up and get her! He pushed himself up, still holding his bleeding face, and marched towards the door... then had a particularly vicious thought enter his head... I'm not really in any hurry, am I? She left all her belongings and supplies here, she's alone and directionless in a seemingly endless desert. Lets let her sweat it out for a while, see how far she gets. I'll still be able to follow her tracks within a few hours, so if she's not back by then, I can dangle a canteen of water in front of her face and she'll go wherever I want her to. Perfect. He turned back around, sat at the bar, and ordered another drink. The entire bar bar of insect creatures had been watching the altercation, and hadn't stopped staring at Rylianis since. He received his drink and turned to the one next to him. See something you like? It might have been the tone of his voice, the violence in his posture, or the blood that continued to run along his face in thick, red rivulets that caused the creature next to him to scuttle away in fear. Waiting. Again. Hm. |
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| Morrigan | May 23 2009, 02:30 AM Post #8 |
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Morrigan ran, past the bar, out the door and way past the many busy stalls. Only momentarily did she pause. Think, think .... how can I get out of here? She looked round in bewilderment, before making her way over to a man, handling some rather strange looking creatures - she'd never seen anything like them before. It had a humped back, and a long gangly neck, it's fur was the colour of sand. "Whats that?" she indicated to the beast. The trader looked at her like she was stupid before laughing and telling her that it was a camel .. and for a small fortune she could have one. Curses ... her bag was still with that deceptive, sneaking, liar, how she hated him at that particular moment. Now what was she going to do? Some men had bought two of the creatures, just as they passed her an idea struck. "Wait!" she called out to them, and to her relief they paused suprised, and watched her approach. "Please ... take me with you - my father will pay you greatly if you return me safely to him, he lives on the other side of the desert ... and I'd hardly be a burden to you" Morrigan smiled sweetly at him, she'd learnt off other women, how easily men could be persuaded. The muscled man, and his two companions, were more than happy to believe her lie, and he returned her smile with a cheery one of his own. Within minutes she was seated upon the animal, and had set off across the desert. Her companion had even been kind enough to give the trader a tip, so that he wouldnt let anyone know if she'd passed this way - apparently the trader was this man's cousin so he could be trusted. Morrigan didnt relax until the desert town was only a speck behind her, as she relaxed, she listened to the mens happy chatter. |
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| Rylianis | Jun 11 2009, 05:05 AM Post #9 |
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Congratulations! You now have a Charter from the Noble Prerogative to conduct business as a sanctioned merchant of the Ataxarchi City-State. We are always on the lookout for enterprising individuals to forge a name for themselves in the competitive mercantile markets of Ataxarch. Whether the motivation for success comes from greed, devotion, ignorance or gut-wrenching fear for your personal safety and the continued wellbeing of your loved ones, we welcome you! With a bit of his trademark, "cut-to-the-chase" business savvy, The Stalker had forged a deal with a humble desert trader. After an hour of waiting in the tavern, a rather comically located wooden structure in the middle of an endless desert, letting the wounds on his face bleed out into scabs, and keeping the locals afraid with menacing glances and violent gestures, he began to realise that something must have happened to the poor wretch. At any rate, he had neither the time nor patience to wait for the girl to begin to understand how bloody stupid she was. He had left the tavern and tracked the girl's footprints to... other footprints. Many, many footprints, and not all of them human. Damnit, how?! The chances of running into someone at this part of the desert are inconceivably small! The strangest luck must follow this woman - maybe she's favoured by the gods. This will make my life difficult. She is, however, pretty. Perhaps she is worth it. If I can get her to like being around me as much as I like being around her, maybe I won't need to knock her unconscious every single time I want to move her places. He followed these tracks to a certain point, where they diverged. It would appear that she had met a group of travellers, one group going in one direction, bringing camels and men with them, and another even larger group of camels accompanied by one man. Having been put in similar situations before, this appeared to be the work of some trader, or a wayward member of the group who had gone back to another place to restock. Whoever she had gone with, this individual would know - and his physical trail would not last forever. It was his decision to follow the trader, instead of the group, which led him to this point, where he offered a lucrative opportunity to the trader to conduct business in Ataxarch, if he would just reveal the intended destination of the travelling party which contained his quarry. The man initially began the conversation with stuttering and fumbling... well, as much stuttering as can be done when you have a lizard's tongue. It would appear that the humble trader really did have something to hide, and a good reason to hide it. When The Stalker discovered that the members of this party included family members, nothing could have overjoyed him more. When negotiating with strangers, he liked to play the role of an all-powerful god, whose favour is fickle in the circumstances. If the trader agreed to receive a substantial amount of money by becoming a bona fides merchant in the service of Ataxarch, and revealed the intended destination of his quarry's party, then he would live, and his relatives would be spared if possible. On the other hand, he could also reject this large sum of money and immeasurable prestige by not telling The Stalker, or by giving him false information. In this case, he would make an example of him the same way he makes examples of the few others who slight him, and it usually involved the retention of certain non-vital body parts. Eyes work swimmingly for this purpose. In the end, the trader was fairly enterprising in his own right, which was probably a result of his lizardman heritage, and whilst he ordinarily would not be so keen on selling out his relatives to this fairly powerful and dangerous man, something struck him as an intelligent man of business as much as he was a man of war, so he trusted The Stalker's judgment and skill. All you have to do is remember the password, and state it to no other than the secretary to the Vizier of Mercantile Affairs. Don't write it down, just remember it. Do whatever it takes to get an audience with the secretary - I believe in you. With that, he liberated one of the dromedaries from the trader's possession, and headed off in the direction of the city of Al-Quaddasim - hopefully in time to catch up with the errant woman and her newfound friends. |
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