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Post by demonspain on Sept 27, 2009 0:10:16 GMT -6
Long grey traveling cloak swirling around him, Sciathán Arscáth, lifetime traveler and loner, walked into the Tavern that stood on the edge of the forest. Looking up against the sun, he could hardly see the name of the tavern. Shrugging in unconscerned lazyness he moved into the large inn. The inside was cool and damp, as the fires had not yet been lit for winter, but this suited Sciathán perfectly. He removed his hood and cloak, shaking out his long blond hair. He didn't look like a traveler, with his neatly manicured nails and lazy looking eyes. more like a noble who was wandering about aimlessly. A serving girl cautiously moved to take his heavy cloak, but he simply sent her a disarming smile. "Please, just a mug of something light please, miss. I'll be at the back table there." He moved on, and the blushing girl ran to do as she had been bid, a blush surrounding her cheeks. As he sat, Sciathán opened the soft leather sack at his side and gently shushed the calming aqua dragonette within. "Do not fuss dearest one," he said quietly to her curious stare, "I will get something for you as well"
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Post by Dawny Dragon on Sept 27, 2009 23:40:55 GMT -6
Jeff shuffles slowly inside the tavern, trying to get over the searing pain in his side. He got to the bar before the pain was too much. He slowly lowered himself onto a stool and sighed.
He looked up at the girl serving. "I'll have a beer," he mumbled. The girl smiled and giggled and handed him a cold one. She whispered into another server's ear and pointed at him and they both giggled. Ignoring it, he chugged down half the mug to ease the pain. He spotted a lonely man in the corner and eyed him with interest.
All of a sudden, the doors burst open and some people gasped in fear. Slowly turning around, Jeff spotted two soldiers entering. They made their way to the bar and stopped right by Jeff. The rebel sunk lower in his cloak, praying that they wouldn't notice him.
"We're here for your payment of taxes, and I'll have a mug of the best stuff you got," the taller one said. He ran his eyes over the girl and winked. "Excluding you," he added slyly. The girl giggled and handed him a mug and a wad of money. He grabbed it and stuffed the money in a sack.
"Hey, Ian. I'm gonna go grab our usual spots," the tall knight said once he got his mug. He smugly walked over to the corner. When he saw the man that was already there he glared down at him.
"That," he started coldly, "is our table. I order you to depart from it immediately."
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Post by martinthewarrior on Sept 29, 2009 19:42:29 GMT -6
Martin entered the Tavern, after having backed the wagon and the ranger most of the way into the woods behind the tavern and covered it with branches to conceal what remained visible, and immediately spotted the trouble at the far end of the tavern.
Looking for Jeff, Martin signaled him to wait and let him take care of the 2 guards that had both gathered at the back table.
but before Martin could bring either his gun into play or take a step closer to be able to use his sword, the stranger spoke.
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Post by demonspain on Sept 30, 2009 20:45:53 GMT -6
Sciathán looked up through his lashes, unimpressed. There were only three kinds of people in this world people who gave orders, people who took orders and people who ignored orders..He was one of the latter. "There was no sign, nor any kind of reason to think as such...I'm a freelancer. No rules of any kings apply to me." Although his voice was deep and calm, he signaled Saoirse, the dragoness, from under the table and back into her soft leather pouch, worried about a quick getaway, or even worse, the curiousaity of this, obviously dangerous, man.
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Post by Dawny Dragon on Sept 30, 2009 23:12:56 GMT -6
"You are in Gister lands, therefore you live under the King's laws," the tall one seemed to growl as he leaned on the table and glared down at Scathian. "Move, and you will get away with your life." He stood up straight. "I'm waiting," he said as he brought out his sword and pointed it at Scathian.
He was oddly calm as he faced the freelancer. He would have usually blown up by now and sliced the man's head off without a second thought, but he didn't.
He eyed the man up and down, looking for anything of value. "Ian, check that leather pouch," he commanded. "There might be some money for us to keep and not for the king to know about." If the king knew there was some money they had 'found', he would have ordered them to give it to him immediately. This little sack was going to be there's.
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Post by demonspain on Oct 7, 2009 14:02:58 GMT -6
"Only if you call this living.." he said pushing the sword away from his throat. With a sigh, he got up and pushed away the other man's hand from his pack and swept himself up and moved past the two guards, but not before a final word. "If i were one of the kings spys, you'd have just sealed both your death sentances with that".
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Post by Dawny Dragon on Oct 7, 2009 22:21:06 GMT -6
The tall knight stiffened and narrowed his eyes. "Let him go, Ian," he said angrily. "I just wanna get drunk right now."
Jeff saw this exchange happen from across the bar. He glanced at Martin and got up from the bar. He shuffled towards the man.
"Hey, you never paid your fee," the server girl complained as he left. Jeff grimaced and turned around slowly. Might as well use my charm, he thought with a smirk. Knowing what Sam liked, he smiled his crooked grin and winked. "I'm sure a pretty girl like you will understand," he said slyly, not even understanding what he was saying himself. He turned back around quickly. He hated lying and flirting, but it was for the sake of the Rebellion.
"Come on Martin," he said. "We gotta talk to that man."
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Post by martinthewarrior on Oct 8, 2009 10:52:23 GMT -6
right, r u ok?
Martin asked Jeff as he noticed the other man wincing as they left the tavern.
there he goes, same direction as we're headed, exelent! i'll get the Ranger and the wagon u wait here and keep an eye on him
Martin sais spotting Sciathán walking away from the tavern. Martin runs to the concealed Ranger and removes the Camoflage covering and the branches from it. After dumping the camo. covering in the back of the ranger, thinking to put it away later when he had time, and starting it up,Martin drives around to the front of the tavern.
come on, we gotta catch him
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Post by Dawny Dragon on Oct 11, 2009 21:40:33 GMT -6
Jeff climbed inside as fast as he could without severely damaging anything. He kept a steady eye on the man, but he was about to disappear behind a cluster of trees. "Go, go, go," he muttered to Martin.
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Post by martinthewarrior on Oct 11, 2009 22:04:12 GMT -6
Martin stepped on the gas pedal and the ranger leaped forward and pulled the wagon along.
Almost immediately Martin and Jeff were alongside Sciathán.
Get in! We need to talk to you!
Martin yelled to Sciathán over the humming of the engine.
edited by Dawny
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Post by demonspain on Oct 11, 2009 22:50:49 GMT -6
Sciathans eyes opened wide as a huge metal...thing! appeared with a roar beside him. "what in the name of the seven hells...?" He hesitated and shouted back, "How can i trust you?"
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Post by Dawny Dragon on Oct 11, 2009 22:55:00 GMT -6
Jeff bit his lower lip and leaned in. "Ok, listen up, cause I'm only gonna say this once." He told a summarized version of what was happening and finished with Jeff showing his distorted rib and pointing towards the tavern far behind now.
"Is that enough?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.
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Post by martinthewarrior on Oct 11, 2009 23:02:31 GMT -6
come on u gotta choose, man. i want to get moving 'cuz this meat won't keep forever and we got a long way to go still
Martin said jabbing his thumb back over his shoulder at the covered wagon and gunned the engine a few times, indicating his wanting to get going
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Post by demonspain on Oct 11, 2009 23:19:00 GMT -6
Curiosity arosed by the large loud mass and the two colourfull characters, Sciathán jumped into the back seat and landed comfortably on the soft leather. Hmm. if it weren't so noisy, it would be quite comfortable... He thought. "So, where are you fellahs headed?" He called, pitching his voice to the other two. In the mean time, he rearranged his side pack to keep Saoirse hidden but uncrushed.
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Post by Dawny Dragon on Oct 11, 2009 23:22:50 GMT -6
Jeff turned around to face him. "The rebellion," he said. "I've got a couple of friends done there that can... get us in." He said the last statement with a slight smirk on his face.
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