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Derkethus stared daggers at the large orc that came before him. He wasn’t going to lie, this guy was honestly pretty intimidating. But, Derkethus would not back down if he got into a brawl. But when the Orc turned around the man sighed. Suddenly the Halfling came up to him and began to play with the card. Derkethus watched in wonder as he performed his card tricks, then looked at his own card when the tricks stopped. ”Well, that was impressive.” Derkethus said as he placed his own card in his pocket.
The man then walked across the room and rested himself against the wall. ”So, what are ya’lls stories. Why are you here?” Derkethus asked. He had seen the Orcs scars, and could not help but feel a tinge of pity for the man or thing or whatever Orcs where. Derkethus silently awaited the peoples answers, if they were going to actually give one that is.
Post by Hokori Kuchiki on Feb 23, 2013 16:35:05 GMT -5
William stared at one of the oddest assortment of people he had seen in a while. A half orc, a halfing, a priest, a mage it seemed and possibly a servant. Who had sent the card remained to be seen. But the priest weeded his way into the room trying to be as inconspicous as possible. He paid no one attention and did not speak out. It seemed that they were all here because they had all recieved a card of their own and the sender had yet to arrive. William sat next to the man playing the Lyre to listen to the music. It was tender and something that was somehow calming to him. He listened to the Halfling and the Half Orc talk. As well as the mage, it was interesting to see how this amount of people would interact or not interact until Gaedran appeared. William didn't have many stealth skills so he was now probably in sight of all three people and would be asked why he was here as well. The night so far did not look like a trap... but the night was young.
"You look like an extraordinary specimen, I look forward to breaking you."
Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on Feb 24, 2013 17:13:53 GMT -5
Before the five individuals could converse with each other more, the curtain that covered the doorway into the house would open, revealing an attractive middle-aged Varisian woman with long dark hair. She has the slightest hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and gives a genial nod as a greeting. "Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Zellara, and welcome to my home." The woman's voice was soothing, soft, with only the slightest hint of a Varisian accent.
The woman moved past each of you, and sat down at the table, motioning for you all to do the same. As you all sit, she pulls out a Harrow deck, shuffling it idly. The woman's skill with deck is obvious, since it seems to practically float across her hands, much like it did with the Halfling's card tricks a short while ago. "I would like to thank you all for coming, and for putting up with my unusual method of contacting you. I have reason to wish to remain hidden, you see - a terrible man would see great harm done to me if he knew that I was reaching out for help. This is a man that each of you already knows, for he has done something terrible to you as well. I speak of course of Gaedren Lamm, a man who's cruelty and capacity to destroy the lives of those he touches are matched only by his gift for avoiding reprisal.
As she began the next part of her talk, the hint of a smile faded from her face, and her eyes seemed to take on a sad look. "You see, a year ago, thieves stole my Harrow deck from me. It is important to me, an heirloom passed down though a dozen generations of my family, and my sole means of support. When the pickpockets stole it, my son, Eran, tracked them down. ... They were in the employ of Gaedren Lamm, and as a reward for finding them, he murdered my son." Tears formed in the woman's eyes before she quickly wiped them away. She exhaled slowly before continue, beginning to shuffle the Harrow deck quicker. "That monster sent me what was left of my son in a hatbox, with my Harrow deck inside it. He left a note saying that he had accepted my boy's life as payment for the return of my deck."
"I sought help from the Guard after this, but they turned me away. Said that they knew that Gaedren was a problem, and that they were doing the best they could to find him, but they couldn't do anything more for me. So I took things into my own hands. I asked around. I paid bribes. I consulted my Harrow deck for advice. And recently, after months of time and effort, I was rewarded. I found out where Gaedren dwells. He can be found in an old fishery north of here, at Wespier 17. He trains his abducted children to be pickpockets there, and counts his stolen treasures.
"And now, I need your help. I cannot hope to face this man on my own, and the Guard moves so slowly that if I were to go to them, Gaedren would surely know of their coming in advance. Even if they did arrest him, I wouldn't have any guarantee that he would be punished. This criminal has evaded the law for decades. But the five of you know of these frustrations as well, for word on the street is that he has wronged you as well. And so, here we are. I for one say that it is time to make Gaedren pay."
Post by Kyomei Kuchiki on Apr 13, 2013 12:24:24 GMT -5
The halfling listened to the woman's story intently, scowling at parts and being baffled at others. All the while playing with his Harrow card that he had been given. The Cricket... A noise-maker, an ignored background noise. It may have represented a journey, but the aspect of its animal was much more interesting to Olo. It was small, spread everywhere in the land, and was underestimated. Like him. He'd show them all that he was not to be looked down upon, to be ridiculed for his height. He'd take their magic used to inflict harm on him and give it back to them, show them what it meant to feel pain. "I'm with you. I'll lend my blade to this campaign against Gaedren."
1x Class 1 Spiritual Steel Staff 1x Class 1 Spiritual Steel Dagger/Scabbard
Post by Zieg Revolver on Apr 17, 2013 16:46:43 GMT -5
The half orc sat in silence as his eyes flicked towards the woman, who began explaining to them the entire meaning of this gathering. His free fist tightened at every mention of the bastard's name, the half orc's eyes gleaming with rage and bloodlust. Oh how he longed to face the man now, to tower over him, to see the fear in his eyes as he came face to face with that he had failed to kill and simply only made strong. The major point that he noted was the fact her child had been slaughtered by this man. Just another reason why this man had to be put down now, like a rabid dog. "If the blood of that wretch will be spilled, then I am in." Jamlamin grunted in agreement, cracking his neck from side to side before he leaned forward and rested both hands on the table, placing the card he had received onto it. Jamlamin wasn't afraid to face the one who tortured and attempted to break him alone, but it seemed like he was going to be apart of this party whatever he liked it or not. Even if he had to cooperate with old blood rivals, even if he had to be accompanied by half lings, he was going to do all that it took to squeeze the life out of Gaedran with his bare hands.
"Never underestimate your opponent; no matter how weak they way seem."
Post by Zeich Yajuu on Apr 19, 2013 0:06:33 GMT -5
Their host finally made an appearance, and Raek dropped his act; the woman would know that he was no servant, especially since she had sent him the card. Quietly he loaded his packed up his lyre, slinging it into a comfortable and protected position among his other belongings, and leaned carefully against the wall. All illusions of the quiet, background servant were broken as he stepped forward, though to the others he was just another Varisian like the woman who had gathered them all together. Raek’s eyes met Zellara’s, however, and there was a brief exchange of respect among them as individuals who were bound by the same thread that was Gaedran Lamm; through him, they both had lost someone dear to them.
“I, too, have lost someone to Gaedran, mistress.” Raek inclined his head slightly, crossing his arms as he spoke. “But I’m sure you know that already, as the very deck that your son paid for with his life brought us here.” Reaching into his sleeve, the bard pulled forth his own Harrow card, the Courtesan, and held it up. As a Varisian, he had plenty of experience and knowledge when it came to Harrow cards, and he understood the implications behind it. Twirling it slightly between his middle and index fingers, Raek gave a slight frown.
“I am slightly concerned, though; how do you know of each of us? Even as a fellow Varisian, I cannot accept such a simple answer. My tale is well-known, for I am a familiar face in the area, and many remember my loss. But as for the others…” Raek gestured towards the others gathered in the room. “The Halfling looks like any other foundling, and would be easily forgotten in the mix of faces. The priest may be known for his order, but I doubt that his face is highly known unless he’s a high-ranked member, which I doubt he is from what little I know of him. The trend continues.”
Raek leaned forward, frowning. “So… I simply doubt you’ve heard of us through simple word of mouth and tales. You must have done some digging. The question is, why?”
Derkethus quickly lifted his club when the half-orc got to his feet. At eight feet the halfling stood over him easily and was even fatter than Derkethus. The Shaonti gulped a little bit as he looked at the beast all the while feeling a burning hatred inside of him. But the orc stepped down but then muttered something in Orcish or whatever language it was. Derkethus was about to ask what it was he said when the orc muttered the name "Gaedran". Derkethus narrowed his eyes before seeing a new person come right up to him and begin to play with cards. Derkethus watched this in interest. He fell for the mans tricks easily and couldn't help but feel impressed when it was all over. "Well...that was....something else." Derkethus admitted bewildered at the fact one could be so nimble with the fingers. The Shaonti looked at everyone and decided to say "I...take it we are here for the same reason?" He asked everyone despite seeing the cards but he wanted to confirm it.