Histories of Allurand: The Keep of Kiirsahqoqeth

Inn

"You are welcome to try, honorable elder, but that would be a disruption of our planning and therefore detrimental to the whole quest." This time Alva kept her emotions in check, only sparing Hamish a disinterested glance. "But I'm certain some monsters will be intimidated by your intimidating display." Subtle sarcasm was apparently not a thing Shrieking Retributors were taught.

"Now let us go back to the discussion that is actually relevant." She looked over other people. "Does anyone here want to add something?"

Inn

Aya'netoe gazed out at the rest of the group, bickering among themselves, and shook his head. "Comrades please, bickering will get us nowhere. For now we very much should focus on the plan at hand, as our friend here said." The avian stated as he strut over to the map casually and leaned forward to look over it. "Hmmm... Seems simple enough. Underground it is? Must say, not to fond of going underground. At least underground that doesn't contain shiny treasure."

Stone Boar

Hamish sighed, there were far too many things wrong. One, a woman without a Lodbroch, not standing gaurd over her home. Second, she was given to a god that wasn't Johrn, World Smith and the Dwarvenfather. Blasphemy. Finally, at his comrade's behest, Hamish straightened his back and spoke.

"Hamish Powderbeard." He said, giving his name. "Now, if it's undergroond? Well, tha's a mite bit easyr. See, it's old, troo, ment to las' manny an world's endin' but we go from the insyd? We bring it down-Boom!" He made a gesture and chuckled. "Buryin' the treesure, 'ut we can doit if no oother option shows."

edited 10th Aug '17 12:06:58 AM by TroyandHawk

The Stone Boar.

Flexing the fingers in his fist which seemed to faintly flicker as if it were surrounded by burning cinders, Newr kept up the irritated glare.

"...Yes, exactly what she said. If you've must go on with your idiotic quarrels, get them over and done with NOW or AFTER we finish killing this scaled menace. I'm not dragging your carcasses out of harm's way if you two can't leave that petty crap aside on the battlefield and get yourselves killed or waste our 'Healer's' time. You want to fight or settle things without bringing down the place around us, arm-wrestle or something if strength is the only thing you two will agree on."

...At least the avian was agreeing with him as Newr got to his feet, cracked his neck and nodded in response to Alva's statement as he walked towards the door.

"...Not really. I'm going to try and see if 'someone' still hasn't set-up shop for the day and pick up some supplies, just in case some of us only signed up for this with only the clothes on their backs."

The Stone Boar

Flammas stood up from the table himself. "If you would like to settle your differences in glorious combat I believe I can stand in for a referee. But in the meantime, these two have the right of it." He said indicating Aya and Newr. "We have a job to do. Many of us have payments to collect from doing said job and we cannot afford to have the liability of squabbling fools if we wish to survive to see that pay."

He then turned and walked over to Suzu. "Earlier before I left I heard you talking as if you knew something of these monsters. Tell me, do the demons require water or the like to function? If so is there something poisonous to them?"

Corneron, The Stone Boar

Typical of many career soldiers, Bas did what he did best when faced with the types like the up-tight dwarf or the belligerent beastkin; he ignored them. Iron was a tough alloy, but tended to break under the most pressure. He merely smirked at Newr, as if he knew a truth that he didn't.

Hamish was a good sort. And the speckled beastkin, Cassian, was alright. The sewerjack sat straight and looked her square in the eye.

"It's simple. Any other day, I'd have joined the flood outta town when the dragon came flyin. But I was already low on cash when I got here and I am not sewerjacking in some new city. So here's my proposal; I'm joining the effort to get rid of the dragon. Got what gear I could, along with a few other things and that map." Bas tapped the sun-dried parchment. "I ain't askin' for a wage, but for my services, I want half my weight in dragon gold. If we figure out a way to kill it, then I want my full weight and equal shares to credit."

The Inn

"Now that is unacceptable." For a moment it seemed that Alva has found another matter to bicker with Bas, but it seems this one was meant to be a jest: the Shrieking Retributor was smirking. "You want your full weight in gold when it is certain we will kill the beast? Audacious, sellsword."

She watched Newr go with a nod. Couldn't stop him, and perhaps his judgment was not the worst all things considering.

Finis 2, 11235 of the Third Age, Corneron

Nineteen days remained before Kiirsahqoqeth's deadline, and the sun rose up with cosmic indifference to the plight of the city of twelve thousand. The path east to Fort Mons seemed clear going out of Corneron itself, and those who sought to oppose the red dragon would have to make the seventy-mile journey one way or another to reach his lair. If they needed transportation, they could buy mounts of their own and set out by themselves, or accompany the caravan of city soldiers who were to head out to replace the guards that Flammas spoke to last evening.

Assemble and get a move on, folks.

edited 16th Aug '17 2:28:45 PM by Insano

Finis 2, Morning.

As the first rays of sunlight shone over the horizon, Newr impatiently waited in the tavern part of the Inn as time slowly ticked by and some...people were probably starting to take their time waking up.

"...Whatever." The beastkin cracked his neck and knuckles before waking upstairs. "Alright, you lot. LOT. Whoever is STILL sleeping better DRAG THEIR SORRY ASSES DOWNSTAIRS. Unless you want to paying for the rest of your stay here until those of us who're aware we've got a friggin' job to do get back."

...It wasn't the most elegant wake-up call, but he wasn't in the mood for people wasting time when stuff needed to get done, along with handing out the supplies to those who had little more than the tattered clothes on their backs.

Corneron, The Stone Boar

"I know my worth," said Bas after a sip of ale. "And that's why I only asked for half if the wyrm proved to be a handful."

Finis 2, 11235 of the Third Age, Corneron, The Stone Boar

"I'd say 'good morning', but seeing you bright and early makes me reconsider it." Behind Newr came Bas, the sellsword. Rather than just his usual tunic and trousers, he looked ready for battle. With a heavy pack strapped up and a loaded armor tree resting on his shoulder, the mercenary had donned a worn-looking road duster along with his gauntlets and greaves. At his belt swung his hammer, a multi-purpose-looking tool capable of both utility and pain, and a wickedly-barbed throwing hook.

edited 26th Aug '17 1:04:11 AM by KR_Vandal

STONE BOAR MORNING

Hamish was downstairs, his cannon and axe resting on the table besides a mug of warm water and a pot of gruel. He was eating and smoking a pipe, poring over a map as he heard the mutt start barking for people to wake up.

He stroked his beard before taking a puff of the pipe. He didn't like that kid. "You know, its much more effective to blow something up-smidgen of powder and a match." He told Newr.

edited 24th Aug '17 11:54:35 PM by TroyandHawk

Morning

Aya woke up to the slightest sound of crackling electricity. Rising from his pillow and looking around, he brought his hand up to rub his sleepy eyes, only to be met by a shocking static bolt from his hand, which as it turns out seemed to be the source of crackling sound.

"Well that's quite odd."

Breakfast

"Greetings fellow dragon slayers, and a wonderful morning to you." The Bard said as he made his way through the inn and past the others that were awake. "Wonderful day for travel don't you think?"

Next Day

Alva was already up by the time Newr made his announcement, though she wasn't in her room. Instead, she had been procuring a sturdy pony for herself. Getting a good mount wasn't the easiest of tasks in a place like this, but the paladin of the Great Wheel was nothing if not resourceful.

As such, she settled for an ordinary donkey; an ornery bastard of a creature, but one that could walk long distances and remain calm even in face of danger. She let it rest in the stables before making her way inside for breakfast, already in full armor without a helmet. "May Great Wheel carry your wagon." She greeted the people present in the breakfast hall; that was how more militant adherents to the Great Wheel said "good morning". "What is the cause of the ruckus above?" She asked with a frown, likely meaning Newr's growling.

The Stone Boar, Morning.

Newr gave Bas a simple shrug of his shoulders. "Hmph. It'd be better if some of our 'comrades' had a better work ethic and weren't slowing us down by taking their time to get ready." The sharp-tongued man remarked as he cracked his knuckles and glanced over at Aya.

"...Weather's looking promising, yes. Provided that some of us actually bother to wake up...we should at least manage to travel quite some distance, assuming we're only going while we have daylight." Newr replied to the Avian, arms folded as the comments from those dwarves made him gave a slight scoff.

"Feh. I'm already pa- ...I'd rather not have to pay for repair costs for one of the few inns left in this place. The fact most of this place has burnt to the ground, not only would it be tactless and pointless, I'd rather not get people who're not involved caught in the crossfire." ...Was the curt, if biting retort thrown at Hamish as he glanced at Alva.

"...How should I know. If they're making noise upstairs, they're either wasting time doing stupid things, clumsily trying to don on their armor or otherwise proving their awake and forgetting that we want to be heading off SOON." ...He was on the ground floor and loud enough that his voice...managed to travel up the stairs.

STONE BOAR

Hamish chuckled, "Nosens! It's called a blanc! Ye fire it oop into the air-paper, can't kill a thin'! O' corse, if ye really wanna back yer mouth up? Ye take a good lil' knout an' ye beat 'eir back bloody!" He sat back, lighting his pipe as he turned to Alva. "Great Wheel eh? Haven' heard that in a while!" His tone was conversational if slightly condescending towards Newr.

Stone boar, morning

Suzu was asleep in the chair she had been sitting in the night before, it did not really even seem like the fox bothered to make her way to a room after all the drinking she had done the night before, instead she just kind of groaned when every one else began to file in awake and making noise.

Next Day

Andrea woke up early, she had always been one to rise early and bright, something instilled in her by her creator back at the forge. Course, it wasn't like her to sit around and do nothing while waiting on the others to wake up. So the forged woman had gone into town to look around, wanting to talk with the locals as much as she could, gather info they may have missed initially.

After that had been done, she returned to the inn to find only a handful of her companions had awakened. "Th' rest still sleepin'?" She asked as she scratched the back of her head. "Should prolly fix tha' before we get down t' it."