An Ordinary Oddball
After a long silence, Fenris was the first to speak up.
"So," he began, rumbling with a slight backwoods accent. "We really goin'a go do it, eh?"
"A lil' lady wid'a quarterstaff who can really get 'round quick 'n leave ya wid th' wool pulled over ya eyes, some sorta magic fella from the looks 'a ya, and a clown who nevertheless got knives and the skills ta use 'em. Not bad," said Fenris, with a slight grin. "And then there's me."
"A great big lumbering not-so-fat-as-muscular dobber wid an axe and bardic training, and also issues wid coinage." The axe shifted as Fenris readjusted his grip, with it being slung casually over his shoulder and all.
"We got our work cut out for us, innit so?"
Edited by JumpingFruit on Oct 15th 2019 at 1:46:37 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
AKA Nixer
Silos Salvarim – Meeting Room
Despite her usual flippancy, Silos couldn't help but nod grimly in a brief moment of severity to the Head Seeker's words, primarily because the ‘family’ remark was one she didn't take at all lightly in this day and age. But once he had fully left the room she twirled her staff in her right hand and struck it down pointedly with a smirk towards her colleagues—her eyes trailing across each of them as she mentally measured them up to herself.
“We'll see. There's strange power in the underwhelming,” she eventually spoke, smirk widening slightly into a small grin as she turned to Fenris in reply. “Big things come in small packages. I should know. And coinage is never an issue with me, I'll assure you.”
He certainly looks like he'd be good with an axe.
“Hark, the only one without an alliterative name. Nice staff. Fancy. Shiny, too. Must've cost some coin,” she praised, turning her attention to Leon this time as she eyed his weapon. “But is it efficient? You might attract unwanted attention. Keep your eyes shifting and your grip tight on that. Somebody might steal it.”
bork
Leon Richler
The head Seeker spoke severely, and with justification. The world got darker and darker every day it seemed, and the nobility was content as long as their debauchery and hedonism was allowed to continue...even as others seized benefit from this. He remained quiet vocally as he tagged along with the others, following behind Fenris and Silos...at least initially.
He said in a bittersweet tone, "Friends..."
Leon Richler stood in a room full of corpses, each one grinning a blissed out smile, as if they had died with those rictus grins. He wanted to cry, but he knew his father was here and there, now and then. He shook and marched on, hearing the whispers in his ears as surely as he would ever remember that.
"Family..."
Leon stood fifteen feet from an altar as the frantic shadows danced across the room in a ballad of damnation, the light they conjured was false. And his father stood before him, shadowed by ebony wings. "You want..." His face was being forced to look at the altar. "...to see her. Hear her voice again...then you need to do something for me."
"And Faith."
Leon marched through what had once been a bandit ambush toward his destination. Each bandit only moving due to the remaining sparks of lightning arcing through torched flesh. The ringing of the bell issued. And Leon was on his way. "No...no, my dear sister, I possess no doubts."
"That...is another of my personal credos."
Leon breathed and then looked at Fenris and Silos, shaking himself out of his reverie. "...That we do. We have the great undertaking before us, and we MUST complete it, or all that is sacred and good to us will be excommunicated and defiled."
He spoke slowly, but was definitively determined.
Surrounded by weirdoes
Loran
Loran stopped paying attention and started pulling on a handstand.
"When everything begins" Loran said "We shall know who shall pay for their sins"
It wasn't much of a comment, but he felt the need to raise the mood a bit. If nothing else, it helped him focus.
With a huff he went back to his feet, and went to lean against the nearest wall.
"A show cannot start without the stars, after all"
Wake me up at your own risk.
As the four and many others besides raised their voices and cast themselves for the mission the elder Seeker gave a nod. "Indeed, Fenris Fenborn, Silos Salvarim, Leon Richler, and Loran Lupin. Your dedication and words ring true above all else. Step forward without fear," the others who had put their offers forward stepped down, allowing the four to move forward without delay. Once they stood before the older man he pulled down his own hood, revealing a wizened face with dull and milky eyes. Most Seekers didn't make it to old age either out of madness or damage done to themselves, so there was little doubt the man before them was the Head Seeker of the Muketeers, Louen Malfield. "Within the hour we shall have supplies ready for your journey, but before that," he closed his eyes and held a hand up.
"As you go forward into the darkness of the world remember that your family here will always be behind you. Follow the code, keep to your training, and know that even the darkest days will still have a dawn. May the Creator bless you, and the Saint's watch over you." there was no magic behind his words, but they carried an air of authority regardless. "Take this time to talk with your fellows, you will soon be in the thick of the world with only each other to keep you safe." with that much said he pulled his hood over his head and turned staff clicking as the meeting area was slowly emptied for those remaining to return to their duties in maintaining the headquarters and preparing supplies for their road ahead.