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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 0:53:59 GMT -4
"Name is Fallsworth. Henri."
"Heading to Marignon. Stocking up on supplies there."
"Wearing a long, leather coat. A funny hat I don't know the name of. Just a human, combed, short hair, and blue eyes as cold as ice. Black hair, skin tanned like wood. Some small stubble here and there. I'm somewhat on the slim side, but I'm quite tall. Other than all that, nothing too abnormal."
"Hired mercenary. I do not belong to one kingdom. My loyalties lie within money. Don't have a lot of people I'm close to."
"Carrying my three trusty Ivory blades, some money, my contract, and some water in a bottle."
You two finish exchanging words and bid each other adieu. After awhile of walking, the old man is no longer in your sight. An interesting stop on your way to Marignon, likely to be a fun story to with which to entertain the drunkards at the San Sulva tavern. Things seem to be going well until a few days journey leads you a shithole of a town where the glorious city of San Sulva was supposed to be located. It seems wherever you got your directions from, they were quite wrong
A peasant farmer notices your approach, and runs at you ecstatically, dropping all his work to greet you.
"Wel'ome ta Mardri, home a rape ally!"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 8:50:47 GMT -4
Henri covers his knives.
"This isn't Marignon...who are you, and what happened to this place?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 9:29:54 GMT -4
"Not Marignon? Not Marignon!" The peasant seems quite angry at this remark "Boy, rape ally is 'e best Marignon 'as ta offer! But oooooh no, I bets you was headin' to San Sulva! San Sulva didn't do nothin' for us poor men workin' in 'es shitty colonies, maken' em the gold they sleep on at night!"
The peasant finishes shouting, for now it seems, and points north east. "Follow tha ocean til ya see tha ships, 'en you'll be at yer precious San Sulva. Now get outta me face!"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 9:40:49 GMT -4
Henri avoids further interaction with this crazy coot, and began to follow the ocean.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 10:12:17 GMT -4
Your eyes eventually meet with the sails of a caravel as it leaves it's port. You pan your eyes and begin to notice not just one caravel, but many. Not just caravels either. You spot a port chalk full of small schooners, large frigates, and a multitude of trade ships, both small and large. You count at least fifty ships in and around the harbor. And then, the city itself. It's a large place, built around a hill. On top of this hill, you spot a large cathedral. Likely dedicated to whatever god it is these Marignins follow. It's a beautiful, scenic location, possibility offset by the rows and rows of shops and houses in and around the main of the city itself. You pass the mills and the farms and the farmers tending to their field's and animals, and eventually you step foot inside the city. A tavern juts out from a row of houses just near the entrance, while you can spot some shops further down. A visit to the cathedral is also an option, if you're willing to make your way through the crowd of people bustling across the streets.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 10:41:09 GMT -4
Henri began to head towards the tavern at a steady pace. He began to drink some water, as he felt thirsty.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 11:18:29 GMT -4
You hold your canteen up to drink some water, but you're only able to take a few sips before it's snatched away by a scrawny looking boy in rags. He hisses at you then proceeds to down as much of the water as possible.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 11:40:09 GMT -4
"Why you little..." Henri draws one of his knives, hoping to scare him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 12:07:58 GMT -4
The child clutches the canteen closely and backs away, before clumsily drawing an old, rusted dagger from under his rags
"Mine now!" He shouts at you
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 13:41:40 GMT -4
"No it ain't, little tike. Hand it back." Henri points his blade at the kid.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 14:26:41 GMT -4
The child backs further away from you, until he bumps into the leg of a large man. The man is covered in soot, and seems to be wearing the cloths of a blacksmith. He kicks the child in the back, sending him, his dagger, and your canteen flying towards you. The canteen lands at your feet, and the dagger lands by the child. The child gets up, grabs his dagger, hisses at you both, and scurries off into the alleyways.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 14:40:16 GMT -4
Henri picks up his canteen, and continues toward the tavern, making sure nobody attempts to rob him on the way..
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 15:38:04 GMT -4
You enter the tavern just before the blacksmith does the same. He pushes past you and sits down at the bar, next to some other workmen. This tavern seems a shady place. Men with the look of mercenaries sat around tables, drinking and counting their coin. Merchants and thieves sit across from each other, both attempting to swindle the other, but in different ways. Two women bustle around the room, shaking off unwanted advances from the ill mannered scum.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 15:48:38 GMT -4
Henri made his way towards the bartender. He asked for something strong, as well if anyone was looking for him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 15:53:17 GMT -4
The bartender, a gruff looking man in his late thirties, slaps a drink on the table
"Pro'ly, but all you mercenary types look the same to me. Got a name?"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 15:54:50 GMT -4
Henri forked over some money and drank.
"Henri. Henri Fallsworth."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 16:06:49 GMT -4
"Yeah, I thin some old bastard came through earlier askin' for me to look out for ya. Said he'll be waiting by the cathedral." |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 16:09:49 GMT -4
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
Henri walks out of the tavern and towards the cathedral, curious as to who his client is.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 17:31:33 GMT -4
You walk through the busy streets and past all manor of people on your way to the cathedral. Hopefully all this trouble would be worth it when you finally met with however your client was. You eventually reach the grand white cathedral, and what a sight it is from close up. The building was made of brick and stone, painted such a white that it seemed to glisten against the afternoon sun. The windows were large, stain glass depictions of some various holy events, and shone in all kinds of beautiful colors. Three columns jutted out from the main of the building. Two at the front, beside the door, and the tallest one, on the roof itself had a grand bell. A robed man seems to be waiting out front.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 17:34:21 GMT -4
Henri jogs towards him.
"Should I dare say you were looking for me sir?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 18:44:17 GMT -4
"Are you the mercenary?" He asks
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 18:46:51 GMT -4
"I am. What's the job?" Henri asks, keeping a straight face and natural stature.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 19:34:43 GMT -4
"Come with me." The young man walks inside the cathedral and motions for you to follow suit
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 4, 2016 19:37:09 GMT -4
Henri does as told.
"Why are we meeting here?" He whispers.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 20:40:27 GMT -4
The man ignores your question, and leads you to a pulpit. A man sitting down, looking something over. He had long, white robes, a blue cross, and a cap on his head
"I've brought him, father."
"Very well. Leave us, if you would, Fernando."
Your escort obliges, and leaves you both alone.
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