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Post by Meldawen on Mar 25, 2007 17:32:45 GMT -5
Eledhe could have instantly picked out several errors in this invitation, namely that she was not either of their friend, and congenial companionship indicated some mutual bond - which didn't exist. But free wine was free wine.
She tucked the shuriken into its pouch and reversed direction. Also, those jingling coins could use some liberation.
Sliding in to take a seat opposite the black-robed figure, Eledhe eyed him for a moment and then delicately removed the shuriken to continue tossing it idly in the air. "What brings you to Thor-Erynr - eh - friend?"
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Post by Ven on Mar 25, 2007 20:22:07 GMT -5
Feuer followed after Eledhe (i have to look up to spell it lol).
His eyes lit up at the sight of the pouch that he hoped contained all gold.
Oh yea, there was someone he was supposed to meet here. I couldn't be this spasming sheep, could it?
oh wait, now he's coughing too...
Correction is a must: a spasming coughing sick sheep.
But Feuer didn't particularly care right not. wine he could do without, ale was okay, it didn't give him nightmares, but wine did.
He hated blunting his reflexes with drinks, and ale was enough already. But nevertheless he sat down at the table, and with a smile asked, "You wouldn't happen to know a man named Denaris, would you?"
He was being tactless, with a stranger here who wasn't part of their deal. IF the man was Denaris. But Feuer had already decided he wanted this woman on this commision. HE'd try his best to shed some light, to get the gal interested.
Then its time for some fun.
(is not meant to be suggestive, i meant killing ppl fun)
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 26, 2007 19:46:49 GMT -5
[Highpass, not Thor-Erynr  ] "Pursuit of capable mercenaries unlike the ones seated before me now," came the suave reply, accompanied by a winning smile. "And yes, I am Denaris. Autographs to be handed out later." He carefully judged their reactions - any well-traveled mercenary would recognize the elven name. He evinced a melodramatic sigh as his contemplative gaze once more flickered to Padrone's unique sword. "But it just so happens that I am desperate, and you my friends are fortunate." He shifted to allow his coin pouch yet another tempting jingle. Leaning back in his seat, he crossed his arms over his chest and offered as insouciantly as though he were discussing the weather, "Say... an assassination?" |
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 26, 2007 19:56:48 GMT -5
((My bad )) Eledhe likewise leaned back, still idly flicking the shuriken up and down. "Generally one doesn't accept a job until one learns the profits likely to be gained," she prodded, appraising him coolly. The Elven name was not lost on her. Eledhe had traces in her heritage that were not human, and fragments of that heritage remained with her still. Perhaps opportunity hadn't dried up, she thought. Though a job with the idiot beside her, the one with the flashy sword, didn't fill her with anything particularly resembling delighted anticipation. Oh well. She'd had worse. |
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 28, 2007 18:34:33 GMT -5
"The shiner aspects of material values are not issues here," Denaris replied blandly, a taunting smile pulling at his lips. Again he raised the bulging coin pouch. He only had another few hundred of those sitting resplendent in a strongly enchanted vault somewhere in Pnen'adr. "The task is not without its dangers, for the topic of assassination happens to be a wizard of no small power. However with my own magical reserves, ending this wizard's life should be no harder than this." He snapped his fingers for dramatic measure.
In reality assassinating the Archmage would prove no trivial task regardless of Denaris's pretty magical reserves, but the unwitting mercenaries before him didn't need to know that.
"Well?" he pressed, impatient despite his efforts to mask it. "Name your price."
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 28, 2007 18:45:48 GMT -5
A price. Who was to say she'd even accepted? Eledhe's gaze flickered to Feuer. Likely this Denaris was skeptical that he'd complete the task on his own, a sentiment she could well understand. He was undoubtedly hiding something, though. Nobody ever told the whole truth - and if this mage's assassination was so easy, why didn't he do it himself?
"Name this mage," she said, scrutinizing him. Likely nobody she'd ever heard of, not being quite on top of the current magically enabled population, but asking was only the pragmatic thing to do.
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Post by Ven on Mar 28, 2007 19:59:37 GMT -5
Feuer couldn't have cared less if the person was a weakling or a powerful mage. He wanted some more fun. He wanted some more gold. He wanted to get to know that woman. He wanted a mission. He wanted more money. He wanted pistachios...
Well, apparently taking on this mission offers him fun, gold, time for gettign to know Eledhe, a mission, money, and with money comes more pistachios.
Never mind his estate kindly given by the Duke of Talisbania. He couldn't manage to grow pistachios on it. now all it's uses were to provide gold and servants. and food.
Feuer weighed the offer with the risks.
In his opinion, he liked this. Even if that mage was more powerful than good old Denaris here, it was exciting.
He'd just gotten done with his last commision, what is he to do if he doesn't take this mission?
"Make an offer," Feuer said with a smile directed at both Eledhe and Denaris
[btw the sword's not flashy... i think its quite plain...]
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 30, 2007 16:57:06 GMT -5
Denaris flashed a roguish grin. He spread his hands out before him and shrugged. "No one knows his name, but he calls himself the Archmage." This wasn't quite the truth but close enough anyway. He was one of the select few who, though more or less unauthorized means, actually knew the name. And "the Archmage" could refer to anyone with an arrogant head in the clouds.
Unwilling to chance it, he nonetheless proceeded with an offer any prudent mercenary wouldn't have the guts to refuse. "One hundred gold," he said insouciantly. "Fifty now and fifty when the subject has met his unfortunate demise." No worries with the other fifty. He had no doubt that both mercenaries would be dead in any case, preferrably by his own hand but far more likely by the Archmage's.
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 30, 2007 21:50:30 GMT -5
"For each of us, or split?" Eledhe asked promptly, blue eyes unnervingly calculating, and didn't wait for an answer. Even only fifty gold total for her personally was no small sum. The shuriken stopped spinning and she leaned forward. "Very well, where to find this Archmage, then?"
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 31, 2007 15:35:33 GMT -5
Denaris weighed the coin pouch in his hand before tossing it to them both. "The survivor takes the remaining fifty," he said, green eyes flashing in mockery. He rose and strode to the tavern door, trusting the mercenaries to follow.
He led the way out into the bright afternoon sunshine and into the cool shade of the stables. He tossed the stable hand a bronze piece to saddle and bridle his roan mare. A dozen teleport spells rose to his mind, begging to be chanted. With a melodramatic sigh he resisted the call of luxury. Blending in with the mundane world was such a dreary task.
"I trust you have noble steeds?" he shot over his shoulder at his hired assassins.
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Post by Meldawen on Mar 31, 2007 17:44:28 GMT -5
'Noble steed' was not the phrase Eledhe would have used to describe the irritating filly she'd been afflicted with ever since she hadn't taken the time to look over which horse she was stealing, but she made a noncommital noise and untied it. Calling the animal 'horse' had proven troublesome, so lately Eledhe had been addressing it as Rapier. Nobody had ever called the icy-eyed young mercenary overtly creative.
Her twenty-five crowns was safely tucked away on her person, and already Eledhe was planning, in a detached sort of manner, how she could manage to have that other fifty all to herself.
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Post by Ven on Mar 31, 2007 20:50:11 GMT -5
Feuer considered the pouch he'd been tossed, 25 crowns...
Pitiful. The duke gives him at least 1000 crowns for each important commission.
But Eledhe... she was a far better prize.
Feuer could have cared less whether he got the other fifty crowns.
He got up and followed Denaris.
(if you didn't notice Feuer walked here, but i'll pertend he has a horse)
Feuer went to his horse, tossing the handler a crown from his newly acquired pouch, and mounted Taan. Taan was bred for speed, just like Feuer was. He carried all that Feuer required-none so heavy as to slow him down. Feuer stroked Taan's black mane, enjoying the feel. He rode Taan out, plainly waiting for his "employer" and "co-worker"
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Apr 1, 2007 11:47:02 GMT -5
Denaris didn't like his mare, and his mare didn't like him. It didn't succor in the least that he wasn't the most capable rider either. He'd worn trousers underneath his robes, and he hitched up the black velvet now to mount his doubtful noble steed. Noble steed in question snorted at him and endeavored an irritable stomp on his foot. Now equally petulant, he sent a jolt of electricity racing down the beast's spine. The mare settled into seething submission.
"Onwards!" Denaris exclaimed cheerily, leading them out the stables and towards the north gate of Highpass. The snowcrested peaks of the Kouq'n Mountains rose above the treeline. And behind those peaks...
Pnen'adr. The Archmage. Power.
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It was a dull ride that took them through the mountain passes in their journey northwest towards the valley of the dark elves. The first night, the ever tricky Denaris Erydera had planned quite an interesting recreation for both mercenaries.
They were seated around the fire, enjoying a meal of painstaking silence and insubstantial companionship, when the the forest erupted in a discordance of snarls and monumental barks. Five seconds later, the fully fledged cerberus exploded from the towering conifers to land, fangs bared and saliva dripping from all three canine heads, right in front of them. A very spontaneous appearance to all in concern, for the forest had been serenely silent only moments ago.
So much for dinner.
"Oh, gods, what shall we do now..." Denaris quipped pleasantly, stepping to the side. With a word of magic and a delicate wave of his hand, he vanished, leaving both mercenaries to defeat the enormous three-headed dog on their own.
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Post by Meldawen on Apr 1, 2007 16:18:22 GMT -5
A choice muttering of some colorful words issued from what had been, moment before, a patch of shadow. Eledhe crouched motionless, out of the circle of firelight. Her sheathed scimitar lay uselessly by the fire, but shurikens she had in plenty. Hopefully they would penetrate the ravening beast's hide somewhat.
By way of experimentation Eledhe flicked one at the slavering animal, and retreated into the darker wood, moving almost soundlessly. How absolutely idiotic to leave your weapon like that, she berated herself, watching for an opening to dart in and get it. It would have to be of her own making. She didn't expect much from either of her companions - one of whom seemed to have made a pragmatic departure.
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Post by RaistlinMajere on Apr 1, 2007 22:26:10 GMT -5
The pragmatic companion in question was currently sitting in a tree, having the time of his life. He nearly missed the ebony shuriken that whizzed from Eledhe's hand, but upon its penetration into the cerberus's hide, he underwent a few more mystical passes with his hand. Predictably the three-headed dog reared in more rage than pain, a pinprick of blood blossuming just beneath its throat. An insatiable killing machine, it lunged for the female mercenary, jaws slavering and teeth bared.
It appealed to nearly all the senses - sight, sound, touch, and even a none too pleasant smell that reeked of rotten eggs. The only aspect missing was taste, but then again, who'd want to go up and lick the ugly thing? All facets considered, this really was the best illusion Denaris had conjured in a year.
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