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| Vyse | Thu Jul 7, 2011 2:40 pm Post #16 |
 
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Vyse listened very carefully to Father, his influence was apparently very great and well known enough that Sehrek had tried to get him on his side, well then, this would strike a blow against him. Then they talked about killing the guards, he wasn't fine with that, they had done nothing wrong, they were simply guardsmen under the orders of a very cruel man. He didn't want to kill them if he didn't have to. He pondered this for a bit, if they killed Sehrek right away then they would have no reason to fight, he might be able to hire them himself. Vyse thought about it until he heard the door open, he turned and saw the large warrior with the axe and the lithe elf with the scimitar. When he heard she was a spellblade while the man was a northern warrior, Vyse was slightly impressed. Vyse listened to her plan, it was well thought out and well done, but still it ended with killing Sehrek's guards. It must be from no longer being a wandering bandit killer and in general purger or evil, but this plan just seemed like murder, it wasn't right. After Odelia was done talking Vyse stood up, "The plan is sound, though this is murder you know that right, aggravating him to attack us, I won't become a murderer, if this is how you do things, I'll leave now and solve it myself." Vyse started to pace behind his chair, "You see, he has ten men who have done absolutely nothing wrong to our knowledge besides follow his orders, like every good soldier does. You plan to melt the armor they are standing in, burning them alive quite slowly, it's a very cruel, and very evil plan, and if you won't change it, I will take my leave and forget everything that happened here." Vyse knew he was probably throwing away his only chance at winning, though he refused to murder those guards, for all he knew they were just trained soldiers down on their luck until Sehrek hired them, since becoming a merchant his morals had only gotten higher when it comes to killing, but more pliable when it comes to shady dealings. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Thu Jul 7, 2011 4:13 pm Post #17 |
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Odelia began to protest at Vyse's speech, but Father held up a hand, and Odelia fell silent. Father sat in a chair at the table, and smiled. "I already knew that you would refuse the plan, from all the reports of your past. Oh yes, you are not hidden from my eyes, even though you are not originally from this city. This was an experiment, if you will, to see how much Balefire had changed you. I applaud you at being able to keep your morals strong in this town, for the most part at least. Of course, you know that that will be the kind of plan that Sehrek will use. That's the difference between the two of us, you follow your morals, I follow the Balefire way: 'If they send one of yours to the hospital, you send one of theirs to the morgue.' Perhaps you will fall to it, perhaps not. There is one thing I do know, however, it's an old saying about Izimet's Field, 'Where a good man went to war.' We shall see how you react in the face of the enemy, when you suffer great losses, if you can control the fury that will consume you. It's only a matter of time, Vyserial Noclan, only a matter of time." With this he fell silent, leaning back into his chair with a serious face. Magnus cut in here, saying, "Since that is all finished, let us move to the true plan. It pains me to dwell on falsehoods and abandoned fights. To go about it in the way of this one, we must hold back the guards while Sehrek is killed. Perhaps you are unaware, but it will not be an easy fight. I've heard about him, he's a strong mage. It's very possible that you will both die and we will have to take your places. Ordinarily we would do the job ourselves, but I think that you would prefer to take him on with your own hands." Looking outside, he could tell that the night was rapidly becoming dark. He sighed, thinking that this could not be done soon enough for his tastes. His blood was boiling for a fight, but so few were foolish enough to challenge him unless they were drunken or desperate. Breaking his thoughts, Ezekial spoke up. "If you are going to refer to it as "aggravating him", then perhaps you have a better plan. I for one think of it more as playing his personality against himself, a tactic that you as a merchant will have to do, if you have not done so already to a client." |
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| Vyse | Thu Jul 7, 2011 8:44 pm Post #18 |
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Vyse sighed in relief, he would still have his help and have a plan that was good enough to use, it was still slightly underhanded, but it was all they had, antagonize him and kill only Sehrek, he was an evil man and apparently a powerful mage, of course he'd want to fight him. Though controlling his fury... did he know about his Bloodwrath? Probably, anyone who saw him once has seen him bloodwrath or at the very least heard him talk about it. He didn't have much to use against a mage, he'd just have to go into the fight just like any other time he fought mages, head first and willing to sacrifice an arm to get in close if he had to. Vyse rubbed his eyes, he needed to get back to the inn, talk to Qadaj and get some rest, "I can do something I'd rather not do to antagonize him, but I can offer a weapons contract to, I'd rather not mainly because it'd up the amount of guards and caravans I'd need to hire and I'm barely keeping above the red, if I did this my weapons would be a bit more expensive then his, but they'd be there." He doubted his blades would be better then Sehrek's, but they might be equal though, he knew a few good smiths in Cascadia, he would just have to ask the Master Smiths in the forges to do the shipments instead of the apprentices. He looked outside, night was falling, "I'll meet you at the merchant's house, he'll be there with Sehrek and we'll be talking inside, I'll be going fully geared just like I currently am, but now I need to go to bed, I'll tell Qadaj about this and get any last minute advice from him, I thank you for your help, drinks are on me tomorrow if this succeeds." He felt confident, he would need to be quick tomorrow, Sehrek needed to die or else he'd just hound him for the rest of his life. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Thu Jul 7, 2011 11:59 pm Post #19 |
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"I can do something I'd rather not do to antagonize him, but I can offer a weapons contract too. I'd rather not mainly because it'd up the amount of guards and caravans I'd need to hire and I'm barely keeping above the red. If I did this, my weapons would be a bit more expensive then his, but they'd be there." Hearing of the need of weapons, Ezekial turned to Father, and asked, "Perhaps you could request the aid of the Forty-Seven Ronin to make weapons." Realizing that Vyse had no way of knowing who the Forty-Seven were, he turned to him and said, color=grey]"The Forty-Seven Ronin are a group of forty-seven swordsmiths who make enchanted and mundane weapons that are among the best. Fortunately for you, although they make very high quality weapons, they sell them for very little, just barely above the cost of the component parts, although they only sell through referral. That is why I was asking Father if he could refer you to them." Father nodded, adding that he would do so as soon as possible, although it was not a guarantee. They all agreed to meet at the merchant's house, and preemptively refused drinks for tomorrow. Once the office was empty, Father shooed Odelia and Magnus out, and sat down at his desk, leaning back. He sighed, and began to work towards contacting the leader of the Forty-Seven Ronin, Masamune. The Raggedy Man smiled at this pitiful man, Sehrek. Sehrek had come to him for information and aid in defeating his rival, Vyse. The Raggedy Man did not disclose that he had learned that Vyse was going to Father, and knowing Father, would be allied. The Raggedy Man did not want to appear defiant in front of Father, not yet at least. The Raggedy Man said merely that he would see what he would do and sent Sehrek on his way. From the shadows stepped a little boy, Eri, who asked the Raggedy Man if Sehrek knew that they knew that he was planning to cross the Raggedy Man, to which the Raggedy Man replied that he didn't. Putting on a macabre smile, the Raggedy Man drew a wickidly sharp dagger from underneath his cloak and let the moonlight dance upon it. He commented grimly that Sehrek would know soon enough, and certainly it would be the last thing he knew. |
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| Vyse | Fri Jul 8, 2011 1:00 am Post #20 |
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Vyse grinned, it was a good night, he might be getting great quality weapons for cheap from the Fory-Seven Ronins, and all that was left was to give the ultimatum tomorrow and watch as Sehrek gets angry and makes the first strike, that's all he had to survive, the first strile. His grin became a full smile as he started to walk towards the inn, "Well this is where we part ways, I'll meet you in front of the inn tomorrow morning." He waved goodbye to Zeke and Aetos, making for his room. Vyse spoke to Qadaj about the situation and learned of Qadaj's own plans, he had taken a bag of sand and dumped quite a bit of it into the armor of Sehrek's troops, it'd be a while before they found out and they'd probably be late to the meeting if they tried to clean them out, but if they didn't ten very irritated, very distracted, guards would be with Sehrek tomorrow. Vyse gave his old friend a hearty slap on the back, soon they fell asleep, they needed to be ready for tomorrow. In the morning of the next day Vyse was strapping on his blades, two on the sides and a third blade he had received from his father's will as it gave him all of his items, it was one of the few things he kept, it was originally made for him, it was supposed to be given to him at the time he takes over for his father, it was his first time wearing it. He strapped it onto his back and strode out of the house, it was time to confront Sehrek. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Fri Jul 8, 2011 3:05 pm Post #21 |
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At the inn, Ezekial, Odelia, and Father stood in front of the door, Odelia and Father with a hand hovering over their blades, Ezekial with his hands at his side, curled into fists. Although Ezekial and Father were well-liked in this town, Odelia was regarded at best neutrally, because of her lineage. It was not impossible to imagine that someone might be either foolish enough or drunken enough to attempt to attack her, and it was certainly possible that there were those who would disregard their personal feelings for a few goldmen, and certainly a number of assassins who would do so gladly for the same price. That being coupled with the fact that it was a rare occurrence for Father to go into Balefire proper personally meant that the guards, both of the city and of Father, would be on edge. They met with Vyse in front of the inn, only Father being light-hearted enough to spare a greeting, and went off to the merchant's business. Odelia, knowing the city like the back of her hand, quickly led them through the main streets and down alleyways to get there as quickly as possible. At last they stood in front of the merchant's business. It was a good sized building, made of wood with a large sign above the door that swung, connected to a steel pole that was attached to the building. The building was built sturdily, with heavy woods and iron reinforcements, and the roof connected to a point, covered in cedar wood shingles. Near the apex of the roof, on the wall facing the street, was a great circular window stained with the image of the Merchant's Guild, a scale upon a paper and quill. The door was similarly strong as well, made of solid wood blocks near two inches thick and supported with a number of iron bars crossing it horizontally with a heavy lock upon the door. Odelia opened it, a hand on her scimitar in case she would need to draw it quickly. There was no reason to, but it certainly surprised the guards of Sehrek and the merchant who were already sitting at the table. Odelia moved inwards, followed by Father, Vyse, and Ezekial, who closed the door behind them soundly. Sehrek looked from Vyse to Father, his grin fading, and from Father to a grinning Ezekial, his expression turning into one of fear. They all moved to take their seats at the large circular table, except for Odelia who opted to stand, and Ezekial, as he was sitting down, asked Sehrek, "Sehrek! I wondered when I would see your face again. Did you miss me terribly?" Confused, the merchant turned to Sehrek, asking if he knew Ezekial previously, a charge that Sehrek avoided, turning the conversation to the business deal. The merchant agreed, clearing his throat, and said to Vyse, "I know that I said that I would wait until today to decide, but after thinking about it, your business just doesn't have the profit margin to compete with Sehrek. If you don't have a way to increase that, I'll have to decline." The merchant's face was serious, even slightly apologetic, and Sehrek's was bright, grinning at Vyse, thinking that he had certainly won. "And Father, although you may be supporting Vyse, it won't stop the seasons from-it's a figure of speech-and it certainly won't make the profit margin any higher. I assume you are supporting him, yes? After all, what other reason would you have for coming here?" Father chuckled, deciding not to remind the merchant of the occasion when he held a small part of the Gloomwood in winter for a year. He nodded, agreeing with it, and replied, "Indeed you are correct. I am investing in Vyse. I have, however, a second role, as the representative of the Forty-Seven Ronin who have agreed to make weapons for the Noclan Company." The merchant's jaw dropped at the mentioning of the Forty-Seven Ronin, Sehrek uneasy from this reaction, not sure who the Forty-Seven Ronin were. "How did you get the Forty-Seven Ronin to deal with Vyse? No, don't tell me, it's more fascinating that way. Well, that does change things quite a bit. If that deal goes through, I will definitely deal with the Noclan Company." The merchant was grinning now, thinking of the profits he could make if he was affiliated with the Forty-Seven Ronin. Sehrek was less pleased, angrily asking, "Now wait a minute, just who are these Forty-Seven Ronin?" |
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| Vyse | Fri Jul 8, 2011 3:55 pm Post #22 |
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Vyse chuckled, he didn't know who they were exactly besides great smiths who sold their weapons for only a little more then the total component cost, though he felt like being a bit of a jerk, "Oh, they're great masters of the forge... haven't you heard of them Sehrek? After all, any merchant worth his salt would have asked them for trade deals at some point." Vyse smiled widely as he turned to back to the merchant, "Alright then we're agreed, once the Ronin start shipping blades to me I'll have them sent here along with the other supplies, I'm also willing to sell the weapons at a much lower cost to you then what Sehrek is offering, that should seal the deal, right?" He saw the merchant nodding and rubbing his hands together, Sehrek was furious. Sehrek started to mutter something under his breath, Vyse could barely make it out, something about an... ancestral spirit. His eyes widened, the man was no ordinary mage, he was using dark magic to bring back a denizen of hell itself. Vyse quickly drew his swords, just in time to block a ghostly scimitar as a was raised from beneath the house's floor boards. Sehrek chuckles as his soldiers moved in, if he couldn't have this deal, no one could. Vyse started his work, fighting the ghostly swordsman, he called out to his friend, "Zeke! Get Sehrek! I'll try and finish off this blasted ghost!" He wasn't even sure he could hold him off, the ghost's blade was fast and he could only hurt and block it with his longsword, he only nicked the ghost a few times as his scimitar cut through his clothing cutting deep gashes into his arms. Vyse grunted in pain, his bloodwrath coming on, he lost control quickly, forcing his blades to move faster and faster, the ghost felt the sting of the longsword, pain wasn't something he should feel, he immediately went on the defensive, trying to keep track of the blurring swords, until he made the fatal mistake and went to block the cutlass, allowing the longsword to sever his ghostly form completely, destroying it. He turned, his eyes slightly glowing red, he could only stop the blades from moving and nothing else, he glared at Sehrek, he wanted to kill him. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sat Jul 9, 2011 4:15 pm Post #23 |
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Ezekial was smiling at the fury of Sehrek, although his smile vanished when he saw that Sehrek was starting to murmur something, and he could pick out the name "Golwgvyr", the name of a long dead warrior. Ezekial was furious at this man, defying the flows of nature to bring back one who had died and been sentenced to pay his life. He could feel the tranquil fury rise again within him, something he had not felt in a long time. A ghostly scimitar raised from the floor boards, which Vyse blocked barely in time to keep it from slashing at him. Ezekial ran around the table, and drew back his arm, savoring the expression of terror on Sehrek's face. As the old man's fist slammed forward into the bridge of Sehrek's nose, shattering it and sending the man's head slamming into the ground, Aetos and Magnus sprung out from behind several boxes, followed by Vyse's men. Aetos grinned, happy to be able to fight again, and Marni was just as happy to have her collar loosened as Aetos allowed the tattoos on his hands and arms up to the elbows fade away, replaced by hot flames. Aetos settled into a pugilist's stance in front of a group of three guards, warning them that his fists would be hot enough to burn through their armor and scorch them into charcoal from the inside out. One consolation, he said, was that they would die quickly. At this, the men went into defensive stances, they would not attack, although with this fire-man's expression, they could not be sure that he would not. Magnus had a similar expression to Aetos, laughing boisterously and swinging his axe, knocking the swords from the hands of another group of three in a flurry of axe strikes, the sudden sheathing of it in cold fires shattering the blades as they fell to the ground. A wicked glint in his eyes, he advanced them up to a wall, saying that he enjoyed the battle very much, and he wasn't allowed to kill them unless they fought back, in which case he would cleave them in twain gleefully. The guards fully believed him, and were shaking against the wall with their arms up. The other four guards were stopped by the pair of fighters of Father and Odelia, she with her blade up to the neck of one and a table knife under the armpit of another, ready to pierce the large artery that ran through it, he with hands on the faceplates of the other two, not needing to say what he would do if they did anything other than drop their weapons. He was something like a telekinetic, he would use magic to crush their brains within their skulls while leaving their heads intact to allow a pre-burial funeral ceremony. The room was filled with clattering as they dropped their weapons. Ezekial reached down and grabbed Sehrek around the shoulders, pointing out the room. "Do you see what your mistakes have brought you? Your guards have betrayed you, and you have been defeated by an old man, an elf no less. Your mighty warrior has been slain, and you will follow soon enough. You have been utterly defeated, and we have suffered no casualties. We have wrenched your deal from your hands. You have lost, Sehrek. This, and nothing less, is the price for attacking one of my friends. Remember, Sehrek, you're a hundred years too early to defeat me." Looking down, Ezekial saw that Sehrek's mouth was overflowing with blood. He jumped back, shocked, and saw that a dagger was piercing Sehrek's heart, and as the dagger was withdrawn, he fell to the ground. Standing behind him was the Raggedy Man. |
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| Vyse | Sat Jul 9, 2011 4:39 pm Post #24 |
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Vyse looked at the raggedy man, he was not what he was expecting, he thought he would be more... raggedy, disgusting looking, he frowned though, he had murdered someone without hesitation and without, from his knowledge, provocation. Vyse turned away from him though, "It was a pleasure meeting all of you, thank you for your help and I'll have Qadaj draw up our contract merchant, he'll be here in my stead, I have another deal to do in Cascadia that needs my attention immediately... oh, also, you guards can join the Noclan Merchants Company, just talk to Qadaj, he'll be in shortly, he'll supply you with new weapons since yours kinda shattered." He nodded to them and turned to Zeke. "Thank you Zeke, I owe you quite a bit, next time you're in Cascadia drop by, maybe next time we won't be forced to fight against a ghost warrior and a deranged merchant. As for Father, I thank you for helping me out, you to Aetos, thank you. I assure you I will keep my morals high and my blades ready to defend them, after all, as a merchant I need to be cunning and strong of mind, though as a berserker, my arms must be steady and strong, I will be both in the days to come, so please, drop by our offices if you come to Cascadia." With that he started to walk away, Qadaj walked in just after he leaves, parchment in his hand, and bottled ink in a small satchel he has over his shoulder. Vyse groaned as he realized he'd need to walk back to Cascadia... oh well, it was time to start moving. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sat Jul 9, 2011 5:15 pm Post #25 |
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The Raggedy Man stood still, silent as he sheathed his blade after wiping away the blood on the robe of the dead man, Sehrek, a blood pool slowly spreading from his body and the red stain growing on his robe. He stood aloof as Vyse spoke to the merchant and to the guards, and as he said his goodbyes to the old elf, the flaming man, and Father. As he was leaving, he walked up to Father, and said, "You would do well to watch that person, Father, but I'm sure you already know that as well as I do. He truly is deserving of the title of "Lone Star", high up in the sky, shining bright all through the night. To those who fall from the path of grace, he acts as a guide to return, although he may not go to the true North, he is very close to it. And now, I will bid you adieu." Father looked at him with angry eyes, although his face did not betray it. The Raggedy Man, in a patchwork coat, stepped over the corpse, moving across the room to step out through the main door. Ezekial looked down at the body, and shouted to the man, "Wait! Why did you kill him?" The Raggedy Man stopped, and turned back, a smile on his face. He replied, "Why, do I need a reason? He annoyed me, and I killed him." Still smiling, he put on his hat, and stepped outside, quickly merging with the crowd forming outside. Father was stony faced, he had enough experience to know that he was lying to them, but he could not tell what the true reason was. This thing perturbed him, and made him at ease. Looking around at the people frozen solid, he swung an arm, shouting, "What are you doing, standing around like a buncha schoolgirls? Get moving!" Father spoke harshly, so deep was his anger at the Raggedy Man. Ezekial sighed, and walked to the corpse of Sehrek, and began to preform the rites of the dead so that he could pass on, even though he did not deserve such a thing for his travesties, but he knew that it was not his place to judge a person's afterlife. Outside the room, morning was eclipsed by the dark day, and day by a true night, and on and on the time went, passing over that day and many like it. - FIN - |
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