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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Another request from the wonderful Freesword's, but something a bit more mundane than most of those actiony requests of heroic deeds and epic adventures that challenge one's very morals. Instead, it's a simple delivery of weapons in need of an escort, a few crates in number, to a small village up in the north signed and sponsored by one 'Dio'. Setting out by early morning as the transportation details required, the group arrives in the mid-afternoon, with wonderful crates of ammunition, rifles and swords. |
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| + | As they hop out of the wagon, the escorts are met with a rather small but bustling farming village of sorts, and what seems to be the village elder standing out in the open and waving towards the wagon with all his wolfy splendor. | ||
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| + | Perhaps more curious, in the background, are villagers armed with spears, bows and arrows, and other various object organizing themselves as a coat wearing lion in a small circle with two other wolves tap on a map in a strategic looking meeting.<br> <br>Sveta steps out of the wagon, looking more than a little peeved. Maybe it's due to the close proximity to Angus, maybe it's due to the fact that she recognises familiar faces about. Nevertheless, she says nothing, just finding a comfortable spot to sit down sullenly and set down the weight of her gear.<br> <br>Fixing his hat after the wagon ride Angus steps down and looks around, curious as to where the lion of the day was since he ordered the weapons. "Good evening." He greets the village elder with a smile and a bow, remember to take his hat off in respect before he steps out of the way and allows the others to depart the wagon.<br> <br>Fenris glances around the villiage. Seems like a funny place for a weapons shipment. "Is this the place?" he asks no one in particular. It looks like his guitar would be more use here than his fists. In fact, he's tempted to unsling it from his back and get it tuned for the altitude. You never know where you might find an appreciative audience.<br> <br>With the clank of a hammer settling against his shoulders, Kurzon releases the wagon's rails, dropping from his rearguard position. There was just something about riding in the open wind, fending off bandit advances and watching the country flow by. | ||
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| + | The village is just the latest in a series of great scenery and opportunities to do great things for those needing aid.<br> <br>"Oooh," the old looking wolf nearly coos, moving closer and closer to the group with elongated steps. A bit feeble perhaps, but a hidden strength could be seen in both soul and body if one were to look beneath the surface of it all. "So you're all the escorts! I can't thank you all enough for bringing there here. We couldn't risk any bandits taking up this shipment you see, but I'm glad we can always rely on the Freeswords to get the job done. Now for the payment..." | ||
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| + | With a twist of his head and a loud whistle, the map handling lion perks up and twists his head around rapidly to detect the disturbance. "Is it lunch time already? Ah wait, I already 'ad lunch didn' I," the lion says, scratching at his head and issuing a few orders to the wolves around him, who then proceed to nod and join up with the rest of the organizing villagers. Strange, it is. Quite well organized. Twenty-five to a squad with impressive formation, ready for a battle of sorts. | ||
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| + | The lion saunters over to the village elder and soon lays eyes upon familiar faces. "Fox-kit!" He shouts in surprise. "An' Bird o' Little Goodbyes! It's so great to see ya again! Ooh, an' some new faces as well. But yer on business, ain't ya? Let me just fish out the payment 'ere and we'll start unloadin' all this good stuff." | ||
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| + | As Dio digs around in his pockets, the elder puts a hand to the side of his mouth and begins speaking to the group. "He can't stop talking about you folks. Always with the stories. And the eating! I've never seen su-" | ||
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| + | "Got it! An' I don' eat that much, do I? I'm a growin' lion anyways, ya see. Anyways..." With two heavy sacks of crown in his hand, he stretches them out towards the group. "Thank ya, all. We'll put these weapons to good use."<br> <br>Tilting her head at Dio, Sveta somehow manages to give the impression of a shrug without actually needing to do so. "Still the same as ever, you old oaf. So, do fill us in, since the elder fellow didn't. What's in the box, as they say, and anythin in particular that we're expecting from these so-called bandits?" Just the facts is like peanuts and meals - probably a great way to begin a conversation, maybe end one...not too good as a conversation, though.<br> <br>The fox-kit smiles, tipping his hat in greeting as he trys to hold back a smile. "Well, if it isn't unbathed Lion, what have you been up to?" The Elders comments make him chuckle before he speaks again. "I'm guessing the arms you asked for aren't going to be used in defense?" He asks a little curious, considering they payment they were getting for them.<br> <br>Only a supreme effort of will keeps Fenris from laughing. He can't help but like the scatter-brained lion. "Um, I'm Fenris," he offers, seeing as no one else is likely to introduce him. "Glad we could help, I guess." The Tiger is as curious as the others about the crates they just delivered.<br> <br>Kurzon stands on the edge of the group, a notebook resting on the flat of his hammer whilst he takes notes on the situation and those in it that appear to have relationships that he'll need to cross reference to other notes. When names start getting tossed around he holds up a heavy gauntlet and says "Kurzon Orufe', a pleasure meeting any friend of friends!"<br> <br>"Did ya hear that," Dio says, looking directly at the village elder. "That bird just called ya an ol' oaf. Not that I could blame the las- Oof!" Without even looking back at Dio, the elder summons up a bit of his former youth to deliver a blunt hit with the side of his fist directly into the lion's stomach with the strength to stagger him a bit. | ||
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| + | "A-anyways," Dio inhales as he walks towards the wagon, placing the payment upon the bed. "Nothin' much! Just livin' the dream, travelin' 'round the world, tryin' new things, meetin' new people. An' how 'bout yerself? Rumors an' whispers cross by 'ere every once in awhile. Some interestin' tales slip by." As the two new faces to him introduce themselves, Dio moves closer in dangerously close proximity to Kurzon and sizes up his actions for a bit in deathly silence, until... "HEY! Nice to meet ya, the name's Dio. Dio the Traveler ya see. And YOU," he shouts, spinning around on his feet and then walking his way towards him. "You... You..." And bam! A friendly slap on the back! "A tiger! Feline! Jus' like myself. Good ta meet ya lad. Don't be too shy now," he chuckles, giving Fenris a few more friendly pats on the back before climbing into the wagon. | ||
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| + | "Yer job is done, lads and lasses. The job was to deliver this cargo saftly. Ya can go home if ya wanted. But if ya were curious, we gotta a..." "...Bandit problem..." The lion and elder say in unison, causing the lion to sneer. "Let me tell the story ol' man! Anyways," he coughs, pulling out one of the boxes. "Bandits. They're gonna be attackin' this village here ya see. Got so cocky they told us when they're gonna collect. But we're gonna strike first." With a click, the lid flies open and reveals a few muskets and ammunition. "They're only thirty five strong o' so, an' they ain't expectin' a counter-attack. Only a submissive village."<br> <br>Sveta clicks her beak. "Pardon me for the slip of the tongue. Seems like living the life has done you good, then." Ever the taciturn bird. "So, my dear lion of counterattacks, what's this great plan that the lot of you have in mind, then? Because I'm not just going to run in there with...hmm...like...something that runs into dangerous situations without a care in the world." | ||
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4/11/476
Log
Another request from the wonderful Freesword's, but something a bit more mundane than most of those actiony requests of heroic deeds and epic adventures that challenge one's very morals. Instead, it's a simple delivery of weapons in need of an escort, a few crates in number, to a small village up in the north signed and sponsored by one 'Dio'. Setting out by early morning as the transportation details required, the group arrives in the mid-afternoon, with wonderful crates of ammunition, rifles and swords.
As they hop out of the wagon, the escorts are met with a rather small but bustling farming village of sorts, and what seems to be the village elder standing out in the open and waving towards the wagon with all his wolfy splendor.
Perhaps more curious, in the background, are villagers armed with spears, bows and arrows, and other various object organizing themselves as a coat wearing lion in a small circle with two other wolves tap on a map in a strategic looking meeting.
Sveta steps out of the wagon, looking more than a little peeved. Maybe it's due to the close proximity to Angus, maybe it's due to the fact that she recognises familiar faces about. Nevertheless, she says nothing, just finding a comfortable spot to sit down sullenly and set down the weight of her gear.
Fixing his hat after the wagon ride Angus steps down and looks around, curious as to where the lion of the day was since he ordered the weapons. "Good evening." He greets the village elder with a smile and a bow, remember to take his hat off in respect before he steps out of the way and allows the others to depart the wagon.
Fenris glances around the villiage. Seems like a funny place for a weapons shipment. "Is this the place?" he asks no one in particular. It looks like his guitar would be more use here than his fists. In fact, he's tempted to unsling it from his back and get it tuned for the altitude. You never know where you might find an appreciative audience.
With the clank of a hammer settling against his shoulders, Kurzon releases the wagon's rails, dropping from his rearguard position. There was just something about riding in the open wind, fending off bandit advances and watching the country flow by.
The village is just the latest in a series of great scenery and opportunities to do great things for those needing aid.
"Oooh," the old looking wolf nearly coos, moving closer and closer to the group with elongated steps. A bit feeble perhaps, but a hidden strength could be seen in both soul and body if one were to look beneath the surface of it all. "So you're all the escorts! I can't thank you all enough for bringing there here. We couldn't risk any bandits taking up this shipment you see, but I'm glad we can always rely on the Freeswords to get the job done. Now for the payment..."
With a twist of his head and a loud whistle, the map handling lion perks up and twists his head around rapidly to detect the disturbance. "Is it lunch time already? Ah wait, I already 'ad lunch didn' I," the lion says, scratching at his head and issuing a few orders to the wolves around him, who then proceed to nod and join up with the rest of the organizing villagers. Strange, it is. Quite well organized. Twenty-five to a squad with impressive formation, ready for a battle of sorts.
The lion saunters over to the village elder and soon lays eyes upon familiar faces. "Fox-kit!" He shouts in surprise. "An' Bird o' Little Goodbyes! It's so great to see ya again! Ooh, an' some new faces as well. But yer on business, ain't ya? Let me just fish out the payment 'ere and we'll start unloadin' all this good stuff."
As Dio digs around in his pockets, the elder puts a hand to the side of his mouth and begins speaking to the group. "He can't stop talking about you folks. Always with the stories. And the eating! I've never seen su-"
"Got it! An' I don' eat that much, do I? I'm a growin' lion anyways, ya see. Anyways..." With two heavy sacks of crown in his hand, he stretches them out towards the group. "Thank ya, all. We'll put these weapons to good use."
Tilting her head at Dio, Sveta somehow manages to give the impression of a shrug without actually needing to do so. "Still the same as ever, you old oaf. So, do fill us in, since the elder fellow didn't. What's in the box, as they say, and anythin in particular that we're expecting from these so-called bandits?" Just the facts is like peanuts and meals - probably a great way to begin a conversation, maybe end one...not too good as a conversation, though.
The fox-kit smiles, tipping his hat in greeting as he trys to hold back a smile. "Well, if it isn't unbathed Lion, what have you been up to?" The Elders comments make him chuckle before he speaks again. "I'm guessing the arms you asked for aren't going to be used in defense?" He asks a little curious, considering they payment they were getting for them.
Only a supreme effort of will keeps Fenris from laughing. He can't help but like the scatter-brained lion. "Um, I'm Fenris," he offers, seeing as no one else is likely to introduce him. "Glad we could help, I guess." The Tiger is as curious as the others about the crates they just delivered.
Kurzon stands on the edge of the group, a notebook resting on the flat of his hammer whilst he takes notes on the situation and those in it that appear to have relationships that he'll need to cross reference to other notes. When names start getting tossed around he holds up a heavy gauntlet and says "Kurzon Orufe', a pleasure meeting any friend of friends!"
"Did ya hear that," Dio says, looking directly at the village elder. "That bird just called ya an ol' oaf. Not that I could blame the las- Oof!" Without even looking back at Dio, the elder summons up a bit of his former youth to deliver a blunt hit with the side of his fist directly into the lion's stomach with the strength to stagger him a bit.
"A-anyways," Dio inhales as he walks towards the wagon, placing the payment upon the bed. "Nothin' much! Just livin' the dream, travelin' 'round the world, tryin' new things, meetin' new people. An' how 'bout yerself? Rumors an' whispers cross by 'ere every once in awhile. Some interestin' tales slip by." As the two new faces to him introduce themselves, Dio moves closer in dangerously close proximity to Kurzon and sizes up his actions for a bit in deathly silence, until... "HEY! Nice to meet ya, the name's Dio. Dio the Traveler ya see. And YOU," he shouts, spinning around on his feet and then walking his way towards him. "You... You..." And bam! A friendly slap on the back! "A tiger! Feline! Jus' like myself. Good ta meet ya lad. Don't be too shy now," he chuckles, giving Fenris a few more friendly pats on the back before climbing into the wagon.
"Yer job is done, lads and lasses. The job was to deliver this cargo saftly. Ya can go home if ya wanted. But if ya were curious, we gotta a..." "...Bandit problem..." The lion and elder say in unison, causing the lion to sneer. "Let me tell the story ol' man! Anyways," he coughs, pulling out one of the boxes. "Bandits. They're gonna be attackin' this village here ya see. Got so cocky they told us when they're gonna collect. But we're gonna strike first." With a click, the lid flies open and reveals a few muskets and ammunition. "They're only thirty five strong o' so, an' they ain't expectin' a counter-attack. Only a submissive village."
Sveta clicks her beak. "Pardon me for the slip of the tongue. Seems like living the life has done you good, then." Ever the taciturn bird. "So, my dear lion of counterattacks, what's this great plan that the lot of you have in mind, then? Because I'm not just going to run in there with...hmm...like...something that runs into dangerous situations without a care in the world."
