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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is a clear, cold morning in the city of Braevales, as to be expected from the mountainous west of Cliffside. Whether the involved beings arrived by airship or where already in Cliffside they all converged towards the city gates of Braevales where the Pathfinder's Society caravan was preparing to move towards the ruins. |
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| + | A tall great bustard being and a shorter, and much younger, jasmine being can be seen talking to each other. The moment they finish the jasmine being departs a couple of minutes before the sellswords begin lining up in front of the great bustard<br> <br>Zuri walks up from Braevales itself, having spent the night in a local inn. He steps around the bustard, giving him a bright smile, but paces forth to go stand next to the hired hands as they start to congregate. The small salamander is well dressed as usual, having opted for a light brown jacket worn a vest and shirt, and thick canvas pants that drape over thick hiking boots. "G'mornin'" He calls out to everyone before turning his attention to the avian being.<br> <br>Keyon steps off of the airship, falling into line besides the other Sellswords as they start to congregate around the bustard. He was dressed similarly to the 'mander, except he was wearing a tunic and a pair of long pants that draped over a pair of non-descript work boots and a short overcoat. He was mostly silent when falling in, however he gives a nod to the bustard and the jasmine as he does so.<br> <br>Lucas walks off of the airship, a dagger resting on one hip, rapier on the other. He looks around, and swallows, pulling a hand up to his muzzle to rub at the bridge of his muzzle. "God, what am I doing here? I'm not ready for this, am I?" He sighs and shakes his head. "Come on Lucas, you've been training for this, you can do it. Chest out, head high, get going." He catches sight of the jasmine and raises an eyebrow, then lines up in front of the bustard. "Um, L-Lucas Riverkin... reporting for duty?" he says uncertainly.<br> <br>From this distance the assembled sellswords get a better look at the great bustard. A tall being in an immaculate attire and sporting a non-sense expression, "Greetings, Freeswords, you may address me as Alfred." the bustard says as he eyes the group, "Mister Pondleaf, your involvement in this expedition will be noted down." Alfred adds when he notices the salamander before looking at other newcomers, "As a reminder: You have signed a contract for the Pathfinder's Society. Client, Ridgewell Aeneanas. Payment, a hundred crowns per being. Job description, you are all hired to secure an underground section of an ancients city, eliminating all threats, and reporting what you find. Nothing else. Things to note, the client demands that all collateral damage to be kept to a minimum and no looting or souvenir taking should occur. The Pathfinder's Society is not responsible for your protection if you break those rules, and remember that our client is an elder candidate, so don't try to get on his bad side." | ||
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| + | After his lecture, Alfred steps aside and points at the empty cart behind him, "If you still accept this job please enter the cart behind it. It will take you to your destination. Otherwise, you can leave."<br> <br>Lucas shakily nods his head, hands resting on his weapons as he tries to look presentable and professional. He looks around, turning in a full circle once before stopping and chuckling awkwardly. He walks over to the cart and climbs into it. He tries to sit down, but fumbles with the large sword resting on his hip. He resigns to pulling it off and setting it in his lap as he sits down. "I'm going to get killed, aren't I?" he asks himself quietly, head handing in a shake.<br> <br>Keyon nods, and strolls over to the cart, reaching up and hopping over the lip, sitting down near the back of the cart. Adjusting his overcoat slightly, he leans back against the side of the cart and waiting for departure. Giving a quick glance to the nervious otter, he offers a smile, but not much else.<br> <br>The jovial salamander is one of the first onto the cart, leaping inside and tucking his jacket neatly into place before settling down. He glances around with that big bright smile of his. "Everyone excited to explore those Ancient ruins?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead he reaches for his satchel and retrieves.. a pack of chocolate biscuits, which he starts to pass around to any beings that accept one. "Best part about being near Cliffside.. Cliffside chocolate is way cheaper here!"<br> <br>"In the unfortunate event of your death, the Society will deliver the remains to your next of kin." Alfred responds to the nervous otter in a mater-of-fact manner. "You will meet a being by the name of Mervyn once you reach your destination. He is your liaison with Mister Aeneanas, and he will guide you through the explored portion of the ruins." With that said, the bustard moves away from the cart as the caravan begins moving. | ||
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| + | The trip takes hours as the caravan trudges across the narrow pathways of the Braevales mountains. The morning has turned into an even colder afternoon as the group finally reaches their destination. The caravan stops outside what appears to be a small camp filled with archaeologists and various scholars as well as Cliffside soldiers. A short distance away is the ancients ruin, judging from the colossal wall that spans from one side of the canyon to the other. Dozens of Cliffsiders enter and exit the broken gates of the ruined city, one wonders how this place was not discovered before. | ||
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| + | "Disembark!" A voice comes from the the head of the caravan, signalling for the Freeswords to exit their own cart.<br> <br>Lucas looks over his sword, gripping at the sheath tightly as he settles in on the cart. He lifts his head and offers a weak smile to the bat, then a wider one with the biscuits passed around. "Oh, I forgot they had great chocolate here. Thank you!" he said, spirits brightening as he takes one and passes it on to Keyon. He takes a bite and closes his eyes, leaning back into the cart. "Ah, just what I needed. Nothing calms me like..." His words trail off at mention of death and he sets the rest of the biscuit in his lap as the cart rolls. "I've lost my appetite." Arriving, he slides the rest of the cookie into a pocket before disembarking, securing the sword sheathe back on his hip.<br> <br>Keyon takes the chocolate and starts to eat it. He only gets one bite in when he hears the mention of death, but shrugs and keeps on eating it. He looks arounds at the doors and the walls, while he waits for the others to fall in. Looking over at the otter, he steps over. 'Don't worry about it. It's not like you're going in alone.' That same, cheerful smile plastered on his face all the while.<br> <br>Zuri slinks out of the cart, and after checking his equipment like the rest of the soldiers he paces forward towards the walls while admiring them. He lets out a short whistle. "Wowee, what a place. It's been a bit since I visited one of these." He smiles reassuringly at the otter and bat. "Ah, don't mind Alfred, he's just a stickler for rules. It's all just legal mumbo jumbo that he has to say to everyone. We're going to be fine." One wonders, then, why the salamander is carrying three different weapons about his person. "Rats, that is one seriously big door.." He bounds off to stand near the fallen half of the gate, measuring its thicknss compared to his height. "Sheesh..." | ||
Revision as of 20:03, 21 February 2016
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21/2/479
Log
It is a clear, cold morning in the city of Braevales, as to be expected from the mountainous west of Cliffside. Whether the involved beings arrived by airship or where already in Cliffside they all converged towards the city gates of Braevales where the Pathfinder's Society caravan was preparing to move towards the ruins.
A tall great bustard being and a shorter, and much younger, jasmine being can be seen talking to each other. The moment they finish the jasmine being departs a couple of minutes before the sellswords begin lining up in front of the great bustard
Zuri walks up from Braevales itself, having spent the night in a local inn. He steps around the bustard, giving him a bright smile, but paces forth to go stand next to the hired hands as they start to congregate. The small salamander is well dressed as usual, having opted for a light brown jacket worn a vest and shirt, and thick canvas pants that drape over thick hiking boots. "G'mornin'" He calls out to everyone before turning his attention to the avian being.
Keyon steps off of the airship, falling into line besides the other Sellswords as they start to congregate around the bustard. He was dressed similarly to the 'mander, except he was wearing a tunic and a pair of long pants that draped over a pair of non-descript work boots and a short overcoat. He was mostly silent when falling in, however he gives a nod to the bustard and the jasmine as he does so.
Lucas walks off of the airship, a dagger resting on one hip, rapier on the other. He looks around, and swallows, pulling a hand up to his muzzle to rub at the bridge of his muzzle. "God, what am I doing here? I'm not ready for this, am I?" He sighs and shakes his head. "Come on Lucas, you've been training for this, you can do it. Chest out, head high, get going." He catches sight of the jasmine and raises an eyebrow, then lines up in front of the bustard. "Um, L-Lucas Riverkin... reporting for duty?" he says uncertainly.
From this distance the assembled sellswords get a better look at the great bustard. A tall being in an immaculate attire and sporting a non-sense expression, "Greetings, Freeswords, you may address me as Alfred." the bustard says as he eyes the group, "Mister Pondleaf, your involvement in this expedition will be noted down." Alfred adds when he notices the salamander before looking at other newcomers, "As a reminder: You have signed a contract for the Pathfinder's Society. Client, Ridgewell Aeneanas. Payment, a hundred crowns per being. Job description, you are all hired to secure an underground section of an ancients city, eliminating all threats, and reporting what you find. Nothing else. Things to note, the client demands that all collateral damage to be kept to a minimum and no looting or souvenir taking should occur. The Pathfinder's Society is not responsible for your protection if you break those rules, and remember that our client is an elder candidate, so don't try to get on his bad side."
After his lecture, Alfred steps aside and points at the empty cart behind him, "If you still accept this job please enter the cart behind it. It will take you to your destination. Otherwise, you can leave."
Lucas shakily nods his head, hands resting on his weapons as he tries to look presentable and professional. He looks around, turning in a full circle once before stopping and chuckling awkwardly. He walks over to the cart and climbs into it. He tries to sit down, but fumbles with the large sword resting on his hip. He resigns to pulling it off and setting it in his lap as he sits down. "I'm going to get killed, aren't I?" he asks himself quietly, head handing in a shake.
Keyon nods, and strolls over to the cart, reaching up and hopping over the lip, sitting down near the back of the cart. Adjusting his overcoat slightly, he leans back against the side of the cart and waiting for departure. Giving a quick glance to the nervious otter, he offers a smile, but not much else.
The jovial salamander is one of the first onto the cart, leaping inside and tucking his jacket neatly into place before settling down. He glances around with that big bright smile of his. "Everyone excited to explore those Ancient ruins?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead he reaches for his satchel and retrieves.. a pack of chocolate biscuits, which he starts to pass around to any beings that accept one. "Best part about being near Cliffside.. Cliffside chocolate is way cheaper here!"
"In the unfortunate event of your death, the Society will deliver the remains to your next of kin." Alfred responds to the nervous otter in a mater-of-fact manner. "You will meet a being by the name of Mervyn once you reach your destination. He is your liaison with Mister Aeneanas, and he will guide you through the explored portion of the ruins." With that said, the bustard moves away from the cart as the caravan begins moving.
The trip takes hours as the caravan trudges across the narrow pathways of the Braevales mountains. The morning has turned into an even colder afternoon as the group finally reaches their destination. The caravan stops outside what appears to be a small camp filled with archaeologists and various scholars as well as Cliffside soldiers. A short distance away is the ancients ruin, judging from the colossal wall that spans from one side of the canyon to the other. Dozens of Cliffsiders enter and exit the broken gates of the ruined city, one wonders how this place was not discovered before.
"Disembark!" A voice comes from the the head of the caravan, signalling for the Freeswords to exit their own cart.
Lucas looks over his sword, gripping at the sheath tightly as he settles in on the cart. He lifts his head and offers a weak smile to the bat, then a wider one with the biscuits passed around. "Oh, I forgot they had great chocolate here. Thank you!" he said, spirits brightening as he takes one and passes it on to Keyon. He takes a bite and closes his eyes, leaning back into the cart. "Ah, just what I needed. Nothing calms me like..." His words trail off at mention of death and he sets the rest of the biscuit in his lap as the cart rolls. "I've lost my appetite." Arriving, he slides the rest of the cookie into a pocket before disembarking, securing the sword sheathe back on his hip.
Keyon takes the chocolate and starts to eat it. He only gets one bite in when he hears the mention of death, but shrugs and keeps on eating it. He looks arounds at the doors and the walls, while he waits for the others to fall in. Looking over at the otter, he steps over. 'Don't worry about it. It's not like you're going in alone.' That same, cheerful smile plastered on his face all the while.
Zuri slinks out of the cart, and after checking his equipment like the rest of the soldiers he paces forward towards the walls while admiring them. He lets out a short whistle. "Wowee, what a place. It's been a bit since I visited one of these." He smiles reassuringly at the otter and bat. "Ah, don't mind Alfred, he's just a stickler for rules. It's all just legal mumbo jumbo that he has to say to everyone. We're going to be fine." One wonders, then, why the salamander is carrying three different weapons about his person. "Rats, that is one seriously big door.." He bounds off to stand near the fallen half of the gate, measuring its thicknss compared to his height. "Sheesh..."
