Cleaning at the Iron Reach - RPLOG
Participants
Date
12/10/477
Log
The area for the job that was sent to the freeswords, appears nicely tucked away up in Silvervein Pass... Though, a steady stream of workers and the usual merchant caravans making stops at it, tend to draw out it's attention more. The building itself is a bunker like thing, built heading into the ground, with impressive iron doors that for now are spread wide for travelers and workers to head inside freely.
Just inside of the door, sits a rough looking bear, covered in thick armor while weilding an impressivly large hammer as he navigates through the various 'guests' in this area currently.
Millicent wanders along, dressed up in her 'light' plate, arm propped up on the pommel of her sword as she glances around. "Ehh? Is this the place?" She asks the bear, looking at the doors for a moment, then back at the ursine.
Cirra is dressed in her typical Aranian robes, her creator wetsuit underneath to protect her. She waves to Millicent, hoping she's in the right place, not too certain about the cold. She's brought along her sabre and quite a bit of magic, enough that it probably makes more noise that the shark herself can make.
Fayrmune marches up to the gate and gives the bear-guard a deep bow. "Fayrmune of the Hands of Dawn, reporting.", she proudly announces once standing straight again.
Camille walks up with the walk of a professional soldier, and weapon-master, her gaze taking in the look and feel of the place as she approaches. Sword slung for easy draw and bow stowed safely back, unstrung, Camille approaches the guardsman and nods slowly while passing close, smiling to the secretary there "I have been told there was a request filed for work, I have the details here," pulling out a small scroll and handing it over, she stands in balance, and waits.
Lilly swaggers along behind Millicent, in her darkened coat of steel scales and with her weapons at her side. The big shark looks around over the top of the crowd, then gives the bear a nod before tossing Cirra a small salute as well. Then she crosses her arms and waits for things to get started.
Thelergramor yawns as he makes his way along with the group, lugging a bigass cannon as if it were... a bigass cannon. The masked wolf is shirtless, wearing a red scarf and pants lined with chainmail. "Right. What'd'ya have for me? Violence? Trap disarming? Psychotic bandits running around underground?" If they don't have one of those yet, they will soon.
The Bear turns to regard Fayrmune and Millicent with a smile as he bows, before waving to Camille. "Over here girlie, we ain't got no secretary, that's my neice." Shrugging it off though, the bear turns his attention back to the group. "Yes this is the place though. My name is Brandon Sherton, and I'm one of the founders of this here new adventure's hub, the Iron Reach. As you can guess from folks coming and going with all them fancy tools, we're still carving our way deeper into the pass for more rooms. Unfortunatly, we hit a small nest of rock spiders... Normally, me and one of the other founders go down there and bash them up good and all, but they mentioned having to stay in the city for a little while. So until they get back, think of this as an outreach program!" The bear spreading his arms and giving a deep laugh. "In all seriousness though, we've the money to pay, and just have a slight infestation to be all smashed up by you lot. Nothing remotly big and fame awarding I'm afraid."
Millicent tilts her head, scratching the underside of her chin with a thumb. "Yeah? Well. I'm Millicent! Nice to meet you! I'll gladly hit stuff for you, though," she says with a nod and a little shake of her sword. "Just point me at 'em!"
Cirra is about to break out her chalkboard when Lilly's entrance makes her sigh in relief. She quickly signs to the other shark. <Can you introduce me to the bear as Cirra Stormborn? I kinda feel a bit embarrassed trying to figure out if someone knows sign language or not...>
"Certainly sounds like something I can manage!", Fay says, patting the hilt of her exotic sword. "I do not wish to speak for others present, but I do not believe this task as you have described it shall pose too much trouble."
Camille nods and takes the scroll back from the Ursine girl, flashing a quick smile of apology and turning to the bear, striding forward, "Well thanks for putting out the word. I had planned to go out for a walk and this gives me an excuse to do something useful with my time." she smiles sweetly, an open lovely expression on her features, cheek-guards holding her hair in place while Camille goes into the at rest position, facing the group and watching everything going on in front of her, from the finger-wagging to the work the Bear is doing on his kit, noting the nicks and replaced grips of a seasoned veteran
Lilly chuckles, crossing her arms. "Oh. That's all? Yea, we can certainly take care of it." She glances around at the others. "I'm Lilly." She gestures at Cirra, "Cirra Stormborn. Anyone have anything important to declare before we get to work?"
Thelergramor grins, hefting his cannon. Glances over the others, recognizing a few. "Easy job. Gives me a chance to test out the cannon on something living. But, other than that, nothing important to add." Glances over at Cirra, signs to her: <You know I know sign, right? We've done it before.> A quick reminder, before he shrugs once more.
The bear gives a slow nod as he begins to turn and walk back a ways, before pulling the cloth on a large half carved hallway to reveal the groups path. "Well good then. Just head on through here, mind your step for the ladder, and climb on down. Give a hollar if they start swarmin you lot too bad, otherwise just head on up to us when you're done, and we'll pay you for your trouble... Just be careful waving fire around, may be some unused blasting powder down there."
Millicent glances over at her allies for a moment and offers a nod of her head. "Anyone care to go first? If not... Well! I can, I suppose," she says, checking to make sure her equipment is secure before starting towards the ladder, beginning her descent/.
Cirra shakes her head, not wanting to go first. She does, however, follow immediately after Millicent, coating herself in her calcified flesh to protect her from the worst of the damages she anticipates she will face.
"Some of you have a lantern?", she asks to the gathering group. "If so, they should lead, but I can take point too if someone doesn't mind lending a light source." She keeps her blade sheathed, but her hand never strays far from the hilt, even though they havent even entered the darkness yet.
