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  1. Ira and Aidan sat at the table drinking their tea tolerating the lack of power, when he saw the others burst in. This seemed to happen pretty frequently at the tavern, and Ira had been there frequently enough that he had gotten used to it by now. One of the newcomers was clearly a man, but had no visible weapons and seemed to be dressed in a very peculiar outfit. "Maybe he is a merchant, and disdains fighting" he thought. Either way, it wasn't really his business. The satyr he recognized instantly for what it was. He had heard about them before, but couldn't recall ever actually being introduced to one. He was thinking that the satyr's affairs were none of his business either until he saw the gold that he carried. At that, he picked up his ax and shield, and heard the clunk of his armor hit the floor as he walked over to them. "Greetings. What brings you here?" @Dresdnd @reverentsatyr
  2. Aidan was curious how everyone was going to fit in such a small wagon as he watched the other two decide if they were going to knock on door or not. He heard something come from the other side, and walked around the wagon to find several chairs set up and small cups already set out for everyone. "Over here" he yelled back to his two new traveling companions. Aidan walked over to a bottle of what looked like whiskey, removed his helmet and his gauntlet, and poured himself a small cup. He looked over at the redhead from the tavern and thought that it was a shame the brawl broke out while was trying to make money playing music. It wasn't too tragic because he had obviously profited off of it, but it was too bad she had not. "Apologizes again for the tavern," he said as he began to sit down "She really is quite stunning" he thought as he looked into her eyes, "I should pay her a compliment. Women like compliments." "It was too bad you couldn't finish your performance there, I admit I was being an ass. You obviously have a very pretty voice."
  3. Ira opened his eyes to the sound of muffled shouting coming from across the camp. He felt Quinn snuggled into his arms as he slept, feeling soft and warm against him. It was safe to say that he really did not want to get up. He hear more yelling coming his way and decided that it really was in his best interest. "Something is going on, lets go." he said as he prodded the other two. He jumped up, put on his armor, and grabbed his sword and shield. He emerged from his temporary home to find that the first rays of light had probably come into view about an hour ago. Looking around, he saw that Ted was just getting out of his tent as well, and looked equally confused. Ira walked over to a different Lieutenant who was walking by in a hurry. "Whats going on?" Asked Ted who reached him first, as he was still trying to get everything squared away. The Lieutenant turned to Ted and said, "Decided to catch up on your sleep this morning huh?" "This guy's an asshole" thought Ira. "Only I can talk to my Lieutenant like that." he saw the name plate on his uniform - Graham. He would have to remember to avoid this guy. "We are moving out in 15 minutes, there were a few supply wagons that were seen less than five miles from here. Leave anything that you cant' fight with." At that he took off, leaving Ted and Ira by themselves. They looked at each other briefly before Ted said, "Well, lets get too it." and started barking orders at anyone who wasn't already ready to go. Ira decided that probably should include him, and went back to his brother and Quinn. "Wagons full of bad guys are a-coming. We are heading out in 10, and it's going to be a busy day."
  4. "Give me a few minutes" he said as he left them all. He went over to the inn keeper and settled up what he had owed them. There wasn't much left since he had paid for the first several weeks in advance, but it still took a chunk out of what he had stolen earlier. He walked in and grabbed his pack, loading up what little food and supplies he had left. "Damn it Ira, if you had to die couldn't you have left me that magical sack?" he gathered up his plate mail and put that on, being careful as always. When you were a professional mercenary, your life was frequently only as long as the quality your armor. Considering he wanted to live to a very old age, he made sure that it was always exceptional, no matter the cost. He grabbed his weapons and shield and headed outside. "I suppose its time for an honest days work again" he thought to himself as he headed down the stairs of the tavern. It had been nearly a month since the incident with the vampires, and he was ready to stop drowning his sorrow and start earning his keep again. "Maybe I'll even stop by a whorehouse wherever we end up after I get paid", he thought, seeming like a good idea had popped into his mind. As he opened the door and felt the air circulate around him he had a bit of hesitation, "Going to need a bath first." He went out the door and spotted the others. Mud and Cadryn seemed to be talking to the beautiful red head who was in the bar, and supposed it would certainly not hurt to have her around as long as possible. "I'm ready to go when you are" he told them.
  5. Ira looked down at the gunman. Now tied up, it seemed that he had already been roughed up thoroughly. "Not worth it." he thought to himself, and decided that if he was going to be awake, he needed some coffee. As Ira walked by, he wasn't above smacking the gunman on the side of the head with the handle of his ax. He walked over to the bar, through some coin on the counter, and asked for a coffee. He looked outside and saw quite the battle happening in the distance. It seemed to be happening in the sky, with drastically more advanced weapons then he had ever seen before. As Ira looked down at his ax and shield, he thought about over the years how rare it was for him to shy away from a fight. But against that? He told himself that it might be one thing if he thought their might be a large sack of gold at the end, but he failed to see how he was going profit off fighting a battle for someone else. So he'd pass. And so he'd enjoy his coffee as he watched, and wait until the next chance reared its head.
  6. Ira was sleeping soundly under some covers when he heard what could have only been a gun shot or explosion. He picked up his head and let out a string of profanity until the paint peeled off the walls. Aidan was doing the same a few seconds afterwards. "Whoever woke me up, is going to die." He couldn't have had more than an hour or two of sleep, and more was badly needed. Well. He might as well get dressed, he wasn't going to be killed in his bed. He put on his armor plating slowly, he didn't hear anything else happening, so he didn't hurry. He did worry about the faun, she had proven to be good company. They walked outside and found the alien and some of the others freaking out. He walked up to Aster and said wearily, "I have a few short swords and a few knives you can use if you'd like. What the hell is going on out here? Can I kill whoever woke me up?" @Asphodel
  7. Ira sat down first then Aidan as the two reached out for some ale. It seemed like they had drawn a bit of a crowd around the table, the tavern was packed full of people again. He raised his glass to the strange looking creature that was talking to the faun. He shrugged his shoulders at Aidan and could tell he had been thinking the same thought - the creature didn't bother him. "Bear was making some people angry around here. Raiding food, attacking camps. The tavern said they'd make us some bear fur coats if we got rid of it. It's what we do. You pay us, we'll do a job." Ira was exhausted. He thought about the last time that he slept, and found it was far too distant of a memory. He went over to the bartender and paid him some money for a room. He returned to the faun and said, "I think I speak for both of us when I say that we need to sleep. Wake us up when you find something interesting." @Asphodel
  8. Ira had wandered the castle, exploring the ins and outs of the residence for over a day and a half. He had grown restless, partially due to a growing lack of things to do, but also to a real worry about Quinn. Despite the vampires insistence that she was needing sleep and relaxation to get better, nobody was in bed this long without being very sick. His body might have been still considered in rough shape by others, still bearing the trademark aches and pains of recent battle, but they had at least mostly faded. Ira knew that two days was more than enough time to heal bruised ribs an minor cuts when he had done nothing more strenuous than walking. The castle grounds were enormous, and he must have seen all of it by now. Now he had only needed to find Alistair. Prick bastard had been clearly dodging him. Ira wanted his arms and armor back, and if he was going to forced to be here, he wanted to make himself useful.
  9. We just got done a quest that was laid out by the tavern (Can't bear it any longer). Your welcome to join with whatever we decide to do next.
  10. @Asphodel @DarkHorse @jaistlyn @Twitterpated Ira tried to get the bear into the tavern, but it was quickly obvious that it just wasn't going to work. He had seen the faun go in and told the tavern keeper that she'd be waiting for him. He saw her walk back towards the group and gave a bit of a shrug. "No big deal" he tried to say. He pulled out his coin wallet and shoved some into the fauns hand, "Do me a favor, and go grab a table for four. Order us all something hot, and something to drink. It's on me". He looked over to Quinn and said, "Would you grab that thing and carry it away from the entrance, I'd hate to see it get in anyone's way as the come into the tavern." Aidan and himself helped in the effort until they were around the corner, and out of sight of anyone. Ira quickly started carving large chunks of fur out of the bear's pelt, more than enough to cover a person. "Aidan give me a hand here, and do it quick, carve off enough fur to make coat for yourself.". Ira concentrated on skinning the beast as he gave instructions to the others. "Quinn, when we are done, you are going to take this beast, and get it and yourself the fuck out of here. When that happens, we are going to be even again since your death. Take this thing wherever you'd like to bring it, and do what you'd like. And while your master and I have unfinished business, I don't want to see you again, unless you are going to help me drive a stake through where his heart used to be. This thing could feed a hundred meals to the locals, and even if your a vampire, they will still be heavily armed and unhappy." Aidan was done. He was done two pelts. "There." He said. "Good bye Quinn, now get out of here." Ira took the pelts and walked back towards the entrance of the tavern where he proclaimed loudly: "Never trust a fucking vampire, damn her for taking the bear and running off with it! Just as we were almost starting to carve the meat!"
  11. Aidan saw the fight breaking out before most of the others, and backed himself out of the crowd in the tavern. He didn't want any piece of it, not due to him being scared of a fight, but just not seeing any favor in getting in a brawl around a village mob. Instead he sat back and waited. Soon enough, everyone in the area was fighting each other without care as to who they were hitting. He had learned years ago that when this happened, people went flying - and so did they money bags. When someone got hit and was sent back a few feet, the odds were they were going to be separated from their coin. At this point, Aidan would make sure they were thoroughly reengaged in the fight, grab the loot, and then move on to the next man. At one point one of the townspeople noticed, and through a punch afterwards, but that was dodged easily enough, and then a quick blow from his shield left the villager unable to ask more questions until he was woken up. While Aidan wasn't a thief by trade, who was he to bring back a distraction to someone in the middle of a fist fight? He helped himself to a few bags of coin that had flung toward his direction, and figured that he had at least a few more nights stay in the tavern with his earnings. He chuckled to himself - the singer had skillfully done in a few minutes time what he would have worked several days for. After the rabble finally cleared, Aidan was sitting in the back, trying to order some food with his ill gotten gains. He saw the two men that he had exchanged words with earlier walking by and seemingly drawing their attention. Despite the harsh words of earlier, he found himself in quite a better mood than when they were previously encountered. Aidan smiled back at them, and raised his glass. "No hard feelings friends." A bit of coin went a long way to lifting his spirits. "I am just a simple mercenary in search of a honest days work. If you are seeking to hire that kind of person, I could certainly be of service."
  12. Ira got himself onto one knee, and brought himself up and out of the mud. Two of his ribs were on fire, definitely bruised, possibly cracked. He saw the bear was dead - this was an improvement, because he was banged up enough that he was sick of fighting for the day. He walked over to the others, and saw that Quinn was stuck inside the bear carcass. As the former doctor emerged, Ira felt the ax in his hand. He gripped it slightly tighter, and raised it a little bit. He could end it here. Remove the abomination that she had become from the earth for good. He lowered the ax and instead looked at Aidan who wore quite the grin. Aster looked exhausted as well, and funnily enough still worried after the bear was dead. Ira stepped out from around the bear as Quinn popped out of the bear. He looked at her and said, "That is going to be quite the teddy bear for Otto. Let's get this thing carved up and get the hell back to town. I could use a stiff drink".
  13. Aidan felt his ass hit the floor behind him, shield flying a few feet away. He got hit with a fist that wasn't fully clenched - a sucker punch, but he recognized a warning shot when he felt one. He took a moment to think about his actions, and admitted to himself that he did threaten to kill the man. Between that fact, and that he was starting to draw a crowd, he decided not to get pissed of and kill either of them. He got back up to his feet and eyed the smaller of the two - he believed the name was Mud. He was still resting his arm on the table, smirking in amusement. He took a step closer, reaching his left arm under the sleeve of his shirt. He grabbed the knife and closed the remaining distance between the two men, slamming it down on the table, Mud's shirt caught underneath. At the same time, he drew his sword and gave the now trapped man a smack on the side of the ass. "Too bad for me I've always been a slow learner." He let loose a loud chuckle as he pulled the knife out of the table and put it away, "But perhaps I might impart a lesson on you and your friend. If your going to hit a man, prepare for a fight, even if it doesn't come." He picked up his shield again and sat back down at the table opposite from Mud, keeping his sword drawn and by his side. "Lets talk, you gentlemen look like you are gainfully employed, and I haven't killed anything for money in weeks. What's the gig?"
  14. Ira was thoroughly clean, more so than he had been in weeks actually. He had thought about the situation he was in, and found he was content with the deal he struck. He wasn't elated at either killing or stealing, but it would have been false to say he was greatly bothered by it. For him to do so, in the hopes that he might save the life of the mother of his child would come easier than when had done it for money and glory. He had thought out his prospects and the full measure of his situation until the skin on his toes wrinkled in the warm bathwater. He had always hoped to achieve it, but he knew that the idea of leading a successful invasion of his home land was slim at best. On the other hand, if Quinn could eventually be cured, he could buy a large piece of land or a fine city house. He could hire some men to accompany him to find their child, and retire a rich man from his travels. He might eventually learn to love Quinn ... or he might not. But he had decided that either way, he would likely be happy with Quinn by his side. He got out of the tub, pulling the drain and dried himself. He pilled his dirty clothes into the corner, and walked out into the hallway, looking around to admire the castle once more. He reached out to turn the knob, and found that it was locked. "Only in a towel, my ass" he said, knowing the sure sign of being hazed. He tried again to make sure, this time giving the door a shovel to see if he could drive his way in. No luck. "Look pal, I'm going to get my clothes back on and explore the castle." He yelled at the thick wooden door, hoping that Alistair was listening. "If you wanted to have a private conversation with Quinn, you could have just asked".
  15. Aidan woke up, face firmly implanted on the drool covered wood of the bar. He could hear the sounds of the city already awakened, worrying about breakfast which was being served around him. He summoned the effort to pick his head up, and start his day. "Coffee", he thought. His head and stomach hurt so badly that it seemed like it was actually spreading to the other parts of his body. The spinning that his eyes showed slowed to a crawl and then stopped after a minute or two. He motioned to the bartender who brought him back his sword and shield - the rest of his supplies and armor were in his room upstairs. "Coffee" he said, "and keep the change for the hassle". He was proud of himself, he only slurred slightly. He looked into the coin purse and threw more than enough to cover the bill on the counter. He had officially spent everything he had earned on his last adventure, and he'd have to find work soon. He heard the sound of annoyance coming from across the bar, and figured this might be an opportunity. He made sure he wasn't going to vomit and then looked across to see what was happening. He saw a large man who he assumed was the one yelling at a tiny woman starting to warm up her instruments. If he wasn't in a mood for making money, he would have taken a pass at her, but first things first. He grabbed his gear, and got off his bar stool, stumbling only slightly. He walked over to the musician and said, "I'll throw you a discount, if you'd like I'll kill them for you for a cheap price." She looked up at him in what he took for utter disgust. "Fine", he said, "I'll deal with them myself". He walked over to the large man doing the yelling, and was slightly surprised how loud the floorboards sounded this morning. He walked straight up to the two men, still looking annoyed. He tried not to slur anymore as he told them, "She won't listen to reason and is going to ruin everyone's day." he tried to think of a price as he said it, "I'll throw you a discount on killing her so we all can enjoy breakfast".
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