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  1. The entire company filed in at too leisurely pace for the amount of excitement Ira was feeling. Finally getting to deal a blow on their own terms was something that he had spent months waiting for, and it seemed like this might be their first chance to make a dent in the Namurian war effort. Their encampment was several miles behind them though, as two lines of men moved on either side of the main road, hoping to find the supply wagons that were rumored to be coming. Ira was near the front of his column with Quinn a few yards directly behind him. He found this a bit worrisome considering that one misplaced arrow would take a key lifeline for so many. Samuel was in the other group, Ira hadn’t seen him since they took a last swig of Quinn’s firewater before leaving and the entire enjoyment from the evening before had been forgot as quickly as the burn in their throats. It had been rough marching, simultaneously trying to hurry through forest and underbrush while trying to be as silent as a mouse so they wouldn’t tip off whomever was ahead of them. It still caught Ira by surprise however, when he crested the top of a slight ridge and felt a large man crash into him from his left. “Aarg!” he heard himself scream as the two of them went tumbling into the bushes. Ira landed with his legs on the man’s body. He reached down and pushed himself up as quickly as he could in such an awkward position, and drove his fist into the other man’s body. It was only after he started bringing his armback, he actually saw who he was hitting. “Oh shit. You’re a soldier of Lydon.” The armor was unmistakable, even if the wearer was doubled over clutching his stomach and caked in a layer of mud. Ira looked up to see a few dozen more men walking out of the woods, shaking the hands of the others and giving Quinn more than a long double take. One of them stepped forward and addressed Ira, “His name is Lieutenant Hayes, I’m Reilly. We’re what’s left of C Company, after a real rough week for us. Boy is it good to see you guys, that’s assuming you don’t hit me. What the hell are you moving about so quickly for anyways?”
  2. Ira looked up as he sat, his back against the stone walls of the castle, and saw his hand gripping the bottom of a wooden mug. Lit by numerous candles around him in the great kitchen, he had found what amounted to a home tavern while still prisoner in a vampire castle. "Wild" he thought. "One of these dropped from the ceiling, shatters on the ground. Could have a dozen dead vamps with the splinters flying everywhere." It had been a week since he had seen Quinn. He assumed she was either dead or a vampire, and quite frankly, he really wasn't sure which one was worse. He had found some sort of wine- something or another with fangs pointed him in the right direction - and he pretended like he was the honored guest of a drinking competition. At this point he thought that he was more of an amusement for the other residents of the castle than anything, but they had so far left him alone, and he wasn't going to disturb that. His wounds had healed surprisingly well considering the amount of alcohol he had put into his body the last several days. He pushed himself up off his ass, and went over to refill his mug. He didn't dare ask how old the wine was, but he had gotten drunk on much worse over the years. As the wine poured in, he tried to think of how many this was. And when the last time he ate solid food was. As he slowly inched down to sit again, his hand trembled and his mug fell from his grasp. Wine went everywhere on the floor, and as he bent over to clean it up, he caught a reflection of himself in the candlelight. Truth be told, he looked like shit. His beard had been scraggly before he even arrived, but it looked outright inhuman at this point. He hadn't washed himself in a blue moon, and looked more of a sad sack than a fighter of at least some renown. "Time to get up" he said to himself after cleaning the mess. It would have been easier if the world wasn't spinning as hard as it was. He wandered the hall way looking for Alistair. All around the castle he wandered for what seemed like days to a man who could barely stand up. Finally he came to what seemed might be the right place. He walked up to the huge doors to the room and started pound on it. "I know your in there! It is safe to say that I am no good with too much time and too much wine on my hands." If he was sober, or less stir crazy, he might have been more cautious. As it was, he decided to take his chances. "When I sober up tomorrow, either eat me, let Quinn and I go, or give me a quest. Some sort of mission I can do to occupy my time as she figures things out here. I assume she is still breathing after all. After all, she's a fighter, and so am I. Certainly you must have something or someone that needs to die, be stolen, or what not. Your wasting a man of many talents being locked up in here!" @Twitterpated @DarkHorse
  3. Would love to play an antagonist. Certainly Gypsy life would leave many scorned, many enemy’s, and many seeking retribution.
  4. 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
  5. 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."
  6. 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."
  7. "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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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
  10. 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
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
  13. @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!"
  14. 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."
  15. 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".
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