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Round 'em up!

Location: Yard in front of Tavern of Legend

Day 1, night

It was already dark outside and the only nearby source of light remaining were the lanterns standing on dimly lit yard in front of Tavern of Legend. Somewhere in the distance one could hear villagers heading towards the tavern to grab a drink and rest after the long day of work. Chatter and laughter used to be merrier back in more carefree times but despite all the evil that fell upon them, locals managed somehow to move on with their lives.

The air smelled with wild thyme and other common herbs smashed by the boots of wary travellers roaming the path all day long.

Chilly wind moved the branches of tall silverleaf poplars stretching across the path. Even in the darkness it was still possible to see that  most of the tree crowns were heavily infected with mistletoe.

Suddenly the tavern doors opened when three characters with drinks in their hands left tavern and stopped under branchy linden dwarfing a shack beneath. For a moment all of them were focused on contents of their glasses, but after a while man wearing fisherman coat spoke up.

Allright, listen up. I don't know how much do you know about recent events around here so I will start from the very beginning. After the the battle with the Lich-asshole-Lord and his army of smelly corpses, as you can imagine, tavern and neighbouring villages suffered many losses, people and goods alike. In order to rebuild we needed resources and for us only way to get them were by trade. Only thanks to her, ol' lady reputation out in the world - Zell pointed with his thumb at the tavern behind his back - merchants were interested in taking a risk and coming to this shithole. And why you ask?! - Zell barked and poured himself another one with such a verve, that he managed to spill a bit of bourbon on Ben and Bleidd listening to his story.

Ben started to think that despite Zells attitude towards them he enjoyed having an audience.

...I'll tell you why! - Zell remained completely oblivious to the fact, that his audience wished only that he cuts to the chase already - Because such grim circumstances always attract vultures, oh, yes and it was the case here as well. Not long after the battle was over we had all sorts of these "guests"Zell spat with contempt - raiders, looters, bandits and other vermin. Not only they desecrated our dead and plundered empty houses, like there were supposed to be any riches, but they also hunted for caravans, these assholes! These bastards knew that after the battle we had no means to protect them. Or so they were thinking. They. Were. Wrong. - Zell raised his voice waving his finger maniacally. Ben could hardly hide yawning.

Their main mistake was to underestimate us. When news of first attacked caravan reached us we organised militia from what was left of us and we hit them hard. Idiots weren't even trying to hide. They were camping near the main trading route. It was glorious, no casualties on our side. We cut their heads of and put them on the pikes as an example for...

Alright, alright, I'll stop you right there. - Ben cut in - Tell us only what we need to know, we don't have whole night.

Zell spat again - I was going to, stop interrupting! So, what was I...? Ah, the thing is, that we always managed to repel looters ourselves. It was always just a bunch of idiots that hoped for some easy money. And after we rebuild there is nothing to loot out there! So we thought we no longer have to worry about the bandits, at least not more than usual. But then these guys came.

Zell was lost in thought for a moment and then he continued in somewhat more serious manner - Yeah, these bandits are different. They are fast, hit hard and what is worst they are smart. They never attack at day, always wait till caravan falls asleep. They leave no tracks either. Luckily they are not up for killing... mostly. We had few nasty injuries but it was all so far... except for the last time. Poor Timwald... - Zell made a brake with a painful expression.

So... would you look into it for me? For us? I'm not asking you kill them, nor catch them. Any help, even information about their whereabouts could prove useful for us and it would be generously rewarded. Pay will be better if you get the bastards of course.


(OOC: So after a little [2 months?] brake we manage to start! In case somebody would be interested in joining please write a PM to me or to @Syxanthie so we can discuss how to smoothly add your character to the story. Just keep in mind that pace of this thread maybe quite slow [1 post a week at best i guess])

Edited by Kelenon
Used colors to distinguish characters for easier read

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Bleidd pulled her hood up, fading from the memories of those in the bar, long before she stepped outside. She pulled in a deep breath of the night air a prepared herself for another difficult conversation with Zell, actually that wasn't fair, she prepared to listen whilst Ben had a difficult conversation with Zell. It would be pointless for her to try, he had already turned round once and visibly startled at her presence, only to ramble on, his attention returning to Ben only to startle all over again when his eyes fell to her. Most people at least kept a vague recollection of someone, just not specifically her. Zell seemed entirely unable to keep even that basic information in his head.

Eventually unable to bear it any longer she pulled her hood back just enough to remove the shadows from her face. Finally the man seemed able  to hold onto her presence, and got on with his tale. Bleidd wasn't sure what was funnier Zell's drunken dramatic retelling of events or Ben's swinging between exasperation and apathy. When he was finally done Bleidd looked up at Ben and shrugged, she ‘d already stated she'd do it simply because she had nothing else to be doing, and didn't know the place well enough to offer her type of services to anyone else.

“Dont suppose there is alot we can do just now though, wouldn't we be better re-grouping in the morning, then asking about.?”

The Next Day

It was that quiet time just before dawn when the sky is still grey, yet to to decide upon a colour for the day. Bleidd hadn't really been able to sleep more than a couple of hours so had been out and about getting her bearings. Then back into the Tavern for a meat and ale breakfast, which she had twice, once again earning her a reprimand from the Koi-arii for her lack of decorum.

By the time Ben made an appearance she was content to be on their way.

“Don't know your current situation is with regards to gear  but i found an Outfitters and a Smith. And what I assume is an Apothecary and some kind of not your average weaponsmith...take your pick.”


Edited by Syxanthie

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Ben nodded while covering a yawn with his palm.

Yes, you're right. I'm sleepy as hell anyway. - He turned to Zell - We'll look into it. In case when we find anything where can we find you?

Depends, but I mostly stick to my house. It's one of those near lakes shore, with red shutter. If you have a trouble finding it just ask anyone, they'll show you. If I'm not at home then ask my wife. If she does not know where am I then I'm in tavern. Simple as that, hehehe... *hick*... - Zells laughter was interrupted by drunken hiccups.

Yea, I figured as much. All right, see you around. - Ben turned his head looking for Bleidd but she was already gone. He stared for few second at the place where he was convinced she was just standing. He then looked again for Zell, but he seemed to hardly see anything at this point. Ben sighted and headed alone to the tavern hoping, that Bleidd will reappear in the morning. He ordered a small, surprisingly cozy room with a single bed and wooden chair placed by windowsill. He left all his belonging in disarray and felt asleep.


Day 2, morning

Sun rays fell on Bens face waking him up. He stayed in bed for a couple of minutes thinking about what he had to do before he decided to dress up. When Ben entered the main hall tavern was almost empty except for bartender busy with cleaning a bar and Bleidd sitting by empty plate. She seemed a little vexed and he wondered if it's due to his late appearing. Before he joined her Ben got himself a cup of coffee and some leftovers from yesterdays dinner.

“Don't know your current situation is with regards to gear  but i found an Outfitters and a Smith. And what I assume is an Apothecary and some kind of not your average weaponsmith...take your pick.”

"Yeah, I could use a weapon, I doubt they have guns here though... - He made a pause to bite some bread and take a sip of coffee, than continued. - Regarding our investigation I think we should look for this Timwald fella that Zell mentioned yesterday. The way he mentioned him makes me think that we'll find him on cemetery though... but still he might have some friends or relatives that may know something so I would call this a start, what do you think? 



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OOC: So it was almost a year since a last post. Unfortunately I had no contact with Syxanthie since then so I guess she is not going to play anymore. Still I decided to finish the story solo, because why not ;).

Bleidd was silent for a moment staring at something in a room.

Yes, I thought the same thing... Listen it's quite late already and I think we should hurry if we want to make any progress on this. Finish you breakfast and get some gear on the market. I will go now and try to gather some information.

She got on her feet hanging a small bag on her shoulder.

Made some shopping already I see? Alright then, join me on the market at noon. And... try not to attract to much attention with your questions, will ya?

His only answer was a silent nod and Bleidd left the tavern leaving Ben to his thoughts. No doubt remaining here and taking a job from Zell instead of reporting to his post was a gamble. He lost a track of his original target, was deprived from his weapon and moreover - suspect was most likely a mage or someone with access to magically infused equipment  with a knowledge on how to use it. In normal circumstances he would drop the chase. First rule of handling magic users is - do not approach without a backup. And unless he knew more about Bleidd he should act like he had none. And yet he had a hunch that following the thread of the bandits could help him solving his own investigation. And working as a law enforcer he eventually learned to trust his instincts over procedures and regulations.

He needed a weapon. And more importantly he had to smoke. He finished his coffee and with his mind made up Ben rose from the stool and approached the dozing off bartender. He snapped his fingers waking him up.

Got some cigarettes? And how do you get to the market from here?


Edited by Kelenon

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