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[Psych]

"Perfect."

Plenty of guards running around in confusion, Naomi saw the moment and seized it. She ran down the corridor to the vault, pilfering as much money as she could. Her next move was to the armory next door, taking what appeared to be the tools for her future excavation in the corner. Old and worn down. Of course. Because no right minding general would cop out for new things. Good thing she had a bit of an overhead on her project now. She took a sword from the wall, just in case. She could always sell it, but you never know.

Her next plan of action to give her some time to get out of here, was to free the remaining prisoners. Searching the cells, only a strange red headed woman could be found. Naomi quickly picked the door, and threw the sword and a handful of gold at the woman. "You a mercenary? Well you just got a new contract."

[Purg]

Wolves and... spies. He jumped at the word, almost expecting to see a row of eyes turn to glare at him, before remembering that, not only did he have some of the best cover in the business, he was also a Crestian, a noble's son, at that. Even if he were a discovered enemy spy, there was likely very little that could be done to him, with his political standing. Not that he planned on defecting or being found out - the only people who knew of his occupation were his "parents," and his comrades. He was dead set on letting no one else find out - if anyone asked, he was Laterite Defaux, heroic mercenary son of the noble Crestian Defauxs, and certainly not Laterite, the cunning spy who gathered information on anyone he could.

Laterite shrugged, turning towards Ivan, now that the taller and wider man was awake. "What do you thin- oh, why do I even bother asking? Of course you'll want to go somewhere to get out of this despicable place." He gazed quickly around the establishment, to the sleeping and gambling drunks, to the decrepit build of the place, the disinterested man behind the bar. "... I can't say I blame you. I think we've been here long enough anyways. Of course, we'll have to go get Andra and Rakka." He stood suddenly, grabbing the bag at the side of his chair, removing his cloak for a moment to set the strap over his shoulder. It left his clothing exposed for a moment - if anyone were paying any attention, perhaps they would realize that not every mercenary present was a poor sellsword - but he didn't really care. Being seen for who he appeared to be was all a part of the job, a major part, really. He considered, for a moment, standing on the table and declaring who he was - but that was a bit of an amateur's mistake.

"Shall we? Our comrade will want to hear the news of activity."

[rn7]

Beatrice awoke to the clattered chaos and general disarray. The wonderful thing about her cozy prison cell was that, despite not having a single window, every single noise seemed to eventually seep down. It made it a pain to sleep, or it would, had not Beatrice already been in much worse pain. Beatrice got up and dragged her self-- all ball, chain, and body-- over to the iron bars, pinning herself against it.

"Hey! HEY! What's going on? We under attack? Hey! Lemme outta here! Hey!" Beatrice frantically screamed out. To her surprise, a women appeared from the entrance and offered her some gold and a sword. Beatrice was a bit skeptical of the whole idea, but what was the woman gonna do to her any way? Fight her?

"About dang time!" Beatrice jammed the tip of the sword into the chains on her legs and the brace on her arms, freeing herself from both restraints. Already she could feel her good old raider spirit rush back into her body. "What's this on about, lady? Somethin' about a job?"

[Psych]

"Well, let's just say, I have a few people that need taken care of. I got my money so I'm happy. After you." Naomi held her hand out, showing the way out of the cell.

"Attacks are always great for starting ruckus and helping yourself to money, aren't they?"

Naomi thought to herself. Selvano could get what was coming to him. A measly budget, stupid restrictions, a supervisor? SHe was not some child that needed baby sitting. She could hide the body before dawn, and then get rid of that supervisor when no one was around. The soldiers would certainly enjoy a nice burger after weeks without meat. Or these wolves people keep shouting about could help her out.

"So, I suppose after hiring you I should get to know you. What's your name?"

[Fayt Zelpher]

Arias arrived at Elrest a few minutes ago. He was a bit tired, but at the same time, he was eager to finally let loose for a bit, for life as a soldier, even a mercenary, was a bit too constraining for him.

'I see... That would appear to be a wolf. But at the same time, there's something not right here,' he said to himself. 'I won't attack just yet, but I do think that this could be problematic. If that's what I think it is, this town could have a big problem on its hands. Lots of very big problems...' I need to find who's responsible...

[Kanami]

As the group from Talgusta's fort slowly started arriving several noticed something which wasn't quite right. The entire city had fallen dead silent with doors tightly shut and curtains over every window. There wasn't any sign of wolves, spies or any other form of struggle. The only thing that seemed out of place was the lack of people walking around, sure it was late. But the sun was only halfway down and the deserted tavern should be bustling at this time of day.

As Arias started walking in search of something the man behind him, a bearded burly mercenary smirked before pulling out a piece of red cloth and tying it around his forehead. "Hey you" he shouted after Arias, "What do you think about my bandanna?"

Edited by Kanami, 28 September 2010 - 06:39 PM.

[Fayt Zelpher]

"Who goes there!" Arias exclaimed.

Instinctively, Arias, being on careful alert, turned around and began to cast a fire spell. As he looked up to prepare the spell, he saw that the strange figure was certainly not a feral beast, and probably not hostile. Arias put his tome away.

"There's something strange going around here," he thought to himself.

"Your bandana seems a little ragged," he said to the stranger. "Now, can you tell me what's going on? I have to run all the way to this village to chase off a pack of wolves, and there are no wolves to be seen!" Did you get a look at what happened?"

[CT075]

((Ugh, ignore my last two posts.))

"What happened here?" Bullet asked, as he arrived in the deserted-looking town. "It looks a bit like a ghost town." At least, he thought, this can help me get out of here before people begin recognizing me.

[Kanami]

The man smirked, before raising his weapon slamming it down on where Arias had only been standing a few moments ago. "Nah lad, no wolves just a bunch of scared heretics and their imaginations going wild, not like it matters to you though" he grunted as he swung at Arias again, barely missing Arias head. Rugged looking men suddenly appeared from behind the building with wide grins on their face, all smirking as they appeared with red bits of cloth wrapped around their body. The words "Bandits" ran through the mind of all who were present, but the bandits were easily outnumbered 4 to 1. "Get'em lads" A man called out as bandit-like men started charging at the group.

[rn7]

"You want my name? Beatrice, call be me Bea, Beat, Trix, whatever works. Now that we're 'friends' Miss... uh... whatever, I guess I don't have to pluck the teeth outta your mouth. I was unfairly imprisoned here by those stinkin' nobles, you know how it is." Beatrice didn't sound particularly convincing, but she didn't want to plea her side any way. She stumbled a bit as she ascended the stairs, having to constantly use the wall and her rescuer as support. "Sorry, but I'm a bit banged up, on account of the new Crestia therapy session. Keep goin', I'll be following. So who's this person you want cut open?"

Beatrice didn't fully trust the person she was following, but she didn't really care. She wanted to see where this was going before her sword hand got too itchy.

[Fayt Zelpher]

Bandits. Good for nothing scum. Makes the slum-dwellers back home look like honorable men, and that's saying something, since I've known them to be quite the brutes.

Ah well, much as I'd like to end their pitiable existence, I'm not going to risk exposing myself. Certainly not here in the middle of the village. I'm not going to get innocent people involved.

Arias used the commotion caused by this battle to attempt to escape. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he had no choice as the battle raged.

[CT075]

"Bandits, huh?" Bullet hefted the spear he had stolen from a soldier along the way. "Well, let's give them a good fight!" He threw the spear at the main group, before reaching for his broadsword.

Wait. Broadsword?

Shit.

Edited by Camtech075, 29 September 2010 - 05:26 PM.

[Tyrant Sage]

Upon hearing his orders, Shizunai grabbed his sword and his backpack, with very little in it, but enough to help him survive for a few days should he be seperated. He thanked himself that he wore thick robes to protect himself rather than armor, for he found it easier to travel that way. Drawing his katana, he charged out of the fortress and headed to Elrest.

...And there were no wolves. None he could see. It was very quiet. Too quiet. He saw some of the soldiers from the fort as he continued along but saw nothing else...

Until bandits came out behind a building with grins on his faces. Raising his sword, he winked at one of them and did a small dance to get them to charge him.

"Hey. Lookit this retard mask guy. Let's stick 'im boys!"

Well it got more than one of them, he got a good chunk of them, around 5 charging him. As one got close, he kicked him in the knee, snapping the bone before beheading him with a single strike. An axe went towards his head, but he blocked the first blow, kicking off the others, hoping for some backup.

"Bit of help would be nice!" he called out.

[CT075]

Bullet gave himself only a moment to berate himself about his weapon before going to aid the swordsman with the mask. He punched the bandit from behind, allowing the swordsman to strike. When the bandit fell, Bullet relieved the corpse of its axe.

Well, that takes care of finding a weapon.

Edited by Camtech075, 28 September 2010 - 07:03 PM.

[Kanami]

The running around had quietened down significantly outside the cellars, the panic seemed to have finally died down as the last of the able fighters left the fort and disappeared down the road to Elrest. The fort now only containing less then a hundred able soldiers with the remainder sleeping or too drunk to fight.
Soldier: "Lieutenant Helvorn, the last of the heretics have departed" the soldier whispered to the grim looking man.
Helvorn: "Excellent, everything's going according to plan, how's the prisoner doing?"
Soldier: Bleeding profusely, though he'll live, the healers have finished their work with him and he's been escorted to the cells by a dozen men as we speak.
Helvorn: Good, there's a few things I want to ask our good friend a few things before he gets incinerated by the flames of the abyss.
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The metallic door leading to the cells slammed open as a dozen armed men marched in with a groaning man in between them. The man leading the group froze as his eyes settled on the two unbound women who turned to face them just as surprised as they were. "What's the wench doing out of her bonds?" he shouted angrily, "And who the hell is that runt?" he shouted enraged indicating Naomi. Tossing the ragged prisoner aside the men drew their weapons pointing them menacingly at the pair. "Don't know who the hell you are runt but you're not getting out of here alive."

Edited by Kanami, 28 September 2010 - 07:03 PM.

[Fayt Zelpher]

Arias decided that much as he'd love to avoid letting his identity become known here, he certainly didn't want to watch this village and its citizens become bandit fodder.

Arias began chanting a spell....

The next instant, the nearby bandit realized that he had a new fiery haircut, courtesy of the mage who had slipped behind some trees. Three more bandits received similar hairdos, before Arias was finally discovered.

[Script]

The hustle, the bustle this thing called combat was just too much for poor Hubert to involve himself with. Yes, better to just sit back and let the lesser-kin finish themselves off and then take credit for the victory as was befitting his status.

Except, that man over there, setting one of those useless ruffians aflame. With a spell? Why, once this was all over he would have to investigate that disturbance. It wouldn't look good for a rogue mage to be out and about and even worse to run into a fellow spy!

[Psych]

"Naomi. As soon as the good lord General is dead and I feed that supervisor to the wolves and get back at the desert, I'll be out of your hair and you're free again. Whoops, watch your step there." Climbing the stairs supporting her new bodyguard wasn't exactly easy, but oh, would she love the face on Selvano when they got to his office.

Her mind was racing. The money would certainly hold her over enough till she could find someone else able to fund her project, and she could always find some wealthy nobleman who could feign interest. Anything to get to her ruins. They were rightfully hers after all. Five years scouring that hell of a desert and she couldn't just give up. The others had always said "Oh, there's nothing here Naomi.", or "Stop shoving sand down my throat Naomi." or even "The heat is making me dizzy." but she stood it out. The rumors and textbooks all proved there was something there. She'd stop at nothing, and no one could get in her way. Heck, the only real friends she had had lately were the sand lizards and cacti in the desert. Her colleagues never understood the big picture. It wasn't enough to simply find and study boring old ruins. You had to see what they were like so long ago. Use them. Not just let them sit in some museum collecting dust like they had been for thousands of years.

[rn7]

"Enough, Naomi, we got ourselves a bit of company. Hey guys, wanna dance?" Beatrice grinned and affectionately stroked the cut on her lip. The place was pretty cramped, which was better for fighting multiple opponents. A nice chokepoint, less room to maneuver, and at best only one could attack at a time. Beatrice quickly unsheathed her sword, held it parallel to the ground and charged. It'd be good to start with a thrusting strike-- not only did this capitalize on her weapon's range, but it would also send the frontrunner falling back, crashing into his friends.

The tip of the sword collided with the soldier's armor, making a huge clanking sound and leaving a dent. Crestia armor was decent at best, so it managed to block the majority of the strike. In reality, it would have been a better strike, if only Beatrice was at one hundred percent.

"Ugh..." The charge clearly was beyond her limits at the moment. Beatrice stumbled back down to the ground, quickly picking herself up in a second. It was clear she wouldn't be trying that trick again anytime soon. "Can you fight Naomi, or do I have to do everything?"

Latching her sword onto her armguard, Beatrice smirked smugly. "Not that I mind..."

[Psych]

"Hmm?"

Naomi turned around, wiping off her dagger. One had tried to sneak up on them from the staircase below them, obviously hiding to get the jump on the guards. She had cleanly cut his throat, and was currently searching his body for valuables. "Just cleaning up around here. Well let's keep going. We should be able to slip away carefully towards the Commandant's quarters silently since everyone's running around with their heads cut off."

Naomi quickly stepped outside to assess the situation. Plenty of bandits everywhere, apparently fighting some mage. How much did tomes go for these days? No matter, his body would hit the ground soon enough. "This way."