Sand and Stuff (Archived)

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Sand and Stuff (Archived)

 

A large hooded figure stood in the middle of the dusty street, accompanied on either side by some impressive members of the canine variety.  Civilians skirted around the stranger with a mix of confusion and dirty looks.  Directly ahead was a trough full of cloudy water, glistening under the sun.  The hot...sweltering sun.  
Vodka nearly dry heaved as she waited for the steeds to finish their drink before tossing the hood back and diving face first into the dirty water.  Mead and Brig, her two wolf-like companions lapped beside her, causing a nearby camel to bleat and moan with distress.  Her long grey-brown dreads were soaked down her back with sweat under her robe and DAMN did her pits stink.  Why was it was hot in this place?  What was wrong with these locals that they would choose to live in such a horrible place?
Still she was there for a reason.  Word had it the "headquarters" of the Assassin's Guild was stationed nearby and she needed in.  

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 22:25

It was always so strange when travellers made their way toward that water trough. They never seem to know that there was a perfectly good town not more than a stones throw over the hill. Where did they think the water came from. 
The local headed over toward the person slamming their head into the water.
 
"Hello Friend. Would you rather some better water in town?"

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 22:31

Vodka stood up and stared the stranger in the face, hard.  "You are not my friend.  I've never seen you before in my life."  Her head swiveled as she observed her surroundings, "This is a town, isn't it?  Where is there better water?  I think my dogs would enjoy it."  Her hands found their large noggins and patted them roughly, their tongues salivating with heat exhaustion out of their heavy heads.

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 22:40

"uh... Yes, there is a town over there." he pointed behind himself. "There is a saloon around there too. If you got questions about the area, you could talk to the barkeep in there." He smiled a quick smile, grabbing his animal and pulled off into the vast sandy expanse.
 
In the town, a group of guys were drinking and having a loud good time. One of them being a slender man in a suit, and bright green hair.

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 22:50

Nodding her appreciation (a custom she has observed as being common), she lifted her hood once more and led her pack in the general direction the man indicated.  
Finally stomping her way into the shade of the loud tavern, she breathed a sigh of relief and released her hood down.  "You there, woman!  The dogs stay outside!" The man that barked the order was sweating just as bad as she was under his guard's armor.  Vodka furrowed her brow at him searching in her brain for a response that wouldn't cause trouble.  "Money.  I have it.  And I plan on...not having it, here.  For my dogs.  They stay with me."  She nodded to herself as if what she said made more sense than anything, ever.
Resting her body at the bar near that obnoxious crowd she tapped on the wood hard, "Pardon me, keeper of drinks.  I'm looking for some killers.  Good ones.  Oh, and water that you can see through." 

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 23:02

Joek was enjoying his drinks with a few of his subordinates when the woman came barging in. What a strange thing to ask for in a bar. He leaned on his elbow, watching the girl and the dogs. Wanting killers eh?
The barkeep gave her some of the house water, clear as you could get in Kolshtak anyway. Joek wouldn't come out to Kolshtak for any reason other than the one he was there for now. Recruiting. Some of the wost of the worst got banished to the sands of death and truly, that was what Joek looked for. She seemed to  fit the ticket nicely too.
"Weeeeeell if you are looking for killers, you are definitely in a specific place to do soooo." He leaned back in his chair, his feet on the table. "I mean either you knew we would be here, or you are looking for those pesky political nay sayers with the sneaky ways! Is that who you are after? Are you going to be hiding behind curtains?" He giggled to himself, looking at the others in his group. They had their hands on their weapons.
"You know what. They only ever recruit those who are... born into it. They don't take people on unless it's a private contract issued by a Master Assassin." He crossed his arms, lifting one to wave her over to them.
"Lets talk a bit of business, shall we?"

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 23:09

Vodka grabbed the mug of the see-through-ish water and tilted it down for the dogs to drink from, nudging it back and forth so they would both get a turn.  The man had green hair.  What a weirdo!  Human fashions were odd.  She puffed out her chest at his words, "I do not hide behind curtains!  However...sometimes it is necessary to try."  Her cold eyes darted to his lackeys with a smirk.  Most of them were small and she was pretty certain she could eat them if she wanted to.  But that was the old ways.  Her focus snapped back when they caught the movement of his arm as he beckoned her for conversation.  Master Assassin.  That sounded important.  
Clicking for her hounds to follow, Vodka joined the group and their colorful leader for some business talk.  She leaned in, "So...are you saying you are one of these Master Assassins?  You can help me?"

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 23:15

Ryel, the Subordinate on Joek's right hand cocked an eyebrow at the newcomer, leaning in. In a cool voice he retorted, "Madame, are you telling me you've never met the Green Haired Demon? This is The Joek." Joek waved the man off, tilting his head and grinning at the other. "Master Assassin? No no, but my kill count is probably close to one. No no, I'm a teacher, a philosopher, a thief of hearts, minds, gold, and just about everything in between. "
"Not to mention the Fox of the Desert as you are known around here," the other man said. "I'd doubt someone as exotic as this would know me by that name though Maron. Also don't brag for me. It's unbecoming."
Now that he had her complete attention, he looked her over. "So what is it that has you needing a set of killers? Assassins aren't cheap you know."

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 23:30

Her head tilted when the man on the right referred to this Joek character as the Green Haired Demon, "Apologies, I'm new to town." She had heard the phrase before and it was not the first time she used it.  It was obvious his men held him in a rather high regard.  So...this man was not a Master Assassin but it was someone important and cherished by his people.  Vodka shook her head at his question, "No, I...need training.  In singular infiltration and assassination.  An army would be nice but..." her hard face relaxed in a very brief moment of sadness, "the one I need is not possible at this time." 
Vodka blinked, "I have to destroy some important members of a certain clan and I am alone as of now.  That is all I have to say on that.  What is it you can do for me and I, you?"  She was blunt but not stupid.  If she expected anything, she knew she had to return the favor somehow and it was important to get all the cards out on the table.

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Mon, 09/01/2014 - 23:37

Joek's smile only increased. Today was getting to be more and more fun! 
"Infiltration is completely overrated though! getting in without anyone knowing you are there? Where's the glory! Where's the fun in that!" He laughed, his comrades chuckling along. "No no, you gotta bang down the door, slap their wife in the face and piss on their rug! That's how you get results! That's how you get respect." He pointed at the woman. 
"Here's what I'm going to do for you. I'm going to take you with me as I do negotiations with a certain gang here, and you tell me if your little assassin dreams could possibly do what it is I can do. If you like what you can see, you can work for me. If you decide not to, fine. I'll get you the document you need to get a referral to a certain Master Assassin that I've had... a past with. Deal?"
 
He held out his hand, smiling brightly at her.

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Tue, 09/02/2014 - 14:36

Vodka grinned for the first time in a while and nodded furiously, "Yes!  I thought the same thing!  I was trained to be glorious in battle, not a snake in the grass.  Though, I admit, my method would not get me far in my quest if chosen."  Barely taking a moment to consider his proposition, the girl nodded once more.  "It is a deal."  She looked curiously at his hand for a second before taking it rather firmly and giving it a good shake.  Her people were no more orcs than they were humans or elves, yet their culture still embraced physical strength.  The handshake of this land would be replaced by shoulder punches, head butts, or....if you really knew the person, big bear hugs.  She didn't know this person so he would get no hug and he didn't look like the kind that would appreciate a nice head butt, especially with her small horns.  She would have to settle for the hand shake.  
When releasing his hand, the two beasts immediately came forward to smell him and the men around him.  She patted the hounds, "These are my companions, Mead and Brig.  They look out for me and are merely investigating you.  They come with me."  The last few words were not asking for permission.

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Tue, 09/02/2014 - 21:48

Joek leaned a bit further back in his chair, enough that he almost lost balance and had to lean forward. The 4 legs of his chair slammed on the floor with a resounded thud. With a grin, he put his elbows on the table, leaning forward and looking her over again. "What what pray tell, is this mission? In order for me to better prepare you." With a flourish of the hand he elbowed the others, getting them to listen too.
"Well hello Mead and Brig, aren't you just the prettiest of doggies!" He looked down at the vicious beasts as though they were puppies. He loved creatures like that. Perhaps, if he ended up not liking her, he'd take them. 
"Alright lassie, let's get a move on." He stood up, making his way to the door and slipping through, his two men following close behind. 
 
"What time?"
"Half day, shadows are shortest." 
"Where was the meet again?"
"Fountain."
The three of them, followed by the newcomer headed toward what looked to be an ornate fountain. Joek nodded his head slowly, looking at the Skroll with him. "Alright, here's your part. Stand at the fountain, let the dogs swim, drink, enjoy yourself. But... Wear this." 
He slipped his purple neckerchief from his own shoulders and handed it to her. "Just tie it around your neck like so."
 
His smile widened, Ryel and the other already having walked off into the crowd. "Now this is assassin's work. See if you have any talent for it. There will be a sale going on, and I need you to find out if they have in their possession, a very precious dagger. It's got a golden hilt, with jewel's embedded into it. If he has it, find out what he wants for it, if he doesn't, walk away. How you handle it is the point. So! Lets see how you do."
He stepped away, leaving the girl to settle herself.

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Tue, 09/02/2014 - 22:03

Vodka snarled at his insistence to know her back story, her mission.  Saying it out loud sounding idiotic even to her but if he needed to know then so be it.  Biting her lip she answered, "I have to kill the Orc Chieftain that has taken my land and re-claim the seat of power.  My family has been killed and my people have been scattered."  When he spoke of her dogs her brow furrowed hard.  She did not like the way he was talking about them. 
 
When at the fountain she barely had time to take in his instructions before the dogs were bounding and splashing happily in the shimmering water.  They could barely pant fast enough under the mid-day sun and their heavy winter coats.  Vodka envied them and wanted badly to swim as well.  Taking the soft purple neckerchief she looked at him puzzled but did as she was told.  She looked...ridiculous.  As he disappeared into the crowd she looked around her suspiciously, garnering her own bit of stares.  Realizing she was drawing attention by her behavior, she sat on the edge of the fountain and focused on the pups being silly in the water, awaiting this fabled contact with the colorful weapon.  Golden hilt?  Such a soft metal.  Why would anyone care for a decorative weapon was beyond her.
 

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Mon, 11/17/2014 - 21:41

It wasn't long before she was approached by an elderly man, with a can and a robe on. "Hello... I like your scarf. You know what would go well with it?" he said, smiling an almost toothless smile. "A strong one like yourself would love to have a weapon of the best quality, yes?" 
He reached into his robes, pulling out the golden dagger. "I'll sell it to you, for the low low price of 10000 gold pieces." His smile widened. "Or perhaps you'd be willing to trade? One of your hunting beasts would suffice." 
He raised an eyebrow at the rather large orc woman, tilting the blade a bit. 
"What do you say?"

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Mon, 11/17/2014 - 22:31

Lip twitching slightly, Vodka fought the urge to insult him.  Gold.  Feh.  Her expression remained stone cold as he spoke, even when he brought up the idea of using one of her hounds as pay.  She had sort of hoped for an opportunity like this to arise.  She could finally prove her cunning to her onlookers.  Yes she was big.  Yes she was violent.  Yes she wanted to body slam him with every ounce of her figure.  
Vodka frowned hard, looking to the dagger and back at the dogs.  She hesitated a long time before looking back at the old crook with a sad expression and a slight nod.  A sharp whistle screamed from her teeth and the dogs immediately came to her, wet tails sloshing back and forth and spraying the dry sand.  Kneeling, she took Mead by his large head and kissed it, pressing her forehead to his and staring at his eyes.  It was as if they were having a conversation, unspoken.  Mead stopped wagging and lifted his head, allowing her to lead him to the stranger's side.  Vodka stood close to his face, "Give me the blade now."  Brig touched noses with Mead.  
She yanked the blade from his hands and scowled at him, "Now get out of my sight before I tear you apart."

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Mon, 11/17/2014 - 22:40

The old man bowed his head, slipping a rope over the dog's head and pulling him down the road. 
He only made it a few yards when he was suddenly yanked to the side, Ryel taking the rope from the ground and walking back to the woman. "Give it here." He said, holding out a hand and letting the rope fall from his other one. 
Joek came walking out of the shop that the old man had been yanked into. A bright smile shining on his face. "Here I was expecting you to make him so upset he'd leave. Didn't imagine you'd give up a beastie for the blade. You must really want this orc dead. Well then, lets have a look at the dagger then?" With a slight push, he moved Ryel from his path, looking the girl over.
"Alright, you have a choice. I'll give you the paperwork to get you into the Master Assassin's care, or you can work for me and we'll cut him down with the army I'm amassing. Your call."

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Mon, 11/17/2014 - 22:56

Vodka crossed her arms with disappointment upon seeing what transgressed after the old man walked away.  Mead looked up at her with a cocked head and Brig whined a little.  Her expression did not faulty but she did sigh, "You underestimate me, my hounds, and our hunting abilities.  I hope that old man was not your friend.  He would have been disembowled within the hour."  She handed him the stupid blade and took her dogs to her side.
She did not like being tricked.  An army amassing to take down a Chiefton?  No.  That would be impossible.  These men were all crooks and thieves.  They were not paladins or great warriors.  The orcs would eat them and she would never reach her target.  Or they would all freeze to death in the frozen marshlands.  Even if they did succeed, she would be expected to share the throne with this Green Haired Demon?  No doubt.  No deal.
Vodka continued to pet her beasts, "I appreciate your assistance.  I believe training in assassination will take me where I need to be."  She bowed her head out of politeness.  "Thank you."

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Wed, 12/03/2014 - 23:08

Joek frowned at the answer, the two underlings suddenly far less at ease. He studied the blade in his hands, twiring it and slipping it into a bag, wrapping it over and handing it off to his left hand companion, brushing his gloves and slicking back his hair. 
"While that was not what I was hoping for, they say a man is only as good as the promises he keeps. I am a good man, despite what others may think." He cracked his knuckles, reaching into his vest and slipping out a piece of parchment. Unrolling it slowly, he cleared his throat. 
"Greetings Apprentice, 
You've been chosen by your raiser to participate in advanced training with the Master of the Shayzrenth. Immediately pack your gear and head to the manor in the forests outside of the city walls. Your training and skills will guide you in finding your destination. Upon arrival, display this letter, with the seal... which is here by the way... and begin your training to it's completion or death. 
This begins your arduous journey to gain your true name, and strip away all that binds you of this world. Congratulations, and good luck on your journey. 
It's signed by some stick in the mud that doesn't keep up with his subordinates as well as he should. Anyway, We'll just add your name here..." He produced a writing utensil, gliding over the already written name with precision. Now it has your name. "Thank you for your service... I'm sure we'll meet up again real soon. We'll be watching."
 
He smiled devilishly, turning and walking through the crowd, his lackeys on either side them. With the sea of people, even the green haired man was swallowed.