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#167
07-10-2011, 12:22 AM
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"The elf was an arrogant fool, but you did provoke him. It is that kind of heavy handed tactic that concerns me. The good people of this district don't want us here because they think we will disturb the status quo. They are afriad of Fritz, but as long as they play by his rules, he lets them live their lives. If we provoke him, he will take action and innocent people will be killed. He has plenty of resources available, while we have, what, a handful of men. Even you can't hold out against an army forever. Do you think the palace district will save us? They just level the place and everything will be lost." Hermando returns Tin-T's stern looks. He knew he sounded like some bleeding heart, but couldn't stand the thought of his neighborhood destroyed.
He leads the way to the healers, hoping the elf's condition wasn't worstened by being thrown over the big man's shoulder. "Also, I've heard of your reputation," he says, a bit more tenatively, "I don't want to end up a corpse because I inadvertently said something you didn't like." 
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#168
07-10-2011, 02:28 AM
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Tin-T gave a hearty chuckle. "Don't worry kid, Until you prove to me that you're worth killing, You won't end up a corpse, nor will saying something that upsets me trigger that either. My last squad captain and I had a history before I even joined the guard. He neat me near death when I was younger, and left me. He told me to take the fact he didn't kill me that I was lucky that day, and to become stronger to one day avenge myself, and I did just that, as you may have heard."
__________________His smirk and chuckle dropped from his face. He didn't look at the man or the elf he carried, he just spoke. " You never need to hold out against an army forever, just long enough for you to spar some time for those behind you" The former captain was more "caring" than most would think, but he still reveled in battle. "Fritz will meet his end, and you shall get your revenge. Being a guard Captain, I hear stories, and you had come up in them. What these people need to know is that we are strong. Strong enough to put them where they need to be, but also strong enough to bring this little bastards carta down once and forever" He instinctively grabbed the hilt of his sword on his hip, and a small sliver of that feral grin cut across his face. "Keep on my good side and show me you're strong, and we'll take this guy out together. I owe him a favor myself, if you know what I mean" He walked with the presence of a cat stalking a mouse whilst playing with it's injured food, as if torturing something psychologically. This was his normal stride, but it was accentuated by the thought of paying Fritz another visit.
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#169
07-10-2011, 08:22 AM
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The two men leave with the unconscious elf in tow, right and out of the door through the marketplace which is once again starting to get busy with the early morning stallholders having been in place for a couple of hours now. The healer they seek has a permanent, if ramshackle house come shop set up just on the other side of the area designated as market. Inside, the front room is poorly illuminated and a cacophany of smell assaults the nose as a dozen dried and drying herbs seem to fight to be the most pungent. Inside is a dwarven woman with grey hair and a heavy woolen shawl thrown over her shoulders. As soon as Tin-T enters the door with his burden she'll murmur "Terve Autta" and point a finger at the elf, bathing him in a blue light and causing him to regain consciousness. She doesn't even get up from her rocking chair, just sits and waits for the next development with a grandmotherly smile on her face.
Whilst the others are away the bewildered Nimble is left alone, that is until there is a polite knock on the door of the guard house, Last edited by Allu; 07-10-2011 at 08:23 AM.
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#170
07-10-2011, 10:38 AM
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Tin-T smiles and sets the elf down, but holds him to let him get his bearings. "Thank you old dwarf, and here is something for my gratitude." After saying that the beast of a man tosses a sack containing 15 gold pieces. If it was more it was the elfs duty to pay, but he digressed.
__________________"I usually don't help people like that elf, but for being so old and weak, you have guts. Next time we fight though.." He paused, and it was as if the shadows in the dimly lit room cut across his face as a sadistic grin crept upon it like a slowly opening wound. "It'll be for real" That said he waved thanks to the Dwarf right now and turned for the door. This place smelled foul, and he wanted to get out as soon as possible. He waited with his back towards the others, and tried not to breath through his nose; this was hard since he was a "nose breather"
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#171
07-10-2011, 12:11 PM
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"I make a habit of not fighting my allies," Grey said. "I was trying to make a point. If I were trying to hurt you, you'd be dead, or a frog, or on an entirely different plane of existence." He dusted himself off, and walked back to the guardhouse to sit down.
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#173
07-10-2011, 10:09 PM
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Shaking his head he chuckled. "You know elf when you talk like that, it makes my blood boil, and even more so, it makes me want you to prove it. But that will be for another time." The man opens the door, and looks back to Hermando. "Do what you want, I'm heading back, but I'd love to talk about Fritz some more."
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#174
07-11-2011, 02:05 AM
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"It's no different from when you call me a parlor magician, soldier," said Grey. "You don't know my magic or what it can do, anymore than I know your swordsmanship. What I do know, however, is that I demonstrate my power in a way that does not endanger your life; you choose a method that sends me to the apothecary. And what does that say about you?" He sat down on a stool and removed his boots to rub his feet. "In the old days, there was mutual respect between soldiers and mages. I miss those days."
__________________He glanced at Nimble. "Because he's really a very strong man, and you have to admire that. But he chooses to let that strength be his only tool. Someday that fact will get him killed, and I'll have to bring him back from the dead, and he still won't respect my magic." He shook his head. "Remember this conversation, Nimble, when that day comes. Because on that day, I won't lift a finger."
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#175
07-11-2011, 05:59 AM
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As Nimble opens the door he takes in a garishly dressed gnome smelling of expensive perfumes with a nervous look on his aristocratic face. Once the door is opened he looks the halfling up and down and stammers "uhhh, i-in fact, nevermind, sorry to have bothered you, uh, sir?" The last word seems to have a questioning tone to it.
The dwarf shrugs and folds the bag of coin into one of the many creases in her shawl before smiling "Maybe be more careful dearies but come back if the watch needs any help." OOC: Just so you know you guys are still a few minutes away whilst Nimble is having his interaction so wait a bit before posting in.
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#176
07-11-2011, 12:35 PM
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Hermando thanks the old woman and heads back toward the house. He slows his pace and looks around the area for any signs of trouble. He doubts he'll see anything. Their quick jaunt down here minutes ago probably put any would be miscreants on guard. But, it was his job and put some distance between him and his two bickering colleages. Grey had mentioned a silence spell. Perhaps he should demonstrate it on himself.
Something Tin-T said earlier struck him as odd. He catches up to the man to ask him about it. "You said that you heard rumors...about me? There was graffitti about me on the house wall yesterday too. This is curious since I have only been back in town for a short while. I was away at sea for years before that. I kept a low profile and doubt anyone would recognise me, since I was little more than a boy when I left. Who would be spreading rumors about me? or even know anything about me at all?"
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#178
07-17-2011, 06:30 AM
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The gnome looks a little bit nervouse but regains his aplomp soon enough "Well good sir, I have come to report a theft. My pocket watch and purse were stolen whilst I was at the Freckled Whore just last night. I can trust you'll look into this honestly can't I? (The freckled whore is run and mostly staffed by halflings).
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#179
07-17-2011, 06:03 PM
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"Dear sir, it is my pleasure to serve you, if I can. I will look into this. Please come back here tomorrow evening and I'll let you know what I've found out. My kin, if they are dishonest, will be the first I put before the law." Nimble nods politely."Can you give me any details of the events leading up to it being stolen before I depart?"
Nimble attempts to quiz the gnome regarding particulars; suspects, events, strange things he might have noticed. Then he grabs his kit and heads to the Freckled Whore.
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#180
07-18-2011, 05:50 AM
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Upon realising he wasn't going to get arrested for saying that not all halflings are above board the gnome seems only too enthuasiastic to supply information; "Well, I was busy watching their knife artist, he juggles and throws knives y'know, I had bought a couple of pints and was quite merry, enthralled in the show when one of the halfling lasses serving drinks walked past, she had a platter covered with empty glasses so I thought nothing of it, typical tavern fare (fair?) but I suspect it was she who stole from me.
On his way to the Freckled Whore Nimble meets up with the others returning from their foray to the apothecary.
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