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Post by Kotetsu on Aug 28, 2015 19:04:01 GMT
To hell with the Quinn merchants dynasty, he told himself. There was a life of his own to live out there, and it wasn't going to involve riding his parents purse strings that's for sure. Where exactly that was now... he wasn't quite sure yet. The lone gunsmith had spent the majority of his time on the road, peddling his services and potentially trying to land a contract with his inventions, affectionately named Trixie and Christine. It seemed people were more often than not more willing to let him take the risk using his weapons than offering a manufacturing contract. Well so be it, if one town or Kingdom didn't work out the next would take him for sure, or rather... he'd set up shop and find his success on his own.
Etirath, this place showed some promise. It was a good enough hub for trade and commerce, and from what he heard attracted enough colorful characters that maybe he wouldn't stand out as much. Well upon his arrival he still got some odd looks from the guards. Then again, if you saw a rather lanky looking fellow with glasses and a set of goggles strapped to his forehead... and a blue tinted leather trench coat, one that was supposed to look formal but covered in burn marks and other forms of wear and tear, well... let's just say you wouldn't think this was the most well adjusted person either. The fact that he was carrying two foreign looking weapons on his back likely didn't help either. Yet there he was, waltzing into town as if nothing was off or suspicious about that at all.
The local inn would be his first stop. He was for the most part broke half the time he was on the road, but took precaution on his way to this kingdom, having scrapped and saved money from all the odd jobs he took on, going hungry a few nights or eating things he'd rather not ever eat again for a few months. His budget would allow for at least a months stay at the inn given that he still played the scavengers game when it came too food. First things first though, he'd make his way through the inns front doors, standing there in an over dramatic way for a few seconds he'd let the moment pass as he simultaneously prepared himself to barter with the innkeeper and tried to let the dramatic silence portray the idea that he was an intimidating figure of sorts. It rarely worked but Marco was a persistent guy, and was still willing to give it a try for the sake of a potentially small discount on the room.
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Post by Leb on Aug 29, 2015 1:48:53 GMT
Loretta was serving a guest his meal of roast duck with apples, a side of spinach mashed potatoes, and a large mug of ale. It wasn't terribly busy as it was still early before the crowd would come in much later when hard drinking would be deemed appropriate. In the meantime, she wiped the oak tables clean of crumbs and other spillage before tending to another guest as his meal was ready to be served. Pork Knuckle Roasted in Beer and a tankard of rum. She enjoyed the slow pace of the afternoon and only worried if the night will be carried away with the merrymaking. The gentle hum of gossip and talk did not cover the sounds of steps reaching the door. She turned to welcome the newcomer with a genuine smile as she held an empty tray in hand. With a tender voice she called out to the guest entering the inn.
"Welcome! Please sit where ever you like. We have available rooms and our special meal of the day is Shepherd's Pie!"
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Post by Kotetsu on Aug 29, 2015 4:21:53 GMT
"Dammit Marco..." These words softly fall from his mouth as he is greeted like any other guest, her voice didn't even waver in the slightest. So be it, intimidation wasn't really his thing anyways. He confidently steps in, taking a moment to brush back a lock of his hair that he had failed to tie back in his pony tail as he does. From his perspective, carrying himself well was really just about the most he could do for himself at this rate. Approaching the counter he'd hop up on a stool in a swift motion, shaking the thing a little bit as he landed, but still keeping his balance.
"The special sounds good to me paired with some cider, or some mead if you don't have that... a I'd also like to rent out a room for a week to start out." He starts digging around in his coin purse as he considers his current finances. Might as well live it up the first night and get off to a good start, he thought. The money was thin, but he was gonna need his strength if he's gonna start making some money and a name for himself in this town.
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Post by zaediir on Sept 8, 2015 3:54:40 GMT
Ilbraum strode calmly into the dimly lit bar, he had heard that it was a good place to meet the people who would become his comrades on any form of quest he partook, and so on. He spotted a lanky man ordering the special along with a bit of alcohol. He seemed to be digging an awful long time for his money so Ilbraum stood up and said "I'll pay for his room, so long as he pays for our meals. I'll have the same as he is." he announced in his deep, carrying voice.
He then threw a handful of coins onto the table. "This should cover it, aye?" he asked, a bit of the formality of his accent slipping and reverting to his old clans accent, as the alcohol permeated his bloodstream. They call me Ilbraum, and you are? He asked him, holding out one hand towards the man and giving a crooked grin.
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Post by Kotetsu on Sept 9, 2015 19:50:53 GMT
He raises an eyebrow to the man who had approached where he was sitting. Marco wasn't against people being social with him, but that was not the issue at the moment. The money on the table... he sighs at the sight of it and looks over the friendly stranger, making a point to try and not insult the man with his next words. "The names Marco... I'd say they call me that in these parts too but I haven't been here long enough for that to be the case..."
With one hand he would openly shake Ilbraums hand and the other try to discretely slide the mans coin off to the side of the table before the barkeep could collect it. Gold coins tend to make noticeable rattling noises so he'd end up having to explain his actions either way. "And although I appreciate your generosity, you can keep that for you meal plus whatever is left over. I'll not be accepting anyone's coin less you happen to be talking business with me."
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Post by zaediir on Sept 9, 2015 19:56:02 GMT
Ilbraum put his hand down onto the other mans without breaking eye contact. A spark in his eyes. He matched the raised eyebrow and smiled a small amount. "So I understand, and I will have you know that if you want to do something for me then you can simply help me take off this armor, its hell to get off alone you understand. Take the room for the first week, and that should be suffice. I'm perfectly happy to pay for you but if you insist work then you can clean my armor. Anyway. I'd like if our dinners were here before midnight so lets finish the order, shall we?" He turned to the counter and once again repeated himself. "I'll have the same as he is. However I'd like water with mine, if it's all the same."
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Post by Leb on Sept 17, 2015 6:46:50 GMT
Coins had spilled on the table enough to suffice for the lodging and the man behind the bar, Fergus, graciously circled the coins to his person. Loretta had heard the newcomer enter asking for the same as well, she nodded with a smile and left through an open doorway that lead to the kitchen area. Gladys, an elderly stout woman and a hell of a cook, stood over the pit with a pot of rabbit stew ready to be served. She had turn to meet Loretta's gaze before returning her attention to her cooking. "What'll it be?" her raspy voice seeming grouchier than usual.
"T-two shepherd's pies ma'am." Her stutter did not go unnoticed by Gladys and she made note of it aloud.
"Speak up, girl, don't make me waste breath on you."
Loretta involuntarily flinched and bit her lip in habit to her nervousness before articulating what she had said earlier. Easy to frighten and much to her chagrin, cries far too easily, this woman was more or less the cause to Loretta's afflictions, a sad truth truly for such a lovely young lass. Without so much as a peep, Loretta left the kitchen to see that both Marcos and Ilbraum had received their drinks from Fergus. He smiled to her whilst wiping down the counter top with his rag and Loretta returned it with her own nervous one. He knew that smile well, it was a smile of dread for the later hours.
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Post by Kotetsu on Sept 23, 2015 4:21:33 GMT
This wasn't exactly the kind of work he was invested in, and Marco was feeling, borderline insulted when the man suggested that he clean the armor atop of just helping him take it off. However he felt at this rate it best not to cause a scene, so he did his best not to express his annoyance. Rather as he was holding back his seething anger looking at the man, he noticed something about the armor itself. It was far from ordinary. He's surprised he didn't sense that it was heavily enchanted earlier. Perhaps there is an opportunity for him here after all.
"Ya know, I'll do ya one better. Upon close inspection I notice that ain't no ordinary armor. I'll take your offer if you feel like giving a fella a chance to tinker with it. Weapons are my specialty, but I'll be dammed if I can squeeze some more efficiency out of the magic coursing through that chest plate of yours."
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Post by zaediir on Oct 7, 2015 21:04:10 GMT
Ilbraum smiled, happy that the man had realized. He reached back and undid the complicated clasp holding down his helmet. He pulled it off to show a handsome man in his mid twenties with a beard growing on his chin. He wasn't kidding however. It was incredibly difficult to take the armour off without another's help. He sat next to the other man and ran his hand through his hair. "Quite ridiculous in that helmet it is, hot as hell for sure." He smiled at his own little joke. "Anyway after we finish our meal we can retire to one of two rooms and i will show you the armour."
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Post by Kotetsu on Nov 9, 2015 21:54:05 GMT
The rest of that encounter would go on rather predictably, the meal went on as expected, and Marco kept quiet for the most part.All seemed like once they were done eating, that he would co-operate with Ilbraums plans to talk business over the armor and Marcos talents relating to them.
Marco however was not known for predictability, or a long attention span, if anything at all. Upon finishing his meal a jingling could be heard in his pocket, not from that of coin however, but some other unknown source. Without much warning his hand lifts from his pocket and slams to the bar top. The collision of the counter as well as something in his hand creates a blinding flash of light, and when that light clears up, all that is left is a few items left behind Marco, and the swinging motion of a tavern door closing behind.
The items left include what seems to be a pre-written note, weighed down but whatever coin he owed the man, and a strange glowing crystal. The note read.... "If you are reading this, then know that I do not make haste in leaving for personal reasons, but rather note that you are one of many contact I need to make in order to garner success in this world, and I haven't the time to attend to whatever we need to talk about/do yet. Worry not, for this blue quartzanite crystal will lead me back to you when decide I am needed again... never mind that it's red at the moment."
((the most logical way I can think to wrap this up after having been gone for so long))
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