[RP] Fantasia

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Cooking orcs on bonfire
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Furious flames burst out everywhere in the open alley a bit off the main street. Two of the barbarians had been burnt so viciously that even their orcish bones had been turned into ashes. One of the three orcs who had searched for cover further back had been cooked inside a wooden cargo cart. Rather stupid to hide under wood from flames. But in the end, he was just an orc with orcish brains. The orc in the warehouse was uninjured, but his eyes were in flames. Flames of fury. He burst out of hiding only to find that two of his companions remained. Both of them had been slightly burnt, but nothing a warrior orc couldn't handle. In an instant, they were charging at the wounded, spearless dragoon not any further than 20 meters away.

The orc who had chosen to run through the rotten timber walls hadn't been as lucky as his fellows out on the alley who had been burnt to nought but ashes in an instant. Yet he was still alive, fighting to keep it so. The old rotten house was fully built of wood and whereever the material wasn't rotten, it was so dry that even a tiny spark would start a fire. And so he was, battling his way through flames of hell. His cape had burnt a good ten seconds ago, as had his hair. Somehow though his skin remained intact and unburnt. Yet his body was melting inside the heavy steel breastplate. It was hot, unbearably hot. But he was one of Vadoks personal guard and he had to survive, no matter what. No bonfire could make his cold warriors blood boil. Only lust. Much for his surprise the next rotten wall he tackled showed no resistance at all and he was out on the street, half-cooked yet alive. Without much of a thought he unarmored himself. The heavy steel breastplate was thrown to the ground. As it touched the cool surface, steam sizzled off it. Next his ringmail pants. Half naked, half burnt, half dead, he stood on the street. But it didn't take long to notice his enemy, the lady dragoon. And a fellow of him charging at her. Not a second later flames hit the orcs back while some kind of aqua magic shot out of the dragoons mouth and cut through the thick steel armor of the orc. The orc stumbled, took a step, coughed, took another step, raised his longsword. And then he fell like a stick, boiling blood crawling out from the newly made cavity in the steel armour.

" You boilt my friend!" Roared the orcish barbarian while searching for his blade. It seemed tho he had dropped it in the flames. But it didn't matter, he was bigger and more muscular than the small dragoon no longer than a dozen meters away from him. He started running while enduring the pain from burns. That very moment he noticed three of his company doing the exact same, running at the dragoon.

"DIIIIEEEE!" screamed the orc to release some of the pain within his body.

"DIIIEEEE!" Roared the other three orcs, happy to see that another one of them was still alive.
For much of their surprise, cheers were heard further South the alley. At least 11 well armored soldiers were running towards the scene and were going to be there in less than 20 seconds, sure to slaughter any rebels without doubts.

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Mr. Black - That's a rude way to enter ones house
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As the old merchant was enjoying his rich tea, a loud din from just above him surprised him so, that he almost choked on a piece of meat. Finally free from the killer intentions of the evil meat, the merchant stood up, smiled to the guards accompaning him and disappeared into thin air.

" Hohoho ... it's too early to have a Santa Clause in the chimney. And in all honesty, you seem to have missed the chimney by a bloody meter." James was as cheerful as always, but when he actually saw what he was facing, the words good meter that were intended were switched for bloody meter. A black knight coated with blood. Not the most pleasant vista to be sure. Enough to make most scream, run or cry, but it took much more to truly scare the old gnome. True, seeing a black knight covered by blood did had given him a slight fright, but that was it, just a slight fright. After all, if it wasn't for the blood oath to never directly harm anyone, he would be ranked first in the mercenary organisation, no doubt about it. Yet there was this blood oath and therefore he could only support and defend with his vast knowledge in the arcane arts.

" Now, are you here to join me in my dinner or to kill me?" James asked without any hints in tone if he was angry, afraid or actually hospitable. Meanwhile, a magical aura appeared around him and three sword of water appeared out of nowhere, ready to charge at the knight.

OOC: Btw, these swords are just a bluff. He can't actually harm you =D
 
Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

Peace.

" Hohoho ... it's too early to have a Santa Clause in the chimney. And in all honesty, you seem to have missed the chimney by a bloody meter."

As the old man spoke to her, Clyuue stopped flailing and turned her head towards the man, or rather, the Gnome. He seemed hospitable enough and hasn't tried to stab her as of yet. Calming her mind for a second, Clyuue first had to steady herself. Slowly, she managed to get a steady balance on a steel hoop and propped herself back up into a seated position.

" Now, are you here to join me in my dinner or to kill me?"

I apologise for the damage i have done. I will have you reimbursed for this damage that i have caused.

The man has, at this point, summoned a trio of water swords, but Clyuue was not all too worried. If he had meant harm, he would have done so while she was entangled. He would also not have asked her for her intentions. So as long as Clyuue did not show any threatening actions, there was no reason for the man to do so either.

That bastard should be around here! That house said they heard thumpin on their roofs!

The Orcs were closing in. If they came and asked this household, then Clyuue would have to cleave her way through the house and out onto the streets. There would be no telling if she would have to level the building in the process. She HAD to get this man on her side.

Unfortunately, i will have to pass on your offer. However, i would much appreciate it if you let me rest here for a moment and if possible, some water and cloth to clean myself up a bit....

The commotions from the street was getting louder


...and if possible, please harbour me until the patrols move on a bit. If you are unable to do so, i understand and i shall be on my immediately then.
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Fantasia Undisclosed Location
Lisette de la Fenêtre, aka "The Window"


Lisette laughs heartily as she watches a figure sprint on the rooftop. The order had been passed to stir up some trouble, but she hadn't expect one this entertaining. Per her imagination, it would have been some mysterious murder. Yet reality boasts of a contrary, and one that amused her so much more. As she sips from her glass, she continues to watch the events unfold.
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Fantasia Somewhere near the warehouse
Master Cartographer "D"


The last thing that D wanted to encounter were the Orcs. It was one thing to face up to their inhuman strength and another to deal with their personalities. On a more personal level, he just disliked their smell. Still, it was not the time to allow his racist beliefs to take control. Behind him were debtors waiting to kill him in the most unsightly fashion imaginable. Either he moves forward with a race he dislikes, or step back into a fate he'll never ever like. Gritting his teeth, he held back his disgust as he replied,"Yes, I am coming with you. If you would follow me..."


He quickly moved ahead of the orc. "You may have to deal with some pursuers of mine behind, maybe yours as well, if any," D said as he jogged ahead, turning left halfway through an alley. Pushing aside some obstructions to the path ahead, he continued on, beckoning the orcs over without looking back. All the time, he moved as if in agony. He never liked the orcs and this encounter is even less likely to change that opinion, even if they were his benefactors.


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James Black - Feel yourself at home
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...and if possible, please harbour me until the patrols move on a bit. If you are unable to do so, i understand and i shall be on my immediately then. James listened carefully and then nodded of agreement.

" As long as you repay your dept to me from breaking the ceiling, you are as welcome here as you would be at home." The old gnomish merchant smiled, took a step closer to her and glanced at the damage done.

" If my judgement is right, it will cost you around 50 gold pieces and another 50 in silver. But considering this." A grim smile on his face, his eyes slightly bent downwards, a rather loud ruckus started. All the stones and wood that had been penetrated a minute before came together as James waved his hands in air. Only seconds later the roof looked as good as new.

" We make it 40 gold pieces, for interrupting my meal." After all, he was a merchant and had to make as much gold whereever possible. He then jogged by the knight towards a hatch, opened it, looked back at the knight and started climbing the ladder down.

" You are lucky you broke this part of the roof, not the central halls. It would have cost you a fortune as all of the central hall is coated with red dragonglass, a beautiful and resistant material yet more expensive than one would think. And no magic can move anything gilded in dragonglass." As he made his way down, a dozen of guards had gathered where the ladder met ground floor.

" Ser, there are orcish patrols and city guards everywhere around the merchant guild, but they don't seem to be around cause of us!" The guard was dressed in similar fashion as had been those met before in the main hall. White silken robes and a sword on belt. Silver circlets on heads, tightened behind the elven ears. Indeed, all of the guards here seemed to be of the elven kind, beautiful and glorious in their features.

" Wake all of the guards, even the reserves for security reasons. Shall there be any kind of trouble or a breech of security, I will activate the barrier and escort the dark knight of blood away through the tunnels." The gnome had finished climbing down and nodded to the guards to return to their duties. He then raised his head to catch a glimpse of the intruder who had become a guest.

" Don't worry, they won't stick their noses to this guild of merchants, not anymore. Over the past month they have sent more than 30 assassins to here, but they seem to run out of assassins as none who entered here never left. There were so many that I even had to make the underground dungeons and prisons a bit bigger to fit all of them." This was told with a proud voice, obviously a boasting man the gnome was. A second later, a dwarven defender with a lute entered the room. Known to many, this was Mr. Blacks personal bard.

" Play us something cheerful, the knight seems to have had a rough night. Oh, your room is the third to left that way." Told James while pointing to a door.

" I will meet you again in the bathroom. The bard will show you the way once you're finished dressing." And that very moment, the gnomish merchant disappeared into thin air.

" Uh ... that way me lady. Oh ... a bard always knows if the hidden one is a woman or a man. Warrior women are particularly distinguishable" Hurried the dwarf to explain how he had realised her true gender.

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Craven - You sure you know the way?
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It was obvious to Craven, the orc with elven wits, that the man didn't like his company. Yet it seemed that as much as he disliked him and his kind, his fate would have been worse had he not joined him. And now they were jogging through the small alleys and streets, passages and even abandoned houses. The mysterious stranger in front and the three orcs closely behind.

" uh ... where are you going? " Asked the warlock with his heavy orcish accent. Indeed, Vadok had noticed weird turns and alleys he had never seen before, but somehow he had kept track that the direction they were heading was the right one. But just now he had lost his confidence as there seemed to be no one building that he knew, nor no landmarks in sight to orientate.

" If this is a trap, you will end up headless!" The messenger was about to charge at the man but Vadok looked angrily at him tho make his disagreement with the messenger clear. He had this weird feeling that this man was knowing what he was doing. Yet half of the time he had another feeling that he will be assassinated any moment. And that seemed to be rather wrong as he was still standing.

" While I'm thanful for your guidance good ser, I have to admit I lost track of our direction after we crossed the moat. We should be close, that much faith I have in the good ser who has decided to lead the way, but I would still like you to inform us of our position." Cravens voice was much more gentle then the ones of others of his kind. So were his words. Elven courtesy they called it. This courtesy was enough to make one realise that Craven was no ordinary orc, but one from songs and stories. A Vadok.

OOC: Just so you know, there's a time gap between the events of Vadok and Black. Indeed, Vadok is behind time-wise. In reality, at the time that Tipsy made it to the merchants guild, Vadok is in City Night market, organising hunting parties.
 
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[OOC: Really? Okay then, I guess I'll have the character help move things forward. On a side note, 100 gold pieces is the usual price of some moderately priced jewellery. IE. D is shamelessly overcharging.]

Fantasia City Night Market
D, the Master Cartographer


The smell! D paid the orcs no heed. What they said mattered less to him than their odor. As soon as he was home free, they would be of no use. Their security in the present is all that was needed and was the only reason he would stay within reach. If not for his practical need for security, he would be contemplating a way to scare the orcs away. Maybe something worse, but for a similar end result.


The orcs were noisy, at least, to him. They seemed to be engaged in a conversation of some kind and realizing it could have involved him, he glanced back over his shoulders.



"Now, now, I don't know what ye orcs were talking about, but we're reaching the City Night Market. Rather. We're in it, just need to make it to the exit."


Which should have been obvious to anyone who could listen. The cacophony from the bustling and famous Fantasia Night Market was hard to miss. Goods of all kinds were bought and sold here and every instance of the night market, no matter which day was it, would always be filled with throngs of people. No doubt a pickpocket's favorite place.


Beckoning the orcs again, D walked out of the exit into the open street. "There ye go, the Fantasia Night Market! Now. You owe me a good 100 gold pieces here."
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Fantasia The Mansion of Dreams
Final: Enigma


"How very brazen."


Enigma's female voice sang with lightheartedness. No one could smile at all. This was a familiar tone of voice that people normally associated with joy and happiness. Not with Enigma who reserved this tone for the most vexing of situations. The members ranked 1 and 2 stood at attention, awaiting their leader's return to the topic.


"Ah, Reles. Reles. Reles. Reles. Woe is Reles. Woe is he. Bring woe to him. Fast. Swift. Harsh."


The two ranked members nodded and left the room, leaving Enigma alone as he continued singing in his female voice.


"Ah. Reles. Sweet Reles. I wonder, will your death be sweet? I know my vengeance will be."


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Genesis
Final
Neutral


The Master Cartographer
Saving D from the clutches of his creditors is step one. Will Vadok be able to convince D out of his racism against Orcs to provide Final (or simply, Vadok) a copy of his "master map"?
 
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Craven - You got some serious guts
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He felt the night breeze upon him when they came out of the small alley to the famous Night Market. Fantasia was a city of wonders in many a sense, and this was one of those wonders. Every night it would open with a brief show of fireworks and lights would start to shine brighter then stars in the sky. Thousands and thousands were walking in the great square to find whatever they heart longed for and it was likely they did find it. If not in the stalls of the square itself then in one of the surrounding shops. But there was one building that stood out the most from the bunch of inns, taverns and luxury shops and it wasn't there to sell merchandise. The famous fighters guilds colosseum stood tall in comparison to the shops and the stalls next to it and was well known all over fantasia for the matches and duels it hosted every third night of the week. It was much different from a fighters pit though as here the fights were with blunt weapons and no harm was meant for others. In fact, killing someone in the arena was often rewarded with getting hanged. Therefore there was no direct threat for your life and that was the very reason why it became the most desired arenas to fight on for noble knights and members of the fighters guild. It's said that thanks to the profit earned from the arena, from both the tickets and bets, fighters guild had become the second most rich guild in the whole Fantasia, only poorer then the merchant guild of fantasia. Which of course made sense. But it wasn't the arena Vadok was heading for, it was the tavern " Dragons Pit" to the right of the arena. Rather big and fancy, it was the favorite tavern for members of fighters guild and many a good knight.

"There ye go, the Fantasia Night Market! Now. You owe me a good 100 gold pieces here." Vadok burst out of laughter while the messenger had unsheated his sword and was ready to behead the man. Yet Vadok raised his hand with a pouch of gold. But it wasn't just a pouch, it was a big leather one filled till the edge. Judging by the size, at least a hefty 200 gold pieces. A fortune many of the poorer folk will never earn in their life.

" You good ser don't seem to understand the value of gold coin in this city. For a hundred coins you could live like a noble man for a good week. Dine in the finest places, sleep in the most famous and elegant of the inns, have any woman you want and still have some silvers left. So your wish is too much. But I'm a good and noble citizen of Fantasia and offer you 200 gold now shall you accompany me for tonight and lead me to another place, much later in the night when the sun isn't far from raising. Shall we make it there in the shadows, I will reward you with another 200 gold coins. Vadoks word on it." While Vadok was holding the bag out for the man to grab, he turned around, the pouch still in the huge hand. He expected the man to follow as 200 gold coins was more than a fortune. And he would get it for almost nothing.

" Follow me to the Dragons Pit, dine with me, take my 200 gold coins and enjoy the company of the finest fighters in the city. And then when the market starts to settle down we head off. I can show you where I want to go on a map if you happen to have one. And remember, I want to go unnoticed. If you can provide me that service, you will have earned 400 gold coins with one night. More than most of the noblemen earn with such a short time." And then Vadok turned his look to the Dragons Pit. A moment later he was walking there, not seeming to care if the stranger would follow him or not.

" I say we ought to kill that bastard ... he doesn't seem to be worth of your coin master!" The warlock muttered in orcish accent, but clear and loud enough for the stranger to hear.

" I say that shall he not accept the coin and the job, you two can do with him whatever you want." This time his voice wasn't as gentle and friendly as before. It was more orcish manner then elven for sure.

" Even eat alive?"

" That you may, on these very streets and none of the guards will stop you." Vadok didn't pay much attention to his followers or his own words as he was deep in thought. It seemed that the stranger knew mysterious ways through the city, or at least this district. And he needed someone like him.
 
OOC: So shall we treat it as if 1 gold is bout 1 USD? Btw Solid my character should be looming tall, and can meet most Orcs. So she should be towering in terms of height over James and the dwarf

Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

Safe for now.


" As long as you repay your dept to me from breaking the ceiling, you are as welcome here as you would be at home. If my judgement is right, it will cost you around 50 gold pieces and another 50 in silver. But considering this We make it 40 gold pieces, for interrupting my meal."

That is no issue. I will make sure a retainer bring by the repair cost once i reach home.

40 gold pieces was nothing for even her own retainers. Cheytan standard of living was ridiculously high comparatively to other nations, mostly due to its unity based ideology and structure. All served for the greater good under its Emperor, whilst its Emperor served its people. As such, one will never find a Cheytan that is willing to betray its own kind. In this case, Clyuue would ensure that the money is repaid, even if she died within the night. Her little crash drew the attentions of the household guards, which now mulled around the attic staircase in case something was wrong

" Ser, there are orcish patrols and city guards everywhere around the merchant guild, but they don't seem to be around cause of us!"

Orcs were also persistent as they were strong. They would be out until the wee of night before they start loosening up their search. Clyuue would have to hunker down until she can sneak away. It would be best not to cause collateral damage.

" Wake all of the guards, even the reserves for security reasons. Shall there be any kind of trouble or a breech of security, I will activate the barrier and escort the dark knight of blood away through the tunnels. Don't worry, they won't stick their noses to this guild of merchants, not anymore. Over the past month they have sent more than 30 assassins to here, but they seem to run out of assassins as none who entered here never left. There were so many that I even had to make the underground dungeons and prisons a bit bigger to fit all of them."

That was impressive, fending off repeated assassin infiltration from Final. But she could not give any form of reaction besides a bare nod. She was in a secret mission and it was best not to reveal too much emotion or hints. This old man seem very keen eyed and Clyuue did not want to leave any hints that may point this blood knight back to the name of Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu. As he retreated back down the ladder, he was replaced by a dwarf guard carrying a lute.

" Play us something cheerful, the knight seems to have had a rough night. Oh, your room is the third to left that way. I will meet you again in the bathroom. The bard will show you the way once you're finished dressing."

Showing her appreciation once again by bowing her head before he disappeared, Clyuue turned to her new guide.

" Uh ... that way me lady. Oh ... a bard always knows if the hidden one is a woman or a man. Warrior women are particularly distinguishable"

On instinct, Clyuue reeled slightly in her armour. That was one hint that was leaked. On reflex, she subtly checked to see if she smelled any different. She was sure she instructed that the Dark Lord armour odourless and that it be constructed as genderless as possible. and then.... there was the line "i'll meet you in the bathroom". Surely that gnome was male and despite anything, Clyuue was not going to freely go into the same bath as a stranger. She had to ask the dwarf about this.

Ahem. Excuse me. I am slightly perturbed by your friend's comment about the bath house. I am not in a situation where i can remove my armour freely even amongst females. I am happy enough to just clean up my armour privately in my room, but i do not wish to insult your master. How do we go about this where both parties can be placated?


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After listening to the ladys concern, the dwarf could do nought but giggle in a rather weird way, probably common for the dwarven kind. His blue eyes looked far up at hers.
Deeper and darker than eyes of blood yet somehow more elegant. Like a dark ruby. The dwarf blushed at the beauty of those eyes and opened his lips to say a few words.

" You are yet a little girl it seems to me, afraid of naked gnomes in a bath. But I guess it is appropriate for a noble lady. By looking at that armor you must be a noble lady or a bloody good thief. Because that fine smiths work is very well forged. Not a dwarven smith, but a good one in any case. And that kind of work costs more than a fortune. Probably two." The bard stopped for a deep breath.

" If its clean armour you want, you should go to bathhouse and tell the gnome. His spells can wipe it shiny faster than you can say your name. Now on the other matter, he won't mind a bit if you don't want to take your armour off. After all, he isn't of the human race. Manners of nobles and lords don't concern him all that much. Now then, if you don't wish to change clothes, follow me to the bathhouse." It seemed as the bard run out of air as he finished his sentence. He took another great breath and started singing a song of a famous Cheytan general of ages past.

" The golden hair, the golden hair, so long ... so long. " He walked by a few doors and then down a short stairway towards a big and fancy door. Two of the elven guards met before smiled warmly and opened the door. Steam burst out from the room and moments later revealed a big pool rather than a bath.

" Took a while my friends."

OOC: I don't know about that 1 dollar 1 coin. It seems to me that a gold coin would be worth more. And that he is ripping you off with the 40 coins =D
 
[OOC: Hm. I imagine one gold piece could buy a filling meal. So one gold would take a fair bit of work. Perhaps then, an average salary worker would earn 3 gold minimum - excepting those in poverty. And Solid, from here on, D is an NPC that you can control. Do note he only works for money. The copy of his "master map" is his memory.]

Fantasia City Night Market
D, the Master Cartographer


200 Gold! D had been planning on ripping the Orc off and running if it fell flat, but he didn't know he would hit upon such a windfall. 200! That's twice of what he was planning to rip that Orc off for. Then there's another 200 should he complete the second task. Looking down at the waves of people, he had to muster all his strength just to hold back the smile that was just struggling to emerge. All racist thoughts that could have been had were gone now. In its place was the money to be earned. He can't be bothered that this was an Orc he was dealing with, and Vadok no less.

Vadok... Despite his dislike for the Orcs in general, there were a few names that stood out. Vadok was one, just simply for it's sheer fame - or infamy. Whether or not the name stood out for anything good didn't matter now. 200 Gold, or 400 gold later, changes many things. One of which is what he will now do. Even the main orc's underlings cannot stop him now. At worst, he'll just run again and won't be so easily caught.

He'll need to establish a strong benefit that only he may possess and provide in exchange for the shiny golden coin. "Well, I won't deny not liking ye bloody Orcs, but 200 gold is a lot to talk about. I know every nook and cranny of this city, as ye would have seen earlier eh? I won't settle for 500 pieces per instance you call upon my service," D says, his eyes gleaming with greed.

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Craven - Just another step closer to the goal
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It seemed as Vadok had once again gotten what he desired. If the man was telling the truth and it seemed likely he did, he had a serious trump card at his disposal. After all, Fantasia wasn't just a city of wonders, but one of great mysteries. Gods only knew how many secret passages and alleys the city had. Of course there were secret maps sold in the black market that had more information than any other map in the shops, but even those lacked dozens of details and secrets. To think about it, Final had been in the city for more than 10 years yet their maps were almost as inaccurate at times as the official city maps. Not to mention the misdrawings but the missing hidden ways. But now it seemed one who really knew the way around was his. As long as he was paying him plenty. Considering that he was a Vadok, giving him access to Vadoks family reserves in many banks, ex- rank nr.1 in Final, a rather known investor and a high ranking member in fighters guild, Craven could afford to spend amounts of money that many only dreamt of. In addition there were numerous rumours that Vadok was asking gold from black market dealers for providing protection. That was partially true. He sold Finals protection to any criminal merchant in the city and kept a good quarter of the money for himself. Of course the officials in Final were aware of it, but a quarter was a small price for all the hassle he went through to get them to pay him.

" My fellow fighters!" Vadok roared as he entered the Dragons Pit. Half of the men in the tavern knew him by voice and stood up, cheering.

" VADOK; VADOK; VADOK!" Rumours of him beating the rather renowned gray-orc earlier in the day had made it to the tavern and the fighters were all cheering for their "brave" brother in arms. The two orcs were close to Vadok while D kept some distance. Even if there was money to be made, orcs were still smelly as hell. Craven the coward was shaking slightly, probably of fear. There were too many who he didn't know and that meant the odds for meeting a spy or two of his enemies was high. Or even worse, maybe an assassin.

Not much longer, Vadok was sitting with D next to him around a huge table. More than devils dozen were sitting nearby and listening to every command of the famous orc.

" And here we send another 10 fighters to reinforce my orcish patrols. Down this alley ..." Vadok was interrupted by D who had been drawing many a new road on a map the fighters had brought out to plan the search for the criminals met by the warehouse.

" There's an old road here, go down there and you will end up on the main street much faster." D's knowledge was impressive indeed. Even the fighters of the guild were dedicating a toast or two for the geologists.

" Right, so now you have yall orders. Get this search party going and don't stop before you bring me the head of this dark knight!" With those very words, half of the tavern cheered and rushed out to organise their soldiers and guards to search for the two rebels.

" They won't find them will they?" Inquired Vadok.

" I doubt ... the city has too many places to hide in. Unless one of the first two groups who have been searching from very beginning haven't lost their track, it looks like a lost gamble" Craven grinned and gave D the pouch. 214 gold coins D counted. 2 of which he wasted to order the finest wine in the tavern.

" Don't get pissed like a donkey tho, I need you in a stable state to head off in half an hour... Oh and one more thing. If anyone offers you gold to betray me, come to me and I offer you double to stay true."
 
Elvire Orleans
Cutting her Losses

Even though the second orc went down another three moved in to charge at the Dragoon, now surrounded. The other female left the battle, which meant she had no reason to stay around. Her adrenaline pumping, she quickly made for her spear, keeping a light foot on her injured leg. She pulled it out of the orc's corpse before jumping as high as she could with one leg. It wasn't that high, but high enough to reach an open window on the third story. Placing her spear inside first, she was able to climb inside, hoping it would buy some time to try and do a quick heal on her leg and allow a favorable escape.
 
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The dragoons jumping capabilities came as a sudden shock to the orcs who had believed that the injured female would show no resistance. Unfortunately for the orcs life wasn't always as easy as they had hoped for. Yet on the other hand, they could have some fun chasing the wench down. After finding an entrance to the building, two of the orcs rushed in and started to make their way up the stairs. As they were half-way up, additional noises came from the stairs. Likely the reinforcments. Another 10 seconds and they were smashing doors open one after another. Until they reached the door of the room she was/had been in. One stayed further back to catch her shall she try to run by the first orc. The first orc kicked the door open and took a careful step in, his sword tightly gripped.

" Come out where ever you are."

Meanwhile the reinforcments had made their way to the heavily burnt orc who decided to stay on the street. He ordered 4 of the guards to run into the building to support the 2 orcs already there, another 4 he told to start chasing the black knight and 3 were to remain put to make sure the dragoon doesn't jump back out of the window.

" Good luck ..." Whispered the orc and released a stern groan. He had survived the flames, but the injuries were rather serious and bloody sore. As he had walked about 20 meters down the street, battling the terrible pain, 2 full companies of Vadoks security dept. run up to him.

" Orders ser?" He tried to smile, but his face was half chaco and the muscles didn't listen to their old master.

" 4 of you help to chase down the female dragoon in that building." Burnt meat pointed to the building the dragoon was supposedly in.

" Rest of you create a perimeter to search the area for a dark knight in black armour. He run North-East not longer than half a minute ago. Understood?" No answer but they seemed to understand as the search parties sprinted towards the supposed direction of the fugitive.

As Burnt Meat was making his way to the city Night Market to meet his master, a company of at least 20 orcs walked by him. He was positive that he knew almost every well armoured and renowned orc in Fantasia, and if not individuals then the groups by their symbols, clans or leaders, but all of those were unknown to him. Puzzled he continued his walk down the alley.
 
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Elvire Orleans
Sometimes It's Bad To Work Alone

The sounds of footsteps rushing through made Elvire's heart sink. She was certain that the enemy was going to barge in. She limped her way to the door, pulling out her Dagger as she slowly walked to the side of an adjacent room on the left, and hid by the side, leaving her spear within sight of the first room before hiding in a darkened corner. As soon as the orc kicked the door down, she waited patiently for him to unknowingly come into that room so she could pounce in and silently kill the guard. All she could do was to wait for the stupid creature to come in and attack. She can't afford to make a mistake now.
 
OOC: Hope I'm not making it too hard for you =D

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" Zihac! Get the hell out. You hear that sound, they have torched the building!" The second orc had obviously noticed something that the one on the doorway of the room couldn't afford to pay attention to. After all, the dragoon could be anywhere, ready to strike at him. Dim smoke fighting their way through the slits and cracks on the wooden floorplanks made it clear though. Too bloody clear that there was a fire somewhere. Within seconds loud flamey cracks could be heard and the room temperature started to raise rather fast. Just as the orc would have made it to the dragoons range, he turned around and sprinted away. Without wasting a moment, the two orcs were charging through smokey corridors and eventually through flames. They were on the second floor when the stairway became impossible to be of use and so they jumped out the window. The smaller landed cleanly and stood up as fast as he had fallen. The second bulkier orc twisted his ankle and released an angry roar as he saw even more guards then before all around the building, with torches and swords. Few eyeblinks later even the third floor had picked up some heavy flames.

" You are all mad men ... willing to sacrifice us ... " The orc with the twisted ankle didn't like being treated like a puppet, but he was an orc and understood the ways of war. And in war this would have been common sense. But what angered him most was the fact that it was flames all over again. Just minutes ago he had almost been roasted alive and now again. He roared something in orcish and walked to a defensive position next to the building. Only now did he realise that this building was a lonely one and there was an alley on each side between it and other houses. Perfect for flaming enemies out and then catching them.


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The once so crowded tavern had become rather lonely. Only the cheerful D boasting with his gold, Vadok and his warlock were sitting behind the biggest of the tables. In one of the corners there was a member of fighters guild who had been too drunk to go out for the manhunt and chatting with the bartender was an elegant elf. Quite a rare sight in the Dragons Pit, but nothing unheard of. As Vadok finished a mug of the finest beer from Northern lands, a familiar figure walked in.

" Burnth Orco? " Cravens surprise was big as he noticed that the orc with an interesting name, Burnth Orco had indeed become a burnt orc. Half of his face was chaco black, the other was bleeding from burns. His neck was as bad as his face but it seemed his body was in a better state because he was walking rather fast. He took a seat on the other side of the table, ordered a mug of beer and reported everything that had happened.

" Bloody hell ... I knew I felt some magical aura emitted from him." Shouted the warlock before finishing his beer.

" Well ... I'm thankful for your report, you serve me well Burnth Orco." Craven as about to add something when Burnth interrupted.

" There's one more thing ... I saw some very well armored orcs on my way. A group of 20 or more yet I knew none. Not only that, I didn't even recognize their clan nor their leader." Those words seemed to frighten Vadok much more than the fact that a single knight and a dragoon had finished a good part of his personal guard. He dug deep into his glass of beer until there was nothing to drink.

" Go get yourself treated in the arena. They have some good healers there. Otherwise this might be the last time we see each-other." Craven stood up, smiled in his usual awkward looking fashion and told D to follow him.

" It seems my guests and their stalkers are already in town. We have to hurry!"
 
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OOC: So id guess a gold piece would be round 20 30 odd bucks then or around there in any case. So i got charged basically round 800 or so for the roof. Sounds bout right

Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

Safe for now.

" You are yet a little girl it seems to me, afraid of naked gnomes in a bath. But I guess it is appropriate for a noble lady. By looking at that armor you must be a noble lady or a bloody good thief. Because that fine smiths work is very well forged. Not a dwarven smith, but a good one in any case. And that kind of work costs more than a fortune. Probably two."

It was a given. Dwarves were well known artisans of metalwork and arms. It is nigh impossible to hide defects or quality from their discriminating eyes. It had a good feeling that a dwarf had approved of her armour. A compliment to any blacksmith. Clyuue was sure to send a letter home to Dias about this.

I have often been told so that i have yet matured enough. That cannot be helped.

" If its clean armour you want, you should go to bathhouse and tell the gnome. His spells can wipe it shiny faster than you can say your name. Now on the other matter, he won't mind a bit if you don't want to take your armour off. After all, he isn't of the human race. Manners of nobles and lords don't concern him all that much. Now then, if you don't wish to change clothes, follow me to the bathhouse."

That sounded handy. If the Gnome was capable of repairing the hole like before, there was no reason removing blood and cleaning her armour would be anymore difficult. She had to resist saying that she wasn't human as well, but that would not be wise. Already, she regretted saying that she has yet to mature. At 24, she was but a chick, even by human standards, never mind Cheytan standards.

" The golden hair, the golden hair, so long ... so long. "

Clyuue couldnt help but rock her head a bit to the song. Coming from her family, the kids training often sung songs during marches and exercises and this one cropped up quite often. It was nice hearing it sung properly rather than from the gasping breath of exhausted trainees. Silently enjoying the song, the duo arrived at their destination, where two elven guards flanked a large door. Steam flooded out as it opened, revealing a large indoor bathhouse. It was her kind of luxury. Quickly as to not let all the heated air out into the corridor, Clyuue stepped in.

" Took a while my friends."

Thank you for your offer to lend me your bathhouse. However, due to secrecy sake, i am rather reluctant to remove my armour nor my helm. I would just be most grateful if i can wipe off the grime and blood from my armour.

Saying she is unable to remove her armour wasn't strictly correct. She could remove her pauldrons and her side skirts and gauntlet if needed, but it still felt somewhat wierd being not only clothed, but armoured in a bathhouse.
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After listening to the knights request, the gnome snorted out of disappointment. Yet he granted her wish and the armour looked at least as shiny if not shinier than it had been when the smith had finished polishing it. For a moment, the gnome dived into the pool, deep into the steaming hot water. As he emerged, his eyes gazed on her.

" Ser, don't think that I'm offended of your wish to stay in your comfy armour. No, not that. It's just that I, a wamth loving gnome, find no better place in whole Fantasia than a good old steamy hot bath. See, I'm a hefty four centuries old and my skin needs every treatment it can get. Otherwise it might start to look like those of the old hags in the beggars district." Before he gave time for any reactions, a magical aura gathered and spun around him. His eyes turned glowing green and it seemed as his spirit was not in the bathhouse. The bard didn't heave any attention to it, but it must have looked if not scary than at least odd to the knight. Seconds on and the gnomish eyes turned to their usual colour and the magical aura started to fade away.

" Oh ... I'm sorry to be rude, but there are more than a hundred guards around this building. Good half of them are orcs. I doubt it has anything to do with you, but just in case they do look for the black knight." Without the slightest movement, it seemed as the armour the lady was wearing was turning green like emerald.

" Don't worry, it's just an illusion. Pay them no heed when they come running in to this room, we continue our chatter and they shall be off sooner or later."

" You gave them allowance to search the guild?" Inquired the bard who had finished the song. He seemed a little surprised considering how often he had not allowed the servants of Final to enter his estate. On the other hand, it seemed reasonable as a hundred city guards could have caused quite a ruckus. And brawls are not good for a merchants business. In addition it was quite certain that the guards wouldn't dare to challenge the high-elven guards who all were more than adequate with magic. In truth, they were the famous spellswords of the merchant cities far to the West. Each and every of them was renowned in their hometowns as the best in their art. So there was no direct threat to their lives, not at least to the gnomish and dwarvish one.

" Me lady, I'm sorry for the next song, but it is to please the orcs." Once again, the dwarf took a deep breath and start to sing a famous song about the Dragonbane of Vadoks.

" It rained so heavy, it rained so bloody, his umbrella on his head. Rain of blood, cry of dragons, he was the dragonbane." Not a minute later more than a dozen of orcs charged in to the bathhouse. Some of them jumped to the baths, others very mocking the elven guards who had now gathered all around the bathhouse.

" And who is this shiny knight?" Demanded the fiercest of the orcs when staring at the armour. He was one of the orcs who had actually seen the dark knight running on the rooftops and this knight was the exact same height as had been the dark one, not to mention the similar armour, just of different colour.

" Master, com eer, this bard knows the song of the dragonbane! Our lord Cravens father." These words were enough to distract the fierce bulky orc who was about to identify the knight as the dark knight. They stood around to listen to the verse and sing along with the chorus and then buggered off, one after another.

" This was rather close call ... so Vadoks personal orcs ... not half-bad, not half-bad." The old gnome seemed to fall into deep thoughts.

" So me lady, what are your plans? Are you staying here for the night or try to make use of the illusion spell on your armour and walk to whereever you are from." As weird as it might have seen, the bard had enjoyed the orcish company singing along with him. But I guess it's like that for any musician, no matter the audience, if they sing along its a good praise to your skills. Or to the booze in some situations.
 
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Elvire Orleans
Trapped All Over Again

The sight of the Orc's leaving the room made her breath a sigh of relief only to smell something burning. Limping to the window she looked down to see the building on fire, the flames climbing up faster. "Damn, that's what I get for questioning an Orc's smarts." She thought in her head as she ran down to get some water. Using what little moisture from the air she got enough of a cloth wet to cover her wound, and numbing the pain. It wasn't much, but she should be able to use her injured leg a little more.

At that moment the flames had reached the third floor and the room that she was in was starting to catch fire, Elvire grabbed her spear and began to jog her way to the room, in line with the window. The moment she got a chance, Elvire jumped out the window, as she looked down, she saw orcs converging in on her position. The Felidian Dragoon decided to use the one closest to her as a jumping point to the next house, and jumped down, aiming for either the tip of his sword, or if he didn't raise it, his head, using the sides of the point to jump to the next house.
 
[OOC: Enter NPC 1! BTW, we need to progress past the first night for more epic things to happen. Some events for Genesis members available.]http://finalfantasyforums.net/showthread.php?t=51790&page=4

Fantasia The Mansion of Dreams
Final: Vladimir "The Darksworn"



Vladimir growled at the obstruction before him. This was precisely why he hated so much to walk through the Night Market. Throngs of people walk about so freely and uncaring about who they should not block. If not for the discreet orders of the Leader to not conduct a massacre, he would have murdered all these people for simply blocking his path. Then again, he doubt any of them could have put up much of a fight. He was the Rank 3 in Final for a good reason. Glancing down at the crudely drawn map he "borrowed" from another member in Final, he continued on his way to the Headquarters of the Merchants of Ao.


His mission there was a simple one. Purchase what he need and it's done. Still, with the events happening at the warehouse, it is likely he may have to deal with some irritating lower ranked members of Final. And as tempted as he would be to cull the lot of them, he will have to hold back and just beat them up. Not his favored modus operandi, but it'll do fine. Maybe he'll leave them on the edge of death. Now that's better.


The headquarters was a sight to behold. So ornate were the design of this building that Vladimir almost gasped aloud - which would have been terribly unsightly, considering his snake-like features and pale complexion. Vladimir couldn't help thinking that Final's own headquarters may pale in comparison to this building he was in. That thought left him amused and almost tempted, once again, to persuade the Leader to refurbish the existing headquarters. It was a pity Enigma never was a stickler for construction work done to their own headquarters.


As he stepped in, he could already smell the stench. Vadok. Or his orcs, at least. The orc was strong in battle, but a real coward for the most part. Cowardly enough that he never, or at least, rarely, challenged for a promotion. This was so unlike Vladimir who would always challenge the Rank 1 and 2 for their positions. Vladimir scowled at the thought as he waved for a member of the Merchants of Ao to serve him. Without even bothering about the orcs that were somewhere in the building, he asked," Sell me some Red Dragonglass. I want all you have in stock. Name your price."


[Events List]
Genesis


The Rank 3


Vladimir "the Darksworn" is one of the strongest warriors of Final and he is here in the Merchants of Ao!


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The Rank 1 of Genesis is looking for helpers. Approach his contact (a female elf) at the tavern named "On Horseback".



Tip: The Rank 1 of Genesis is also known as "Main Droite".

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Clyuue en Celle Zwihander en Quowjaz oz Soleire YEqeiyu

Stupidity must be a racial trait.

The gnome was as good as he seems. All blood stains drained from her armour and grit and dirt was also equally purged. It now shone dark gray with its etching a shiner black. It even felt clean, as if it had just come straight from the wash. The sensation was odd, going from being gritty to clean. Whatever the case, Clyuue wasn't complaining.

" Ser, don't think that I'm offended of your wish to stay in your comfy armour. No, not that. It's just that I, a wamth loving gnome, find no better place in whole Fantasia than a good old steamy hot bath. See, I'm a hefty four centuries old and my skin needs every treatment it can get. Otherwise it might start to look like those of the old hags in the beggars district."

Believe me, i'd prefer my bath over the armour...

Clyuue grumbled internally. What she wouldn't give for a long dip with attendants waiting on her. Instead, Clyuue watched curiously as the gnome performed some form of magic, making his body glow green and appear as if his soul has left its container before returning not too long after.

" Oh ... I'm sorry to be rude, but there are more than a hundred guards around this building. Good half of them are orcs. I doubt it has anything to do with you, but just in case they do look for the black knight. Don't worry, it's just an illusion. Pay them no heed when they come running in to this room, we continue our chatter and they shall be off sooner or later."

To emphasize that point, her armour turned into a rather flashy emerald green. It was a step in the right direction, but her height and its design was probably still a dead giveaway.

" You gave them allowance to search the guild? Me lady, I'm sorry for the next song, but it is to please the orcs.

It really wasn't up to her to complain if the Orcs decided it wanted to search the premises. She was just worried about the somewhat flimsy disguise. Even Orcs arent that stupid are they? And within minutes of the dwarf's song, several Orcs barred into the bathouse.

" It rained so heavy, it rained so bloody, his umbrella on his head. Rain of blood, cry of dragons, he was the dragonbane."

Clyuue really was just waiting for a good opportunity to slit as many of their chest open. Besides height and style of armour, just being clothed is suspicious whilst in a bathhouse.

" And who is this shiny knight?"

" Master, com eer, this bard knows the song of the dragonbane! Our lord Cravens father."

The knight was flabbergasted. These Orcs were easily enough distracted by a song that they lost their train of thoughts enough to forget about something as suspicious as herself. Clyuue really began to wonder if Orcs were genetically stupid or born with small speck brains and that rare warlocks and scholars were recessive genes.

" This was rather close call ... so Vadoks personal orcs ... not half-bad, not half-bad. So me lady, what are your plans? Are you staying here for the night or try to make use of the illusion spell on your armour and walk to whereever you are from."

Those Orcs may be stupid and ignorant enough to forget their own train of thoughts, but i doubt other race guards and their more intelligent friends would be that careless. I may have to stay here for a while longer... If i may, do you have some more casual clothing plus something to cover my face?

Sell me some Red Dragonglass. I want all you have in stock. Name your price."

The sudden voice that floated through the open bathhouse door struck a nerve with Clyuue. She knew all too well who it belonged to. After all, if taken by scales, that man was equal in terms of power as herself. And mos definitely, the gnome's illusion would not be sufficient for any long period of time.

To hell and back.... "him" of all people..

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The very moment the orcs and other patrols noticed the dragoon flying out the window, they run to their positions to be ready to behead her as soon as she landed. Unfortunately for one of the orcs, his four eyes syndrom made him stand right under the dragoon. Not much he could have done to dodge. He felt the pressure from the weight of the dragoon and tensened his neck muscles while pushing his hands up to grab the leg to catch the dragoon. But as his hands moved upwards, something went terribly wrong. The strain on his neck muscles was a tad bit too much and his head was bent back enough to break his spine. As this happened, a mad pain shot through his heart. An heart attack and broken spine and the orc stumbled upon the weight of the dragoon. Unfortunately for him, he still felt alive. He must have been, as the pain was unbearable.

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It seemed as James was already aware who had just entered his hall. As the lady knight was inquiring about some casual clothes, the old gnome left the pool, dried his body in an instant and summoned some very noble merchants clothes. Red linen robe with golden stripes, the general fashion in his guild hall for merchants.

" I believe you can't afford to take your armour off right now, but if you aint frightened by his presence, these clothes might fit your size." A chair appeared right next to Clyuue with a bunch of men clothes on it. As the bard noticed the gender the clothes were ment for, he grinned and started singing the only song he knew of the " Darksworn". A dark and scary song, only sung by bards to please the Darksworn by the very few who knew the words. As he sung he followed his gnomish master to the infamous customer.

" What have I done to get Your Highness pay heed to my Guild hall?" As he asked the Darksworn, the merchant whom he had first contacted answered instead of him.

" Red Dragonglass he wishes. All we have he desires" The small merchant smiled to his servant and waved to send him off. Seconds later he turned his look back to the customer.

" It shall cost Final more than a fortune. I have two cargo carts full of raw red dragonglass that can be used for forging the finest armour and weapons and another two carts of processed red dragonglass that can be used for coatings, furniture, windows or what-ever else you might want the rare material smooth on surface for." He was about to say something else, but an elven guard interrupted him.

" Do you like the song Snake?" Snake was the worst name to call this guy and not many had survived after calling him that. Or at least that's what the bards told. But this elf seemed to have some personal grudge for the man. The bard was unaware of what the gnome knew. The fine elven spellsword had had a twin bother. Until a brawl where Darksworn tortured and later slaughtered the twin.

" You don't .." But the elven guard was silenced by the gnomes angry roar.

" Begone or get beheaded!"

" Oh what will become of the world when guards and servants start treating the noble kind so unfairly and rudely." He prayed to Ao that the man had not lost his temper. Otherwise his merchant hall would soon be coloured in blood.
 
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