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Post by Imperator on Jan 2, 2014 16:16:37 GMT -6
T accepted the invite and close the menu almost straight away, after only looking at the other levels for a short while. "Lowest level here, eh? Well this should be interesting then." T checked his inventory and made sure he had everything he needed. "Okay... I'm ready to go when you are."
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Post by Imperator on Jan 2, 2014 16:56:16 GMT -6
T nervously rubbed the back of his head. "N-No... No objections here." T pulled up his equipment screen. "Yeah... I could do with some better stuff, and free equipment is the best kind." T smiled at Morgan and then looked at Ciaran for his answer.
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 2, 2014 19:48:08 GMT -6
Cìaran didn't want to miss his opportunity to get some super nice and expensive equipment. Assuming, of course, that it was equally as both cool and useful as her current stuff which, being from the royal armoury, it should be. "I believe ready enough, however I won't turn down the royal armoury...O, and on ar' adventure, I won't fight ye fer de treasure. I just need some supplies an' gold, unless there's somfing I really want, you guys can keep it. But anyway, the castle?"
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 2, 2014 21:26:43 GMT -6
The masked man went on his way to the courtyard, package and letter in hand. Perhaps the letter-carrier was still there. There wasn't much of a chance, but if not he could always just hire another courier to take the place.
Upon arrival, he scanned the smaller crowd and easily found the trio that was for some reason still together. Perhaps they hadn't found the purse yet. He quickly walked, tapped him on the shoulder, and gave him the package, bowing before opening the letter and handing it to the courier.
Dear carrier,
I am sorry I could not ask you myself to do this, but I'm quite sure you will not mind after the details are given. I wish for this package to be delivered to a man by the name of Martin Cosades on the southernmost island of the Harmonic Chain. Do not try to open the contents. It will all crumble and you will owe me quite a bit of money and time, and trust me when I say that the enchanter who created the spell for such an effect on the contents wouldn't mind seeing your head on a pike either. The usual fee for this is being paid, of course. That would be a thousand coin for the expenses needed to travel there, and Martin will pay you quite a bit more once you get there. I cannot give you specifics as to where he lives, but it would be wise to ask around, for he is well known in the region. The person who gives you this letter will serve you as a protector and guide throughout some of the regions, as he is not native to the city you are in.
- Sincerely, Conciero Hamanos Xis Yetnan Eht Zhuu III
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 4, 2014 1:32:57 GMT -6
Cìaran inspected the the letter again, his brow furrowing. "This has tae be more than coincidence, this letter says fer us tae bring this parcel to a man in the Harmonic Chain. The strange part is...I canna tell if it's a registered quest or set up by a player. The letter and the name o' the man it's from are both not foond in the saerch. Hooever, whoever i'tis is important. So maybe this will help us...persuade the right people tae alloo us in tae tha armoury."
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Post by Imperator on Jan 4, 2014 4:35:10 GMT -6
T decided to speak up. "Hey? Don't I get a say in this? If this thing is set up by a player, then I can't see there being that much of a reward unless they're really into roleplaying and like to make their own little quests for other people." An invisible light bulb flicked on over T's head. "But if that's the case... Then there could be a substantial reward..." Then T's face gave the impression that either the light bulb blew or it slowly flickered out. "Or it could be a trap and we could die horrible. Which I'm not that much a fan of." after a few more seconds of thinking he spoke up again. "Fuck it. I say we do it."
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 4, 2014 14:03:11 GMT -6
Cìaran looked questioningly at Destiny, "How high is your detection skill? For a level two...and if I can't tell if it's player or not...I suppose it's just the text, it doesn't quite look like developer style...and aye, ye do get say, and I agree wif ye. Let's do it. If it's shite and the guy turns out to be a cunt, we just kill him. If it is som'ming..well it could be great. But either way we're definitely going to need better equipment. Preferably that of the free type." Cìaran wasn't above being a theif. Now he wasn't picking pockets yet, he needed to focus on slitting throats and putting knives through peoples heads and hearts from two hundred metres away first. But he was still a sneak player at heart, and that always includes a taste for some larceny.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 4, 2014 14:18:16 GMT -6
The masked man, patient and waiting for orders, stood across from the group, waiting to be acknowledged.
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Post by Imperator on Jan 5, 2014 21:23:41 GMT -6
T looks around the area and notices the strange figure who gave Ciaran the letter was waiting not too far away from them. He interrupts what Ciaran and Destiny are doing. "Guys, we could just ask him." T makes sure he has both of their attention then nods his head in the mysterious figure's direction then waves him over.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 5, 2014 21:38:33 GMT -6
The masked man tilted his head. The only person he was to take orders from was The Courier, but the man over there was beckoning at him.
Well, I suppose he's more or less inviting me. Not quite ordering me. And so we walked over.
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 5, 2014 21:49:23 GMT -6
"You there. What exactly is the meaning behind this? Who paid and/or sent ye? Details, please." Cìaran requested politely but assertively.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 5, 2014 21:59:25 GMT -6
"My employer has instructed that I only tell you that that package is worth more than this city. The name of the man is at the bottom of the letter." His voice was smooth and assertive, but it would've had more of an effect if it weren't muffled due to the mask.
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 6, 2014 16:52:24 GMT -6
Cìaran instantly had a thought, "Which man is more likely to talk, the one in the middle of the street full of people, or the one cornered by three people in an ally where no one can hear him scream with a knife to his throat from one and his limbs held down by the other two?" Before the man could speak a reply, Cìaran butted in, "Nu, nu, let's not be too rash, eh? I'm certain the man means well and probably has a lot to say, but not here. There might be unwanted eyes and ears here. How's about we go down tae the nice pub in Lowtown and talk in a booth there. I'm hungry anyhow." Cìaran smiled then turned, grabbing Destiny by the arm pulling her with him. In the instant that he and she were out of ear shot from the other two, Cìaran whispered into Destiny's ear "Follow my lead, make some small talk. We're not going to the pub, we're going to that alley that's a few blocks over. He'll tell us more there. You and Merrick hold him down and I'll work my magic...relay this all to Merrick whilst I chat the bugger up, okay?" Then they continued walking, the other two eventually catching up to the brisk pace. Cìaran hadn't lied. He was hungry, and he wanted to finish this business up as soon as possible then EAT!
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 6, 2014 17:23:01 GMT -6
The masked man nodded, though he knew there was something wrong. It wasn't even close to late enough for something to eat. He felt the comfort of a hilt of the long hidden blade in his left sleeve and walked with them. They seemed to be taking a bit of a strange path, though. Where the masked man would've gone a block down, taking a left and heading down an alley, they were taking what seemed to be an alternate route. He then said aloud, "You know, I've lived here for quite a long while now. Though I am required to take orders that pertain to the mission, I am no fool. If you wish for specific information you will work on getting me to trust you. Otherwise you will receive no more information from me than you usually would." He smiled as they walked, the crowds slowing their progress.
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 6, 2014 18:02:33 GMT -6
Cìaran heard only half of what the man said and cared only about half of that. The main thing he was focussing on was getting this done--he was starving. His stomach was starting to get louder than the hustle and bustle of main street. They took a corner and then another one. They passed several major business markets which was why this was perfect. This pub was busy, always, as well as being amazing. People often discover things in boring areas, but in an area where there's much more to care about? No. Eventually they came to the turn. The alley he had in mind was more of like a connection of alleys. Walking a little farther would give them two ways: one leading to where they're supposed to the pub, on going to a dead end. Cìaran nodded to Destiny and then they had him against a wall, pinned, Cìaran's knife against the man's neck as well as his hand pushing at an angle. If anything happened, Cìaran could pull his hidden blade right into this bugger's heart. "Sorry to disregard formalities, but this is rather urgent. We want to know, who, why, how, and varying other questions. Destiny dearest if you would like to go first..?"
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