....After you sign your name and offer your small drop of blood to the page, a duplicate of the contract appears. "One for you, and one for me." Horner says with a sly grin. "You are now Knight-Errants. I shall introduce you to your Knight-Captain. You may come down now Milax." Horner says as he looks up.
Dropping down from a stack of supplies in the storage room under the Crimson Coin, Milax lands on her feet, as she always does.
"Purrfect. I look forward to working with you all. You may call me Milax, or Lady Black, which ever you purrfer." The dark furred female Catfolk introduces herself with a graceful bow.
Agreal nods at Horner and takes up the contract placing it within his backpack.
"Pleasure to sign... Who's Mi"
Seeing the woman drop down from the supplies Agreal actually takes a step back and almost readies himself to fight before he hears her words. Continuing, but slightly flustered due to being snuck up on.
"What is you bidding Milax?"
I have never seen a cat person before. I wonder if they are part of the great mother's plan?
"Bidding eh? Hmm I like you young one. I bid you cooperate with your new found friends and make me some money" There is a fiendish quality to Milax's grin, yet playful.
"Lady Black then. What happens now?" Jiri asks sucking on his bleeding finger.
Torry grins at the catlady to hide his nervousness. Too late to go back now, so he needs to make this work."Money's always good. When do we start?"
"I will let Milax cover the rest. I probably will not see you for a while, and you certainly will not see me, unless I want you too."Horner says with a smile and walks out of the storage room.
"Now we get down to business my bartending friend. Oh! your first job! Isn't it exciting? I wish I could go back to my first job, it was so fun! Ok, ok. Lets see. For this job I need someone that is good talking to people, Someone that is good taking things without being noticed, Someone that is good finding things, someone that can pretend to be someone else, someone good with knots, Oh and a few people that know how to fight! So who can do what?"
The grin on Torry's face only widens. "That second bit is right up my alley." He does wonder though about Milax's enthusiasm. Torry isn't sure if its faked and a disguise of her true nature or real. Nor is he sure which would be better.
"Well, a bartender has to be good at dealing with people so I can be diplomatic if that's what your looking for."
Sarvin looks over the contract, wiping his thumb on his weathered jacket, as he absorbs entirely what he's signed. "Knight-errant, huh..."
The dark-skinned tiefling speaks to himself mostly and steps back, rolling up the contract and lowering his hand, switching grip from his hand to an almost knife pointed lizard tail that then puts the item into the bottom set of buckled pockets on his backpack.
Looking for a moment or two at his finger, he makes sure that it is smudged and no longer bleeding. "Shouldn't be too bad.."
It is the introduction of the cat lady that brings more than a straight face to the tiefling's stony persona. He actually smirks as he sees that the Smoke Knights are not quite so descriminatory as the majority of the city.
Clearing his throat, the young man speaks slowly but clearly. "I tend to have a good eye for finding things."
Agreal smiles back at Milax's words.
"Money's always good. I'm in the finding group. Who'da thunk it?"
Agreal looks at everybody else he doesn't know yet.
"I'm Agreal a healer, brawler, and adpet of the gods."
"Sarvin, alchemical understudy at the College of Mysteries. You need a cure all or poison or chemical that doesn't require magic, I'm your man."
Noro signs the document getting a drop of her blood... which wound?
Noro listens to this introduction and people's responses
so many act so tough
i guessh i'm a good shpeaker.... she pauses then laughs yeah right,that aint happening
Maldrek signed the document
I believe that I can perform as a face, my ability to lie is sub par but like all who are allied with House Tevineg I carry a reputation and I know how to appeal to the avarice of others. However in truth my strength lies in the scholarly arts concerning the planes, arcana, religion and a few other things.
Her patched clothes are perfectly tailored to hide her leathers but to the casual observer, she looks like any commoner. This far she's held back - the last to sign in blood and when others press forward to volunteer she once more moves back into the shadows.
As she waits, she appraises the others. She considers the rumour that the first job is always to see who can cut it and she makes a mental note who she would stick close to and who she'll keep clear of when the going gets tough. She considers their clothes, their weapons and their armour. She pays more attention to the quality and wear than the items themselves as they say more about the wearer. Are they unused and for show or worn out because they're not maintained. All these facts are gleaned in a matter of seconds as she looks her comrades up and down.
Finally she speaks, her usual crystal clear voice disguised enough to avoid letting on this soon her noble birth. "I have a knack of pretending I'm someone else." She lets the words fall and immediately steps backwards, seeking the shadows again.
Milax listens intently to each of you. "Sounds like I have a good group... better than last time at least, Talk amongst yourselves a bit and enjoy the Crimson Coin. I will meet you here tomorrow evening to begin our plan. Beware that Tomorrow marks the first day of the Purrrimarch's feast. Though there be plenty of marks here in town, the Guards will be on the look out and they promised to make example out of anyone they catch. "
Aeadon signed his contract, tucking his copy into his scroll box.
"I am Aeadon."
He gives a curt bow.
"Sadly my skills are lacking for this it seems. My talents lie in trap making, lore, and languages. If information is needed then I am sure I can be of use, baring that I am a passable shot."
Knowledge was his weapon of choice, forged documents on occasion as well.
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Added bear trap and scrivener's kit. Just found out the kits are cheaper then the items alone and the price of bear traps. Just thought I should run it by you.
Profession libarian
Noro simply hangs out as everyone signs. Some she has seen in the tavern, others she has never met.
Noro spends the rest of the evening drinking and having a bit of fun in the tavern.
before long Noro is again trying to earn her keep in the arena. but her current record would seem that others are making more coin at her expense.
"Hey Noro, buy you a drink? I'm too keyed up to work."
Noro loks up at the barkeep.
would sheem having a barkeep on my team ishint such a bad thing she says.
Of courshe you can buy me a drink
for only a moment Noro might of actually acted a little like a girl. ...must have been your imagination...
"So what do you think we're going to be up against? They're obviously setting us up with a job, some kind of test I suppose."
After a busy day of working his chemical trade, the young tiefling heads to the bar. Seeing two familiar faces, he thinks a moment. "Jiri and Noro was it?"
After healing many sick folk Agreal walks back to the bar.
Hearing Jiri's words Agreal nods.
"Probably something to do with what they asked us about. Maybe they want us to go up against a veteran guild member to have them judge us."
Agreal seems quite proud of this theory before launching into another one.
"Or we could be going after an archmage. Never know."
"So what do you think we're going to be up against? They're obviously setting us up with a job, some kind of test I suppose."
don't know and really don't care. I know what I'm here to do and I'm gonna do it
when Sarvin arrives
yea, I'm Noro, thish is "J". What can do ya for?
Maldrek went back to the bar after a day of library work and settled into a dark corner table and opened up his copy of Lessons of Thrune and began to read it or more accurately reread it...
looking to Agreal, You introdushed yourshelf ash a brawler. you any good?
"I like to think so, but fists speak better than words. Wanna take this outside to not get in trouble?"
Aeadon entered the Crimson Coin after he unloaded the last of the days traps. He saw some others had already arrived.
"Greetings, kahve if you would good Jiri."
Once he finds a good place to sit himself and over hears the thoeries.
"It seems plain what the test will be to me. To obtain an item, which will be guarded and possibly on the move or upon someone's person. I suspect a distraction will be needed, stealth, and misdirection. With perhaps some force, the level of which would be dependent upon the state of conditions. Then again I may be wrong and off the mark by a long shot. I would like nothing better then a simple task but my nature denies me such wishful thinking."
He catches himself for a moment.
"Apologies, it appears the day's work has made me ramble."
Folding his hands he waits for his drink. Thinking if he had said to much on the matter.
He chuckles, seeing Noro's reaction. "After a long day, I figured a good bit of booze would be quite relaxing."
He shrugs, his hands covered in charcoal smudges, and he smells distinctly of strange, awful smelling chemicals.
"As far as our task? I think the academic in the corner may have it right."
"I like to think so, but fists speak better than words. Wanna take this outside to not get in trouble?"
You really don't want to teashe me like that. I would have you bent like a pretzel shcreaming for your mommmy inside of 1 minute
Noro takes a drink of her ale, courtesy of "J", which she nods an approving glance.
"Greetings, kahve if you would good Jiri."
"Sorry man, I'm off duty"
"It seems plain what the test will be to me. To obtain an item, which will be guarded and possibly on the move or upon someone's person. I suspect a distraction will be needed, stealth, and misdirection. With perhaps some force, the level of which would be dependent upon the state of conditions. Then again I may be wrong and off the mark by a long shot. I would like nothing better then a simple task but my nature denies me such wishful thinking."
Jiri looks around to ensure they're not being overheard then adds cynically, "Or they'll dump us in a swamp naked and tell us to raid the armory."
"And I thought I was confident in my abilities." The creature grins and then continues after a moment.
"Regardless, we'll have a target. We find it, acquire it, and do whatever we have to in order to make sure the...experience is a success."
Maldrek needed something to drink, he went over to the bar and motioned for a glass of wine.
"Sorry man, I'm off duty"
He goes to get his drink with little more to add at the moment. The Smoke Knights were smart about everything they did. That was why they held such a position in Absalom. The contract had stated it after all, wealth was the goal and violence a tool of last resort.
Gerrik Lovejoy signs his name elegantly, even if the ink is his own blood. That should do. He takes his copy of the contract and put it away quickly. Making money is always a fine idea. I suppose I can be one of your fighters, though I may need to learn a trick or two when it comes to fisticuffs. He glances over to the woman that decked him, rubbing his chin and smirking. I'm more accustomed to ranged combat.
Agreal shrugs.
"Suit yourself."
Agreal then walks over to Sarvin
"Sarvin correct? I remember you speaking of being in the hall of mysteries correct? Do you know much about this primarch's feast?"
Sarvin grins and nods. "Ah, a fellow student, ey? Well, yes, I have spoken a few times there. There's been some speculation on the feast this year. Let's see...what were they saying about this year..."
Well this seems to be a merry band of misfits. "Lets just hope we fare better than the last group. Not that there's much of doubt of that, what with the talented people here" the last bit said with a wink. "As for my introduction, I am Torry, a man of many...talents."
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