Sorry I missed out on this game, came a bit too late. Don't blame you though. As someone who just bought a new house, time is a valuable thing!
Thanks for being honest. I'll only cry a little....
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So hiatus. Have a nice vacation Fabian. I hope this re-starts when you come back!
Amenon grinned as he saw Rubani come back to his sense. He hadn't met a man yet who could ignore his roaring, not even the most drunk man in Bargetown had been able to ignore him. He let the cleric go, and helped him to his feet."Feeling better? Good, because odds are there are real enough dangers that lie below. Besides, I should go get Shalina. Stay here with Azghaad, and calm yourself." Amenon moves quickly though the ruined are coming up besides Rurdem."Have you managed to convince her to come inside? If not, I can go fetch her and try yelling some sense into her.". Then he raises his voice. "Shalina, come back. It was a magical trap, not a real danger. We must stick together!"
Amenon, like a desert hunting cat, is already moving when Rubani bolts for the door. It is like a mountain falling on a man. The huge bloodrager easily pins the fleeing cleric. Holding in his anger, Amenon grabs the half-elf's shoulders and roars, "Pull yourself together, there is no real danger here. Master yourself! Never leave anyone behind, remember?". He also shakes the cleric a bit to make the message sink in, but not too roughly.
The howling of a savage mob broke the almost solemn silence of the shattered estate. The old tounge... Amenon thought and for a moment his heart rejoiced at hearing it. So many spoke Common these days... Then he recognized the hate and anger embedded in the voice. Even in this creepy setting, it took more then an angry mob to make Amenon Rehment, full under the burning sun, with strength in his shoulders, to turn aside. But his new friends may not be so stout. He looks around, tensing his muscles and narrowing his eyes in the glare.
Amenon mostly stays out of the conversation, not knowing the context but he does break in now, saying"Just don't expect me to start flinging oily fire around. It can be useful, but it turns bad quick. But let's not borrow trouble...". Amenon takes point as they explore the abandoned villa. He enjoys the sun, knowing they will soon be descending into the chilly earth when ra does not follow...
Amenon watches carefully as the Rurdem gives Shalina a boost to check for ancient traps and long-gone security devices. He personally doubted anything lasted this long be he held his peace, staring at the house intently. My first entrance into the sacred remains... His thoughts crackled with energy and nervousness. He said a silent and quick prayer to the old Gods for protection and luck. He relaxed and tightened his muscles, his old way of limbering himself without anyone noticing. He knew he'd need to be on top form today. He'd have to prove he could pull his own weight (and more) once they got inside. Who knew what terrors might eb contained where the blazing power of Ra did not shine? ”Once you see if it is safe, let me go first Shalina. I'd be happy to...deal with anything that still stirs in this ancient place. Amenon ominously cracks a knuckle, the sound loud in the deserted silence.
I will be out of town from Saturday at Noon to Monday evening. No internet whatsoever. Sorry but a short vacation is nice! If I have to act- Amenon will be happy to go first into rooms and such then punch things he sees. He'll generally be quiet and leave the planning tot he team so they don't think he is muscling in.
As soon as Amenon saw Azghaad fall hard to the ground, he felt his rage trickle away. This wizard is not why his life had been turned upside down, why his brother was dead, why his family was a shadow. He had done nothing, and listening to the sounds from the house, had good reason to be upset. As the rage left, it left that same weary exhausted feeling, much like the break in a fever. Worn-out and weak feeling, Amenons teadied himself for a few seconds. Then, contritely he hurried over to the fallen wizard and offered a strong, slab-like arm to the wheezing wizard. His face gained a red hue as he blushed with embarrassment at how he had went off at the slightest provocation. This is not what the Old Gods want…or deserve. he thought to himself as he watched the wizard drinks some water. The shame grew as he heard Shalina’s word echo in his head. He had shamed a man’s house with his clumsy brawling…to betray that sacred hospitality…. Amenon formally stood in front of the woman and bowed low. ”I apologize for my actions. There is no reason for such behavior. I will keep myself under control in the future.” His voice is sincere and deep, with a gravel tone of tiredness in it. But then he looks up, still in mid-bow with a twinkle in his eye, He did ask for it however.” Then the towering man turns to Rubani, who had already said yes to Amenon’s joining the group and even mentioned the shares. After his little…display however, the holy man was obviously having second thoughts. Just my luck, Amenon thought, I find a group filling to take me on and I blow it with my temper.. Amenon bows to Rubani as well, obviously taking his words to heart. ”I promise to follow orders and if required retreat. I have done my share of running. There is no shame in that. Also, I must thank you for being here, if what you say is true. That you have come here to protect the sanctity of the dead. Perhaps you do not follow the old Gods, but you do their will, weather you know it or not.” he says this in a respectful, philosophical manner not a religiously aggressive tone.
Amenon watched Azghaad closely as the man speaks rudely. No one notices the danger signs of Amenon flat eyes, clenching fists or heavy breathing. They are signs his brother always caught, always noticed, always soothed away before violence. But his brother was not here. No one could calm the storm. After Azghaad stopped talking, Amenon spoke, his voice harsh. “You question me? You think I am merely a another foreigner, come here to plunder ancient wealth? I, who worship the old gods and have worked with these artifacts since I was a boy? You think I am a funeral thief? Or worse, you think I am a coward who will run at the first sign of the restless undead?” His rage built up as he talked. Here he was, on a mission from the Gods (and his brother in the afterlife) and he is being questioned by some smirking wizard. When Azghaad dared the big man to strike, Amenon smiled flinty, teeth bared. “You want to see if I am worthy? Fine!” With a roar of anger and frustration (aimed at Azghaad though not fully caused by him) the massive man rushes forward. For the first time everyone notices he has no weapon. By the time they seen the giant knotted fists and realizes they are the weapons, it is too late. His voice is a hoarse yell of terror and anger and Azghaad quails from it, instinctively. Covering the distance fast as a striking snake, Amenon explodes towards Azghaad and throws a massive punch, aimed at the man’s stomach. It is low and fast, with the driving force of Amenon’s entire body behind the surprinsgly elegant movement.
Amenon's face filled with pride at Namrut's high estimation of his family. It had always been a point of honor to be from such a family business and in his youth, he had gained some small notoriety from it. But lately.... The muscular young man hung his head, his bare neck showed deep cracks and creases from long hours in the sun. "I am unemployed, good master. As you have noted, times are hard. I have come looking for honest work, and willing to work for it. Have I come to the right place?". Amenon pushed a little hoping for some commitment from the actual adventurers.
Many centuries ago the Rehment family were the usual grave robbers, tomb plunderers and fences for artifacts gleaned from old tombs. In this line of work of his ancestors was cursed by a mummy, and has carried in the bloodline since. In Amenon's case it has shown up in his undead bloodrager bloodline. The curse caused the family to alter their ways and only work with official channels to sell and trade artifacts in a respectful way. They grew quite successful and prominent in the field for a long time, keeping to the old gods long after most humans have moved on. Their connection to the past remain strong even during wars and revolts in the ancient kingdom. In recent times however, things have turned sour. As Orsion has opened up, other groups have moved in. Notable the Aspis Consortium but other groups as well that are little above criminal gangs. With no concern for legality or respect they soon pushed the Rehments out of the market and Amenon's brother (and himself) were the last. His brother was killed (semi-by accident) during a shake down. With family fortunes totally ebbed Amenon's goes to the diggings themselves to look for work in 'the trade'.
Amenon stands solidly as both Shalina and Rubani introduce themselves. His gives the usual short bow of respect and honor (he also touches his forehead in the ancient style but he doubts they will recognize it). before answering them, My name is Amenon Rehment. I brought the anti-plauge vials from the market. But I am also here on my own terms. I have been seeking employment in the diggings. Perhaps you recognize the family name? No? Well, we have fallen in the trade the last few years.. His voice trails off , but he quickly masters himself and resumes. “Your group has a good reputation and I have sought you out, hoping to join you. I have many talents, not just a strong back. But also a knowing eye and a mind trained in the business. I offer this and all else to join your company.
Amenon stretched out in the warm morning sun. It glinted off his bald head, and warmed the bench beneath him. As he watched the dwarf, Akhmose, turn back into the house, he smiles. Perhaps his luck was turning around? But all this talk of healing and the antiplauge vials themselves did not speak of a happy day. Still, the weather was nice. Amenon stood up, throwing his thick arms wide, in the sunlight. His broad, bare torso flexes, and he barely feels the constant sunburn such (lack of) clothing costs him. Muscles ripple along his back and stomach as he takes in the bright warmth of the sun, feeling it's power and pride. Then, in a gesture of supplication, he clasps his huge and callused hands together and bows his head. “I thank you, Ra. For giving me this chance, with these adventurers. I shall not fail you.” He prays, in his usual clumsy but honest fashion. Who else but the gods could have provided this chance to prove himself? As he looks back up at his surroundings he notices a very hungover man catch Akhmose at the door and talk. Amenon soon realizes they are talking about him. Deciding to be diplomatic he doesn't interrupt but he does follow them inside, when they enter, doing his best to do so politely. Amenon would not miss this chance due to a grumpy wizard.
The hot sun, the shining sand, the acrid smells of spice and food, all wrapped in the loud and raucous sounds of the marketplace. It was familiar to Amenon. Too familiar. He belonged out on the sea, selling goods, meeting new people or at least appraising some new artifacts. Instead he was here, doing odd jobs in a marketplace, scraping by and hoping for something to come his way so he could buy some bread tonight. Lost in his reverie he almost missed the voice calling to him. ”Amenon, Amenon! I have news!”. Turning his head he saw an old woman beckoning to him from behind a stall covered with flowers and spices. He instantly recognized her as Zeilah,a purveyor of...varied goods in the market. He had done a few minor deliveries for her, and she paid well. He happily trotted over to her dust covered stall, dodging through the crowds. ”Good news, Amenon. I have a delivery for you. I need you to take these vials, be discreet. Ask for Akhmose the dwarf, no one else.”. She handed him three small vials and told him an address, lowering her voice in a somewhat melodramatic fashion. Amenon took it gratefully, but his spirit didn't raise much. What was another delivery? Just another day of doing nothing. Casually Zeilah adds, “Oh, I know you have asked for me to listen for 'honest' groups working in the diggings. This Akhmose is such a one. His group have a reputation for being respectful for the old ways and the old gods.” She looks sly for a moment then goes on, I hear they may be looking for a new recruit.. She smiles at him and turns away, saying over her shoulder, “I may ask for a payment on that favor, young man. So remember it was me who gave you the direction.” With that, Amenon takes off nearly running through the gritty streets. He slows down as more then one passerby shouts angrily at him for disrupting the streets. Slowing down, he ponders the news. A group of artifact hunters, good honest ones, looking for a new addition? Maybe here was his chance to fulfill the wishes of the gods and , he hoped, his brother in the afterlife. Reaching the address quickly, he knocks on the door. After Ahkmose identifies himself, Amenon introduces himself, while handing over the antiplauge vials.. ”My name is Amenon Rehment. I am...used to be...a trader in ancient goods and artifacts. Zeilah mentioned you work in the same field, you are in the new diggings in the necropolis?”. When Akhmose nods or signs that he indeed is, Amenon rushes on, eager to seize on this chance. I...I hear you may be looking for a new friend, an ally in this endeavor. I offer myself. I know the city, I know the trade and I know the old ways. I could be invaluable.”. His voice rings with sincerity but also quivers with nervousness.
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