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Elric steps forward from his silence at Bean's request."I'll come along Bean." Hesitating for a moment he clarifies."In case talks go south. You understand."
Elric is quietly overwhelmed by the whole of this. He was content to make a living with his stable wife in a stable city as a simple blacksmith. Over the course of such little time these things had been taken from him. Hardly over seven months now he had lost his young wife and their unborn child. He had half-believed that Taking Lamm's life would make him happy and he would return to carving out a living as a blacksmith. Perhaps these things would have came to pass if the city which he had chose to settle in wasn't so obviously falling apart. And so here he was now, Praised as a hero. Revenge had left him no happier. And honestly, he supposed he knew that it wouldn't-but he accepted it was something that had to be done. Here now, he longed for the Coast of The Moonshae's. But he didn't let this longing overwhelm him. He had a city to save, he supposed. And he couldn't deny the work of heroes had proven to be much more generous upon his coffers than the work of a struggling sea-front blacksmith. So he hefted his axe upon his shoulders, how it felt lighter all the time, and followed Reg's lead in the matter.
"Indeed if there's no objections-I'll be taking the oil." He says somberly, his eyes upon his axe."It could use a shining, it could."
Elric stands at the door, leaning upon his axe as he watches Euphegina carefully.
Elric places his axe on his back and Picks up two of the children."Let us make haste!" He shouts, running off towards his home and shop.
"V You're welcome to come along, as are any of you who wish to follow." He tells the group."Mine and V's shop are very close and it might be best to take the children there in the current state of things. With all the chaos-traveling with a large group of children, it would be easy to lose one in the condition Korvosa is in. And we certainly don't want that. Once It calms down a bit, we can take the children to a safe place, as that is our priority, and then we can visit the seer." It's a lot for the somber man to say, and for a moment, he seems surprised at the flow of words. Deciding to act in the best interest of the group, He waits there for a response.
Elric growls at the open chaos. Not since his days as a mercenary had he seen such things.He took two steps forward towards his shop before looking back."I must protect my home and shop." He says simply in a booming voice before proceeding towards his home.
Placing a firm hand on both Bean's and Reg's Shoulders, Elric's Voice Booms." Let's not be ridiculous my lads, there aren't any buildings close enough to be damaged, and once the building is sufficiently burnt, it'll fall to the water below putting itself.It can't spread. If either of you want to join the fire brigade, you can do so once we get out of here. I suggest you come along." Elric moves past them, tugging them just for a moment in his direction before moving to exit.
Elric stood silent. A massive column of solemnity. He had questions, but no insight to offer, so Elric stood silent.
Elric looked slightly bewildered, having been brought back from the brink. When asked of his condition, he merely nodded, and did the same at Reg's request. He looked upon Gaedren with Solemn eyes. One might wrongly perceive the look in the great man's eyes as mercy. One might think that the man from the Moonshae's pitied the cur laying slumped before him. Abruptly, Elric's ax came down upon the neck, severing the head from the body. "And where the offense is, let the great axe fall." He said grandly, quoting a play he had once seen. With that he wiped the blood from his ax and slung it over his shoulder, the weight feeling a bit lighter now.
" I wouldn't be opposed to it, Keen my boy!" Elric calls out over splashing waters.
"I've had bad itches that hurt worse than that!"he shouts at the crocodile, dropping his greataxe he pulls from a beltloop his handaxe and cleaves at the scaly behemoth's head. attack 1d20+5=25-1 for power attack=24
" Lamm you better hope the others kill you before i get done with your pet." He declares, turning his attention to the crocodile, he makes room for Euph and takes a swing at the crocodile
Elric nods and tightens his grip upon his axe, incase it needs to bring down another obstacle.
"Tis the fate of all liar's and rogues...To be felled by their own actions and pulled under by forces they cant control but inevitably set in motion." Elric observed.The most he had spoken while with the group. He shook his head and set his mind back to business, going forth and swinging the door down forcefully, hoping to surprise any unsuspecting lackeys on the other side.
Suspecting the worst of the gnome, and in no mood for witty banter, Elric lets loose a mighty swing.
Elric pushed the haft of his axe not so gently into the gnome's back "Lead the way little man...and dont mistake me for a jester about what i told you a moment ago...
Elric lifts the "halfling" up by the collar of his shirt "If any harm comes from us following your instructions, trust that something far worse will happen to you.So if you're trying to trick me you better come clean now Gnome." He says calmy, his eyes as dark as Bane's heart.Intimidate 1d20+6=18
" I believe the daughter of the sky is the best to watch over the younglings.Let us press on." Elric says firmly, averting his eyes from the children, as they reminded him of his Bride, and their unborn child that was taken from him. He hides his face from the rest of the party and rubs his eyes, stopping any tear before it can form. The time for tears had come and gone. Lamm was near, and the sooner he delivered justice to Lamm, the better. "Which way Chessentan?"he asks Reg.
"You're in my way Orc-blood..." Elric states calmy, almost solemnly as he heaves up the Great Axe and hurls it end over end at the orc. attack1d20+5-4(thrown into melee)=21
"No Point in beating around the bush...In We Go Lads"He states calmly. Elric Nod's at Bean and throws himself shoulder-first into the door and proceeds through the man behind the door's space. Overrun attempt 1d20+7=23
Elric puts a hand on Bean's shoulder to stop him. " Just to clarify, am I swinging at first chance? Because I think anyone who answers the door is going to be quite suspicious of me in armor and with my greataxe." He nods in approval with the dwarf's blessing. "If that is the case, and we are essentially doing this to surprise the men at the door, i suggest we all come, and overwhelm them with numbers. The situation inside could have already deteriorated, and I am not keen on leaving the halfling in there." He states. "So if we all go, I suggest That Reg shall lead you and V through the windows, directly after Eupgegina, Keen, and I go through the front. As the dwarf stated before If we strike hard and quick then with the confusion we will most likely be able to take down any initial resistance before any great defense is mobilized." He states calmly, illustrating his point with hand gestures. "What do you all think?"
Elric taps his foot impatiently "This isn't a good idea...I hope we aren't burying the hin at the end of the day....I liked the dwarf's idea..." He says with genuine concern.
"Aye, I will meet ye and the dwarf at the Temple, and we will move on Gaedren." He says simply. "Now is there anything else?"
Elric pauses before slamming the door. "Aye, Chessentan, I will be outside, make it quick. Elric then slam's the door, and waits just outside for Reg.
Elric snaps his eyes to Bean, nearly infuriated. "Do not speak of those that were taken from me. Ever. I'm sure you'd love to rub elbows with whoever you can and find out some mildly useful information over the next two days over bread and your fanciful fruit-drink, but it matters not what enforcements that slime has, I will tear them down, and I will tear him apart." He states, poking a large finger into his equally large chest, stooping down to be eye level with Bean. "You should know a few things priest. I care little for you. Also,I will go to pier 17 at dawn, and I could care less if I have you or your loving goddess's support." Elric leaves abruptly, slamming the door behind him.
Elric nods when V mentions him working in close proximity to her. " Indeed, only a few buildings apart. " He states, making his way to the door. " Dawn it is, meet at my shop or Lady V's and we will make our way to Pier 17....I'm off to a good night's rest. If any of ye need a place to stay, I have a couple bedrolls at the shop, and yer welcome to stay. But if anything happens to go missing, someone's limbs will as well." He pauses to see if anyone needs a place to sleep, in which case he walks with them to his shop, if it looks as though he isn't needed, he simply nods and goes back to the shop for a night's rest.
"I...I didnt lose anything. Things were took from me,and in return, I shall take Gaedren's life. " He says,the man's voice audibly shaking.He closes his eyes for a moment, before reopening them along with his mouth. "I dissagree priest. It is in the cards, time is short. Tommorow will be the time, as the time is of the essence. Let us find out what we can tonight, as the night is young...And in the morn we shall march on Pier 17 with whatever knowledge we do or do not have....Now where shall we meet come dawn's break?"
Elric nods each time himself or his fighting prowess is mentioned. "It seems you already all know my area of expertise." he states, tapping the axehead. " I have no desire to kick any doors down, as hard as it is for me, I place the life of the young infront of my revenge. Our best bet is to find out what we can. Halfling, I would assume you would be best suited to scope out Pier 17, and perhaps you, daughter of the sky, might have some sort of scrying magic? The rest of us, including the painfully happy priest of sune, should simply ask around. But be careful who ye ask, lest word gets back to Gaedren." The large man steps forward, talking with a surprising eloquence in his voice that echoes in the home.
Elric almost let a smile shine through his angst as Zellara revealed such information to him. Perhaps truely, the time was at hand to right the wrongs Gaedren Lamm had commited. He knew full well that Gaedren's death, not even the death of all of those involved, would bring back his wife, or his unborn child, or Zellara's son. Nor would it reverse all the wrongdoing that Lamm had commited through his life, and neither himself nor those gathered around him would be any better off once Elric killed him, but he had took away Elric's joy and hope for a life of normalcy, and if Gaedren would make him take his axe off the wall, he would regret it. " Then what is to be done? Certainly we cannot march directly into the wolf's den without knowing how big his pack is." He states solemnly, a hand coming up to stroke his beard, and his eyebrow arches in contemplation.
Elric glances over at V "Something funny Lady V?" the large man inquires, his own expression hardly changing from that of a scowl
Elric lowers his eyes so that his gaze rests upon Reg. "Chessentan, think well before you use such a condescending tone when speaking to me." Elric warned, his voice booming. "Despite my obvious enthusiasm for ending Lamm's life, I know full well that we must be cautious, so that we dont endanger any other life..I was simply making sure all of you knew my intentions" He states, his brows and the corners of his lips lowered into an angry frown.
Elric scoffs noticably at those around him. " Indeed, if I could get to him, this meeting wouldn't be neccesary, as i would have already ripped the slime's spine from his back with my bare hands, but admittedly, i'm not much of a tracker, we had bloodhounds for such things back in the Moonshaes. So if any of you might find him, I'll be glad to seperate his head from his torso...Now where's our host?" The large man inquires, an obvious irritation growing.
Elric's expression breaks as he raises a brow at the daughter of the sky, having seen her on the waterfront. Her mystic shop only a few buildings down from his . Her arogance and aloofness didn't bother him. He was much too big to be looked down upon. Elric does not look, but he hold's up a hand as soon as Reg begins to adress him."My belly is full chessentan and I have no taste for that fruitwater." Elric states, his booming voice echoing over those around him.
Elric Walk's cautiously into the building, dunking his head a bit in order to get his 7'6" frame through the door. He comes in without a word, and offers the others hardly a passing glance, seemingly callous to all besides his own motives. Upon seeing the cards laying on the table, he reaches over those around the table and places his card down forcefully,shaking the table. The face shows a mighty keep with its battlements teeming with soldiers. He places the butt of the handle of his greataxe on the ground,and crosses his arms over the top of the axe, letting it support his weight, he looks straight ahead, a hard but noticably tired expression on his bearded face.
Elric stood looking at the directions upon the back of the card for a long time. He had went to all of the authorities when Gaedren had killed his wife and unborn child. They did nothing. He would've tracked the man down himself but he had little skill in doing such. Perhaps this was the oppurtunity he was looking for. " Yer black heart be damned if this be some sort of trickery Lamm." He declared to himself, sliding the card within his pocket. Elric pulls his Greataxe off of the wall, an heirloom of his family on the Iluskan side. It had shed plenty of blood in it's time, and if Elric was walking into a trap, he would cause as much bloodshed to Gaedren's lackys as he could. At sunset he finds his way to adress, his handaxe hanging on his belt, and his greataxe in hand, slung over his shoulder.
“~They say Chauntea is breathing…” Elric’s booming voice is rivaled only by the familiar ring of his hammer banging against the anvil, shaping the hot blade infront of him. “~With ev’ry wave that finds the shore…” Elric’s tone is deep, and it bears an even deeper melancholy. “~Her soul rises in the evening…For to open twilight’s door.” He hadn’t had much work since his wife died a mere month and a tenday ago. “~Her eyes are the stars in heaven…Watching o’er us all the while.” This line seems to strike a particular chord in the heart of the large framed man, as the hammer hit’s the side of the blade, and slides off the edge of the anvil with a discordant sound. He wipes the sweat from his brow and clears his throat, bringing the hammer down again. “~And her heart it is south o’ Norland....Deep within the Moonshae Isles.” Elric tossed the blade in the barrel of water to his left, content with this day of work. He would let the blade cool, and put the finishing touches on it in the morning, or whenever the desire to do so struck him, the blade was for a squirmy little man, and he’d be lucky to get enough to pay for this waterfront shop, which was purchased with his wife’s generous dowry. His throat tightened at the thought of losing the last piece of his wife he had, this blacksmith shop, which was all he had ever dreamt of- a life of normalcy away from his life as a mercenary in Moonshae, away from violence altogether. Yes, Elric would have been more than happy to live as a simple blacksmith, scraping together enough to feed his now dead wife, and unborn child. He released an audible sigh and removed his apron. He wipes some of the black off his hands and hangs it on the anvil. He steps just outside of his shop, and takes a seat on a bench outside. The wind caresses his callous face, unusually cold; it reminds him of the wind rolling off the Moonshae Sea. He longed for those emerald isles, as he always had. His wife was his only tie to this land. And now she had been taken from him at the hands of that weasel Gaedren Lamm. It seemed that he would have to take justice into his own hands. Elric looked down at his hands. They were callous, the hands of a blacksmith. A bit of moisture escaped his tightly clenched eyes and disappeared in the wind. “Gaedren you will die at my hands.” He said to himself quietly, his eyes towards the heavens for a moment before he looked back to his hands. They were callous, “The hands of a warrior.” he reminded himself.
This is Memento... Pretty straightforward fighter from the moonshae isles Looks to be fun =D
Alright then, Elric Aaron Ethan Reece O' Brien The Third Reporting for duty. I should have him completed in a day or two. |