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Sledge
His boots on the wooden floor of the inn. Heavy footfalls. Foreboding drums. The beat of a sure and steady doom. The rings of his chainmail hauberk clinking, metal on metal, as he walked down the hallway. A tower of a man. His wide-brimmed hat scraping lightly against the ceiling. He wore a leather coat which had but one sleeve, and a glove there on the matching hand, both serving to conceal the arm of the beast. The prize of a past conquest, taken to replace his own.
In his hands he held a heavy crossbow. An enormous and baleful weapon.
And he approached the door at the end of the hall and kicked it open. An explosion of wood from the jamb. The brother stood from the table in the room and he aimed and fired the crossbow and the brother reeled and tumbled back and there a clattering of things being knocked over as the brother fell dead to the floor.
The sister gave a yelp and then shortness of breath found her. Frozen she sat, staring at him with nothing short of abject terror.
He stood in the doorway. Watching her. He pulled a bolt from the bolt case on his belt and let go of both his crossbow and the bolt. Both floating in the air, and the windlass of the crossbow began to turn itself and the crossbow in this way so cocking itself and the bolt floated and secured itself properly and then he grabbed his self-reloaded weapon in his hands.
The sister slowly raised her quivering hands. "I can get you more money. Please."
"I have no use for your money."
"Please. Don't."
And he stepped away from the door and inside the room. A single step. To make way.
The nobleman entered. Smirking as he saw the fear on the sister's face. "Thank you," the nobleman said, not to her. "That will be all."
And he left the room and the nobleman and the sister therein and he walked past the nobleman's guards as one shut the door. He walked to the front of the inn and stopped and turned his head to look at the cowering innkeeper.
"What do you hear?" he asked.
The sister. Her pitiful and horrid screaming.
"Nothing," said the innkeeper. A manner of pleading in his voice. "Nothing at all."
A nod.
And the Jackal left the inn and the elven town of Elyr'Adith.
Elyr'Adith.
Nice place to relax. Even if Vel Anir had sunk its teeth into the town there was a contingent of Anirian Guardsmen stationed here for 'protection'. They at least didn't ruin the scenery. Yet.
Sledge sat in a comfortable chair and in the shade on the deck of a seaside inn, the Cortosi Sail. The sand of the beach just out past the deck and the waters of the Cortosi Coast beyond that. She sat with her legs crossed and she smoked, holding the slender reed pipe between her index and middle fingers. All her usual armor was in her room, and she wore her black pants and black gambeson. Felt good to dress down every now and again. Her gambeson was more the length of a doublet and wasn't as thick as those human-made. Comfortable. Like a light coat. And there was a nice cool ocean breeze so it was fine. No sweating to bother her.
She'd been in Elyr'Adith once before with Blair Company, Captain Leona deciding to overnight here on their way north to Vel Anir. But now Elyr'Adith was more accessible than ever after that worldwide incident with the red mists. Fuck that. She wasn't paid enough to fight demons. But in the aftermath, now there were new portal stones in the world. And one such new portal stone happened to be near the teeth-like inlet of the Cortosi Coast just south of the inlet Elyr'Adith itself was built next to.
Auch. But using the portal stones. Just felt...weird. It didn't cost much to pay a mage to make a key, but still...was that creepy feeling worth it? She wasn't sure about it.
Well. Fuck it. What's done is done. And she was here now enjoying a smoke and a few days' worth of relaxing.
"Excuse me."
Sledge turned her head and glanced up. A young man. Human, and probably proud of that little patch of fuzz on his chin. Willowy lad all around. Built like the damn reed pipe in her hands.
"I'm a courier, ma'am," he said.
"Damn it, that was my second guess. Lost my own bet." Sledge grinned.
"Oh." He seemed to lose his train of thought. A growing rattle of nervousness in the way he stood.
"Did you want to know what my first guess was?"
"...No?"
"Good. You'd turn red."
He turned red at the mention of turning red. Said with some amount of fluster, "I've come to deliver a m-message. Are you the bounty hunter named Sledge?"
"That's me."
"Oh. Okay. Lord Havelholme has invited you to his manor at your earliest convenience, ma'am. He has a business proposal he thinks you would be interested in."
"Masseur."
"What?"
"That was my first guess."
"Oh." He turned a shade redder.
"Do you know any good masseurs?"
"...No?"
"Shit. You look like you would."
Sledge brought the pipe to her lips and inhaled and blew smoke from her mouth.
"Was that all?" she asked.
"Oh. Oh! He...Lord Havelholme did request an...actual answer from you."
"Does he know any good masseurs?"
"I...the Lord's business is not mine to know."
Sledge laughed and waved the courier off. "Hey. Kid. Relax. Tell him I said yes. I'll be there before sundown."
The young courier nodded. "Very well, ma'am." And he stepped across the deck and through the door leading back into the inn.
Sledge sat there and smoked and enjoyed the breeze. Well, at least she had gotten a full day yesterday to simply relax. Then again, it was hard to turn down a bounty, wasn't it? The chance to get into a justified scrap. She lived for it. The sheer physicality. Win or lose, a good fight was a good fight.
And that was something life in Fal'Addas had never offered her. Well thank Leona and Blair Company for showing up when they did and taking her in and showing her what life could really be all about.
Sledge sat and leaned her head against the back of the chair and let herself sink into the cushions and watched the tide of the sea flow back and forth.
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In his hands he held a heavy crossbow. An enormous and baleful weapon.
And he approached the door at the end of the hall and kicked it open. An explosion of wood from the jamb. The brother stood from the table in the room and he aimed and fired the crossbow and the brother reeled and tumbled back and there a clattering of things being knocked over as the brother fell dead to the floor.
The sister gave a yelp and then shortness of breath found her. Frozen she sat, staring at him with nothing short of abject terror.
He stood in the doorway. Watching her. He pulled a bolt from the bolt case on his belt and let go of both his crossbow and the bolt. Both floating in the air, and the windlass of the crossbow began to turn itself and the crossbow in this way so cocking itself and the bolt floated and secured itself properly and then he grabbed his self-reloaded weapon in his hands.
The sister slowly raised her quivering hands. "I can get you more money. Please."
"I have no use for your money."
"Please. Don't."
And he stepped away from the door and inside the room. A single step. To make way.
The nobleman entered. Smirking as he saw the fear on the sister's face. "Thank you," the nobleman said, not to her. "That will be all."
And he left the room and the nobleman and the sister therein and he walked past the nobleman's guards as one shut the door. He walked to the front of the inn and stopped and turned his head to look at the cowering innkeeper.
"What do you hear?" he asked.
The sister. Her pitiful and horrid screaming.
"Nothing," said the innkeeper. A manner of pleading in his voice. "Nothing at all."
A nod.
And the Jackal left the inn and the elven town of Elyr'Adith.
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Elyr'Adith.
Nice place to relax. Even if Vel Anir had sunk its teeth into the town there was a contingent of Anirian Guardsmen stationed here for 'protection'. They at least didn't ruin the scenery. Yet.
Sledge sat in a comfortable chair and in the shade on the deck of a seaside inn, the Cortosi Sail. The sand of the beach just out past the deck and the waters of the Cortosi Coast beyond that. She sat with her legs crossed and she smoked, holding the slender reed pipe between her index and middle fingers. All her usual armor was in her room, and she wore her black pants and black gambeson. Felt good to dress down every now and again. Her gambeson was more the length of a doublet and wasn't as thick as those human-made. Comfortable. Like a light coat. And there was a nice cool ocean breeze so it was fine. No sweating to bother her.
She'd been in Elyr'Adith once before with Blair Company, Captain Leona deciding to overnight here on their way north to Vel Anir. But now Elyr'Adith was more accessible than ever after that worldwide incident with the red mists. Fuck that. She wasn't paid enough to fight demons. But in the aftermath, now there were new portal stones in the world. And one such new portal stone happened to be near the teeth-like inlet of the Cortosi Coast just south of the inlet Elyr'Adith itself was built next to.
Auch. But using the portal stones. Just felt...weird. It didn't cost much to pay a mage to make a key, but still...was that creepy feeling worth it? She wasn't sure about it.
Well. Fuck it. What's done is done. And she was here now enjoying a smoke and a few days' worth of relaxing.
"Excuse me."
Sledge turned her head and glanced up. A young man. Human, and probably proud of that little patch of fuzz on his chin. Willowy lad all around. Built like the damn reed pipe in her hands.
"I'm a courier, ma'am," he said.
"Damn it, that was my second guess. Lost my own bet." Sledge grinned.
"Oh." He seemed to lose his train of thought. A growing rattle of nervousness in the way he stood.
"Did you want to know what my first guess was?"
"...No?"
"Good. You'd turn red."
He turned red at the mention of turning red. Said with some amount of fluster, "I've come to deliver a m-message. Are you the bounty hunter named Sledge?"
"That's me."
"Oh. Okay. Lord Havelholme has invited you to his manor at your earliest convenience, ma'am. He has a business proposal he thinks you would be interested in."
"Masseur."
"What?"
"That was my first guess."
"Oh." He turned a shade redder.
"Do you know any good masseurs?"
"...No?"
"Shit. You look like you would."
Sledge brought the pipe to her lips and inhaled and blew smoke from her mouth.
"Was that all?" she asked.
"Oh. Oh! He...Lord Havelholme did request an...actual answer from you."
"Does he know any good masseurs?"
"I...the Lord's business is not mine to know."
Sledge laughed and waved the courier off. "Hey. Kid. Relax. Tell him I said yes. I'll be there before sundown."
The young courier nodded. "Very well, ma'am." And he stepped across the deck and through the door leading back into the inn.
Sledge sat there and smoked and enjoyed the breeze. Well, at least she had gotten a full day yesterday to simply relax. Then again, it was hard to turn down a bounty, wasn't it? The chance to get into a justified scrap. She lived for it. The sheer physicality. Win or lose, a good fight was a good fight.
And that was something life in Fal'Addas had never offered her. Well thank Leona and Blair Company for showing up when they did and taking her in and showing her what life could really be all about.
Sledge sat and leaned her head against the back of the chair and let herself sink into the cushions and watched the tide of the sea flow back and forth.
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