Quest The Call of Blood

[Romeo Sin]

Winds of change had come. There was nothing short of jobs around these days, and now with these new currents something was in the air. Stagnant stenches would fill ones nostrils the closer they got the coasts of Taagi Baara, so much so that many were beginning to throw up at the shores. Romeo had covered his face with a thick cloth, masking his snout from any form of scent possible. The caravan was a hire bunch looking to discover the source of such smells, a bunch of sellswords and braggarts looking to claim fame. He was only here for the coin, the job paid well, very well.

Scouts said beached sea creatures had been spotted around an island north of the coast, a red tint had begun to coat the blue ocean from the blood. It was unsure whether anyone live on the island, and the workings of a mad witch coven was the expected problem. Romeo did not feel one way or another about the reasoning, he met a witch once, she was nice. Tried to take his finger for a special potion. He took her head. Enough said. Whatever the cause such a smell, Romeo was certain he could deal with it, those around him were now being considered his meat shields should he need such things.

Along this journey, he had brought with him his shortsword and chainmail to be worn underneath the black hide coat. He was nothing short of appearing weak, but he was more capable than he looked. While he didnt get the range of a longsword, the shortsword was easily quicker, and just as deadly.

He gave a brief yawn as the morning sun was beginning to rise on the back of the caravan. Carriages drawn by horses moved in a line of one. Some men were asleep, some awake, some were talking and some were quiet. They were moving to a ship that would take them to said island.

Aedan Miles Echo Christanti

 

[Echo Christanti]

Echo would comb her hand through her hair the other gripped tightly onto her axe. She would look around at the other people on the caravan. None of the people really stood out on the caravan. Though there was one person who did. While she had only caught a glimpse of them once his eyes were something special. Piercing red a color that almost reminded her of blood. She smiled a bit at the thought of blood. She'd recently taken a job which required her to assassinate a target. It was a bit of an understatement to say she was overjoyed when it became clear said target had a team of guards. Guards who if lucky ended the night alive, but only as a near death drained husk of a person. She quickly snapped herself from the thought. Instead she drove her mind to think about her current situation. She’d been on the caravan quite some time, and was hoping it would reach its destination soon. Even if that only meant more traveling. She’d speak to the people in the caravan shyly, but loud enough to be heard. “Does anyone know when we’ll reach our stop?”

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan yawned as he walked along his chains rattling against each other with their odd and at times horrifying blood red and black color. He watched as the various lower tier sell swords meandered admist and around him and Romeo his eyes bored as he looks over at Romeo gesturing around slowly. "So what are we doing here? Aside from dealing with this stench?" He strode forward calmly his leather overcoat left open his forearms bare as was his way he grinned as he saw one of the man point and muttering about the ebony staff he had strapped to his back muttering about how it would be useless in a fight causing Aedan to laugh loudly and ignore them. He looked at the only other person who seemed interesting aside from Romeo was some female using an axe. Oh well hopefully there was a ship where they were going he needed a good new ship.

Romeo Sin Echo Christanti

 

[Romeo Sin]

Romeo had almost forgotten about the fact Aedan Miles had come with him, there was more to this job than the sellsword was capable of keeping up with. He leaned towards the man, a pirate with chains. If one's fetishes could be implemented into battle, Aedan had perfected this notion.

"Right. The ship we're heading to, perfect for you. Plan is this: When we land at the island, most of the crew will be gone with us. Captain is staying back. I'll get the job done, split the money with you and help you get rid of the crew on our way back to the ship."

It would be a bit difficult, but the two had worse odds of succeeding.

"As far as I know, the ship should be over this hilltop. But dont take my word on it." He replied to the women with quite the axe nearby.

The man stretched, today was going to be a busy day.

 

[Echo Christanti]

"Oh so we're almost there then that's good. Thank you." She'd say before trailing off into her thoughts again. Though this time she managed to avoid thoughts of fighting people. Instead she took time to think of her magic. Sharpening herself mentally for the job ahead of her even if only slightly. Soon enough time had passed that the caravan arrived. Though she was a bit confused as to which ship they were supposed to be boarding. She supposed she could follow around the other people on the job. However she also thought it might do her well to try, and speak with the others. So she did what she thought would be best, and approached the man from earlier with the red eyes.

"You wouldn't happen to know which ship we're supposed to be getting on do you?" She would ask him a bit cautiously as she had learned some in this trade weren't the nicest.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan grinned as the crested the hilltop nodding his head towards one of the larger ships his eyes gleaming with an unknown hunger as he gestured towards it. "Probably that Sloop down there. Looks to be good sized to 170 feet 18 guns. Not a bad ship at all." He started down towards the ship calmly the chains rattling around as a staff made of Ebony rested against his back an odd hole in the end of it that looked as if something was meant to be threaded through there in some way. He ran a hand through his hair thoughtfully his hand twitching almost in desire of causing the chains to shift and move around him striking out at those around him his desire for the ship driving these feelings.

Romeo Sin Echo Christanti