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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 28, 2015 5:11:12 GMT -5
"Sounds like quite the clean Kill" Darius said, somewhat impressed.
"Mine was a bit more... rough around the edges"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 28, 2015 11:13:01 GMT -5
"Got lucky with that one. Though now you got curious. What happened with your first?"
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 28, 2015 18:44:48 GMT -5
"Well, it was 16 years ago, shortly after I arrived in Tyrosh. Me and several other sellswords had opted to work together for a bit, and so at some point we took a contract to get involved in some unfriendly competition between 2 merchants" Darius said, before taking a swig of wine as he made sure he was remembering things correctly.
"So the first thing we wound up doing was going after a caravan belonging to the other merchant, at this point we were the first to take... hostile actions, so the caravan only had 2 guards, and the people actually running it. We attacked them while they were away from anyone, dealing with the horses first. Then the old man, the guy who trained me dealt with the 2 guards while me and the 2 other fresh bloods got to work taking some valuables from the Caravan, and burning the rest, the idea was to scare the guy running this particular one into leaving his boss." he continued, before taking another swig, fully emptying the goblet once again.
"So as we were about to open up the cart and have a look inside, a rather large man, who we later identified as the caravan master, jumped out of the caravan and attempted to choke the life out of me. As you can see, I'm not exactly towering now, and I was no taller back then, so a man of such girth landing on me almost crushed me immediately, and there was no way I could get him off me. The only thing I had was a rusty old dagger I got hold of... probably stole in all honesty. Which I managed to get out of its sheath before the guy fully crushed the life out of me, and I think I stabbed at the side of his stomach, which thankfully made him loosen his grip. I cant recall all of what happened next, due to being choked, but eventually I got the guy off of me, and from what I saw of the corpse... well that dagger did a lot of damage."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 28, 2015 21:18:59 GMT -5
"Have to admit, it's a hell of a lot more exciting than bashing some poor blokes head in." Korben said, rather impressed with the man before him, "Guess you got him to not work for the other percent. A little more permanently than scaring him off."
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 29, 2015 3:07:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, that contract did prove a bit easier than anticipated in the long run" Darius said,
"But exciting is not exactly what you want when your a boy of 15 years who has never killed someone before"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 29, 2015 3:16:04 GMT -5
"What do you know..." Korben said with a chuckle at the mans age, "I was about 16 when I killed my first. Let's see, that'd make you..." Korben looked down to his hands, using his fingers to help him count up the years as he concentrated, "28. 29. 30. Thirty-one?" He asked, wondering if he got it right.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 29, 2015 3:25:29 GMT -5
"Close enough, never could be bother to keep exact track" Darius said.
"I guess since then I've grown more fond of excitement, and seen plenty too"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 30, 2015 15:22:53 GMT -5
Dud did what any good tourney knight does as he waits for the games, he drank. He went into the great hall to find a table to drink and relax.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 15:28:21 GMT -5
Dudley sees a bunch of men at arms, and pretty ladies, and gien the late hour, many games of dice banned during respectable hours.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 30, 2015 15:42:18 GMT -5
Dud was pleasantly surprised with how busy the hall was. He threw back some ale and made his way to one of the dice games to try his luck.
"Any room for another here?" He asked as he approached a game
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 16:02:40 GMT -5
"Of course, if'n you got the money. Five silver a toss," the man says. "Three silver for each dice out of the five you keep. Most sixes wins after two rolls."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 30, 2015 17:14:26 GMT -5
"I'll throw a couple." Dud said taking out the five silvers.
He tossed the dice to try his luck
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 17:17:08 GMT -5
He gets a 6 and 4 other numbers. His two opponents each have two 6s. "How many dice you buying back, Ser?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 30, 2015 18:03:35 GMT -5
"I'll take three back" Did replies putting down nine more stags. "Show me some sixes!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 16:43:17 GMT -5
He gets a 4 a 5 and another 6. His opponent to the left busts out. His other opponent ties. They each take a third the loser's take, the house getting the third part for a tie.
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