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Post by Grumbaki on Jan 19, 2006 20:26:19 GMT -5
Things were not going as Sven had planned. Granted, he was now inside Yetzinburg, but he now had an angry merchant and nearly a dozen armed mercanries surrounding him. That in itself didn't bother him, what did bother him was the fact that he still hadn't been paid. As the caravan made it's way into town, Sven had marched up to the merchant he was working for, told him flat out that he was leaving and that he wanted to be paid. This in turn led to a shouting match, which got the attention of the other mercenaries, which in turn got the town guard involved. So to speak. One of them had run off to get orders from a ranking officer, while the rest of the Yetzinburg guard kept their distance.
"...worthless! You don't protected *me* during the battle, and now you want to leave and be paid? Ridiculous!"
"Ye promised me fifteen gold crowns to come with ye to Kazad Dawr. I've gone further than that. And if it were not for me, then there would have been...alot, aye, alot more goblins to fight. Ye do remember how much I killed, aye?"
At this some of the mercenaries started to look a little nervous, and those with crossbows readied them. The red-faced merchant gave them a 'your fired' look and then turned back to Sven.
"Oh, I get it. You want more then? Just like your kind, always greedy!"
Sven looked shocked for a second, then his hands tightened around his axes. Even the merchant started to look nervous.
"What did ye say?"
"Now...now don't look at me like that! You take a single step towards me and my men will open fire. I'm warning you..."
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ooc: Dras', I'll give you a chance to post. One of the Yetzinburg guards ran to the center of town to get orders. Whether you want to bring an officer in, Caldath, or just have the guards around them do something is up to you. If they do nothing, then Sven has another fight comming up.
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Post by Drasanil on Jan 19, 2006 20:32:44 GMT -5
[OOC: We'll stick with a guard sergeant for now...]
As the confrontation was about to escalate a far larger group of watchmen appeared in the market most of them stood behind of the mercenaries weapons ready incase they should start something while their sergeant stepped foward and addressed both Sven and merchant. "What seems to be the problem here gentlemen? I've gotten a report about some heavily armed mercenaries causing trouble." he stated in a diplomatic though hardly friendly fashion as he looked over both Sven and the merchant and waited for an explanation.
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Post by Grumbaki on Jan 19, 2006 20:36:58 GMT -5
The merchant replied first, seeing as Sven was a bit shocked at the sight of another group of heavily armed humans.
"This...this dwarf, was my bodyguard. Not only has he quit my employ, but he is demanding that I pay him more than what I agreed, even though he didn't do his job!"
"Ye oath-breaking coward! I killed more wolf riders than all ye men put together and I put up with ye crying for the entire trip! I'm leaving ye caravan and I want to be paid the wage ye promised me. If ye don't, I swear that I'll kill ye and every man who gets in me way!"
"S-see? I told you!"
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Post by Drasanil on Jan 19, 2006 20:49:18 GMT -5
"Oath breaker?" the sergeant replied with a hint of curiosity in his voice, it had been long time since he heard a dwarf bother to accuse such person before beating the tar out of them, most of the dwarves from Kazad Dawr knew the prince tolerated such behavior on their behalf, the sergeant himself wasn't overly fond of it, but he understood why it was necessary, "Since this is a matter of honor.... the Prince made it quite clear that you dwarves allowed... to 'deal' as you see fit with... oathbreakers..." the sergeant replied as he took a step back waited for the inevitable blood bath...
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Post by Grumbaki on Jan 19, 2006 21:00:44 GMT -5
A look of shock passed over the merchant's face, which was quickly replaced by the blade of an axe. The merchant fell over, minus the top of his head.
Silence fell over the mercenaries, who stared at the body of the dead merchant. None of them had ever really liked him, but now there was the problem of payment. All of their weapons were still readied and they were not moving.
"I'll take me payment now. Ye lads can divide the rest. I care not."
The pause lasted for another long second, before the captain of the mercenaries, a man whom Sven never bothered talking to nodded.
"You heard the dwarf. Lets pay ourselves."
As the mercenaries made their way back to the caravan to divide the spoils, each secretly relieved that they wouldn't have to fight the demented dwarf, Sven walked up to the body of his former employer. He happily nodded to the sergeant and then bent down and took the purse from the merchant. Hearing the pleasant sound of gold coins hitting each other, he added the contents of it to his own purse.
(ooc: the exact amount I'll leave up to you Dras')
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Post by Drasanil on Jan 19, 2006 21:04:31 GMT -5
[OOC: 50gcs, don't you just love the Yetzinburg justice system.]
"I take it honor has been satisfied?" the sergeant inquired grimly as he looked Sven square in the eyes, he was hoping that the mention of Sven making the rules would have simply persuaded the merchant to pay up but it seemed the dwarf wasn't in the mood much to the sergeant's frustration.
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Post by Grumbaki on Jan 19, 2006 21:09:23 GMT -5
A broad grin split Sven's face, revealing his broken teeth. He looked positively extatic, kind of like a child who had been given an unexpected treat.
"Aye! That it has. Ye know, I like this town. Most town guards try to kill me when I do that, and then I don't get paid. I think that I'll be staying here for a bit longer. Where be the nearest tavern?"
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Post by Drasanil on Jan 19, 2006 21:13:08 GMT -5
"Well there's the headless orc, just head north up this road you'll find it soon enough near the center town wall." the sergeant replied in a dispassionate ton as he watched his men scatter the mercenaries so they wouldn't cause any trouble and confiscated the merchant's caravan.
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Post by Grumbaki on Jan 19, 2006 21:17:00 GMT -5
"Good, good! Me thanks laddie. A good day this be, aye? Harhar!"
Laughing, Sven walked off towards the tavern with the intention of seeing how much gold he could drink in a single evening.
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Post by Drasanil on Jan 19, 2006 21:23:37 GMT -5
[OOC: 15xps]
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Post by Grumbaki on Jan 19, 2006 21:27:01 GMT -5
(ooc: thanke)
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