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Makorr: Junction {Open RP}
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Post by
Krutos
Baron Revilgaz
- "Excellent", the goblin smiled. "I'll send somebody for you around noon tomorrow."
The Baron gestured towards the reopened doors as sign of ending the meeting. As the two men were heading out, he spoke one last time.
- "Do not dissappoint me, Mr Gryphonheart."
The office doors closed behind the duo and the secretary sitting at the table next to the doorway already had two pouches on his table.
- "This weeks wages, sir", it informed dryly.
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JJ
Booty Bay
- "Well that went better than expected", JJ muttered when they were out of hearing range.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
The only reason Mercer did not flinch at Revilgaz's last words was him having expected something like that. In the end of the day, the Baron was a criminal ringleader, - wasn't his merry band of associates literally called 'Blackwater Pirates'? - whereas the pair of them were nobodies, who appeared out of nowhere and could just as easily
dis
appear.
Still, satisfaction gained the upper hand on his fear. Mercer would trust a pirate over a magus any day of the week.
"You tell me," Alistair grinned, his hand resting on the pocket now occupied with his money so as to stop it from jingling.
"We got a place to stay, we won't be hungry, we're employed. That's more than many people can say for themselves."
He exhaled slowly. Mercer did not fully realize it, but he was twitching slightly from the sheer stress of the negotiations.
"Um. I sort of spaced out back there, when we waited. Had to go over the speech and stuff. You notice anything interesting?"
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
- "We were being watched closly, that's for certain", JJ recounted. "A couple of runners talked with the barkeep, presumably the cogs are already turning and they are trying dig up any information they can about us. That's most of it."
JJ looked around in the street. He spotted an inn just a few buildings away. 'The Cozy Hammock' read the sign.
- "I assume that is our housing there", he said pointing at the building. "Shall we visit them first or try to do some of that shopping we talked about?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
"Well, good luck to them, I say. As for shopping, I'll be honest with you: I'm starving. How about we grab a quick meal, then ask the inn staff for a city map or, failing that, some pointers?"
Post by
Persen
Stitch
Dun Morogh
Stitch glanced at Jonas and Martin. "If it shoots, we'll bring you a boar for sure", he promised the 'lady' without waiting for any objections.
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
- "Good idea", JJ agreed.
He started walking towards the inn, thinking what he could eat there.
- "So what are you thinking, how and what stuff we are going to start branding for our new employer? I'm assuming that he will use a product which he can produce himself as a tester. Keeps most of the money still within his grasp", he pondered aloud.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
"That sounds reasonable enough. Trouble is, we don't actually know what enterprises he owns," Mercer sighed.
"We'll have to determine the pool we have to work with. What's being mass-produced, what of that is in demand, and if he has experts in the related area that he can trust. Ah, but at least we can be sure tools of war are never not in demand here," he said wryly.
"Speaking of, did you pick up what time frame we're in? Who's the warchief, for instance?"
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
JJ nodded.
- "I think that blood elf chick said something about pandas", he said, scratching the back of his head. "Pandas means Mists, which means Garrosh is still in charge. Unless he has already eaten that.... thingy. Hard to say about anything else, haven't actually played the game in years."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
"Ah-hah," Alistair let out a pleased exhale. "I would have preferred Wrath, but this we can work with as well. Probably tip our employer off onto the eventual end of this war..."
At that, his stomach rumbled loudly.
"All right, enough scheming. And I've been managing to distract myself with all this talk so well so far, too."
Mercer shook his head with a quiet laugh and entered the inn. He looked around just long enough to spot the counter and made a beeline towards it.
"Salutations. My name is Godric Gryphonheart, accompanying me is Lance Sevast, and I believe we have a room reserved here. Or rooms, now that I think of it."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jonas, Recheck Master of Squares
Location:
Dun Morogh
The dwarf shrugged and turned towards the wall. An ancient musket hung there, a horn of powder and bag of shot hanging beside it. She picked it off and laid the old weapon on the counter, the bag rattling. She gave a glance to Jonas and the others. "Wha 'bout tha rest a ye?"
"I'm good. I have a wand!" Jonas said and brandished the crowned stick.
She gave the youth a slow look. "...Wha' ever kid. Just try not ta hurt yerself."
Post by
Persen
Stitch
Dun Morogh
"Martin over there will take the spear you offered, if you don't disagree", Stitch continued while eyeing the ancient gun.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jonas, Recheck Master of Squares
Location:
Dun Morogh
The dwarf vanished into the back. A moment later she was preceded by the leaf tip of a spear, a crossbar beneath the metal to keep the barreling animal from the wielder. She passed the long weapon to the boy.
"'Ere. Not much else fer ya, but only need eight ribs."
Post by
morginar
Character
: Martin
Location
: Dun Morogh
"I suppose we could do that boar slaying quest. Though I'd rather have currency and performance enhancing items as reward than food, though I guess it doesn't hurt with a free meal." Martin shrugged.
"And I'm fine, I have this sword I can try out." Spears are for peasant cannon fodder, no way I'm going to use such things.
Post by
Krutos
- "Yes indeed sir, welcome to our humble establishment. Would you like to see your rooms right away? Maybe drop off your bags?", the troll behind the counter smiled.
JJ
Booty Bay
- "No bags this time", JJ interjected. "But we are terribly hungry. What's on todays menu?"
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- "We have some fresh Tropical Golden Bass. Then there we have excellent River Crocolisk steak-on-a-board. Or if you are looking for something lighter, I'd recommend the Salad a'la Gurubashi."
- "The Golden Bass sounds great, I'll have that", JJ nodded.
Post by
Atik
Logan Emery, Desigos
Dun Morogh
"Well... if I'm going to be punching boars to death, I could use a beer at least." Logan commented, waving his hand absently.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jonas, Recheck Master of Squares
Location:
Dun Morogh
The dwarf shrugged and turned to the taps. With practiced ease she drew from one of the tanks, filling a mug with a head of foam. "'Ere ya go lad. Thunderbrew, fresh from the tap." She slammed it onto the table and pushed it towards him.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
So trolls are capable of speaking a perfect Common (or whatever the language currently in use was called) without an exaggerated pseudo-Jamaican accent. Duly noted. It was a good thing Mercer had not played the game for some time, easier to remain unbiased.
Also, the blue-skin was huge. And those tusks looked like they could skewer Mercer all the way through. How do trolls even kiss? Do they kiss at all?
Wait, did he just say steak?
"You had me at 'steak'," Mercer said dreamily.
Post by
Krutos
- "So one Bass and one steak, thank you. Please have a seat", the troll smiled widely.
JJ
Booty Bay
JJ nodded in thanks and chose a table from the middle of the floor. The common room of the inn seemed nice, tables littered all around, sofas and arm chairs in two corners. After a short wait, the troll brought them their dishes.
The smell was incrediable and JJ couldn't help but to dig in.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
It was not until he had dug into the food that Mercer realized just how hungry he really was. Sure, he said 'starving', but Mercer was prone to dramatic statements. He barely managed to remain civil about it, that is, he thanked the waiter politely and requested a jar of moonberry juice to wash theirs meals down before starting on the steak and…
Mein Gott.
"I think I just had a foodgasm," Mercer moaned, unable to keep quiet any longer.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Martin
Location
: Dun Morogh
"Are you going to roll a brewmaster monk?" Martin remarked to Logan with a bemused face.
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