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| Barrel Full of Love; Eton | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 7 2011, 04:14 PM (393 Views) | |
| Alexandros | Nov 7 2011, 04:14 PM Post #1 |
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"I don't know about you Clarice, but this place sets my teeth on edge." Since entering the city he'd seen three short and brutal fights in the street between gangs, twelve muggings and one man hurled bodily through a window. "Beautiful. Just beautiful. Would you look at that, I think he might actually still be aliv-...nevermind. Let's just uh, pretend that didn't happen. Seems to be the best option." He turned away from the sight of several raggedly dressed folk that could've been beggars in any other city, repeatedly stabbing the crumpled body and rifling its pockets. Clad in a nondescript coat of brown wool and simple dark pants tucked into calf-length leather boots, Alexandros clutched his crossbow in a white knuckled grip, moving carefully, if a little slowly from doorway to doorway along the street. It wasn't teh greatest method of travel but it hadn't gotten him killed. Yet. Besides, he didn't really know how else you were supposed to cross a street when a group of youths would suddenly burst out of a building shrieking and waving weapons over their head, only to crash right into another group and start hacking bits off of each other. In public. It was all quite..interesting. He'd only had one incident himself so far where a man had blocked his path shortly after entering the city and stabling his horse, brandishing a knife at him, as if he didn't really know what to do with it, but use it to emphasize his gruff speak. "Yer money or yer life!" "You're probably just going to kill me even if I give you the money." "Yer." "This is Clarice. Ain't she a beauty?" "..Wot?" "Think hard now friend, how fast can you move? If I pull her trigger, you're going to be filled with two feet of steel bolt. Run along now." "But-" "Or, I can arrest you. Your choice. With or without Clarice's help." He'd flashed the forged tags around his neck then, and the man had backed off, melting away into the shadows as swiftly as he'd come before. How useful it was to have..friends. He patted the crossbow, though not unloading the bolt, and propped her against his shoulder as he walked. He had to test the new shipment of powder, make sure it was right, and set the records for distribution. Boring, though the position here made things interesting enough. For now though, he just needed to get there, check the records, and ensure the cargo was loaded and the wagons sent on their way towards Kinaldi. It wasn't exactly that he liked this job, but someone had to check in on it, after the last one...well, no short way of putting it, exploded. It had taken half a building with it and that had only been one small barrel. What with it being difficult to acquire, it was annoying to have to now post additional guards on the cargo for fear of it being stolen. Again. This was the third time now. The first had been stolen, the second, exploded. There was a reason he made them paint the words 'CAUTION - NO FIRE' on the side of the damned things. In red paint too. Can't put it past the hollering thugs to not be able to read. Luckily there had been no one in the building at the time. Or maybe it was a shame. What with all the fighting that went on here, it always left one to wonder whether it wouldn't just be better to blow the whole damn city up. And that of course led him to wondering how. Perhaps he could generate some sort of magically fueled large-scale cannon to turn it into a smoking crater? It'd be far too expensive, and time consuming to try to gather enough blasting powder, and that wouldn't take care of all the gangs...probably. Isra wouldn't like that. I'd probably lose my job. Unless she did, and we get some fantastic award. And a kiss. That would make my day complete. Oh Alex, you're so daring and handsome and clever, what would Morrim ever do without you? Chuckling softly he shook his head. Only in his wildest dreams maybe. Only his wildest dreams tended to be his dear old mother not beating him over the head with a parasol and calling him a Kinaidos in public. That soured the mood a little. Edited by Alexandros, Nov 7 2011, 04:15 PM.
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| Eton | Nov 8 2011, 10:34 AM Post #2 |
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Morrim. He didn't want to see this place again. Last time he was here he had to leave in a hurry. Hell...he had been allowed to leave because he had proven useful. Things were still unsteady here, now Ashoka was the territory he refused to enter. It meant this country was open for buisiness again. He however kept a low profile, dressing in a slightly different attire rather than his signature dark blue attire. Right on time...the shipment was coming. Now how to get his hands on that precious cargo. Eton once again had been short on funds, or rather was trying to squeeze every last cent. He grinned as this man and his horse passed. Carting this, substance. Flammable? OH the thoughts. He heard it was gunpowder. Weapon's materials too perhaps...either way he stood to gain a much needed profit. "This guy is gonna have sludge, wheels won't be spinning for long." He said barely audible. A grin came across his face as he began to move. How to tackle this though. Follow for now. |
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| Alexandros | Nov 8 2011, 11:17 AM Post #3 |
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They were already loading the cargo by the time he arrived just outside the warehouse, the low building with it's enormous doors thrown wide open as carts trundled in and out, some laden, some empty. The signature red lettering allowed him to easily pick out which were his, sitting among the crates which were currently being hauled onto the flat bed of the wagon and stacked untidily. Those were necessary, more so than the powder, containing the metals he needed, mostly steel and copper but there was brass also and iron, both raw and refined. And the three small barrels of course, barely the height of his knee and packed with dense dark grit. Alex drew a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut a moment. Now the real effort began, getting it back to Kinaldi in one piece. Tethering his horse to a post outside, he patted the big roan on the nose and quickly removed his hand before he got bitten. Affectionately or otherwise. His horse was well known for being a bad tempered brute of an animal, though placid enough when he was around. The nombleman made a half strangled noise as one of the workers lifted a barrel and it slipped, catching it before it hit the ground. He knew it'd take a spark to set it off but you couldn't be too careful. It was simply too dangerous to just knock around randomly. "Everyfing is almost ready to go m'lord, the boys'll get suited n' booted when we finish the loadin'." Alex nodded, and leaned his back against the wall, allowing Clarice to rest easily against his shoulder, the quiver pressing between his shoulderblades and the doorpost. Six guards and the wagon driver. And him. Costly, but he needed it, or the project would never be bloody finished. |
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| Eton | Nov 8 2011, 11:32 AM Post #4 |
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Six guards and a wagon driver....seems simple enough. How far spaced were they? How heavily armored though. These things mattered. He had ways to disable them quickly. Take the cargo and be on his way. Though it was likely he'd have all of Morrim on his back for robbing the Empress of her shipment. He shrugged. His needs were more important than Morrim's in his mind. He was not above doing something dirty to avoid starving. Just follow them out. It was simple enough. Though he wish he had spent more time on his forgery. Walking up and presenting an "official" document stating this was to go somewhere else would have helped him out a greater deal. But at the same time so very risky. "Chasis is set, just gotta idle for a bit before some crosswirin'." Eton muttered to himself. He yawned. "Though I need t' refuel...wonder what's good to eat around here?" |
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| Alexandros | Nov 8 2011, 12:20 PM Post #5 |
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Bored shitless. He spared a glance back over his shoulder at Spot. The big roan stamped his hoof and shook his head a few times, as if trying to cast off the reins before rolling his eyes and settling, tail flicking this way and that. He'd be fine, anyone tried any funny business then the beast would likely kick their head in, or bite their fingers off. Alex stopped leaning against the doorpost, casting his gaze around the street outside suspiciously. Of all the things, he felt watched. No surprise, it was Orl'Kabbar. Welcome to Morrim, enjoy your stay, try not to get knifed! Hefting Clarice in one hand he walked further into the warehouse and climbed up into the back of the wagon, checking the cargo was strapped down and that the bindings were secure. Satisfied he hopped down from the back of the cart as the guards reappeared clad in their toughened hide armor, swords swinging on hips and shields secured to their forearms. Two of them had bows and full quivers he noted as they threw the oiled waterproof tarp over the crates to keep them dry. Good, so I'm not the only one who'll be prepared then. I bloody hope you know how to use those. He watched as the swordsmen bought their shaggy horses from where they were waiting, and the driver appeared, taking the two to be harnessed for pulling the cart while the guards mounted, the bowmen clambering into the back and perching on the covered crates. As they began turning the cart, the nobleman turned and walked back tot he door, untethering Spot and placing one foot in the stirrup. Only, the horse shifted, nearly dragging him off balance. "Hey, easy." Alex hauled himself into the saddle and directing the beast with his knees, cocking Clarice in front of him, he rode out alongside the laden wagon and its guards. |
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| Eton | Nov 8 2011, 03:13 PM Post #6 |
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Eton had gone on ahead, waiting. Taking the time to set up an ambush outside of town. He just needed their departure time. A couple things here and there....perfect. Things were laid out, his own cart off the beaten path, two horses. Eton relaxed back. A trip wire was laid out hooked up to one of his own little devices. A smoke grenade. Off in the distance, he could have swore he heard them coming. After that device went off. Assuming it did go off. If not...he could always try to brute force it, using his own devices to disable to get what he wanted. If all else failed...give up on the trap and the robbery in general and move on. He wasn't the type to kill to get what he wanted. He sighed. Wait? That sound. They were coming. Enough time had passed for it. Once again a smile came across his face. "Show time..." |
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| Alexandros | Nov 8 2011, 03:42 PM Post #7 |
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The gentle clatter of the horse's hooves and the creak of the cart was about as much action as they saw on the way through the streets, though it only added fuel to his suspicions. Something was off. No one had jumped them though his shoulders had tensed every time they rounded a corner, fully expecting to run straight into a gang war in the road or a group of armed individuals looking to take everything, including their lives. It was relieving then to see Orl'Kabbar retreating behind them as they left through the gates, even though there was yet the rest of the countryside between here and Kinaldi to cover yet. Relaxing a little, Alex sat back in the saddle, nudging the big roan to a trot and the front of the party alongside the cart. "Seems very..quiet, don't you think?" "Aye m'lord. Has been a good turn of luck." He raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Is that all?" "I'm trying not to be pessimistic m'lord." "Right." Slipping several bolts from the quiver at his back he slid them through the loops on the front of his saddle, designed for exactly such a purpose, saving the last for which he slapped into the track, and drew the span on his weapon with a satisfying and heavy click. "Ready for anything, right old girl?" He murmured, resting her against his knee, jolting mildly by the pace of the horse, his gaze slowly scanning the road ahead and to their sides. |
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| Eton | Nov 9 2011, 11:28 AM Post #8 |
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"Ready for anything, right old girl?" As those words were said the trip wire was pressed. Suddenly.... HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! The area directly beneath the caravan began to become engulfed in a white smoke, it profused rather quickly and began to spread. Eton knew the trap had been sprung correctly. While everyone was staring at this Eton threw a signature flashbang into the caravan. Before anyone could truly gather what had gone on. BANG! Birght blinding light and then a ringing in their ears. Eton however was unharmed, having prepared adequetly. He began making his move rushing in and hiding, keeping low to the nearest bush. He could easily reach the caravan. Things were going exactly as planned. It made him quite happy. Now to watch what exactly was going on. In a short while that smoke would engulf more and then that little device would explode. Certainly not lethal but enough to give them a scare. |
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| Alexandros | Nov 9 2011, 11:45 AM Post #9 |
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Alex started as smoke came billowing out of the road beneath the cart, instinctively moving his arm over his face and squeezing his eyes shut to keep out the smoke. Experience with his own mishaps had taught him enough to do that much lest it get in the lungs and keep you coughing for the next few minutes completely. The bright flash of course was merely a redness that left an afterimage while his eyes were shut, bright green patterns dancing in the air once he opened them again. Not that he had any time to react to this. The smoke itself may have just unsettled them but the loud bang, followed by the blinding flash set the horses to screaming, and breaking into a gallop they raced ahead, leaving the blinded guards to struggle with their mounts. Alex wasn't having so much success with his own, war trained, he behaved better than the others but his ears still lay flat, his eyes rolling in his head and snorting heavily through his nose. Spot was only too glad to break into a frenzied gallop after the cart when Alex nudged him to it, the ground racing past in a blur with his rider barely holding on, coughing a little to clear his throat of the smoke. Too good to be true, of course. Whoever's up to it knows their stuff, and when I catch the bastard...I am not losing my job over this! He caught up as the horses slowed, their eyes still rolling and exhausted, stood scuffing their hooves in the dirt. They'd run off the road a short way but it wasn't that far and the tracks were quite clearly heading off this way. Well, clear enough to him, you'd have to be blind to actually miss them. He should probably see to settling the animals down, but his gaze flicked first over the cargo, then to the road they'd just veered off of, narrowing slightly as he cocked his crossbow. "Nice trick you pulled there..." How many? If it's more than a couple I'm probably fucked. |
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| Eton | Nov 9 2011, 11:16 PM Post #10 |
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The most experience one he gathered had taken control of the horses. The smoke professed a great deal more now, filling a ten foot by ten foot area. Eton still had a rather clear view. He drew another flash bang and whipped it at where Alex’s feet were. Additionally, he grabbed his web bomb. He grinned something mischievous. He whipped another directly at Alex’s feet. He may have gotten a shot off but he was going to be close enough that it would disorient him a great deal. Then on top of this he threw the web bomb. It exploded and hopelessly entangled a group of these guards who huddled together. Whether it be due to defenses or trying to gain their senses. With that in place…they were effectively trapped. ‘Fifteen minutes…’ Eton thought. ‘Better hope they don’t realize fire will cut ‘em loose.’ He began making his way out. Eton was capable of fighting dirty enough to take out at least maybe on or two. He rushed to the wagon, for cover. Keeping an eye on his surroundings. Better hurry. That smoke bomb was going to go off soon. It would provide yet another distraction. “Get ‘em Boys!” He yelled out. Confuse them. Make them think multiple people were attacking but in reality. It was just one man. |
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| Alexandros | Nov 10 2011, 04:57 PM Post #11 |
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Things were going rapidly downhill from here. First, his horse stepped on the flash bomb tossed towards his feet, causing it to release prematurely. This resulting in a screaming horse, whether he was war trained or not didn't matter, a flash like that would blind anyone. Alex was thrown from the saddle, bright colors sparkling across his vision as he landed hard on his shoulder with a muffled pop noise, drawing an involuntary growl of pain from clenched teeth. That..didn't feel good. He'd managed to drop Clarice too, skuppering away from his wounded arm and as he pushed himself up groaning, his shoulder screaming with pain, heard the cry 'Get 'em boys!' Great, because it wasn't bad enough my arm may be broken, now I'm going to lose my damned powder. Alex staggered to his feet unsteadily, clutching his shoulder and began jogging towards the cart, awkwardly throwing himself onto the back and scrabbling for a purchase with his one useable arm, dragging himself up onto the crates. Might not be much good but at least he could try. And at least he still had his sword arm. A moment of akwardness, and he drew the weapon from its sheath, holding it loosely at his side. A shame I'm not drunk, but a bit late for that now. Wouldn't have helped much anyway against that. All I can do is try to hold them off until the others get here. |
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| Eton | Nov 10 2011, 08:49 PM Post #12 |
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By the time Alex had gotten there Eton was already shoving the stuff in a bag that he had stretched out. The barrel and all. It was like a god damn cartoon. Eton looked at the man who had a weapon drawn. Intending on killing he assumed. Over all this was a small barrel. Terribly small. BOOM! A loud explosion came from outside the wagon, the smoke bomb exploding. Disorienting anyone else further….as it went off Eton flatly kicked the man in the chest with his boot and then proceeded to shove the rest into the bag. He tightened it up. “Sorry nugget but consider yourself spanked. Power down for a bit. Ain‘t your fault you got outclassed.” With that he would run…or at the very least try to run off before the rest of his group caught up. Morrim’s empress was going to be rightly pissed at him. So was this fellow. He figured he’d be nice….why not? Eton threw something off to the side, lightly. A little going away gift. Call it a trade. |
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| Alexandros | Nov 11 2011, 12:29 PM Post #13 |
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So, not a group, just a single redhead, and nicking his shipment too. Should be able to handle one guy. A loud explosion tore his attention as he angled the sword at the man's neck, about to tell him to drop the bag when the impact of a foot squashing against his ribs came and air beneath his feet. He landed, angled slightly onto his shoulder again and gasped, the air driven out of him as pain lanced through the socket to his collar. FFUUUUUUUU- He released his grip on the swordbreaker, rolling off the injured arm and clutching it tightly, as if that would stop the agony. Worse than the time he had to spend two hours having a healer pull slivers of wood and glass from his side and then refuse to even kiss it better, that was just drawn out. This though was like being kicked by a mule. Less burn, more... "Cocky son of a..." No, not his fault he'd been outclassed but they could have specified what had attacked the cart last time. They might have been better prepared. He'd managed to lose his shipment, probably his horse, and now likely his job as well, and all in the same day. It was probably just as well he wasn't courting or they'd likely walk out on him too with the day he was having. If he knew he was going to get pickled like this then he'd have bought better firepower. Still, had they been doing their jobs right from the off this wouldn't have even bloody happened. He'd thrown something, bouncing lightly past him on the road to settle in the dust. Craning his neck didn't help, he couldn't make out what it was, and squeezed one eye shut in anticipation of another bomb going off. Outclassed. Yeah, that's one word for it. Alex tipped his head back and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the pain, and the defeat. "You know, this wouldn't have happened if I was drunk." Edited by Alexandros, Nov 11 2011, 12:30 PM.
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| Eton | Nov 12 2011, 07:43 AM Post #14 |
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There was no earth shattering Kaboom or even a minor one. Alexandros was left alone with his gift. Eton on the other hand hamscrayed out of there. He rushed out as the Morrim guard gained their wits. Better than expected, no one had been killled either. A smirk upon his face, but then a sense of guilt. Who was he to ruin a life or two? He felt like Sophia. Unrepentent and self centered. He sighed, but truth be told he wanted this. If he could develop something great with this or do much better with this shipment then say what Morrim did. It would be worth it. More importantly, it would feed him and make him money. |
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