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Post by Ezeze on Jun 6, 2018 7:56:12 GMT -8
Well that's useful. Bayla packs up as much as she can carry.
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Post by Daos on Jun 6, 2018 11:38:16 GMT -8
Daos tenses at the noise, readying his staff. Was that a survivor...or one of the attackers? In Common, he calls out, "Who's in there?"
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Post by Ezeze on Jun 6, 2018 12:40:23 GMT -8
Dammit.
"Sorry. Thought the house was deserted. The rest of the town sure seemed to be" Bayla calls back without leaving her spot.
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Post by Daos on Jun 6, 2018 13:15:31 GMT -8
Daos pauses. So neither a survivor or an attacker, but a looter? He slowly moves to enter the room and face this woman, whoever it is, his staff at the ready just in case.
A tall and lithe man enters the room with short light brown (almost blond) hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. At first glance, he looks like an elf. However, the patch of hair on his chin reveals his human heritage. Clad in purple robes and cape, his belt is full of pouches that smell of various spices. "You are not a resident?" he asks.
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Post by Ezeze on Jun 7, 2018 11:13:15 GMT -8
"Nah" Bayla confirms. "I got here after the fighting." She sounds a little annoyed about that. Her orcish parentage is readily apparent - from the exaggerated shape of her biceps to the small tusks that jut up from her lower jaw. She's armed like an orc, too; the axe across her back nearly as big as Daos is. Her human side is most obvious in the fact that she hasn't attempted to rip him apart.
"I'm a merc. Got some message about someone in the area looking for fighters and paying well, so I decided to look into it. I've been here maybe twenty minutes. No idea where anyone is, but was helping myself to the stuff they left behind" she thumbs over her shoulder at the half-ransacked provisions "since they were kind enough to leave lots of footprints to follow. I mean to find out, and maybe get paid in the process."
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Post by Daos on Jun 7, 2018 11:18:36 GMT -8
Daos lowers his staff. "I also received a missive that there was employment here. You say you found footprints? What direction did they lead? I found some evidence to suggest that this was an orc attack. I've heard that sometimes raiding parties slip through the border guard from Sentok, but this level of devastation...looks more like the work of an entire army. And the overall lack of bodies suggest most of the townsfolk either fled or were captured."
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Post by Ezeze on Jun 7, 2018 11:34:48 GMT -8
Since the stranger doesn't seem interested in stopping her Bayla continues to load supplies onto her own shoulders.
"Northwest" she says. "I can do a little tracking. Enough to hunt when the jobs don't come, at least. Orcs, you say? Weird. They don't usually burn entire towns. Makes 'em hard to raid again next year, you know?"
She shrugs "not that I've had any experience with more than the one tribe. Maybe other tribes do it different."
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Post by Daos on Jun 7, 2018 11:51:33 GMT -8
"You're not from Sentok then?" Daos asks. "I thought all orcs were banished there." He pulls out the partial map he found earlier to check and see what direction the town whose name was indiscernible is from Meyerville.
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Post by Ezeze on Jun 7, 2018 12:15:28 GMT -8
"Originally. Not been back for ages. Been working with Flick's Vanguard, though my term came up and I decided to strike out on my own." She glares at the stranger, somewhat defensively. "Still got my insignia, if you've got it in your head I shouldn't be out here in 'civilized' lands. Though if you've gone and gotten that in your head I think I'd do you the favor of emptying it for you."
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Post by Daos on Jun 7, 2018 21:03:45 GMT -8
"Relax, I'm not asking to see your papers," Daos assures her, not taking his gaze from the map. "You said the tracks lead northwest? According to this, there's a nearby town in that direction. If the tracks belonged to the fleeing villagers, they may be heading there to take refuge. Unless the tracks belong to the attackers...in which case, they may be planning to attack it next." He furls the map back up and puts it back into his pack. "Let's take a look at these tracks, see if we can learn more from them," he suggests.
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Post by Ezeze on Jun 8, 2018 8:07:21 GMT -8
Bayla shrugs for a second time.
"Yeah, sure, you can tag along. I'm not too proud to turn down a bit of help. I'll even split whatever reward we might earn. Right down the middle between the two of us, assuming you can pull your weight. The names Bayla, by the way. I had a family name at some point too but I don't use it. Most call me Bayla the Brazen, so you can make due with that too."
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Post by Daos on Jun 8, 2018 8:28:26 GMT -8
The half-elf bows slightly. "Daos Soulstaff. A pleasure to make your acquaintance," he says formally. "And I'm certain I can carry my own weight. I may look like a scholar, and I am, but I can handle myself in a fight, as well, despite appearances."
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Post by Ezeze on Jun 8, 2018 9:28:41 GMT -8
"Oh, I don't doubt" Bayla returns with a grin that might be sarcastic - though she's been so straight forward about everything else that it's hard to tell.
She doesn't even offer to let Daos carry some of the supplies she's picked up. She hefts it all onto her own shoulders, balancing it like someone accustomed to carrying heavy packs. "One more sweep of the house, just to make sure we're not leaving anything useful behind. Then we can head out."
She starts doing just that, making sure there are no rooms she hasn't at least poked her head into.
Investigation: PB3j9Ibh1d20-11d20+1
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jun 8, 2018 10:07:47 GMT -8
Bayla sees no rooms other than the one she investigated, and heads out with Daos.
Soon after leaving, the two hear an unnaturally deep voice coming from somewhere in the town. “Who are you? And why are you here?” it says.
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Post by Ezeze on Jun 8, 2018 10:21:16 GMT -8
Bayla starts at the unexpected voice and her hand goes to her axe handle in the same movement. She turns on her heel, looking for the source of the voice.
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