BC: On the Whiterun River [IC]

Convicted Murderers, Thieves, and pirates. They all have a propensity towards violence. Something that the Empire of Khodar needs in its struggle against the Thelmor Dominion. As a convicted criminal, you are given the choice. Serve in the army for a chance at freedom or go to headsman. Wanting to live, you choose the former and enter the world of the Black Company.

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BC: On the Whiterun River [IC]

Postby Herzog » Wed Sep 02, 2015 4:43 pm

944 FE, Septembus - Early Morning

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It was early....too early by some accounts. Especially after the ordeals of the last couple of days. What you had expected to be a date with the headsman's axe, turned out to be rather different kind of day. Hauled before a judge, you were read the Imperial Edict and given the choice. Like most, there was no hesitation. You signed the waiver without second thought. It was to be The Black Company and whatever dangers came with it. Another chance to see the light of day, and perhaps...just perhaps start over if you were lucky.

You had been whisked away still in chains under heavy guard and brought before a group of mages. From the Imperial Mage Order from the looks of it. You may have screamed and cursed as you hand was forced and bound on to hard oak table. You could feel the heat from the forge as the Brand was heated. You may have cringed when it was pulled yellow hot from the fire and you make have screamed when it was pressed on to the top of your hand. The smell of burning flesh and searing pain was not something easily forgotten. Nor was the distinct arcane chanting as the mages affixed the Brand. The more astute of you may have felt a bit of tearing on your soul as the magic anchored itself. The Black Company now claimed you.

The next part was more of blur. You had been placed back into your cell to await transport. The guards were very unsympathetic nor very gentle as the pain from the Brand did not subside and made you weak. It may have seen like days, but eventually you were hauled out of the cell at some ungodly hour in the middle of the night and marched to the docks. There, a river barge was waiting. Only two lanterns illuminated the craft as you hustled aboard and chained to the deck. Even with the Brand, you were not quite free of the prison system yet.

As the barge set off to drift into the current, one of the crew passed out blankets. A small token you suppose. There were other prisons present, but you gave little thought to them. With the events of the day, the pain of the Brand, or farewell beating from the prison guards, sleep soon claimed you.

This is how you find yourself in the morning as lay in the barge. The steady creak of the barge's ropes and the clop of the tow horses could be heard, intermingled with the occasional rattle of a fellow prisoners chain. The air had a chill with it that made you glad of the blanket. The pain from the Brand has subsided. And the lure of sleeping for another couple of hours was ever present.
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Mercevial Xenn » Thu Sep 03, 2015 1:35 pm

Ataxia comes out of sleep like he does each day, quickly and with the anticipation of something new to capture his imagination. He stays beneath the thin blanket, pulled up around his neck like a small child, and looks about using quick movements of his head. He smiles a contagious grin to himself as he realizes he made it out of the prison. He does wince slightly as he smiles, though, the pain of the guards extra heavy beating still plaguing him.

He had not been able to contain himself as the guard beat him. The harder the guard hit, to shut the gnome up, the more the gnome talked. He had reminded the guard as he was being abused, "I never forget a face and I'll live far longer than you. So when you're finally retired and your children have children and you're in the home you've worked hard to have... Remember me. When you're bouncing those grand children on your knee and you've found your happiness and your life finally seems complete. When your sons are grown and they protect you in your old age... That is when the explosions will come."

Ataxia was telling the guard this with an as-matter-of-fact smile in his face, like he wasn't being threatening, just truthful. The guard beat him more, trying to exercise dominance over his prisoner, but the alchemist would not stop.

"And when the bombs start falling on you, remember this moment and know you should have stayed your hand on this day. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I'm a gnome. I live for centuries."

He had leveled a gaze at the offending guard that stopped the jailor in his tracks. "My revenge is ice cold and absolute. Just ask Elexior." Ataxia had said, using his victims first name in an almost playful manner. The effect was chilling to say the least.

From that moment on his beatings had ceased. But there was one more face in the archives of the gnomes mind.

He looks around the deck of the barge once again. He was chained beside a huge Minotaur who was still sleeping.

Ataxia wished he wasn't sleeping. He was bored and wanted someone to talk to.

He sits up and his blanket slides from his little chest. He scans the Minotaur with his large, purple eyes. He wasn't like most others... The 'not-gnomes', as gnomes referred to all other races. This one was hairy and horny and hoovey. He was neat to look at.

Ataxia cleared his throat and quickly looked away, as if to seem to be minding his own business. Glancing back, he notices the Minotaur is still asleep, his breathing heavy and bovine-like.

The gnome clears his throat with a dramatic stage volume and pokes the giant in the shoulder.

He, again, quickly turns and looks at some far off point near the tops of the trees, faking interest while the 'not-gnome' wakes up.

'C'mon! C'mon!' thinks the diminutive humanoid.
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Herzog » Thu Sep 03, 2015 4:10 pm

944 FE, Septembus - Early Morning

Looking around the barge, Ataxia's spies four other blanket covered bundles besides the minotaur. They were ex-prisoners much like as evident by the chains to the deck of the barge. None of the those seemed to stirring just yet, or they could be faking. You couldn't tell.

From your vantage point on the barge, you are in the front part section. What probably is considered the hold. The entire craft was probably no more than 50ft. there was a single mast in the middle that contain a boom. The sail was furled up and stowed since the barge was being towed by horses on the shore.

Near midships of the barge were four guards with crossbows and longswords. They were not dressed like prison guards you had seen before, but rather in grey and black tunics. Past them was a cabin of sorts, as much as one could be called on a river barge. There was a funnel on the roof and smoke was covering from it. Most likely from a cooking fire. There were a few other crewmen scatter about, tending to the ship.
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby PMiller » Fri Sep 04, 2015 4:40 am

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Julius "Horns" Maarthanga was rather nonplussed by the affair. Sure the brand hurt, but he was no stranger to prison. He grew up in one a kid and found getting fed in a cell just a little more comforting than going hungry in the wilderness. The guards in the prison took a chance at jeering at him, but that only lasted until the large minotaur 'accidentally' crushed his foot the next time an opportunity arose. An even with the horns capped with cork, those still hurt if one took a jab in the side of the head.

But once on the barge those caps had been removed and he would be deadly should his ire be raised. But Horns for all his bulk and stored aggression had been a reasonable and well-behaved prisoner otherwise. But the new guards on the barge were still wary of the hulking monster and no one had risked getting close to give him a blanket during the night. Besides he was furred and did not really need one.

Hunched into a huge ball of fur with horn sticking out, the massive arms of the minotaur hugged his knees to his chest where his chin rested on top.

It took the gnome a lot of effort to reach up to nudge his shoulder and Horns had hardly noticed. It took a couple more nudges in the softer, more sensitive flesh in his side to get his attention. After a snort at the third one, a large black orbed eye with a red pupil cracked open to look down at the diminutive man.

Horns knew of the extremely talkative gnome by reputation and had heard the shrill voice plenty of time from in the cell block.

His voice was a deep rumble, "What? Tis breakfast time?... I know ya didna poke me juss ta jabber."
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Mercevial Xenn » Fri Sep 04, 2015 9:39 am

As the giant rumbled and opened his eyes, Ataxias grin widened. The gnome nods in answer to his question,"But I did poke you just to jabber!"

His purple irised eyes narrow suspiciously as he casts a glance over the other recently released prisoners. "The rest of these not-gnomes are still sleeping and I can't reach them. Just you." He may or may not have been able to actually reach the others. In his mind the furry giant was the only one to catch his immediate attention.

It seems there is not an emotion the diminutive gnome has that is not readily apparent and dramatically portrayed on his face as it switches to a contagious smile, lighting up his whole being.

"Isn't this exciting?? We woke up today and we weren't dead. Oh... I hope those guards over there are nicer than the last ones," he says, gesturing at the men with the weapons standing mid deck, "or as I like to refer to them, 'they who have been blown up but don't know it yet."

"Dead man walking!!" he shouts a little louder than intended. The guards look over and the gnome holds his hands' palms forward and mouths 'sorry' to them before making a show of zipping his lip and throwing away the key.

The alchemist looks up at the Minotaur with awe and curiosity, a look he quite often has. That, and perhaps a touch of madness that seems to be a trademark of the race.

"The name's Ataxia.... Ataxia Praxx... Esquire!" the gnome says, clearly using the title as an impressive sounding addition that meant nothing.

"Pleased to meet you."
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby PMiller » Sun Sep 06, 2015 8:51 pm

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Horns snorted out a breath as Ataxia started explaining that his only reason to poke him was to jabber and he was chosen because he was the only one in reach. "Lucky me," he muttered as the gnome continued talking. A glance around showed breakfast was not yet ready either.

He looked at the soldiers or guards, whichever they were, and appraised them. The minotaur was not afraid of them and there was already an understanding when he was brought aboard. As long as they did not push him, he would go along willingly. Likely the prison guards had talked.

Horns glanced down at the excitable gnome and took in that madness and claims of being able to blow things up. He was usually not impressed with the wee folk, but if the crazy little guy was able to destroy way more than his own weight, he could see why the Black Company would offer to put his talents to more destructive use than his execution would bring.

Finally able to get a word in, the minotaur's voice rumbled, "Horns."
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Merry Mortician » Mon Sep 07, 2015 9:04 pm

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Oswyn Carver awoke in stages. First there were the ambient sounds of the tow horses clopping along the bank, the river lapping at the sides of the barge, the hushed conversations of guards too soft to make out. Next he became aware of the transport vessel's subtle rocking motion, the roughspun fabric against his cheek, and the iron reminders around his wrists and ankles. Finally, he willed his eyelids open (though one remained swollen and refused to rise past his pupil). Chains rattled with his motion to pull the blanket tighter around his shoulders and stave the morning chill.

The guards here seemed much calmer than those at the prison. There was no immediately apparent malice or thinly veiled desire to inflict wanton violence. Across the way, Carver spied the animated gesticulations of a gnome. The minotaur beside him looked to be nonplussed. That must be the one they called "Horns", he thought to himself. And the gnome. Perhaps he is the mad assassin. The gaolers spoke of both on separate occasions.

Carver sat up straighter and pressed his shoulders back in a restricted stretch. He was getting a bit old for treatment such as he'd received since his arrest in Calbourne. The man looked down at the back of his hand then. Much of the flesh had been seared away, a tremendous blister now in its place. The edges of the rune were blackened and the skin felt taught when he flexed his fingers. The itch was maddening. What I would give for some aloe vera and poplar buds...

"Dead man walking!!" came a shout from the assassin. Carver did not move his head but discreetly slid his eyes to watch for a reaction from the guards. They seemed more or less unbothered by the outcry. Carver focused his attention, attempting to read the gnome's lips whilst listening to pieces of the conversation carried on the occasional cross-breeze. He picked out the man's name but little else. He determined to observe for the time being. Gods only knew what fire he'd landed himself in when he signed that contract.
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Herzog » Tue Sep 08, 2015 4:19 am

944 FE, Septembus - Early Morning

A couple of the men with the crossbows glanced over at the gnome's outburst, but made no move to discipline. One did have a look of disgust on his face before turning to look out onto the river bank. You get the feeling that they were not happy about being on the barge and rather bored. At least they were much more disciplined than some of the prison guards. They are not alleviating their boredom by beating you.

There was a clatter from the cabin and some cursing could be heard. It sounded almost female.

Two of the others prisoner's began to stir. One of the bundles next to Oz poked his head out of his blanket at the noise, blinked once, and pulled the blanket back over his head.

The other bundle on the other side of Oz, startled more awake with a rattle of his chains

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"Gods Damned! I'll gut yo---ooww" the man groaned. You could tell that the guards had fun with him. He had long brown hair, bruises on his face, a busted lip and cut's on his forehead. The man shifted to a sitting position as he mumbled to himself.

The third prisoner bundle remained still and did not move.

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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Merry Mortician » Tue Sep 08, 2015 5:16 pm

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Oswyn glanced sidelong at the abused man beside him. The chirurgeon had received ferocious beatings following his arrest and orientation in prison, and the guards had certainly gotten licks in here and there over the months, but his acceptance of his new environment had made striking him less entertaining for many of the brutish guardsmen. He was no true stoic--he cried out in agony when they cracked his ninth and tenth ribs and he wept the first night behind bars--but he never protested. He never cursed his tormentors. He bore their savagery until they bored of him and moved on to rowdier targets. In retrospect, he supposed it had been a reasonable strategy to pass his time quietly. But the fact remained that he could not claim credit for such wisdom in the moment. He merely recognized that a man who perpetrates abomination will surely endure the gods' wrath.

However, there were people in Whiteshore who owed their morning piss and coffee to him.

Carver had learned not to ask questions of the other criminals on his cellblock. Something about the fresh air must have addled his senses. "One of them was wearing a ring, from the look of it," he drawls to the man on his left. "How did you earn those?"
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Herzog » Tue Sep 08, 2015 6:11 pm

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The long haired man, glanced right as Oz asked him about his bruises. The man felt around his teeth and flashed a smile, proving that he kept them all through his ordeal. A mirthful smile played across his face as he swept his hair out of his face with his good hand.

"Heh. Aye, probably. Did it leave any initials? " The man winced as he flexed his hand containing the brand. It was just as ugly and fresh as yours.

"Might be why he didn't take kindly to being told he had a sow of a wife, and that I could show the bitch a trick or two once the war was over. His wife and his mother."

The man chuckled softly before quickly stopping from the pains of his bruises.

"So, what about you? Looks like them guards don't like it when some one takes the Brand, eh?"

He also cast a glance at the Minotaur and the noisy gnome that woke him up.

"Heh, we must have got the big boys share too...would have been interesting to see that attempt of a beating."
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Merry Mortician » Tue Sep 08, 2015 7:00 pm

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"No initials that I see. But those cuts want some cleaning."

Oz considered the man's question a moment before responding. "I...unsettled them. I imagine our turn of fate to have been quite frustrating for them, yes." He looked over at the minotaur. It was curious that the beast allowed itself to remain fettered.

"You've a name." It was more statement than question. "It would seem we're to travel together for the foreseeable future."
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby PMiller » Wed Sep 09, 2015 1:10 am

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Horns had not missed out on all the beatings. It just had not proven very entertaining to the prison guards after they had some revenge. Even in defending himself without attacking back, he had proven a little too dangerous to mess with. The guards found it much like trying to beat up an ox or a steer.

The minotaur's low voice rumbled, "They tried punchin' me, but it hurt their hands too much. I have thick bones, thick hide an' harder muscles."

"They get off pickin' on ya smaller folk, particularly if they can make ya scream or beg. I be born in worse than their prison so..." he shrugged his mighty shoulders. Though he would admit the brand still stung some, but scabbed over it was only a minor annoyance that he could ignore now.

Horns nodded his head fore and aft of the barge as he snorted, "This be a fuckin' pleasure cruise."
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Mercevial Xenn » Wed Sep 09, 2015 11:32 am

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"Yeah.... They punched me a whole lot as well," the gnome chimed in,"although they stopped once they figured out all their loved ones were going to die violently in an unforeseen hail of alchemist fire one day."

Ataxia smiles a genuine smile which makes his statement all the more unsettling.

He flexes the hand where the brand is seared into the flesh but if it hurts him he certainly doesn't show it.

He leans towards the two that have just awakened and looks at them curiously. His tiny frame looks alien when his large head is taken into account. His purple eyes bore intensely into the dark practitioner and the beat up hippie naturally. Even one highly trained in reading people would have a tough time with Ataxia.

"I'm Ataxia.... You know... I hear this Black Company is suicide." He looks around slyly, as if he holds the worlds secrets in his mind. "Impossible missions, odds always stacked against them... Muderers and madmen leading the depraved..."

"Anyone else here think that sounds like a whole lotta' fun??" He puts his hand up like he's asking a question in an academy. "Show of hands? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?" He says, referencing something obviously hilarious to him but completely unknown to anyone else.

Looking to the guards, he switches gears quickly. "Boy I'm famished!" He says loud enough for the guard to hear but looking around so as not to make his overt statement seem directed.

He throws a not-so-subtle wink Carvers way.
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby Herzog » Wed Sep 09, 2015 5:07 pm

944 FE, Septembus - Early Morning

The guards did not rise to the gnome's bait. These four did not seem to be the kind that could easily be swayed by taunting or other such acts. They had the air of being professional soldiers tasked with guarding the barge just as much as keeping watch of you new Black Company recruits.

But in the end one turned to the cabin. "Them recruits of yours are getting hungry!"

"Breakfast will be damn well ready when it's ready! And they are not MY recruits, " came the reply in female voice. There was more clatter from the cabin.

A couple of chuckles came from the guards at that response.

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"Hehe, well Ataxia, I've heard the same thing as well. But it's better than losing your head, eh?"

The man shifted in his sitting position, stretching his legs as much as the chains allow. He rested his back against the barge's side. He looked to Oz and then to the others in turn as he told them his name.

"The names Cynric. I uh...just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But now it seems in the right place, but the time...eh, we shall see."

Cynric looked at the Minotaur with an appraising eye. "I would have paid to see that as well. Them guards breaking their hands."

About this time there was a flap of wings as large bird flew by. In seconds, a large black crow landed on the gunwale of the barge. It cawed a few times as it shifted over until it was directly over the 6th prisoner. It cawed again and then eyed the rest of you.

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"What the?" cried Cynric as he looked at the bird.
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Re: BC: On the Whiterun River

Postby PMiller » Thu Sep 10, 2015 4:50 am

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Horns looked at the other prisoners and did not see anyone acknowledge the name Bueller. Personally, he did not think of killing or dying as fun either, but would not shy away from it either if it needed doing. He only responded with a grunt at Ataxia’s question about having fun in the Black Company.

He watched Cynric as he introduced himself and proclaimed a misunderstanding landed him in prison. He did not know much about time and places correctness, tending to roll with the shit life dealt him a lot of. "Twas nuthin' more ya be seein' the next time sumbody try it. Sumbody always be tryin' it. Maybe next time be sum puke the sic us on like dogs." He shrugged. Horns was used to be somebody's dog.

Horns thought a crow was a strange omen, but had seen wizard's familiars before. With the mad bomber amongst the recruits, he would not think twice about them forcing a megalomaniac wizard into the group too.

He had a wry grin on his bullish face about the bird, "Taint the breakfast we be promised."
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