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Post by Vating Hamlick on Sept 24, 2016 14:57:13 GMT -5
Vating had made his way into Agilis City. He was supposed to meet a contact here for a job, but didn't know where he'd be. So Vating continued walking through the streets, hood up as it was damp and cold that day and he didn't feel like being cold when he had something to keep himself warm. He at least looked capable, so that was a good thing, but if this guy had called multiple people, they might make him look a lot less... Capable. He stopped to take a break and look around the city outside of a tavern, leaning against the wall.
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Post by Cameron Takiter on Sept 25, 2016 0:36:49 GMT -5
Cameron walked briskly along the street of the busy Calletaian capitol, his nose buried deep in a history book. People dodged left and right around the oblivious young tactician, hurling curses and "Watch where your going!" as he bustled along the road. His eyes scanned the page, quickly darting back and forth as he mumbled to himself and constantly flipped through the pages of the book. The cover of the book bore the title, The Damser's Devoted: Understanding The Bearers of Stemolnen's Truth, with a sigil printed underneath the title. The book bore no author. "Saligians... Horsemen... he mumbled, flipping the pages around wildly, his brow furrowed. "This just isn't adding up... How were they able to..." Cameron didn't get to finish his spoken thoughts as he bowled right into a man who was leaning against a tavern wall. The young tactician stumbled and fell to the ground, his catalyst making a loud clang as his head knocked against the reverbium bracer and his book sent skidding across the ground. "Oh, dammit!" he hissed as rubbed the newly forming welt on his forehead and looked over at the man he had walked into. "Gods, I am so sorry about that. I didn't see you there at all." |
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Post by Vating Hamlick on Sept 25, 2016 1:05:02 GMT -5
Vating was quite relaxed when he got rammed into by some random bystander, causing him to fall over. He quickly climbed to his feet and went to retrieve the book, saying, "Oh no, it's fine. You didn't mean too." He picked up the book, interesting title... He held it out to the man and said, "What's the book about, seems interesting enough." He was legitimately curious, and was never the best with manners, so he just asked without a second thought.
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Post by Cameron Takiter on Sept 27, 2016 12:10:43 GMT -5
Cameron stood up, dusting himself off and straightening his belt and jacket with one hand and rubbing the sore spot on his forehead. He was glad that his catalyst had granted him higher durability or else that knock on his head would have turned into a pretty nasty bruise. He turned to face the man he had bumped into, smiling awkwardly. "Still, I should have been paying better attention to my surroundings. I wouldn't have bumped into you if I had." The young tactician gratefully took the book from the other man. He gave it a quick once over, making sure there wasn't any damage to the cover or tears on the pages.
"It's about the cult that went to war with the Tyrancian nations a little over six hundred years ago. They worshiped the Damser god, Schrickset, and were attempting to summon him to our plane of existence," he explained as he continued inspecting the book. "Everything about them is in this book. Their beliefs, practices, rituals, important figures, camps, everything. I've been studying it and I hired a mercenary to help me with something I need done, but I don't know where he is. All I know is that he's in Agilis City."
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Post by Vating Hamlick on Sept 27, 2016 17:33:19 GMT -5
Vating blinks for a moment and said, "Oh... Well you found him then. I've been wandering around searching for you. I think it should be you at least. Probably not many other mercenaries searching for their clients..." He brushes off some of his gear and goes on, "so... You need me to do something?"
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Post by Cameron Takiter on Sept 29, 2016 6:45:37 GMT -5
Cameron blinked in surprise as the man said he was the mercenary he had hired. Talk about a coincidence. "Oh, well, that's convenient," the young tactician said. He extended his free hand towards the man, a smile forming on his face. "My name's Cameron Takiter. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hired you because I'd like an escort as I investigate one of the old cult camps. The way history played out doesn't make much sense and I'm trying to figure out the truth. Plus, maybe we'll recover one an old artifact or weapon or something." Cameron paused for a moment, putting his book away into his bag before looking back at the mercenary. "So, ready to play with some dark forces?"
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Post by Vating Hamlick on Sept 29, 2016 20:57:17 GMT -5
Vating smiled as he heard the job, it sounded like he would get to use fight something, easily his favorite type of jobs, "I'd gladly do it." He still had all his gear together and said, "So, when you you need us to go?"
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Post by Cameron Takiter on Oct 9, 2016 23:40:16 GMT -5
"We should be leaving fairly soon. I'm just going to do a bit more research, then we can head over," Cameron explained, pulling a map of Calletaia from his bag. He looked over it for a minute, tapping his finger lightly on the spot where the old camp used to be. "Now, I don't believe there will be cultists or anything of that nature there. History books say the cult was completely wiped out after the war, but you will likely feel dark, otherwordly energy residue from their evil practices and rituals. So, I suppose fair warning is in order: you might go insane." He smirked slightly as he pulled the book back out of his bag and flipped through a few pages, turning in the direction of an inn and walking.
"We'll head out at first light tomorrow," he called back to the mercenary. "I suppose a drink or two is in order before I ask you to risk your mental state for my curiosity's."
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Post by Vating Hamlick on Oct 13, 2016 7:26:31 GMT -5
Vating smiled, the man knows how to keep a mercenary's mind stable. He never really wanted to risk his mental state, but if that's what the job asked him to do, he'd do it. He nodded to Cameron and said, "I wouldn't mind a drink or two before being thrown to the wolves."
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