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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 1:06:41 GMT
"Capital," Nigel shook the lead dwarf's hand, before pulling the next item out of the bag. "Now do I need to go to the House of Mythan or do we have any paladins present who want to do the dear lord proud?" He showed off the holy greatsword with the same showmanship. "Carve a stairway to heaven on the corpses of your godless foes with this bad boy." There aren’t any paladins present, but Nigel knows the richest of them live near the church or by the governor’s mansion. The absolute richest and most famed live to the west in their manors and little fiefs. |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 5, 2020 17:20:31 GMT
He returns the great sword to the loot sack and shoots the shit with his fellow Reclaimers, trading tall tales for a spell.
“Now where’s Georgios and that stunning mustache at?” he asked. The thing was perfection and Nigel was happy, nay proud, to call him his mustachioed brother.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 17:27:01 GMT
"Cleaning glitter off my damned floors," Nigel heard the man say as he entered, a tall and slim man with red-grey hair and a fiery red mustache utterly unfazed by the passage of time. There was a joke that, much like a cat, Georgios used the whiskers to test the width of a door prior to entering a room. Most facial hair gets a curl of some sort, but Georgios's mustache narrowed to points that looked like one could cut a finger one. He's dressed in a simple tunic and trousers with ludicrous purple boots, his chain of office his only other adornment. "How the hell you been you old scoundrel? What regions have you worked at repopulating lately?"
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 6, 2020 1:56:21 GMT
"Come now, Georgios, we both know you will have to buy the copy of the next book to find out," he clapped the old Reclaimer on the shoulder. "How are things on the safe side of the wall?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 3:02:34 GMT
“Boring,” he said. “Like I prefer. The Mist has no women except...well, let’s say I’d prefer the monsters,” he joked. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it. But we all get older, don’t we old friend? Father Time is a total dick and he’s also undefeated.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 6, 2020 3:19:29 GMT
"You don't know the half of it, old friend," Nigel said, with a tired sigh. "I spent the last adventure with a bunch of green adventures, an impertinent lot. I like to think we had some more respect for those more experienced when we were coming up. I led them through hell and back and didn't get so much as a thank you." He waved it off after a moment, water under the bridge. "But retirement is expensive and my publishers were chomping at the bit."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2020 5:52:39 GMT
Georgios chuckled. "Wasn't so long ago we were those impertinents," he said, "drink whiskey all day on the ride and then all night in a different sort of saddle. I had to quit when I woke up between two different women and both their husbands tried to kill me. You know how hard it is to fight two murder charges in court?" He made a dismissive motion to nothing in particular. "And the damned publishers always clamoring like little vultures circling a dying raccoon."
He burped and took another drink. "I can't say I miss it. These days I get to watch all the youth pretend they're the hottest shit some forgotten god's ever taken and then just...well, you know how many of us make it to the end." He shook his head as he watched a sorceress with a rather high cut skirt walk by. "Maybe she'll see thirty if that elf can keep her in a coma for a few years."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 6, 2020 20:44:03 GMT
Having been informed there was more gold to be received from the job, Kjell came by the Guildhall to pick up her check, then immediately left.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 7, 2020 6:54:27 GMT
"You think that's bad? On this voyage a sorceress half my age wanted to rut on my bloody cannon! And that's not a euphemism, Georgios. Singed off all my body care and gave me a nasty case of tinnitus to boot." He sounded his age for the moment, exhausted. "The spirit is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised."
He paused to watch the sorceress in the skirt pass, striking a heroic pose that stood in stark contrast to his words a moment ago.
"So where are you sending off the new generation to reclaim these days? Any up and coming Adventurer Extraordinaires?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 7:13:21 GMT
Georgios raised a finger. “We found something,” he said. “An old fortress from the wars long past. It’s deep in the mountains to the East but far from our usual trails. And best of all...Lord Dominius doesn’t seem to know it’s there either. We’ve kept it well under wraps for now. We call it Safehold.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 7, 2020 7:25:13 GMT
"Well that is news worth drinking to," Nigel took a flask of whiskey from his hip and raised it to his lips before offering it to Georgios. "A proper foothold in the land of horrors. I never thought I'd see the day...at least not without being the one to claim it. Who is manning the fortress if your dusty ass is sitting here in Bastion?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 7:41:14 GMT
"The first actual...uh," he looked about, "let's say test garrison leaves in two months," he said. "One hundred warriors, half a dozen wizards or so, a few scouts. Just enough to hold the place down but not enough to draw too much attention. Hopefully, anyway. We got a few candidates for the job but we're holding this one close to the vest for now."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 7, 2020 8:36:36 GMT
“Just get out with it man and ask me already,” Nigel barked, looking downright insulted at the rigmarole. “We both know I’m on the short list and there isn’t a man alive that’s been on the other side of that wall more times than your truly.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 15:44:30 GMT
The guildmaster was silent a moment, then shrugged. “You caught me,” he said. “Lord Sittarius is worried that you enjoy the spotlight a bit too much for a mission requiring secrecy. I’ve been working on assuring him that the author Thornheart is a bit different than the marine Thornheart.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 7, 2020 17:50:14 GMT
“Well you inform his lordship that while he was resting on his father’s laurels this author just finished leading an expedition of green adventurers across the Nedrassian Trench to the island of Al-Khial and back without a single casualty. Not a one.”
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