Fantasy RPG Forum - Standing Trials

20th Of Zi'Da 717


So what was a merc bro and his cohort to do after a day of cheeky hijinks and no good shenanigans? To the duo it was just another day of flaunting there tabards and shaking there tail feathers looking impossibly good while throwing down the mighty fist of the law on ner do wells to make Ganguis crew shine in fosters landing. Wasnt that the whole point? Get in good with a contractor, learn the tricks of the trade and then use what he learned to turn around and build his own mercenary conglomerate a one stop shop for steel and badassary.

Woot littering in the streets? Boom boot in the groin, talking back to the law? Boot to groin. Criminals hassling folks ? If you guessed a kick in the family jewels than you thought correct. They dynamic low town duo were here to clean up the streets, one low kick at a time. Supressing violence with even more violence, its what they did and they did it magnificently as they upheld there mercenary gold standard of excellence. Maybe they'd be in line for a promotion, or employee of the month they certainly were serving up a heaping portion of justice on there daily grind.

Vorval was ready to settle down and eat something or get a quick drink and call it quits for the day, but he had maybe a gold nel to break for something special. It wasnt a shit ton of money but it ought to get them somewhere, so they headed down the streets with a capricious flare that was suspiciously flamboyant as they held there noses high like they were pompous nobles trying to hold back some laughter over there childish bullshit as they threw there weight around.

The fuck did they care, they were the law and there tabards may as well have been bronze deputy stars that said we are better than you. Who needs the booze, they were drunk on there thimble full of power and loving everything that came with it as they terrorized criminals and low life scum with there chipper upbeat ass whoopings that made light hearted fun out of business made personal.

And then it came that one moment you just catch a whiff of the tail end of a deliciousness that caused Vorval stop in his tracks and fixate on the tavern. It was coming from that seaside joint, over yonder what was its name again? Oh yea the Trove he thought as he snapped his steel clad fingers.

Vorval was decked out in pimpin plate armor, while Luwellyn was drenched in thick chainmail, she had a combat spear and Vorval had his gladius and shield. Of course Vorval blamed politics for the mishap with his promised gear and provisions he felt sort of naked as Luwellyn was wearing his glorified undergarments something about steel pajamas it just wasnt right without his jam jams, but no matter his attention fixated on getting to the front door. Till a couple of treasure hunters came stumbling out the bar like a couple of drunk turkeys and barreled through the ex blade brother and his squire as the adventurers hobbled on there way carrying eachother in song and spirits as they were so intoxicated they were relying on each other to stand and get around with there unbalanced sways and dips.

He was going to waltze in however there was a problem, something didnt feel right when two guys came busting out the pub. Something caught Vorvals attention, a gold hoop earing that flashed its sassy jazz in the right light. Vorvals thought process was instantaneous and no it was not the old addage the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe oh no indeed it was a pirate or a thief pretending to be a pirate hoop earings bandanas sabers the only thing missing was a peg leg and a hook hand and a bird squawking paulie wants a cracker. Whether it was the real McCoy or a scoundrel, there was two of them no less so there was an element of danger involved. Was it profiling? Maybe, but if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck then chances are it must be a duck.

These were dark days indeed as choices needed to be made did he go for the drink and hot meal or would he go that extra mile under Ganguis employment to oversee the drunkards to safety , and ol Vorval knew nothing would piss there boss Gangui off more then having him realize they allowed a mugging on there watch while they got trashed at the bar. That sounded like a real good way to catch a demotion or worse yet a pay cut he could handle a verbal lashing but not his precious nels no fucking way hed let that happen touch his pay and that's that game over man no second chances, contract null and void.

With a heavy heart he sighed and took a step back from the bar door and motioned to Luwellyn to follow suit as they followed the unscrupulous looking men and tailed them from afar being vigilint to stay on there tail so they could apprehend the buccaneers the moment shit got real.

But things took a sudden twist when the salty scallywags turned the corner and as they followed the treasure hunters they drew there steel sabers, as Vorval hit the corner he came to the realization the buccaneers were in fact treasure hunters or thats what he thought, not thieves as they drew there sabers in defense of what he believed were there friends.

They must have been chill adventure bros who sipped there ale rather than guzzle it down and were in fact over seeing the escort of there friends until the inevitable tide of steel came crashing in with blood and thunder as the true pirates had worn regular cloths and were trying to blend in to ambush the unwary with a small mob mentality they were clever to hide in the open but no matter.

Vorval charged in putting himself infront of the trio of drunkards and shouted at the pirates.

"Alright the gig is up, drop them daggers you scallywag bitches or you'll be catching more than scurvy."

They did what he expected, and Vorval was ready to bend these ambushing cloak and dagger bitches over his knee and spank them with the flat of his sword, part statememt part public humiliation hed keep the option on the table as he raised his shield in defense as the idiot slashed and was duh blocked by his heater shield exposing those ribs for Vorvals gladius to quickly slide in and out as cotton fabric was no match for the tip of his blade, blood seeped from his gladius its color was blackish and the buccaneer let out a morbid cry in horror as hed been stabbed in the liver and found himself bleeding out in a pain that could hardly be defined as he rolled up in the fetal position. He never understood why they'd swing some cheesy piece of shit dainty blade at a guy in armor expecting it to cleave its way through.

His tour of duty protecting the streets so drunk treasure hunters could piss themselves in public had not finished as he braced his shoulder and threw his weight into it, slamming the shield into the next assailant with enough force to momentarily repel and stun but as the second pirate regained his bearings after being shook he lunged forward only to find himself deep throating Luwellyns hard wood shaft as the spear tip had deflected off the original target the upper chest and plunged into the pit of his throat. As he flailed wildly agasp for breath he pulled so much trying to grip and handle the girth of the shaft causing it to savagely tear free from the meat and tendons of the pirates throat parting the artery in the process as a gushing spray of crimson as it burst.

More steel more violence as the two adventure bros entered the fray, swinging there sabers like a couple of regular dumbasses its no surprise there clothing simple garments were no match for sharpened edges as they found themselves assaulted by quick and nimble pirate daggers. Sure it was all fine and dandy till a fast bugger zipped past his belly spilling his innards like spaghetti in the street. Luwellyn Grabbing the scruff of the lucky uninjured undrunk adventurer and pulled his stupid ass out of the fray.

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The sound of steel sang its melody of death and sorrow as gentleman's court weapons plinked haphazardly off his plate. While Luwellyn fished for fight ending blows with her spear behind his shield, it seemed the pirates were smartening up after Vorval stuck another pirate in his exposed thigh after an attack had been blocked. The gladius was a nasty weapon that was thick enough to deliver mortally wounding blows and be used in tight quarters it worked extremely well in tandem with his heater shield because you could not see the counter attack from behind it.

They backed off a bit, flipped him off and fled into the alleyway like the rat pack they were well what was left of it.

When the shit storm had faded, there were three pirates two of which had suffered life ending injuries. One was alive with a stab wound in the meat of his leg, being apprehended by Luwellyn. One of the adventure bros had suffered a nasty slash across his belly and needed medical assistance, the other one that had been pulled back was checking out his drunken friends that were singing and so drunk they had no clue what was going on.

They had to make a choice let the adventure bro succumb to his wounds and turn the guy in. Or take the guy to a healer and leave the pirate behind where hed most likely limp off into the darkness.

Vorval asked

"Arent you worried about your boy bleeding out?"

"*"He knew the risks, when he took the contract to bodyguard them."*"

Vorval shook his head behind his helm coming to the realization he was an asshole for profiling them, it was a better business transaction to apprehend the pirate for questioning and leaving another mercenary, his business competition to bleed out. Unfortunately that was a big yes but he had to make a business decision based on overall profit, and while it made him feel like a shitty human being and an even bigger asshole he was fairly certain the coins hed make off this would help him sleep better as he focused his attention on the dirt bag that was unfortunate enough to still be alive.

"Yous gonna be talking with the black guard, heard they got a method for rat bastards like you to sing like a canary involves a bucket, a rat and a torch."

He chortled and hauled him off the ground to be taken away, as he picked the discarded weapons up Vorval walked over to the fallen mercenary body guard and knelt down to hold his hand as he did his other hand held his head to cradle it before he expired to see him off to whatever wherever you go when you expire. And seeing as how he was ushered off to ghost land or the great beyond he clearly wont be needing this he thought as he plucked the gold hoop earing from the deadmans ear like an ornament off a tree, Vorval was just a salty dog. As they headed back to the base of operations, he played with the earing. When they aptly turned the bad guy in, with the surviving bodyguard and his employers the duo high fived eachother handed in the weapons and headed home.

But just a thought as his back was turned, he took off his helmet and nipped the earing.

"That cheap fucker"

"Brass" Vorval murmered.

As he tossed the earing behind him and put his helmet on and carried on.