Re: Comings and goings ...
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 5:00 pm
The water along the coast south of Ulgoth’s Beard rippled as the fish came up to feast on the mosquitoes in the late evening. Aaron’s fishing line bobbed along in the water, as he stood in the reeds along the coast. The silence was soon broken with the sound of weapons leaving their sheaths, and a bow being knocked with an arrow. Looking over his shoulder he quickly made out two men nearby, a third up on a hill with a bow trained on him. Setting his pole down and resting his hand on the pommel of his blade, Aaron asked how he could help the men.
The leader, a hunch backed dwarf, shuffled closer, his wheezing breath came in short spurts.
“It sheems you have been making inquires about merchant interests in the city.”
“What interest is that to you?”
“Zhe question ish…What interests ish it to you?”
“My business is my own, thank you. I do not appreciate being harassed by armed men.”
The Dwarf sucks in saliva and chuckles.
“Who sent you to confront me?”
“You shee…Some might find it odd that someone inquires into trade matters…With little to trade.”
“One must start somewhere.” Aaron deflected.
“I think this lad needs a lesson…Boyz.” The dwarf takes a few steps back.
“With pleasure, boss.” One of the cutthroats sneered as he stepped towards Aaron.
Aaron’s eyes took in the scene, watching the men, their weapons, movements. Without time to put his armor on and change from his fishing attire, he unslung his shield from his back and drew his sword.
“Come then…”
The battle was intense. Squaring off against the nearest thug, Aaron was shot several times by the bow wielding cutthroat on the hill. Without the protection of his armor, the arrows stuck solidly into his back. Fighting through the pain, Aaron was able to slay the first cutthroat and charged up the hill. Though he was sluggish from the many arrows that struck him, and without the ability to neither don his armor nor call on wards to protect him, he engaged the bowman, only to be struck down. His vision faded a moment until the dwarf struck him a few times across the face. Coming to, Aaron realized he was sitting up, his hand held behind him by the bowman.
“Now…As I shaid, it would be wise to stick to your own affairs.”
The dwarf struck Aaron in the gut with the butt of his axe, then across the face. The last thing he remembered for several minutes was falling to his side was the men, laughing as they broke his leg, left the scene. Once consciousness was regained, Aaron limped and crawled as best he could to the Bearded Mermaid in Ulgoth’s Beard. Losing consciousness again upon reaching the Inn, the Inn’s staff took him in and gave him a bed. Aaron would wake some time later, and after treatment of his wounds and leg, would send a runner to Lady Elvina with a message informing her that he would need to recover for some time in Ulgoth’s Beard before being able to continue with the investigation.
The leader, a hunch backed dwarf, shuffled closer, his wheezing breath came in short spurts.
“It sheems you have been making inquires about merchant interests in the city.”
“What interest is that to you?”
“Zhe question ish…What interests ish it to you?”
“My business is my own, thank you. I do not appreciate being harassed by armed men.”
The Dwarf sucks in saliva and chuckles.
“Who sent you to confront me?”
“You shee…Some might find it odd that someone inquires into trade matters…With little to trade.”
“One must start somewhere.” Aaron deflected.
“I think this lad needs a lesson…Boyz.” The dwarf takes a few steps back.
“With pleasure, boss.” One of the cutthroats sneered as he stepped towards Aaron.
Aaron’s eyes took in the scene, watching the men, their weapons, movements. Without time to put his armor on and change from his fishing attire, he unslung his shield from his back and drew his sword.
“Come then…”
The battle was intense. Squaring off against the nearest thug, Aaron was shot several times by the bow wielding cutthroat on the hill. Without the protection of his armor, the arrows stuck solidly into his back. Fighting through the pain, Aaron was able to slay the first cutthroat and charged up the hill. Though he was sluggish from the many arrows that struck him, and without the ability to neither don his armor nor call on wards to protect him, he engaged the bowman, only to be struck down. His vision faded a moment until the dwarf struck him a few times across the face. Coming to, Aaron realized he was sitting up, his hand held behind him by the bowman.
“Now…As I shaid, it would be wise to stick to your own affairs.”
The dwarf struck Aaron in the gut with the butt of his axe, then across the face. The last thing he remembered for several minutes was falling to his side was the men, laughing as they broke his leg, left the scene. Once consciousness was regained, Aaron limped and crawled as best he could to the Bearded Mermaid in Ulgoth’s Beard. Losing consciousness again upon reaching the Inn, the Inn’s staff took him in and gave him a bed. Aaron would wake some time later, and after treatment of his wounds and leg, would send a runner to Lady Elvina with a message informing her that he would need to recover for some time in Ulgoth’s Beard before being able to continue with the investigation.
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