Heat On East Street (Challenge) (Job Thread)

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Heat On East Street (Challenge) (Job Thread)

Postby Vasin on July 2nd, 2019, 1:57 am

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Timestamp: 21st of Summer, 519 A.V.
Vasin felt the warm summer breeze as it wafted the scent of the sea up to his nose. The scent was mostly untainted by the smell of garbage and filth like in Sunberth. It had been a noticeable difference, one which he welcomed. It was hot out, the sun rising overhead as he stood there on the dock. A Galleon was docked ahead, a massive ship the king he only ever saw in the distance passing by Sunberth. Its pristine white sails had been hoisted up the crew securing the vessel to the dock. They were a rare sight indeed, only the most wealthy being able to afford one. But, they could carry many passengers and cargo. Cargo was especially noticeable as the crew moved boxes of goods off the ship. Passengers also exiting the ship as some could be differentiated from the crew and dock workers. Their clothes being far nicer, much newer, and overall in a better condition. This ship had been here since yesterday. The heat of the previous day having apparently caused the offloading and loading to be slowed. It was an interesting sight to behold, but that was not what he was here for. Vasin stood there wearing an assortment of weaponry and gear. A padded gambison over his clothes as the first level of defense. Over that he had slipped on a chainmail shirt. Over the chainmail his sturdy studded leather metal plates between layers of leather visible by the occasional affixing stud. His nasal helm with a curtain or aventail of chain hung down to his shoulders. Splint plate forearm armor and leg armor protecting his limbs from slashing blows. It was all a relatively protective set up, and in comparison to others, fairly light.

On his hip attached via belt was his scabbard a cold iron long sword sheathed in it. On the opposite side a throwing axe holstered and ready for use. He had decided to leave his shield behind, already having enough to lug around as it was. He had made sure to fill his waterskin to capacity today knowing he would need it. Normally Vasin wouldn't bother with this equipment on such a day, but the client he had come to greet had requested it as to 'Ward off rapscallions before they even consider an approach' and had been extremely adamant about it. It was kind of absurd, but their money was good so Vasin had taken the request seriously. Having decided to wrap a damp cloth at his neck to keep cool during the hottest part of the day. But what was he here for? Who was he here for? Who exactly was this client? An Apparent Merchant, a man of money who had arrived the previous day. Traveling the world on the back on their budget. On the previous day, the hottest he could recall this man who went by the name of James had gotten himself into trouble. Apparently, they got into a fight at the Kelp Bar after running their mouth.

Apparently, they had been beaten rather well and feared that now assassins were after them! How exciting! But rather Vasin was inclined to believe that he had just let himself get spooked and paranoid. But, once more, their coin was good so it didn't matter to Vasin whether or not it was true. Did they want to walk to their warehouse unmolested and under guard? Vasin would oblige their request knowing it also would not look good if a rookie was declining jobs at the Martial Society. So there he stood, waiting, and looking around. Where was this Merchant Man? Suddenly, Vasin heard a soft nervous voice behind him trying to get his attention. "H-Hello, good sir! Are you the one the Martial Society sent?"

Vasin blinked and would step around to face this person. What he saw standing before him at first was nothing. Vasin blinked again confused though quickly his eyes caught on. Glancing just a little down through the chainmail he adjusted his neck a little. Before him stood a young man with blonde hair and green eyes. They had a sizeable black eye over their right eye and bags under both. They were short! Probably Five Foot eight? Nine? He couldn't tell but they had soft features speaking of a sheltered lifestyle. A feathered cap on their head they cleared their throat questioningly but nervous."Yes, I'm the one the Martial Society Sent... James, I presume?"
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Heat On East Street (Challenge) (Job Thread)

Postby Vasin on July 2nd, 2019, 2:00 am

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The young man nodded his feathered cap bobbing a little. They went to speak but paused, composing himself."Thank you! I need your help getting to the warehouse. It's in a bad area and after what happened yesterday..."

James gently put their hand to the corner of their black eye and winced a little. Vasin stared at the rather... effeminate? Unaposing? He wasn't sure how to classify them, young man."Well, with my sword you will get there no problem. My name is Vasin."

Vasin reached out a hand offering to shake though was left hanging for a moment. Then young merchant James then daintily reached out and would give a gentle shake."Vasin, you are uh... experienced yes?"

Vasin ended the handshake and would offer a simple nod. They seemed to be rather concerned about all of this."Of course, I am! My home was originally Sunberth. Any would be assailant here in Zeltiva wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance! Not compared to even the lowliest of pickpockets or thieves of Sunberth!"

Vasin boasted loudly and with confidence trying to reassure the Merchant. They seemed surprised! Or maybe shocked? "S-Sunberth? You are from Sunberth? I've only ever seen that place from a far away distance! You... you won't..."

The Merchant had begun to speak beginning to back off a little. Vasin sighed knowing he should have expected such a reaction."You have no need to fear. I worked for the Gold Finger Loan agency. I have worked... uh... closely with many merchants before. By Sunberth stands you could consider me the law there!"

Vasin was exaggerating but it seemed to reassure the Merchant would seem to take a minute to think."Alright... I guess we should get going then? How do we get there...?"

The Merchant would ask and Vasin smiled under his helmet glad that they would soon be underway."It is simple! Stay by my side and do not leave my vision. We will make a straight forward path to your warehouse... but whenever you think we are being followed tap me on the right arm three times."

The Merchant nodded though there was one more thing."Now then, where is this warehouse you need to visit?"

The Merchant stayed quiet for a moment thinking about it."It is on the east street... it is a small place. I just want to make sure everything is in order."

East Street? No wonder they didn't just try and get the Waveguard to help them. Vasin would nod and then start to walk past them."Come on now! Let's get going." Vasin would nearly order the Merchan falling in line quickly. Like a Deer constantly looking around while Vasin took a more casual approach. He moved in a wide confident way as he had been in Sunberth. Though, in this heat? It was a bit uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to just get back home and plop this armor off. It wasn't killing him, but it wasn't a treat that was for certain. Regardless, this was a pretty easy job right? Escort some Merchant to their shady Warehouse and get paid. Though for someone who apparently got into a bar fight for running their mouth.. they were oddly mouse like... It was someone strange in further thinking. Maybe they got drunk or said something they didn't mean? Vasin couldn't be certain without asking, and he didn't really care to get involved in all the details at the moment.

With the Sea and Docks at their backs, Vasin walked side by side with the Merchant. They stayed quiet and Vasin stayed quiet in return. They seemed almost glued to Vasin as they ventured forth. Walking up the street past buildings that rose above. They were a far cry from the absolutely gargantuan buildings of the Center of Healing and University, even the Martial Society, and yet they were far grander than the typically Sunberth dwelling. It was like walking through a fresh world as opposed to a rotten one. But, Vasin knows better to think that this place was perfect. He would be a fool if he thought that, and Vasin was hardly a fool... most of the time. Though they had not even moved a block when Vasin felt it, three taps. So far the Merchant had been eyeing every person they passed with suspicion, but apparently one had him worried. So soon? Vasin breathed out. He was a little annoyed but didn't let it show as he would continue to walk forward.
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Heat On East Street (Challenge) (Job Thread)

Postby Vasin on July 2nd, 2019, 2:01 am

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Vasin deciding to placate the Merchant would make a left turn at the next street. Cutting out of vision from any would-be pursuers. The Merchant glanced back, Vasin could see this from the corner of his vision despite his helmet. Then Vasin would take another left after a brisk walk in that direction. His steps had hurried and at first, the Merchant seemed to have trouble keeping up. Going down the sparse sidewalk Vasin had set his eyes on the next left turn. His idea was simple, that if he turned left three times that would expose anyone trying to follow them. Thus either the Merchant would see they are not being followed, or that Vasin would have to stick his sword into someone. It could also force a would be a stalker to back off for a little, risking they lose the merchant themselves. Vasin would look to the Merchant who seemed relieved after that, not seeing whoever they had seen before. They would look up to Vasin with a reassuring nod. "They seem to have gone away..."

Vasin nodded glad that he had placated the young Merchant and would continue along."We are going to pass the Martial Society into East Street." Vasin would inform James as they walked back on track. They were already in the Sailors Quarter, which meant that they were already close to East Street. So it was just a matter of getting there and getting through without being attacked by anyone."I'm guessing that after what happened at the Kelp Bar you backtracked to the Martial Society right?" Vasin questioned curiously through the Merchant at first remained silent. He would give them a sideways glance and the Merchant would then speak up."Y-Yeah! It was pretty uh... hectic... I don't remember most of how I got there. Just that I went there as fast as I could."

Vasin quietly nodded though would speak up again, wanting to keep his mind away from how the sun beat down on them. Would it kill the weather to just rain a little? Send some clouds over? "I guess you didn't know east street was dangerous? Or about its reputation?"

The Merchant hesitated for a moment seeming a tad distracted."Y-Yeah! Of Course! Why would I uh... know anything about East Street. No reason to! Of course!"

Odd, that sounded a little defensive and the way they scrambled out their words."Well, alright then. Just be more careful in the future... Ask around about dangerous places and all that."

Vasin would see the Martial Society rising up over the surrounding buildings. They were entering the east street, a place that the Wave Guard would not go."Alright, so begins our journey down east street. Remember the rules? Tape three times if you think we are being followed." Vasin pointed to try and make sure the kid was paying attention. They nodded but didn't say anything to Vasin seeming a little uncomfortable. Well, whatever. Vasin would walk forward going along the route. He had so far himself been to the Kelp Bar and Martial Society. But little else in East Street had drawn his attention. The people here seemed rough, and he got a familiar feeling of being watched as they went. The attitude here felt very much like Sunberth, maybe not as intense or as smelly from a Slagheap? Regardless, he knew that he would, in fact, need to be careful in this part of town. No matter how much he had gloated, he knew the danger was real. Especially with that kid wearing some rather shiny looking gold rings.
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Heat On East Street (Challenge) (Job Thread)

Postby Vasin on July 2nd, 2019, 2:02 am

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Some shady characters could be seen on street corners, sunken dark eyes twitchy watching their movements. Minds addled by whatever they were on as they sized them up. As they passed by one alleyway Vasin noticed two people obviously exchanging packages. Probably a deal going on the back door or something in that regard. At seeing these people who on occasion viewed them with predatory intent James would get a little closer to Vasin almost bumping into Vasin as they walked. A nervous expression came upon him intensifying as they walked by the Kelp Bar. James gave it a look blinking his blackened and unblackened eye as they continue on Vasin not wanting to dwell here for long, especially not with such a tempting target. Assassins or no, someone would certainly want to take a stab at him, probably literally. Though, as they went along following the Merchant somewhat vague directions they would come across more shady or adult establishments.

The Clapping Clam, it could be seen down an alleyway and Vasin was forced to pause momentarily as James slowed down looking at it. There was no sign, just a door to which Vasin did not recognize. Some patrons entered and exited it's the wooden door, however."Hey, James? We gotta keep going. What? You been here before?"

James suddenly pulled back to reality shook his head rather suddenly."N-No of course not! I don't even know this place! Lets uh... let's just keep going yeah?"

James was very dismissive of the place and seemed almost embarrassed. How very strange indeed, but Vasin would simply shrug."Alright, whatever you say." Vasin said not entirely understanding the big fuss as they would keep on going. The warehouse that the kid wanted to go to should be around up ahead. Though why did he get a place on East Street? Was it cheaper than a place outside of it? Vasin wasn't sure, nor did he really care to know. He just knew that they had gotten the place and now needed to be guarded on the way over.

Though Vasin was starting to get an inkling that James here knew more about east street then he had let on. Or rather, was lying about it out of perhaps embarrassment? Well, Vasin was not here to judge, he had a job to do and he didn't know anything for absolute certain. So, he kept walking sticking to the shadow side of the building. The shade was nice but did very little to help. Just a little further and he could take proper rest while the Kid got what he needed to be done. He lifted up his aventail and would bring his waterskin up to it. Taking a few gulps down wanting to keep hydrated. How embarrassing would it be if he collapsed all the sudden at this point in their journey through the east street? "There it is! I mean... I think... I've never been in person before but that looks about right!" the kid declared pointing at a small warehouse up ahead. Vasin nodded, knowing that if this wasn't the place then it would have to be nearby at the very least.
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Heat On East Street (Challenge) (Job Thread)

Postby Vasin on July 2nd, 2019, 2:03 am

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The warehouse was small, but it was also tall from where Vasin stood. Brown painted boards faded, paint chipping from them. Wood stained by water and time exposed where the paint did not cover. It looked almost... lopsided? But perhaps that was just where Vasin stood? The foundation which was visible from where they were was visible. Blocks of stone set together, stains of salt crept up to the wood. One side faded from the sun more the other. A window boarded up and barred could be seen at the front. Thick heavy doors standing tall and proud nestled at the entrance. Held closed by a large iron lock. There weren't that many people around, it was almost quiet. Vasin stared at it from across the street a moment longer before venturing across."Do you have the key?" Vasin asked glancing back over at James. James remained quiet for a moment following close behind Vasin not leaving his side for even the briefest of moments.

James nodded quickly and began to reach into his clothes and felt around for something. From an inner pocket on his puffy fancy clothes, he pulled out an iron key. It had been polished and made well, a stark contrast to the old building they were approaching."Y-Yeah! have it right here! I just need to head in and check the log... and then the goods themselves..."

The boy told Vasin this with a gentle nod as they came up to the front door. Vasin stood next to it standing guard. Keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. The young merchant went to stick the key it, missing on the first pass with a nervous hand. On the second pass, the key went in and he then turned it the wrong way. Embarrassed he quickly rectified this and turned the key the other way, a click could be heard and the lock opened. The Merchant took the lock and opened the door. It was dark inside light only coming in from where they stood. He waited there for a moment, Vasin glancing inside from the corner of the door."I'll go in first, follow behind me." Vasin reassured to his client before striding inside past the threshold.

It was dim and warm inside the heat having filtered in without any problem at all through the uninsulated walls. A thick layer of dust laid on the floor, the tracts of people from before could be seen. Where could these logs the kid was looking for me? Suddenly, the kid took a little bit of a lead in his search. He seemed to know where he was going so Vasin followed. The floorboards creaked with each step. one could probably hear a pin drop in here without fail. They approached a side room, an office of sorts? it was bare say for a desk and a stack of papers. The kid went up to it casually seeming to be in his element now and began to thumb over the papers."Ah! Here it is... yes... yes... alright... looks like they all made it..."

The merchant kid seemed to be thinking out loud and took the log with him, walking past Vasin who simply shrugged and followed. Vasin took another drink of his waterskin as they went. Holding the room temperature water to his mouth and drinking it in."There we go." Vasin would quietly say as they approached a series of crates and boxed stacked up neatly in the corner of the warehouse. The Merchant began to count them comparing the log to what he was seeing. So far, he seemed satisfied with what he was finding."Good! It's all here! Now I can have the movers bring it to the ship and... nevermind... but thanks."

The Merchant began to say suddenly turning to Vasin with a rather pleased look on his face."So everything is all set here? Want me to take you back to the dock?" Vasin asked curiously wondering what was next for them to do. The Merchant was straight forward in saying that he would very much like to be taken back to the dock. It was a job well done, and seemingly went on without incident.
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Heat On East Street (Challenge) (Job Thread)

Postby Ambrosia Alar on January 19th, 2020, 3:10 pm

Grades!


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Skills
● Detection +1
● Intelligence +2
● Intimidation +2
● Land Navigation +1
● Negotiation +1
● Observation +5
● Planning +1
● Socialization +1
● Tactics +1
● Wilderness Survival +1

Lores
● Negotiation: Bowing to a client’s requests if the coin is worth it
● Wilderness Survival: A wet rag on the neck staves off heat
● James: A merchant who got into a fight at the Kelp Bar
● Socialization: Assuring a nervous client
● James: Has a warehouse on East Street
● Tactics: Take multiple turns in the same direction to reveal or shake a tail
● Intelligence: Reading people’s reactions to questions
● Planning: Setting up warning signals
● James: Knows more than he’s letting on
● Some jobs are uneventful

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Vasin, I’m glad you made a very realistic merc thread where presence was enough so nothing happened. Once again, I’m looking forward to your return. If you feel I've missed something or if you would like lore rephrased, just send me a PM. Thanks for the read.
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