Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Xanmyral]

Alden gives a wide, toothy grin. A job, free drinks, and not even that much work. Only ten of 'em! Easiest 400 he'd ever make, he has a feeling.

"I can drink to that." He commented on Judas' comment.

Which he quite did.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"I am fine with that, shall we?"

[Xanmyral]

"Why all the rush, got somewhere you need to be? Enjoy a drink while you can, never know if it be your last."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Don't drink too much yet. Let's work up a thirst, first."

He finished his current drink all the same, though.

[Xanmyral]

"You know I need something strong for my suit, takes some of the kick out of the connect."

Alden pointed a finger at Judas.

"But true."

With that, he drinks the rest of the wasteland in one go.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"The guy have a point, we can't drink too much before working, but I doubt it is really going to be a hard job.."

[xelada]

[still lacking a pic]
HAH! There's no such thing as "drinking too much", once I was so drunk m' breath was flammable, still won the brawl that was breakin' out b'hind me.
*expertly knocks back drink*
WOOH! YEAH! Gotta love that feelin'; makes m' feel ALIVE! 'Nother one please, my good man.

[Haspen]

"I will be happy to empty some more of my alcohol boxes if I had more of them in my bar. I wouldn't be calling mercenaries if I weren't running out of drinks."

[Xanmyral]

Alden grinned.

"That dire a situation, huh?"

He pushed himself off of the seat, before looking to the others.

"Right, so then. Drinks finished, we all ready? I've been itching to see a payday for a while, best scratch it."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"I'm ready."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"I am also ready."

[scapheap]

Jacob down his drink

"Ready."

[xelada]

Ready as I'll ever be I guess...

[Haspen]

Harald took out a small keycard from his pocket and handed it to Judas.

"Great, now listen carefully. When you get to the warehouse district..."

"...and it's right downstairs, around the corner, the door's on the left wall." And the door was there indeed. Plaque near the door read 'C-285, Harald Wyast'. There were also a buzzing forcefield south from the door.

They've got to the rat-infested place, it seems.

~~Player Turn 1~~

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Mercs:
Alden Blanc: 19/19
Dan Roberts: 19/19
Jacob Two Rivers: 15/15
Judas Chetwynd: 19/19
Thelfin Almondar: 18/18

[SeriousConcentrate]

Judas patted Pratchett on the head.

"Easy, boy. Just rats. Nothing for you to be scared of."

He gestured Alden forward and handed him the keycard.

"Mind going in first? I'll be right behind you."