~~Prologue: Embarking~~
In the world of Median, there are countless stories to be told. And in the nation of Napelli, merely one of many of these tales is beginning to unfold.
Carrying precious cargo, a group of travelers have journeyed to the city of Nimmet. Weary from their dangerous journey, and in fear of being pursued, they wish to send it on the next leg of its trek as soon as possible. Now having met with the man who is to bring the item they’ve brought to its next destination, an ally of theirs and a merchant by trade, a decision has been made to hire mercenaries in order to escort him on his journey.
A few days later, the hired help they sought out has assembled at their appointed meeting space, and now wait for their employers to arrive so they may begin their journey.
The date is April 21st, 751 of the Median Calendar…
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The doors to the Orange Roof Inn swung open, letting in the cool night’s air into the firelit dining hall. A trio of men, their faces concealed behind hooded cloaks, strode into the building.
From the bar, the innkeeper gave the group a quick nod, and pointed his chin to the racks on the wall where they could hang up their cloaks if they so chose.
The three obliged the invitation, apparently finding it safe to show themselves here. The shrugged off their hoods, and hung the cloaks up as directed. They then began to scan their eyes around the tavern, clearly searching for something or someone.
It was obvious to anyone looking that the one in the front of the group was their leader, a dark haired man in extravagant armor. The design of the plate he wore stood out even more as it was clearly from the western continent of Dalphine in origin. To his left was a young scholarly looking man, whose eyes darted around wildly behind his spectacles at the Inn’s patrons, and would every once in a while would turn his head to glance behind him as if to make sure there was no one there. In stark contrast the man on the right seemed bizarrely relaxed, a friendly grin on his plain face.
The three of them remained like this for a while, before eventually the relaxed looking man broke off from the other two and inquired to the innkeeper who responded by pointing out a door in the back of the building.
He returned to his fellows with excitement, while they responded with a disapproving glare. One that was evidently ignored as he led them over to the door and swung it open.
Behind it was revealed a small meeting room, with a large round table in the center. Seated around the table was a group of eight mercenaries.
The three men shuffled into the room, and closed the door behind them. The leader looked expectantly at the mercenaries, while the glasses wearing one looked over them appraisingly.
There was an awkward silence.
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Topic: Beginners FEF: The Wayward Journey (IC): Prologue (Read 16666 times)