Finding Help in Low Places (Moderated/Closed)

[Creeper]

Timestamp: Spring 40, 512 AV Time: Morning Who: Open Torth despised that he was heading into Sunberth. He’d never been before, but over the years he’d heard enough stories to know that it was a nightmare of a place. No peace, no rule, kill or be killed. That rule was common in nature, but here it was man versus man. Sunberth was the opposite side of the coin of The Spires. But Marn needed the help of outsiders to aid in retaking their city. Their camp’s numbers were low, and they only had a handful of their government with them. Torth led his team into the eyesore of a city, making sure to keep his people on a tight leash. He knew they could handle themselves against any of the cutthroats here, but they needed to get in and out as quickly as possible. Their city depended on it, and Torth was not one to let Marn or Caiyha down. His team consisted of Guilherme, a Kelvic wolf, and one of the finest trackers he’d ever come to meet. There was also a Constricter Dhani named Ssayashayani, notorious for her temper and her ability to best most people in wrestling. The final member was Feroc, a Zith that specialized in capturing slaves previously in his life, but was now an avid follower of Caiyha. Torth and his team would only be spending three days in Sunberth, recruiting anyone that would be willing to return to The Spires. He needed people who specialized in hunting and combat, specifically the nonlethal kind. Torth knew there would be a few teams sent to other towns for similar efforts, and his was sent here because they were the most intimidating of those at the camp. The team would always remain together. Torth would be the only one to speak to any interested parties, while the other members would size them up. Torth had the same speech for every interested prospect. Torth looked up at the new arrival, sighing as he looked them over. “We need hunters and fighters to return to The Spires with us. The city is in a crisis and is hiring help to regain control. You don’t look like much, but if you are up to the challenge, we will escort you back, and you will receive additional orders at camp just outside the city.” He would then look over at each of his companions. Crossed arms meant approval, and if they were off not paying attention, then they weren’t interested. He was desperate so he would take anyone on a single approval. “If you wish to join us, meet us at the gates at sunrise on the 43rd. Bring only enough supplies to travel with, we will be moving quickly, and dawdlers will be left behind. We will supply horses if you have none.” OOCThis is open to anyone who would like to return to The Spires. There will be plenty of rewards to be had, as well as dangers and excitement. The traveling group will arrive in a camp near The Spires on the 78th. If you want in, just have yourself accepted by the group, then I will do a final post in Sunberth. We will pick up individual plots upon arrival in The Spires.

[Ximal]

Going about his daily routine, the coool air circling about his down turned hood his hair lengthened out now and his bear reaching almost his waist, nota good sign soon he'd have to cut it, damn then he'd need anew disgise or there was always the alternative of buying something to keep it back but hell he had cloth on him why wasit good coin? The something caught his attention, three strange beings, a talking gorilla amongst them Xi was a little shocked to say the least, A single creature there with Bat wings and fur ? And two people who looked relatively normal though...of that he couldn't be certain looking at the group. Though they seemed somewhat distraught, at being here this told him immediately that they were not from here.

The spires ? what in the name of the gods were they ? But a crisis, from who or what, could Xi help in some way, it was in his best intentions to help then the word control...how he hated that word when used in the context foa city or, people. Still if someone was in trouble it was his nature to help as best he could. Walking over to the group he sized them up whilst listening to them, two females, a gorilla and a male. One of the two females sported the bat wings, which shocked him a little, however if there was a crisis that he could help with he would help as best he could, regardless of how bad the situation looked.

Walking over to the group now his head held high and his posture straight he kew he had to do something, it was not in him to sit idly by when he knew he had a slight chance of making a difference. "So which one of you do i sign up with ? The monkey, bat boy? Doesn't matter count me in. I'm here to help. The names Xi." Not knowing if he'd be eligible or not he still would try to help after all Xi kneew his duty was not to himself but those who needed help. And were humble enough to ask for it.

[Cade]

Didn’t Take long for the sunberthian barbarian to get word of the Spire crew looking for assistance. Now if one was brave enough to enter this city on their own free will they were desperate and desperate people paid well. Well, that was a theory Cade would run with on this. He gave word to his motley crew of misfits all ranging from a skilled cook to the skilled killer. This is what made Crimson Edge the guild it was today, the diversity of skills, races and religion and all under one banner of the Blood red double dagger known as the insignia of the CE.

The half blood myrian and his entourage, numbered over twenty, found the spire people and the might jamourian who he had found out went by the Name of Torth. Being the captain of this mercenary clan, Cade approached the ape, his dark sullen eyes with svefran blue hues stared deep into the jamorua’s brown, fierce gaze not once breaking eye contact. His hand never ventured far from the hilt of his longsword, just from the first glance he could tell that this three man crew would be a formidable match if he were to stray from politeness but Crimson Edge’s numbers would be a match in itself as well. Another aspect that this clan has strived for, safety in numbers.

“ I am Cade and Captain of the The Crimson Edge Mercenaries, we will enlist into your campaign..... for a fee of course.” He exclaimed, waving his left hand to the mixed race crew standing guard to his rear to introduce themselves.

[Lusa]

Lusa approached the group of rather intimidating people, timidly, but much less so than when she had first begun her time in Sunberth. During her stay she had grown at least a small amount of courage, though it was still miles away from the confidence of some of her brothers and sisters in the Crimson Edge. However, she would follow them to the ends of the earth, and that's exactly what she was doing now. She would go on this journey and return improved, to better serve her family. She'd gone shopping when she had caught word of this trip, buying the supplies that she would need, and her pack weighed more heavily on her shoulders because of it. She coughed a bit to make herself known, and made her pitch. "I..ahem..I have some skill in hunting, as well as camouflage, and I am a fair runner. I can also um..cook." She explained, feeling awkward. What if they didn't want her coming? She looked at the group of frightening people, relieved when the big one nodded his acceptance.

[Chamaeleon]

Chamaeleon stood there behind Cade, blue eyes gleaming with the cold heart of frozen waters as a smile.twisted her lips kindly. She had not met a Jamouran before, and so she tried very hard not to stare.

Easily, he was massive. Larger than their leader, Cade, but his bestial appearance was unnaturally kinder than Cade's own.

An odd distinction to make between a murderer and an entirely different species of creature.

She was with the Crimson Edge, aligning under their shared banner, and so she didn't speak, but allowed her presence to say she was accompanying the group as it was. It seemed half of their ranks would go at least, maybe more if everyone made up their minds. In the back of her mind she wondered how many would return from these Spires.

Surely it just be a desperate plea for a creature to come to a city of lowlifes to find volunteers to help fix his home.

[Apos]

Following closely behind Cade, Apos stood silent as he looked over the four man crew who'd entered Sunberth seeking the aid of Mercs. A Dhani, Kelvic, Zith, and a Jamoura. He looked past the Crimson Edge's group, and to the rest of the crowd, giving the no-names a cursory glance, seeing none of them move forward, then turned back around to look at the bestial like sentient leading the recruiting party. Despite the aerial advantage of the Zith, or the speed of the Dhani, Apos knew that there was a reason the Jamoura was the leader. Even without knowing the particulars of the race, he knew that he was the- "Wolf among sheep..." Apos thought aloud. He wasn't intimidated however. It could die. But that wasn't on the agenda, going to the Spires was. It was a long trip there, which would mean a lot of stops, and a lot of time for things to go wrong. This would be interesting to say the least, and in the back of his mind, he'd longed for an adventure like this anyway. Apos fiddled with an Ulak while Cade spoke and looked at Lusa as she spoke. Coming from a strong Matriarchal society, he was used to women of commanding tones and out-spoken attitudes. He wasn't one to judge though, besides he wasn't in Taloba, and shy people did exist after all. Unbeknownst to the Jamoura, Apos stared at the creature through his darkened goggles as he spoke simply and plainly. "Apos. Murderer."

[Jean]

A good sum of the members of the Crimson Edge had gone with Cade to meet the group from the Spires. The land of the Jamoura would be perfect for her. It would be an amazing opportunity to learn when she wasn't at work for the gang. She of all people knew of the apes' immense stores of knowledge. It was too perfect to pass up. And as luck would have it, a Jamoura was heading the rag-tag Spires band of four. She had never seen one before, so she'd better get used to the creatures. He was massive, drawing much attention to himself. She wasn't even bothered by the Zith's presence in her raptured state. Jean shuffled closer to the edge of her group, squeezing between a few pairs of shoulders. Cade and several other members had given introductions and exchanged terms with the other lot. Her bow and quiver was slung across her back, so she didn't feel she needed to speak up all that much. Her equipment was self explanatory. The trip would be long as well, it would give plenty of time for everyone's skills to become known. Being in the saddle for that long would dismay a lot of people, but she was excited. She stretched onto her toes, peeking over a particularly tall set of shoulders, trying to get a better look at the giant ape.

[Sahashkalila]

Kalila stood with the others of the group, her arms crossed across her chest as she watched the exchange silently between the Jamoura and Cade, a mighty task being asked of their family. Kalila was not sure what she felt about the task at hand, but she would be there to support her group in any way that she could. She knew that a healer might be required and so she had volunteered to go along with them, and she was a wanderer, wanting to see the world as well.

The team in front of them certainly looked formidable enough, and she wondered what was so terrible that they needed to look for help outside of their own walls. Everything must have been on the line for them to even consider this.

She shifted her feet and inclined her head at the Jamoura, a certain respect blazing in her golden eyes for this mighty creature. "I will help tend to the sssick and injured and do my besst to keep them alive,"she said, her voice slightly muffled behind her veil. "They will be in good handsss."

[Shadowfang]

Shadowfang stood with his Crimson Edge comrades in front of the small group of recruiters. Everything else might as well have not been there. He was enthralled by two of the group of four. One was a Jamoura. Shadowfang wanted to talk to him more than anything right then. He respected Jamoura and looked up to them for their intelligence and powers of logic and reason. The other one he could not help but glance at was the Zith. It was not so much that the Zith was there. There was nothing remarkable about him. The thing that intrigued him was that the Zith had come from the Spires, that he was apparently a citizen of the Spires. He wondered if the Zith really was accepted there, or just a part of the group, much like Shadowfang was a part of the Crimson Edge.

After a moment of silence, he heard other members introduce themselves and their specialties, so he figured he should follow suit. "Shadowfa-" He quickly realized that he had spoken Zithanese in all his enthrallment, a language only he and the other Zith could hear. He corrected himself and tried again in Common. "Shadowfang. I can move without being seen and strike without being heard." The description of his skills was exaggerated of course, but he wanted to go to the Spires more than she wanted to talk to he Jamoura. 

[Stigandr]

Stigandr stayed back a ways, studying everything around him in silence. He had never seen a Jamoura before and was wary at best of this race. His eyes watched Cade with interest. He did not know the man well and did not fully trust him. He was here in this group to watch his friends, those he was concerned with. There was no sense of good or honor in what he did, it was simply what he felt to do.

Following this feeling, he moved to stand near Sahas, a recent friend he had made, and Jean, an archer and hunter he met in the woods. He did not trust the Dhani with the group or the Zith, and wanted to be near his friends in case things somehow went bad.

Slowly different spoke up about their skills and what they could do, could bring to the group. He stayed silent himself, not feeling the need to explain himself or his motives to be here. The group was not important to him. His friends were, and they knew what he could do to protect them, and that was all that mattered.