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Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

It was entertaining to see how dedicated she was to her comrades in the rebellion but he could find his way to the camp now, she had given him an approximate distance and he already knew the direction. Regardless there was no need to tip his hand, he simply stopped his horse and looked over at the woman, trying to calmly think over his next course of action, especially since she seemed so adamant. It was a tad amusing that she seemed confident when staring him down, most wouldn't be so fearless after seeing him in action but she didn't back down and faced him head on. At least she had the sense not to become angry at the drop of a hat and draw her blade, then they really would have had a problem. For the time they were just going to be having a conversation. He wasn't about to shrug it off and leave though, he hadn't been rewarded for his services, even if that meant requesting they get that part over with then and there instead before he headed in the direction of the mercenary meeting point. Well parting ways now would be rather unfortunate, I was looking forward to getting to know such a gorgeous woman such as yourself. Of course to be completely honest I could be happy with receiving some payment now... He paused with an interesting look on his face when she spoke about working out some sort of deal in turn for his services. Not many would try and offer a future enemy payment to join them instead, apparently he had made quite some impression on the woman. Well as interesting an offer as that is I don't think the rebellion has the spare funds to pay for my services, I am quite renowned, got a personal invitation from the aristocracy themselves, though so did any other cutthroat with any sort of reputation. He leaned forward on the horse and stroked its head calmly before looking back over at Rasta, Though I am curious what kind of deal you had in mind, I don't only work for money, I have accepted compensation in other forms before. Merek's voice had become a bit more serious, his eyes sharp as he looked at Rasta's face, they didn't wander from her at all, no hint of cheerfulness at all. He was studying Rasta, looking for hints of deception or truth in what came next, wanting to see if she really had any interest in having him join her or whether she wanted to lure a potential enemy to his death. He was no idiot like most mercenaries, being paid to kill attracted plenty of criminals and evil souls, dullards that wanted nothing more than to spill blood, people who found it fun to kill those weaker than themselves and get paid to do it. Merek was not of that persuasion, he had chosen the life of a mercenary not because he enjoyed killing. He had become a mercenary to fight in the battles of his own choosing, the money was just a bonus.
Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

Rasta tried to push away the fact that he kept calling her gorgeous and attempted to focus on the other words he was saying. The words about him having an invite directly from the aristocracy itself. This was important news and an event she hadn't been aware of. Finding out the evil bastards were not only hiring swords, but going out of their way to hire practiced mercenaries was like a punch to the gut. She fought the urge to sway on her feet as she studied the implications in her head. The fighter before her was good. He was good enough that he could easily have saved more lives than her own had he been with her unit during the ambush. If their enemy was hiring more, like him, then the rebellion didn't have a chance. And damn that Merek, but he was right. The rebellion wasn't faring well in the way of funds. They'd spent everything they could muster just to make sure their soldiers had actual armor and weapons instead of hoes and basic leathers. She loved her leathers, loved the range of motion it gave her, but most of those in the rebellion were brawlers and didn't know how to dodge. At least Merek had the decency to be obscure about the kind of payment he might be willing to receive. She mulled it over as she weighed him. This man could turn the tide. Perhaps he knew other mercenaries, friends, that he could recruit for them. If they had all the skillful blades on their side, the war would be an easy win. The thought made Rasta's throat constrict with a lump of emotion. If she could spare many lives by pulling this one man to their side, then he'd be worth every coin. She'd even barter off her own dowry if she had to. I'll pay you personally, she blurted. Realizing how it could be taken, she hurried on. My family is of noble birth. We back the rebellion because we don't agree with the aristocracy. We have coin, coin that doesn't belong to the rebels. I will pay you out of my own pocket if you win this war for us. She continued to stare down at him, fighting to keep her emotions of her face. The coin she spoke of was real, but she would only have access to it if the rebels won. Otherwise, all she had was her dowry, and she doubted that was enough to hire someone like Merek. What say you? she asked in a stern tone, bluffing.
Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

Everything around her seemed to still and slow down. It was as if nothing else existed beyond them and their discussion. She knew the balance of the war hung on her decision here and it weighed greatly. How many lives would be saved it she bought him out? How many women would be spared losing husbands and sons? How many children would be spared losing one or both parents? It wasn't that she believed one man could turn the tide of an entire war. No, it was that she believed one man could help her teach the others and bring in more mercenaries. She had absolutely no contact with their kind, and didn't have a clue where to start. Somehow, the idea of posting a writ in the inns didn't seem like the right way to go about it. As he spoke, she felt her heart sink further and further into the pit of her stomach. Well, there went her dowry. If she offered him that, it might tide him over long enough to win the battle, and then she could pay him the rest of his sum. She'd have nothing to offer her future husband, but being a spinster was a much better alternative to simply being dead. I have coin...in the camp. It should be enough to suffice in acquiring your services for at least a little while. She realized she was starting to slouch into a submissive posture and drew herself up to her full height. Of course, there is a risk. If we get to the camp and you decide the coin isn't enough for your downpayment, I won't be able to let you leave alive. Especially not considering where you would go and who you would work for. I'm sure you understand.
Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

Coin, it was a good thing that she had some lying around but he was still more interested in an alternative payment method, one Rasta was no doubt still ignorant of. Regardless he would mention that once they were in the camp, sitting on horseback and in such a serious conversation didn't suit him and he would rather have it done with. I am sure the coin and whatever else we discuss can secure my services for as long as you need them so we need not worry about me declining your offer, unless of course I am given reason to. His voice was back to its previous manner and he seemed rather joyous again, no longer needing to determine her intentions, by then it had become clear that Rasta was being completely honest and it was a decent change. Not that he trusted people, even if they were honest, it was just a nice chance. It's good that you decided to try and work this out though, just a bit of a information for you next time a random person is riding along with you. Giving them the distance to a location while traveling towards it makes it far to easy for them to find where you are going by themselves. If I had left you and joined the aristocratic forces, I hate to say it but your camp would have been the first one we came for. Once again he was honest with her, but it was information she needed to know, perhaps next time she was traveling with some random stranger she would be more careful about giving out information that could put her camp and movement at risk. Not that he should be lecturing anyone about responsibility or being careful but what he said was true, a distance and direction generally made it easy to figure out a destination. In Merek's mind his admission of such things only strengthened his position as far as letting Rasta know he was serious about going to the camp and joining them. Of course he was not entirely sure yet, his loyalty was only secured after payment, but he was quite certain that would be arranged shortly, besides knowing that information wouldn't help them much if he decided to slip out and seek employment elsewhere, he would be back much to fast for them to pick up and move. As far as Merek was concerned it was all up to Rasta, she would either comply with the things he wanted for his services or not and depending on how things went he would have to react. Of course he was going to be flexible with the other things, he wouldn't want to risk angering the rebel princess, at least that was what he was beginning to think of her. Someone of high birth who chose to fight by the resistance and had money lying around, curious indeed. Anyways, we can discuss the details of our new arrangement back at camp, yes?
Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

She couldn't help but smirk at his words. How dare he chastise her. Did he think she was an ignorant whelp? Or perhaps it was her gender that caused him to think her dull witted. Rasta clenched her fists as she tried to hold her fit of anger at bay. It would do no good to lose her temper on him. She tried desperately to attribute it to her aching body, blood and sweat soaked clothes, and the depression of losing so many good men. Surely these were the reasons her temper threatened to run away with her. I assure you, sirrah, that had you declined my offer, no such thing would have happened. Regardless of my gratitude, I wouldn't hesitate to cut you down where you are. We are not living in a time where I can afford emotions to risk the lives of those I protect and serve. And if I were not to return? Well...it wouldn't be the first time the camp has had to change its location. There. She pursed her lips, grabbed the reins, and thumped back down in her seat. With a quick snap, she urged the horses back into a fast walk. If he wanted to continue the conversation, they could do so at camp. As promised, less than an hour later they passed through a gap between two trees and into a tiny valley. It was filled with the hustle and bustle of folk as they went about their tasks. Though their passage hadn't been questions, Rasta knew bowmen were watching their every move from stands in the trees. Before they came to a stop, Alric approached the wagon, his lips set in a grim line. You return with too few. Where are the others? She fought back the sorrow that threatened to overwhelm her. Dead, she stated loudly so any family of those fallen could hear. The caravan had two wagons of hidden soldiers. Our numbers were not matched. If it had not been for my escort here, I would be among those dead. Alric turned to Merek, his broad frame easily towering over Rasta when she stood beside him. Well met, friend. Welcome to our cause. The return of my cousin means much to me. I'd like to offer you a reward. Name anything, anything at all and if it is within my means, I'll give it.
Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

Merek didn't bother to say anything about Rasta's plan if he had declined her offer. Sure she could have tried to cut him down but he had enough skill to take care of himself, not to mention she had been through a pretty rough battle, he had the better odds. It mattered not though, the fight wasn't going to take place, at least not then, and he wasn't about to run off to inform the aristocrats of their camp location when he had promised to talk it over with Rasta, so there was no need to say a thing. He simply smirked and got comfortable in the saddle, ready to ride with her to the camp she was so ready and willing to protect. He too would be ready to protect it as well assuming everything worked out but not yet. It was interesting to see the woman pleased with herself anyways, he would let her build up some confidence, see how long she could stay so assured of her abilities. It didn't take them long to get to the camp, the distance Rasta had provided him with quite exact and on horseback it was shorter than his average journey. It was upon arrival that things became interesting, they were being watched, especially him, and while the greeting was prompt it didn't start off friendly. That was to be expected though, Rasta coming back alone could not have been a welcomed sight, the rest of the troops not returning would weight heavily on their loved ones and comrades. Personally Merek had never dealt with such things, death was a normal part of his job, hell of each day, so he had become rather uncaring about the subject. He didn't know the men so once again he said nothing but the looks on the faces around them as Rasta pronounced what happened told him they would be missed. Once again he cared not, instead his attention was brought to the man speaking, apparently Rasta's cousin. Ah yes, it was no trouble at all, I merely noticed a beauty facing unfair odds and decided to lend a hand. A smirk crossed his lips when a reward was mentioned but he said nothing for a moment, part of him wanting to jump at the chance but another more professional side telling him to decline and be satisfied with the money he was already going to receive. Eventually he took the best of both options and combined them, the man nodding, Well to be quite honest I needed to discuss some things with your cousin. Could some food be brought to us as we finish our conversation? It was a simple request, he wished to be few while he talked, it wasn't such a big deal and it gave a decent first impression with another one of the rebels, something he didn't really care about but it never hurt to have a few men like him, especially high ranking ones. As for the women most of them found him charming so he never worried about that. Oh and if I could keep this fine steed here, I understand you probably have many horses and will soon be receiving more, but I have become quite fond of the pain in the ass. He hadn't become fond of it but he wanted to make sure it was his, a good horse being rather hard to find and this one being just that, a good horse.
Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

Rasta's heart jumped into her throat at her cousin's offer. She turned her head slightly to regard Merek as she awaited his decision. Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please... The mantra continued in her head as she clenched her hands. The man had made his interest in bedding her obvious and she feared he would ask for her. It would cause not only an outcry among the rebels that were standing around, but would force her to make an ass out of herself. She would never give that unless it was her decision. When he spoke, her breath released from her in a startling explosion. Rasta hadn't realized she was evening holding her breath. At Alric's glance she nodded, letting him silently know that she agreed to Merek's terms as long as her cousin did. The two of them had grown up together and were close enough that they knew each other's silent signals. Consider the horse yours, Alric proclaimed loudly. Third unit, do not let the death of our brothers be in vain. Move out and retrieve the wagons that were left behind. Use one of them to bring back our dead so that they may be given a proper burial. Now go! Activity blossomed around them as men scrambled to assemble. Rasta stepped down from her wagon and gestured at Merek. We can meet in a tent over here and discuss our agreement further. Alric, would you see to it that we receive food and drink? Without waiting for her cousin's answer or Merek's approval, she strode to the tent indicated. Inside was a pile of furs, a trunk, a desk, and a weapons stand. There was also a blanket strung across one side where she could go to change or use the basin of water within to give herself a cursory bath. They needed to talk, but her armor was becoming so stiff and reeking so greatly that she knew she wouldn't be able to think straight until she managed to pull it off. She stepped behind the curtain and began untying the strings on the side that kept her armor cinched. If you will look within the chest, sirrah, you should find a smaller chest within that holds a sum of gold and some precious jewels. She spoke through the curtain as she worked at removing her armor. This is the coin I offer you, as down payment for your services of course.
Thread: Fate Stay Night - A new War for the Holy Grail[Karameida x  animeroleplayguy]

RE Fate Stay Night - A new War for the Holy Grail Lukrin Suzuki, was only a boy who was taught by his deceased parents how to defend himself. That was the only thing he knew. He was not so great at talking to other people as he would tend to be extremely quiet to strangers. Although he has improved on having a normal conversation with the kids at his school. He was still only 17 years old and had many years ahead of him. He was told of the holy grail war few years ago. As he attended his first one 5 years ago. At that time he was only 12 years old. Which was very young since he was a servant. Though his age did get in his way. He still was able to fight as well as the other servants who were older than him. Now, he was summoned once again as he knew he would be needed to fulfill someone's wish. As he could remember after the summoning. The girl brought him to her house. Lukrin laid on the couch as he was staring the celling for majority of the night. As he would get up and patrol the area in case of other servants and masters coming to take his master's life when she was asleep. As Lukrin woke up after a few hours of sleep. He went out for patrol as he grabbed his katana which was in it's case. He grabbed the leather sword case with him as he began to walk around the area. Checking for unusual activity. Although Lukrin was able to create different types of swords anytime he wanted. He favored his katana more than the other swords. Lukrin returning from his patrol disappeared as he only have turned invisible. So that no one would know that his master lived at the house he was walking to. Re-appearing, Lukrin walked into the house as he sat down on the couch. As he waited a while he fell asleep as he still sat up. His head leaning down toward the floor and his weapon on his side. OCC tell me if you want anything to change about him
Thread: Fate Stay Night - A new War for the Holy Grail[Karameida x  animeroleplayguy]

RE Fate Stay Night - A new War for the Holy Grail Summoner Mikoto Chinose Mikoto made her way down the hall a little slowly as she was still half asleep, yawning again she walked past different rooms and halls. Her home was rather more like a smaller mansion and it was well taken care of. Her parents had left her the house and a small fortune when they died...but, it didn't matter to her what she had or didn't have...she was alone in this world. She continued moving through the halls for awhile longer before finally coming to the bathrooms, opening the door she shut it behind her and locked the door. She let out a sigh and leaned heavily against the door and let for a moment the grief wash over her. Shaking her head she shoved those feelings back into their designated box, pushing herself away from the door she hung her towel up and stripped down shoving her clothes into the hamper. Letting her hair down she crossed her arms over her chest and shivered, stepping into the tub she turned the water on, she let it run for a few minutes to let the water warm up then turned the shower head on. The hot water hit her skin and she felt her muscles relax. The water streamed over her skin in rivulets, taking with it all of the dirt, sweat and worries. She washed her hair and washed her skin and then just stood there until the water ran cold. Turning the water off she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body. She stepped out of the tub and looked around for her change of clothes ....SHIT! she yelled out frustrated. All she'd grabbed was her towel. Smacking her forehead she sighed and shrugged, wasn't like she was living with someone or anything right? She'd even forgot a towel to dry her hair with....what a way to start off the morn....day. Sighing once more she opened the bathroom door and started walking back to her room. It's an unlucky day for me.... she muttered shivering. Perhaps things wouldn't get any worse for her...she thought hopefully. Yeah.....and Im going to win the Beauty pageant.... she said scoffing and rolling her eyes. Once things started out bad they only got worse...murphy's law at it's finest Whatever can go wrong will go wrong... she muttered.
Thread: Fate Stay Night - A new War for the Holy Grail[Karameida x  animeroleplayguy]

RE Fate Stay Night - A new War for the Holy Grail Lukrin still asleep, as his head was facing the ground. When he woke up for his next patrol he had remembered the girl has not waken up yet. Or at lest that was what he thought. Grabbing his sword he thought he should check on her for her safety. Since this was his first time in this girl's house. He did not know what room was what and where she was. Lukrin started to wonder around the hallway of the girl's house not checking any doors because he did not know what was behind them. After searching for a while. He went back outside for his last patrol since the sun was coming up. Lukrin opened the door as he stepped out of the house. Walking very slowly, Lukrin stood in front of the house as he felt the cold breeze gently pass by him. Lukrin always enjoyed the silence that he got in the morning. Since it was the only time he could be alone and enjoy the morning breeze. The breeze is nice today..... Lukrin said to himself in a quiet tone. It sounded kind of dumb to him. But he did not care since was able to escape reality even if it was only for a short time. Minutes passed as he could finally see the sun start to come up. Returning back to the house. He thought that he should wait for the girl. Lukrin walked back to the hallway as he stood looking at the closed wooden doors. Since he was at the end of the hallway. He figured that he should wait for the girl to come out.
Thread: Never Again

Yukio was out walking in the woods like he did on most nights. This was the times when he check the traps for animals and made sure they were set for the next day to come. Yukio was wearing a black warm jacket and some long pants. He was a hunter out searching for his next meal when he saw a young woman run by out of the corner of his eye. Yukio followed her slowly not sure if he was seeing a person or a ghost or if the solitude of living out in the woods was finally getting to him. he noticed her pale white skin and she looked like she was crying. as he stepped out of the woods to speak to her he stepped on a twig making it snap. After that all he saw was her honey eyes falling from the bridge. Yukio moved before he really thought about what he was doing. He was down the stairs next to the bridge and knee deep in water before he even noticed what he was doing. he dove in to the water and started to swim to her. He slowly dragged her out of the water and pulled her a shore. he looked down at her frail body and froze. Yukio looked down at her and slowly felt to see if she was breathing. he blushed touching her form then relieved he let out a sigh that she was still breathing. shes alive he said to himself thank god shes alive he picked her up gently and started to walk back to his log cabin.