Ultimate Rivalry (Savior Side)

[Savior]

Savior (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=441596)

Savior wanders around the more deserted area of the local town. He moves towards what he thinks would be a tavern, hoping to find someone at least half decent to talk to.

[Savior]

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[Brass Dragon]

The tavern you walk into has very little business by the look of things. Its getting by, but there are only 6 customers and a bartender present. All of the customers look like locals, and regulars at that.


Because of the presence of all regulars, at the sound of the opening door, they all gaze in your direction. A few of them, either because they see your gruff appearance or sense your aura of experience, immediately look away towards their nearly empty mugs.

The bartender smiles a smile that has belonged to tavern owners since the beginning of civilization, while the gaze was a stern one, he politely entreaties you to have a drink or something to eat, and asks you if you need a room to rest from your travels.

[Savior]

Savior

He kept a calm pace over to the actual bar, instead of one of the few table areas. He removed his long cloak, and placed it on his chair. Immediately his forearm shows off his pure black tattoo, common language saying "Savior". It was a thing he picked up when around his old friend. Becoming a bounty hunter, of sorts, you want to keep a low profile. Unlike others, Savior loves to have a bit of fun, or be recognized for either his ability to lay down force, or for his crooked ways, to do amazingly great deeds.

With a ruffle of his short, but very mottled black hair, he taps his left hand across the bar, and asks for a fill up of water in his flask. As soon as the question is posed, he pulls his silver flask from his very dusty vest. The metal is engraved with the Celestial language form of "Savior".

[Brass Dragon]

Bartender: "Seems you think someone needs saving around here, by your tattoo. We don't, and we don't need your sort unless you plan to spend your money."

Contrary to his statement, either out of habit, honor, or simple politeness, he fills your cup.

"Now, do you want something stronger than water, or perhaps a room for the night?"

[Savior]

Savior

The offer to stay the night was completely lost in all of the tension in the air. Being asked again, Savior had a clearer thought then. "Yes, I would enjoy a room for tonight and tomorrow night." Taking a sip of water, which he honestly didn't NEED to do, he cleared his shaven face of moisture and looked to the bartender. "As for the tattoo, it's my name. I'm not here to save anyone. I'm just given the name for other reasons."

[Brass Dragon]

"Well then, welcome to the Swinging Lantern, I'll collect your gold when you turn in for the night. Feel free to make yourself at home. I know I do."

He chuckles at the last statement, regardless of it being his own joke, and a bad one at that.

[Savior]

Savior

Savior tips his flask to the bartender, and then rests his elbows across his own section of the bar. Giving a surly sip of the flask, he sits it down on the bar, and begins to think a bit. A form of martial meditation. Savior cross examines what all he's done in memorable fights, trying to pin point weaknesses in his own forms and attacks.

[Savior]

Savior

After a few minutes of contemplation, Savior spins around his stool, and looks around blatantly. He counts the number of people. Notes any markings or outstanding features. Above all, he doesn't mind pissing people off, or scaring anyone in his actions.

Perception check if need be for the markings. [roll0]

[Brass Dragon]

The only thing you notice is that the bartender seems to have far too much free time. Everything in the tavern is almost perfectly clean, and organized in an impeccable manner.

The customers seem to be ignoring you once more.

[Savior]

How many patrons in the tavern, are women?

[Brass Dragon]

Women Count: a clean 0

[Savior]

Savior

Fishing half of his water out, Savior tightens the lid back onto his flask, and resumes it back into his vest. Placing a leg up, he rests easy in his chair, and then clears his throat. "Anyone around here know of a guy named Meemaas? Big leader of a growing 'army' of sorts?"

[Brass Dragon]

Your request is met with nothing short of silence, the patrons are busy having their own conversations and the bartender is too far away to respond politely, perhaps not coming over due to your mistreatment of the atmosphere.

[Savior]

Savior

Savior nods a bit, and then stands up. Pretty calm at first, he makes his way towards the bartender, and prods a few questions. "Guess i didn't say it loud enough, and you seem like you know a good bit. Have you ever heard of Meemaas? At all? Anywhere?"

[Brass Dragon]

"nope, i haven't heard of anyone with as funny of a name as yours. I once know a Beauregard though, heh, Beauregard was a good man... anyways, nobody has come through with that name, nor have I heard of him, which I probably would have, if he was tryin' to take over the country with some sort of army. "

[Savior]

Savior

With a sigh, savior runs his right hand through his short hair and nods. "how much do i owe you? I need some sleep."

[Brass Dragon]

Eh not too much, 20 gold will do for two nights

[Savior]

Savior

Tossing the 20 pieces into the bartenders hand, Savior waits to be told where his room is.

[Brass Dragon]

"hmm" he says as he looks at the coin.

"Your room is the third on the right, just down the hall. if you need ushering, feel free to ask."

[Savior]

Savior

Savior nods, and then walks outside the tavern, and wanders around the bask of the city.

Gonna go ahead and ask if there is anything noticeable and worthwhile.

[Brass Dragon]

As this is a mining town, its well lit by lanterns and other flames. The most interesting feature is an all iron building, bearing the holy symbol of the most common local deity. Though, in your travels, you have seen much more magnificent things, seeing this in a small town like this remains relatively impressive.

[Savior]

Savior

Savior walks over to the iron building and manages to find the door. Pushing on it, he'll simply enter the building if the door is unlocked. It is doesn't budge, however, he will knock on it rather loudly, in order to get some attention.

[Brass Dragon]

It is locked and you get no reply

[Savior]

Savior

Scratching his head, Savior just looks around and becomes bored. He honestly expected something to be happening, even a tiny thing. Albeit, he really enjoys action, he doesn't want to piss the people off so much. Instead, he takes one more swing from his flask, and shuffles off to his room.

[Brass Dragon]

Night falls and you dream of maiming foes.

(I will post again when it is morning, for now, hang tight while meem finishes his day)

[Brass Dragon]

Morning, you wake up at 8, unless you mean to wake up earlier or later

[Savior]

Savior Takes his clothes and wraps himself up, leaving his cloak at the side of his bed. He exits through the tavern, making sure to leave a gold coin on the counter, after nodding to the bartender.

He steps outside to the town, and looks around, trying to notice anything of mention. He then scratches at his bare arms, looking down with a smile at his open tattoo.

Perception check:[roll0]

[Brass Dragon]

With the sun now out and about, the villagers are going about their business, paying you no mind because they have better things to do with their lives.

[Savior]

Savior stumbles around the town, and looks for anything resembling a fighting center, much like a hall for training, or a dojo.

[Brass Dragon]

None, these are simple people who defend their land with their mining tools, and have no need for extra exercise

[Savior]

Savior walks to the nearest public building, taking notice if he can see the building from last night, and seeing if it was open now.

[Brass Dragon]

The church to the local deity is indeed open.

[Savior]

Savior heads directly into the church, and makes no effort to be quiet or courteous. If a sermon is in progress, he'll just sit in the first empty seat he finds. If it is solitary, he will try and find the preacher or other head of the church.

[Brass Dragon]

Solitary

you find him, would you like a description?

[Savior]

Yes, I would like a description.

[Brass Dragon]

The man is small and lean, clean cut, and sends off that friendly aura that small town clergymen usually have. he has the average hair and eye color for the region: brown hair and brown eyes.

[Savior]

Savior walks up to the man, and extends a hand. "Hello. My name is Savior. I was wondering if I could speak with you?"

[Brass Dragon]

"Yes, my child, all are welcome in the house of Gozreh, and I always have time to give"

[Savior]

"Great. I was wondering the history about this place. What all happened, you know? Anything major, like a war? Or a tyrant trying to seize the town?"

[Brass Dragon]

"Oh, nothing so grand in these parts, the town is only four generations old, you see, and we are a humble people. The people of this town do their tasks and come home to their loving families. That is enough for them."

[Savior]

"Wonderful. Welp, means i should move on sooner than expected. There doesn't happen to be any criminals or bands of thieves running around near here, would there be? "

[Brass Dragon]

"no sir, the king's men keep the town and road free from bandits, an attack is nearly unheard of. Even any monster outbreaks are swiftly and quietly disposed."

[Savior]

"Well, that's disappointing. Anyway i can meet the king today or tomorrow?"

[Brass Dragon]

"it's really not up to me, after all, I've never met him since he lives in the city to the east"

"i will admit to curiosity as to why you want to see him, but if you do not wish to tell, so be it"

[Savior]

"I really want a fight. But, at the same time, I'm trying to find a man that NO ONE here has heard of. Figure a king with that kind of power has to. What did you say the king's name was?"

[Brass Dragon]

"He is Viscis, lord of the grand city of Rowan and all the land north of the eastern river" as he says this he seems bored, as if he had been forced to refer to him this way many times.

[Savior]

"Thank you, kindly. If anything pops up and you need some help, just let me know. I'm staying at the INN inside the small tavern not far from here. granted, tonight is my last night."

[Brass Dragon]

(sorry, my email didn't give me a notification)


Nothing exciting occurs for the rest of your day and you spend the night dreaming of severing your friend's head.

You wake up in the morning, rested

[Savior]

Whistling as he packs his very little number of things, Savior hikes his full attire back over his body, covering his tattoo. He stops in the bar for a refill of water, and directions to the king.

[Brass Dragon]

"he lives in the biggest house, honestly, do you have to ask me where a country's ruler lives?"

[Savior]

"If this works out, and you see a royal guard come by here. Hide. 'honestly'." With that, Savior takes a swig, and knocks over the closest glass, even if someone was drinking out of it, near him on his departure.

[Brass Dragon]

"prick" the bartender mutters as you go through the door

[Savior]

As Savior leaves, he casually stomps his foot, kicking some dust around, and then moving on. "God. I really wanted a fight. This whole thing was a waste. No one to justify, because of this king. And i can't even get a simple fight." Savior heads to the way he thinks would be the shortest way to the king's residence.

[Brass Dragon]

You make it to the capital city without incident, but by then the sun is setting.

[Savior]

Savior sighs, and looks around the capitol with the intention of finding the crummiest place that has an overnight service.

[Brass Dragon]

You find that crummiest place, when you enter, fights are abound in the tavern section and the alcohol is cheap. It's Name: The Rough and Tumble.

[Savior]

Savior takes one whiff, and smiles with a nod. He finds a stool or chair at the bar, and rests his over coat on the furniture, exposing his arms. He taps on the bar, trying to get the bar tender's attention. "you know a place i can stay for the night?"

[Brass Dragon]

"well, being a tavern and all..."

[Savior]

"Well, if you insist. I'll take a room for the night."

Savior leans back with a smile, and brings out his flask, taking a happy sip of water, while looking around the room.

[Brass Dragon]

He asks for 10 gold, and, upon payment, shows you where your room would be.

[Savior]

Savior nods at it all, but remains in the bar, turning his stool as to look around the bar freely at the locals.

[Brass Dragon]

The bar is filled with seedier characters, but you don't see anyone bulkier than yourself

[Savior]

What is the number of people in the bar, excluding the bartender. And who all are male and female?

[Brass Dragon]

17 people in total, 3 of which are women

1 female waitress
1 male bartender
both included in the 17

[Savior]

Savior whistles at the waitress to get her attention.

[Brass Dragon]

She walks over

"yes?"

[Savior]

"Can i have a steak? Medium Well, please?"

[Brass Dragon]

"Sir, if you're looking to cook your steak anything other than how i comes out, you'd best go somewhere else."

[Savior]

"Good thing it's going to come out medium well, huh?" Savior smiles, and it seems like all the muscles he has is hidden beneath some form of tanned skin.

[Brass Dragon]

she sighs and points at a sign which reads: no violence or assault.

"leave... now"

[Savior]

"For which reason? The fact i ordered? Or the fact you assume someone is going to be violently assaulted?"

[Brass Dragon]

The fact that you made a gesture that is easily interpreted as a threat. Also, you don't seem to understand what assault means, would you like me to explain?

[Savior]

"By all means, do explain. I have time to kill while i wait for my steak." Savior rotates his shoulders around, and does more stretching in his rest position. His long journey's makes his back muscles tense, making it hard for him to breathe at times.

[Brass Dragon]

"So be it, the chef still doesnt know what medium rare is" she walks off

[Savior]

Savior watches the waitress leave, sighing as with a smile and a shake of his head. "I like it, i do." Pulling out his flask, He takes a shot of water, and replaces the cap.

[Brass Dragon]

about 30 minutes later, so about 1 o'clock, your steak comes out, its medium, but not overdone.

[Savior]

Smiling, Savor drags a knife through half the steak, pokes the meat, and then smiles, eating it within ten minutes or so. He stays hydrated through it, and walked up to the bar tender after his meal, asking for a refill of water.

[Brass Dragon]

He gives you your refill

"you know, unless you want to talk to me, the bar maid would have taken care of that"

[Savior]

Savior sits at the bar with a smile. "I do want to talk to you, Pal. Have you ever heard of Meemaas? Or any of his lackies?"

[Brass Dragon]

"hmm," he says "I dont believe ive heard of anyone by that name, but if it's someone with lackeys, its probably best to search the outer rim of the city. those kinds of people tend to stay as far away from the king a possible unless they're working with him."

[Savior]

Right. How OPEN is the king to visitors?

[Brass Dragon]

Should you apply now, probably a few weeks.

[Savior]

"Of course. Where do i go to apply?"

[Brass Dragon]

well, you can either go to the chamber of comerce in the center of town, near the palace, or ask the guards at the palace themselves.

[Savior]

Nodding, Savior leaves for his room, after paying if he hadn't already.

[Brass Dragon]

you get to your room, its still around 1 o'clock

[Savior]

Savior leaves his sack underneath the bed, and pulls from it his 10 foot chain, and the lock. Whistling, he takes another sip of his flask, and then walks from the door ,through the tavern, wearing the chain as a necklace, and the lock as a pendant. He nods to both the bartender and the waitress, and then sets off for the edge of the town, like the bartender mentioned. He goes to double his speed (140ft per round) to hurry to the edge.

[Brass Dragon]

Ok, you reach the edge of town, what do you do?

[Savior]

Savior travels down the outer rim of the city, trying to find the parts of town where bad guys fight and commit crimes.

[Brass Dragon]

"bad guys" dont exist, but, sure, you find a rough area

[Savior]

Whistling to try and get a few folks' attention, Savior yells out in the center of the area. "YO! Anyone here know a Meemaas?"

[Brass Dragon]

Nobody pays much attention to you, a few turned heads, but nothing extraordinary.

[Savior]

Savior sighs, and begins to twirl the chain around his neck in an outwards, circular motion. "Gonna repeat that. ANYONE at all, Know a guy named Meemaas? Or any of his lackies?"

[Brass Dragon]

The people around, while no longer ignoring you, edge away from the critically unstable, most likely drugged man

[Savior]

Popping his neck, Savior uses his expert speed to close in on the nearest man. With a bright smile, and a clenched hand, he questions the individual personally. "You deaf? Or just don't know what i want to know?"

[Brass Dragon]

The man looks like he is in his late 70's and is dressed in rags, he falls to the ground and weeps in fear, crying "why? why do you want to hurt me?"

[Savior]

"I don't really WANT to hurt you. But, if you ignore me, i have to get your attention."

[Brass Dragon]

"NO, NOO! please dont hurt me" he cowers on the ground and faints, partly because of malnutrition, partly out of fear.

[Savior]

Savior sighs, and looks over the entire place. "Where's the nearest store?"

[Brass Dragon]

There is a store on the corner, it seems to be a run down booking store (a store that sells bindings, paper, ink, pens, etc.)

[Savior]

Savior scoffs, and looks around more, trying to find a place he can buy food at.

[Brass Dragon]

you find another tavern

[Savior]

Savior hefts the man up, and takes him to the new tavern. Setting him at a place at a table, Savior orders the man a cold glass of water, and some food.

[Brass Dragon]

The food and drink eventually come

[Savior]

Waking the man up, Savior offers the food to him, walking over to the bartender. "Do you know who Meemaas is?"

[Brass Dragon]

"thank you, but i'm sorry, i've never heard of anyone by that name"

[Savior]

Shrugging, Savior returns to the man he has fed, and then places his necklace and pendant back across his neck. "Enjoy the food."

Savior leaves the tavern, and walks through the town, asking random, thug looking characters, if they have heard of, or know who, Meemaas is.

[Brass Dragon]

assuming you're also looking for anyone with an organization, you eventually find a lead.

[Savior]

(Sweet.) Ask the bloke about the organization he knows about.

Intimidation check, for just in case he doesn't tell me what i need to know: [roll0]

[Brass Dragon]

The intimidation is unnecessary, since he doesnt have any details, but he helps you narrow it down so that you should be able to find it by the night

[Savior]

Searches for the organization's clubhouse.

[Brass Dragon]

oh come on, its been nearly a month, you can do better than that

[Savior]

BLAHHH!

Savior kips up his body, and begins to jog around the locations given out by the cornered man. Before the darkness of the night takes over his vision, Savior came to the building that was described to him, triumphantly wheezing, but above all, very healthy for a rumble.

[Brass Dragon]

Ok, you walks in to his place at about the same time he gets home

talk it over together and figure out a time that works best for the battle. it will be done via chat rather than forum, since all the dice rolling takes so long.

[Savior]

OOC
Who exactly am i fighting? And in What chat?

[Brass Dragon]

Well, it may be him directly, it may be his followers, but you just waltzed into his hq, and whichever chat you guys decide on.