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Post by mercenaryblade on Jul 17, 2015 21:38:53 GMT
@innWhatever the party in the corner, by the commotion the man would yell. "AND NOW I'M BEING HELD AT KNIFEPOINT! ARE YOU ROMANS AND YOUR DOGS ALL RECREANT AND THE SAME?!" Swords were drawn as one of the guards spoke sternly. "Weapons down...Now. Its the arena for all of you." They were all under arrest. Seeing Numerius, the guard spoke. "Ah, captain. We will take these troublemakers under your command. Orders are ALL rabble rousers are to be sent to the arena prison." "The hell are you talking about knife-point? My sword's not even drawn." Numerius asked, smiling at the merchant. "You bloody drunk." He added afterwards. When the guards showed up, he was relieved, things were starting to get out of hand as more and more people joined in the little argument. Releasing the grip on his gladius, Numerius turned and faced the guards. "Aye, nice to see some friendly faces. Yes, this merchant was arguing about prices being stolen, and then threatened to attack the merchant he was doing business with." He turned around, looking at young man with the scars on his face who tried to help. "That one, with the scars and the red eyes, he's alright, just tried to help calm things down. He's with me, no worries." He said, moving closer to Reiko. Doing a full turn, he look around the inn, seeing if anyone else was causing trouble. The Viking were acting like...Vikings, but it's not illegal to act rowdy in an inn. "That'll be it." Hansel watched on with interest, "Ja, you could be, how you say? Diplo.. dipla.. Diplomat! Let's just go back to merrymaking." |
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Post by SSJRuss on Jul 17, 2015 22:02:14 GMT
"Aye, let the merchants settle their dispute outside like MEN! Couple of bloody fists and faces will solve any of their problems. It's the Viking way! No need to put good men to death for a squabble. HA!", Tord shouted across the tavern to the guards dealing with the situation. Tord didn't have any reason to get involved, but the ladies were concerned...and his Pa always told Tord that a woman's worries were always of a high priority. Especially if ya planned on wedding and bedding 'em. Besides, these guys were trying to kill the mood. Can't have that.
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 17, 2015 22:52:29 GMT
"Agreed! A little bloodletting is good for the soul!" She affirmed with a wide grin. "Besides, this sounds like a personal squabble that which we are not involved with. It is best that the two parties come to a healthy agreement independent of other's involvement. If he was truly cheated, it is an insult to his honor that he alone must avenge! Even ye Romans should know and respect a man's honor, eh?"
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Post by Terranova on Jul 17, 2015 23:27:31 GMT
"Aye, let the merchants settle their dispute outside like MEN! Couple of bloody fists and faces will solve any of their problems. It's the Viking way! No need to put good men to death for a squabble. HA!" "Besides, this sounds like a personal squabble that which we are not involved with. It is best that the two parties come to a healthy agreement independent of other's involvement. If he was truly cheated, it is an insult to his honor that he alone must avenge! Even ye Romans should know and respect a man's honor, eh?" "You dishonor your patrons and yourself when you feed them gruel..." she mumbled the phrase she had heard from her mother over the years. It was a surprising fit for the situation at hand. She kept her voice low, but continued. "If anything, a Roman cheating someone over on the day of trade dishonors Rome, herself. Me. My people. Humility and justice are required... Not more... cheating..." Her forehead was creased with concern as she glanced between the Vikings. "Not more fighting, either..." |
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Post by corvette1710 on Jul 18, 2015 1:44:40 GMT
Imperceptibly the kunai disappeared up his sleeve as he backed off in a stagger, hands open in front of him as he feigned alarm. "Knife?"
He looked at the guards that had assembled in the short time that he'd been involved and squinted and spoke quizzically. "When did you all get here?"
He maintained this farce, this act of drunken stupor, convincingly enough, but there was always room for improvement. The careful and experienced eye could find that his eyes were not out of focus, and a keen nose might find his breath wasn't nearly potent enough to support his apparent drunkness.
With Numerius's pardon came the inevitable and predictable, "Then as soon as these..." he motioned, "ruffians are gone, how's about a drink?" directed at Numerius. "On me, of course," he added as a concession. "Someone like you doesn't come to a tavern on business, I'd think."
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Post by greenlightning on Jul 18, 2015 3:50:17 GMT
Hansel watched on with interest, "Ja, you could be, how you say? Diplo.. dipla.. Diplomat! Let's just go back to merrymaking." Numerius couldn't help put smile hearing Hansel struggle with the word. "Aye friend, a diplomat indeed." He agreed, nodding. "Aye, let the merchants settle their dispute outside like MEN! Couple of bloody fists and faces will solve any of their problems. It's the Viking way! No need to put good men to death for a squabble. HA!", Tord shouted across the tavern to the guards dealing with the situation. Tord didn't have any reason to get involved, but the ladies were concerned...and his Pa always told Tord that a woman's worries were always of a high priority. Especially if ya planned on wedding and bedding 'em. Besides, these guys were trying to kill the mood. Can't have that. "Be careful mate, you're drunk, this is official it can't be done in that way." He said, sighing. They might do that back in the Viking's home, but here everything has a certain way to be done. To have safe freedom, you have to have part of the freedom taken away. Imperceptibly the kunai disappeared up his sleeve as he backed off in a stagger, hands open in front of him as he feigned alarm. "Knife?" He looked at the guards that had assembled in the short time that he'd been involved and squinted and spoke quizzically. "When did you all get here?" He maintained this farce, this act of drunken stupor, convincingly enough, but there was always room for improvement. The careful and experienced eye could find that his eyes were not out of focus, and a keen nose might find his breath wasn't nearly potent enough to support his apparent drunkness. With Numerius's pardon came the inevitable and predictable, "Then as soon as these..." he motioned, "ruffians are gone, how's about a drink?" directed at Numerius. "On me, of course," he added as a concession. "Someone like you doesn't come to a tavern on business, I'd think." Numerius turned towards the Guards, nodding at them, so as to dismiss them as they are no longer needed. "That'll be all, if anything happens I'll be sure to call for assistance." Turning back towards the drunken warrior, he walked up to him and put his arm around his shoulder, as to help him walk towards his table. "You're lucky you did not get in trouble, here in the Sanitarium interfering in something almost always turns out bad. Let us go to my table, with my companions, and you can treat us to the drinks," Numerius said, leading him towards Hansel and Sir William. |
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Post by corvette1710 on Jul 18, 2015 19:17:28 GMT
"Of course," Reiko said with a wide grin. He greeted Sir William with a low bow that almost sent him tumbling. He righted himself quickly, almost too quickly. Another bow was sent Hansel's way, just as low, but Reiko was prepared for it and didn't fall.
"Reiko Imahura," he said in greeting, waiting for them to introduce themselves as well before buying them all drinks.
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Post by mercenaryblade on Jul 18, 2015 20:36:44 GMT
"Of course," Reiko said with a wide grin. He greeted Sir William with a low bow that almost sent him tumbling. He righted himself quickly, almost too quickly. Another bow was sent Hansel's way, just as low, but Reiko was prepared for it and didn't fall. "Reiko Imahura," he said in greeting, waiting for them to introduce themselves as well before buying them all drinks. "Hansel, Schultz." He introduced himself, "At service." |
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Post by Nihlium on Jul 18, 2015 23:11:51 GMT
Fen approached Hiroto as he listened to the senator and whispered in his ear so softly Hiroto had to listen carefully. Lie is safe, another Shaolin monk was there to help; as well as a few others. I have sent a one of our messengers with a letter asking him to sit with us during the fights."
"And our white haired guest?" replied Hiroto in Japanese.
"Nothing, she appeared from nowhere."
"Ninja?"
"I doubt it."
Hiroto paused and then continued "Inform Noboru. I want security increased and someone watching her at all times and then someone watching him."
"At once Hiroto-sama." with that she was gone as fast as she came."
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Post by g4hardcore on Jul 19, 2015 2:51:07 GMT
A bell went off, signaling Gaius's toast to the bureaucrat assembly. He gave what was likely a sincere speech, and Zaynah smiled warmly as she listened intently, even raising her glass along with the others. However, it was a façade. She had heard his sentiments just a few moments earlier. He wanted to hear the heartbeat of Rome across the land. It took her a moment to catch on, but she was fairly sure he meant to conquer all in order to do so. How else could it be done? Empires were built on conquests and might. It was the curse of man to seek to fill that which could never be filled. The lust for power. For more.
Enjoying the delicacies of the party, drinking fine wine... now, she was almost certain that it wasn't just her putting up a front of sorts. Everyone here, calling themselves noblemen and aristocrats. Diplomats and politicians. Hah! A farce, and not much more, she decided. Even worse, Zaynah was hardpressed to find another woman here, unless you counted servants. As if men were better leaders! She put her thoughts to rest and glanced around, looking for any and all visible exit points in case things got messy. She also attempted to count each guard she could possibly identify, before making her way toward Senator Gaius and his eastern friend. She only caught the lasts glimpses of a hushed conversation in a volume too low for her to hear. Paranoia made her wonder if she was the subject of their discussion, but it didn't much matter now. Assuming she was permitted to come close enough, she spoke aloud to Gaius.
"Esteemed Senator! Peace be upon you. I have heard much about you and the foundation you have created here! It is an honor, and a pleasure." By now, the more than subtle accent in her voice was evident. A calculated risk.
 OOC: A nifty way to show what exactly she's wearing here. Thought I'd put that out there. 
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Post by Nihlium on Jul 19, 2015 3:12:49 GMT
Hiroto stiffened at the woman's words. Her accent and manner of speaking made it obvious where she was from and hinted at her purpose at the mansion. He had already sent Fen away and signaling his guards would reveal too much of the inner workings his security. There was only one thing to do.
"Cheers to our honored host." "foundation?" Hiroto thought to himself as he approached the Hassassin. He had to get close to her. What happened next would entrap one of them and the odds were in his favor. He placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed slightly "The fights will only make this day grander as Rome shows us it's greatness." he looked at Gaius with a straight face as he continued "I can't wait to sit and experience Roman revelry together." he brows twisted and then he smiled and looked at the rest of the crowd and then at the woman. It was a quick moment; precise, like a beheading.
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Post by tomnowinblue on Jul 19, 2015 6:21:06 GMT
@marketReynard drank gratefully, wiping his mouth discreetly as he listened before saying hesitatingly. "There is some sort of party at the house of one of the cities senators. As a noble, I have the right to visit and not be turned away. Perhaps asking directly will enable us to understand, master shaolin?" "Very good," Basho said, the boy echoing exactly what he was thinking, "But please Reynard, it's Basho. No need for formalities while.." The elder Shaolin paused when the woman approached with a pet wolf. Leaning forth from her idle position against a post under the shade, she set out toward the monks in a stride. The breeze acting upon her hair made it readily known she was a highlander to the unobservant. More so with the bow upon her back; one could deduce which clan she hailed from. Falling in place aside Dara; her lupine companion Airgead stalked ahead, invoking the fearsome visage dire wolves were renowned for. The silver sheen of her fur rippled as she moved, her muzzle lifting apart as she exhaled sharply amid her impromptu loping. Dara uttered a soft yip, cutting short Airgead's approach as she took point. Sometimes, the wolf was eager. Too eager. Airgead was a tad bit protective, a quality appreciated by Dara. Still, Dara would take the lead and in scant moments, she was upon Basho and Reynard. Airgead stood at her side, tense, alert and at the ready, with dark green eyes scrutinizing any unwanted movement. "Hello." Dara spoke, looking over the monks now that she was closer. She'd heard things in regard to the monks, how they were a spiritual people, good and wholesome. And more. Perhaps some of her knowledge was colored by the mannerism of her people and how they painted others beyond themselves. She could be elucidated here and now, gladly. "A saw whit happened, alof it. Yer fine a take it?" She crossed her arms, and leaned to one side with a casual air about her person. Short and direct. Airgead was deathly silent, staring them now. @marketAt first somewhat offput by the giant wolf, Reynard smiled and bowed to Dara in respect as he spoke courteously. "I'm fine now. But something is wrong in the heart of this place. Before, they took pains to ensure this place was open to all. Its why they trade with so many. Now though, its as though they no longer care." Basho nodded as Reynard explained the situation, he continued to be impressed by this boy's articulation. "We were discussing how best to address this situation," he added, "Since it affects all travelers and tradesmen who may pass through this city. And this could be as simple as bringing it to the right person's attention." |
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Post by Hugo on Jul 19, 2015 10:46:12 GMT
It was abundantly clear there was something wrong in the heart of the Romans stronghold. After years of peaceful trade, all of a sudden it was as though everything had become reversed from what they knew.
Merchants being cheated, those who spoke against it sent to the arena and locals seeking excuses against foreigners. There was confusion and there was fear....And for those who suspected, they could fain hear the sounds of war drums in the future. But surely the Romans would not dare?
Wouldn't they?
Those at the Inn would find themselves, so long as they didn't draw attention left largely alone. They had a big day tomorrow at the arena after all.
Deep within the mountain, it was a marvel of engineering. An underground stadium, lit cleverly by mirrors and the sun and special torches where the gladiators plied their trade in blood. Now concurrent with the stigma of sedition and where those who spoke out against them went to entertain the masses....
Back at the market, Reynard would merely bow once more as he spoke to Basho and Dara.
"The hour is late and we should not be out after curfew. I have lodgings and they are humble, but I offer my hospitality freely to you both if you wish to accept it. Perhaps we may seek out an answer when we are all rested and fed."
At the manor, the party was beginning to bring in the entertainment as Senator Gaius chuckled and addressed first Zaynah and then Hiroto.
"Ah, the honor is mine to meet such a flower from the desert, if I am not mistaken! Thrice welcome to you in my household. And the games...Ah, in my youth I was feckless and loved the adoration of man more then life itself. Well do I remember my old days in the arena! Alas for age, which saps even the strongest in time. But if you had not seen a Day of Games, then it shall be entertaining I should think indeed...Your Samurai revel in a code of war, do they not? And you my lady, will you too be there as well?"
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Post by greenlightning on Jul 19, 2015 20:23:17 GMT
After a long and hectic day, Numerius would stay until late at the inn, merrily drinking with his companions. After a couple of hours, and many jugs of ale, he decided to call it a day. He would head home, to an empty home, as his father was away over seas with a merchant group, and since Roman Legionaries were not allowed to marry, he had no wife. Nonetheless content, he went straight to bed.
Waking up in the morning, he donned his usual tunic and toga, his gladius by his side, and a dagger underneath his tunic. He would head back into the market, as there were always good deals after the Day of Trade.
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 19, 2015 20:55:33 GMT
"Mghhrmmglh."
She had no idea what that was and would be unable to say as such to anyone who asked, but that was what came out of her throat when she awoke after the festivities of the night.
Lying right atop of the bar counter like it was no big thing. Even though she was currently topless, save for her undergarments. "Hmm." She rose groggily, rolling right off the counter and eyeing the establishment for her outfit. "Ha!" She nodded. There was her shirt, draped across the chair she had been seated at. She walked across, unminding of any stares before she grabbed it and donned it. And her coat...
Ah there. Sitting in a heap at the edge of the counter, right below where she had woken up. "What a night." She grinned, picking it up and slinging the fur coat onto her shoulders.
"But an even grander day awaits us!" She sauntered out without another word, not even the least bit hungover. Viking fortitude was second to none.
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