Cavveri stands with a smirk on his face as his men moves towards Kron and Kincaid, to prove his point. Kron stands ready with his hand resting on the hilt of his battleaxe. Kincaid however, continued with his plan.
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my life.. well.. no, no it isen't.. i'll pay, i'm very sorry for disturbing you.." Then Kincaid turned his head slightly towards Kron and putting his hand on Kron's chest, to whisper.
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We do nothing yet."
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Yeah, you are, fork it over!"
Kron grunts, annoyed but does as told. "
Here.. we will just be on our way now.." Kincaid handed over a money pouch with around 1000 coins in it to the nearest goon. "...
Out.. out of curiousity.." Kron had to admit that Kincaid is a good performer. "
Yerr?[/b]"
"Somebody did mention.. that the great Caverri was here at the docks.. would that be you?"
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Hrr tol' ya boss, people startin' t'know" One of the drunk goons said.
Cavveri cuffed the man firmly behind the ear with the pommel of his sword. "
Shut it!"
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Yeah that's me."
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A powerful man.. I must say, i'm curious what you're doing at this pitiful place."
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Takin' over, y'see!"
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Oh.. well. Then I guess you're the man to do business with... I don't want to anger ya, what would it take to ensure we get in good?" Caverri rubs his jaw, thinking it over. "
Wha' business is this?" Caverri's goon nearest to Kincaid and Kron nervously keeps an eye on Kron.
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Well, perhaps.. a fee to ensure we get top trading..?"
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Top tradin', eh? You wan' access to our boats, eh?" Caverri rubs his jaw before continueing "
Mmh, no' as of ye' but if'n you reckon you can.. say.. help with fundin's, I don't see why not, capiche?.
Way I see i', there's a gapin' 'ole in the market here. Seems everyone's afraid to stand up and break the status quo, ge' my drift?"
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Perfect! I have a large load of expensive goods I could use help with retriven, I was looking for a good place to store it, maybe you could lend me some of your men to help gather them?" Kron folds his arms, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. Caverri rubs his jaw again "
'Ow many of my men?"
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Three?" Caverri frowns, but nods. "
Where's yer stuff then?"
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Back on the boat, storage level. They can work with my man here to carry the loads." Kron leans forward again to whisper. "
What boat should I take them to?... Before I end them, that is." Kincaid turned his head slightly again to reply in a hushed voice. "
You can kill them, if you need me I'll assist, and the boat where we came from." Kron nods once "
Very well... I'll handle them."
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Shall we?" Kron said, looking at Cavveri's men. "
Mmm, sounds prosperous, bu' you stay 'ere right?" Caverri taps the side of his head, then continues. "
I'm a canny one, me, no funny business, even if you're a trader."
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Well I was going to direct which cargo was to come first, but I suppose my man here knows what I need. Start with the Linen."
Kron nods at that.
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Yeah, you tell him whats what, he can have my mens strong back."
Caverri knocks his knuckles on the breastplate of the man to his left. "
You take two of the fresh'ns, prefferable those who haven't had /too/ much to drink today." The man sniffs disdainfully "
You sure about this?" Caverri then backhands the man, his mail glove splitting the mans lip down to the chin. "
When did I ever ask your opinion!?"
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Come along, then." The man staggers slightly, holding his face with murder in his eyes. He then waves to two others, nodding curtly. Kron leads the three men away from Kincaid and Caverri, towards the boat far south. "
Best hurry, the weather looks to be getting bad. Don't want all my linen getting wet."
They reach the ship, the three men approach nodding to Kron. "
Here is the ship. After you, gentlemen."
The three of them boards the ship, walking across the plank one at a time, however, Kron walks up behind the man at the back, grabbing him around the throat as he stabs him in the right side of the neck with a concealed dagger. Blood squirts all over Krons chain and down his front as the lifeless body tumbles sideways into the water.
A sailor appears from the alley. "
'Ere! Wha' you doin' on my bloody boat?![/b]" Briefly after he realises what's going on and so he quickly backs away, vanishing into the dark alley again.
The second goon tries to draw his longsword but it gets caught on his belt. Kron however, quickly draws his axe from the belt and slings out his shield at the ready.
The third goon smoothly unsheathes his longsword, pushing the second goon with the sword stuck in the belt, infront of him - using him as a human shield. "[b]Ack! Boss!?"
Kron sets his feet apart, his shield at the front, then dashes towards the two, the shield still infront, bullrushing them by using his shield as a ram. He runs directly into the 'human shield'. The shield hitting him firmly, steel clashing against steel. The wind is knocked out of the goon and he is crushed between shield and man.
Kron stumbles backwards after the impact, however he quickly gains his balance again.
The third goon puts his shoulder up against the 'human shield's back, trying to hold him in place while he gets his longsword up and ready. The gangplank creaks... Kron steps down on solid land again.
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Lay down your sword and I will grant you a quick death."
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Very funny, the way I see it, I got you outnumbered and outskilled!" sweat beads his forehead, the fear is obvious in his eyes. However, Kron decides to play along.
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Perhaps you're right.. it's not worth it." Kron takes yet another step backwards, in hope of getting the goon out on the gangplank.
The goon plants one foot on the gangplank, the 'human shield' is squirming and about to lose conciousness. The goon holding him raises his sword, elbow bent, aiming it over his 'human shield's shoulder. Kron takes another step back.
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Yeah, so you just hop off and we'll have your friend and forget you were with him, yeah?" Kron takes a final step back, then replies.
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He is not my friend, do with him as you like."
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I plan to, after I split you like a dog!" The goon throws his 'human shield' sideways into the water, his armor filling with water instantly, the weight of the steel dragging him to the bottom.
The goon goes to rush forward along the plank, his sword raised high - most likely for a downward strike. Kron also rushes forward at this, he smashes his axe into the plank and his shield held high, covering his head. The sword comes crashing down upon Krons shield, skittering along it's slanted edges harmlessly as the gangplank splits - he falls through the crumbling oaken wood and into the dock water. Kron stares into the goons panicly widen eyes with a wicked grin as the man slowly sinks to the bottom.
Kron quickly ran back to Kincaid and Caverri, who were still chatting.
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'Ey your mate been takin' his time-- oh, there he is... where's your..." Caverri's jaw dropped, Kincaid turned around as well. "
They are on their way." Kron had completely forgotten about the blood. "
They better be."
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Then whos blood is that!?" Caverri shouted, then Kincaid also looked at Krons bloodstained armor and axe "...
What the hell did you do!?" Kron suprised by the way Kincaid reacted, wasent sure what to say. At this point he thought Kincaid had doublecrossed him. "
Uh..."
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You what?" Caverri raises his arm momentarily, as if to grab Jarl, but his bluff clearly catches him off-guard. "
I.. uh..." Kron glanced behind him, then back at Kincaid. Unsure of what to do. "
I knew you would betray me! Caverri, tell your men to kill him! Ten thousand for his head!"
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You heard him men! GET HIM!" The last three remaining men dashes towards Kron."
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Now hold on a moment!.." Kron still haven't figured it out, however he runs for it. Back towards the ship again, however, halfway down the street he takes a sharp turn and hides up against the wall.. waiting for the men to get closer. The three men come racing down the docks, but stops as a scream is heard from the direction they left. The man in the front nudges one of them "
Go see what that was!"
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It sounded like the boss."
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That's why I want you to go see!"
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What!? and miss out on the ten thousand!?"
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Shut it you slagh! just go!" One of them walks back towards Caverri and Kincaid, grumbleing all the way.
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I think he went this way!" The remaining two begins sprinting down the docks again, but then Kron leaps forwards, from behind the wagon - he quickly kneels down on one knee, his shield infront - covering his entire body and head.
The first man runs directly into Kron, slamming into the shield at full speed, rolling over the kneeling dark elf and landing with a heavy thud several feet behind him, air rushing out of his lungs.
Kron however, is pushed down at the impact, he hisses loudly at this.
The second man manages to skid to a halt, drawing his longsword -He takes the advantage to rush forward, bringing his sword down. Kron however quickly gathers a handful dirt filled with small rocks and throws it into the mans face in a attempt to momentarily blind him.
The man swings his sword wildly as the dirt hits him, at this, Kron crawls backwards and staggers to his feet. He slowly makes his way over to the downed man, lowering his axe down to his neck - waiting for the standing goon to clear his face of the dirt.
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Lay down your weapon and I'll consider spareing you both." The man finnaly manages to clear his vision, then he replies. "
And give up ten thousand!? I could retire on that!"
Kron smirks "
You idiot... The man you were dealing with is on my side, we tricked the lot of you. Your boss is dead."
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Balls he is! Your friend is dead by now!" At those words the man carefully advances. However his friend intervenes with panicly outbursts "
Wait! Wait! I give! I don't wanna die! oh gods I don't wanna die!"
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You bloody coward!"
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Think about it.. you sent a man back to investigate.. He haven't returned."
The man stops his advance, his eyebrows twitching.
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You admitted the scream sounded like your boss... He is dead." Kron smiled slyly, knowing that his word effected the men.
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Unless you want to die too you will throw your sword in the sea. NOW!"
The mans lower lip begins to tremble, his spirit breaking.. he slowly tosses his sword into the water. "
Good boy... now kneel." The man frowns but does as told. As he is down Kron raises his axe up high, then brings it down upon the man on the ground beside him - decapitating him. "
You bastard! You said you would let us go!" Kron immediately rushes towards the kneeling man who was in the process of getting up on his feet, however too slowly - Kron swings his axe, hitting the man directly in the chest - the axe sinks through the metal and into the soft flesh below which sends the man backwards into the dirt, bleeding out.
Kron made his way back to Kincaid yet again, Caverri lays dead on the ground and the last remaining goon who went back to check up on Caverri stares at his dead boss in chock. He slowly turns around only to come face to face with Kron, Kincaid stepped closer to block him.
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I suggest you surrender."
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I-I surrender!"
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I suggest he jumps in the water."
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Whu-what?" His eyes widen.
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Good idea."
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Alright! Alright I'll..."
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Jump in the water, and you live, get to go and start a family, become a good man. This life ain't for you." The man looks unsure, but he nods.
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That's a good man." The man leaps over the wall and into the chest high stream, armor filling with water but nevertheless he missions on.
Kron takes a deep breath, glanceing to Kincaid. "
Mission complete?"
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I suppose it is, I've stuff to prove we took care of it."
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Let's return then."
(( And thats it
Thanks to Kincaid and DM Trickster for that awesome event. My crappy writing here cant justify it but atleast its good practice for me. It came out hella alot longer than I expected. ))