Post by The Stranger on Jun 22, 2008 19:07:46 GMT -5
The man who was only to be known as Pater walked into the Oldtown bar. He was followed by ten men, and looked around the bar. He noticed all the lowlifes and half wits in the place looking at him. No wonder he was always a striking man, his sword’s silver hilt glinted in the light, his hard fiery eyes struck away anyone’s gaze, and the jagged scar he had earned in Dorne poked out of the neck of his tunic. He smiled his large canine smile and then waved for the men to follow him. Moving to the bar keep he said, “I reserved the private room.”
The bar keep eyed him once and shivered. Quietly he pointed to the back room of the dingy bar, “In there ser.”
Pater growled, “I ain’t no Ser.” Then he glided away. He was a large man, but he commanded grace like few others. He burst through the door into the back room and was pleased. Twelve men sat around waiting for him. That was twice the number of attendants then had been at his previous two meetings.
Pater walked to the front of the room and turned studying the men who had come to this meeting. Two men were definite plants, they did not have the look of true killers. Pater thought about having them killed, but there was no point. One of the real killers could be an agent too.
“You are all killers, and I have a job for you. The gold is good and falls from a High place. You all going to receive fifty gold stags just for meeting with me, and if you want real gold meet me north of the city tomorrow with a horse and a sword. Tell no one of this, or I will find you and cut you’re your tongue from your overly large mouth.” Pater finished. “Your gold is at the bar.”
Pater walked from the room, and nodded to the man carrying the gold. Soon thirteen gold pouches are given to the Barkeep to distribute to the rogues. Pater walked into the street, knowing his men would be following him closely. He had four more bars to hit tonight, and then he had to get out of here before the Weasel’s protégé had time to act.
Pater smiled to himself as he walked towards the next bar. His employer was right. Quick lightning attacks would keep their enemies off balance.
Results
48 mercenaries and toughs ride north east from Oldtown toward the Mander.
They immediately travel through the back country, camping in the wilderness whenever possible. The are in constant movement looking for any followers.
The bar keep eyed him once and shivered. Quietly he pointed to the back room of the dingy bar, “In there ser.”
Pater growled, “I ain’t no Ser.” Then he glided away. He was a large man, but he commanded grace like few others. He burst through the door into the back room and was pleased. Twelve men sat around waiting for him. That was twice the number of attendants then had been at his previous two meetings.
Pater walked to the front of the room and turned studying the men who had come to this meeting. Two men were definite plants, they did not have the look of true killers. Pater thought about having them killed, but there was no point. One of the real killers could be an agent too.
“You are all killers, and I have a job for you. The gold is good and falls from a High place. You all going to receive fifty gold stags just for meeting with me, and if you want real gold meet me north of the city tomorrow with a horse and a sword. Tell no one of this, or I will find you and cut you’re your tongue from your overly large mouth.” Pater finished. “Your gold is at the bar.”
Pater walked from the room, and nodded to the man carrying the gold. Soon thirteen gold pouches are given to the Barkeep to distribute to the rogues. Pater walked into the street, knowing his men would be following him closely. He had four more bars to hit tonight, and then he had to get out of here before the Weasel’s protégé had time to act.
Pater smiled to himself as he walked towards the next bar. His employer was right. Quick lightning attacks would keep their enemies off balance.
Results
48 mercenaries and toughs ride north east from Oldtown toward the Mander.
They immediately travel through the back country, camping in the wilderness whenever possible. The are in constant movement looking for any followers.