If you're looking for an honourable guild that will get hired to escort caravans or protect VIP, please apply to join my guild "Glims Mercenaries".
English speaking would be preferred though it doesn't have to be first language. Feel free to ask questions as I am more than happy to answer.
Glim is clearly furious. Huffing through his nostrils, clenching and unclenching his claws..
Glim calms, his breathing becoming more controlled and slowing down. He relaxes. Claws unclenching and shoulders loosening. "Your words are feeble and twisted as an old woman. Stay to your table and stay out of my mens way, lest you lose an eye or worse. Keep your fighting words to yourself, or keep them coming if a fight is what you're looking for. My men are happy to oblige." Glim spreads his thick arms out around him. chairs scrape against the floor of the tavern as one, then three chairs are pushed back. The twins stand, silent as always. Phargought stands, downs his drink and slams the cup onto the table and snickers.
The patrons quieten, even Alexander tops his playing.
"I'll have two more ciders.." Glim says, placing coins down on the bar and retrieving his drinks. His men sit back down in their seats and once again start drinking. The tavern folk go back to their business of talking, laughing and drinking as if nothing happened.
“I fare well, brother.” ‘Brother.. How long had it been since he’d had the pleasure of greeting another Nheedra. Too long.’
“If you need help carrying those items, just look to Spot and Dot.”
Glim points his thumb at the two Udoadra twins bickering once more, still not talking though.
“Although of you need help now, it’s no bother to me, Lad.”
@malyvern ((OOC I was so hoping someone would do this, AMAZING idea.))
Entering the tavern with a saunter, Glim heads straight towards the bar. Moving his head this way and that, looking for a place large enough to sit for a Nheedra. (Next to Malyvern.) Sitting down with a grunt, he looks up to the bartender and bares his teeth in what you can only imagine is a smile.
“A mug of your warmest drink. The winds blow cold on this night and I can feel it in my bones.”
"Well you know me, Phargought. I draw attention everywhere I go, do you remember that time In Kavercombe? I was picking splinters out of my arse for weeks." Glim says under his breath, reaching for his mug again before remembering it's empty and frowning. "I can never get a drink without it being ruined by someone pulling a sword..
"Well!" Glim barks, loud enough that the men at the door of the inn can hear him louder than is necessary. "What kind of co-operation are you boys asking of us?"
Glim raps his knuckles on the bar. "refill, please." He says to the bartender, placing down yet another coin. But instead of drinking the brew, he leaves the tankard full.
Blinking himself awake, Glim sits up in his bed. 'Strange, too find a bed large enough to accomodate a Nheedra. And one of my size!' He thinks to himself gratefully.
Stretching and yawning he stands up from his bed to waddle towards the windows. Throwing them open to allow for the smell of bear to leave the room. Judging by the sky, Glim can tell it's still early morning. Good. Doing a quick once over of his rented room he can see that his men, probably Osiris, had brought up his gear. He smiles to himself, they're a loyal bunch.
He hefts his hand axe and lets it hang from a hoop in his belt. He throws on his gambeson and cloak and exits his room. Walking down the stairs, still rubbing sleep from his eyes he sees a dog by the fire and an Eywdra not too far from it. 'The town of Kuasrine is in for a surprise when they awake to all these beast men.' He strolls towards the Eywdra stranger and lays his cloak across her lap. 'I'm in need of a new cloak, and this one looks cold.'
He makes his way to the exit, before reconsidering and backtracking towards the bar. He leaves enough coin and in return takes some apples from a barrel by the bar. Glim then decides to leave. Walking through the portal, he once again stretches and lets out a mighty yawn, before noticing the mage sitting down by the door.
"Mornin'" Grunts Glim as he takes a bite off his apple, nearly halving it. Taking a few more steps he collapses on the ground, sitting down legs out in front of him. Breakfasting on his apples facing the beautiful falls of Prestegne.
"You took your time getting here, Ixuo." Glim grins patting the Chadra on the shoulder, making him grunt against the blow. "Good work fixing the wagon on your own initiative. But.. to answer your question. Perhaps. We've yet to discuss."
Glim would turn to his men. "Alright, it's up to you. Ride in to town with us or get there at your own time. Decide now, for we leave now."
His men would talk amongst themselves, two Udoadra step up. "We'll ride with you, captain." 'How interesting' You think amongst yourselves. 'Twins!'
"Good. Very good. Ready your horses, we set out now.
The two Udoadra follow Glim and Phargought out towards their horses. Glim's being a huge white spotted stallion.
Glim accepts his cloak back, throwing it over his wood brown gambeson.
((OOC let me know if I've missed answering anything and I'll edit it.))
"To me men!" Glim barks, releasing a bear roar, spittle flying from his mouth. He quickly accesses the situation, Malyvern behind a stone wall, Ixuo at the back of the column with the Eywdra, Phargought by his side and the twins behind him.
"Ixuo, do what you do best! Dot and Spot, spears ready at the front. Strike at it's stomach!" He orders. Jumping from his horse, bringing his axe out of its loop as he comes to his feet.
He slaps Phargought on the shoulder to get his friends attention, thrusting his hand through the air to the spiders left. Without waiting for his companion answer he charges to the right flank of the spider.
Spot and Dot form a shield wall between the two of them, spears stabbing and jabbing at the huge arachnid.
The four of them move with the flow of a deadly, veteran unit.
((feel free to wound/maim my men, I don't talk for Phargought. But I'm okay for Glim to be hurt as well. They've never fought this beast before.))
In the heat of battle, Glim becomes the beats he resembles. Swinging his axe this way and that with the movements only a veteran could keep up with. Cutting deeply into the legs of the monster, spraying green ichor all over him. Roaring he swings his axe two handed, it bites deeply and even though he heaves with all his might, it's stuck in the beast. The leg shoots out and sends him stumbling backwards.
Spot and Dot continue to pierce the monster from below, constantly evading its deadly pincers and crushing legs. The Spider slows as it loses its blood and energy.
Glim sits up and charges back into the fray. Grabbing, instead, onto a mandible of the creature. Ripping it clean off. Roaring once more, sending spit flying from his fangs he sticks it up into the jaw of the arachnid. 'Where the f#*^ is my axe' Glim thinks as he loses grip on the mandible slick with blood.
Noticing Malyvern enter, Glim stands from where he was previously seated with a grunt, and makes his way towards his new friend.
"Aye, Maly. You weren't wrong about this cider, quite the drink!" He claims, swigging from his mug.
Glim looks at his shoulder, and rolls it once or twice. 'That girls healing magic sure is something. I wonder if there's still time for me to learn it.'
He sits down with Malyvern with a 'humpf.' Scooting his chair in closer, he leans in the table top with his elbows.
"Now that we're here friend. That large building, what is it?"
((Glim still wears his gambeson, axe and cloak. Though he was able to wipe them clean of the green ichor from the beast that they had encountered along the way.))
The two twins sit on either side of the room. Making face gestures at eachother every now and then, motioning to this person and that. They both perk up at once as a man in a black and grey coat walks through the door. Hood up, shadows masking his face he walks toward the centre of the room. The twins watch closely as the stranger reaches inside the folds of his cloak. The twins stand up at attention, chairs scraping at the floor.
The stranger pools out a wood pipe.
“Greetings all!” He calls out, making his voice he heard by all. “I am Alexander the talented. I have traveled far and wide across these lands. This day you had the honour and pleasure of being able to treat your ears to my music!”
Some of the patrons in the bar stop paying the man any kind of attention.
Seeing the wooden pipe the twins sit down, relaxing.
The dark clothed stranger once again raises his voice and speaks as he pulls down his hood.
“Does anyone have any requests? I have quite a large repotoire.. among other things.” He winks at a women and she blushes.
The stranger is attractive by anyone’s standards, sandy blonde hair with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled and even face.
((Feel free to play the bard. Just brought him in as an excuse to add something new.))
"Olgier. Was he a bad man? Or just misguided?" Gloom looks upon the Magister's scars.
"Your scars are not something to hide, friend." Glim smiles saying this. Removing his gambeson he shows all of his scars, like streaks of nakedness across his otherwise grizzly form.
"I earned all of these."
He gestures to one running from his left collarbone to just below his pectoral.
"I earned this one saving the lives of a pair of young lasses on the road." Glim goes on to name tens of scars, ranging from large to small, deep to shallow across his body. Before coming to the only scar on his face. A deep, ugly, jagged scar running down his left cheek to under his jaw.
He pauses for a moment. "This scar.." He sighs. "This scar I received on my home world, Arboreus.. from a demon.. A demon on Arboreus.. The hell fiend that caused the death of my brother. No. I caused the death of my brother because I was selfish.." He sits down at that. sipping his cider.
"But that is a story for another time, when my tongue is more loose from drink! I do not mean to put a damper on the mood, friend. But my point still stands, scars are a symbol of honour, of survival.
-To Malyvern- "To our scars!" Glim downs his cider with relish, licking his snout. Almost as an afterthought, he places his now empty mug down and asks. "You never got to telling me about.. Olgee? was it?"
-To Ixuo- Glim stands up from his chair and saunters over to the Chadra. "I don't want you causing trouble here Ixuo, though as long as you don't start anything. And it seems you aren't" Glimheim growls the last part, letting the growl sit in the back of his throat for a moment, looking at the men enclosing around his companion. "Then I have no problem with you defending yourself. As is your right."
Glim never takes his eyes off the men once. "We came here to drink and enjoy a bit of rest. I imagine you came here to do the same.."
The twins watch the exchange carefully, the one by the door turning his head this way then cocking his right ear that way. His brother shakes his head in disagreement. The first twin acknowledges.
"Ahaaa!" Glim roars with laughter. "Little point in telling the twins not to let her drink anymore. Poor little lass. Can't hold her drink." Glim chuckles with genuine sympathy. He removes his cloak and places over Mimi's shoulders.
"It's been a long day, and the confrontation with that spider didn't help. She's a right to be tired." Glim says running his hands over his face. "Though we've still work to do Maly." He chuckles slapping Malyvern on the shoulder, if anything a little too roughly.
"Best we'd head to the town hall now. Hopefully he hasn't started preaching yet." Glim begins laughing again, downing his cider in between bouts.
"Well, Telwath. As you probably know, human drinks could never hold up to Chadra liquor or Udoadra mead. But this human cider, this is something else." Glim responded, clasping the Udoadra's hand.
"Speaking of Nheedra endurance, what do you say to a contest friend? I've already had a bit to drink, so that should make it fair." He laughs heartily, realising his grip on his new acquaintance to down his drink.
"Aye, it could've been. But I can't mill about listening to that horde talk about the nobles like that. Aye, I don't see eye to eye. (geez that's a lot of 'Ayes') with a lot of them, but a few I've done jobs for and they paid me fairly and it was honest work. That crew doesn't understand what they're getting into."
Glim looks back at the man he knows now as Vachan.
Vachan is already looking at him.
Glim gets a shiver, but figures it's just the cold of the approaching winter.
"Filthy beast!" One of the crowd cries and throws something of vegetable origin, it hits Glimheim in the back. He turns back with a growl that stays in his throat till he turns back around.
'They're brave in numbers. But hopefully there won't be as many of them if they've listened to reason.'
“Alright, say what you need. I’m due for a drink so make it quick.” Glim directs to the man in the feathered cap.
Glim stares dumbfounded at the Erwydra. ‘Another one!’
“Aye, you’re probably right but it needed to be said. Thanks for the warning.” Glim says dismissively.
