Fetcher  Looks at the fellow, he looks to the Inn and then to the new fellow,  ...If you aren't  afriad to get your hands  dirty...and maybe  a bit bloody..follow me..One of  my employers is heading out to make  some coin now...if  we move, we can catch them...

  He starts walking up the docks  towards the  western end of the  city, he pauses  to see if the fellow follows.

(( go to HEADING OUT...SEEING A BIT OF  IRONMOUND ))
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  As  Lytie  cleans  the tables, after  the group  heads off. She  fins tristan's  pin on the Table. She  wipes it  off  and  Takes it back to the  Counter and hands it ot  the BAr Keep,well...that one didn't last too long... he chuckles  and palces the Pin in a small coffer  with  a few other..................

Manny steeped carefully off the boat onto the docks. The ground beneath his feet seemed to sway slightly despite his attempt to will it to stop. "Finally, I can free my self from the constant ebb and flow of the sea," he thought to himself. He ran his calloused hands through his curly Cherry Red hair in an attempt to untangle it. He had lost one of his two combs during the journey from home. He pulled his Black backpack closer to his body so it would neither pull him backwards nor become caught on trees or corners of buildings in the city.

He began walking away from the boat and thought, "This crowds a little rougher than usual, but it is nothing I have not handled before." It was getting close to the time of day where in an hour late afternoon would become early evening. He was beginning to draw attention to himself again because of the odd combination of his good looks, Dark Chocolate skin and his wavy shoulder length Red hair. He decided it was time to find an inn and a tavern. Hopefully both at the same place.
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  A Young Ragged fellow approaches Manny...as he does, he can hear Voices  calling out.." come to this INN..or  that  Tavern"...some say " sign up to be  Silver Sun..."  and  three men in different Ironmund  Uniforms  stand at the end of the Dock, they have  3 city watch troopers with them...They too, are Looking for recruits ..The IronMound  Navy....Army..and City Watch.

 The  Ragged  fellow stops at Manny and says...Well met, and welcome to Ironmound. I am Fetcher. There are many folks here, who will offer you a chance to join thier Company...to get your name on a Company Roster...I only offer you the  chance to come see the one who would sign you...to see if he would judge your worthy to bear the  mark of The Crimson Arrows..You may, of  course..see what other offers you will get, or you may seek other way to earn coin, or perhaps go it alone...

   he smiles,..to do that invites an early ride on the Orc Cart..but one can never tell..perhaps one  of  the Companies will scoop you up...most of  them take  anybody...Now then? If you would like..I will take you to see  about joining or Company...if nay? You are free, of  course to seek out  other oppertunites..

   he smiles  as  he awaits  your answer...............

Manny openly observes the young man who approaches him an listens to what he has to say. After glancing casually at his surroundings and the people in them he smiles. "Thanks for the warning," he says with a delighted smile. "But I won't be sticking around long. I just need to see a man about a tree. Farewell." After that he moves to depart further into the city. Mostly he pays attention to the people to avoid being pickpocket or mugged by a gang. He heads toward the nearest in to secure lodgings for the night. He doubted Isleada would be about this time of day. Her kind were usually the early risers, while he preferred the night. He rubbed the ring on his left index for good luck. "I'll jump her first thing in the morning. Bright and early.," he thought.

  There were  a few Inns/Taverns on the Dicks, as well as the streets that lead  away from the Docks.

  Fetcher  shrugged  and  sat on a coil of  rope, waiting for the next ship to come in.

  Having been in port a few Minutes, the  crew  was unloading their Goods. The CAptain paid off those who were not making the return Trip, and sent  the cabin boy  dock the docks to recruit.

  The Big Barbarian walked up the docks, seeing  another   ship casting off. Out in the Middle of the Huge  River, a LArge   Ironmond  warship was  heading  to the East...acorss the river he could see  buildings and the  'mound' that the city got its  name  from...to the west a bit more, he could see the top of the palace.

  turning back, he  walked  towards the Lines of  Inns and bars. A small fellow Jumped off a Barrel , stepped in front of him,...Well met!. My name is Fetcher. If you'er Looking  for a Company to Join...I can take  you to sign up with one of the Best...

 as the fellow spoke, Armis  could hear the rhythmic thumping of   a Patrol of the City Watch as  they made their pass down the docks.

  Not far away a squad of Ironmound  regulars stood  talking  to a group of people who disembarked from a Engar warship.

Aramis walks down the ramp.
Thats his first trip, far from his peaceful small island
of frygia, a place in nowhere,
in the middle of the green blue azure sea.
So many years he was training,
now the time for fighting had come,
to collect gold,learn secrets, gain a reputation,
and a fame, as a barbarian.
Make proud his paradise island.

He looks around, and it is obvious there is unrest.
Thats what he wants.
The rumours about Ironmound were true. Here there is war!
Real war.

Turns to the fellow.


Yes Fetcher, come with me,i am alone and
thats my first trip ever,first time here also,
want to hear also the latest news of the city,
and what else? I wanna Join the war. Thats why i brought sword and axe.

  Fetcher  Grins  as the  walk down the   docks  and  reach the intersection,  Tehre are Manny Inns  and Bars along the boardwalk. Fetcher turns to the right ( east).

 Now? the fellows I work for? They say i have to tell you this...i don't see why though...you know the Saying..."you'er  either an Arrow, or you'er not"...any way...This Land  is Just trying to settle in..been only what? 200 ..300 years  since the City started  to be  built, and the Humans , Wood elves  and  Dwarves Joined  against the Dark Elves, Deep Gnomes and Dark Dwarves..."

 He  stops  and points to the  North-west (it would be to armis's left at about 10:00)  East is  at 2:00...south is  a 6:00..where they came  down from his ship...12:00 would be straight ahead.) The High Peak Mountains?...on the other  side is the City of HArgen...sometimes called Harte..it is a Evil city, and they and their allies wish to surge over the Mountains and  claim these lands...it has been thus, since  there were only Villages dotting the world..

 They walk a bit more  as he adds,Since i don't  know your LAnds, I'll tell you this  before you meet Reedrick...Slavers are the Arrows  Number 1 foe...even when we take a contract..if there are slavers  on the way, we will....eliminate them..there  are the Red Elves   from the Ilslands  to the  South and west?..they are Evil, they make thier  Dark cousins look like holy warriors..they seek these lands as well.....and of course, the damnable Halflings of the Red Isles...our Navy and those of out allies...(he points to the  Engar warship  as it tacts to turn to the East)...have to fight thier pirates  , almost on a daily basis, they have  a very large  Island...and lots of resources, but thier   ground troops are lacking....

  They stop outside an In..a small( magic?) sign hangs  about the door..a sailor  toddles  down the  side to the end and falls over..then winds back up at the starting point  and does it again...

 Here we are..The Walk The PLank Inn...The Ironmond home of the Crimson Arrows... You can ask Reedrick about the reasons  to join a company and all...Now? Lets go in...

(( ship arriving at night..while the Arrows   rest after  entering from Trace Wood))

 The  Smallish bark  bumped the  docks as the   crew  tied her off. The  SGT of the watch  talked  with the master of the ship, while a handful of   passenger   disembarked.

 The Samllish, younger  fellow  sat on a  Crate   , his  bright  eyes  trwinkled in the torchlight. He  Mored  to  a fellow that  looked  like he might be from the North...

 Hey!... Welocme to ironman, Me hardy !... I know  a  good, safe in to go to... warm fire, cold  ale and hot  food?..an' mabbe..a chance ta  earn some  coin, if ye  don't mind  swing a sword fer it?

 Walking off the gangway Vilmund notices the people moving about, loading and unloading the wares from the ship he's been on these last several days, when as he nears a stand of crates and barrels. The young fellow catches Vilmunds eye as he speaks,
 Vilmund hefts the Warhammer in his hand, spinning in it so the head swivels before he stops it in a grip strong from years of carrying it. Not sure you should call this a sword mate, might hurt it's feelin's, and we wouldn't want that now would we? He smiles friendly and continues But if you've got a spot fer me to sit and fill me stomach, and possible talk of places fer me to do the work of the Cold Ones, lead on.
 He gathers a firm grip on his hammer, settles his pack and other items over his shoulder, taking the time to make the adjustments as well as looking around to make sure he wasn't probably being set up for an ambush, he prepares to follow the lad.

  The  Young  fellow  smiled,aye?... well?Swords  and  Hammer  , blade and Bows, they all do the work that folks pay for.

 he motions  for Tall fellow   to follow,..Name's Fetcher, I work fer the  Crimson Arrows... The Best merc Company in these lands...

 ..Go on ye River runt... The Twisted Spears  are  the  way ta go! A taller  , older  fellow  with a scar on his left cheek waved the hammer bearing   new comer to wards him..

  Fetcher  snorted,..only if  he don't mind  being on the wrong side of a Slaver's chain...Arrows  don't hire out to help slavers...

 The older fellow pointed  an  arm in Fetcher's direction,..we  hire out, likes all  Companies do!

 ..You'll never  see an Arrow  working for slavers... an' if ye  did, he  won't be walkin' the realms  long.. Arrows  don't take kindly ta folks serving dark folks..

  Listening to the exchange between the two he says. Whats the difference then if coin be the only thing yer after?? He looks to the new man that began talking, If you sell yer sword to be used by a slaver, a slaver you be, best you decide to change yer profession soon, slavers and them that do the slavin' not long for this world, praise be to the Cold Ones. Again spinning the hammer in his right hand, he motions for Fetcher to continue on their trek. He turns his head but not his awareness as he continues on his way.
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Vilmund and fether to ' The Plank">>>>>>>>>

..(( fight at the Plank..outside... Kree, Tyri  Ivy...ect

  The Trooper   is  hit in the lower left Side.. a high pitcvhed  squeal as  he loks at the shaft that seem to sprout  from his  him in the   flickering Light of Torchers and Lamp light.

  The One Merc  held his stump screaming in pain, .horror and surprise...The Second One only  saw a wild eyed  Help Grinnined madly in the    light  before  the blade  when through His  throat.. Leaving the  last Merc   to Hold his  hands   up pleading  ..not to die..

 The troopers  had  fallen to his knees.. he  grasped the shaft  but was  afraid  to  pull it out...

...........................

   Kree  reached the  end Of the Pier..  a well dressed   fellow   with a waistcoat and  fancy Blade on his him  Shouted at Kree..behind him, to Royal  Offieers   of the  Palace Guard.

 you there!... you..the shirtless abomination holding one of My people.. what goes on here...

 shouts  were still coming from the  Inn... screams  comign from the  northern end of the Dock..

  Kree  shook the   fellow in his  grasp,, he was  bent  half over the pier  as Kree let his   stump bleed into the water.....This...this Fool!..dared to  attack me and mine, in my own INN!...he hired mercs.....nad now he must  pay...

 One of the ofciers  who looked a little  to happy to be  with the Tou High officers, said,..I say there.. elf?.... let him come to the Palace.. and we will judge him...hmmm?... you know its  is  ..great disrespect, for   a Tou citizen, not  to be  buried in thier  Home  lands...

 Kree   chuckled.....then...disrespect , for disrespect.. and we  call the deal done...

  cutting the officers    insignia off his  tunic, he let the fellow fall into the  Storm.... it took less the a minute for the serpents to come
 Kree   tucked the insignia in hs  belt  and  began to walk back  dwon the   pier, towards  The Plank...His  bloody Blade out , as the  High   Offcier looked aghast  as the man beging  tore to bits   by the broiling  water  of the Storm.

 Leave..Now.. the Three of you... Report it to the  Emperor if you wish.. I will be thier on the  Morrow...

 The  Younger  Palace officer  said...Edhel-o gurth

 Kree 's eyes shifted to him..if you know  me.... get thse folls out of here.... those in side the Inn...thier lives  are forfiet...

 ..That...is Captain Kree... Of the crimson  Arrows...late, the Captain of the Palace guard....we take our leave now...

 The High  Officer looked angry.....YOU!.... his   hand  went to his Blade...

 I'll let you draw the Blade...horse humper....but you'll never use it..and you'll be in the  water, right next to the gnawed bones of that fool...

 The two Palace officers grabbed  the  High Officer and Pushed him to the south...  as the Passed the High officer  said to , 2 archers who looked like they hailed from Olant......Kill him... then come to the Palace for you earnings...

 The  two archers,,in the shadows  of the alley. nocked thier  arrows  and drew thier bows..

As quickly as the arrow left the bow, Tyri had another already notched and was taking a bead on the tou officer once again. Unless Ivy stayed her hand with some kind of signal, she would let the arrow fly.

Her footsteps made no sound as she moved, her hood concealing most of her features along with the mask pulled up to cover the lower half of her face. Find Kree. Reedrick would know. Those thoughts were the only thing in her mind as she moved quickly through the shadows. It was clear something was happening up ahead, the shouts, the sounds of screams and those of the dying, a sound she was well used to. She heard what the others had called the bare-chested elf along with the words to kill him. Instinctively, her eyes darted around, spotting the archers. “Underhanded bastards,” she whispered under her breath as she quickly removed her own bow and notched an arrow. “Not today.” With that said, her arrow was loosed towards one of the archers, the intent to kill clear in her crystalline colored eyes.

 The s econd  arrow  hit the Tou offcier in the  chest.. he   dropped over.. gasping , pawing at the  shaft as bllod    spurted from his mouth...

 The third   Merc   looked at Livy  who was    gritting his teeth in anger,..you took  coin from this  Scum?  why?

 ..he said a clean up job..Kill some  blackguards  and we could have thier  stuff as well as this  coin....we didn't know it was The Plank they was after!

 then.. You are too stupid to live... the Blade flashe d  taking the Man's  right arm.. He  screamed  as he fell  callign for   help..., Ivt    went through the pockets  of the   dying  Officer, when he was  down he   Cut the insignia from his tunic    and Pushed him   down the slow   to the river...shouting to the fisher men...

 Chum. for some big ones!

 The one  fisher man looked up.....but he ain't dead yet, m'lord?

 //I'm no one's  'Lord'... the serpant's will clean that detail up..he's  from Tou...

 the  fishermen's  teeth  flashed  whitye in the dim light from the docks..as ye  say.... this is gonna be our best night ever!

  Ivy went through the   Mercs   pouches  and Pockets, then left them there.. two screaming   as    the Blood  poured out.. the other  dead and cold...

 ..let's go.... we will miss all the fun...

...................

  The  female archer's   first shaft   zipped  into  the  side of the Olant Archer.. He didn't even scream he was so surprised.. the other  archer  truned from his target. to try and see where the arrow  came from.. Kree was on the  dock now, stariding to the hapless  tou troopers , in the vines.

Tyri gave Ivy a smirk as she shouldered the bow. "Well...perhaps I am not as rusty with a bow as I thought...I really need to replace mine." Shaking her head with a chuckle, Tyri moved to follow Ivy. "Dare I say that I think we made a pretty efficient team..."

In quick succession, Riven had another arrow notched and loaded, giving the guy one chance to spot her before letting her arrow fly. She didn't pause to even see if it hit as she took a bead on one of the tou trapped in the doorway. Well this is one way to get his attention, she thought, a dark smirk on her hidden lips.

  Ivy frowns  as he takes one last look towards  the end of the  Doc.. the  two maimed   mercs  are slowing thier thrashing... and gleeful hots  could be heard from the two older fishermen.

  we normally cut  Plugs of Flesh from the  targets our  arrows  hit  so we might retrive the arrows  with out breaking off the heads.... I hate to think, that Horsehumper   took two of my shafts  with him...

 a small  smile creeps to one  corner of his lips,..this is  just a passing thing...wait  until we do  contract work.... this is just..pleasure...

  running Up the Docks  they   see   two Tou  troopers  struggling at the  doors..One of them jerks  and falls  forward into the   Inn... Kree looks around   as the   trooper  fell, his back  red with   the   cuts from the broken window.... People  are watching..and yet?  No city guard has come

.....................

 Riven's  2nd shaft hit the Olant Merc... he   ferked and fell into the  edge of the lap light.

  Kree stopped his  Blade  ready  as angry eyes   searched the darkness byond the dead archer.

"Well we know what my idea of pleasure is," she chortled as she glanced back to those they downed before turning back to Ivy. She gave his backside a quick smack as they headed to the tavern.

With the other threats taken care of save the last guy trapped in the doorway, Riven stepped out of the darkness. She was dressed in all black that was somewhat formfitting, her face mainly concealed except her crystal blue eyes that regarded Kree. She looked identical to Mihail, even down to the body shape, gait... everything.

  Kree did   hear Reedrick and winced a bit... then he  went to the Last Tou Trooper, crouching  down by him, Kree said  in a even, if not  cold voice,..first..understand that I know, that by not geting buried   by your hose humper  rites..you'll go to  one of the levels of the 9 hells...Know this... all your people who attacked here  to night, are  being fed to the  serpents..far from any horse, ...grass  field..or cleansing fire.... this is what happened  when Tou scum try to kill thier betters...

 He     uses  his  sword to  chop a but of the tendrils away.....I really want to kill you...but... i assume your mother   was beddign that  horse crap i threw in the river..... you leave... without you  tunic or your weapons..and   run to the Palace.... Tell them  , Kree Quickshadow will collect his debt  for this  attack tomorrow..so? if they are  smart.. they will leave  this town, tonight.

The trooper looks  scared..and young.. he drops his weapons  Belt , and tunic... Kree clears his throat and motions with his fingers  ..the  trooper gifts him a rather hefty  purse... and the trooper  runs... Kree shouted to him when he reached the top of the slope of the street above.., he drags the other  tou  trooper  , after   takign the insignia and coin, and dropped the fellow  into the river  were the smaller serpents were still feeding on loose  bits  from the  Lordling.

.............

  Ivy  chuckled  as the whack,   they slowed down  as they saw  Kree dragging  a body to the  pier  and dropping it in..

 a female figure stood near  the  Inn with a bow in her hand.

Tyri walked alongside Ivy with a smile. "I suppose that is what they get for the interruption..." Seeing Kree and the dark clad figure made Tyri stop in her tracks and draw another arrow. The figure wasn't dressed as the others so she hesitated and looked to Ivy for any indication on whether to attack or not.