"You can see why that ring is actually mine." It had been a couple hours for him to tell this story and I felt well bored for one, and then angry for another.
"So I asked you who Travania really is, and the best you can tell me is he's all scarred up and he may have been a slave to the Red Hand at one point maybe." I tried to keep my anger not like really shown on my face, but you know its really hard to do that WHEN YOU ARE SO ANGRY!
"Well I was mainly trying to establish why you should just give me that ring."
"NIDGET I'M SO ANGRY WITH YOU RIGHT NOW THIS IS MY REALLY ANGRY VOICE!"
"Well then get out!" He threw me out, well more pointed toward the door and in my rage I left. I should have known that Nidget would just waste my time. ITS WHAT HE DOES (well that and try and get my killed repeatedly). So I stormed out of the slum he lives in, went back to my shop and totally did not pout. There was not pouting.
Ok maybe some pouting, but damn it I earned some pouting. I realize I then inflicted his story on you poor journal for days at a time, but I SPREAD MISERY AROUND TO FEEL BETTER! See thats my big secret. Whew I feel better now, think I'll have a sandwhich and continue hating Nidget.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Final Finale of Finalness
"TRAVANIA!" The doors were opened for all of a second before the voice boomed from within. He was the one who had laid a trap for Travania to begin with, some kind of magical muckety muck. I could tell from how he was dressed he was a former Red Hand judge, which was not a smart way to dress when your side just lost a war, but thats how dumb people are. For his part Travania just opened fire, the bullets slammed into some kind of energy shield, but he didn't exactly want to talk this one out.
"Lucas you son of a bitch." Travania charged forward and the energy shield that had blocked his bullets blew him backwards into a wall. He crumpled upon crashing into a dresser, so I guess his charge in method of combat not the smartest move.
"And you my little one I'm to understand you're the reason Travania is freed? It makes no matter to me, I broke him once, I can break him again, you on the other hand are useless to me." Magical people always think they are the strongest people ever. You guys think that you run the world and the rest of us are but insects to you. So when Lucas the magical moron tried to electrocute me I just stepped out of the way. His bolt of electricity handidly missed me, hit a mirror and electrocuted him instead. He hit the ground convulsing and I strolled up and slit his throat. Problem solved.
Travania came to about an hour later, we looted the place (the ring you got came from Lucas's dead hand) and left. I made a decent profit off the proceeds, all in all it was a decent day's work. And so you can see...
I return to my regular entry tomorrow. Yes technically today is not the actual finale. DEAL WITH IT!
"Lucas you son of a bitch." Travania charged forward and the energy shield that had blocked his bullets blew him backwards into a wall. He crumpled upon crashing into a dresser, so I guess his charge in method of combat not the smartest move.
"And you my little one I'm to understand you're the reason Travania is freed? It makes no matter to me, I broke him once, I can break him again, you on the other hand are useless to me." Magical people always think they are the strongest people ever. You guys think that you run the world and the rest of us are but insects to you. So when Lucas the magical moron tried to electrocute me I just stepped out of the way. His bolt of electricity handidly missed me, hit a mirror and electrocuted him instead. He hit the ground convulsing and I strolled up and slit his throat. Problem solved.
Travania came to about an hour later, we looted the place (the ring you got came from Lucas's dead hand) and left. I made a decent profit off the proceeds, all in all it was a decent day's work. And so you can see...
I return to my regular entry tomorrow. Yes technically today is not the actual finale. DEAL WITH IT!
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
House of the Soon to be Dead
"I hope you know what you're doing." I was standing on Travania's shoulders to get at his shackles, his sense of annoyance was easy to understand.
"You know for all the talks of the great magical canceling abilities of shackles," Click the lock was popped and I tumbled to the floor with grace, "They are some of the easiest locks to pick, I swear its like they assume magical people without magic are completetly lost."
Travania freed from the chains stretched a bit and the sound of bones cracking was pretty loud. I did mention his body was scarred up before, but I failed to explain its not a little bit of scarring. The majority of his torso is covered in burns (with what appeared to be runes carved into the burned flesh) it was actually difficult to make out the normal features of a persons torso he was so marked. His arms were also the same way, whatever had been done to him had made him stronger, but at a very large cost.
He didn't wait around in the dank basement, he moved with beastly speed and flat out kicked his way through the iron door that seperated the basement from the main house above it. The kick was of such force it threw the door into the man standing guard beyond it and splattered him against the stone wall he was standing next to (rough check out). Travania took the rifle the man left behind and made his way upstairs where he immediately opened fire (reckless to be sure they hadn't even fixed the door yet, thankfully the Guard isn't the best at actually policing things, even worse so back then). I was a bit slower than he was so all I got to see was the aftermath, lots of bodies, lots of blood, and Travania on the hunt for the man who had enslaved him. It all lead up to a door inscribed with a bunch of nasty runes and a fairly complicated lock for once.
"Mr. Pavarosi if you would." I hesistated if only for a small moment, because frankly I didn't know what was beyond the door, or what Travania would do once I was done, but seeing as what he had just done, well it wasn't the hardest decision I ever made. The lock unfortunately was not as easy as the earlier ones and so it took me a great deal longer to open, during which I had to deal with Travania pacing behind me in a way that made opening the lock even harder. I had kind of hoped when I opened it the room would be empty alas that was not to be naturally.
What was inside? Well you'll have to wait till the next entry!
"You know for all the talks of the great magical canceling abilities of shackles," Click the lock was popped and I tumbled to the floor with grace, "They are some of the easiest locks to pick, I swear its like they assume magical people without magic are completetly lost."
Travania freed from the chains stretched a bit and the sound of bones cracking was pretty loud. I did mention his body was scarred up before, but I failed to explain its not a little bit of scarring. The majority of his torso is covered in burns (with what appeared to be runes carved into the burned flesh) it was actually difficult to make out the normal features of a persons torso he was so marked. His arms were also the same way, whatever had been done to him had made him stronger, but at a very large cost.
He didn't wait around in the dank basement, he moved with beastly speed and flat out kicked his way through the iron door that seperated the basement from the main house above it. The kick was of such force it threw the door into the man standing guard beyond it and splattered him against the stone wall he was standing next to (rough check out). Travania took the rifle the man left behind and made his way upstairs where he immediately opened fire (reckless to be sure they hadn't even fixed the door yet, thankfully the Guard isn't the best at actually policing things, even worse so back then). I was a bit slower than he was so all I got to see was the aftermath, lots of bodies, lots of blood, and Travania on the hunt for the man who had enslaved him. It all lead up to a door inscribed with a bunch of nasty runes and a fairly complicated lock for once.
"Mr. Pavarosi if you would." I hesistated if only for a small moment, because frankly I didn't know what was beyond the door, or what Travania would do once I was done, but seeing as what he had just done, well it wasn't the hardest decision I ever made. The lock unfortunately was not as easy as the earlier ones and so it took me a great deal longer to open, during which I had to deal with Travania pacing behind me in a way that made opening the lock even harder. I had kind of hoped when I opened it the room would be empty alas that was not to be naturally.
What was inside? Well you'll have to wait till the next entry!
Monday, November 12, 2012
All Shackled Up
I should have just left. I mean I didn't know Travania and the people who captured him had a lot of guns and their leader was some kind of magical dude. I didn't hear the conversation because I had to pretend I was just some passerby, but I did definitely see Travania get shocked by some kind of magical jolt and drop to the ground. From there they had him locked up and drug into the basement, no one is every locked up in the attic, its always the basement.
Still he was my pay day and pay days locked up are not much for cashing out. And so I scouted the building to find an entry and try and assist the monster that called itself Travania. There was of course a window inside with some bars that were easily displaced (people put those things in never remembering that time and weather ruin the holding thus negating them as useful). A quick lock flip and I was inside. The basement could have used a house keeper, and a new builder. There was standing water, looked like pest remains, oh and a fairly large scarred up guy in a mask chained to the wall with magical shackles.
"Mr. Pavarosi what kept you?"
"Had to wait for them leave to you be before I could get you, don't think you could get out the way I got in."
"Of course I'm not leaving, I plan on killing everyone up stairs, painfully."
"Well I guess that's one way out."
Not my preferred way of leaving mind you. I much rather prefer just working my problems out by talking. You know unlike the huge pile of bodies I've left in my wake don't attest to.
Still he was my pay day and pay days locked up are not much for cashing out. And so I scouted the building to find an entry and try and assist the monster that called itself Travania. There was of course a window inside with some bars that were easily displaced (people put those things in never remembering that time and weather ruin the holding thus negating them as useful). A quick lock flip and I was inside. The basement could have used a house keeper, and a new builder. There was standing water, looked like pest remains, oh and a fairly large scarred up guy in a mask chained to the wall with magical shackles.
"Mr. Pavarosi what kept you?"
"Had to wait for them leave to you be before I could get you, don't think you could get out the way I got in."
"Of course I'm not leaving, I plan on killing everyone up stairs, painfully."
"Well I guess that's one way out."
Not my preferred way of leaving mind you. I much rather prefer just working my problems out by talking. You know unlike the huge pile of bodies I've left in my wake don't attest to.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Betray My Heart
"So what are you?" We had been walking at a sprint (well sprint for me, he just walked briskly such is the nature of you talls) I figured if I was working with a creature I'd want to know what kind.
"A man." I laughed, but I don't think Travania found it very funny.
"Right of course a man who's face is entirely obscured and you have red eyes, some man."
"I'm as much a man as you are Mr. Pavarosi." And what if I was a sprite? Than I bet he'd feel pretty stupid. We arrived at a large brick house, it had been constructed well before the war and looks to have survived it quite well. There weren't people walking around near it, and I noticed we had briskly walked to a completely empty part of the city. I did notice the door a heavy iron type that would not budge easily.
"Time for you to show your skills Mr. Pavarosi." Picking a lock is like seducing a woman (so something you have no experience in at all in either aspect Trezlan). You have your introductory to the lock, you have to ply it with small advances and then when you think you've got it there is always a set back, but eventually with persistence you can break past its defenses and get to the treasure it keeps. This lock wasn't that difficult at all, in fact it seemed the door was mostly visually to keep people out, the lock behind it no more complicated than anyones front door, I had it open in under a minute.
"And that is why I'm the best."
"You certainly showed your worth Mr. Pavarosi now stand back." He knocked the door off its hinges with a solid stomp of his foot, thereby negating my impressive show.
"Well now I feel pointless." Travania didn't even notice my comment he was over the door and into the meeting room beyond it, where a large squad of men with guns awaited him.
"Travania its nice of you to stop by." On the one hand I hadn't come into the home so they didn't see me, on the other hand I was under the impresion Travania would pay me so I was looking to be without a meal ticket. A crap crappy part of any day.
Did Nidget live? Why were men waiting for Travania? Well you know the answer to the first question, as for the second... The next entry dear reader!
"A man." I laughed, but I don't think Travania found it very funny.
"Right of course a man who's face is entirely obscured and you have red eyes, some man."
"I'm as much a man as you are Mr. Pavarosi." And what if I was a sprite? Than I bet he'd feel pretty stupid. We arrived at a large brick house, it had been constructed well before the war and looks to have survived it quite well. There weren't people walking around near it, and I noticed we had briskly walked to a completely empty part of the city. I did notice the door a heavy iron type that would not budge easily.
"Time for you to show your skills Mr. Pavarosi." Picking a lock is like seducing a woman (so something you have no experience in at all in either aspect Trezlan). You have your introductory to the lock, you have to ply it with small advances and then when you think you've got it there is always a set back, but eventually with persistence you can break past its defenses and get to the treasure it keeps. This lock wasn't that difficult at all, in fact it seemed the door was mostly visually to keep people out, the lock behind it no more complicated than anyones front door, I had it open in under a minute.
"And that is why I'm the best."
"You certainly showed your worth Mr. Pavarosi now stand back." He knocked the door off its hinges with a solid stomp of his foot, thereby negating my impressive show.
"Well now I feel pointless." Travania didn't even notice my comment he was over the door and into the meeting room beyond it, where a large squad of men with guns awaited him.
"Travania its nice of you to stop by." On the one hand I hadn't come into the home so they didn't see me, on the other hand I was under the impresion Travania would pay me so I was looking to be without a meal ticket. A crap crappy part of any day.
Did Nidget live? Why were men waiting for Travania? Well you know the answer to the first question, as for the second... The next entry dear reader!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Call Me Travania
The following story will be presented in the first person as dictated by Nidget because thats kind of how Nidget told it to me and I feel its best to do that to keep the integrity to it. Though absent will be my constant interruptions and questions about what really happened (what can I say, I listen poorly). Nidget's lines will be in red, because I've looked at earlier entries AND NOTICED HE WROTE IN MY DAMN JOURNAL IN RED YOU LITTLE BASTARD! Ok got that out of my system, and onward.
This was after the war, right around the time you were probably about to be executed or killed by a weird creature or whatever. I will admit I was a bit harder on my luck than I currently am and so I was trying hard to find work wherever I could, Andre was with the Followers during this period as they had reformation issues they were working through and he felt it best to be with them. Which was great for Andre, but left me up shit creek with regards to not having any back up on any of my plays. So I'll admit I relied on conning people out of some coin for a veteran of the war, which is easier than you'd expect it to be really.
It was during these cons I came across Travania. He looks now like he did back then. Full on face mask, crazy eyes, huge hooded cloak. I approached him at first not noticing the face mask and thought he was just a regular rich guy who liked a big ole fancy cloak, when he lifted me up off the ground an looked at me with his crazy eyes I was suddenly horrifyingly aware I was in a dark alley with what looked like a beast in huma clothing.
"Shorty, they don't take your kind in the army." He always talked briskly, like he had somewhere else to go even when he did not.
"I was a drummer." I was struggling to find my feet, I had my hidden blade, but I really didn't want to try and piss off this beast man. I don't want to say he smiled, because I couldn't see it, but he visibly relaxed.
"They also didn't have drummers, but I understand a shorty has to do what he does to get by, right?" He set me down, I wanted to flee, but I was intrigued by him.
"You have the right of it."
"And what are you by trade when you aren't a conman little one?"
"A thief."
"So you know how to open a lock that doesn't want to open?" He seemed to be considering a proprosal, and I had nothing else at this point.
"Several."
"Well then I might have need for a veteran like yourself Mr.?"
"Pavarosi, and you are?"
"Call me Travania."
"Is that a Mr. Or..."
"Just Travania, come Mr. Pavarosi being alone in the street is a conspiracy we can not afford to be having." And with that I followed after the creepy beast creature that had previously lifted me off the ground. Honestly Travania despite his monstrous appeareance was one of the nice people I've ever dealt with. He's still a monster mind you, but he was a really nice one!
And that's where I'll leave Nidgets story for the day, on the fact that Travania is a monster, but a really nice one. Because that makes sense.
This was after the war, right around the time you were probably about to be executed or killed by a weird creature or whatever. I will admit I was a bit harder on my luck than I currently am and so I was trying hard to find work wherever I could, Andre was with the Followers during this period as they had reformation issues they were working through and he felt it best to be with them. Which was great for Andre, but left me up shit creek with regards to not having any back up on any of my plays. So I'll admit I relied on conning people out of some coin for a veteran of the war, which is easier than you'd expect it to be really.
It was during these cons I came across Travania. He looks now like he did back then. Full on face mask, crazy eyes, huge hooded cloak. I approached him at first not noticing the face mask and thought he was just a regular rich guy who liked a big ole fancy cloak, when he lifted me up off the ground an looked at me with his crazy eyes I was suddenly horrifyingly aware I was in a dark alley with what looked like a beast in huma clothing.
"Shorty, they don't take your kind in the army." He always talked briskly, like he had somewhere else to go even when he did not.
"I was a drummer." I was struggling to find my feet, I had my hidden blade, but I really didn't want to try and piss off this beast man. I don't want to say he smiled, because I couldn't see it, but he visibly relaxed.
"They also didn't have drummers, but I understand a shorty has to do what he does to get by, right?" He set me down, I wanted to flee, but I was intrigued by him.
"You have the right of it."
"And what are you by trade when you aren't a conman little one?"
"A thief."
"So you know how to open a lock that doesn't want to open?" He seemed to be considering a proprosal, and I had nothing else at this point.
"Several."
"Well then I might have need for a veteran like yourself Mr.?"
"Pavarosi, and you are?"
"Call me Travania."
"Is that a Mr. Or..."
"Just Travania, come Mr. Pavarosi being alone in the street is a conspiracy we can not afford to be having." And with that I followed after the creepy beast creature that had previously lifted me off the ground. Honestly Travania despite his monstrous appeareance was one of the nice people I've ever dealt with. He's still a monster mind you, but he was a really nice one!
And that's where I'll leave Nidgets story for the day, on the fact that Travania is a monster, but a really nice one. Because that makes sense.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Nidget the Explainer
"You tried everyone you knew and now you're finally coming to the one guy who had all the answers to begin with?"
"I hate you so much Nidget."
"I'll take that as a yes." I was at Nidget's hovel seated in one of his normal sized chairs (I assumed one of Andres). Nidget was seated across from me in a chair that looked like it was made for a child, he was sipping some form of tea part of some afternoon ritual.
"Just tell me who Travania is so I can stop worrying."
"And ruin all my fun."
"Do you want me to take it from you Nidget, because I can do that." My implied threat was kind of hollow, kind of, I did think about ripping his soul from his body on multiple occaisions, but that was just my usual.
"Ok ok, gods you always go the creepiest route with every thing."
"Its who I am, its how I've lived as long as I have."
"It's what makes you a dick, Ok ok so Travania..." And tomorrow I'll get into who the mysterious bearer of the ring was. Yep dragging this out like everything else, because I'm nice like that.
"I hate you so much Nidget."
"I'll take that as a yes." I was at Nidget's hovel seated in one of his normal sized chairs (I assumed one of Andres). Nidget was seated across from me in a chair that looked like it was made for a child, he was sipping some form of tea part of some afternoon ritual.
"Just tell me who Travania is so I can stop worrying."
"And ruin all my fun."
"Do you want me to take it from you Nidget, because I can do that." My implied threat was kind of hollow, kind of, I did think about ripping his soul from his body on multiple occaisions, but that was just my usual.
"Ok ok, gods you always go the creepiest route with every thing."
"Its who I am, its how I've lived as long as I have."
"It's what makes you a dick, Ok ok so Travania..." And tomorrow I'll get into who the mysterious bearer of the ring was. Yep dragging this out like everything else, because I'm nice like that.
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