Paintin' the Rogues Red [RotR][Prv]
Dec 9, 2023 19:45:38 GMT -5
Post by Ak'ka the Bonegrinder on Dec 9, 2023 19:45:38 GMT -5
Maybe some toys for Beist’s pets, and some fancy grass for Taki. I could get Ein one of them fancy new umbrellas, she’d like that. Sweets for Shaa, a new sword for Javal, a bottle of snowlings for the Snowball… I wonder if Perrath would want anything. Maybe the head of a displacer beast on a pike. Nice decorative piece.
So. Ak’ka the Bonegrinder was pretty damn bad at Winter’s Crown. Last year was the first she’d celebrated with people, and hell, she hadn’t even known you were supposed to exchange gifts - not ‘til Gerhart gave her the most thoughtful damn present, and she didn’t have anything to show for it. Well, not this year. This year Ak’ka was gonna be the best damn and thoughtful friend anyone had ever seen! This was now a competition, damnit, and Ak’ka was gonna be the one to win, and this time, others were gonna be the ones cryin’ from how thoughtful she was, not her.
The problem with being an orc and having hands that could only kill meant that Ak’ka had no idea how to make things herself. The good news was that she was in the middle of a crowded Winter’s Crown festival where she could spend all her hard-earned money from merc shit on stuff for her pals.
At least, she would be if she weren’t on the job right now.
The entire market district of the Pale City had been turned into a Winter’s Crown festival. Stalls were sellin’ all kinds of fancy shit, folks were caroling in the street. Magical lights were strung up everywhere; even in the dead of night the city was alive with folks enjoying the party with mugs of warm ale and hot cider. All thanks to nobleman and merchant Viktor Vonner, the man who’d organized this entire event… and her boss for the day. Vonner, apparently, feared some attack from the Red Rogues or whatever, blah, blah, blah. Ak’ka was pretty sure he was hidin’ something nefarious ‘cus honest folks didn’t hire the scariest muscle in town with the expectation of bein’ attacked. She didn’t really give a fuck either way so long as she got paid.
What she did give a fuck about was the fact that Vonner had forced her into a damn dress during this bodyguard job.
We don’t want to scare people, the asshole had said, Or let the Red Rogues think that we’re expecting them to show up and crash this event. We can’t stop you from looking like a brute but at least we can cover it up a bit more.
And it had taken all her willpower not to grab him by the throat and drive his skull into the nearest wall. She was really doin’ good with that inner peace bullshit.
Besides, she needed the money if she was gonna be able to afford all the gifts she wanted for folks. The merc knew the drill. Patrol the place, keep an eye out for suspicious folks, pound the shit outta them, get paid. Even with the shitty, scratchy dress the orc was forced to wear, at least she had good company. Her animal companion Keiga slithered behind her, nippin’ at small rats and shit, more to stave off his boredom than hunger. To her right, her buddy and now fellow Fighter’s Guild member, Javal, was patrolin’ with her. They’d both been hired for this one, all dolled up and forced to look nice. Whatever. If Red Rogues really were gonna ambush this place then she’d just rip this confining damn dress off and show them the meaning of the spirit of giving with her own two damn fists.
The half-orc stretched and cracked her knuckles, a grimace on her face. “I’m bored. This shit's boring. If any Rogues are gonna show their ugly mugs they may as well do it soon so we can kick their asses and enjoy the festival.”
Ak'ka's Outfit
Quest
Bringing Pets
Keiga - Tidal Serpent
So. Ak’ka the Bonegrinder was pretty damn bad at Winter’s Crown. Last year was the first she’d celebrated with people, and hell, she hadn’t even known you were supposed to exchange gifts - not ‘til Gerhart gave her the most thoughtful damn present, and she didn’t have anything to show for it. Well, not this year. This year Ak’ka was gonna be the best damn and thoughtful friend anyone had ever seen! This was now a competition, damnit, and Ak’ka was gonna be the one to win, and this time, others were gonna be the ones cryin’ from how thoughtful she was, not her.
The problem with being an orc and having hands that could only kill meant that Ak’ka had no idea how to make things herself. The good news was that she was in the middle of a crowded Winter’s Crown festival where she could spend all her hard-earned money from merc shit on stuff for her pals.
At least, she would be if she weren’t on the job right now.
The entire market district of the Pale City had been turned into a Winter’s Crown festival. Stalls were sellin’ all kinds of fancy shit, folks were caroling in the street. Magical lights were strung up everywhere; even in the dead of night the city was alive with folks enjoying the party with mugs of warm ale and hot cider. All thanks to nobleman and merchant Viktor Vonner, the man who’d organized this entire event… and her boss for the day. Vonner, apparently, feared some attack from the Red Rogues or whatever, blah, blah, blah. Ak’ka was pretty sure he was hidin’ something nefarious ‘cus honest folks didn’t hire the scariest muscle in town with the expectation of bein’ attacked. She didn’t really give a fuck either way so long as she got paid.
What she did give a fuck about was the fact that Vonner had forced her into a damn dress during this bodyguard job.
We don’t want to scare people, the asshole had said, Or let the Red Rogues think that we’re expecting them to show up and crash this event. We can’t stop you from looking like a brute but at least we can cover it up a bit more.
And it had taken all her willpower not to grab him by the throat and drive his skull into the nearest wall. She was really doin’ good with that inner peace bullshit.
Besides, she needed the money if she was gonna be able to afford all the gifts she wanted for folks. The merc knew the drill. Patrol the place, keep an eye out for suspicious folks, pound the shit outta them, get paid. Even with the shitty, scratchy dress the orc was forced to wear, at least she had good company. Her animal companion Keiga slithered behind her, nippin’ at small rats and shit, more to stave off his boredom than hunger. To her right, her buddy and now fellow Fighter’s Guild member, Javal, was patrolin’ with her. They’d both been hired for this one, all dolled up and forced to look nice. Whatever. If Red Rogues really were gonna ambush this place then she’d just rip this confining damn dress off and show them the meaning of the spirit of giving with her own two damn fists.
The half-orc stretched and cracked her knuckles, a grimace on her face. “I’m bored. This shit's boring. If any Rogues are gonna show their ugly mugs they may as well do it soon so we can kick their asses and enjoy the festival.”
Ak'ka's Outfit
Quest
Guard the Red Rogues
Two Participants
6 Posts, 200 Words Per Post
May Choose 1 Rare Crafting Material/Access to RotR Shop
You have been hired by a local member of the upper class, someone who has been targeted by the rogues in the past. Your job is to watch over and defend a camp which is currently housing a suspected Red Rogue. The job itself should be easy. However, it is believed that some followers of the tradition may try to set them free, so stay on guard.
Two Participants
6 Posts, 200 Words Per Post
May Choose 1 Rare Crafting Material/Access to RotR Shop
You have been hired by a local member of the upper class, someone who has been targeted by the rogues in the past. Your job is to watch over and defend a camp which is currently housing a suspected Red Rogue. The job itself should be easy. However, it is believed that some followers of the tradition may try to set them free, so stay on guard.
Bringing Pets
Keiga - Tidal Serpent