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Rockstar · 04-08-2007, 12:45 AM

CHAPTER 2
ACT I
The Town of Beregost

Merick trudged his way back to the main road and continued to Beregost. His injured leg was ailing him and slowing him but he had learnt much from the experiences he had already gone through. Slowly he felt as if he was proving himself to be the warrior that he always dreamed of. Even if it was only due to luck, Merick had managed to defeat a party of travelers and a clan of Red Wizards of Thay. Merick finally stepped foot into the city of Beregost.

The buildings here were rather tall but slightly warn down. The town was rather large but was definitely less than middle class. “Pathetic flocks of peasants.” Merick muttered to himself as he limped his way to a sign post, illustrating a map of the town. He headed towards the largest tavern in the town, Fieldpost’s Inn, to sell some wares and rest without conflict. He thought he would be safe there in the midst of a heavy crowd and would stand out less there. A good place to be to rest up and let his leg heal.

Merick entered the tavern and walked over to the bar. On the way to the counter he bumped shoulders with a short but stocky and well built male. Merick stopped where he stood and slowly turned around to find the man already facing him, awaiting an apology. Merick thought it would make sense to kill the man later, when he was not so weary so he spoke first, “I’m in a good mood laddy. Apologise now and I’ll let you walk out of here in one piece.” The man, clearly drunken laughed and replied “Now, now dwarf, I think I’m going to have ta show ya some manners.” Merick heard the man’s friend call across the room, “Yeah! You tell ‘em Marl!” Merick quickly raised his hand to catch a drunken punch from Marl. Marl was not a tall man and was not much taller than Merick’s 5 ½ feet. Merick responded with an uppercut that broke the man’s jaw and sent him tumbling backwards into some bystanders. Merick sold his wares at the table, got some potions and leaves to help his leg heal and paid for a room. Merick wanted nothing more than to slice the whole bar to pieces and help himself to their valuables and rest for free, but he knew he could not yet take on the whole world… yet. He went upstairs to his room and rested.

The potions were worth the gold that Merick paid for them as he woke up walking pretty much fine. He strapped his sword, bow and arrows to his back and marched down stairs, ready to set out to his next destination, Nashkel. As he walked back down to the ground floor, through the bar, Marl was waiting for him. The barfly was sitting laughing with his friends, with his now misshapen jaw, until he caught sight of Merick and snapped to his feet. He walked boldly up to Merick and brought his face up close to intimidate him. Merick head butted the man with his helmet and sent Marl to his knees, holding a bloody nose. Merick walked out of the Inn and headed to the town’s southern exit.

Merick was nearly out of the town when he heard somebody cry out in a light, but manly voice, “Ho there traveler!” A skinny man ran up to him. He carried a backpack and a harp and appeared to be a bard of sorts. Merick stared impatiently at the man and stroked his beard before saying in a deep voice, “Ye have one minute boy. And there had better be something in it for me…” The man nervously introduced himself as Garek and told Merick that he was representing his master, who was in need of protection from three mercenaries stalking her in the town. Merick began to walk away. “300 gold!” Garek yelled out. Merick turned around and told the bard, “lead the way.” Merick had his own plans.

Garek introduced Merick to a women in a purple cape who bored Merick with the details Garek had already given him. “I want my gold… now!” Demanded Merick. “You will get your gold when you have completed your task.” Snapped the women. All of a sudden three men baring short swords approached them. The leader bowed and exclaimed, “We have found the gems you have asked for my lady.” “That’s them!” exclaimed the women, “Attack them!” Merick grinned and tilted his head. “It looks like you aren’t too good at paying your mercenaries are you. And I… am no mercenary.” Merick gleamed evilly at her before turning his back and walking away. She drew a crossbow from out of her cape and fired at one of the three mercenaries. The arrow hit the leader clean in the chest and the other two smothered her down and stabbed her on the ground.

Merick was now a good fifteen meters away when he drew the other potion he had taken from the Red Wizard of Thay he had killed in the wild. Gorion had shown him these potions and he knew what to do with them. “I like the sound of those gems on top of my handsome payment.” Merick said grinning to himself. Merick hurled the potion at the distracted group and watched it explode into flames. The flames were magical and dissipated into the air within five seconds, but had still killed all three mercenaries, the mistress and Garek as well, who was only watching the events as a bystander. Merick chuckled as he took his 300 gold as promised and helped himself to the mercenaries gems before making his way south out of Beregost and a quick rate.

04-08-2007, 12:45 AM	#10
Rockstar Zhentarim Guard Join Date: January 4, 2003 Location: Australia Posts: 300	CHAPTER 2 ACT I The Town of Beregost Merick trudged his way back to the main road and continued to Beregost. His injured leg was ailing him and slowing him but he had learnt much from the experiences he had already gone through. Slowly he felt as if he was proving himself to be the warrior that he always dreamed of. Even if it was only due to luck, Merick had managed to defeat a party of travelers and a clan of Red Wizards of Thay. Merick finally stepped foot into the city of Beregost. The buildings here were rather tall but slightly warn down. The town was rather large but was definitely less than middle class. “Pathetic flocks of peasants.” Merick muttered to himself as he limped his way to a sign post, illustrating a map of the town. He headed towards the largest tavern in the town, Fieldpost’s Inn, to sell some wares and rest without conflict. He thought he would be safe there in the midst of a heavy crowd and would stand out less there. A good place to be to rest up and let his leg heal. Merick entered the tavern and walked over to the bar. On the way to the counter he bumped shoulders with a short but stocky and well built male. Merick stopped where he stood and slowly turned around to find the man already facing him, awaiting an apology. Merick thought it would make sense to kill the man later, when he was not so weary so he spoke first, “I’m in a good mood laddy. Apologise now and I’ll let you walk out of here in one piece.” The man, clearly drunken laughed and replied “Now, now dwarf, I think I’m going to have ta show ya some manners.” Merick heard the man’s friend call across the room, “Yeah! You tell ‘em Marl!” Merick quickly raised his hand to catch a drunken punch from Marl. Marl was not a tall man and was not much taller than Merick’s 5 ½ feet. Merick responded with an uppercut that broke the man’s jaw and sent him tumbling backwards into some bystanders. Merick sold his wares at the table, got some potions and leaves to help his leg heal and paid for a room. Merick wanted nothing more than to slice the whole bar to pieces and help himself to their valuables and rest for free, but he knew he could not yet take on the whole world… yet. He went upstairs to his room and rested. The potions were worth the gold that Merick paid for them as he woke up walking pretty much fine. He strapped his sword, bow and arrows to his back and marched down stairs, ready to set out to his next destination, Nashkel. As he walked back down to the ground floor, through the bar, Marl was waiting for him. The barfly was sitting laughing with his friends, with his now misshapen jaw, until he caught sight of Merick and snapped to his feet. He walked boldly up to Merick and brought his face up close to intimidate him. Merick head butted the man with his helmet and sent Marl to his knees, holding a bloody nose. Merick walked out of the Inn and headed to the town’s southern exit. Merick was nearly out of the town when he heard somebody cry out in a light, but manly voice, “Ho there traveler!” A skinny man ran up to him. He carried a backpack and a harp and appeared to be a bard of sorts. Merick stared impatiently at the man and stroked his beard before saying in a deep voice, “Ye have one minute boy. And there had better be something in it for me…” The man nervously introduced himself as Garek and told Merick that he was representing his master, who was in need of protection from three mercenaries stalking her in the town. Merick began to walk away. “300 gold!” Garek yelled out. Merick turned around and told the bard, “lead the way.” Merick had his own plans. Garek introduced Merick to a women in a purple cape who bored Merick with the details Garek had already given him. “I want my gold… now!” Demanded Merick. “You will get your gold when you have completed your task.” Snapped the women. All of a sudden three men baring short swords approached them. The leader bowed and exclaimed, “We have found the gems you have asked for my lady.” “That’s them!” exclaimed the women, “Attack them!” Merick grinned and tilted his head. “It looks like you aren’t too good at paying your mercenaries are you. And I… am no mercenary.” Merick gleamed evilly at her before turning his back and walking away. She drew a crossbow from out of her cape and fired at one of the three mercenaries. The arrow hit the leader clean in the chest and the other two smothered her down and stabbed her on the ground. Merick was now a good fifteen meters away when he drew the other potion he had taken from the Red Wizard of Thay he had killed in the wild. Gorion had shown him these potions and he knew what to do with them. “I like the sound of those gems on top of my handsome payment.” Merick said grinning to himself. Merick hurled the potion at the distracted group and watched it explode into flames. The flames were magical and dissipated into the air within five seconds, but had still killed all three mercenaries, the mistress and Garek as well, who was only watching the events as a bystander. Merick chuckled as he took his 300 gold as promised and helped himself to the mercenaries gems before making his way south out of Beregost and a quick rate.