<span style='color:blue'>Casinos?</span> Sarunus asked, the dragon' must not be to familiar to this place. <span style='color:blue'>Obviously you have never tried to make some cash around here. You see there are no casinos around here, everyone in the market is poor. So the closes thing we have to one are a few low stake gambling corners here and there but other than that nothing.</span> He sighed, Things have never been to good around here. <span style='color:blue'>Now weapons on the other hand are every were. They sell them at stores and the few stall keepers that have guts will even sell them there. The more higher end and often more illegal models how ever are much more difficult to get a hold of. They are mostly sold in ally ways to hide them from the eyes of the authorities. These guys that sell them are sneaky little bastards and they will do what ever it takes to profit at your expense. Worst off, most of them are employed by the larger gangs so they often have some protection.</span> What was this guy's plan any ways. More importantly how was he planing on getting all this stuff without getting full of holes.
Medivh chuckled to himself. protection. there where only a few things in the world that could protect you from deamon magic. "you just lead the way and I'll garuantee you'll walk off with the finest gun you lay your eyes on...just be prepared to do a bit of running...just in case." "as for our financial situation... that is a bit more troublesome. we need an area of wealth if we're going to obtain the money needed for traveling to the jungle...any suggestions...what was your name again?" He wished the 'dragon would have a little more faith. magic was a power fully ally and could be an even worse foe if need be. recoil was the only downside, and with the spells he had in mind, recoil would be nothing compared to what his family used to do with him.
<span style='color:blue'>Damn, almost forgot to introduce myself, My name is Sarunus.</span> Forgetting one's manners was quite common around here or was it just that he did not give a damn. Either way it was not getting him any were, if he was going to work with ,this dragon he may as well learn to trust him. At first he thought this guy was some kind of nothing maddened lunatic. No, infact he was actualy quite easy to talk to as far as planing stuff went. <span style='color:blue'>So what is your name?</span> he asked.
"Medivh, practitioner of the dark arts and general odd jobs, at your service. now then you still have yet to tell me where the highest end guns are kept. i can use my magic to either shroud us so that upon contact weapons will be sucked into a void of pure negative fronima. or, i could summon a lesser demon to wreck havoc while we sneak in grab the gear in dash out. don't worry about the recoil, its nothing i can't handle, but i'll be a bit drained after so we'll have to dash off quick. sound good?"
His greeting was a bit formal but nothing he was not use to. <span style='color:blue'> Well sometimes there some guy in a ally way next to a crate full of goods with about 2 to 4 guys nearby armed to the teeth. So I guess we will have scout around town to find them.</span> the authorities never went into the alleys, due to the fact they were bribed and all. In order to find a deal you were either told to meet them there or they would just sit around and wait for a local to buy something at a jacked up price. <span style='color:blue'>As for retrieving these goods... Your first plan sounded very promising, mind filling me in on all the nuts and bolts.</span>
he was beginning to enjoy this alliance, perhaps he would be more of a help rather than a pain. "well if we're going to scout, how about by rooftop i checked ,theres a fire ladder up to the top. No one will see us from up there, we can remain quiet and inconspicious since your the one with the know how, you'll have to do the scouting part. once there I'll summon a little nasty creature to wreck havoc...just a little one... to distract them. while thats going on you, and i will sneek behind the vendor and incapacitate him, and i'll bring up the negative charge shield while we make out with your guns. be prepared for a chase, i can only hold the shield for so long before the recoil becomes beyond my toleration level. We may have to kill, but you don't look like the kind of person to care." and without further interuption he threw open the window, hopped on to the ladder, and started climbing to the roof. he pause for second and called out to Sarunus "you coming or what, the stench of sweat in that room is beginning to make me sick."
<span style='color:blue'>Sounds like a good plan but I am far to tired to go tonight, and besides there are still some kinks that need to be worked out.</span> It seemed simple enough or at least the part that he understood. The 'dragon seemed a bit to eager to get the plan in motion. <span style='color:blue'>Im pretty sure that you are still a bit warn out from that alley fiasco we had earlier. But if you really want to get a good head start on this look around and get familiar with this town but be back soon cause we will need some rest. While you are out im going down to get us somthing to something to eat. </span> He seemed to have plenty of energy despite what happened earlier. <span style='color:blue'> We will start hitting up a few deals tomorrow evening. Oh and before you go just remember to keep a low profile.</span> This inn was not the best place in the world but being tired on the job was never good.
"whiskey," he said. "lots and lots of whiskey." he threw himself up on the roof. it was a nice evening. he sucked in the air of the cool night. it was dry, good for making explosions. he checked his pouches to be sure he had all the requirements for the summoning. he pulled out his ritual knife and twirled it in his fingers, it had been a while since he last summoned something. this would be fun, he needed a challenge. he walked over to the bellowing chimney and sat, waiting for Sarunus's return.
<span style='color:blue'>Ok then...</span> He said, backing away from the window. <span style='color:blue'>Now for some drinks!</span> Walking out of the room he began to feel a bit more relaxed. Its not everyday opportunities like this came along. He was pretty sure this relic he was after was probably just some piece of jewelry that had no real power but hay as long as he got something from all of this that did not matter. Walking down the stairs he heard some faint music playing. Maybe just a recording playing behind the bar but it served its purpose. He felt at home in this place, seeing as how his career started at a place much like this. the inn keeper seemed content with the bribe, he could tell with that happy looking smirk. <span style='color:blue'>So what do you guys serve here.</span> He asked. Booze was always good no matter what. "We have many drinks, a special on wine" She said handing him as small menu. It was full of crappy drinks mostly cheap wines and spirits. <span style='color:blue'>I think ill take a bottle whisky and a bottle of ale please any brand will do.</span> He was no drunk or anything but booze was always nice. "here you go sir, I hope you enjoy your stay." He smiled faintly at the inn keeper, She seemed like a nice enough person.<span style='color:blue'> Just put it on that guys bill please.</span> After she left to check another customer he headed back up to the room and put Medivh's whisky on the table and took a seat.
after about twenty minuets of waiting, his patience was growing thin. by the gods what is that man doing he thought to himself. at last after another five minuets he hopped back down to the open window to see his companion sipping ale! he could feel his blood rise slightly as he watched the 'dragon sip away. He climbed through the window, and stared at the 'dragon. "What is it, you hope to accomplish by getting drunk exactly? i thought you wanted a gun, not to get inhebriated." he looked at the whiskey on the table. It wasn't the strongest stuff out there but it'd do. "come on, we'll have greater chances while we're in the darkness of night."
Sarunus grew annoyed by his complaint. <span style='color:blue'>I told you we were starting tomorrow evening, and when I told you I was going down to get something the only reply I got from you was "Whiskey lots and lots of whiskey". When you went up I assumed that you were taking my advice to look around town. </span> Was this guy on fucking stimulants, one second he is passed out 30 minutes later he was on top of the roof like he was a damn spy or something. <span style='color:blue'>Their are still a few things you need to know about this place that will both make you money and keep you alive. Besides im tired as shit from when you threw me against the wall was like a fucking rag doll. I know you want your damn ring but if you don't calm down and get the lay of the land you are going to get killed. So drink the whisky you asked for and get some rest! Damn!</span> He opened the bottle and pored some into a small glass. Many things pissed him off but impatient 'dragon's were one of thous things that did it quickly.
his brow twitched i should fry him, right now, down him with the whiskey and fry him he thought to himself. of course he didn't mean that seriously. but people like him drove him up the wall. he settled for arguing rather than murder "and how am i supposed to scout if i am so obviously as you stated, clueless about the area? i'll apologize for the injury i gave you, but you can't simply ask to rest after every bruise! the whiskey isn't to drink either, i wouldn't touch such poor quality ail. its for a fire damn it." he humphed in frustration but sat in the chair anyways. "fine, you win. but we wrest till the next evening, and then we start. no excuses. he hated to admit it, but Sarunus had some good points to his argument. bags he thought to himself. this evening had gone much different than he had intended.
<span style='color:blue'>I meant as in looking around and getting a general idea on were everything was so in case I went down you wont not be left wondering around black market like a clueless idiot. Now im not holding a grudge or anything im just saying that my body still feels the effects of the incident. I will admit im kind of on the short end when it comes to brute strength and endurance, but i know the place and i don't see anyone else desperate enough to believe in all of this stuff to risk their necks out for this ring. </span> He raised his drink and examined it. <span style='color:blue'>Besides this place is not half bad, not a 5 start resort, but its a place to sleep and drink. I understand how badly you want to get out of this damn town trust me I've been trying to do the same for a while now.</span> He downed the drink, its seemed to taste a bit watered down but that was expected. <span style='color:blue'>Other than your name and objective i know nothing about you so lets get acquainted.</span> He leaned in his chair against the wall and put his hands behind his head. This 'dragon needed to lighten and calm down. He was not the kind of guy that keep a low profile very well with wanting to use whisky to cause a fire and all.
"and nothing you will continue to know until i say so." he sighed in the chair. there was no reason to be nasty, he was right in the sense that Sarunus was most likely the only one to offer his services in this situation. he owed him that much. " i suppose," he grumbled "i could answer a few questions. what is it you had in mind, i might as well answer them while we have the opportunity." he opened the whiskey and took a brutally large swig, watered down, but burn on his tongue and throat was satisfying enough. he could always get another bottle later.
<span style='color:blue'>There is one thing that has been eating at me the second I saw you. What made you come here. When you told me what you were trying to do I realized that it had nothing to do with the black market.</span> This kind of stuff always bugged him it was really strange how this guy popped up hear instead over at the Vivila. Sarunus sighed and poured another glass of the cheap drink. Why would anyone want to visit this place. The only thing that is around hear are criminals, illegal goods, and dumb shit merchants. <span style='color:blue'>And could you also tell me were you are from. You know just so I may get a better insight on who you are.</span>
He took another large sip of whiskey and walked to the window sill. he sat on it letting half himself hang out the window, with the other half firmly planted indoors. "it began a while ago. my homeland is the Watani, I grew up there. my family had a considerable wealth to it, but upon my parents death dad managed lock away their wealth in their bank vault samundra. I'm able to enter the vault but never take anything from it, it was dads last laugh at me. Once i master the trade of black magic, i will be able to uplift the spell, and not until then. i was inside the vault one day, digging through their possesions, when i stumbled across my dads journal. I flipped through it to find a series of spells, information about the ring, grids, and puzzles, images, and then a note saying -the book holds the key-. i flipped to the end of the book and felt the hide cover; rumor has it the hide is from a vampdragon dad killed in his younger days. anyways i felt the cover was awkward, like there was something in it. at last i was sure there was and i whipped out my knife and carefully ripped open the spine of the book. and no less that coin came out and with it another note, guiding me to the shop where the book, a secret map, was held." he sighed and looked up at the moon. " the owner refused to give it to me..." he took another swig of whiskey. "i had to kill him. needless to say the authorities caught on pretty quick, I ran laying waste to everything in my path. once they lost sight of me, I did my best to catch the next portal to here. many of the reagents i need for spells are illegal, and therefor are only sold here. Not to mention this place has a bad enough reputation that no large authority would chase me, so far, my plan seems to have worked." he wondered if he should really be saying so much, but it had been a long time since he spoke in kind to another living thing, it had been even longer since he had, had a woman. Alas tho, he'd have to settle for talking to Sanurus, at least he was pretty sure he wouldn't shoot him now.
Sarunus nodded his head. <span style='color:blue'>Damn, and I thought I was in some shit. </span> He finished off the last of his drink and started enjoying the buzz. He wandered what was so special about that book. Then again it was most likely full of that black magic shit Medivh was so obsessed with. Magic never suited him, he had seen the workings of many kinds magic but they all had one common weakness, recoil. A elemental sorcerer could throw a fire ball but the effects would exhaust and injure him. While a well trained heavy soldier could do the same with hand held explosives or a incendiary bomb. A healer can instantly heal a injured comrade but it would cause much drain on him. While a medic can do the same only difference being of course it would not hurt the medic, but it would take longer and have a lesser chance for survival of the patient. That was the case, it was really about what that particular 'dragon felt worked best. <span style='color:blue'>My only real problems were my shrinking funds, my crappy weapons, and my lack of clients. Nothing like this though, at least I've always had a low profile. That also really explains why you have such a hard time keeping your head down.</span> He got out of his chair and started to throw away his empty bottle. When he heard the glass hit the bottom of the trash can he looked back at Medivh. <span style='color:blue'>At this point there is one more thing I must know. Exactly what is it that is after you other than the law. I mean I know they are though but hiding from them is easy. Why else would you hire a ex-mercenary to get you in the jungle.</span> It was not like this guy was defence less he had a ass load of spells.
"ghosts of the future... As i told you, I'm a prophet, though i have no control of my visions. I've seen a future that displeases me, so I've set out to change it, and trust me when i say displeasing i'm talking mass plagues, carcasses lining streets and tyrants. but the future is fragile, with every action we take it changes, but with that ring i will be able to prevent whatever may be, and at the same time possibly make a profit from it. I'm a spell caster of the dark arts, but bullets are faster than spells so to speak, so while i do have my uses and if i felt the need i could probably defend myself from a number of armed men, i'd rather not deal with the recoil, it can become excruciatingly painful. but enough of this if you won't let me grab your weapons tonight then we shall do it tomorrow eve. be ready." and with that he hopped off the window sill, and onto the bed, and passed out instantly.
A light chuckle escaped his mouth as he went back to his chair. He had a few of these guys before back when business was good. He was however Sarunus's only hope of get back up on his feet. He could how ever give a bit more detail on what was going on in that head of his. One thing that really was bugging him was that damn vision Medivh had when they meet. Something about all of that was just strange as all. It will all play out,It will all play out. He repeated in his head as he felt his eye lids close. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I need to get my grove back</td></tr></table>
