Post #2004833 in The Way to the Future, a roleplay on RPG

What the hell?! that was the only coherent thought that could go through dear little Fia’s skull as she witnessed a rather colorful blur suddenly soar overhead of the crowd and herself, she’d looked on to see a server who’d managed to tip her tray, only to then find that a jester was trying to sneak out of the tavern before he had just burst back into the place. . . . When the jester just as unexpectedly planted his feet into the faces of two of the Martanthan knights who’d she had been speaking with, Fia herself could not help back but assuming a defensive stance toward him. Just what was he doing?!

The crowd of people in the tavern all audibly gasped and began to chatter among themselves, fully watching what was unfolding. It was as the jester was flipping back from kicking two of those men that Fia heard what slipped from the mouth of the one who’d been left standing, “There you are you bastard. . . .”

Of course, her eyes slipped back to look at the man for a moment before she looked back at the jester who landed before her in an manner that bespoke of a certain sort of refinement. . . . From that man’s words, I may only infer as to whom this man is . . . he must be the one he and his comrades were ordered to slay. But, why would a king order the slaying of a simple jester? The man was a joker, someone who likely would only ever serve as entertainment to a king’s court . . . what threat could one such as him truly pose to be worthy of word of execution? Ludicrous. Fia thought, her expression changed into one of anger, one of disgust. To think that a king would order the assassination of a clown. . . . I had heard rumors of how unstable the mental status of Martanth’s king was, but I suppose I now know for certain the truth. . . .

Fia kept her gaze transfixed upon the joker, noting that he was probably not much younger than herself. He gave her a amiable smile, one that was enough to make Fia’s face go a bit red—despite her experience as a mercenary, she still wasn’t used to dealing with guys her age since most who hired her were typically twice her age. . . .

”Hello mistress Envoy." He gave a light curtsy like bow. "I wish to employ your services."

So, he wanted to hire her now? Seems like her getting her peaceful night off just wasn’t going to happen at the rate things were going. . . . First she had to deal with three Martanthan knights who were obnoxious nimrods, then she came to understand that they were under orders to execute a simple jester of all people, a boy who was of the same mere age as herself. He was young, and someone who could not conceivably be a true threat to a king—as far as she was concerned. And now, the very jester whose life was wanted by nobility wanted to hire her. Alas, this was how her life was always to be if she choose to remain a mercenary, she would continue to bounce from one job to another, going through all sorts of happenings, never having a true moment’s rest. So long as she remained the Envoy of Death, this is what her life was destined to be.

Her face remained slightly flushed from the earlier smile given to her by the wanted joker, yet a smug smile formed over the mercenary’s lips. Ever eventful, and bound to be one who protects those who request my skills, this is after all, the style of living which I choose. Fia laughed to herself quietly, lowering her head down, knowing well that being hired by the jester would be a way which to declare herself an enemy of Martanth, the king wanted the boy’s head after all. Cosette, are you watching the insane lifestyle your sister has taken on? Are you at all proud of me for what I do, or does it sicken you to know that I take people’s lives? An enemy of Martanth . . . well, she was already spoken of as Death’s messenger, so what did it matter if she were deemed an enemy of one particular country now? People were afraid of her, even those of royal armies. As a mercenary, she protected those who hired her, and even those who did not when she felt the need. And . . . the joker before her had more or less just done qualified under the former condition. . . . Though, it was likely enough she’d have intervened in the situation without such a request being made anyway, getting paid for it though just made the whole deal better.

“Given your request, I do expect that you recognize precisely what it is you are asking of me,” Fia spoke, a strange edge to her voice, a knowing one. “To serve you, it would in due course effectively have the Envoy of Death branded as an adversary of the crown. . . .”

Behind her, the men who’d been knocked down by the jester’s little aerial feat were ascending back to their feet, grumbling and holding onto their bleeding and possibly broken noses while the one who remained standing looked onward, his expression anxious, as if he did not know what to make of the idea that the jester may wind up receiving the protection of Death’s Envoy . . . even if he was not sure if the fragile looking woman before him was really her.

A little smile passed over Fia’s young face before she finished what she had to say, “. . . .you had best grasp that I do not make for the most pleasant of traveling attendants, jester, you are merely hiring me for my sword, not for my etiquette.”

“Shit. . . .” one of the men behind Fia cursed, his words utterly seething. Hearing the curse, the blonde looked back to the men, the Martanthan knights, her expression cold. “It looks like we’ve got more crap to deal with then before because of you wench!” Despite the man’s anger, Fia was not a blind woman; she could see the apprehension within the three. They were already worn down from the pathetic show beforehand, where they’d attempted to attack her, and now two of them sported injured noses. “Tch, we’ll be coming to get you both when we’re back at our full strengths, you just wait!” With that threat placed down, the three knights suddenly hurried from the tavern, eyeing both herself and the jester as they went by.

For a moment after they were gone, the establishment was quiet, and Fia simply stared at the exit which they’d taken out before she spoke, “Truly, the low standards Martanth bears for its knights is . . . astonishing, if they were truly so dedicated to their king’s orders, the simple fact that I took on such a task should not have deterred them, same regards for their injuries. Ah, no matter their empty threats,” the girl looked back at the young man who was now her employer, “So be it then, your request has been accepted, however, I do appreciate the notion of having the name of the one who has hired me before continuing on.”

Snippet #2004833

located in Edasler Bria, a part of The Way to the Future, one of the many universes on RPG.

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