Setting
One of the many marvels of the galaxy, Naglfar is the ultimate melting pot and puts others within Morta IV to shame - being a center for tourism and a home to many various humanoid species. Its magical advancement catches the eye of those wishing to study arcane magic and its applications, and even those from planets such as Heion and Dratvian where technology is more advanced visit, impressed (or appalled) by how the individuals manage to get by without the aid of technology.Naglfar
The capital of Rihilig. Naglfar is the largest city on Berngulch, and has the most in terms of magical advancement.
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Sigesar Ermelandus [10] "I'm seriously not gonna deal with this shit."
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He had arrived, though hidden behind his masked visage Bersiar knew that there was much potential to be found here. He was on a self-appointed quest to attain more power for himself.
Situated outside one of the many local bars, a stocky armored man stood with his arms crossed and a small grin on his face. He had been transported from his home and to this land...and all the better! He could get more done in this fuckin' place, the last one was a shithole just sinking further and further. Sure, he had people there he did care about, but...he'll go back for them. For now, he was savin' his own hide from boredom.
Noticing one person walking across the street, much different than the rest...Sigesar stood from leaning against one of the bar's walls, and took a couple steps forwards while calling out to Bersiar. "Oi. You there." His accent was horrible and aggressive - definitely Germanic, and his understanding of anything outside of his native tongue (Gothic) was questionable. Still, he continued. "You aren't pickin' pockets there are ya, sneak thief?...Or, are you on more important business?" Though his accent and demeanor were harsh, he wasn't accusatory and was merely inquiring. He finished things off by introducing himself. "The name is Sigesar."
Noticing one person walking across the street, much different than the rest...Sigesar stood from leaning against one of the bar's walls, and took a couple steps forwards while calling out to Bersiar. "Oi. You there." His accent was horrible and aggressive - definitely Germanic, and his understanding of anything outside of his native tongue (Gothic) was questionable. Still, he continued. "You aren't pickin' pockets there are ya, sneak thief?...Or, are you on more important business?" Though his accent and demeanor were harsh, he wasn't accusatory and was merely inquiring. He finished things off by introducing himself. "The name is Sigesar."
He took a single glance at the man addressing him, his mask showed no emotions obviously but it was clear he was glaring behind it. "What is it you seek, or are you just wasting my time?" He spoke in such a callous tone, he did not have time nor did he seek small talk.
Sigesar examined the man for the time being, raising an eyebrow. "Wasting your time? Didn't know yours was so damn precious." He chuckled to himself, maintaining a grin while he stared. "People skilled in combat, espionage, and/or talking. Depends on the job. But, I'm offering 'cause I hear there's a merc guild 'round these parts. I was considering applying, and judging by your looks, you could make a good merc too.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a slip of parchment with writing on it.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a slip of parchment with writing on it.
Seeking Members!
The Black Fang is looking for people to employ into their mercenary guild. Prior experience isn't required, but is recommended. Want to explore Morta IV and beyond? Want to take jobs far and wide? Sign up today. Main offices are stationed on Berngulch, Heion, and Dratvian.
Note: Explorers needed! Recent developments in dimensional gates have lead to the discovery of galaxies outside of our own. We need people to venture to and from these galaxies, as well as within our own. We need to discover what is outside of our galaxy, and discover new planets within our own home.
The Black Fang is looking for people to employ into their mercenary guild. Prior experience isn't required, but is recommended. Want to explore Morta IV and beyond? Want to take jobs far and wide? Sign up today. Main offices are stationed on Berngulch, Heion, and Dratvian.
Note: Explorers needed! Recent developments in dimensional gates have lead to the discovery of galaxies outside of our own. We need people to venture to and from these galaxies, as well as within our own. We need to discover what is outside of our galaxy, and discover new planets within our own home.
He took a single look at the parchment, he would be lying if he said he wasn't interested. "So this group of mercenaries, they travel around taking jobs doing gods know what for money?" He looked back at Sigesar with a look of implied uncertainty.
Sigesar chuckled, shaking his head to the man. "I suppose so? I mean, it beats no job and no money. B'sides, mercs get a lot more in terms of respect than your common bumpkin lookin' for work." Hefting his signature heavy mace onto his shoulder, he grinned wide and tilted his head. "I'm thinkin' of joinin'. I could use a partner in my work. So. You in? Good money, people to bash...can't beat that!"
Bersiar took one look at him, tilted his head some until the distinct sound his neck cracking could be heard. "I have little need for money, nor am I looking to earn any respect." He simply tapped the pommel of the sword currently sheathed on his right hip as if contemplating something. "My only concern at the given time is to attain power, no more no less."
Sigesar looked at the man's sword while he tapped it, raising an eyebrow at this. Power, huh? That's odd. Then again, more power means more control. Perhaps this guy was looking for some means of becoming a king or emperor or some shit? He shrugged and laughed a bit to himself. "Well! You're not gonna get it by sittin' around here are ya? Besides, take it from an experienced knight, one good way of getting power is to learn from those 'round you. These adventuring guilds tend to be a colorful bunch. Some are bright eyed recruits who get themselves fucked up by some measly kobolds, but others...the people who survive shit? They've seen some shit. And they are guaranteed to have power. Not sure if you're into that magic shit or what, but same principle. These people know shit, have shit, and pretty much breathe it."
He patted his mace with his other hand. "Besides. The places where you end up taking jobs, some of 'em might have riches y'know?Magical artifacts left behind by some poor fuck who couldn't fight worth a damn. All just up for the takin'."
He patted his mace with his other hand. "Besides. The places where you end up taking jobs, some of 'em might have riches y'know?Magical artifacts left behind by some poor fuck who couldn't fight worth a damn. All just up for the takin'."
"Those who fail to notice this are fools." He looked at the mace this time as he spoke. "Magic is not to be trifled with, even if it is a great source of power." He took note of his body language and he noticed he did look experienced. He took another look at the man and crossed his arms. "So if I join this guild or whatever, I can earn some "shiny" new sword or a new spell?"
Sigesar nodded in response, maintaining his cocky and uncaring grin. "Yeah, I suppose so. Who knows, you might have other things you didn't know you were looking for, but you come across. Shit happens like that." With a nod, he looked back down to the recruitment paper for the Black Fang, and nodded. "Well, if you want to join, I'm going to head to the inn they're supposedly recruiting at. Follow me if you want to come along." With that Sigesar turned and began to walk off, glancing over his shoulder to check if the other man was following.
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