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Leopold Jürgen

"What are good and evil to a nice solid pouch of gold?"

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a character in “Quest for the Everstone”, as played by claw

Description

Name: Leopold Jürgen

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Image

Personality:
Selfish- Leopold cares only for himself, after all who else really matters in life? As far as he is aware all that matters is his own success and to be entirely frank what should he care for anybody that wants to get in the way of that?
Sarcastic- The lowest form of wit and the highest of humour. Leopold enjoys riling up generally everyone that he meets, even if it has cost him a few jobs before in the past. Sadly it's a habit that he just can't seem to kick, so he stopped trying long ago.
Nihilistic- Everyone dies in the end, one way or another. And after that people get forgotten and the world moves on as if you had never existed and everything is virtually pointless. What is destiny if we it all leads to the exact same destination without anything being affected in the meantime? Even though it fills him with geniune bone crushing terror and often makes him want to stop trying all together, he covers it up as best he can with loud words, a poor attitude and trying to enjoy himself as much as possible. Might as well enjoy the pointlessness of it all.
Untrusting- A man who lives for gold rather than for blood or creed is as easily replaced as one might replace a fork. Leopold knows this well enough and has developed a tendency to keep a close eye on his employer. Nobody earns any gold when they're dead.
Flirter- There are a lot of good looking people out there. Some are impressed by charm, others by physical feats and some even by gold. What's to stop him from trying to enjoy them all?

Wish: Money, lots of it. And a long enough life to be able to enjoy that money.

Weapon of choice: Short bow.

Kingdom: Independent

Background: Born to a lowly miller and his wife, Leopold wasn't exactly born into a path of glory. Nor were his four elder brothers either, who frequently took to tormenting their younger brother when their father wasn't around. Growing up on the outskirts of the world Leopold didn't even really know many other people than the local farmers and of course his own nasty brothers. Even the local taxman who claimed to serve the king of Donnaly became part of the scenery after a while and Leopold quickly got increasingly bored as he grew up. Frequently he was forced to hide out in the small woods nearby to the mill to hide from his brothers. But as he got older he ventured further and further in, finally finding somewhere that was more interesting for him.

On one of his small explorations into the untamed woods he came across a huntsman, a poacher to be specific, who almost loosed an arrow into him when he snuck up behind the hunter. After some brief introductions the poacher was surprisingly happy to teach the young boy a bit about hunting in exchange young Leopold would help him with carrying the dead game. As time went on the two bumped into each other more and more frequently until one or the other would be waiting for the other to arrive for the days hunting.

This continued until some days after Leopolds 14th birthday, an event that was hardly even noticed at home. In the woods the two poachers were busy skinning a deer they had managed to bring down. Throughout their entire hunting career together the poacher had never given Leopold any form of bow or weapon, always stating he could never afford it. As a result Leopold would have to hunt with clever traps or in some cases even with his bare hands. But as they were skinning the dear, Leopold heard one of the rabbit traps snapping behind them. Turning around, expecting to see some small woodland critter dangling in the air, he was instead confronted with a pair of royal guardsmen tearing through the underbrush after the two poachers. Leopold did the only reasonable thing to do.

He stole the huntsman bow and quiver and ran.

He knew he could never go back home, nor did he even want to. Instead he went deeper into the woods, and out the other side. The whole world was open to the young man now, he could go anywhere he wanted. And that's pretty much exactly what he did. Leopold spent the next 12 years travelling from one country to another, offering his services to anybody who could pay well enough. Over the years his skills as a woodsman grew exceptionally and he could track game like he was born in the woods themselves. His trusty stolen bow had long been lost, snapping when he pulled it too hard. Turned out the poacher wasn't the strongest of men. Now he is fairly confident that his newer short bow should be more than enough for the strength of his arms or to survive the wilds if needed. Just so long as it served long enough for him to get his next pouch of gold he was happy enough.

So begins...

Leopold Jürgen's Story

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High up in the western tower of the castle of Hannifeld, Roderick Von Firth stood before the full length silver mirror. He smiled at his reflection maliciously, more to show teeth than emotion. The princess thought she had been so successful in thwarting his plans. When she appeared, she would have to face just how wrong she was. He heard the marching of steps echoing in the stairwell, alerting him to the presence of his men.

They stopped just outside the door frame. The superstitious lot believed the room to be sacred and to step into it would be a cause for judgement or some ridiculous nonsense. If they weren't going to show some balls, then he was going to make them wait.

Finally, one of the men said, "Sir, we have brought the mercenary as requested."

He turned, that smile a permanent fixture on his face. He sized up the man in front of him and was pleased. He would do well in his employ. No price was too great for this particular goal. He stood tall and placed his hands behind his back. "I'm not sure how aware you are of Arwen's actions or what they mean for Khadian, but my task for you is this, bring the Everstone shards to me. Simple as that. And I will pay you whatever you desire. Do we have a deal?"

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There was a dull taste in his mouth, and his tongue felt far far larger than it had the day before. On top of that he certainly didn't remember going to sleep with a throbbing head either.... Wait a second, he didn't even remember going to sleep in the first place. With a groan he groggily opened his eyes, then instantly wished he hadn't. The early morning glare was particularly judgemental today and it certainly wasn't what he wanted to endure. It took him a moment to realise that he was actually looking into open sky instead of being in a bed, and then a further moment for him to realise he was laying in a ditch next to the door of a tavern. The tavern he rented a room at in fact. He rubbed his face and sat up before taking a look around his surroundings. Everything seemed in order, his bow and quiver were still with him so at least he knew he had probably done something stupid enough to get himself kicked out of the tavern for good. Nothing seemed broken and other than a couple of bruises he didn't feel too beat up. He chuckled as he thought about the brawl he must have gotten into in the night, must have been a fair spectacle for him to get so rudely ejected. His laughter stopped as he felt for his coin purse, then patted on the other side of his hips. Then quickly scrabbled through the dirt where he had woken up

"Fuuuuuuuuuck" Leopold sighed in exasperation. Some prick had managed to run off with his gold in the night and once more he was left pennyless. If he caught the son of a bitch that steals from a drunk man, he would ram an arrow so far up his arse they could use him as pike. It was in the midst of this casting around on the ground that he became of a pair of men standing next to him. Almost sheepishly he looked up to see two armour plated men looking down at him. "Hello there. Can I help you gents?"
"Are you Leopold Jürgen?" One of the men all but barked. It certainly did not help his hangover having to listen to this, especially so early in the morning
"I am. But whatever it was, I didn't do it. Probably... What is it I'm supposed to have done?"
"Come with us. Your services are requested." Leopold gave the pair a concerned look, looking at first one man, then the other.
"Gents, just because I'm on my knees here, doesn't mean that's the services I'm giving out." The second man, the one who had yet to talk was apparently easier to fluster than his companion.
"What are you...? No, Lord Roderick Von Firth has need of your services as a mercenary."
"Oooooooh. Well why didn't you just say that to begin with? Sometimes I wonder how you people even survive if you go charging in cocks first. Come on then, lead the way." The two clearly didn't know exactly what to make of the man but they complied anyway.

It didn't take them long for them to arrive... Somewhere. A door to be specific. With the three waiting outside Leopold began to feel like he was supposed to be intimidated or something, but to be honest he was more concerned that he was beginning to need to find a bush somewhere quick sharp. Luckily he didn't have to wait for too long after all before one of the guards called out.
"Sir, we have brought the mercenary as requested." Finally Leopold was allowed to walk in, rather glad to be free of the boring men. And almost instantly he wanted them back again. The man before him wasn't physically very intimidating. But it was that permanent grin that just creeped him out way more than he was expecting, maybe the hangover was still affecting him.
"I'm not sure how aware you are of Arwen's actions or what they mean for Khadian, but my task for you is this, bring the Everstone shards to me. Simple as that. And I will pay you whatever you desire. Do we have a deal?" Leopold simply shrugged before responding.
"Well I don't have a clue who this 'Arwen' person is, and I don't give much of a rats arse either. And I also don't care why you want these shard things, you could be getting them to shove up your own arse for all I care. First rule I have is I don't need to know your motivation, just your target. Second rule is you can't spend vague promises, I get paid a deposit upfront, I'll leave you to try to decide how much you really need these things, and I get paid by the delivery, not by the bulk sum because I learned the hard way that wild goose chases that can last years do not mean me getting any gold. And thirdly if someone offers me enough money to give them these shards instead they're the ones getting them. You only have my services for as long as you can afford them and no amount of threats or half arsed promises are gonna change that. Simple rules of a simple man if you ask me."

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Roderick was very pleased with the mercenary. A man who worked for gold without any alliances was the perfect spy. Roderick nodded to one of the stronger men behind the mercenary who came forward, his torso bent in a bow, and left two sacks of royal purple velvet on the pedestal where the stone once sat. They each settled with a soft thud as the man backed away from Roderick, still bowing. The sight pleased him and he stood taller. Before long there would be a crown on his head and the bowing was something he could certainly get used to.

He cleared his throat allowing threat and power enter his tone and gestured towards the bags. "Each sack contains 5,000 gold pieces. Each are yours up front. 2,500 gold pieces will be delivered whenever possible after you send in a report. Failure to do so after two moons will result in a termination of our contract. I can't be paying a dead man now can I?

"I also expect that if you're caught by any of the other kingdom's authorities and I hear about it, our contract will be terminated. I'm sure you know how to withstand torture, but I can't have an alliance with you if they happen to pay you off. Also, an order for your arrest will be placed around Khadian so I'd think twice about allowing yourself to be caught. All I request are the shards. I don't know who else will be looking for them, but in case they have an edge that we do not, then I would like you to act as my spy."

Another man walked into the room. He didn't grovel or bow, but whispered quietly in Roderick's ear, slipped something into his hand, slapped his back once in a sign of allegiance, and walked back out of the room. He sized up the Mercenary as he passed and laughed triumphantly. The sound echoed through the stairway followed by "That stone is as good as ours, men! Did you see that brute upstairs?"

Roderick stepped towards the mercenary and said, "Leopold Jürgen, I ask again. Do we have a deal?

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Leopold whistled through his teeth. 5000 gold up front? Someone was very eager to obtain he services, and with half that every time he did something as simple as report in? Hell if this did turn out to be a wild goose chase and lasted for a few years he might not have to work again for a good long time. Plenty of time to piss away that much gold, and if the deadline of two moons was anything to go by, this was certainly a long running contract. Still, he had to make sure.

Undoing one the knots of one of the coin pouches he opened it up to reveal that wonderful yellow metal sitting inside. It always amazed him how so much revolved around the little round chunks, still he wasn't complaining about it considering just how much was being placed before him. He picked one of the coins up and held it to the light, it certainly shone line gold but there was only one way to be sure. He placed half the coin in-between his molars and bit down on it. It was with some relief that he felt his teeth sink into the metal.

He had half been listening to the termination clause that the man behind him was setting, they were always the same anyway, when he became aware of someone else in the room. He turned around just to see the man leaving, eyeing him up as he left. The other man for some unknown reason decided to laugh as though he were winning a bet at a brawling ring.
"Prick." Leopold muttered under his breath before flicking the coin back with the others and resealing the pouch.

"Leopold Jürgen, I ask again. Do we have a deal?" Seemed a bit unnecessary to ask a second time as far as he was concerned.
"Obviously, how fucking stupid do you think I am if I'm gonna just say no to that much gold? But do you have any specific direction you want me to start off in? Or any clues for me to get a lead on? Or do you want me to go off in a random direction and waste your time and money, because I'm perfectly happy doing that too."

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The wide grin shrunk down to a pleased smile as he murmured "Excellent". He stepped towards Leopold. "Unfortunately I do not know where the shards are or what they look like." Between them, he held a small reflective object in his palm. It was a small silver hand mirror. "Someone else does." He pressed the mirror into his hand and turned to walk to the window to look down at what would soon be his kingdom.

"To summon that person, tap on the mirror's surface. Yes, that is just a normal mirror, but trust me. There's more to the other side of that than you think. I would wait until you exit, though. Very few people know who waits on the other side and I would like to keep it that way. I look forward to working with you." His final words were meant to be dismissing and he didn't bother to turn as the figure left.

A flicker of movement caught the corner of his eye and he turned. There stood the princess in her stained gown, anger turning her features to steel. Right before her soul was to join the shards of the Everstone, the sacrifice she was meant to make the moment she began casting the spell of Release, he saw the mirror covered with a thick velvet sheet. He reacted quickly and removed the covering and, instead, her soul was trapped inside. Her body was safely downstairs being cared for as if she had fallen under some strange illness, magic preserving it until her soul is able to return. It hadn't originally been a part of his plans, but it certainly was now.

The wide grin returned in full force.

[Claw, when you get the chance please look at the forums. I have a post there about the shard that you are to find and clue on where to find it. Also, I'm going to hold off on posting as Viola until lolkatlove posts so she has a chance to react the situation before the characters interact.]

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This man was nothing but creepy, decided Leopold. Despite the fact he was clearly offering a lot for these shard things it didn't really do much to improve his personality. He almost made a comment about personal space as his new employer stepped closer to him, but instead he chose to hold both his tongue and his ground. And unsurprisingly the man had no idea where to look, what to look for, or even where to begin to look. Whilst it meant he was going to be well paid for this job seeing as it was most likely the greatest of wild goose chases in history, it did mean he would actually have to work for it.

He was also just a little bit surprised by the mirror being handed to him. Apparently he was going to be working with magic now, well wasn't that just dandy? He didn't hate magic or magic users, he just didn't trust when he wasn't told exactly what they were up to. Nobody needs to press a mirror and somehow have their trousers turn into ants or something like that. He had heard witches doing that to people before, and he only owned one pair of trousers. He held the mirror up to see if there was anything wrong with it. But no, it seemed to be entirely normal, just showing his own good looking self. Presuming that this was his cue to leave he quickly picked up the bags of money and tied them to his belt before hurrying out.

So he was supposed to press this mirror somewhere where nobody could see him? If that wasn't a good way to murder someone he didn't know what was, though then again, why pay someone if you're just going to murder them straight away? He had to think for a moment where he could go without being seeing. Obviously he couldn't do it here, castles tended to have eyes everywhere, the creepy fucking things. And he didn't know the area well enough to find some hidden cave somewhere. In the end though he had no better option than returning to square one.

Or specifically in an empty stable behind square one, if square one was also a tavern that had thrown its paying patron out into the street to sleep off their drunken stupor. And his headache hadn't really improved much from then either. After checking to make sure that the stable was actually empty and the straw was mouldy- nobody puts out mouldy straw if your expecting horses any time soon. Actually nobody puts out mouldy straw anyway but that's besides the point. He pulled the mirror out again and took another moment to inspect it. It did seem to be a normal mirror.
"Ah fuck it." Leopold muttered, as he held the mirror as far away from him as possible and tapped the surface the mirror.

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There was a loud tapping sound. It echoed through the air and vibrated through her body. The Princess turned her head in the direction of the sound, but wasn't sure whether or not to investigate. On the other side of the glass surface, Roderick grinned. The sight made her sick to her stomach so she decided. She would investigate if only to get away from him. She tried not to think about what he might be doing with her body. Then again, her soul was going to be separated from her body anyway. Arwen guessed she didn't put as much thought into it as she had thought. Then again, she was acting quickly.

With a final glare, she stepped back from the glass and Roderick vanished from view. She turned and went to investigate the sound. The land on the other side of the mirror was one of many windows. Literally. It was like she was in a massive building that was completely white with long, endless hallways that had windows on either side as close together as possible. You had to be careful which you stepped to because once you got close enough, you could be seen. She followed the echo to the image of a finger looming over the glass. She stepped forward and found herself frowning into the eyes of the mercenary.

"What do you want, Mercenary?" she asked, crossing her arms. She wasn't sure what Roderick thought she was going to do, but being helpful wasn't going to happen. Although, if she helped him enough to get him to the group, maybe she could find a way to communicate to them instead.

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Possibly the last thing Leopold was expecting to happen when he pressed the face of the mirror, was for another face to appear. And certainly he wasn't expecting it to begin to talk to him. If there was a quota for how much weirdness one was allowed to have in a single day, this was certainly filling it up. He had to wonder just what exactly he had gotten himself into and how much he was going to regret it in the near future.

"And hello to yourself." Despite the fact that the strange woman seemed to be rather standoffish, though to be honest so would he if he was trapped inside a mirror all day, he had to admit she was rather pretty. Which was always a nice bonus compared to having his trousers turned into ants. "If we're being broad here I want a huge amount of gold, a lot of people in my bed, and an instant cure to hangovers. But, if you can't do that then perhaps you can tell me something about these shard things I'm supposed to locate."

Leopold shook his head at how ridiculous this was. He was asking a strange woman in a magic mirror to find something that he had no idea where it could be, what it looked like or even what it did. It was less trying to find a needle in a haystack, but rather trying to find a needle in a iron mine after a cave in whilst drunk. "Thankfully somebody gave me worryingly little information about these things and then just told me that you are the only person in the world who can help me out. I mean honestly, he's paying me just to give him reports, and I could be going anywhere in the world now and feeding him bullshit. It's almost like he wants me to swindle him. Doesn't make any sense if you ask me."

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Arwen's eyes widened slightly at his confessions. Okay, that wasn't what she had been expecting. She tilted her head slightly in wonder as she studied the mercenary. He wasn't too terribly looking, though handsome was not a word she would've used to describe him. Maybe... pleasant? Though the amount of greed he possessed made him far uglier in her eyes, but who in this world didn't want for something? He also didn't seem to realize who she was which meant he was not from this kingdom and probably hadn't seen her message. This would definitely be an interesting.. partnership? As one sided as it would be.

"Oh, he'll definitely give you whatever you want in exchange for what he wants: the Everstone. Since you're asking I'm sure you don't realize what it is. It's the world's source of magic. No one knows where it came from, but most knows what it does. Roderick betrayed the royal family tasked with protecting it and the princess gave herself up in order to protect her people from him. If he gets his hand on the Everstone, he will use it to rule all of Khadian. There are rituals and spells that can be used to alter the range of the stone's power. Meaning, he could make him all-powerful and leave the rest of the world powerless. Though if you're after money, I'm sure that doesn't really matter to you." Her mouth quirked up at the corner.

"As for the shards, I know they're drawn to places of power. It can be a power of magic or of man. The power of wishes, for example. Speaking of wishes, if you collect the shards and unite them you can make a wish. For anything. The stone offers no limit." She paused, searching his eyes for a reaction to her words. "As for the shard you must seek first, I believe that you're not too far from it's location. I'm not sure you're aware of this, but of all the kingdoms in Khadian, Hanivall is the most powerful. We have the most magic users, the best crops, the best ports, and the best trade. So the stone is probably somewhere in the castle. Somewhere where the most powerful people pass through almost daily. Or.. did anyway. Most of them are probably dead.." A flash of pain flickered through her eyes at the thought of so many of her people, her father's most trusted and brilliant minds, dead. "So, what are you waiting for?"

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Somewhere in the castle where the most powerful passed through daily? That couldn't be right surely, there was no way the first piece of the this entire chase was waiting right under the nose of his employer. Things like that didn't just happen.
"So, what are you waiting for?" Ok, so mirror lady was also a bit pushy.
"Alright alright. I'm going, you don't need to yell at me." He quickly pocketed the mirror once more and headed out of the stables, making a thorough check to make sure nobody had been listening in. Nobody had.

One his way back up the castle- if this entire thing was a case of up and down, up and down he wasn't sure the gold was exactly worth it- he couldn't help but think on the fact that this stone thing granted any wish at all. Anything in everything could be his if he wanted it. But then, what would the point be of having anything when he would simply die and be forgotten in the end? Perhaps with this he didn't have to, perhaps he could live forever and have all the adventures he wanted. All the rotten employers and greedy employers and honest employers all filling his money bags for ever. Yeah, that didn't sound like too bad an idea actually. Being paid forever to drink, whore and do everything else besides forever. Perhaps he would have to do that before handing the stone over, after all it's not like anyone's missing out because he wished something.

It wasn't until he had reached the castle again that he realised he didn't actually know where to look, other than where the powerful passed daily. He wasn't a nobleman and had hardly seen much of the inside of a castle in his life. The little he knew about castles was that they usually all had a throne room of some kind where everybody important tended to gather to presumably lick the lords arse. It was as good a starting point as any he supposed.

Yet as he passed through the courtyard he saw out of the corner of his eye some kind of strange glimmer, which caused him turn his head. After all it might have been some loonatic aiming a bow at him. Yet when his eyes focused on where the light had come from he saw nothing. Frowning he looked back to where he had been going only for the glimmer to appear once more. It was as though something was hiding from him and thought that if he wasn't looking straight at it he couldn't see it. Well to hell with that thing, he was going to prove it wrong. Focusing his attention on the corner of his eye without actually looking at the strange glimmer he began the process of side stepping his way over to it, hoping that nobody was looking at him else this was going to look very embarrassing indeed.

He eventually made it to where the glimmer was coming from and knelt down. This time he made a mental note of where the glimmer was before turning to look for it. It took a moment of dedicated sweeping his eyes back and forth before he noticed a point where the ground seemed just slightly... Off. As though an artist had attempted to paint over the ground but the colours hadn't been mixed entirely perfectly and the shades were every so slightly off. Still, had he not known exactly where to look for the it he would have missed it all together. He could only conclude that this was one of the missing shards. He quickly reached out to grab it. "Ah..."

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...." His voice quickly trailed off as he grasped the shard. Where there had been nothing but bare stone all around him, there was now sand. Lots of it. Grasping the shard tightly he stood up and looked around. Nothing but sand as far as the eye could see and only a single tower before him to make any sort of difference to his surroundings. "Right. That certainly is not fucking normal."

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Majesty was conversing with Mistress Haze, but Tessarat's focus was elsewhere as she sensed another presence at the foot of their tower. She lightly touched the arch-mage's shoulder before bowing to the group and heading back down the tower. At first, she was terrified of the height of the tower, but after years of climbing the glass stairs, she was comfortable with it. Besides, even if she fell, she knew Majesty was always aware enough to catch her. As she passed by messy shelves, she made a mental note to clean them once their business with the champions were done. Much to her chagrin, she would have to do it by hand instead of with her magic. She missed her telekinesis. It made everything so much easier.

She passed down the different levels, all of which looked like they were full of books because of the shelves lining the entryway, but most of them have other uses such as the labs and bedrooms. As she reached the ground floor, she flipped her hood up to conceal her face and approached the door. The ancient magic still held some power and allowed the door to slide down as she stepped closer. She stepped out onto the sand and welcomed the new guest.

"Welcome to the Glass Library, champion. Please follow me to join the rest of the group." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked back inside. If he wanted to follow, he would. If not, the door would close behind her.