05-12-2018, 11:06 PM
"Where did I end up this time?" the cloaked man said as he examined the surroundings. He saw a sign out of the corner of his eyes. Welcome to Port Badon. The man looked up in the sky and moving his right hand around, index finger straight out, as if he was drawing something in the air. He turned away from the sign and looked back. "I was supposed to start heading east hours ago. Damn it. Well, guess heading back to Santaruz is a bust. It's what I get for staying a bit off the main road."
"Guess I'll hit up an inn," the man said as he entered the port. As he walked through, the smell of the air was distracting him. Unpleasant memories came to the forefront. Namely, his boat ride to the Western Isles with Corrin which led to his father's death. He snapped out of it, noticing his hand was on the handle of Dyrnwyn. He pried his hand away, unsure of what was going on in the back of his mind to do that. He saw a rather repulsive looking inn in front of him. Lennox looked at the name of the inn. Davros Inn. Lennox thought back to his father's map of 'exclusive'(banned) inns and taverns and this wasn't on that list. Either Maddox never set foot in it, never broke furniture over someone in it, or it hasn't been around for very long. "This might not be the best idea, but screw it."
He went up to the bar and took a seat. Within a few minutes, the bartender got to Lennox, took one look at him, and told him about an expedition to the Dread Isle; to the Dragon's Gate. To set it up with enough explosives to destroy it for good. Lennox took some time to think about it. Everything about this, except the destroying part, sounds like things Wolfram would be almost disastrously interested in, if not already involved in. The last thing Cass had Lennox do was work towards sabotaging Wolfram, so why not take part. The other kicker for Lennox was the opportunity to prove or disprove his ancestors assertion that Dyrnwyn was as strong as the Eight Legendary weapons. If this went belly up and they accidentally summon a dragon, which something called the Dragon's Gate must assuredly be used for, he can try to slay the dragon and become a legend, instead of a callous, numb monster as he believes he is. Or die.
"At least this will keep me preoccupied until I can find Carla or Illya." Lennox got back up to his feet. "Ask about a rat at the docks if I want in, right?" Before the bartender could correct him, Lennox made for the exit. What does a rat have to do with a mercenary job? Are we stowing away on a boat?
"Guess I'll hit up an inn," the man said as he entered the port. As he walked through, the smell of the air was distracting him. Unpleasant memories came to the forefront. Namely, his boat ride to the Western Isles with Corrin which led to his father's death. He snapped out of it, noticing his hand was on the handle of Dyrnwyn. He pried his hand away, unsure of what was going on in the back of his mind to do that. He saw a rather repulsive looking inn in front of him. Lennox looked at the name of the inn. Davros Inn. Lennox thought back to his father's map of 'exclusive'(banned) inns and taverns and this wasn't on that list. Either Maddox never set foot in it, never broke furniture over someone in it, or it hasn't been around for very long. "This might not be the best idea, but screw it."
He went up to the bar and took a seat. Within a few minutes, the bartender got to Lennox, took one look at him, and told him about an expedition to the Dread Isle; to the Dragon's Gate. To set it up with enough explosives to destroy it for good. Lennox took some time to think about it. Everything about this, except the destroying part, sounds like things Wolfram would be almost disastrously interested in, if not already involved in. The last thing Cass had Lennox do was work towards sabotaging Wolfram, so why not take part. The other kicker for Lennox was the opportunity to prove or disprove his ancestors assertion that Dyrnwyn was as strong as the Eight Legendary weapons. If this went belly up and they accidentally summon a dragon, which something called the Dragon's Gate must assuredly be used for, he can try to slay the dragon and become a legend, instead of a callous, numb monster as he believes he is. Or die.
"At least this will keep me preoccupied until I can find Carla or Illya." Lennox got back up to his feet. "Ask about a rat at the docks if I want in, right?" Before the bartender could correct him, Lennox made for the exit. What does a rat have to do with a mercenary job? Are we stowing away on a boat?