Mercenary RP

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The eager crossbowman was interrupted by a quiet growling coming from the corner:
'Dis goes down da belly a' da 'artlands! Ad take dis as scout, ba' only if ye din' tell any patrols an' merchants aboot me an' let me hunt freely. Any loot ah faynd is mayn, gold splits even.'

(sorry if this is a bit hard to understand but I'm trying to come close to a cross between Scottish Doric and Common Dwarfish lol)
 
"I'm in as well."

This was to be his first time stepping into the Westreach since he first left four years ago.  It seems like fate will take him back to his end as a smith, to obtain his new beginning as a mercenray.
 
"I'll take their gold, heheh." Elwin said, keeping himself occupied the whole time by listening, and after stringing his bow, drawing it and slowly releasing, feeling the strain pull on and burn his muscles. Feeling a need of a more formal statement, he soon after, said, 'You have my bow, Sirrah. I'm Elwin Orlok.' He thumped his chest with a closed hand, once, twice, a sort of salute he learned while a militia.
 
Turning to the Militiaman, he looked at him with a penetrating stare that seemed to creep into the mans very soul.
"And I have found many a foolish guardsman try to test a pirate who keeps a honourable code, to have my sword gouged into their skull and out the other end."

He looked at the others, a ragged crew indeed.
With a utter regardfull manner he looked around the room, as everybody had proclaimed their in due oath and tributaries.
He then looked at the Grizzled man and nodded slowly then  returned to his blissful grin.
"Count me in lad."
 
"I propose we leave in the morning. We probably shouldn't keep the caravan waiting." Alen said to the others. This sounded like an easy job, and the pay was quite decent. "Take it easy lads. Looks like we'll be spending some time together. No need to make enemies already." He added with a grin, after listening to the heated conversation between two of the others.
 
Rahn said:
"I propose we leave in the morning. We probably shouldn't keep the caravan waiting." Alen said to the others. This sounded like an easy job, and the pay was quite decent. "Take it easy lads. Looks like we'll be spending some time together. No need to make enemies already." He added with a grin, after listening to the heated conversation between two of the others.
I agree let's move tomorrow and any one from the heart lands should lead the way through most of the time
 
Caramon thought for a moment, checking the notes on the table.

"The caravan will have about a dozen people other than you, one or two moe guards, the rest will be wagon drivers. They'll be delivering food supplies and will be coming back with a mixed shipment of weapons and trade goods. Also, they have a wagon for you to sleep in, unless you're on night watch of course."
 
"Alright, I agree with the risk of the Norland families, but we should also be careful of deserters roaming around the Westreach.  Aside from being decently trained,they can also be fierce when trying to take what they want, and they will want our food, I can assure you of that."
 
Grimmend said:
"Alright, I agree with the risk of the Norland families, but we should also be careful of deserters roaming around the Westreach.  Aside from being decently trained,they can also be fierce when trying to take what they want, and they will want our food, I can assure you of that."
'Are da westerners so incapable of feeding demselves? S'not like ye kint find food in da forests.'
 
"The land in the Westreaches are ill suited for farming, and the forest game can only feed so many, which is why they usually depend on trade to feed the population.  Most people choose to be in the army or to be craftsman, so as to earn good money and a good meal.  I was a smith back in the day, so I never had problems with food myself, but others were not so fortunate."
 
'Ye? Ya kint mek two steps 'fore ya ring like a bell! An' da crossbow ain' a shot fer a scout. Ah gies ya haye good eyes. Ye'd mek a good sentry, bu' naye a scout.'
 
"It's best not to underestimate Norlander Tribes either." Elwin said suddenly, after listening for a while after they brushed off the topic. 'They may be disorganized at times, but besides that they draw bows as strong or more as the one I have here.' He said gesturing to the long unstrung stave of Yew Bow. 'They do it at full gallop of their ponies as well, I've heard more than enough from my Father about how chain-mail didn't save men against their arrows... Their scouts are also always alert, and the only way to match them is to have a mounted scout as well.'
 
"Or of course to lure them into a trap, and rip them off their horses. But thats easier said then done." The stockish Pirate looked around, and he then flipped out a silver coin, twirling it as he spoke.

" The smart thing to do if were escorting this caravan, is we should send some scouts ahead and... negotiate with these various tribes before they attack us, or we strike first. We can't allow to be caught by suprise too often, granted they will probably outnumber us..."

He looked at the others, threw the coin up in the air, and then caught it in his hands, and stuffed it back into his coin purse, inside his jacket (of which it is tied twice to a strap, to make pickpockets work extra hard to claim it.)
 
"Well unless one of the great families is after you, which I doubt seeing as they have more important targets than a small caravan, you should be on equal terms with their numbers if you include the Caravan Guards. They can fight in a pinch, though how well is up to debate.
If you feel you need the crossbows though I could talk with one of my old contacts. He runs a weapons shop and I could find you a few as well as the ammo you'll need for the trip. Might not fire as fast as their bows, but they hit just as hard and are easer to aim."
 
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