RP channel logs: Akriados, Ssolvarain

[RP]: (Ssolvarain): A tall green man, draped in dark green robes walks in through a small taverns doors. Heading to the back, he keeps his hood pulled down.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Rapping a short series of knocks upon the back door, while scanning the main room for any signs of trouble that might come his way. The door opens, and he steps in the back to handle his business.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): A short time later, he steps from the room with a noticeable bulge at his hip, and a jingle of gold to his step. A soft grin upon his face indicates another good trade in his special "wares".
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): After enjoying a quick drink, he makes his way outside. Stopping a moment to take a deep breath and streeetch.
[RP]: Akriados slowly creeps out of the shadows and begins to unsheathe one of his throwing knife, and, as swift as the wind, launches it at his targets head, just missing.
[RP]: Akriados says 'Halt! Nyissan scum, tell me your business here!'
[RP]: Ssolvarain gives a slight lazy grin and says 'What business is it of yours dog?"
[RP]: Akriados grins evilly and begins to unsheathe his dagger "It's not much of mine, but I believe my dagger would like to know"
[RP]: Ssolvarain sighs 'You Alorns and your daggers. So ready to attack anything with 2 legs. Or more. Though I did once see an Alorn attack a rock. Apparently he felt intimidated by its mental prowess.'
[RP]: Ssolvarain smiles slightly, and pulls his outer robes aside to reveal a pair of daggers in black metal sheathes.
[RP]: Akriados brings his dagger around and throws it just above the Nyissan's head in order to distract him long enough to bring him to the ground, HARD. Once again I say, what is your business here?
[RP]: Akriados spits in his face.
[RP]: Ssolvarain gives out a low, guttural growl. Bringing his feet up quickly under the man's stomach, he kicks the man off.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Rolling quickly to his feet, he draws both daggers and waits.
[RP]: (Akriados): Jumps to his feet, wielding another two daggers, laughing. What say we dance then?
[RP]: Akriados says 'All I've asked is simply what you're doing here, I haven't killed you... YET.'
[RP]: Ssolvarain grins broadly. 'My business is my own. And as for killing me. Well. No one has managed to yet. Surviving in Sthiss Tor is.... most unpleasant at times.'
[RP]: Ssolvarain says 'Well, If we're don't chit-chatting, I've no time to sit here and banter.'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Taking off a dead run upon silent feet, Ssolvarain rushes with daggers leading toward the man who bars his way.
[RP]: (Akriados): Using the tavern wall as leverage, he gracefully jumps off of it's walls over the assassin's head, kicking him square in the back as he lands.
[RP]: (Akriados): Turns to see the assassin rolling over onto his back, and pounces him with both daggers at his throat. Now tell me your name so I can at least know who I'm killing next!
[RP]: Ssolvarain mutters 'It's Ssolvarain, and If you don't mind, I'll be having you off me before I remove whatever small manhood you might have from your body.'
[RP]: Ssolvarain wiggles both daggers positioned at his assailant's crotch.
[RP]: (Akriados): Slowly gets off Ssol and steps back, daggers still at the ready. So can I still not find out what is going on here? If you are as good a fighter as you claim then give this dead man his answer.
[RP]: Ssolvarain grins 'Just a quick business venture. I'm here to sell some things from my hometown. The national export you might say.'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Adjusting his robes with a quick jerk at the sides, Ssolvarain peers at the man across from him. "Are we complete here, or will you continue your foolish quest?"
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Someone coughs softly.
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): jumping slightly, he whirls a knife towards the cough. Seeing nothing but a dagger in the wall, he pulls another and turns his attention back.
[RP]: (Akriados): Looks around wondering where the cough came from.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The sinister coughing sound drifts away.
[RP]: Akriados says 'Well since you've been kind enough to tell me your name then, mine is Akriados of Gow.'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): muttering silently for a moment, Ssolvarain seems to come up with an idea as his face breaks into a grin.
[RP]: Ssolvarain says 'How's about this. I give you one of my pouches of gold, and you and I head our separate ways. This never happened.'
[RP]: Akriados says 'How about this, you give me half and we walk our separate ways.'
[RP]: (Ssolvarain): Nodding slowly, he unties a pouch of gold from his hip and tosses it over.
[RP]: Ssolvarain says 'Now then. Are we finished? I have work to do, people to kill. All that fun stuff.'
[RP]: Akriados says 'Well then in that case, it was nice doing business with yah.'
[RP]: Akriados slowly steps aside sheathing his daggers, and entering the tavern to purchase a drink.
[RP]: Ssolvarain walks along the road later that day, merrily thinking of the lead coins painted in gold, and coated in contact poison. Oh how he loves these places.
[RP]: (Akriados): Meanwhile at the tavern, Akriados spills the bag of fake coins into a ditch. Not bad I'll have to give him credit if I ever see that little rat again.

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