Heading Down Under
Ash 5th, 120th Year, A.o.S.
Before him were the gates towards what he liked to refer to as 'The Underworld', namely because from what Rickter heard it was hell down below. The others were already here before Rickter and Telion had even arrived, with a couple of rudimentary comments from one of the two present. They worked together like a pair just as Rickter and Telion did, only these two were experienced members of the Slayer's Keep. Really they were the ones that Telion had met with earlier, as they were looking for a couple of extra hands for their expedition. Apparently, another group with a historian never came back from the Warrens, and after they'd been missing for a whole day, somebody put in a request to go out and see if they could find any of their remains.
The leader of the duo Rickter watched was a brawny guy named Pekr, wearing dark painted half-plated armor over various parts of his body; arms, legs, even over his torso and backside areas. A broadsword clung to the left side of his waist, indicating the man was right-handed to Rickter. He was a tall fellow but certainly nowhere near as tall as a Rickter, with a set of green eyes and rich blonde hair as he paced back and forth almost with patience. It was clear from the way he looked at the wolf, that he wasn't a fan of Rickter or Telion, though whatever was ire of that focus remained beyond Rickter. His partner Cizein was a bit shorter but certainly more intimidating to behold, as his armor was full-plated and painted in a crimson red, much of it clearly scratched up from the encounters he's experienced within the Warrens.
Cizein seemed like the more agreeable one even though he was quieter, and patient even, in their wait for the last member of this expedition to arrive. The warrior had hair black as night with rich oaken brown eyes, with a few scar patterns situated across his left cheek and over the left eyebrow. He possessed a greataxe that hung at his back, due to the leather straps of the custom-made holster he owned. The wolf himself stood heavily into a lean with his back against the wall, his attention focused on his gear as he checked each gauntlet he wore. Chainmail covered just about every inch of his body save for the neck and head, with the belts clasped all snuggly secure in the areas that kept the armor in place.
Admittedly he was a little reluctant about the idea of going down into the warrens, however, after the last couple of days, a job like this might actually help him recover lost ground. Rickter wasn't normally one to struggle financially mind you, but after an incident with a couple of foreigners a few nights back, well let's just say his pockets certainly felt a little lighter after the whole ordeal. A casual look from his forearms up to Pekr, and the wolf received a scoff of detest from the man, as he turned away to stare out into the general crowds further into the street. Who exactly they were waiting for was unknown to Rickter, just that they were expecting a fifth to arrive for support. Evidently, they weren't aware of how deep they'd be going into the warrens, as it was either search and rescue or simply just a retrieval mission.
Telion herself sighed quietly as she slowly twisted to look up towards Rickter, the wolf simply still as a statue as he waited as the others did. The blonde bard had taken his advice into consideration, which was good in his mind, and went out to purchase herself some armor as well. While a considerably snug fit the woman wore studded leather armor, styled much like a tunic so that her torso and waist were well covered, with leather studded gauntlets, greaves, and even boots to complete the outfit. In her possession was the wooden stave she carried around with her, a choice that Rickter questioned having since it was a bludgeoning weapon. Regardless he wouldn't likely let her do much of the fighting, since she was still new to Kalzasi and didn't know what to expect. Rickter hadn't ever really gone down to the warrens himself either, but the stories he had heard of the place were enough really.
Now as a freelancer, he was about to go on his first run, just as soon as their last member would arrive.
Ash 5th, 120th Year, A.o.S.
Before him were the gates towards what he liked to refer to as 'The Underworld', namely because from what Rickter heard it was hell down below. The others were already here before Rickter and Telion had even arrived, with a couple of rudimentary comments from one of the two present. They worked together like a pair just as Rickter and Telion did, only these two were experienced members of the Slayer's Keep. Really they were the ones that Telion had met with earlier, as they were looking for a couple of extra hands for their expedition. Apparently, another group with a historian never came back from the Warrens, and after they'd been missing for a whole day, somebody put in a request to go out and see if they could find any of their remains.
The leader of the duo Rickter watched was a brawny guy named Pekr, wearing dark painted half-plated armor over various parts of his body; arms, legs, even over his torso and backside areas. A broadsword clung to the left side of his waist, indicating the man was right-handed to Rickter. He was a tall fellow but certainly nowhere near as tall as a Rickter, with a set of green eyes and rich blonde hair as he paced back and forth almost with patience. It was clear from the way he looked at the wolf, that he wasn't a fan of Rickter or Telion, though whatever was ire of that focus remained beyond Rickter. His partner Cizein was a bit shorter but certainly more intimidating to behold, as his armor was full-plated and painted in a crimson red, much of it clearly scratched up from the encounters he's experienced within the Warrens.
Cizein seemed like the more agreeable one even though he was quieter, and patient even, in their wait for the last member of this expedition to arrive. The warrior had hair black as night with rich oaken brown eyes, with a few scar patterns situated across his left cheek and over the left eyebrow. He possessed a greataxe that hung at his back, due to the leather straps of the custom-made holster he owned. The wolf himself stood heavily into a lean with his back against the wall, his attention focused on his gear as he checked each gauntlet he wore. Chainmail covered just about every inch of his body save for the neck and head, with the belts clasped all snuggly secure in the areas that kept the armor in place.
Admittedly he was a little reluctant about the idea of going down into the warrens, however, after the last couple of days, a job like this might actually help him recover lost ground. Rickter wasn't normally one to struggle financially mind you, but after an incident with a couple of foreigners a few nights back, well let's just say his pockets certainly felt a little lighter after the whole ordeal. A casual look from his forearms up to Pekr, and the wolf received a scoff of detest from the man, as he turned away to stare out into the general crowds further into the street. Who exactly they were waiting for was unknown to Rickter, just that they were expecting a fifth to arrive for support. Evidently, they weren't aware of how deep they'd be going into the warrens, as it was either search and rescue or simply just a retrieval mission.
Telion herself sighed quietly as she slowly twisted to look up towards Rickter, the wolf simply still as a statue as he waited as the others did. The blonde bard had taken his advice into consideration, which was good in his mind, and went out to purchase herself some armor as well. While a considerably snug fit the woman wore studded leather armor, styled much like a tunic so that her torso and waist were well covered, with leather studded gauntlets, greaves, and even boots to complete the outfit. In her possession was the wooden stave she carried around with her, a choice that Rickter questioned having since it was a bludgeoning weapon. Regardless he wouldn't likely let her do much of the fighting, since she was still new to Kalzasi and didn't know what to expect. Rickter hadn't ever really gone down to the warrens himself either, but the stories he had heard of the place were enough really.
Now as a freelancer, he was about to go on his first run, just as soon as their last member would arrive.
