Lantor
10-31-06, 10:26 AM
The slums, a place that few of standing go and those without have little choice in the matter. Its smell distinctive to its name, the air reeked of of rotting sewage and sour food. A strange sort of steam rose from each small hole in the cracked and worn cobble stone street. Increasing the feel of being unclean in this tainted environment of disease. Even in the middle of the day when the bright sun baked away the sticky humidity. The place still felt as if it was clinging to your very skin.
Various beggars laid about the street in tattered raged clothing, their bodies brittle and frail from the lack of nutrition. Resting themselves on the two to three storey buildings of grey clay stone. Which looked as if a single push in the wrong place would topple it all over. The spots where windows and doors should be filled with nothing more than simple cotton sheets. The general population unable to afford basic glass or wood to make proper adornments for there homes. Down what seemed to be endless street hung miles of drying clothes from lines stretched across the stone road from one building to the next. The mid day sun helping to make them sanitary for their poor owners to wear. The small pathway packed with carts and men carrying goods and supplies back and forth, in and out of the front gate. On there way to the market district within the center of the city. Each cart guarded by armoured soldiers weary of their surroundings, the gate side slums feared for there many gangs of thieves.
Yet in all its misery this was Lantor's heaven. His usual place of business and pleasure. To him this place meant work, fortune, and adventurer. Three things that were always on his mind. He leaned casually against one of the grey walls of the local tavern. Where boisterous cheering and laughing could be heard. Even at this time of the day, festive drinking went on inside. "The Five Flagoons" was the name of this place, and Lantor had a meeting with an important client today. His arms crossed making his muscles bulged larger and more intimidating. Using his back to balance himself against the wall. He wore his usual cotton yellow shirt with leather adornments his broad sword strapped to his back. A cocky smile on his face as he eyes moved from one traveler to the next. Each of them looking at him with weary fearful expressions. He even had the audacity to wink at an attractive young woman who passed him by with her family. The girl giving a sort of blank doe look. As the father moved her into the middle of the street. Taking her eyes of the odviously thief of a man.
An hour passed as Lantor waited for his contact, but no one had showed. The sly smirk begging to fade from the massive mercenary's face. As he quickly became inpatient for this individual who so desperately needed a job done for him. What load of bull, he thought as he sat down on the stair leading into the tavern. It had been months since Lantor had a decent paying gig and he was becoming a little desperate. His last job was a joke, protecting a supposed shipment of goods from a border town in Fallien to the capital here in Salvar. He ended up only get fifty gold for the entire trip. As well as a few new scars from the raiders who ended up taking a third of the shipment. Which was the reason for the pay cut, but it had not been his fault he thought. His mind racing from one issue to the next as a frown came over his face.
While his mind raced a beautiful young fallien maiden, adorned in midnight leather armour appeared right before him. His eyes focused on the ground, the first thing he saw was her rough mud covered boots. Stopping right in front of him, odviously to acquire his attention. Lantor's first thought was that some bloke was really looking for a little "physical" attention. To be that bold of a man to walk right up on him! Lantor! in such a manner. Yet as his eyes and head slowly moved up, he realized what the gender of this invidiual was. Her feminine curves easily visible though the skin tight leather protection she wore. His eyes finally coming to meet her sapphire stare. His cocky smile returning, and he let out a loud whistle of approval.
"Well, well look what we have ere eh?" Lantor's deep resonating voice said with odvious sarcasm. His eyes reviewing the young woman over a second time.
She had a light brown tan, with odviously fallien features. Her hair was jet black and tied into a rather neat bun. Her armour was just as black, which Lantor found extra amusing. Wondering why a desert woman would be wearing anything that attracted heat. Her face was quite lovely with elegant almost elven like features. With her eyes being the greatest oddity on here. The colour of blue far from common of the people of the desert. On a thin leather belt she carried a single curved dagger. Her expression was that of disdain at the barbaric man, and she had a solid reason for seeking him.
"You must be Lantor Leiahorn?" she said with a partial accent, the statement more of a question than anything.
Lantor's smirk became even wider "Aye, luv that would be me! Jus wondering wha I hav done to receive this great honour?" odviously adding in a little flirting with the fallien woman.
Her expression unchanged she contuined to speak once learning that he was Lantor. "I am your contact for the job that was offered to you a few days ago, but we can not speak here." she looks around with a bit of caution. The information she wished to pass of a more secretive nature.
Lantor just looked up at her with the same smirk on his face. As if the sly smile was a painted image on his face. "Well lass, we could always get a room here in the tavern. I heard that they actually will charge you a only a few coppers by the hour."
This last comment was just crossing over the line with the fallien, and she had enough of this barbarian's attitude. Pulling her dagger with lighting quick speed onto the large man's exposed neck. "Listen here you barbarian! I ave been sent to offer you dis job, and if you contuine with de insults you may lose more than de oppurtnity." her dagger eating a little into the man's thick skin.
His smirk came down a little, unprepared for her quick angered reaction. A frown forming over his face as her casually leaned back and shrugged. "Fine lass, if that's the way ye want to be doing it? I can't see why you won't just take all of it as the joke that it was? eh?" odviously trying to save his arse from rubbing the woman the wrong way. The fallien slowly pulling her dagger away from the man's throat, walking up the stairs and into the tavern. Lantor's smile returning as he stood up looking at the doorway.
"So lets get the party started lady!" he said under his breath with a bit of exciment in his body. Making his way into the "Five Flagoons".
Various beggars laid about the street in tattered raged clothing, their bodies brittle and frail from the lack of nutrition. Resting themselves on the two to three storey buildings of grey clay stone. Which looked as if a single push in the wrong place would topple it all over. The spots where windows and doors should be filled with nothing more than simple cotton sheets. The general population unable to afford basic glass or wood to make proper adornments for there homes. Down what seemed to be endless street hung miles of drying clothes from lines stretched across the stone road from one building to the next. The mid day sun helping to make them sanitary for their poor owners to wear. The small pathway packed with carts and men carrying goods and supplies back and forth, in and out of the front gate. On there way to the market district within the center of the city. Each cart guarded by armoured soldiers weary of their surroundings, the gate side slums feared for there many gangs of thieves.
Yet in all its misery this was Lantor's heaven. His usual place of business and pleasure. To him this place meant work, fortune, and adventurer. Three things that were always on his mind. He leaned casually against one of the grey walls of the local tavern. Where boisterous cheering and laughing could be heard. Even at this time of the day, festive drinking went on inside. "The Five Flagoons" was the name of this place, and Lantor had a meeting with an important client today. His arms crossed making his muscles bulged larger and more intimidating. Using his back to balance himself against the wall. He wore his usual cotton yellow shirt with leather adornments his broad sword strapped to his back. A cocky smile on his face as he eyes moved from one traveler to the next. Each of them looking at him with weary fearful expressions. He even had the audacity to wink at an attractive young woman who passed him by with her family. The girl giving a sort of blank doe look. As the father moved her into the middle of the street. Taking her eyes of the odviously thief of a man.
An hour passed as Lantor waited for his contact, but no one had showed. The sly smirk begging to fade from the massive mercenary's face. As he quickly became inpatient for this individual who so desperately needed a job done for him. What load of bull, he thought as he sat down on the stair leading into the tavern. It had been months since Lantor had a decent paying gig and he was becoming a little desperate. His last job was a joke, protecting a supposed shipment of goods from a border town in Fallien to the capital here in Salvar. He ended up only get fifty gold for the entire trip. As well as a few new scars from the raiders who ended up taking a third of the shipment. Which was the reason for the pay cut, but it had not been his fault he thought. His mind racing from one issue to the next as a frown came over his face.
While his mind raced a beautiful young fallien maiden, adorned in midnight leather armour appeared right before him. His eyes focused on the ground, the first thing he saw was her rough mud covered boots. Stopping right in front of him, odviously to acquire his attention. Lantor's first thought was that some bloke was really looking for a little "physical" attention. To be that bold of a man to walk right up on him! Lantor! in such a manner. Yet as his eyes and head slowly moved up, he realized what the gender of this invidiual was. Her feminine curves easily visible though the skin tight leather protection she wore. His eyes finally coming to meet her sapphire stare. His cocky smile returning, and he let out a loud whistle of approval.
"Well, well look what we have ere eh?" Lantor's deep resonating voice said with odvious sarcasm. His eyes reviewing the young woman over a second time.
She had a light brown tan, with odviously fallien features. Her hair was jet black and tied into a rather neat bun. Her armour was just as black, which Lantor found extra amusing. Wondering why a desert woman would be wearing anything that attracted heat. Her face was quite lovely with elegant almost elven like features. With her eyes being the greatest oddity on here. The colour of blue far from common of the people of the desert. On a thin leather belt she carried a single curved dagger. Her expression was that of disdain at the barbaric man, and she had a solid reason for seeking him.
"You must be Lantor Leiahorn?" she said with a partial accent, the statement more of a question than anything.
Lantor's smirk became even wider "Aye, luv that would be me! Jus wondering wha I hav done to receive this great honour?" odviously adding in a little flirting with the fallien woman.
Her expression unchanged she contuined to speak once learning that he was Lantor. "I am your contact for the job that was offered to you a few days ago, but we can not speak here." she looks around with a bit of caution. The information she wished to pass of a more secretive nature.
Lantor just looked up at her with the same smirk on his face. As if the sly smile was a painted image on his face. "Well lass, we could always get a room here in the tavern. I heard that they actually will charge you a only a few coppers by the hour."
This last comment was just crossing over the line with the fallien, and she had enough of this barbarian's attitude. Pulling her dagger with lighting quick speed onto the large man's exposed neck. "Listen here you barbarian! I ave been sent to offer you dis job, and if you contuine with de insults you may lose more than de oppurtnity." her dagger eating a little into the man's thick skin.
His smirk came down a little, unprepared for her quick angered reaction. A frown forming over his face as her casually leaned back and shrugged. "Fine lass, if that's the way ye want to be doing it? I can't see why you won't just take all of it as the joke that it was? eh?" odviously trying to save his arse from rubbing the woman the wrong way. The fallien slowly pulling her dagger away from the man's throat, walking up the stairs and into the tavern. Lantor's smile returning as he stood up looking at the doorway.
"So lets get the party started lady!" he said under his breath with a bit of exciment in his body. Making his way into the "Five Flagoons".