Post by sekraktaa on Aug 22, 2006 14:09:23 GMT -5
The Fat Rat Inn was nothing but an average inn on the very border of the lands of Mossflower. Few Woodlanders dared to even get close to the place and even fewer dared to stay at the inn. The Fat Rat Inn was somewhat of an all vermin inn, with woodlanders being unwanted, but tolerated if neccessary.
Being an inn on the edge of civilisation, the Fat Rat Inn also had the rather nasty reputation of attracting criminals, bandits and other cutthroats, hence there was a high possibility of things getting messy and out of hand.
Not that the lone figure in the back of the inn cared much about it. He could handle anything this third class inn had to offer, but doubted that anyone could be foolish enough to challenge him. His kind was rather unknown in this area, and he still remembered the other patrons staring at him with awe and fear.
His body was slim, sleek and he physically was rather weak for his species. However, like all members of his species, his body looked well muscled and strong. He also had piercing yellow eyes and his body was covered in dark green scales, which only aid the image of pure, raw power and strength. The fact of him only wearing a loincloth and a worn poncho which revealed much of his body to the eye aided him even further.
Crocodiles are indeed awesome and powerful creatures, the Cipactli mused as he scanned the inn and it's patrons.
He moved his poncho slightly to give the various females a little show and continued to scan the crowd. Many of the females here kept on glancing and watching him, but Cipactli kept on ignoring them. He knew what most of these females thought and wanted, but if they wished to mate with him, then they would come to him. Not the other way around.
Besides, Cipactli had still a small business to take care off. He grunted, took another sip of his ale, made yet another mental note on how horrible it tasted and how these spineless worms dared to keep him waiting for so long!
He was halfway about to stand up and leave, as he noticed his... contacts walking up to him. Took them long enough. Who did they think they were anywhere? They were merely goons, merely pawns of some small time warlord. Warriors of the lowest class. How did they even dare to keep him waiting for so long?
Cipactli brushed these thoughts aside. Being angry at a bunch of morons wouldn't do him good. There were other things on his mind now. "So, what did your warlord say?" He asked gruffly and regarded them with contempt in his eyes.
The leading goon, a handsome weasel dressed in strangely clean clothing smiled and bowed respectfully. "Good sir Cipactli. I bring word from my warlord Scarback, that he accepts your offer to all of your terms and is looking forward to work with you."
Cipactli merely grunted and nodded. "Good. Then bring me to your camp." The weasel blinked. "Now? This quick?" Cipactli sighed and replied. "Yes, now." He swallowed the insults down his throat and settled for a mental note on the weasels stupidity.
Cipactli took a hold of his staff, stood up and followed the hordebeasts out of the inn. Cipactli had no idea who his employe really was. All he knew was, that he was some fox by the name of Scarback the vicious who is planning to conquer some place called Salamandastron and he was looking for some sort of seer to accompany him on this task.
Cipactli didn't really care about it though. He would play the role of an seer for some time, stocking up his waning reserves of gold and then simply leave. Let that stupid small time warlord try to conquer whatever he wanted. As long as Cipactli got the warlords gold, he didn't care about anything else.
Being an inn on the edge of civilisation, the Fat Rat Inn also had the rather nasty reputation of attracting criminals, bandits and other cutthroats, hence there was a high possibility of things getting messy and out of hand.
Not that the lone figure in the back of the inn cared much about it. He could handle anything this third class inn had to offer, but doubted that anyone could be foolish enough to challenge him. His kind was rather unknown in this area, and he still remembered the other patrons staring at him with awe and fear.
His body was slim, sleek and he physically was rather weak for his species. However, like all members of his species, his body looked well muscled and strong. He also had piercing yellow eyes and his body was covered in dark green scales, which only aid the image of pure, raw power and strength. The fact of him only wearing a loincloth and a worn poncho which revealed much of his body to the eye aided him even further.
Crocodiles are indeed awesome and powerful creatures, the Cipactli mused as he scanned the inn and it's patrons.
He moved his poncho slightly to give the various females a little show and continued to scan the crowd. Many of the females here kept on glancing and watching him, but Cipactli kept on ignoring them. He knew what most of these females thought and wanted, but if they wished to mate with him, then they would come to him. Not the other way around.
Besides, Cipactli had still a small business to take care off. He grunted, took another sip of his ale, made yet another mental note on how horrible it tasted and how these spineless worms dared to keep him waiting for so long!
He was halfway about to stand up and leave, as he noticed his... contacts walking up to him. Took them long enough. Who did they think they were anywhere? They were merely goons, merely pawns of some small time warlord. Warriors of the lowest class. How did they even dare to keep him waiting for so long?
Cipactli brushed these thoughts aside. Being angry at a bunch of morons wouldn't do him good. There were other things on his mind now. "So, what did your warlord say?" He asked gruffly and regarded them with contempt in his eyes.
The leading goon, a handsome weasel dressed in strangely clean clothing smiled and bowed respectfully. "Good sir Cipactli. I bring word from my warlord Scarback, that he accepts your offer to all of your terms and is looking forward to work with you."
Cipactli merely grunted and nodded. "Good. Then bring me to your camp." The weasel blinked. "Now? This quick?" Cipactli sighed and replied. "Yes, now." He swallowed the insults down his throat and settled for a mental note on the weasels stupidity.
Cipactli took a hold of his staff, stood up and followed the hordebeasts out of the inn. Cipactli had no idea who his employe really was. All he knew was, that he was some fox by the name of Scarback the vicious who is planning to conquer some place called Salamandastron and he was looking for some sort of seer to accompany him on this task.
Cipactli didn't really care about it though. He would play the role of an seer for some time, stocking up his waning reserves of gold and then simply leave. Let that stupid small time warlord try to conquer whatever he wanted. As long as Cipactli got the warlords gold, he didn't care about anything else.
