Chapter 4
The question Don't own any warcraft people accept my own and places.
Well this is my 4th chapter and the real action won't really start until we are in the more as you can see. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------
The Mercenaries village was about two miles away from the city of Theramore. It was located by the sea but not on the beach more inland then that. The village was made out of bars and tents. There is no police force out here, there is no law, you fight for yourself and hope to god you don't piss off the wrong people. The strongest warriors had some influence here but not a lot. The strongest warrior was the Bandit Lord called, Moon caller. He didn't like much the people from the city but he'd fight for the right price.
Jack began his journey to the village outside of the city with a train of horses carrying the gold and some peasants taking care of these horses. He needed to be on his guard if the bandits did not want to fight for the gold and simply take it. He hoped he could trust the bandits enough to fight for him, at least for the right price.
One and half hour later the caravan was there. Jack had a speech ready but now all of a sudden had lost it. Some assigns had just come out of one of the bars and were drunk, as it seemed. Jack called for there them to see if they wanted to fight for him. They took it the wrong way and began throwing their spears at him shouting in a drunken rage "NO OUTSIDERS ARE WELCOME HERE. At the right moment Jack ducked the spears barely missing him and hitting some poor peasants not paying attention. Other mercenaries heard the screams of the dying peasants and they soon began rushing to see what the problem was.
"Well this isn't going as I hoped it would." Jack said under his breath. Taking out his sword and shield Jack rushed the pair of assigns and was lucky enough to knock one of them down with his shield and thrust his sword into the chest of the other one standing behind him. Shocked and confused of his friend's sudden death (along with him being drunk) the assign put down his spear and surrendered. "What is going on here!" said a loud booming voice. Jack looked up and saw a huge bandit lord on horseback coming towards him with his sword drawn. "Are you the one who killed this man here?" said the bandit lord. "Are you in charge of these men?" Jack said back his weapons still out and his sword now sporting a new crimson color. "You could say that but why is this man dead?" "He tried to kill me." Jack simply stated, "Now if you are in charge of most of these men then we have business to discuss." "What kind of business?" The bandit lord said. "I want to hire ever single mercenary in this entire camp." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------
Ha yes 4th chapter down and more stuff to come. Will Jack get his army or will he get nothing. Well since this story is not even ΒΌ the way down I think you know the answer
The question Don't own any warcraft people accept my own and places.
Well this is my 4th chapter and the real action won't really start until we are in the more as you can see. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------
The Mercenaries village was about two miles away from the city of Theramore. It was located by the sea but not on the beach more inland then that. The village was made out of bars and tents. There is no police force out here, there is no law, you fight for yourself and hope to god you don't piss off the wrong people. The strongest warriors had some influence here but not a lot. The strongest warrior was the Bandit Lord called, Moon caller. He didn't like much the people from the city but he'd fight for the right price.
Jack began his journey to the village outside of the city with a train of horses carrying the gold and some peasants taking care of these horses. He needed to be on his guard if the bandits did not want to fight for the gold and simply take it. He hoped he could trust the bandits enough to fight for him, at least for the right price.
One and half hour later the caravan was there. Jack had a speech ready but now all of a sudden had lost it. Some assigns had just come out of one of the bars and were drunk, as it seemed. Jack called for there them to see if they wanted to fight for him. They took it the wrong way and began throwing their spears at him shouting in a drunken rage "NO OUTSIDERS ARE WELCOME HERE. At the right moment Jack ducked the spears barely missing him and hitting some poor peasants not paying attention. Other mercenaries heard the screams of the dying peasants and they soon began rushing to see what the problem was.
"Well this isn't going as I hoped it would." Jack said under his breath. Taking out his sword and shield Jack rushed the pair of assigns and was lucky enough to knock one of them down with his shield and thrust his sword into the chest of the other one standing behind him. Shocked and confused of his friend's sudden death (along with him being drunk) the assign put down his spear and surrendered. "What is going on here!" said a loud booming voice. Jack looked up and saw a huge bandit lord on horseback coming towards him with his sword drawn. "Are you the one who killed this man here?" said the bandit lord. "Are you in charge of these men?" Jack said back his weapons still out and his sword now sporting a new crimson color. "You could say that but why is this man dead?" "He tried to kill me." Jack simply stated, "Now if you are in charge of most of these men then we have business to discuss." "What kind of business?" The bandit lord said. "I want to hire ever single mercenary in this entire camp." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------
Ha yes 4th chapter down and more stuff to come. Will Jack get his army or will he get nothing. Well since this story is not even ΒΌ the way down I think you know the answer