Post by Judas D'arc on Feb 5, 2013 11:31:36 GMT -5
Half-awake, the remnants of sleep still covering the lashes and lids of his eyes, the bard Judas D'arc approached the small office located outside of Britain at an unenthusiastic pace. The morning was still young and cold, and he would have preferred to be in Yew, enjoying the comforts of his bed and those of the mage Jolicia. However, the dark-haired, bearded musician also occupied a leadership position within the newly-formed Emerald Trading Company, and his responsibilities were far too numerous to casually dismiss in favor of simple pleasures. Last night, he had received a letter from the woman known as Evelyn Crowley, the group's owner and primary investor, requesting that he meet with a new client. Judas had known Crowley, whose real name was Shelley, for over ten years, and he was aware that she would not have asked him there needlessly. Yet, as he walked up the office's front steps and opened the front door, he wished that she had asked another for help instead.
Upon entering the Emerald Trading Company's office, Judas was immediately and visibly knocked into a state of full consciousness by the sight of a seven and a half foot tall, red-skinned creature with large wings and demonic visage standing in the center of the front room.
"To greet you human," it spoke, either completely ignorant or politely accustomed to such reactions.
"Er ... yes," the bard responded, quickly struggling to regain his composure. "You must be ... Ak-Lem?" As the question emerged from his lips, Judas finally understood why the individual Evelyn wanted him to meet had possessed such an unusual name. It was a gargoyle, an inhabitant of Ter Mur, another land that was quite different when compared to his own Britannia.
"To expect you are Judas of the Emerald Trading Company." The creature's facial features twisted strangely, attempting an expression that could only be presumed a smile, but instead came off as both absurd and unsettling. "To provide you with these." One of Ak-Lem's large hands moved forward, the strap of a leather satchel caught within its grip.
"My thanks." Calmly, Judas reached forward to take the object, attempting to atone for his earlier blunder by appearing completely at ease in the visitor's presence. Inside of the satchel he found a number of well-ordered papers that he immediately recognized as Emerald Trading Company contracts.
"To inform that agreement has been reached and your terms accepted," the red-skinned gargoyle explained. "To appreciate the assistance that your humam collective has offered."
"We are also an elf," the bard smiled slightly. "As well as gypsies and other odds and ends. No vampires though, thankfully ..."
The Ter Mur native shot him a puzzled look. "To admit comprehension of your tongue is limited and a lack of understanding at your words."
"Never you mind," Judas shook his head as he carefully placed the contracts back inside of their container. "I wish to thank you for this chance and we look forward to serving your people."
"To advise that these tasks are simple yet important," Ak-Lem stated without any emotion. "To know that if you are successful more opportunities will come."
"And what exactly might those be," the bard wondered to himself ...
Upon entering the Emerald Trading Company's office, Judas was immediately and visibly knocked into a state of full consciousness by the sight of a seven and a half foot tall, red-skinned creature with large wings and demonic visage standing in the center of the front room.
"To greet you human," it spoke, either completely ignorant or politely accustomed to such reactions.
"Er ... yes," the bard responded, quickly struggling to regain his composure. "You must be ... Ak-Lem?" As the question emerged from his lips, Judas finally understood why the individual Evelyn wanted him to meet had possessed such an unusual name. It was a gargoyle, an inhabitant of Ter Mur, another land that was quite different when compared to his own Britannia.
"To expect you are Judas of the Emerald Trading Company." The creature's facial features twisted strangely, attempting an expression that could only be presumed a smile, but instead came off as both absurd and unsettling. "To provide you with these." One of Ak-Lem's large hands moved forward, the strap of a leather satchel caught within its grip.
"My thanks." Calmly, Judas reached forward to take the object, attempting to atone for his earlier blunder by appearing completely at ease in the visitor's presence. Inside of the satchel he found a number of well-ordered papers that he immediately recognized as Emerald Trading Company contracts.
"To inform that agreement has been reached and your terms accepted," the red-skinned gargoyle explained. "To appreciate the assistance that your humam collective has offered."
"We are also an elf," the bard smiled slightly. "As well as gypsies and other odds and ends. No vampires though, thankfully ..."
The Ter Mur native shot him a puzzled look. "To admit comprehension of your tongue is limited and a lack of understanding at your words."
"Never you mind," Judas shook his head as he carefully placed the contracts back inside of their container. "I wish to thank you for this chance and we look forward to serving your people."
"To advise that these tasks are simple yet important," Ak-Lem stated without any emotion. "To know that if you are successful more opportunities will come."
"And what exactly might those be," the bard wondered to himself ...
