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Date.png5th Guardian, 950

Location.pngTallo Port, Anderfels

Characters.pngGlerg, Urg

Players.png@Claire, @Zhavirah

Requirements.png1x1

Notes.pngThe Quartermaster brings his brother along to find supplies

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    Where in the fucking world was his qubala brother? The kossith pushed his way through the crowd, cutting through them like the bow of a ship, the market goers making way for the huge Quartermaster. This was a waste of time, looking for him, but if he did not look then there would most assuredly be trouble in Tallo, if there wasn't already. This part of Thedas had a lot of elves, something Urg had discovered only after coming ashore with his troublesome brother.

So instead of searching for supplies and wrangling good deals out of merchants Urg was instead searching for his brother and hoping he did not find any dead and raped she-elves along the way. His search brought him to an alleyway and the sound of crying, a sound that urged the kossith on swiftly, his pace quickening a heartbeat after hearing that foreboding sound...

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The poor elf that had disrespected Glerg by just existing, hanged by it's leg. The rest of the body dragged over the floor as she cried out her last attempts for help. Who wouldn't be scared if the attacker was a hulking Kossith with clear bad intentions. What she had done wrong to him, remained a mystery. But whatever it was appeared to lead to her final demise. 

"Help me!" She pleaded at top of her lungs. 

"Shut it wench" a boot to the face was what she was met with, not enough to get her unconscious but it would leave a big bruise for days. Her 'savior' arrived and with a grunt Glerg faces his brother. Standing still he gazed at Urg. 

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Urg did not need to say a word, he never did. He simply got into a staring contest with his brother. Anyone watching the confrontation would see two silent Oxmen glaring at each other, but Urg did not look angry, he simply looked determined. He'd made a promise and he intended on keeping it. If Glerg did not back down then he would kill him. There was no other way and they both knew it. Was the elf that important? Did he need to sate his needs that much?

Raising an eyebrow was the only change in his expression, indicating that Glerg had mere seconds before his twin brother attacked him.

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His eye twitched from the pressure put on him by the stare alone. The small seconds felt like an eternity, but Urg got his wish. Without Urg(and precious) Glerg would be all alone. A thing that even for some as big and tough as him was unbearable. "Vashedan" He hissed releasing the elf back to the ground. She was barely back on her feet or she already ran off like a frightened little rabbit. Fuck his brother for ruining his fun. "What more?" Crossing his arms he returned back to the staring competition. 

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"Follow." The former Karasten ordered. Urg then walked away and towards the closest tavern. He needed his brother to calm down and having a drink while sitting somewhere surrounded by foreign humans seemed the best solution for the moment.

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Giving his biggest grunt, the big kossith followed his brother through the mud. Heavy boots left a mark in the muddied streets as they stuck out even here by size alone. "I don't like this" having his toy taken from him, crashed down on his mood. Whether it was following his brother, this place, or just the previous encounter. The big guy showed no sign of joy on his face. 

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Directing his brother to sit in the seat opposite to him Urg ordered drinks from the pretty serving wench and then turned his full attention upon Urg. Did this brute truly think that Urg did not have more important things to be dealing with? Well, truthfully Glerg's madness was the most important thing when it reared its ugly head but Urg wished that it wasn't.

"After this you go back to the ship." He told his twin, his tone deep and calm. Anyone who knew him well knew that was not his "calm" voice. Always it indicated he was mad as hell!

"Then, no more shore leave for the next five times we dock." He told him.

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Any small child would have told his sibling 'What keeps you from stopping me' but Glerg was not a small child, just a big kossith with a severe damaged brain. "But I get bored" he answered instead, suggesting that Urg should atleast give him something to do. Boredom pulled at his urges, forcing him to defy his brother in sating the boredness. They both did not want that to happen, as it left atleast one of them hurt, emotional and physical.

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As angry as it made him to hear such excuses he knew that Glerg did not mean it as an excuse, it was a genuine reason. If he did not accept that then it was up to him to put his brother out of his misery and end his life. The problem was Urg was never going to be able to do it, not unless Glerg broke the one rule he should never, ever break.

If he hurt Aria then there would be death.

"There is plenty to do on the ship. Occupy yourself." Urg responded gruffly. Surely the boatswain needed help with the hull or the mast?

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With a grump and reconsideration of his brothers words he found his own 'solution' to his boredom. "No, I want to help you" Staying close to Urg always kept his mind occupied. It gave him a purpose just as it had been during their time under the qun. He could be useful! His brother's had brain, and he himself had extra muscles. The drink served in front of him was gone with a single 'bottom's up' and slammed down back to the table. 

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"You help me by helping the ship." Urg growled and he too drank and slammed his glass down on the table. Somehow the two kossith found themselves in a drinking game against each other.

"Go to the Boatswain, Ocean's Deceit needs repairs." He ordered, though he was not saying that Glerg had to go there and then he made it obvious that there was no discussion here.

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With a glare, his cup got filled. He had no patience for the slow barmaids. They better just roll the keg this way, cause they were going to drink...A LOT!

"Fine, it better not be boring" Steering the wheel and watching through the spyglass was boring. He needed that exercise that raising sails and physical work like carpentry provided.

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"Work is work. Obey or suffer the consequences, dathras." Urg muttered. He sipped his ale this time, wanting time to get his head together before leaving the tavern. He knew if he got up and left now he would likely snap his brother's neck...

 

[translation: dathras=cattle]

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There was a bump of his knee against the table and an angry glare to his brother. More of those whispered insults and the table most likely would fly through the inn. Preferable against an wench when it was up to Glerg. Quickly pouring down another drink through his throat he calmed the uprising nerves. Dazing his impulses with the strong alcoholic drink. 

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Not being much of a talker, Urg drank and drank and drank, barely getting a buzz from all the ale, and watching his brother carefully. He knew how to get on his nerves and he was testing him to see how long he could put up with the silent silent treatment!

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A loud burp came from the giant of a man before letting his mug drop on the floor instead of the table. The alcohol had done his job, his mind now at ease. "Precious needs us" he mumbled as he searched in his pocket for coin. How he got the coin was for the maker to know. Enough to pay for the amount of beer they had consumed in little time.

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If there was one thing about his brother that had always been good then it was how he was so faithful to Precious. Whether it was because her genitalia confused him so he ignored her femininity or because he simply respected her Glerg had always supported their friend and had followed her all over Thedas. It was this dedication Urg was reminded of now and it was enough to bring him out of his negative slump.

"I have some supplies to get. Come?" It was not an order but an offer and he expected Glerg to follow him to accept the offer or go back to the ship to reject it. Urg left the tavern and headed towards the forest, going inland.

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With both their emotions calmed down their surroundings was safe of a possible fight. Two Kossith lunging at each other was dangerous for all bystanders. The collateral damage enormous if it came to that point. Both had Precious to agree over, she was important to the both of them. "The money" Glerg grunted to the barmaid, pulling at her arm while pointing to the coins. 

Now that was handled he followed his brother outside, feeling useful as he got to help with retrieving some supplies.

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This particular port was good for one thing specifically and Ocean's Deceit was running low. Since the product came in large barrels and they only needed four of them it made sense for the kossith brothers to carry one each. Even one barrel was too heavy for one human to carry alone, but easy enough for Urg to carry two.

When they arrived at the little warehouse on the northern dock there was a dwarven merchant ready with their product. Urg paid him with what was agreed but the dwarf refused to let them take the barrels without an extra ten sovereigns. Since it had been Precious herself who brokered the deal there was no way he was paying more than she had agreed. What he wanted to know before he started hurting people was why the dwarf was suddenly upping the price?

"We've been paying this rate for months. Why are you changing the deal?" Urg all but growled.

"It is what it is..." The dwarf replied, and he folded his arms across his barrel chest, clearly refusing to budge.

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"It is NOT what it is. Don't scam us little man!" Glerg huffed aside his brother. Why did they even stop for such a little human. They had both the strength and well...a lot more to overpower the dwarf and take what was promised. His posture changed to one suitable for intimidation, slamming his fist into his hand ready to pound. Urg needed only to give the other and the dwarf would be dangling off the ground. This was the more fun part of his job as an enforcer. Slam Precious her 'will' into her subjects.

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Urg did not hesitate, he motioned for his brother to start pounding while he walked into the warehouse to find out why the little merchant had gone back on his word. There was more to this than a greedy and stubborn dwarf, he was sure of it. However, as he went to move past the dwarf Urg found himself thrown back by a magical barrier. The dwarf stood on the other side of it so Glerg would not be able to reach him either.

After recovering his senses he looked back at the dwarf who was smirking. Since dwarves could not cast magic it meant he had done a deal with someone who could. The question was, did he pay the new price or go back to the ship empty handed?

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Glerg was less sensible of the two, while his brother stopped once encountering a magic barrier. Glerg remained pounding upon it with his fist. "Bloody stumped human" he growled as more force was out into it. All with no avail this was magic! Not a physical barrier that could be broken through.

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It was times like this that he wished they had reliable mages aboard, but there was no such luck. Urg made a mental note to search for an all round mage who was neither windtalker, water weaver or healer. Someone, for instance, who could take down this barrier! Since they had no choice but to return to the ship Urg yanked at his brother's arm and pulled him away before he did any more damage to himself!

"We'll get Precious, she is the only one who can deal with it now." Urg figured the Tallis would agree to a lower price in order to get the shield lowered, then she'd investigate and either find the mage who made the barrier or kill the dwarf for his treachery. Then again, when was it ever possible to predict Precious?

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Flipping off the dwarf with his fist rather than his middle finger, he was taken away by Urg. "Tiny man got a lot of guts...we should blow it up" Blow it up with explosions! was what he meant. Surely not everything was surrounded by that barrier, if they blew up enough of the house there would be an entrance somewhere! That was Glerg his logic, but his logic also contained that the same could be achieved with a sledgehammer.

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Just as Aria was the only one to elicit a rare smile from the kossith, Glerg was the only one to cause his twin to roll his eyes. If it had been that simple he would have done it already.

"Do not underestimate saarebas." He warned. They more than most knew the real power of a mage. "We go to Precious." And that was the end of the discussion. At least on Urg's part, but he would wait and see what his brother did, they were not yet out of sight of the warehouse after all.

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