Odd Jobs ~ Val Royeaux: 9:46 Dragon (In Progress)

Willis Reede Race Human Gender Male Faction/role Mercenary bsn.boards.net/post/193169

(OOC: Located in Val Royneux)

Willis is having a bad day.

All he was doing is going to the Orelisan bank to withdraw coin for his boss, Martin Goodman. He owed money to a gang...... again and is now calling on Willis to go in and retrieve the last of the money he saved up. Simple enough job, compared to the things he had to do as a mercenary. Go in, get the money and give it to Martin so he can pay off his debts.

Things were never that simple throughout Willis' life.

As he was standing in line waiting for the receptioner, masked robbers wearing Freeman armor busted the Orlesian bank. "Every one be calm this is a robbery!" One of them shouted with a unfamiliar accent: Starkhaven?

Everyone screamed except Willis who had the outward appearance of being calm but his heart felt like it wanted burst out of his chest. There were 5 men from the looks of it. All wielding crossbows. "Get down on your bellies!" The one in the middle shouted.

Willis and the other people did as they were told. And the men got to work, Willis heard weeping and whimpering from victims. One of the men took big brown faded bags and headed to the vault along with another robber who seemingly has explosives of some kind. Three of the robbers were spread out analyzing the people with their crossbows held out. Willis couldn't tell from their masks, but from his experience he believes these men won't hesitate to kill anyone who tries to do anything stupid.

"Don't try to be the hero!" The leader shouted in an Starkhaven accent. "Just stay on the ground and this will go smoothly!"

Willis held his breath and tried not to move, but it was kind of hard to do that when someone was tapping his shoulder. "Hey man!" The person said "What's your name, I'm a member of the knife throwers club! I'm about to take these people down."

"My name is Willis" Willis answered "I really don't think it's a good idea."

As a Spirit Warrior, Willis could summon the help of a spirit of the fade and try to take them down. But they may gun down the people out of desperation, Willis couldn't take that chance.

And this man is crazy thinking he can take all of them out by throwing knives!

"Well yeah?" The crazy man retorted "Well leader of the city guard told me it was a bad idea to rush in a burning home and save kids. Well guess what I got in saved those kids sustaining multiple third degree burns. Thedas was built a bunch of bad ideas!"

"Whatever." Willis breathed, he really hoped he didn't die due to this man's stupidity.

One of the men who was going to the vault appeared in front of the theiving trio "the explosives are set and will ready to explode to explode in 60 seconds." He said cheerfully. Then he said something Willis did not expect. "Listen people!" He announced "We come in peace! My brother and I just want the money-"

"Why did you tell them were brothers you fucking idiot?!" The leader shouted "That'll narrow the search!"

"These people have been through a lot!" The man explained "It's best to be honest!"

"Maker's breath stop being honorable!" The leader barked "Starkhaven thieves are anything but honorable!"

"Now you said Starkhaven!" The man yelled "That's even going narrow the search even further!"

"Fuck you man! Get off the Lyrium dust before you tell me what to do!"

"I'll order you around when-"

A shout of "DIE YOU FUCKS!" next to Willis. In a few seconds the suicidal man took out a knife and threw at the third man. The knife hit the exposed neck of his armor. There was blood flowing from it and the man fell down choking on his blood dying.

"Micheal!" The leader shouted and he immediately shot the crazy man in the head. "I told you not to fuck with us!" He cried out in anger.

Willis heard a crack, but couldn't tell if it was the man's skull or his neck. The suicidal man flew a couple of inches and landed hard on the floor dead on the ground. The two men circled on the dead robber "Micheal!" The leader cried in pain "Fucking Micheal!"

Just then there was an explosion. Wasting little time the men ran to the vault grabbed the gold and left in a rush. Leaving the corpse of the robber behind.

"Just my luck" Willis sighed.

The Cheviliars came in minutes after the robbers left and tried to interview and investigate the robbery. Willis managed to slip out, he needed to inform Martin about the situation and he hated the Cheviliars, they claim to be honorable but in reality they were just thugs with a badge. Heading to Martin's apartment, Willis immediately knocked on the door. "Hey Martin!" Willis shouted "Wake up! Martin!"

Martin Goodman is Willis' current boss he wasa former solider for Ferelden who was secretly a Spirit Warrior. Willis first met Martin while he was serving as a Pirate under Captain Bart Davis at age 15. Captain Davis was smuggling Lyrium dust for Martin's club to appeal to the Templars. It was more of a hi bye kind of thing, nothing too major, It was when he became a mercenary that he became an on and off worker for Martin Goodman. Martin owned Brothels and Taverns for men and women regardless of sexual preference in Orlais. He was known as the Night King. He loved hosting parties and was very good at it. But he Martin was absorbed in the lifestyle, and bad choices led to him being debt with various people. Willis found Martin as a solid source of income, because his list of problems seemed endless. However he did owe it to Martin, since he did help him control his abilities as a Spirit Warrior.

Just a little though.

"What?!" A voice muffled through the door. Willis shook his head and opened the door. "Martin we got a problem." Willis said simply.

Martin's apartment is huge but very messy with the floor littered with wine and a painting of Empress Celene hung crooked.

There stood Martin, with messy blond hair and a goatee. He is in his fifties but he looked like he was in his late thirties, a strict diet can make anyone look young. Or so he claimed. "Oh it's you!" Martin retorted.

"Hello to you to." Willis said sarcastically. "The bank got robbed."

"Ah shit." Martin said bitterly pacing back and forth "Now this day is turning wretched!"

"Tell me about it" Willis said.

"Boyfriend thinks I'm made of soveriegns. Taverns catering to the rich mindless crowd are suddenly poor and mindless!"

Wills crossed his arms and chuckled.

"Now every hood rat in Orlais are thinking: "Let's put the squeeze on the Tavern owners! They must love to replace my insecurties with their money because they love to get drunk all night talking to idiots because they enjoy it!"

"So a typical day?" Willis said.

"Oh who asked you?!" Martin snorted.

"Just trying help?"

You know if the bodyguard job doesn't work out, then you should consider a career in counseling! People would love your empathy!"

"Okay....." Willis said in confusion

"Bah!" Martin spat heading to the crystal table and taking a small brown bag. "Well anyway Willis, take this, It contains lyrium. For good will for the Templars. As I try to negoiate with them to help me pay off the debt. I can't attend the negotiation because I'm busy tonight. So I'm sending you in my place!"

"What work are you doing?" Willis questioned.

"None of your business." Martin said. "Any way the meeting is in the slums in an abandoned building near the potions shop. The man's name is Kenneth. He'll be expecting you."

"All right." Willis sighed taking the pouch and went on his way. He was halfway to the door until Martin spoke: "Willis, this deal.... try not to mess this up, I really need this."

"Of course Martin." Willis smiled "You can count on me."

Martin smiled as Willis exited the apartment.

(GoldenGail3)

(OOC: This will be titled Odd Jobs set in Dragon 9:46. SofaJockey)