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Four years ago....

The sigh that let loose from the 'hero's throat could have been a hurricane as he reached up to rub at his one good eye. Zexx Candell was no stranger to the difficult or the dangerous, which in his few meetings with the madam both of these were the normal for her and her 'Sisters'. He's heard a lot of people ending up in ditches, jail, or the bottom of the canals when they crossed her the wrong way and if he knew himself he was very good at the latter. This was a rough job.

But it was a job.

To say these were lean times in the Forge was an understatement. Rumors of all kinds of Scourge activity in the far northlands with Icecrown and not to mention the pieces still needing to be sorted after the Fourth War had lead to many tightened purse strings. Sure there was still the finding, guarding, or keeping an eye on someone kind of jobs that everyone always had a need at some point for, trust was in even fewer supply than gold. And he needed the gold as he cleared his cycloptic vision to look at the shark leaning across from him.

Least the view wasn't bad.

His gaze would shift from Susan to her pair of cohorts nestled behind her dressed accordingly for the Sinners. Sparse, flash, and deceptively functional.

The horizon wasn't bad either.

Now just for the storm.

"Alright," Zexx grumbled softly, his hands already absently searching over his vest for his red pouch. "But it's a third up-front for this job. And I get to see the package and know what's in it. If it smells bad or ticks, I'm out. The last thing I need is to be blown up."

Candell would find his vice with a grumble and opened up the pouch to his hand rolled cigarettes, the yellow paper dull in the tavern candle light as he added to the ambience with Ol' Smokey with a click and flare. The gold light lit up his bearded, broad face as it flickered over the salt in his pepper and flashed against the blue of his one good eye. The shadows flicked over the matching patch over his other eye as the lines of scars and well versed wrinkles were the same story about him. Silver smoke would snake it's away out from his mouth and nose as he slipped the lighter back in his billfold.

"Tell me about this Vanburen lady of yours."

@susan-gampre

Mentions: @lysandra-vanburen

“Give me one good reason to trust you.”

The Madam's unruly golden irises held the eye of the fellow, a grim though amused smile entangling her glossy lips as a wry sarcastic question came forth to meet his pointed request:

"And here I hadn't supposed total trust was required in this equation. Well since you bring it up; How do you suppose I should trust you, wanderer?"

She leaned away from the bar, the palms of her hands holding her upright as with a swivel of her hips she dismounts the barstool from beside him, the full weight of her typically small stature bolstered by heels much too tall to be comfortable. She was still able to hold his gaze head on with this height advantage, a more direct tone taking place of her initial teasing one as she leans in closer, aiming for a discreet discussion:

"Ask yourself instead, what do you have to lose? All I'm asking is for a small favor from a familiar patron of mine, a simple delivery request," she gained a slight twinkle to her eye as she'd lean her elbows into the bar beside him, cocking her head whilst reviewing his facade for any kind of reaction as she probes, "If it's payment you're worried about, I'll pay a fourth of your fee upfront and the remainder upon evidence that you successfully delivered my goods to dear expectant Lady Vanburen-- Unless there's something alittle more rich in quality than plain gold youre seekin'? I'm open to negotiation."

In tow there were two finely dressed individual's with satchels in tote slung around their shoulders, their tailories of a finer quality than that of most servants, suggestive and revealing in design. To Candell this may look no different than most of the individuals of the notorious Sisters in Sin, only these two people actually wore outerwear fit for traveling. Both of them would lower their eyes and adjust their posture under Susan's stare.

"What say you, Mister Candell?"

Mentions: @captzexx @zexxcandell @eldridgecandell? which character do you want friend ;-;

Additional mention: @lysandra-vanburen

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Candells in Space

(Got a prompt that went off the rails, I kind of like what I wrote so thought I’d put it out here)

PROMPT: with the upcoming Nov. 15 patch coming up (woo Dracthyr, woo Primalist invasions), many players are embracing the three year gap for their story. What has your character been up to in the last three years since the end of Shadowlands?

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“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know.”

“Should we run?”

“Where would we go?”

“I don’t know.  What should we do then?”

“We stay together.”

“I love you.”

“It will be alright.”

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– Odobenus

Guardian

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 by ilyanazarov

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Artwork by Craig Mullins

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things you said when you were crying

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A Complex-hilted Longsword,

OaL: 48.8 in/124 cm

Blade Length: 39.9 in/101.4 cm

Weight: 3.2 lbs/1.5 kg

Germany, 16th century, housed at the Château de Castelnaud.

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Scott Nedrelow

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Rapier, Pietro de Formicano, ca. 1610–20, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Arms and Armor

Bequest of Col. Wickliffe P. Draper, 1972 Size: L. 47 1/16 in. (119.5 cm); L. of blade 40 ½ in. (102.9 cm); W. 9 in. (22.9 cm); Wt. 2 lb. 10 oz (1190 g) Medium: Steel, iron

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/27313

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Doormoroth - by Sergey Musin

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Tentacles by TJ Foo

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Miles Johnston

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Cup-Hilted Rapier, Francesco Maria Rivolta, ca. 1670, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Arms and Armor

Purchase, Arthur Ochs Sulzberger Gift, 2012 Size: L. 44 5/16 in. (112.5 cm); W. 10 1/8 in. (25.7 cm); D. 5 in. (12.7 cm); Wt. 1 lb 12 oz. (795 g) Medium: Steel, iron wire, wood, textile (felt)

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/35833