Whelp, the next part went wonderfully! Â I first want to apologize if I missed any emotes or actions while I played Gaardal. Â Ignoring anyone was not my intention. Â If you feel something you did had impact, PLEASE send me a tell in game on Elli or a message here. Â I will happily retcon to fit in it! Â This will be a summary of certain events for those who missed what happened. Â Enjoy!
Gaardal waited in the arranged meeting place. Â He had shouted to let them know they had a small window of time. Â He was not a patient man, and there were many things to get done.
In time they came, one then another. Â He watched them with a smirk on his face, showing the letters in his hand. Â The business was simple ... tell him what he wanted to know and they would get the information they wanted.
But they stalled.
They ignored his threats. Â One tried to cast sleep on him and take the letters. Â The casting bitch was almost successful, but Gaardal fought the magic off him. Â He lost one letter from it, but he pressed on.
He resorted to burning the letters one by one as they laughed. Â He told them who each of the letters was for, but they did not care. Â He explained how the one named Asdrellia would possibly be harmed and that struck a nerve with them, especially the boy. Â Kayle was his name, and Gaardal watched as he ran off to possibly find her.
He continued until he got to one in particular. Â It was the same time Garston appeared, giving more weight to the proceedings.
It belonged to Ivory Shield, the one they called Po. Â Gaardal could tell the roegadyn did not want the information shared with anyone, and a deal was struck.
Arry Dresdyn.
A simple name. Â A simple outcome. Â Gaardal handed over the letter that carried the burden of Po's past, both he and Garston thanking the roe for doing the right thing.
Business was over though the company wished to make it not. Â An arrow was fired at Garston, missing him barely, and Gaardal growled.
Sasha.
That was her name they called her. Â He narrowed his eyes. Â He would give retribution for such an action in time.
~~~~~
Gaardal settled in for a relaxing bit of ale while he worked out the specifics after Asdrellia was taken. Â Something caught his attention though, and he slipped from the bar to eye the crowd in the street.
The boy was on the ground, bloodied and crying. Â Gaardal smiled as he listened to Kayle describe how he found the woman, Asdrellia one moment, then she was taken the next, the men whome he thought were from the Blades beating him severely.
He could not help it. Â He had to gloat.
Stepping out from his place, Gaardal laughed, saying the fools should know by now Garston does not pull punches. Â He goes through with his threats.
This angered them and they turned to him, surging forward but he held his ground. Â Except for that one, the bitch who tried to put him to sleep before. Â She struck him in the stomach with what felt like a block of stone covered in ice.
Gaardal staggered backward, his demeanor crumbling as pain wracked through him. Â The miqo'te grabbed his throat, spitting threats in his face. Â The others readied their weapons. Â They wanted to take him to the prisons.
But that was when Kayle made a mistake. Â Gaardal saw him limp forward, using his sword for a crutch. Â Just as the group looked to their weakened leader, Gaardal lunged forward, one large hand grabbing the hyur by the throat and teleported away.
~~~~~
He felt the ground solidify beneath his feet as he appeared in Black Brush Station. Â He threw Kayle upon the ground and laughed as the man tried to crawl away.
"I told you not to underestimate us, boy."
Gaardal watched as Kayle staggered to his feet, trying to speak into his pearl at the same time fend him off. Â It did him no good.
Gaardal made a fist and backhanded the boy hard across the jaw, sending him staggering back. Â Pulling a dagger from his boot, he advanced on the midlander, snarling as he plunged it into his chest.
Kayle gurgled as his words into his pearl were silenced, falling forward against Gaardal's chest. Â The highlander let go of the weapon as the boy crumpled to the ground.
He did not have much time now. Â Quickly, he stripped Kayle down of what he wore, his armor and clothes, as well as his pearl. Â As he stood, items in hand, the crowd of 'Drifters' came, staring at their fallen leader.
"I hope you don't mind me taking these. Â If you hurry, you might be able to heal him."
Gardaal laughed, feeling himself being whisked away back to Ul'Dah. Â Pain seared through his leg just before he slipped into the aether, and when he set feet to ground, he collapsed. Â Looking down, two arrows rested in his right leg, one in his thigh and one under his knee.
He fought the pain as he carried the trophies back to Garston, limping and trailing blood along the stone roads of Ul'Dah.
It was an eventful day, and they will hear from him again. Â Rest assured.
Gaardal waited in the arranged meeting place. Â He had shouted to let them know they had a small window of time. Â He was not a patient man, and there were many things to get done.
In time they came, one then another. Â He watched them with a smirk on his face, showing the letters in his hand. Â The business was simple ... tell him what he wanted to know and they would get the information they wanted.
But they stalled.
They ignored his threats. Â One tried to cast sleep on him and take the letters. Â The casting bitch was almost successful, but Gaardal fought the magic off him. Â He lost one letter from it, but he pressed on.
He resorted to burning the letters one by one as they laughed. Â He told them who each of the letters was for, but they did not care. Â He explained how the one named Asdrellia would possibly be harmed and that struck a nerve with them, especially the boy. Â Kayle was his name, and Gaardal watched as he ran off to possibly find her.
He continued until he got to one in particular. Â It was the same time Garston appeared, giving more weight to the proceedings.
It belonged to Ivory Shield, the one they called Po. Â Gaardal could tell the roegadyn did not want the information shared with anyone, and a deal was struck.
Arry Dresdyn.
A simple name. Â A simple outcome. Â Gaardal handed over the letter that carried the burden of Po's past, both he and Garston thanking the roe for doing the right thing.
Business was over though the company wished to make it not. Â An arrow was fired at Garston, missing him barely, and Gaardal growled.
Sasha.
That was her name they called her. Â He narrowed his eyes. Â He would give retribution for such an action in time.
~~~~~
Gaardal settled in for a relaxing bit of ale while he worked out the specifics after Asdrellia was taken. Â Something caught his attention though, and he slipped from the bar to eye the crowd in the street.
The boy was on the ground, bloodied and crying. Â Gaardal smiled as he listened to Kayle describe how he found the woman, Asdrellia one moment, then she was taken the next, the men whome he thought were from the Blades beating him severely.
He could not help it. Â He had to gloat.
Stepping out from his place, Gaardal laughed, saying the fools should know by now Garston does not pull punches. Â He goes through with his threats.
This angered them and they turned to him, surging forward but he held his ground. Â Except for that one, the bitch who tried to put him to sleep before. Â She struck him in the stomach with what felt like a block of stone covered in ice.
Gaardal staggered backward, his demeanor crumbling as pain wracked through him. Â The miqo'te grabbed his throat, spitting threats in his face. Â The others readied their weapons. Â They wanted to take him to the prisons.
But that was when Kayle made a mistake. Â Gaardal saw him limp forward, using his sword for a crutch. Â Just as the group looked to their weakened leader, Gaardal lunged forward, one large hand grabbing the hyur by the throat and teleported away.
~~~~~
He felt the ground solidify beneath his feet as he appeared in Black Brush Station. Â He threw Kayle upon the ground and laughed as the man tried to crawl away.
"I told you not to underestimate us, boy."
Gaardal watched as Kayle staggered to his feet, trying to speak into his pearl at the same time fend him off. Â It did him no good.
Gaardal made a fist and backhanded the boy hard across the jaw, sending him staggering back. Â Pulling a dagger from his boot, he advanced on the midlander, snarling as he plunged it into his chest.
Kayle gurgled as his words into his pearl were silenced, falling forward against Gaardal's chest. Â The highlander let go of the weapon as the boy crumpled to the ground.
He did not have much time now. Â Quickly, he stripped Kayle down of what he wore, his armor and clothes, as well as his pearl. Â As he stood, items in hand, the crowd of 'Drifters' came, staring at their fallen leader.
"I hope you don't mind me taking these. Â If you hurry, you might be able to heal him."
Gardaal laughed, feeling himself being whisked away back to Ul'Dah. Â Pain seared through his leg just before he slipped into the aether, and when he set feet to ground, he collapsed. Â Looking down, two arrows rested in his right leg, one in his thigh and one under his knee.
He fought the pain as he carried the trophies back to Garston, limping and trailing blood along the stone roads of Ul'Dah.
It was an eventful day, and they will hear from him again. Â Rest assured.
