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<blockquote data-quote="ChrisKarter" data-source="post: 7969040" data-attributes="member: 7023103"><p style="text-align: center">[ATTACH=full]121228[/ATTACH]</p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><strong><u>CHAPTER 1: THE INDOLENT WITCHER</u></strong></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">EXT. BEAUCLAIR PORT, BEAUCLAIR, TOUSSAINT - MORNING</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The Port District buzzes with activity as the wheels of Toussaint's economy turn with max efficiency. Stevedores race to load and unload cargo. The aroma in the air of Beauclair's wine blended with the scent of the Sansretour river was diluted by the stench of poverty and sweat of the Capital's populace.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Even in a crowd as diverse and densely populated as the one at Beauclair Port, where eccentric socialites in their flamboyant garb walk among the downtrodden and homeless, where knights in ornamental suits of armor display it ostentatiously amid drunkards and scoundrels alike, the lone witcher known simply as Avonis of Kovir still managed to stand out in the herd.</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">[ATTACH=full]121229[/ATTACH]</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The muscle-toned witcher walks through the crowd wearing a dark tattered cloak. He stands over six feet tall and visually appears to be in his late thirties. Under the hood this witcher conceals short unkempt hair, sun-kissed brown with hints of blonde, and a striking visage that maintains it's crude rough-around-the-edges quality thanks to a scruffy facial beard and an array of several scars. Even with a cloak on his shoulders the sleeveless shirt he wears shows off an impressive physique, the muscle definition in his arms deterring attention away from the various scars on pale skin. What makes Avonis stand out from your typical ruffian isn't the rare silver sword sheathed on the back of his exceptionally athletic and well-fed frame, it was his radiant amber eyes that could pierce through the night that truly separated him from the masses.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">He strolls the docks waterside frequently looking out to the Sansretour River. His steps take him to the end of a small dock, he stands at the edge looking out at the river with his back to the city, perhaps admiring how the sun still beams through the clouds of Mount Gorgon and reflects off the water. From the crowd behind him a person emerges and begins to approach. This particular person was a very young man no older than twenty, blonde wavy hair, wearing an elegant golden yellow tunic, his attire was topped off with a matching cavalier hat adorned with an annoyingly large crimson feather. In comparison to Avonis he was very small in stature and his hygiene was pristine. The young man lifts his hand to speak but inches forth with reservation. Before the lad can muster the courage to strike up a conversation, the witcher cuts to the chase.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Who are you and what do you want?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis kneels down looking over the edge of the dock and into the water. He tucks a medallion inside his shirt and stares at his own reflection. The young man apologizes, approaches, and attempts to introduce himself with the proper formality of a true Toussaintois.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">I am Jeronimo Gilligan Babineaux the Third - poet, minstrel, and troubadour at your service.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis doesn't react until Jeronimo's head appears in the reflection in the water. The bard was peering over his shoulder, ever so curious to what the witcher was staring at. Avonis grumbles and stands up. Jeronimo looks confused when the witcher walks away. He doesn't hesitate to follow him and call for his attention.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Excuse me! Witcher! Witcher! Do you have a moment? Witcher!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo finally catches up to him, after weaving in and out of traffic, and starts to follow his direct path, step for step. Citizens were much more inclined to move out of the witcher's way, a courtesy he was not afforded.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Why are you still following me little man?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Ah, yes! If you would give me just a moment, I will kindly explain myself good sir. Just a moment if you will.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis suddenly come to a stop and Jeronimo walks into him by mistake. Jeronimo briefly looks embarrassed and apologizes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Sorry witcher, now as I were... I am Jeronimo Gilligan Babineaux the Third --</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">On with it already.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo coughs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Of course. You see witcher, every troubadour has a calling, and when the stars align as if Lebioda is dangling his tender loins of destiny in front of your face himself...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo holds his palm out in front of his face and tickles the air before closing his fist and jerking it away as if snatching something away, but his theatrics further annoy the impatient witcher.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">One would be a fool to not reach out and grab them by the --</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">I said on with it! Speak to me in common tongue, not riddles and poems.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Very well. I intend to study the seven liberal arts at Oxenfurt University. You see, I plan on following in the footsteps of Julian Pankratz - excuse me - you may know him as, Dandelion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo says “Dandelion” in a way that makes it obvious he expects a reaction. He awaits for a response but the witcher glares at him with contempt. Jeronimo isn't sure if the witcher knows who he is talking about so he continues to elaborate until Avonis cuts him off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Dandelion. You know, Julian Alfred Pankratz? Viscount de Lettenhove. Master of the Seven Liberal Arts --</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">(frustrated)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Yes I may have heard the name. What does this have to do with me?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Well, I have noticed you haven't been very active as of late just strolling around the docks aimlessly...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis raises an eyebrow and questions him sternly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">You've been watching me, have you?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo puckers up responding with arrogance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">I've done my reconnaissance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Are you a Nilfgaardian spy?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The accusation confuses Jeronimo and catches him off guard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">No...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Redanian?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Gods no! Although, I am flattered that you think I'm a spy at all. I always suspected I had it, but you really never know until you know, and your speculation is just a confirmation of the reassurance I already had in my raw and untapped abilities...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo speaks so sure of himself before Avonis snaps at him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Listen little man, I don't know what you want.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Well if you just listen witcher --</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">My name is not witcher, little man.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">My name is not little man, witcher.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">I will throttle you to death little man.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">It's your fault you never introduced yourself. Quite rude, but I'm not judging, not really.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis takes a deep breath before responding.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">I am Avonis, Avonis of Kovir.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The witcher holds out his hand.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Well met Avonis of Kovir and Poviss, ow...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis squeezes the bard's hand in a way to inflict him pain, but for only a split second before releasing it, because causing him even the briefest amount of pain gave the witcher satisfaction. When Avonis lets go of his hand, Jeronimo shakes it off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Brute-ish... As you should already know, I am Jeronimo Gilligan Babineaux the Third. I would like to formally request the official title of your le gérant, your unofficial le confessuer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Before Avonis could scold him for introducing himself for a third time, the bard throws a curveball at him that he didn't quite understand.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The official unofficial title of my what now?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Your delegate, your manager if you will. It'll be my responsibility to find you work, contracts, and be somebody you can confide in and trust, all in exchange for an equitable percentage, of course.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Did you just say, an "equitable percentage"?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Yes, my tuition at Oxenfurt isn't going to pay for itself - I could be your liaison to high society. Up until this most recent tiff by my dastardly uncle Javier, the House of Babineaux was practically royalty in Toussaint. Even in it's current standing I think the name alone justifies ten percent, but in the near future it'd be appropriate to discuss a raise.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">(scoffs)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">naughty word off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis marches towards San Sebastian and disappears into the crowd. Jeronimo is left standing there alone feeling dejected. Although the witcher wouldn't listen to Jeronimo's plea, it was true, even at his young age Jeronimo was somewhat of a luminary among the socialites of the gentry in Beauclair. He was a fairly talented musician as well, but what does an indolent witcher really need an audacious "poet, minstrel, and troubadour" for anyway?</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ChrisKarter, post: 7969040, member: 7023103"] [CENTER][ATTACH type="full" alt="Beauclair Port (635x300).jpg"]121228[/ATTACH] [FONT=times new roman][B][U]CHAPTER 1: THE INDOLENT WITCHER[/U][/B][/FONT][/CENTER] [FONT=times new roman]EXT. BEAUCLAIR PORT, BEAUCLAIR, TOUSSAINT - MORNING The Port District buzzes with activity as the wheels of Toussaint's economy turn with max efficiency. Stevedores race to load and unload cargo. The aroma in the air of Beauclair's wine blended with the scent of the Sansretour river was diluted by the stench of poverty and sweat of the Capital's populace. Even in a crowd as diverse and densely populated as the one at Beauclair Port, where eccentric socialites in their flamboyant garb walk among the downtrodden and homeless, where knights in ornamental suits of armor display it ostentatiously amid drunkards and scoundrels alike, the lone witcher known simply as Avonis of Kovir still managed to stand out in the herd.[/FONT] [CENTER][ATTACH type="full" width="212px" alt="Avonis concept (820x1122).png"]121229[/ATTACH] [FONT=times new roman][/FONT][/CENTER] [FONT=times new roman]The muscle-toned witcher walks through the crowd wearing a dark tattered cloak. He stands over six feet tall and visually appears to be in his late thirties. Under the hood this witcher conceals short unkempt hair, sun-kissed brown with hints of blonde, and a striking visage that maintains it's crude rough-around-the-edges quality thanks to a scruffy facial beard and an array of several scars. Even with a cloak on his shoulders the sleeveless shirt he wears shows off an impressive physique, the muscle definition in his arms deterring attention away from the various scars on pale skin. What makes Avonis stand out from your typical ruffian isn't the rare silver sword sheathed on the back of his exceptionally athletic and well-fed frame, it was his radiant amber eyes that could pierce through the night that truly separated him from the masses. He strolls the docks waterside frequently looking out to the Sansretour River. His steps take him to the end of a small dock, he stands at the edge looking out at the river with his back to the city, perhaps admiring how the sun still beams through the clouds of Mount Gorgon and reflects off the water. From the crowd behind him a person emerges and begins to approach. This particular person was a very young man no older than twenty, blonde wavy hair, wearing an elegant golden yellow tunic, his attire was topped off with a matching cavalier hat adorned with an annoyingly large crimson feather. In comparison to Avonis he was very small in stature and his hygiene was pristine. The young man lifts his hand to speak but inches forth with reservation. Before the lad can muster the courage to strike up a conversation, the witcher cuts to the chase. AVONIS Who are you and what do you want? Avonis kneels down looking over the edge of the dock and into the water. He tucks a medallion inside his shirt and stares at his own reflection. The young man apologizes, approaches, and attempts to introduce himself with the proper formality of a true Toussaintois. JERONIMO I am Jeronimo Gilligan Babineaux the Third - poet, minstrel, and troubadour at your service. Avonis doesn't react until Jeronimo's head appears in the reflection in the water. The bard was peering over his shoulder, ever so curious to what the witcher was staring at. Avonis grumbles and stands up. Jeronimo looks confused when the witcher walks away. He doesn't hesitate to follow him and call for his attention. JERONIMO Excuse me! Witcher! Witcher! Do you have a moment? Witcher! Jeronimo finally catches up to him, after weaving in and out of traffic, and starts to follow his direct path, step for step. Citizens were much more inclined to move out of the witcher's way, a courtesy he was not afforded. AVONIS Why are you still following me little man? JERONIMO Ah, yes! If you would give me just a moment, I will kindly explain myself good sir. Just a moment if you will. Avonis suddenly come to a stop and Jeronimo walks into him by mistake. Jeronimo briefly looks embarrassed and apologizes. JERONIMO Sorry witcher, now as I were... I am Jeronimo Gilligan Babineaux the Third -- AVONIS On with it already. Jeronimo coughs. JERONIMO Of course. You see witcher, every troubadour has a calling, and when the stars align as if Lebioda is dangling his tender loins of destiny in front of your face himself... Jeronimo holds his palm out in front of his face and tickles the air before closing his fist and jerking it away as if snatching something away, but his theatrics further annoy the impatient witcher. JERONIMO One would be a fool to not reach out and grab them by the -- AVONIS I said on with it! Speak to me in common tongue, not riddles and poems. JERONIMO Very well. I intend to study the seven liberal arts at Oxenfurt University. You see, I plan on following in the footsteps of Julian Pankratz - excuse me - you may know him as, Dandelion. Jeronimo says “Dandelion” in a way that makes it obvious he expects a reaction. He awaits for a response but the witcher glares at him with contempt. Jeronimo isn't sure if the witcher knows who he is talking about so he continues to elaborate until Avonis cuts him off. JERONIMO Dandelion. You know, Julian Alfred Pankratz? Viscount de Lettenhove. Master of the Seven Liberal Arts -- AVONIS (frustrated) Yes I may have heard the name. What does this have to do with me? JERONIMO Well, I have noticed you haven't been very active as of late just strolling around the docks aimlessly... Avonis raises an eyebrow and questions him sternly. AVONIS You've been watching me, have you? Jeronimo puckers up responding with arrogance. JERONIMO I've done my reconnaissance. AVONIS Are you a Nilfgaardian spy? The accusation confuses Jeronimo and catches him off guard. JERONIMO No... AVONIS Redanian? JERONIMO Gods no! Although, I am flattered that you think I'm a spy at all. I always suspected I had it, but you really never know until you know, and your speculation is just a confirmation of the reassurance I already had in my raw and untapped abilities... Jeronimo speaks so sure of himself before Avonis snaps at him. AVONIS Listen little man, I don't know what you want. JERONIMO Well if you just listen witcher -- AVONIS My name is not witcher, little man. JERONIMO My name is not little man, witcher. AVONIS I will throttle you to death little man. JERONIMO It's your fault you never introduced yourself. Quite rude, but I'm not judging, not really. Avonis takes a deep breath before responding. AVONIS I am Avonis, Avonis of Kovir. The witcher holds out his hand. JERONIMO Well met Avonis of Kovir and Poviss, ow... Avonis squeezes the bard's hand in a way to inflict him pain, but for only a split second before releasing it, because causing him even the briefest amount of pain gave the witcher satisfaction. When Avonis lets go of his hand, Jeronimo shakes it off. JERONIMO Brute-ish... As you should already know, I am Jeronimo Gilligan Babineaux the Third. I would like to formally request the official title of your le gérant, your unofficial le confessuer. Before Avonis could scold him for introducing himself for a third time, the bard throws a curveball at him that he didn't quite understand. AVONIS The official unofficial title of my what now? JERONIMO Your delegate, your manager if you will. It'll be my responsibility to find you work, contracts, and be somebody you can confide in and trust, all in exchange for an equitable percentage, of course. AVONIS Did you just say, an "equitable percentage"? JERONIMO Yes, my tuition at Oxenfurt isn't going to pay for itself - I could be your liaison to high society. Up until this most recent tiff by my dastardly uncle Javier, the House of Babineaux was practically royalty in Toussaint. Even in it's current standing I think the name alone justifies ten percent, but in the near future it'd be appropriate to discuss a raise. AVONIS (scoffs) naughty word off. Avonis marches towards San Sebastian and disappears into the crowd. Jeronimo is left standing there alone feeling dejected. Although the witcher wouldn't listen to Jeronimo's plea, it was true, even at his young age Jeronimo was somewhat of a luminary among the socialites of the gentry in Beauclair. He was a fairly talented musician as well, but what does an indolent witcher really need an audacious "poet, minstrel, and troubadour" for anyway?[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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