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Dunruffle
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After posting this i realized i kinda got carried away and wrote too much >.< sorry.
The sun beat down on the portly trader known as Sylvester Kitjon as he chatted with a possible customer. His bald head beaded with sweat as his usually upright waxed mustache drooped in the oppressive heat. His attire was one that was both practical and but also stylish. His trousers were lined with various hidden pockets and his slightly stained white shirt was made of a rare light but highly resistant material. What made him stand out the most was his dark purple overcoat that he always wore. In Kitjon's opinion, it was better to be noticeable rather than discreet. When competing in crowded markets, simply hollering to advertise your wares was not enough, you needed something to make you stand out and be unique. The plum colored overcoat not only was eye catching, but also a distinctive feature. One that gave returning customers a sense of familiarity when returning to shop.
Sylvester Kitjon was one of the more well known traders around the wasteland. Simply for the fact that he went out of his way to obtain unique and rare items that his customers would want. These items varied from rare medicinal herbs, to unique custom parts for old machinery that the more remote settlements relied on. Over time, this led to him attaining small fame as a reliable but also fair merchant. He even had a small stash of candy for when parents brought their children along. This was not only a nice gesture, but a marketing tactic. If the child knew they would receive candy when shopping with their parents, they would want to tag along. As a result, the parents had a higher chance of buying extra to either spoil their child, or satisfy their incessant pestering for a certain item.
The young man that Kitjon was trading with was on his way to make his fortune in one of the big cities. Kitjon offered some fatherly advice over which ways were safest and how to recognize when he was was being ripped off. While they chatted, Kitjon was able to convince the young man to buy some extra supplies for the road as well as a wallet that attaches to a belt to prevent pick-pocketing. Concluding their business, Kitjon bade the young man good luck and waved as he walked away. Sighing, Kitjon took out a handkerchief and wiped off the sweat from his head and sat down on the small stool behind his table. Behind him, his modified cerberus offered some shade with its bulk. The rear of the vehicle had been expanded and covered in metal to both carry more items as well as protect the more fragile goods from the elements. It had been a pricey purchase, but one that had paid off well over time. On the side in eye-catching bright purple lettering were the words, "Kitjon's Traveling Store".
Kitjon felt a presence in front of him and looked up to see three rough looking men. One was short and skinny, with beady rat like eyes and green dyed hair. The second was tall and lanky, with a tattoo on his right cheek. The third man was large and muscular, with a large scar across his mouth. Sensing trouble, but not trying to be discriminatory, Kitjon put on his best smile. "Welcome gentlemen! Are you here to browse my wares? I assure you I have just about anything you might possibly need." The lanky man stepped forward and sneered, "here's the thing man. You are selling on our turf, and you did not pay the tax for protection. As it is your first time here, I am willing to be nice and give you a chance to pay up. If you don't...then you might not like our response." The smaller man laughed evilly as the brute of the three cracked his knuckles threateningly. Sighing in disappointment, Kitjon crossed his arms defiantly. "I am afraid I cannot do that. Now i kindly ask you to please leave or you may get hurt." The lanky leader paused, clearly expecting the opposite reaction. "What did you just say you fat fuck? It sounded like you were asking to get your ass kicked." Kitjon stood his ground and glared at the thugs, "I warned you." Turning to the cerberus, Kitjon knocked on the side. "Nork? Can you come out here for a second? I need your assistance."
The cerberus groaned as a massive weight shifted inside. The doors to the cargo space opened and the vehicle creaked as the massive weight was lifted from the shock absorbers. A giant of a man rounded the corner of the vehicle, his massive size towering over even the brutish thug. His long unkempt hair hung around his shoulders as his small beady eyes turned to Kitjon. "Wassa matter boss? Need me ta lift sometin?" Kitjon smiled and shook his head, "not this time Nork. These men have threatened to hurt me. Please teach them some manners, but do not kill them. Simply teach them a lesson." Nork's eyes narrowed as he turned to face the three thugs. "You gonna hurt boss? Imma hurt you first, nobody messes with the boss!" Nork roared the last words, causing the thugs to instinctively flinch.Recovering and putting on a brave face, the leader smacked the other two. "Dont let that freak scare you! Sounds like he is dumber than a proxy, plus we have weapons." The leader reached behind himself and pulled out a long curved knife. The small ratlike man reached into his pocket and pulled out an extendable stun baton, activating it with a buzz. The brutish thug pulled out a spiked club and growled.
The three thugs spread out as Nork lumbered towards them. The four combatants were silent for a moment, waiting to see who would make the first move. Nork roared a battlecry and charged towards the knife wielding leader, but whirled around when smaller thug shocked the back of his leg. Nork reached out with surprising speed and grabbed the arm of the offending attacker. "Hehe, that tickled." The small thug cried out in pain as Nork crushed his arm with a sickly popping sound, dropping his stun baton. Nork was about to smash his other fist into the man when the brutish thug charged in and slammed the club into the back of Nork's head. Growling in annoyance, Nork backhanded the the attacking thug, sending him flying into a heap several feet away. Nork turned to face the leader and growled, "little man with little knife no hurt me." The leader sneered, "oh yeah? Lets hear you say that after I cut off your balls and feed them to you!" The man lunged at Nork, swiftly dodging a massive fist and rolling behind him. Before Nork could turn, he jammed the knife deep into Nork's back. Roaring in rage, Nork spun around with the knife still in his back and grabbed the man by the throat. Lifting him off the ground, Nork stared into the man's eyes as he slowly began to squeeze. The man flailed in panic, his breaths becoming pained and strangled as Nork slowly began to crush his throat.
Suddenly Kitjon placed a hand on Nork's arm, "Nork! That is enough!" Nork looked at Kitjon and back at the thug in his hand. He stopped for a moment, clearly deciding on whether to break the man's neck or not. But after a few moments of thinking, Nork dropped the man and turned to Kitjon. "Sorry boss. I dint want him ta hurt ya." Kitjon smiled and patted Nork's massive arm. "I appreciate the thought Nork, but we are not savages like them and kill indiscriminately." Kitjon turned to face the leader but was greeted by the sight of the man running away in fear. Smiling to himself, Kitjon turned back to Nork. "Does that knife hurt Nork?" Nork shrugged and turned around a few times as he tried to look over his shoulder, "itches a little, not bad." Kitjon smiled with relief and began to guide Nork back towards the cerberus. "Let me take that out for you, then you can have some candy for a good job." Nork's eyes lit up in excitement as he gave a wide toothy smile at the praise. "Tanks boss, you da best."
Sylvester Kitjon was one of the more well known traders around the wasteland. Simply for the fact that he went out of his way to obtain unique and rare items that his customers would want. These items varied from rare medicinal herbs, to unique custom parts for old machinery that the more remote settlements relied on. Over time, this led to him attaining small fame as a reliable but also fair merchant. He even had a small stash of candy for when parents brought their children along. This was not only a nice gesture, but a marketing tactic. If the child knew they would receive candy when shopping with their parents, they would want to tag along. As a result, the parents had a higher chance of buying extra to either spoil their child, or satisfy their incessant pestering for a certain item.
The young man that Kitjon was trading with was on his way to make his fortune in one of the big cities. Kitjon offered some fatherly advice over which ways were safest and how to recognize when he was was being ripped off. While they chatted, Kitjon was able to convince the young man to buy some extra supplies for the road as well as a wallet that attaches to a belt to prevent pick-pocketing. Concluding their business, Kitjon bade the young man good luck and waved as he walked away. Sighing, Kitjon took out a handkerchief and wiped off the sweat from his head and sat down on the small stool behind his table. Behind him, his modified cerberus offered some shade with its bulk. The rear of the vehicle had been expanded and covered in metal to both carry more items as well as protect the more fragile goods from the elements. It had been a pricey purchase, but one that had paid off well over time. On the side in eye-catching bright purple lettering were the words, "Kitjon's Traveling Store".
Kitjon felt a presence in front of him and looked up to see three rough looking men. One was short and skinny, with beady rat like eyes and green dyed hair. The second was tall and lanky, with a tattoo on his right cheek. The third man was large and muscular, with a large scar across his mouth. Sensing trouble, but not trying to be discriminatory, Kitjon put on his best smile. "Welcome gentlemen! Are you here to browse my wares? I assure you I have just about anything you might possibly need." The lanky man stepped forward and sneered, "here's the thing man. You are selling on our turf, and you did not pay the tax for protection. As it is your first time here, I am willing to be nice and give you a chance to pay up. If you don't...then you might not like our response." The smaller man laughed evilly as the brute of the three cracked his knuckles threateningly. Sighing in disappointment, Kitjon crossed his arms defiantly. "I am afraid I cannot do that. Now i kindly ask you to please leave or you may get hurt." The lanky leader paused, clearly expecting the opposite reaction. "What did you just say you fat fuck? It sounded like you were asking to get your ass kicked." Kitjon stood his ground and glared at the thugs, "I warned you." Turning to the cerberus, Kitjon knocked on the side. "Nork? Can you come out here for a second? I need your assistance."
The cerberus groaned as a massive weight shifted inside. The doors to the cargo space opened and the vehicle creaked as the massive weight was lifted from the shock absorbers. A giant of a man rounded the corner of the vehicle, his massive size towering over even the brutish thug. His long unkempt hair hung around his shoulders as his small beady eyes turned to Kitjon. "Wassa matter boss? Need me ta lift sometin?" Kitjon smiled and shook his head, "not this time Nork. These men have threatened to hurt me. Please teach them some manners, but do not kill them. Simply teach them a lesson." Nork's eyes narrowed as he turned to face the three thugs. "You gonna hurt boss? Imma hurt you first, nobody messes with the boss!" Nork roared the last words, causing the thugs to instinctively flinch.Recovering and putting on a brave face, the leader smacked the other two. "Dont let that freak scare you! Sounds like he is dumber than a proxy, plus we have weapons." The leader reached behind himself and pulled out a long curved knife. The small ratlike man reached into his pocket and pulled out an extendable stun baton, activating it with a buzz. The brutish thug pulled out a spiked club and growled.
The three thugs spread out as Nork lumbered towards them. The four combatants were silent for a moment, waiting to see who would make the first move. Nork roared a battlecry and charged towards the knife wielding leader, but whirled around when smaller thug shocked the back of his leg. Nork reached out with surprising speed and grabbed the arm of the offending attacker. "Hehe, that tickled." The small thug cried out in pain as Nork crushed his arm with a sickly popping sound, dropping his stun baton. Nork was about to smash his other fist into the man when the brutish thug charged in and slammed the club into the back of Nork's head. Growling in annoyance, Nork backhanded the the attacking thug, sending him flying into a heap several feet away. Nork turned to face the leader and growled, "little man with little knife no hurt me." The leader sneered, "oh yeah? Lets hear you say that after I cut off your balls and feed them to you!" The man lunged at Nork, swiftly dodging a massive fist and rolling behind him. Before Nork could turn, he jammed the knife deep into Nork's back. Roaring in rage, Nork spun around with the knife still in his back and grabbed the man by the throat. Lifting him off the ground, Nork stared into the man's eyes as he slowly began to squeeze. The man flailed in panic, his breaths becoming pained and strangled as Nork slowly began to crush his throat.
Suddenly Kitjon placed a hand on Nork's arm, "Nork! That is enough!" Nork looked at Kitjon and back at the thug in his hand. He stopped for a moment, clearly deciding on whether to break the man's neck or not. But after a few moments of thinking, Nork dropped the man and turned to Kitjon. "Sorry boss. I dint want him ta hurt ya." Kitjon smiled and patted Nork's massive arm. "I appreciate the thought Nork, but we are not savages like them and kill indiscriminately." Kitjon turned to face the leader but was greeted by the sight of the man running away in fear. Smiling to himself, Kitjon turned back to Nork. "Does that knife hurt Nork?" Nork shrugged and turned around a few times as he tried to look over his shoulder, "itches a little, not bad." Kitjon smiled with relief and began to guide Nork back towards the cerberus. "Let me take that out for you, then you can have some candy for a good job." Nork's eyes lit up in excitement as he gave a wide toothy smile at the praise. "Tanks boss, you da best."
