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The Persuers
OOC: Don't worry about it, Isolde. The next few events can take place a few hours before dawn. A little time lapse never hurt anybody...
IC:
The brown cloaked figure saw the two drow and narrowed its glowing red eyes. Its bent shape lowered itself even more to the ground, then suddenly leapt forwards. What was once a lumbering, heavy object was now as quick and flighty as the wind. The creature swept through the air, lashing its iron claws out at its two enemies. Only the Dark Elves' speed kept them from being skewered.
The cloaked creature landed with a crash, its heavy frame cracking the cobblestones into pebbles.
"I do not seek you. Leave me in peace."
OOC: Don't worry about it, Isolde. The next few events can take place a few hours before dawn. A little time lapse never hurt anybody...
IC:
The brown cloaked figure saw the two drow and narrowed its glowing red eyes. Its bent shape lowered itself even more to the ground, then suddenly leapt forwards. What was once a lumbering, heavy object was now as quick and flighty as the wind. The creature swept through the air, lashing its iron claws out at its two enemies. Only the Dark Elves' speed kept them from being skewered.
The cloaked creature landed with a crash, its heavy frame cracking the cobblestones into pebbles.
"I do not seek you. Leave me in peace."
Princess Mel
Mel was having a wonderful dream. In it, she was the beloved daughter of the wisest and richest king in the empire. She was wooed by the most handsome princes in the world, each seeking to not only win the treasures and power of her family, but the love of the beautiful princess herself. Her suitors traveled from leagues away, each bringing wonderous gift after gift, all in an effort to win her heart.
Soon her eyes set upon a dashing young nobleman from the east, the heir to one of their kingdoms' richest families. He was handsome, charming, and intelligent; all loved him just as all loved her. He was the perfect match for the beautiful princess, and their marriage was assured to last forever. Eternal bliss was theirs.
The wedding came and went, and soon Mel found herself at the marriage bed with her handsome new husband. He had begun their lovemaking slowly, delivering caresses and kisses teasingly throughout her body. The fire within her burned steadily as his flesh melted against her own, and as time and his teasings proved too much, her hunger begged to be sated.
Mel suddenly felt her husband grasp her by the shoulder and shake her somewhat roughly. This was more than she could take, and soon the princess rose from her bed with a shout of "TAKE ME, MY LOVE!" and crushed her lips to her husband's.
But as the fog of sleep began to fade, Mel noticed that she was not in her dream husband's palacial estates, but a run down empty building. Clothed was he not in the finest garments, but rough cotton and leathers. And his fine, smooth shaven features had been replaced by the rough texture of unshaven stubble.
Mel's eyes popped open as she broke the kiss and backed away slowly. In front of her was not the husband of her dreams, but the commoner from last night's nightmare.
The princess screamed.
Mel was having a wonderful dream. In it, she was the beloved daughter of the wisest and richest king in the empire. She was wooed by the most handsome princes in the world, each seeking to not only win the treasures and power of her family, but the love of the beautiful princess herself. Her suitors traveled from leagues away, each bringing wonderous gift after gift, all in an effort to win her heart.
Soon her eyes set upon a dashing young nobleman from the east, the heir to one of their kingdoms' richest families. He was handsome, charming, and intelligent; all loved him just as all loved her. He was the perfect match for the beautiful princess, and their marriage was assured to last forever. Eternal bliss was theirs.
The wedding came and went, and soon Mel found herself at the marriage bed with her handsome new husband. He had begun their lovemaking slowly, delivering caresses and kisses teasingly throughout her body. The fire within her burned steadily as his flesh melted against her own, and as time and his teasings proved too much, her hunger begged to be sated.
Mel suddenly felt her husband grasp her by the shoulder and shake her somewhat roughly. This was more than she could take, and soon the princess rose from her bed with a shout of "TAKE ME, MY LOVE!" and crushed her lips to her husband's.
But as the fog of sleep began to fade, Mel noticed that she was not in her dream husband's palacial estates, but a run down empty building. Clothed was he not in the finest garments, but rough cotton and leathers. And his fine, smooth shaven features had been replaced by the rough texture of unshaven stubble.
Mel's eyes popped open as she broke the kiss and backed away slowly. In front of her was not the husband of her dreams, but the commoner from last night's nightmare.
The princess screamed.
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Nara Wyvenspur
The creature's speed surprised them both, but they managed to avoid its attack. Much to Zariel's surprise, Nara's fingers moved nimbly in the signs of the Drow's secret handtalk language, "This fight is not ours. We have delayed it enough for those whom it pursued to escape. I do not want the attention that fighting it will bring. His fingers flashed back, "I agree. We will let it pass."
Nara spoke aloud then, to the creature. "Very well, then. We want no part of you, or your mission. Good evening." Slowly, the two Zhentarim backed away from the creature, which watched them carefully.
Later, after Nara had dropped the Drow guise she had worn much of the night, they snuck into her mansion. "I would give a pretty penny to know who has stuck their nose into this place. I do not like a powerful, unknown wizard running loose around here. In the morning, I will have my respectable servants post banns announcing the formation of the adventuring party. Right now, however, I will be sending my less respectable men out to find out more about this wizard."
The creature's speed surprised them both, but they managed to avoid its attack. Much to Zariel's surprise, Nara's fingers moved nimbly in the signs of the Drow's secret handtalk language, "This fight is not ours. We have delayed it enough for those whom it pursued to escape. I do not want the attention that fighting it will bring. His fingers flashed back, "I agree. We will let it pass."
Nara spoke aloud then, to the creature. "Very well, then. We want no part of you, or your mission. Good evening." Slowly, the two Zhentarim backed away from the creature, which watched them carefully.
Later, after Nara had dropped the Drow guise she had worn much of the night, they snuck into her mansion. "I would give a pretty penny to know who has stuck their nose into this place. I do not like a powerful, unknown wizard running loose around here. In the morning, I will have my respectable servants post banns announcing the formation of the adventuring party. Right now, however, I will be sending my less respectable men out to find out more about this wizard."
The Persuers
"They have left," said the hooded figure to the shadows behind him. "Shall I continue on my hunt?"
The shadow shuddered for a bit before its whispery voice answered. "You should have killed those two... their meddling will lead to our master's wrath... but no matter. It is almost dawn... we must cease our persuit until dusk falls again..."
The shadow then disappeared, leaving the brown cloaked figure alone in the street. The bent creature then lurched forwards into a steady walk, its heavy body moving silently through the darkness.
"They have left," said the hooded figure to the shadows behind him. "Shall I continue on my hunt?"
The shadow shuddered for a bit before its whispery voice answered. "You should have killed those two... their meddling will lead to our master's wrath... but no matter. It is almost dawn... we must cease our persuit until dusk falls again..."
The shadow then disappeared, leaving the brown cloaked figure alone in the street. The bent creature then lurched forwards into a steady walk, its heavy body moving silently through the darkness.
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Cole
To say that Cole was surprised when the princess shouted "TAKE ME, MY LOVE!" and flung herself at him, pressing her lips firmly to his would to make the understatement of the century.
For a moment he was so taken aback that he honestly didnt know what to do which, in Cole's line of work, didnt happen often. Usually when a woman threw herself at him, he simply took the opportunity and the offer and ran with it. However, the lady was usually awake when it happened and Mel was obviously not.
The moment was abruptly broken when the princess did wake up and begin screaming. Now Cole knew what to do. Become completely insulted and slap his hand over her mouth. Both of which happened about at the same time. The being insulted part only coming in first by the slimmest margin.
"Shhh!," He hissed at her,"Do you want to bring a whole brigaid of those things that chased us down on our heads? I am only one man, you know. I may be talented but I am not invincible."
When the princess seemed to have calmed down, he took his hand away slowly and said,"I brought somthing to eat and some clean clothes that are a bit more servicable than what you are wearing now. I even managed to snag a brush. You look like you can use it."
Rising and moving to his sack, he begin to set out the things from his bag.
"We have to eat and you have to change quickly. I saw some flyers around town that just might get us out of town and away from danger, giving us a chance to find something out about what is happening without losing our lives."
"Someone is having an expedition out of town. I dont actually care where it takes us as long as it is out of town but we would be less likely to be spotted if we were part of a group rather than going it alone."
Tossing the clothes and shoes into her lap, he grabbed a piece of fruit and begin to eat as he sorted through things to take and begin to repack them.
To say that Cole was surprised when the princess shouted "TAKE ME, MY LOVE!" and flung herself at him, pressing her lips firmly to his would to make the understatement of the century.
For a moment he was so taken aback that he honestly didnt know what to do which, in Cole's line of work, didnt happen often. Usually when a woman threw herself at him, he simply took the opportunity and the offer and ran with it. However, the lady was usually awake when it happened and Mel was obviously not.
The moment was abruptly broken when the princess did wake up and begin screaming. Now Cole knew what to do. Become completely insulted and slap his hand over her mouth. Both of which happened about at the same time. The being insulted part only coming in first by the slimmest margin.
"Shhh!," He hissed at her,"Do you want to bring a whole brigaid of those things that chased us down on our heads? I am only one man, you know. I may be talented but I am not invincible."
When the princess seemed to have calmed down, he took his hand away slowly and said,"I brought somthing to eat and some clean clothes that are a bit more servicable than what you are wearing now. I even managed to snag a brush. You look like you can use it."
Rising and moving to his sack, he begin to set out the things from his bag.
"We have to eat and you have to change quickly. I saw some flyers around town that just might get us out of town and away from danger, giving us a chance to find something out about what is happening without losing our lives."
"Someone is having an expedition out of town. I dont actually care where it takes us as long as it is out of town but we would be less likely to be spotted if we were part of a group rather than going it alone."
Tossing the clothes and shoes into her lap, he grabbed a piece of fruit and begin to eat as he sorted through things to take and begin to repack them.
Princess Mel
Mel went behind a stack of boxes before taking off her worn clothes and trying on the clean ones Cole had brought. She was increadibly embarrassed at what had occurred earlier, and her damaged pride saught out some way to make the incident forgotten. Of course, the only way to do so which came to her mind was complaining.
"These rags are atrocious!" she said after pulling the dress on. "It is not only uncomfortable, but made of a course material. This certainly will not do! I have delicate skin, and it will chaffe if touched by anything less than silk or velvet."
The Princess then looked at the brush Cole had given her. "And this! What do you want me to do with this item, scrub a horse's hide with it?! My hair is too fine and flowing for such a low grade implement. I demand that you go out and find me something more suitable in ways of garment and hygene supplies."
Mel went behind a stack of boxes before taking off her worn clothes and trying on the clean ones Cole had brought. She was increadibly embarrassed at what had occurred earlier, and her damaged pride saught out some way to make the incident forgotten. Of course, the only way to do so which came to her mind was complaining.
"These rags are atrocious!" she said after pulling the dress on. "It is not only uncomfortable, but made of a course material. This certainly will not do! I have delicate skin, and it will chaffe if touched by anything less than silk or velvet."
The Princess then looked at the brush Cole had given her. "And this! What do you want me to do with this item, scrub a horse's hide with it?! My hair is too fine and flowing for such a low grade implement. I demand that you go out and find me something more suitable in ways of garment and hygene supplies."
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Cole
Cole sighed and bit back the reply he had ready about exactly what she could do with the brush and instead reached into the sack and took out a bottle of liniment.
Walking over the princess, he took her hand and placed it in her palm after opening it. The smell that came from it was enough to make a stable hand pass out and a smile came to his lips as the princess gagged.
"That will cure any chafing you have. I give it to anyone fresh in the saddle when I work as a guard to a caravan. It works wonders. If you can survive the smell that is."
Reaching into his boot, he pulled the knife from it and took a small bit of the princess' hair in his other hand.
"As for the problem with your golden and sensitive tresses. That is easily solved as well."
Cole sighed and bit back the reply he had ready about exactly what she could do with the brush and instead reached into the sack and took out a bottle of liniment.
Walking over the princess, he took her hand and placed it in her palm after opening it. The smell that came from it was enough to make a stable hand pass out and a smile came to his lips as the princess gagged.
"That will cure any chafing you have. I give it to anyone fresh in the saddle when I work as a guard to a caravan. It works wonders. If you can survive the smell that is."
Reaching into his boot, he pulled the knife from it and took a small bit of the princess' hair in his other hand.
"As for the problem with your golden and sensitive tresses. That is easily solved as well."
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The Adventuring Party is begun...
On several of the streetcorners, in various pubs and inns, and posted around town, a call goes out for experienced adventurers to form a party, sponsored by well-respected local noble, Nara Wyvernspur. Interested people should go to her mansion and interview.
OOC: Here it is, folks. All you adventuring types, and anyone else who thinks their character might want to muck about in a dungeon, fighting nasty critters, needs to post that you are heading for the Wyvernspur Mansion. I'll give everyone a couple of days to catch up and get hired, and I expect the party to move out Wednesday night, or Thursday morning. Please note, that NO ONE knows that Nara is a priestess of Mask. She is known as an honorable member of the nobility, and well-liked.
On several of the streetcorners, in various pubs and inns, and posted around town, a call goes out for experienced adventurers to form a party, sponsored by well-respected local noble, Nara Wyvernspur. Interested people should go to her mansion and interview.
OOC: Here it is, folks. All you adventuring types, and anyone else who thinks their character might want to muck about in a dungeon, fighting nasty critters, needs to post that you are heading for the Wyvernspur Mansion. I'll give everyone a couple of days to catch up and get hired, and I expect the party to move out Wednesday night, or Thursday morning. Please note, that NO ONE knows that Nara is a priestess of Mask. She is known as an honorable member of the nobility, and well-liked.
Princess Mel
Mel shrieked when Cole threatened to cut off her hair. She jumped away from the man, her hands going to her golden locks as if to protect them from harm.
"You foul cretin!" she shouted. "How dare you?! First you molest me while I am unconcious, now you threaten to mutilate my luxurious hair? Try it and I'll... I'll... I'll scream!"
Mel shrieked when Cole threatened to cut off her hair. She jumped away from the man, her hands going to her golden locks as if to protect them from harm.
"You foul cretin!" she shouted. "How dare you?! First you molest me while I am unconcious, now you threaten to mutilate my luxurious hair? Try it and I'll... I'll... I'll scream!"
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Cole
Cole laughed and threw the knife up in the air where it spun around before he caught it again and slid it back into his boot.
"And exactly what you you call what you are doing now, Princess?," He said, still laughing,"Whispering?"
Moving over to pack up the rest of the items in the bag, he took a hunk of cheese and some bread and handed them to her before taking her arm and guiding her out toward the horse.
"Just remember, your royal highness, you can complain all you want but dont be surprised at the solutions I come up with. I have lived with the unpleasant all my life. And have found that sometimes it is the less than desirable that gets the fastest results."
Placing Mel on the horse, he moved behind her and placed an arm around her again so she could eat as they rode. Moving his mouth by her ear, he said quietly,"You will also find that I dare alot of things most ordinary men wont."
Moving out into the street, he headed toward the Wyvernspur Mansion which he had scoped out on his small gathering mission this morning. It had been clear then, no one watching it and he wondered if whomever was after the princess was partial to working in the dark. It wouldnt be the first enemy he knew who felt that way.
Cole laughed and threw the knife up in the air where it spun around before he caught it again and slid it back into his boot.
"And exactly what you you call what you are doing now, Princess?," He said, still laughing,"Whispering?"
Moving over to pack up the rest of the items in the bag, he took a hunk of cheese and some bread and handed them to her before taking her arm and guiding her out toward the horse.
"Just remember, your royal highness, you can complain all you want but dont be surprised at the solutions I come up with. I have lived with the unpleasant all my life. And have found that sometimes it is the less than desirable that gets the fastest results."
Placing Mel on the horse, he moved behind her and placed an arm around her again so she could eat as they rode. Moving his mouth by her ear, he said quietly,"You will also find that I dare alot of things most ordinary men wont."
Moving out into the street, he headed toward the Wyvernspur Mansion which he had scoped out on his small gathering mission this morning. It had been clear then, no one watching it and he wondered if whomever was after the princess was partial to working in the dark. It wouldnt be the first enemy he knew who felt that way.
Princess Mel
Mel sat silently on the saddle while Cole manuevered the horse through the morning streets of the city. Although the food he had given her was not up to the standards she was used to, the Princess was so hungry that for once basic necessity outweighed her finicky tastes.
She ate a hunk of cheese silently as she deliberated last night's events. First of all, there was a psychotic sorcerer after her. He had killed her bodyguards, and was most likely going to kill her. Secondly, her father thought she was safe at the castle, which meant that there was a fake Mel residing there. This had to be the work of some dark magic, as no mundane impostor could pull off such an amazing hoax.
And third, she had kissed Cole. Yuck.
Mel thought about her would-be protector. Although he was handsome, (she almost choked on a piece of cheese upon that realization) he was a commoner. Being so, he was too beneathe her rank to be noticed as anything more than a servant.
"But," she thought to herself, "he did save me."
Mel sighed. Oh well, when this is all over he shall be well rewarded. Her father would make him a rich man, and everything will be fine for him.
The Princess smiled, her guilt eased. She began munching on the cheese happily as the two of them headed towards the Wyverspur Manor.
Mel sat silently on the saddle while Cole manuevered the horse through the morning streets of the city. Although the food he had given her was not up to the standards she was used to, the Princess was so hungry that for once basic necessity outweighed her finicky tastes.
She ate a hunk of cheese silently as she deliberated last night's events. First of all, there was a psychotic sorcerer after her. He had killed her bodyguards, and was most likely going to kill her. Secondly, her father thought she was safe at the castle, which meant that there was a fake Mel residing there. This had to be the work of some dark magic, as no mundane impostor could pull off such an amazing hoax.
And third, she had kissed Cole. Yuck.
Mel thought about her would-be protector. Although he was handsome, (she almost choked on a piece of cheese upon that realization) he was a commoner. Being so, he was too beneathe her rank to be noticed as anything more than a servant.
"But," she thought to herself, "he did save me."
Mel sighed. Oh well, when this is all over he shall be well rewarded. Her father would make him a rich man, and everything will be fine for him.
The Princess smiled, her guilt eased. She began munching on the cheese happily as the two of them headed towards the Wyverspur Manor.
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Cole
They reached the masion unmolested which might have had something to do with Cole keeping the horse away from the main street and moving down the back paths and alleys as he had done this morning. It wasnt that he was afraid of whomever was after the princess. He pretty much figured they wouldnt work out in the open. But he didnt need anyone recognizing the princess and sending word to the royal household.
It took them longer to reach Wyvernspur Mansion but Cole figured the delay would be worth it. Sliding from the horse, he helped the princess down.
As she was set down, she realized Cole was smiling and he caught the puzzlement in her eyes.
"You are in for a rare treat, Princess," He said, the amusement clear in his voice,"You are going to find out what it feels like to come in through the servant entrance since we obviously cant announce ourselves at the front door.
Before she could protest, he took her elbow and steered her toward the kitchen entrance, opening it and entering the house without knocking. He figured that it would either be the least patrolled area or that the security on it would be magical. Either way someone would know soon enough that they were there."
They reached the masion unmolested which might have had something to do with Cole keeping the horse away from the main street and moving down the back paths and alleys as he had done this morning. It wasnt that he was afraid of whomever was after the princess. He pretty much figured they wouldnt work out in the open. But he didnt need anyone recognizing the princess and sending word to the royal household.
It took them longer to reach Wyvernspur Mansion but Cole figured the delay would be worth it. Sliding from the horse, he helped the princess down.
As she was set down, she realized Cole was smiling and he caught the puzzlement in her eyes.
"You are in for a rare treat, Princess," He said, the amusement clear in his voice,"You are going to find out what it feels like to come in through the servant entrance since we obviously cant announce ourselves at the front door.
Before she could protest, he took her elbow and steered her toward the kitchen entrance, opening it and entering the house without knocking. He figured that it would either be the least patrolled area or that the security on it would be magical. Either way someone would know soon enough that they were there."
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IN the Wyvernspur kitchens
Bela, the head cook for the Wyvernspurs, was having a very bad day. Early this morning, she had been told to expect to feed the new members of an adventuring party her mistress was forming. Unfortunately, she had no idea what such uncouth sorts would want to eat, and she prided herself on pleasing the palates of ALL guests. Just in case, she had picked up a tremendous variety of foodstuffs, which she would turn into cuisine guaranteed to satisfy anything from a halfling to a half-orc.
She stalked around the kitchen, tasting various things, adding spices here, smacking a helper there. Suddenly, into her kitchen came a truly disreputable pair. "Here, now, you lot!" she bellowed, her face reddened with irritation. "All you adventurer-types gotta go 'round front! Anyway, the Lady isn't interviewing none of ya until late afternoon! So be off with the both of ya!"
Bela, the head cook for the Wyvernspurs, was having a very bad day. Early this morning, she had been told to expect to feed the new members of an adventuring party her mistress was forming. Unfortunately, she had no idea what such uncouth sorts would want to eat, and she prided herself on pleasing the palates of ALL guests. Just in case, she had picked up a tremendous variety of foodstuffs, which she would turn into cuisine guaranteed to satisfy anything from a halfling to a half-orc.
She stalked around the kitchen, tasting various things, adding spices here, smacking a helper there. Suddenly, into her kitchen came a truly disreputable pair. "Here, now, you lot!" she bellowed, her face reddened with irritation. "All you adventurer-types gotta go 'round front! Anyway, the Lady isn't interviewing none of ya until late afternoon! So be off with the both of ya!"
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Cole
Cole was not about to go back out and expose the princess to scrutiny. Should anyone get a good look at her, it was all over. He could simply force his way in but decided to try the soft approach first.
Making a show of taking in the smells all around them, he let a contented smile adorn his face.
"Ahhhh, you must be the gormet that is responsible for all these lovely smells that are assaulting my senses. Tell me, how did your mistress steal you out from under the nose of the king. I doubt that those at the castle are treated to such smells and tastes as are contained in this room alone."
"We will be happy to wait until your mistress will see us, however, the lady and I have not eaten and all the wonderful smells are making our mouths simply water. If we could get some of your marvelous cooking to satisfy our hunger, we would be more than willing to work it off. I can fetch and carry very well and the lady can lend her hand helping you clean."
Cole was not about to go back out and expose the princess to scrutiny. Should anyone get a good look at her, it was all over. He could simply force his way in but decided to try the soft approach first.
Making a show of taking in the smells all around them, he let a contented smile adorn his face.
"Ahhhh, you must be the gormet that is responsible for all these lovely smells that are assaulting my senses. Tell me, how did your mistress steal you out from under the nose of the king. I doubt that those at the castle are treated to such smells and tastes as are contained in this room alone."
"We will be happy to wait until your mistress will see us, however, the lady and I have not eaten and all the wonderful smells are making our mouths simply water. If we could get some of your marvelous cooking to satisfy our hunger, we would be more than willing to work it off. I can fetch and carry very well and the lady can lend her hand helping you clean."
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I hate to hit everyone with this so unexpectedly, but I have discovered that SRP takes up way too damn much of my time. Too much time that I need to use for other things in my life. I sincerely apologize for not giving advance notice. You may write my character out of the story or give the character to anyone who wants it. I've enjoyed writing with all of you, but it's a bit too much work for me. Thank you all, and again, sorry.
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After a fruitless chase through the "town", I grumbled and headed back to my room. Alone, as usual. I really do have shitty luck with women, I thought as I crept into bed, She's probably already gotten the fool who was tossing fireballs around, and I couldn't even see anyone on the streets. I got up the next morning, and noticed a fresh handbill, it seems that the Wyvernspur was mounting an expedition of some sort, and was looking for adventurers. Perhaps Reidrann will be there, I thought as I made my way to the mansion. Either way, it's time I moved on. not too much injustice here.
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My posts may be a little sparse for a while. My computer has well and truly shit the bed this time, and it'll be a while before I can replace it. I can borrow time on other people's machines though, so I'll try to keep up.
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My posts may be a little sparse for a while. My computer has well and truly shit the bed this time, and it'll be a while before I can replace it. I can borrow time on other people's machines though, so I'll try to keep up.
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ooc: After three Consecutive Crashes, replacing of practically every damn part in my computer and consigned with an extreme amount of Draining HATRID For Bill Gates , I am here and I want to play.
Strike up the story! Use my Old Char Profile near the beginnning of the thread, AND LETS GIT THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!
Strike up the story! Use my Old Char Profile near the beginnning of the thread, AND LETS GIT THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!!
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Little Wart
After reading that Adventure Notice I loo down and see that my Ring is back itmeans only one thing that Trychaea has died!
There is nothing to keep me here now so I walk over to The Wyvernspur Mansion!
I present myself for The Adventure I am a Thief and if you could use my talents I am ready to go!
After reading that Adventure Notice I loo down and see that my Ring is back itmeans only one thing that Trychaea has died!
There is nothing to keep me here now so I walk over to The Wyvernspur Mansion!
I present myself for The Adventure I am a Thief and if you could use my talents I am ready to go!
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Nara Wyvenspur
Inwardly, Nara grinned with glee at the thought of the experienced thief joining her party. Little did he know that he was now working directly for the head of his own thieves' guild. "Certainly, Mister Wart. Your skills will be most useful in getting through the dungeons safely. I will be hiring other stalwarts throughout the day, so present yourself here tomorrow, after having gathered your own gear, and we will depart."
/OOC: Just post your arrival, if you want to post the 'interview' with Nara, you can. Anyone with a pulse is hired, and exceptions may be made for the living-impaired. In RL, I'm giving folks until Tuesday evening to get a post up, joining the party. We'll take off after that, and anyone who hasn't posted by then, we will retroactively say that they already joined.
Inwardly, Nara grinned with glee at the thought of the experienced thief joining her party. Little did he know that he was now working directly for the head of his own thieves' guild. "Certainly, Mister Wart. Your skills will be most useful in getting through the dungeons safely. I will be hiring other stalwarts throughout the day, so present yourself here tomorrow, after having gathered your own gear, and we will depart."
/OOC: Just post your arrival, if you want to post the 'interview' with Nara, you can. Anyone with a pulse is hired, and exceptions may be made for the living-impaired. In RL, I'm giving folks until Tuesday evening to get a post up, joining the party. We'll take off after that, and anyone who hasn't posted by then, we will retroactively say that they already joined.
SpectreT
Knight in Tarnished Armor
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Erin Rathe
I walked right into the mansion, and was led to an office of sorts, where the Wyvernspur was apparently conducting interviews. I'd worn my best tabard, and displayed my holy symbol prominently. The hand of Torm gleamed silver on the deep blue of my tabard, looking like a bright star on a cloudless night. She was just sending a dwarf on his way, and by the look on his face, he'd just been hired. I smiled at her, taking note of her demeanor. I'd heard of her, of course, but I'd met enough of both the wealthy and the royal to easily disbelieve her dilletante pose; she was far more than what she wanted others to think, but it only showed in her eyes.
"I've heard you have a need for adventurers. Doubtless you have already had your share of mercenary fighters as applicants, but I'd be surprised if a Knight has yet inquired. If nothing else, and believe me, I'm much else, I'd be good publicity for your endeavor." I'd often found that appealing to or addressing the needs of a potential employer was the simplest way to get hired. I hoped I was right about her depth and shrewdness; if she really were the flake she wanted everyone to think she was, I'd be sent on my way at the next breath.
I walked right into the mansion, and was led to an office of sorts, where the Wyvernspur was apparently conducting interviews. I'd worn my best tabard, and displayed my holy symbol prominently. The hand of Torm gleamed silver on the deep blue of my tabard, looking like a bright star on a cloudless night. She was just sending a dwarf on his way, and by the look on his face, he'd just been hired. I smiled at her, taking note of her demeanor. I'd heard of her, of course, but I'd met enough of both the wealthy and the royal to easily disbelieve her dilletante pose; she was far more than what she wanted others to think, but it only showed in her eyes.
"I've heard you have a need for adventurers. Doubtless you have already had your share of mercenary fighters as applicants, but I'd be surprised if a Knight has yet inquired. If nothing else, and believe me, I'm much else, I'd be good publicity for your endeavor." I'd often found that appealing to or addressing the needs of a potential employer was the simplest way to get hired. I hoped I was right about her depth and shrewdness; if she really were the flake she wanted everyone to think she was, I'd be sent on my way at the next breath.
