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| The Raven | Mar 13 2010, 03:40 AM Post #1 |
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It is just after midnight, and Paer sits on the edge of the cliff, staring out at the calm waters of the Minian Sea. His soft face unnervingly still, and his eyes lost deep in thought. The pale moonlight touches his face, and the reflection of the water dances on the underside of the cliff, as his mind goes back to the memories of yesteryear. It is a year from the day, and yet, it seems so much longer ago than that. The wind picks up and a strand of Paer's hair flutters in front of his face, startling him back to reality. He gets himself up and brushes off his pants, letting out a sigh and looking back out over the sea, then towards the docks not far from him. Paer turns his back on the cliff, and makes his way over to his bag and rapier he left near a tree, not far from where he sat moments ago. He works his way back to the road and starts walking down the way to Velucia, the city who's ports he'd seen from the cliff. "It's not far off." He thinks alloud. "I'll be able to get a bed at the inn there instead of another night in the dirt, at the very least." ---------------------------- And this, my friends, is the start of a Riddle of Steal campaign. In the description is a link to where one can torrent the books, as there is no longer a legal way to obtain them. And since uranium wanted to start up one of these sorts of threads anyways, I figured I may as well do so myself. EDIT: KILLING OF OTHER PARTY MEMBERS IS ALLOWED IF JUSTIFIABLE IN CHARACTER - None of this happy-go-lucky-touchy-feely-everyone-must-be-good BS Edited by The Raven, Mar 15 2010, 05:03 AM.
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| Uranium235 | Mar 15 2010, 02:20 AM Post #2 |
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It was clearly late, the sky and light displayed it rather evidently. But Kethis had no care of this, the only care he did have at this moment was that his flask was empty. He loathed that feeling, as if his flask was his heart and soul, for when it was empty, everything else had no purpose. He had been drifting from town to town looking for work, which surprisingly he had little luck of achieving. Likely a direct result of those would be employers not trusting their task to a drunkard, which got Kethis spouting furious rants about how they had more in common with mere animals that he. When they would refute this claim, he would show them just how much he knew, and with murder on his hands he had to change towns quickly. The sign upon the trail said that the nearest city was Velucia, perhaps he could find some work, and more importantly some brandy. |
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| Champion | Mar 19 2010, 02:15 PM Post #3 |
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It was hard for Morhine to sleep on these nights. The full moon lead his mind into strange roads and side roads, trails of ideas that came and went as quickly as the smoke from his dwindling fire. He did not miss his family he knew in his heart that they were safe and secure in their homestead. His herds of newly shorn sheep sleeping quietly in the fell downs about his home. He was halfway done his week long journey to the markets of Velucia, where he would trade his wool for supplies that only the bazaar would hold. As his small fire drew to coals he began tracing the roads in his mind again. He considered himself a learned man as he knew how to read and could write in a legible script. His son was going to be a man this year and he was even sharper than his father. Morhine bristled with pride at this thought. Then it occurred to him that his son would do well to apprentice to the guild of scribes in Velucia, perhaps even he could study law, become a magistrate, but no that would be asking to much. And so he decided to bring his son to Velucia during the next season. At this thought his mind become calm and he dozed off beside the heap of coals and the cart and horse carrying his hard work of the last season. |
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| The Raven | Mar 24 2010, 05:33 AM Post #4 |
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It's about two in the morning as Paer steps into The Iron Saddle Inn. The place is almost empty, save the innkeeper and a handful of drunkards. The dim lighting makes it difficult to see the man's features. The shadows from the candle's and oil lamps dance across the innkeeper's face and walls. He looks up suspiciously as Paer walks into the Inn. "It's a bit late to just stroll into town, don't you think?"He says, when Paer reaches the counter. "It may be, but I was up the road and too close to town to go making camp. Don't want to be on the roads too long, with all the bandits and whatnot."The barkeep grunts in acknowledgment. "So, stranger, I take it you'll want a room? It's four shillings for the night." "The name is Ludwig, friend."He hands the barkeep five shillings. "Now, where's the room?" The barkeep takes the money, looking pleased with the extra shilling. "Upstairs, third door on your right." Paer heads to his room to get some shuteye. |
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| Sutton | Mar 25 2010, 12:45 AM Post #5 |
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Teller hands the purse of coins to the bartender. "This should cover everything you've... lost over the last few years- plus a little extra." The bartender takes the purse, and looks inside for a moment before hurriedly closing it back up and stashing the money someplace behind the counter before responding. "You're crazy, you know that?" Keller shrugs. "Been thinking that a lot lately. Doesn't change my mind, though." He then smiles and adds, "If you'd rather, I could take that back, give it to someone else. I can think of a few other people who deserve it." "No, no, this is fine! Thank you." Teller looks down at his nearly empty mug of ale. Well, there isn't any turning back now. Tomorrow, when Desann wants his latest batch of money? He'll have another thing coming. He murmurs to himself "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Never really seemed quite as... ominous a saying before." The bartender turns back from serving another patron. "What was that?" "Hmm? Oh, right. I was just thinking... actually, I've got a better idea: a round for the house, barkeep!" Eat, drink, and be merry. There are worse ways to go. |
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