The Gilded Gates ~ entrance thread
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Alderan
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Guest
OOC: Shouldn't I get Language [Common] as a freebie?
IC:
Archimbaldo was very pleased finally to arrive. He stopped a few yards away from the gates, and hit some dust from his legs. His ordinary outfit would have to do. He'd left his previous residence in an unfortunate hurry, and had hence not taken the time to change into more formal wear.
With two times two fingers, he rolled the tips of his fine moustache, before resuming his path. He tried to look big and impressive.
"Hello there, good man" he addressed the man on guard duty in his best Common, while knocking on his wooden desk with his knuckles. "What's the news?"
IC:
Archimbaldo was very pleased finally to arrive. He stopped a few yards away from the gates, and hit some dust from his legs. His ordinary outfit would have to do. He'd left his previous residence in an unfortunate hurry, and had hence not taken the time to change into more formal wear.
With two times two fingers, he rolled the tips of his fine moustache, before resuming his path. He tried to look big and impressive.
"Hello there, good man" he addressed the man on guard duty in his best Common, while knocking on his wooden desk with his knuckles. "What's the news?"
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Sabastian Telvanni
Sabastian was not surprised to find Roque's walls to be guarded more diligently than when he had left. He had just returned from escorting his father back to Kislovan and was extremely glad to be home. He had dealt with Roque's guards his whole life and knew kind words went a long ways and were your best chance for avoiding unnecessary bruises. Another key element to well being in Roque was not too look like to good of a target for thieves in the Lower City. He was glad he was dressed in casual travelling clothes as he couldn't imagine how much worse it may have gotten in Roque since the refugees flooded the city. Sabastian approached the clerk while surveying to see if he recognized any of the guards. They were fresh faces to him, perhaps new recruits he thought. The citizens of Roque were said to be in an uneasy state after all that had been happening in Kings Court. "How do you do sir? The name is Sabastian Telvanni, citizen of Roque. I am recently returning from a voyage to Kislovan. I suppose you need to document me anyways, yes?"
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Adrian Elsonrae
Apologies!
((My computer has been down for awhile! 
Here I go!))
((First off... Alderan, I'll need you to rewrite your post. One of the main things in this RPG is that you control your character and nobody elses. You assume the guard has hair and that he and the other guards don't curb stomp you to the floor the moment you lay a finger on them. You can attempt to grab one of them, but no guarantees.))
Here I go!))
((First off... Alderan, I'll need you to rewrite your post. One of the main things in this RPG is that you control your character and nobody elses. You assume the guard has hair and that he and the other guards don't curb stomp you to the floor the moment you lay a finger on them. You can attempt to grab one of them, but no guarantees.))
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Adrian Elsonrae
Getting on task!
((OOC; Arch, you have basic human, so you should be able to read the lower part of the sign alright.))
"Well... you see."
The man at the table looked up from his papers, looking back and forth before looking over to his desk at the slightly puffed-up gnome.
"Oh... there you are. Well, you came at quite a busy time. Securities have risen with some of the recent political turmoil. If it's a job yer after, we are getting a few refugees from King's Court. Apparently, there is quite a battle going on as I hear, and we'll be getting a flood and a half more of people. What might be your name and business?"
"Well... you see."
The man at the table looked up from his papers, looking back and forth before looking over to his desk at the slightly puffed-up gnome.
"Oh... there you are. Well, you came at quite a busy time. Securities have risen with some of the recent political turmoil. If it's a job yer after, we are getting a few refugees from King's Court. Apparently, there is quite a battle going on as I hear, and we'll be getting a flood and a half more of people. What might be your name and business?"
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Adrian Elsonrae
Sebastian
While the clerk was getting the name of the gnome, one of the side guards tended to Sebastian. There were at least fifteen guardsmen in armor at the inside of the gates that were visable from the front. About half of them didn't even have a dent in their armor (often a sign that they are fresh recruits). The one that went to Sebastian had added decoration like the second guard next to the clerk.
"Aye, that would be correct, sir. What brings you back to home sweet home?"
((I'll wait until our third person at the gate rewrites his post before continuing.))
"Aye, that would be correct, sir. What brings you back to home sweet home?"
((I'll wait until our third person at the gate rewrites his post before continuing.))
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Guest
First stroke in Gresniandjeo's circle of life
o.o.c.- First time with an RPG like this. I'm open to corrections, so feel free. Thank you.
Samheen 18th:
i.c.- 'Just ten more steps... ten more... then you can look up.' Gresniandjeo's weary body limped forward as if dragged by some invisible force, drawing her ever closer to the city. Her head bowed low with eyes fixed on the ever-changing spot of road right before her worn, leather boots. Weathered leather covered every inch of her body. The once brand new men's traveling clothes were now faded and covered in dust. A wide brim leather hat shielded her head and eyes from the sun, while a scarf protected the rest of her face. She was nearing absolute exhaustion and she knew it. If not for her force of will and genuine desperation, she would have simply turned back an returned to... 'Don't think! Just walk, Gresni. Two more steps. You can make it.'
Gresniandjeo stumbled forward two more steps and allowed herself the luxury of raising her gaze. It was an absolutely perfect day for walking. The sky was clear, gentle breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining in warm greeting. She could feel her elvish side swell with the calm joy of being outside in the open air. Her senses extended outwards, sampling every sound, scent and sight. She was tasting life and freedom for the first time, and despite her weary back and blistered feet, Gresniandjeo was actually happy to be alive. 'Don't get too happy, Gresni... You have almost no money, no prospects, no job, no training... Just keep going. We're almost there.' In the distance, she could see the city rising before her. A new life awaited her there. But she understood that it was fate that would decide the length and quality of that life.
Eventually, Gresniandjeo arrived at the long awaited destination: Roque d'Ancourt's city gates. It was only when she stepped through the gates did she afford herself the simple pleasure of admitting that it was indeed possible that she would make it to the city after all. Her backpack and satchel seemed to grow lighter, her foot steps more sure, and her natural grace began to flow. Confidently, as if this scene was home and every one here was her guest, she strode towards the sign in desk. Her sharp, blue eyes scanned the scene like strokes of sapphire blades.
Samheen 18th:
i.c.- 'Just ten more steps... ten more... then you can look up.' Gresniandjeo's weary body limped forward as if dragged by some invisible force, drawing her ever closer to the city. Her head bowed low with eyes fixed on the ever-changing spot of road right before her worn, leather boots. Weathered leather covered every inch of her body. The once brand new men's traveling clothes were now faded and covered in dust. A wide brim leather hat shielded her head and eyes from the sun, while a scarf protected the rest of her face. She was nearing absolute exhaustion and she knew it. If not for her force of will and genuine desperation, she would have simply turned back an returned to... 'Don't think! Just walk, Gresni. Two more steps. You can make it.'
Gresniandjeo stumbled forward two more steps and allowed herself the luxury of raising her gaze. It was an absolutely perfect day for walking. The sky was clear, gentle breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining in warm greeting. She could feel her elvish side swell with the calm joy of being outside in the open air. Her senses extended outwards, sampling every sound, scent and sight. She was tasting life and freedom for the first time, and despite her weary back and blistered feet, Gresniandjeo was actually happy to be alive. 'Don't get too happy, Gresni... You have almost no money, no prospects, no job, no training... Just keep going. We're almost there.' In the distance, she could see the city rising before her. A new life awaited her there. But she understood that it was fate that would decide the length and quality of that life.
Eventually, Gresniandjeo arrived at the long awaited destination: Roque d'Ancourt's city gates. It was only when she stepped through the gates did she afford herself the simple pleasure of admitting that it was indeed possible that she would make it to the city after all. Her backpack and satchel seemed to grow lighter, her foot steps more sure, and her natural grace began to flow. Confidently, as if this scene was home and every one here was her guest, she strode towards the sign in desk. Her sharp, blue eyes scanned the scene like strokes of sapphire blades.
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Guest
Archie swallowed his initial irritation due to the negative consequences of his posture. "My name, good man, is Archimbaldo Wigglium, Grand Alchemist of the order of Red Sulphur; Seer; Hypnotist and Mage Extraordinaire." Archimbaldo bowed theatrically.
"A man with my talents normally doesn't have much troubles finding employment, but your advice could well cut my road short, so it is most welcome."
A cheesy grin overly filled his face.
"A man with my talents normally doesn't have much troubles finding employment, but your advice could well cut my road short, so it is most welcome."
A cheesy grin overly filled his face.
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Adrian Elsonrae
At the gates...
((Arch and Gres))
"Well, I know at least the first of that list will get a leg up in the competition..." The scribe replied, glancing to the side of the weary elven girl dragging herself to the gates. "Proceed. I'm sure one of our greeters outside can give you more help if needed."
As one would gaze to the other side of the gate, some heralds had small maps of the city... with the influx of refugees, citizens were getting annoyed at the new arrivals asking questions, and offered them in Human, Adhiel and even a female gnome with a pair of braids had a small stall with other languages available. They all had a look of officialness to them with the sash of the city across their chests.
"Next!" The scribe replied, looking to the girl. "And dear girl, would you need a place to sit before entering the city? You look as pale as a ghost!"
Meanwhile the guard next to him was still taking care of Sabastian.
"Well, I know at least the first of that list will get a leg up in the competition..." The scribe replied, glancing to the side of the weary elven girl dragging herself to the gates. "Proceed. I'm sure one of our greeters outside can give you more help if needed."
As one would gaze to the other side of the gate, some heralds had small maps of the city... with the influx of refugees, citizens were getting annoyed at the new arrivals asking questions, and offered them in Human, Adhiel and even a female gnome with a pair of braids had a small stall with other languages available. They all had a look of officialness to them with the sash of the city across their chests.
"Next!" The scribe replied, looking to the girl. "And dear girl, would you need a place to sit before entering the city? You look as pale as a ghost!"
Meanwhile the guard next to him was still taking care of Sabastian.
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Sabastian Telvanni
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Guest
The weary half-elf walked over to the desk, a cool sweat forming under her arms. Her heart began to beat faster with nervous excitement.
'This is it, girl. Keep calm and relax.'
When the scribe spoke, it took Gresniandjeo a moment to realize that he had addressed her. She gathered her focus and tried to form coherent words. The traveling girl was not much for conversation in the best of circumstances, even less so in her current state of near collapse. With her best effort, she smiled the charming smile that had melted the hearts of even some of the most bitter old pirates of the Dutchy. Gresni lowered the scarf from her mouth and raised the brim of her hat, exposing her pale, lovely face to the man who sat before her.
"I'm fine, thank you kindly. I would very much like to find a cool drink and a warm bed, though. Will this take long?"
Gresni hoped she looked as harmless and innocent as she felt in this moment. The fact was, she did not know how much longer she could stand here under the weight of her possessions. The Dutchy half-elf glanced at the young human next to her. Handsom, refined, and by the look of his gray eyes, most likely quite bright.
'Nice body, though he probably never lifted a blade in his life. I wonder if he would help me up if I fell, or just step over my body. We may find out soon enough...'
'This is it, girl. Keep calm and relax.'
When the scribe spoke, it took Gresniandjeo a moment to realize that he had addressed her. She gathered her focus and tried to form coherent words. The traveling girl was not much for conversation in the best of circumstances, even less so in her current state of near collapse. With her best effort, she smiled the charming smile that had melted the hearts of even some of the most bitter old pirates of the Dutchy. Gresni lowered the scarf from her mouth and raised the brim of her hat, exposing her pale, lovely face to the man who sat before her.
"I'm fine, thank you kindly. I would very much like to find a cool drink and a warm bed, though. Will this take long?"
Gresni hoped she looked as harmless and innocent as she felt in this moment. The fact was, she did not know how much longer she could stand here under the weight of her possessions. The Dutchy half-elf glanced at the young human next to her. Handsom, refined, and by the look of his gray eyes, most likely quite bright.
'Nice body, though he probably never lifted a blade in his life. I wonder if he would help me up if I fell, or just step over my body. We may find out soon enough...'
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Guest
Archie approached the gnomish woman. He was glad to use his native tongue again while he addressed her: "Good day to you, sister. New to this awe-inspiring collocation of architectural feats, I am in search of lodgings that suit the unostentatious budget of a wanderer from distant parts. Could your qualified advice perhaps avail me in this seeking?"
"My name is Archimbaldo Wigglium, by the way," he said, while courteously bowing for her. "What may your name be, good woman?"
"My name is Archimbaldo Wigglium, by the way," he said, while courteously bowing for her. "What may your name be, good woman?"
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Sabastian Telvanni
Sabastian calmly watched as the guard took in what he had said. He took a casual glance around him to survey his magnificent hometown and was surprised to see a woman in front of the scribe. He had not been able to see her face when she first approached the gates for she wore a scarf and hat but now saw that she was an attractive young woman who looked as if she had ran clear across the kingdom to arrive here. If he was planning on becoming a knight then he might as well go ahead and establish himself as chivalrous person. Stepping over to the desk where the scribe sat writing he commented to the scribe, "I would be more than happy to carry her belongings and ensure that she arrives safely at her destination." "If you would like me too that is milady," he said apologetically as he turned towards her.
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Adrian Elsonrae
Getting there.
(( 56k modem + Iowa telephone lines * snowfall = hell 
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((Arch))
The girl replied in Gnomish back to her cousin with a bright smile. Her blonde braids made her look quite adorable, even using her own hair to hold a fair amount of quills. She was obviously working on several parchments while she was passing out maps.
"A merry day, sir! Long time since I seen a kinsfolk 'round here!" The gnome girl replied in her native tounge. "Ursuline Rumshambles, linguist and transcriber. A gnomish map of the city, old friend?"
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((Sabastian))
The guard nodded at Sabastian, and waved him on through... it seemed like the guard knew you to some extent.
"My advice, lad, stay out of that pit of vipers for awhile until the war calms down... but if you're aiming for a true knighthood, ye might want to try the Church first."
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((Gres))
The scribe blushed a little bit, dipping it in the ink. The side guard who was previously talking to Sabastian gave a brief snicker. It appeared he was shy around pretty girls.
"Just your name, ma'am... I'm sure the greeters can help you find the local inn."
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((ALL))
A little further down the road...
"You mean they 'aven't arrived back!?"
"No, Captain... and now I'ma 'fraid to even go near that place! My chicken coop is cursed!"
There was a dwarven guard who was wearing a targe over his armor, with a battleaxe peacetied behind him a hand taller than he was. A younger peasant girl looked very scared with a couple of tears rolling down her face... oddly she had a statue of a chick in her hands. The veteran dwarf rubbed his braided beard in deep thought as he attempted to think of a solution.
"This be some stink'n witchcraft, I tell ya'!" the Dwarven captain grunted. "No more tears, lassie, we're goin' te the Church te get some divine power te back this mystery... AND THREE soliders fer the likes o' this adversary!!"
((I have left a few options open for you all... heh heh heh... if you care to join me on my traditional opening to most of my RPG modding in several shapes and forms.))
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((Arch))
The girl replied in Gnomish back to her cousin with a bright smile. Her blonde braids made her look quite adorable, even using her own hair to hold a fair amount of quills. She was obviously working on several parchments while she was passing out maps.
"A merry day, sir! Long time since I seen a kinsfolk 'round here!" The gnome girl replied in her native tounge. "Ursuline Rumshambles, linguist and transcriber. A gnomish map of the city, old friend?"
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((Sabastian))
The guard nodded at Sabastian, and waved him on through... it seemed like the guard knew you to some extent.
"My advice, lad, stay out of that pit of vipers for awhile until the war calms down... but if you're aiming for a true knighthood, ye might want to try the Church first."
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((Gres))
The scribe blushed a little bit, dipping it in the ink. The side guard who was previously talking to Sabastian gave a brief snicker. It appeared he was shy around pretty girls.
"Just your name, ma'am... I'm sure the greeters can help you find the local inn."
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((ALL))
A little further down the road...
"You mean they 'aven't arrived back!?"
"No, Captain... and now I'ma 'fraid to even go near that place! My chicken coop is cursed!"
There was a dwarven guard who was wearing a targe over his armor, with a battleaxe peacetied behind him a hand taller than he was. A younger peasant girl looked very scared with a couple of tears rolling down her face... oddly she had a statue of a chick in her hands. The veteran dwarf rubbed his braided beard in deep thought as he attempted to think of a solution.
"This be some stink'n witchcraft, I tell ya'!" the Dwarven captain grunted. "No more tears, lassie, we're goin' te the Church te get some divine power te back this mystery... AND THREE soliders fer the likes o' this adversary!!"
((I have left a few options open for you all... heh heh heh... if you care to join me on my traditional opening to most of my RPG modding in several shapes and forms.))
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Guest
Gresniadjeo smiled gently at the blushing scribe. 'The first man Gresni speaks to in Roque d'Ancourt blushes easily. And we haven't even entered the city yet. Things may yet go well...'
"The name is Gresniandjeo. I am here to learn, work and play." The half-elf bent close to the scribe and whispered, "Do you require anything else, gentle sir?"
As she spoke to the red faced man, the gray-eyed stranger walked over and spoke the words of a young nobleman. 'What's this? The first man to approach Gresni speaks as a gentleman. I think that Roque d'Ancourt is shaping up to be my kind of town.'
With a flourish, the traveling beauty bows and removes her hat completely. Her short, jet black hair cascades wildly around her pale face. As she rises, she brushes back her hair and replaces her hat with one graceful motion. For a moment, the half-elf looks like the effort may have been too much, but after a deep breath she laughs. Such laughter eased her father's troubles in the past and, after her recent troubles, it was sweet to her own ears.
"The name is Gresniandjeo Lilya Nadenka, my lord. Please, call me Lilya. It is easier on the tongue and gentler on the ears. I am not in the habit of accepting the help of strange men. However, given my current condition, I must humbly accept your gracious offer." Gresni smiled and stared unabashed into the stranger's gray eyes. She felt that there was something like steel underneath this young man's gentle demeanor. 'Very possibly a knight in the making. We'll have to wait and see,' she mused.
As if the gods had responded to her thoughts directly, her musing was interrupted by the boisterous voice of a dwarven warrior and the tearful words of a peasant girl. 'How many adventures have began with such happenings,' she reflected. 'And while I would enjoy the chance to test my blade, I desperately need a bath and a place to drop these belongings. Why did I have to bring all these clothes?
The girl called Lilya turned back to the young stranger, curious as to what he would do next.
"The name is Gresniandjeo. I am here to learn, work and play." The half-elf bent close to the scribe and whispered, "Do you require anything else, gentle sir?"
As she spoke to the red faced man, the gray-eyed stranger walked over and spoke the words of a young nobleman. 'What's this? The first man to approach Gresni speaks as a gentleman. I think that Roque d'Ancourt is shaping up to be my kind of town.'
With a flourish, the traveling beauty bows and removes her hat completely. Her short, jet black hair cascades wildly around her pale face. As she rises, she brushes back her hair and replaces her hat with one graceful motion. For a moment, the half-elf looks like the effort may have been too much, but after a deep breath she laughs. Such laughter eased her father's troubles in the past and, after her recent troubles, it was sweet to her own ears.
"The name is Gresniandjeo Lilya Nadenka, my lord. Please, call me Lilya. It is easier on the tongue and gentler on the ears. I am not in the habit of accepting the help of strange men. However, given my current condition, I must humbly accept your gracious offer." Gresni smiled and stared unabashed into the stranger's gray eyes. She felt that there was something like steel underneath this young man's gentle demeanor. 'Very possibly a knight in the making. We'll have to wait and see,' she mused.
As if the gods had responded to her thoughts directly, her musing was interrupted by the boisterous voice of a dwarven warrior and the tearful words of a peasant girl. 'How many adventures have began with such happenings,' she reflected. 'And while I would enjoy the chance to test my blade, I desperately need a bath and a place to drop these belongings. Why did I have to bring all these clothes?
The girl called Lilya turned back to the young stranger, curious as to what he would do next.
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Guest
"My, a fine name for a fine gnomina," he said, while kissing her hand. "Such a map would be most wel-"
Archimbaldo was interrupted by the rumors in the street. He grinned, took a firmer grip around his wand. "I'll be back in a flicker, demoiselle Rumshambles." He tried to approach the scene with a stride that maximalized both speed and dignity.
"Calm down, calm down, rosebud! If mystique matters are at hand, it must be Ithrainne and Krynsathis themselves that led me down this path. Allow me to introduce myself: Archimbaldo Wigglium, Seer and Magus." Where possible, he used Common, but he inserted Gnomish wherever he needed it to stich his vocabulary. He presumed that it would only increase the exotic charm of his appearance.
He bowed yet again, moving his staff in a particular routine to make it more graceful. "Calm is the mother of wisdom, as said erm... the High Priest Maeral Ciraltis once! So dry your tears, master your voice and explain to me the problem, so that I may come to your aid."
Archimbaldo was interrupted by the rumors in the street. He grinned, took a firmer grip around his wand. "I'll be back in a flicker, demoiselle Rumshambles." He tried to approach the scene with a stride that maximalized both speed and dignity.
"Calm down, calm down, rosebud! If mystique matters are at hand, it must be Ithrainne and Krynsathis themselves that led me down this path. Allow me to introduce myself: Archimbaldo Wigglium, Seer and Magus." Where possible, he used Common, but he inserted Gnomish wherever he needed it to stich his vocabulary. He presumed that it would only increase the exotic charm of his appearance.
He bowed yet again, moving his staff in a particular routine to make it more graceful. "Calm is the mother of wisdom, as said erm... the High Priest Maeral Ciraltis once! So dry your tears, master your voice and explain to me the problem, so that I may come to your aid."
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Adrian Elsonrae
Poopie
((Ack... I fudged a little on this and wasn't supposed to put you all into an adventure yet... So, I'll have to put this on hold for a little while, but when I'm a full mod!...))
((Arch))
"Oh... thank you sir..." The girl replied wiping away a tear.
The dwarf was less than pleased to hear that there was a magic-using gnome on the prowl. He quirked a brushy brow at the Gnome and loomed over him.
"This be none o' yer business, magic-using duff! This be official business! Save yer magician tricks fer the stage... this way, Miss Sadie!"
With that, the Dwarf turned around, walking in a clanging huff away from the gnome, the younger girl giving a slight curtsey and a sad look to the gnome before following the burly captain.
"Ahhhh... don't worry about ol' Captain Gunther... he's really been under stress lately" Ursuline replied. "With the influx of new people, he's been commishioned to train all new recruits four tides ago. One word, though... some people don't appreciate any power besides Dominicus'. I'm sure you meant just stage magery, though... right?"
She seemed to know that he was being a little rougish, and flashed him a quick wink and a smile.
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Sab/Gre
"There you are miss... but be careful to whom you trust your belongings to." The scribe replied, finishing the writing.
"Ah, save yourself, Jerome... you just do the writing." The side guard replied, giving a nod to Sabastian. "Chivalry isn't dead, you know."
So, I'll have to put this on hold for a little while, but when I'm a full mod!...))
((Arch))
"Oh... thank you sir..." The girl replied wiping away a tear.
The dwarf was less than pleased to hear that there was a magic-using gnome on the prowl. He quirked a brushy brow at the Gnome and loomed over him.
"This be none o' yer business, magic-using duff! This be official business! Save yer magician tricks fer the stage... this way, Miss Sadie!"
With that, the Dwarf turned around, walking in a clanging huff away from the gnome, the younger girl giving a slight curtsey and a sad look to the gnome before following the burly captain.
"Ahhhh... don't worry about ol' Captain Gunther... he's really been under stress lately" Ursuline replied. "With the influx of new people, he's been commishioned to train all new recruits four tides ago. One word, though... some people don't appreciate any power besides Dominicus'. I'm sure you meant just stage magery, though... right?"
She seemed to know that he was being a little rougish, and flashed him a quick wink and a smile.
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Sab/Gre
"There you are miss... but be careful to whom you trust your belongings to." The scribe replied, finishing the writing.
"Ah, save yourself, Jerome... you just do the writing." The side guard replied, giving a nod to Sabastian. "Chivalry isn't dead, you know."
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Guest
"Right," Archie replied to the helpful gnome, while recovering from the ruse dwarf's behavior. Some people...
He then emitted seriously overacted laughter; "No! Of course, I wouldn't dare thwart the great Dominicus, the One, by meddling with such vile arts! I'm a magus, my dear, one who scientifically studies manifestation of power that should belong to God only, in any right-minded person's opinion. Of course, I know some card tricks and things like that, but that's about as far as it goes."
He felt he was sweating while trying to get out of this one. "So tell me, good woman, where could I find an establishment like the one I'm looking for?"
He then emitted seriously overacted laughter; "No! Of course, I wouldn't dare thwart the great Dominicus, the One, by meddling with such vile arts! I'm a magus, my dear, one who scientifically studies manifestation of power that should belong to God only, in any right-minded person's opinion. Of course, I know some card tricks and things like that, but that's about as far as it goes."
He felt he was sweating while trying to get out of this one. "So tell me, good woman, where could I find an establishment like the one I'm looking for?"
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Adrian Elsonrae
Well...
"A dwarf even wary-eyes some of the clergy around here. They can be stubborn, but it's that same stubborn nature that get em' through. That building... well, here's a list of the important buildings in town."
She hands out a gnomish map of the city, pointing out the key points in the area (see forum list).
"And of course, your grace, the Church is right over here." she replied with a knowing wink.
She hands out a gnomish map of the city, pointing out the key points in the area (see forum list).
"And of course, your grace, the Church is right over here." she replied with a knowing wink.
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Guest
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Sabastian Telvanni
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Guest
The lovely half-elf looked mildly amused at the stranger's words. "I have no idea what people fear or why they fear. Where I come from, those who relax their guard lead very short lives. It is not a matter of fear, but the fact of life."
Lilya feigned slight offense and hid her smile as she continued, "Your offer is noble, yet I must remind you that have yet to formally introduce yourself."
She paused and waited with mock impatience for his reply. "As to the destination, I am a stranger to this town with very modest funds and a strong desire to not walk much farther. A bath, meal, and warm bed are required, in that order. If you could take me to the appropriate inn, I would be very grateful." Lilya gave a slight bow, removed her backpack and handed it to the young gentleman. Greatly relieved to be free of this burden, the lovely traveler motioned for the knight-to-be to lead the way.
Lilya feigned slight offense and hid her smile as she continued, "Your offer is noble, yet I must remind you that have yet to formally introduce yourself."
She paused and waited with mock impatience for his reply. "As to the destination, I am a stranger to this town with very modest funds and a strong desire to not walk much farther. A bath, meal, and warm bed are required, in that order. If you could take me to the appropriate inn, I would be very grateful." Lilya gave a slight bow, removed her backpack and handed it to the young gentleman. Greatly relieved to be free of this burden, the lovely traveler motioned for the knight-to-be to lead the way.