Brighton Anderson
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: Brighton has a bizarre height for a human. Being at 10 feet / 300 inches in height and 209 pounds in weight. His body looks like it’s stretching, having long legs, long body and big feet. But is little around the belly when he is sitting. His hair is natural vivacious red and a beard that reaches to his chest. His eye color is brown.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears big and baggy grey pants, with big long black boots, white and loose shirt and a big red captain jacket. His back is most of the time hunched over as he's trying to take the weight of his leg.
Player's online availability : Evenings, +0 GMT zone
Registered: Oct 29, 2017 7:02:16 GMT -8
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Post by Brighton Anderson on Nov 3, 2017 10:04:32 GMT -8
"Well it is true that you cannot separate the head from the body without some... serious consequences!" Windfeld chuckled thinking back of one of his many experiments. As Red Beard leaned forward in all his intimidating presence, Windfeld felt a certain joy sensing the pure malice of the guy which made him flash a broad grin. "I love it!" he said joyfully. "If a captain wasn't able to put a guy like me in his place, the ship would be better off being run by a flesh walker." he said and smirked, of course referring to state of being after he raises the dead. "But you have my respect captain, and you're absolutely right. I can't wait to get going..." Windfeld said before another guy came to the table and he added muted. "Oh... there's a young one to start with..." he said and observed the boy placing the large beer keg on the table. "But then again the dead don't bring beer on their own accord and I'm very much thirsty!" he said and filled his mug before emptying it faster than you'd think such a guy was able to. "Glad ya are excited to start and respect me." He says with a snicker as he looks at him with a grin. Glad that he got a new crew member to join his crew. He had been losing to many men when they got to port because they were afraid of their former captain and his ways of looting. Some couldn't handle it and walked away like cowards. He closes his eyes for a moment, still grinning his yellow teeth. Before snapping out of it and looking at the boy once more. "Now now, no need to murder kids when we aren't even robbing the city. When we actually cities, then yer can take as many orphans bodies as yer want!" He says with a laugh and slaps his knee. "Might even add a lab for ya if ya prove yerself, but I am curious if ya can be a medic? Are ya good with that sort of stuff?" He asks and listens to his reply. Afterwards, he turns to the boy... "Yes...sir." - Henry tried to sound confident, but his voice betrayed him. The proximity came with a smell, maybe it was the red beard or just the breath, but something stank of all hell. A combination of rotting food and wet dog. Henry took a step back to position himself - "I'll answer any questions you have! What do you want to know? Have I sailed? For close to a decade now! Do I know how to read a map? As good as any pirate! Have I killed?" - his own question made him hesitate, he had killed plenty of times, but for some reason, the question brought him back to the first time blood had stained his fingers - "I have." - he finished. Reaching for his cup, he added - "The reason you'd want me as your navigator, over just any limp dick with too much salt in their eyes, is that I have a...let's call it a cheat." - realizing most people were listening in he lowered his voice - "A sense you could say, about the weather, and the currents." - he let that sink in, as he took a large gulp of the beer on his mug. He had grown used to the bland taste of any liquid he put in his mouth. Like clear water that never quenched your thirst. A tingle brushed his lips, he took comfort in that. Any day food or drink gave made him feel anything besides hunger, was a great day. "So what is it you want to know, oh Captain? I have nothing to hide." - he lied. ...once he does, he smirks even wider. A new blood who wanted to join his crew. So this boy was still scared even if he was brave enough to come up to him for a job. He slowly moved his hand to the boy shoulder and pulls him in closer. He says with his deep and cold voice, having a snicker in between the words. "Now that's an interesting question, have ya killed? You make it sound like it's something special to kill someone. It's just ending someone's life, making them not live anymore. We are all murderers in some way. The real question is, are you a pussy with it or not?"
He lets him go after those words, now lifting his barrel of beer back up to pour himself some. Once more drinking for a whole minute without stopping. Once he was done, he looks back at the Henry . "Now answer these questions; What does it mean to ya to be a pirate? What is a captain to ya? And any reason I should pick ya out of anyone else?" He says and now slouches his back as he takes in a deep breath, lifting his fist and slamming it into his waist, coughing as he does, gritting his teeth and letting out the horribly smelly air out of his mouth.
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Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 48
Physical Description: Standing about 1.75 m tall, Windfeld is neither tall nor very muscular, though rugged and whether bitten are words that describe him well. Windfeld has a large, brown full beard and two eyes of different color each. His right is brown and the left is light blue and mostly kept behind a black patch.
Clothes and Equipment: Windfeld wears black boots, a large worn blue coat with a hat to match. Besides various exotic jewelry on his fingers, he wears a distinct necklace with a four leaf clover pendant with black gemstones and an carved ivory skull in the middle.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 10:14:38 GMT -8
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Post by Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' on Nov 3, 2017 12:41:34 GMT -8
"You'd be surprised just how much fun you can have with just a single freshly killed lad or lass. Numbers aren't the determining factor... basically they all become pretty much the same after their mind passes." he said and smirked as he started lighting up and old tobacco pibe which ebony body was carved as a somewhat grim looking humpback whale. "... Well actually to be more precise... a human who has just died rarely loses their mind completely when told to stand again. Their shock of seeing themselves clad in unfeeling dead flesh can be rather amusing, if you ask me. So yes, you could say I had a slightly preference towards awakening humans." he said with a wry smile as he pulsed on the pipe as it made a faint wheezing sound.
"A medic you say..?" he said feeling the same time both surprised and confused. "Using that word to describe the things I do is such a grotesque distortion of reality, captain." he said with a serious demeanor before reverting to a jesting smile. "There for I'd like to call myself that, with your permission! Yes, Dr. Windfeld Sea-shrieker. A medic. At your service..!" he said and chuckled as he politely lifted his hat to imitate the character of a medic. "But you seem like you appreciate a concise answer too. So yes, I can in fact keep people alive who shouldn't be alive - though that squirrel is beyond me..." he commented and smirked as he nodded towards the bloody peace of goo that was once a living rodent. "Some times revival in the necromantic way is better used on the organs only instead of the body as a whole." he said with a twisted smile, that revealed a troubled pain. "I'd have to say though, that the medicine required to sustain a functioning dead organ within a living body is quite... vile." he said and leaned back with his hands behind his head. "But the benefits are easy to acknowledge once you realize that a knife to the heart is no more enough to stop you." he said and seemingly looked as if he was thinking back a long time.
Brigthon Anderson seemed to have turned his foul gaze at the boy, and Windfeld observed him from the corner of his eye. Such a young boy, his aura practically emitting fear. Just as he had done himself so many years ago when facing his first real pirate captain. "Boy... can I ask you a question? If ya are going to be a navigator, I'd like to know the answer." he said with a stern gaze, still learning on his chair. "Are ya running away from someone? Or... something? The captain can't use a navigator who sets the course according to whatever is chasing him." he said as he opened the eye patch revealing the blue eye behind it. Anyone looking into would feel the same unnatural and otherworldly sensation that seemed to stifle ones breath but keep them fixated through the eye contact, feeling as if you were sinking deeper into its grasp the more you tried to get away. One way to escape was through exerting immense willpower while another was for someone else to force Windfeld to break his eye contact with the subject. Either way, if the boy answered truthfully, he would let the eye patch slide in front of his eye again.
However he wasn't the only one asking the questions, and Red Beard seemed hell bend on getting the right answers for his too. Only his foul breath must have made it difficult for many people to even open their mouths in his presence. But luckily Windfeld was used to this odor of death. "A pirate is one who sails the water like the undead walks the land. Without remorse, without hesitation and knowing this body is already dead. The body have already been handed over to the deep blue palm of the sea goddess." Windfeld said with rare serious expression. "To be a captain is to embody these truths to the fullest. When I saw you walk in here... when I see you chug that barrel of bear... when I smell that horrible breath of yours... I believe ya are such a man!" he said with a faint wry smile as he leaned forward. "And ya should pick me because pirate likes sailing with one of their own. Makes their fate seem just a little less ill." he said with a voice that seemed to express the hardships of his many pirate travels before emptying another cup of beer.
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Henry "Drake" Drake
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 17
Physical Description: His skin tanned after years at sea, Henry has the looks of a nimble man light on his feat. Crows feet due to his time exposed to the sun nestle on the edges of his pale jade green eyes.
His auburn hair long enough for a fringe in front, and to cover part of his ears on the side.
His teeth, all still present, but with a shade of green to them due to the herb he's grown used to chewing on called Qat.
Together with calloused hands, cuts and scars sprinkled all over his body, he looks like a mixture of a child too young to be at sea, and a sailor who has seen far too much.
Clothes and Equipment: On a normal day you'd see him fashioned with loose garments mixing a short-neck shirt with flowing leather vests. Thin linen pants, rolled up to his knees, strapped by a thick leather belt with a heavy metal buckle. Strong enough to hold his rapier and daggers.
At sea he wears a tricorne hat to cover from the sun and rain, as well as a length of rope on his lower back for emergencies.
Besides his weapons, he has three small pouches. Coin, Qat, and a third one he rarely uses. And a thin looking glass, foggy and rusted.
Registered: Oct 30, 2017 5:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Henry "Drake" Drake on Nov 4, 2017 15:07:08 GMT -8
"I'm not a pussy!" - Henry began, offended and defensive. - "I've killed many people. You have to! I've lived in the sea long enough to learn to draw a blade the moment I see another sail on the horizon. You learn to live with a dagger under your pillow, and another above your head ready to cut your own life short at any moment."
Red Beard had the height, the strength, the posture and the smell to be the scariest thing anyone has ever seen. However, at that moment, Henry wasn't afraid of him, not as he had been, and not because of a sudden rush of bravery. Fear, not rooted in survival, but drawing itself from the deep ends of his mind. Tapping into memories that never felt quite real, or quite his. The old man asked him a question.
Henry had but a moment to run through all the subjects in his life he wants to avoid, and all the ones he strives to find. The answer came to his head, faces of men and women flooding his thoughts - "No..." - he began, but he felt his jaw slack and his lips part slightly. The eye was some inches away, but the longer he stared, the closer it seemed to get...or larger. The blue pulled at him, and Henry felt himself falling. The feeling of a never-ending flight you can't control, where you lose grasp of where up and down is and whether you are rushing towards the sky or the ocean. To Henry, it felt like ages, before a familiar voice, sourceless, came to his ears.
"Thou yond swallow the waves and crawl the depths, feed mine hunger as thou draweth breath and I shalt release thou from the binds of death."
The ringing of the deep voice still in his ears, he felt a powerful shove on his back that brought him to his senses. He was still in the room, the old man was talking to Redbeard, the sound muffled and distant. Henry's earing taking a few seconds to re-focus on the words - "To be a captain?" - Henry thought.
"Yes!" - he put his hand on the table as he spoke, breaking eye contact with Windfeld turning to Red Beard - "The Captain needs to be respected, or there is no order. And feared, or there is no restraint. You set the rules, you make the plans, we execute." - Henry raises a finger pointing towards the ocean outside these walls as he speaks - "I sail the seas because staying inland, would be a prison to me. I would welcome death out there if it came to my door, for it would mean I had died free." - he thought for a second, and then said in false old man voice - "We who travel the sea of freedom, are bound only by the laws of ship and ocean." - he ended the quote with a mocking pride. - "An old fisherman told me that. Older than you." - pointing at Windfeld - "I don't look for justice or heroics. Give me gold to spend and my name on a bard's song, and I'll die happy."
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Brighton Anderson
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: Brighton has a bizarre height for a human. Being at 10 feet / 300 inches in height and 209 pounds in weight. His body looks like it’s stretching, having long legs, long body and big feet. But is little around the belly when he is sitting. His hair is natural vivacious red and a beard that reaches to his chest. His eye color is brown.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears big and baggy grey pants, with big long black boots, white and loose shirt and a big red captain jacket. His back is most of the time hunched over as he's trying to take the weight of his leg.
Player's online availability : Evenings, +0 GMT zone
Registered: Oct 29, 2017 7:02:16 GMT -8
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Post by Brighton Anderson on Nov 9, 2017 17:09:20 GMT -8
"You'd be surprised just how much fun you can have with just a single freshly killed lad or lass. Numbers aren't the determining factor... basically they all become pretty much the same after their mind passes." he said and smirked as he started lighting up and old tobacco pibe which ebony body was carved as a somewhat grim looking humpback whale. "... Well actually to be more precise... a human who has just died rarely loses their mind completely when told to stand again. Their shock of seeing themselves clad in unfeeling dead flesh can be rather amusing, if you ask me. So yes, you could say I had a slightly preference towards awakening humans." he said with a wry smile as he pulsed on the pipe as it made a faint wheezing sound. "A medic you say..?" he said feeling the same time both surprised and confused. "Using that word to describe the things I do is such a grotesque distortion of reality, captain." he said with a serious demeanor before reverting to a jesting smile. "There for I'd like to call myself that, with your permission! Yes, Dr. Windfeld Sea-shrieker. A medic. At your service..!" he said and chuckled as he politely lifted his hat to imitate the character of a medic. "But you seem like you appreciate a concise answer too. So yes, I can in fact keep people alive who shouldn't be alive - though that squirrel is beyond me..." he commented and smirked as he nodded towards the bloody peace of goo that was once a living rodent. "Some times revival in the necromantic way is better used on the organs only instead of the body as a whole." he said with a twisted smile, that revealed a troubled pain. "I'd have to say though, that the medicine required to sustain a functioning dead organ within a living body is quite... vile." he said and leaned back with his hands behind his head. "But the benefits are easy to acknowledge once you realize that a knife to the heart is no more enough to stop you." he said and seemingly looked as if he was thinking back a long time. Brigthon Anderson seemed to have turned his foul gaze at the boy, and Windfeld observed him from the corner of his eye. Such a young boy, his aura practically emitting fear. Just as he had done himself so many years ago when facing his first real pirate captain. "Boy... can I ask you a question? If ya are going to be a navigator, I'd like to know the answer." he said with a stern gaze, still learning on his chair. "Are ya running away from someone? Or... something? The captain can't use a navigator who sets the course according to whatever is chasing him." he said as he opened the eye patch revealing the blue eye behind it. Anyone looking into would feel the same unnatural and otherworldly sensation that seemed to stifle ones breath but keep them fixated through the eye contact, feeling as if you were sinking deeper into its grasp the more you tried to get away. One way to escape was through exerting immense willpower while another was for someone else to force Windfeld to break his eye contact with the subject. Either way, if the boy answered truthfully, he would let the eye patch slide in front of his eye again. However he wasn't the only one asking the questions, and Red Beard seemed hell bend on getting the right answers for his too. Only his foul breath must have made it difficult for many people to even open their mouths in his presence. But luckily Windfeld was used to this odor of death. "A pirate is one who sails the water like the undead walks the land. Without remorse, without hesitation and knowing this body is already dead. The body have already been handed over to the deep blue palm of the sea goddess." Windfeld said with rare serious expression. "To be a captain is to embody these truths to the fullest. When I saw you walk in here... when I see you chug that barrel of bear... when I smell that horrible breath of yours... I believe ya are such a man!" he said with a faint wry smile as he leaned forward. "And ya should pick me because pirate likes sailing with one of their own. Makes their fate seem just a little less ill." he said with a voice that seemed to express the hardships of his many pirate travels before emptying another cup of beer. He grumbles and strokes his long beard gently, moving in closer to Windfield, his heavy breaths being heard as he got closer, now getting so close his mere breath blows the smoke into the other direction. His grumble slowly turn into chuckles as he winks at him. "A man who has lost his mind is never fun. But a man who has lost his mind and has been shaped into what you desire, now that is fun! Torturing them for days until they become nothing but loyal sailors that think they are in the best place they can be.” He says with his deep voice, having no remorse with a small chuckle, making it sound like it was nothing of importance. He slowly moves himself back up and makes his back become straight, giving small cracking as he does so. He moves back down, hunching once more and looking back to Windfield “Good to know that there is finally a doctor on the ship! Our last doctor died of old age, thankfully he died peacefully. But at least he died knowing he helped keeping the crew alive! Now yer are next in line, Doctor Windfield.” He says as he points at him. “So it’s on ya if anyone of the men die.” He says as he facial expression changed slowly into a frown, seems he was rather serious about this matter. “And if ya keep us alive, yer are going to be able to use anything who loot for ya own nasty deeds.” He waits a moment before saying. “I am sure ya have the eye for it! Bahaha!”
"I'm not a pussy!" - Henry began, offended and defensive. - "I've killed many people. You have to! I've lived in the sea long enough to learn to draw a blade the moment I see another sail on the horizon. You learn to live with a dagger under your pillow, and another above your head ready to cut your own life short at any moment." Red Beard had the height, the strength, the posture and the smell to be the scariest thing anyone has ever seen. However, at that moment, Henry wasn't afraid of him, not as he had been, and not because of a sudden rush of bravery. Fear, not rooted in survival, but drawing itself from the deep ends of his mind. Tapping into memories that never felt quite real, or quite his. The old man asked him a question. Henry had but a moment to run through all the subjects in his life he wants to avoid, and all the ones he strives to find. The answer came to his head, faces of men and women flooding his thoughts - " No..." - he began, but he felt his jaw slack and his lips part slightly. The eye was some inches away, but the longer he stared, the closer it seemed to get...or larger. The blue pulled at him, and Henry felt himself falling. The feeling of a never-ending flight you can't control, where you lose grasp of where up and down is and whether you are rushing towards the sky or the ocean. To Henry, it felt like ages, before a familiar voice, sourceless, came to his ears. " Thou yond swallow the waves and crawl the depths, feed mine hunger as thou draweth breath and I shalt release thou from the binds of death."
The ringing of the deep voice still in his ears, he felt a powerful shove on his back that brought him to his senses. He was still in the room, the old man was talking to Redbeard, the sound muffled and distant. Henry's earing taking a few seconds to re-focus on the words - " To be a captain?" - Henry thought. "Yes!" - he put his hand on the table as he spoke, breaking eye contact with Windfeld turning to Red Beard - "The Captain needs to be respected, or there is no order. And feared, or there is no restraint. You set the rules, you make the plans, we execute." - Henry raises a finger pointing towards the ocean outside these walls as he speaks - "I sail the seas because staying inland, would be a prison to me. I would welcome death out there if it came to my door, for it would mean I had died free." - he thought for a second, and then said in false old man voice - "We who travel the sea of freedom, are bound only by the laws of ship and ocean." - he ended the quote with a mocking pride. - "An old fisherman told me that. Older than you." - pointing at Windfeld - "I don't look for justice or heroics. Give me gold to spend and my name on a bard's song, and I'll die happy." After that wonderful joke of his, he calms himself down, now turning his brown old eyes to him, staring right at him with a smile. “Yer darn right about that! I like this kid! For someone who’s so young, ya sure know respect! Bahaha!" He says proudly as he slams his fist into the table, grabbing the barrel of beer and drinking the rest of the barrel. It didn't even seem that he had even taken a sip, he was still the same. "We are far from hero's of the sea. We aren’t the damn armies of this world that keep their own idea of justice. We are the Sea Giant from below, the Sea Giant who will eat anyone alive who tries to mess with us. Murder and plunder those we desire and bring some good old chaos into this world. That’s what it means to be a Sea Giant pirate.” He explains as he slowly lifts himself up, the floors creaking under his heavy weight and knock on the ceiling as he hit his head on it. Now standing straight with his axe by his side. His eyes glimmering with murderous intent. “Welcome to the crew boys. We gonna be sailing for some blood and gold. How does that sound?” He says finally as he gives a final and hideous smirk.
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Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker'
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 48
Physical Description: Standing about 1.75 m tall, Windfeld is neither tall nor very muscular, though rugged and whether bitten are words that describe him well. Windfeld has a large, brown full beard and two eyes of different color each. His right is brown and the left is light blue and mostly kept behind a black patch.
Clothes and Equipment: Windfeld wears black boots, a large worn blue coat with a hat to match. Besides various exotic jewelry on his fingers, he wears a distinct necklace with a four leaf clover pendant with black gemstones and an carved ivory skull in the middle.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 10:14:38 GMT -8
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Post by Windfeld 'Sea-shrieker' on Nov 10, 2017 13:00:55 GMT -8
The red bearded colossus moved in close and his deep breath almost stifled Windfeld's pibe pushing him to huff harder to keep the tobacco burning. A wry smile slowly crept up on his face hearing the huge pirate's twisted ways of abusing his victims for his own good - and probably pleasure too. "Haha, I say we do whatever we like with those so unfortunate to cross our path!" he exclaimed as his face lit up in excitement. "I haven't been this excited for a long, long time captain! For one I'm looking forward to spending many cruel and twisted years in your service!" he said and gave the boy a sidelong glance. It was all giggles and fun with this guy, but somehow something had helped him break free of his 'eye', that only few could muster the willpower to do. There was something interesting about this one - something that at least told him that making him a walking flesh shield was not the most interesting use of him. "Hahaha! You'll need no appointment with this doctor - he'll come to you!" he said and laughed as he slapped his belly. "Normally I would say, that you would probably regret it, but hearing how you recruit your dogs on deck I wonder if you'd find my treatment somewhat amusing..!" he said and grinned. "Indeed it will be on me if they die - I will take the honor of that. But I promise you, that we will not lose manpower just because they die!" he said and fiddled with his amulet. "Oh I can be nasty with very little to work with I guarantee that!" he said and chuckled hearing the guy's joke. "Doctor Windfeld 'Sea Shrieker' will keep a good eye on everyone..! Or was it the bad one? We'll see! Hahaha!" he laughed along with Brighton. His own laugh was thinner and more piercing than the captain's deep and rumbling laugh that was more akin to massive waves crashing onto the deck in stormy whether. But it was by no means a merry laugh that came from Windfeld, rather it was cold as the night and void of compassion as the echo of the hammering of nails into the coffin of your enemy. Brighton's last words made Windfeld laugh even harder as he leaned back. "Hahahaha!!!" he said and even dropped his pibe in sheer amuzement. "Yes!!! This is how it's supposed to be! Let's leave this peace of dirt and make for where ever the smell of blood and lust for gold takes us!" He said and pointed at the mush that was once an undead squirrel. "We even have a fitting mascot!" he jested and looked at the boy again before speaking more muted. "Now don't you go disappoint me. You're one of the few that made me think you'd be more useful alive than dead. Don't go disprove me huh? Or the doctor will treat you real good!" he said with a wry smile before flashing another grin. [You're up Henry "Drake" Drake]
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Henry "Drake" Drake
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 17
Physical Description: His skin tanned after years at sea, Henry has the looks of a nimble man light on his feat. Crows feet due to his time exposed to the sun nestle on the edges of his pale jade green eyes.
His auburn hair long enough for a fringe in front, and to cover part of his ears on the side.
His teeth, all still present, but with a shade of green to them due to the herb he's grown used to chewing on called Qat.
Together with calloused hands, cuts and scars sprinkled all over his body, he looks like a mixture of a child too young to be at sea, and a sailor who has seen far too much.
Clothes and Equipment: On a normal day you'd see him fashioned with loose garments mixing a short-neck shirt with flowing leather vests. Thin linen pants, rolled up to his knees, strapped by a thick leather belt with a heavy metal buckle. Strong enough to hold his rapier and daggers.
At sea he wears a tricorne hat to cover from the sun and rain, as well as a length of rope on his lower back for emergencies.
Besides his weapons, he has three small pouches. Coin, Qat, and a third one he rarely uses. And a thin looking glass, foggy and rusted.
Registered: Oct 30, 2017 5:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Henry "Drake" Drake on Nov 14, 2017 7:23:58 GMT -8
"These two really enjoy laughing." - Henry considered as the two men laughed their hearts out at their own quips - "It's different..." - The ponderment took Henry back, memories not far in the past but distant enough to make them blurry and unreliable. But they told him this was different - "Don't fear the known enemy, fear the unpredictable ally." - the thought made him shiver.
Henry checked his belt and pockets for all his belongings, took a sip of his drink on the table and set the tasteless brew mug back down. With two trained fingers he snatched a couple of Qat leaves from a pouch to chew on - "I'll need to buy more before heading out, or I'll starve out there." - And with a green smile, avoiding Windfeld's covered eye, he finally said - "Gold and Red have always been my favorite colors Captain and I've been grounded for too long. Let us sail."
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on Apr 23, 2018 12:14:55 GMT -8
A massive black suit of armour walks in with a 12 year old girl on it's shoulder dangling her legs. They'd had trouble getting in the door, and they'd attracted plenty of attention on the trek here, but they'd made it. The girl was undeniably bored. They'd walked through the dull utopia of Isra with very little to do, and she hadn't eaten for a while. The armour could sense her boredom, as it always could. He didn't need to eat, but he couldn't deny he'd disliked the monotonous trek as well. At least they were at a place where something would happen now.
"I wonder if there's anything we can do here," the girl said "I want something to do. Isra is just so boring."
"Patience, Lily," the armour said "I'm sure we'll find something soon enough."
The armour lets the girl get off it's shoulder and sit at a table. It then walks towards the bar.
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Davous the Black
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 30-something
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Davous is fit, though not necessarily strong, standing at 6'1 with pale skin. He has brown hair cut just above the eyebrows and red eyes, and sports a thin beard. Oh. And the black bat wings. In case you couldn't notice.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dull red robes, cut in the back to allow for the wings; an oaken staff and basic necromancer's and demonologist's tools in a rather deep bag. He also wears a twisted black amulet.
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Player's online availability : Often enough.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 1:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Davous the Black on Apr 25, 2018 11:00:04 GMT -8
Shortly after Lily's arrival with the suit of armor, a black-cloaked man, his hood concealing his face, practically stumbles in, clutching his head with his right hand and desperately searching for balance with his left. His wits have clearly not only left him, but withdrawn their rent deposit and defrauded the rest of him a long time ago, and his motor control is so lacking as to suggest that he may not be entirely in control of his movements.
"Erhmgrd, demonsnshite, hurtsmheadbt'twn'tstprrrrrrt..."
He falls at the bar, forehead resting on the wood with his arms folded in front of it. He raises a finger and orders, slightly muffled, "One'f your g'ds'd'mn'd strongest drinks, pl's."
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on Apr 25, 2018 11:07:02 GMT -8
Shortly after Lily's arrival with the suit of armor, a black-cloaked man, his hood concealing his face, practically stumbles in, clutching his head with his right hand and desperately searching for balance with his left. His wits have clearly not only left him, but withdrawn their rent deposit and defrauded the rest of him a long time ago, and his motor control is so lacking as to suggest that he may not be entirely in control of his movements. "Erhmgrd, demonsnshite, hurtsmheadbt'twn'tstprrrrrrt..." He falls at the bar, forehead resting on the wood with his arms folded in front of it. He raises a finger and orders, slightly muffled, "One'f your g'ds'd'mn'd strongest drinks, pl's." The armour is at the bar next to him. It is about to ask the barman about getting some food for Lily now and for the journey ahead when the man stumbles to the bar. He looks over at the man, and suddenly feels glad that it never has, nor ever will be, drunk. "I wouldn't recommend another drink," it said "I doubt you'll be able to stay conscious for too long. At the very least you should prepare for the coming hangover."
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Davous the Black
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 30-something
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Davous is fit, though not necessarily strong, standing at 6'1 with pale skin. He has brown hair cut just above the eyebrows and red eyes, and sports a thin beard. Oh. And the black bat wings. In case you couldn't notice.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dull red robes, cut in the back to allow for the wings; an oaken staff and basic necromancer's and demonologist's tools in a rather deep bag. He also wears a twisted black amulet.
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Player's online availability : Often enough.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 1:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Davous the Black on Apr 25, 2018 11:34:02 GMT -8
Shortly after Lily's arrival with the suit of armor, a black-cloaked man, his hood concealing his face, practically stumbles in, clutching his head with his right hand and desperately searching for balance with his left. His wits have clearly not only left him, but withdrawn their rent deposit and defrauded the rest of him a long time ago, and his motor control is so lacking as to suggest that he may not be entirely in control of his movements. "Erhmgrd, demonsnshite, hurtsmheadbt'twn'tstprrrrrrt..." He falls at the bar, forehead resting on the wood with his arms folded in front of it. He raises a finger and orders, slightly muffled, "One'f your g'ds'd'mn'd strongest drinks, pl's." The armour is at the bar next to him. It is about to ask the barman about getting some food for Lily now and for the journey ahead when the man stumbles to the bar. He looks over at the man, and suddenly feels glad that it never has, nor ever will be, drunk. "I wouldn't recommend another drink," it said "I doubt you'll be able to stay conscious for too long. At the very least you should prepare for the coming hangover." "Hhhshshshshshshsh." With the same finger as before, the man attempts to silence the armor. The armor is quite taller than he is and he manages to sloppily rest his index finger on its breastplate. "Ikn'ws'w't'n'n'd." He looks up to the bartender. "Drink, pl's."
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on Apr 25, 2018 11:38:31 GMT -8
The armour is at the bar next to him. It is about to ask the barman about getting some food for Lily now and for the journey ahead when the man stumbles to the bar. He looks over at the man, and suddenly feels glad that it never has, nor ever will be, drunk. "I wouldn't recommend another drink," it said "I doubt you'll be able to stay conscious for too long. At the very least you should prepare for the coming hangover." "Hhhshshshshshshsh." With the same finger as before, the man attempts to silence the armor. The armor is quite taller than he is and he manages to sloppily rest his index finger on its breastplate. "Ikn'ws'w't'n'n'd." He looks up to the bartender. "Drink, pl's." If the armour could have raised it's right eyebrow, it would have. It didn't help that he had no idea what the man was saying for the most part. He looked over to the table where Lily was to see her happily twiddling her thumbs, looking around at the people in the tavern. She then looked at the man. "Who's that guy?" She asked with her telepathic link to the armour. "No idea," the armour replied "He seems to be extremely drunk. It would be better not to talk to him."The armour waits for the man to be served before he asks for anything.
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Davous the Black
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 30-something
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Davous is fit, though not necessarily strong, standing at 6'1 with pale skin. He has brown hair cut just above the eyebrows and red eyes, and sports a thin beard. Oh. And the black bat wings. In case you couldn't notice.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dull red robes, cut in the back to allow for the wings; an oaken staff and basic necromancer's and demonologist's tools in a rather deep bag. He also wears a twisted black amulet.
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Player's online availability : Often enough.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 1:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Davous the Black on Apr 25, 2018 11:46:13 GMT -8
"Hhhshshshshshshsh." With the same finger as before, the man attempts to silence the armor. The armor is quite taller than he is and he manages to sloppily rest his index finger on its breastplate. "Ikn'ws'w't'n'n'd." He looks up to the bartender. "Drink, pl's." If the armour could have raised it's right eyebrow, it would have. It didn't help that he had no idea what the man was saying for the most part. He looked over to the table where Lily was to see her happily twiddling her thumbs, looking around at the people in the tavern. She then looked at the man. "Who's that guy?" She asked with her telepathic link to the armour. "No idea," the armour replied "He seems to be extremely drunk. It would be better not to talk to him."The armour waits for the man to be served before he asks for anything. The man receives his drink and greedily snatches it from the bar, emptying the contents in moments. Almost instantly, his unseen countenance changes, and he grins. "Ah, much better," he sighs, energized. He sits upright and turns to face the armor. "M'name's Davous, Davous the Black."
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on Apr 25, 2018 11:49:17 GMT -8
If the armour could have raised it's right eyebrow, it would have. It didn't help that he had no idea what the man was saying for the most part. He looked over to the table where Lily was to see her happily twiddling her thumbs, looking around at the people in the tavern. She then looked at the man. "Who's that guy?" She asked with her telepathic link to the armour. "No idea," the armour replied "He seems to be extremely drunk. It would be better not to talk to him."The armour waits for the man to be served before he asks for anything. The man receives his drink and greedily snatches it from the bar, emptying the contents in moments. Almost instantly, his unseen countenance changes, and he grins. "Ah, much better," he sighs, energized. He sits upright and turns to face the armor. "M'name's Davous, Davous the Black." The armour is taken aback by this sudden change in energy. He didn't really want to stay long for Lily's sake, but he had to at least be polite. "Just call me...the Knight," the armour says slowly. He really had no idea what to say. Lily just looks at them skeptically from her table.
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Davous the Black
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 30-something
Physical Description: -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Davous is fit, though not necessarily strong, standing at 6'1 with pale skin. He has brown hair cut just above the eyebrows and red eyes, and sports a thin beard. Oh. And the black bat wings. In case you couldn't notice.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dull red robes, cut in the back to allow for the wings; an oaken staff and basic necromancer's and demonologist's tools in a rather deep bag. He also wears a twisted black amulet.
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Player's online availability : Often enough.
Registered: Jan 16, 2018 1:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Davous the Black on Apr 25, 2018 13:32:25 GMT -8
The man receives his drink and greedily snatches it from the bar, emptying the contents in moments. Almost instantly, his unseen countenance changes, and he grins. "Ah, much better," he sighs, energized. He sits upright and turns to face the armor. "M'name's Davous, Davous the Black." The armour is taken aback by this sudden change in energy. He didn't really want to stay long for Lily's sake, but he had to at least be polite. "Just call me...the Knight," the armour says slowly. He really had no idea what to say. Lily just looks at them skeptically from her table. "The... Knight, huh. Weird name. It's a tarot card kind of name. What brings you to town?"
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on Apr 25, 2018 21:52:31 GMT -8
The armour is taken aback by this sudden change in energy. He didn't really want to stay long for Lily's sake, but he had to at least be polite. "Just call me...the Knight," the armour says slowly. He really had no idea what to say. Lily just looks at them skeptically from her table. "The... Knight, huh. Weird name. It's a tarot card kind of name. What brings you to town?" "We are merely traveling. Looking for some kind of work, or even just anything to do. We stopped here to eat and rest."
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 3, 2018 22:11:06 GMT -8
"The... Knight, huh. Weird name. It's a tarot card kind of name. What brings you to town?" "We are merely traveling. Looking for some kind of work, or even just anything to do. We stopped here to eat and rest." Due to Davous' lack of response, the Knight buys a meal of fish for Lily and also some supplies for the road ahead, mostly bread and filling up their water canteen. It was easy to conserve rations when you're only fellow traveler was 12 years old. After finishing, the Knight walks out of the tavern, Lily running on ahead.
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Meredith
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Registered: May 2, 2018 21:03:10 GMT -8
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Post by Meredith on May 4, 2018 15:09:04 GMT -8
As he entered the tavern the merchant encountered the Knight and Lily Vastara , "You look to be a fine warrior. You must have heard the name Annan Ap Owen , or know someone who has. You see I have a letter for him." He held up the letter, "This letter comes with a promissory note of 2 gold. What say I sell it to you for 3 silver, eh? You could pass it along easy enough." Mr. Owen,
I cannot believe that your letter made it back to me. When I first saw the bottle on the beach I had thought for sure that it had never made it past the surf. Surely some divine presence has helped us communicate. I will risk sending this letter by courier. There is a chance it will be intercepted, but I now trust that luck is on my side for once.
A quest for immortality?!? That is truly the most audacious and exciting adventure I have heard of. In the stories, such desires are often met with unexpected sorrow and consequences. What drives you to such an end? I cannot comprehend but I wish I could partake in such an adventure.
Yet I fear that my stepfather will never release me. As soon as I am wed the king will have committed his only wagger for the throne. He has begotten no children from my mother yet, therefore he has no heir to the throne other than his hold on me. Until his own sons are born I will be passed from suitor to suitor in order to make the lords think that I might be given to one of them. I cannot actually be wed to anyone for then that house would have a chance of putting their own children onto the throne through me. As you can see I am put a piece on a board to all concerned. You speak of a remedy, but unless you have an army to take over an entire nation it would not be possible. Even then, I would not wish for such a war. Better that I live a captive then let the entire nation suffer for my freedom. The tales of your exploits will be enough to keep me happy.
Gorian is part of an island chain to the west of Isra. The trip would only take a few days. If you do send a letter of courtship you must convince my father of its authenticity. He reads everything that is sent to me. Please tell me more about your adventures. Do you now rule over the lands that you have conquered? What were the battles like that you fought in? My father will be intrigued by such details. Just remember not to mention our previous contact or my father will be very displeased with me.
With Anticipation, Meredith <3
P.S. I have promised the deliverer of this letter 2 gold.
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 4, 2018 21:30:12 GMT -8
As he entered the tavern the merchant encountered the Knight and Lily Vastara , "You look to be a fine warrior. You must have heard the name Annan Ap Owen , or know someone who has. You see I have a letter for him." He held up the letter, "This letter comes with a promissory note of 2 gold. What say I sell it to you for 3 silver, eh? You could pass it along easy enough." Mr. Owen,
I cannot believe that your letter made it back to me. When I first saw the bottle on the beach I had thought for sure that it had never made it past the surf. Surely some divine presence has helped us communicate. I will risk sending this letter by courier. There is a chance it will be intercepted, but I now trust that luck is on my side for once.
A quest for immortality?!? That is truly the most audacious and exciting adventure I have heard of. In the stories, such desires are often met with unexpected sorrow and consequences. What drives you to such an end? I cannot comprehend but I wish I could partake in such an adventure.
Yet I fear that my stepfather will never release me. As soon as I am wed the king will have committed his only wagger for the throne. He has begotten no children from my mother yet, therefore he has no heir to the throne other than his hold on me. Until his own sons are born I will be passed from suitor to suitor in order to make the lords think that I might be given to one of them. I cannot actually be wed to anyone for then that house would have a chance of putting their own children onto the throne through me. As you can see I am put a piece on a board to all concerned. You speak of a remedy, but unless you have an army to take over an entire nation it would not be possible. Even then, I would not wish for such a war. Better that I live a captive then let the entire nation suffer for my freedom. The tales of your exploits will be enough to keep me happy.
Gorian is part of an island chain to the west of Isra. The trip would only take a few days. If you do send a letter of courtship you must convince my father of its authenticity. He reads everything that is sent to me. Please tell me more about your adventures. Do you now rule over the lands that you have conquered? What were the battles like that you fought in? My father will be intrigued by such details. Just remember not to mention our previous contact or my father will be very displeased with me.
With Anticipation, Meredith <3
P.S. I have promised the deliverer of this letter 2 gold.
Lily and the Knight looked at each other for a moment in astonishment. They had been traveling Isra this entire time for work, and the one time they get it they nearly missed it! The Knight then removed his hollow foot, revealing a stash of coin. Lily rumaged around in it before handing 3 silver to the Merchant. "Your job sounds interesting," Lily said "We'll do it." "One thing..." The Knight continues "Do you know where we can find this Annan Ap Owen?"
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Meredith
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Registered: May 2, 2018 21:03:10 GMT -8
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Post by Meredith on May 5, 2018 0:23:05 GMT -8
"The Toragana Mountains I was told, wherever that is." The merchant took the coin and handed over the envelope. It was sealed with wax but had not been stamped. There was nothing stopping anyone from opening it and resealing it.
"You can always sell the letter if you cannot find the man. As long as it keeps traveling the lands it's bound to make it to him eventually. I was given the letter by a ship's captain who had it from someone else." The merchant handed over the two gold promissory note as well.
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Lily Vastara
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: 12
Physical Description: -----
Lily is a slim girl and slightly short for her age, standing at around 5". She has light skin, red eyes and white hair.
The Knight is tall, standing at 7"3. As he is an animated suit of armour, inside the suit he is hollow
Clothes and Equipment: ----
Lily wears a green dress that stops around her knees. She wears leather boots and gauntlets, and has two silver swords.
The Knight wears black, ornate armour. He carries a massive shield which is almost as big as he is, and a sword which is about half his size.
Registered: Apr 23, 2018 10:19:01 GMT -8
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Post by Lily Vastara on May 5, 2018 2:41:55 GMT -8
"The Toragana Mountains I was told, wherever that is." The merchant took the coin and handed over the envelope. It was sealed with wax but had not been stamped. There was nothing stopping anyone from opening it and resealing it. "You can always sell the letter if you cannot find the man. As long as it keeps traveling the lands it's bound to make it to him eventually. I was given the letter by a ship's captain who had it from someone else." The merchant handed over the two gold promissory note as well. "Thank you for your help," The Knight replied. "We'll deliver this as soon as we can." The Knight reattached his foot, took the note and walked out of the tavern, followed by Lily, who was walking with a spring in her step. "Let's go find this mysterious man!" She said excitedly.
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