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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 18:55:35 GMT -8
The two nodded as Regal regaled them with his tale. They shook their heads sympathetically when he mentioned the disagreement, but didn't say a word until he was finished. Once he mentioned that he was open to freelance work, they grinned again. It really wasn't very pleasant, sitting between the two of them as they smiled like that.
"Well now, sir...we could be in the market for a map. There's a very specific thing we'd like to know the location of, and a map to it would be just the thing we need. Do you do commissions? It'd have to be very quiet, of course. Keep it hushed. I trust you can be discreet about your mapmaking?"
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 17, 2017 19:06:55 GMT -8
Unsavory indeed...
"To be quiet honest I prefer my work to be done quietly." Again he lied close to the truth, peace and quiet was not a bad thing, his voice was hushed but easily heard between he two of them.
"But yes, I could be discreet if it were required, but know I wouldn't place my neck in a noose for scratch." He said sliding his seat back a bit, as it to get more comfortable. He wanted to bolt, but his curiousity was getting the better of him.
" What sort of map do you require?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 17, 2017 21:08:25 GMT -8
The two gentlemen smiled, nodding with satisfaction. Leaning in close, they began to speak in even more hushed voices. The rest of the bar seemed to back away a bit, consciously ignoring the odd trio.
"We're looking for a man with particular talents."
"Talents that you may have."
"We need you to find something."
"We need a map to the location."
"The hidden graveyard of the Collister family, deep within the Sanguine Woods. Young Ms. Tanya Collister has recently been interred there, gods rest her soul. We intend to disinter her, along with the jewels she was buried with. We're professional exhumeers, you see. The term 'Graverobber' is just so crass, don't you think? This must be kept secret. As long as the family believes that the poor girl is still in there, was there really a crime committed? I trust you can do this for us. Believe me, you'll be very well compensated."
Crooker held up a heavy bag of gold, which jingled when he placed it on the counter. There had to be two hundred pieces in there, if not more.
"All this, if you draw us the map. All you need to do is find the graveyard and do your cartography. How about it, hmm?"
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 18, 2017 12:37:43 GMT -8
Regal began rappin' his finger tips against the table, torn between curiosity and caution.... but the gold weighed heavily on his mind , since he wallet was not what it could have been...
" Hmm, I suppose I could give you the map as requested, but i'll likely not wander close enough to read the stones" He answered in a hush tone while going to take a drink.
His stomach tied it's self in knots as he tried not to think of what they were doing with the corpses, he had heard numerous rumors of doctors hiring grave robbers for what ever reason, but hushed whispers of darker reason stroked his mind...
He shivered.
" Where is the area you'd like surveyed?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 12:50:10 GMT -8
Shank gestured vaguely. "South of here, down the road. Two day's walk. You'll spot a forest, and that's the Sanguine Woods. It's pretty hard to miss. Just find the graveyard, draw a map, and return. Simple as that, for this bag of gold." He reached into the bag, pulling out five gold coins and sliding them across the counter towards Regal. The gold sparkled under the bar's lanterns, shining invitingly. Crooker chuckled, signalling the bartender for another round of milk. "Take these, as a token of good will. They should cover any costs you incur while traveling there and back. Do you have any other questions? If not...well, you have a long trek ahead of you. We'll wait here for six days. After that...we can only assume that you're not returning."
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 18, 2017 13:16:33 GMT -8
The cheesecake was set down right in front of her and both of Tasha's brows lifted. That was regular cheesecake? It didn't look like any other cheesecake she'd seen before. The investigator hesitated to reach for her fork, hesitated to even eat it.
Although she hadn't really found anything worrying at the milk bar -- other than a few moments of uncomfortable tension coming from Charlotte -- Sasha knew that sometimes, things did not entirely appear as they seemed. Well, she was an exact example of that, wasn't she?
"Ah... this is regular? What is the stuff on top?" she asked, gesturing with a single finger to the zig-zag of good on top of the slice.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 13:38:14 GMT -8
Charlotte smiled, pleased to be talking about cakes rather than cows. She glanced down at the slice to see what Sasha was talking about, then chuckled.
"Oh, that's just a honey glaze. I can fix you a slice without it if you don't like honey, but that's how we serve all our plain cheesecakes. Go on, try a bite! I'm sure you'll like it."
She shuffled her feet, seemingly impatient for Sasha to take a bite. Meanwhile, her husband stood at the bar, handing out glasses of milk and chuckling with the patrons.
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 18, 2017 13:40:59 GMT -8
The cheesecake was set down right in front of her and both of Tasha's brows lifted. That was regular cheesecake? It didn't look----- Regal moved the coins around debating how he wanted to handle this situation. " Sounds like an easy enough job I suppose..." He said stacking the coins. The amount of pay concerned him greatly. This was an awful lot of loot for 'just a map' " Should I be aware of any surprises?" He asked, his eyes wandered the bar as he went to take a drink of the cold milk, plenty of lovely sights to be seen as there were. His eyes might have lingered a moment longer than they should have on a young lady with a slice of pie. He missed completely and ended up dumping milk over himself "For the love of light!" he swore as he attempted to brush the liquid off of him self.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 15, 2024 22:33:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 13:45:43 GMT -8
The large woman meandered down the road until she eventually came upon the quaint tavern. Looking at the sign she smiled.
"Oh! A new place to pick up recipes." She mused as she walked inside, most likely smacking her head against the doorframe. She ducked under and rubbed her forehead as she entered the bar, eventually finding a seat.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 13:51:05 GMT -8
Crooker hesitated, bouncing the coins in his hand for a moment before answering.
"Well, there is the small matter of the gameskeepers. They keep an eye on the forest, and remove tresspassers. I trust that you can avoid them, of course. A man of your skill should have no trouble with groundskeepers in the Sanguine Woods. Other than that...you should be fine."
He watched blankly as Regal poured milk all over himself, without so much as a twitch of sympathy.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 13:56:47 GMT -8
The large woman meandered down the road until she eventually came upon the quaint tavern. Looking at the sign she smiled. "Oh! A new place to pick up recipes." She mused as she walked inside, most likely smacking her head against the doorframe. She ducked under and rubbed her forehead as she entered the bar, eventually finding a seat. Heads turned as Debbie walked in, likely due to her height. The bartender looked up at her as she sat down, somewhat surprised to see such a tall woman in his bar. He was rather short and portly, as was his wife. "Hello there, ma'am. What can I get for you today? A glass of milk, perhaps? Chocolate milk, maybe? Or would you like some cheesecake?" If Debbie looked around the bar, she'd spot some decidedly odd people sitting around. One of the strangest was seated beside her, in a floppy, two-pointed hat. He was looking the other way, and Debbie wouldn't be able to get a good look at his face.
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Registered: May 15, 2024 22:33:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 14:00:38 GMT -8
Debbie looked around until the waiter came by and told her their specials. She licked her lips at the mention of cheesecake.
"Chocolate milk and cheesecake sounds lovely! I'll take a cup and slice please." She said with a smile. She turned to the fellow next to her and nodded.
"Hello there." She greeted in a cheery fashion.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 14:10:43 GMT -8
The bartender hurried off to get Debbie her order, and soon returned with a slice of cheesecake and a glass of chocolate milk. He also handed a glass of plain milk to the man next to her, who raised the glass for a dainty sip. At Debbie's greeting, he turned, revealing a rather startling sight. He wore a painted white mask over his face, with blank holes for eyes. The mouth didn't seem to open at all, yet judging by the glass, he'd very clearly taken a sip. "Hello." His voice was flat and emotionless, and altogether unremarkable. It wasn't particularly high or low, grating or soothing.
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Registered: May 15, 2024 22:33:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 14:12:19 GMT -8
Debbie seemed taken back somewhat before averting her eyes and taking a quick sip of her chocolate milk. She turned her attention back to the main, a little nervous.
"So, uh....you....you come here often?" She asked with hesitation.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 14:19:43 GMT -8
The man nodded, his hat waving and flopping. He stared at Debbie, although exactly where he was looking was impossible to tell with the mask.
"Yes I do. I quite enjoy the milk. It's richer. Sweeter. Creamier."
For someone who enjoyed the milk so much, he certainly didn't sound very enthusiastic about it. Still, he didn't sound very enthusiastic about anything, really. Before Debbie had a chance to respond, however, he spoke again.
"You have lovely eyes, miss. Would you like to sell one?"
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Registered: May 15, 2024 22:33:16 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 14:22:49 GMT -8
She shifted herself a little farther away from the man after asking that.
"Uh...they're not for sale." She said as she stuffed her mouth with the cheesecake. "What, uh....what do you do for a living?"
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on May 18, 2017 14:26:20 GMT -8
"Oh, honey," she said looking at the piece and winced a little, unaware that she was being watched by Regal Al'nin Withernorth a few seats away. She reached up and tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, the tendril having fallen loose from the thick braid down her back. "I'm afraid I'm allergic to honey," she told Charlotte and pushed the plate a bit across the counter, back toward the bartender's wife. "Could I please get another? I'm so sorry to inconvenience you..." Sasha said, the expression on her face sweet and imploring, making sure to put a touch of guilt in her Rondi eyes so that Charlotte would know that she didn't mean to be such a nuisance... "For the love of light!" Sasha looked up and at Regal finally, watching as he tried to wipe spilled milk from his body. It was then that she noticed @likethecupcakes enter the tavern as well, catching her attention the way she captured everyone else's. For a moment, Sasha watched the large woman walk by, mildly curious... and then the strange man with the mask came out. Mmhm. Yep. Strange vibes. Really strange vibes. She took out her pen and notepad and then looked back at Regal. "Do you need napkins...?" she asked him, and slid off her barstool to reach for some and walk them over to him.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 14:36:02 GMT -8
Charlotte nodded sympathetically, picking up the cheesecake.
"Yes, of course. I'll get you another one right away. Don't you worry, it's no trouble at all. We wouldn't want you to become ill, would we? It's a good thing you noticed."
She bustled away, leaving Sasha to watch the other patrons in the bar. There were so many strange figures sitting around, sipping glasses of milk. Was this the kind of crowd that a milk bar attracted? Who would have guessed? It seemed like such a wholesome place from the outside...
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 18, 2017 14:42:24 GMT -8
The odd masked man tilted his head to the side, causing his hat to flop ridiculously. He seemed rather confused at Debbie's decline of his offer...although, who could tell his mood, with that mask? A moment later, he spoke. His tone never changed from its dull drone, however. "Are you sure? I have many glass eyes you could replace it with. They're all quite beautiful. Would you like to see?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled a hinged wooden case from underneath his seat. Unlocking the case, he opened it to reveal a startling collection of glass eyes. When he opened the box, they all swiveled in their little cubicles to stare at Debbie, unblinking. Clearly, they had some manner of enchantment on them. "I make glass eyes, you see. Yours would be an excellent model to copy, if you'd be willing to part with one."
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Regal Al'nin Withernorth
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 158
Age: 26
Physical Description: Regal has a lanky profile shaped from a life of hard work but doesn't seem imposing. He is of average height with unkept- moppy-brown hair with pale-skin and green eyes. His base features were soft, and fair however with his time spent as a scout a quiet hardness has imposed its self upon his face, couple this with an un-kept beard and weathering he's become much harder, carved from marble rather than sculpted from clay. His disposition is that of a cautious man long use to the daggers in the dark. He currently only has one eye, his left. He exchanged his right eye to escape a grim fate.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a thick dark green cloak with dark brown blotches scattered around it, with a simple light brown or dark tan tunic and leggings,split by a wide leather belt. The cuffs of his pants and fitted into a snug pair of well-crafted leather boots.
He carries a maple and oak recurve bow with a set of 12 Ash arrows contained in a dark stained leather quiver on his left flank.
On his right flank is a simple blade not much longer than a knife.
He carries a small cloth knapsack as well.*
The only armor he seems to wear is the vambrace on his right arm.
[quick inventory list]["*" denotes items in the knapsack or attached to it with twine]
1x Basic dark green/brown hooded cloak
1x Tan/lightbrown Tunic
1x wide light stained leather belt.
1x tan/brown trousers.
1x pair of finely made shin height boots.
1x dark stained leather vambrace.
1x Maple/oak short composite recurve bow. ( 28" draw @ 80 lbs)
12x Ash-shaft arrows with iron broad head points and goose fetching. ( 275 gr)
1x 6 inch-needle point- steel knife with a leather grip.
1x water sack* (1.5 lt / 50 oz )
1x slice of dried* venison (9 oz)
3x small biscuit like bread loafs.*
1x 50 ft braided rope *
1x flint and steel striker set. *
1x bedroll and blanket. *
1x smaller empty cloth bag with draw string. *
1x letter "Scouting equipment order: Levanius Curio" *
1x broken telescope( on loan atm )
Player's online availability : Fairly often around 1800- 0300 EST.
Registered: May 23, 2015 20:56:09 GMT -8
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Post by Regal Al'nin Withernorth on May 18, 2017 14:50:42 GMT -8
------ "Do you need napkins...?" she asked him, and slid off her barstool to reach for some and walk them over to him. Regal stopped mid attempt and looked up, face slowly heating. " Yea-- uh.." He worked some moisture into his mouth which had suddenly grown a field of cotton." Thank you." He said taking the napkins. Flustered as he was , he wasn't going to miss this chance to get away from the strange fellows who had flanked him. He stood and cleaned the now stained pant leg. " Thank you again ma'am, pardon my staring, I'm sure you know what staying in the woods too long does to a man's manners." He apologized, better to look a fool and be trapped like one.
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