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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 9:21:53 GMT -8
To the east of the town is the road leading out across the land - wandering out to the western shores and through any other small villages that dot the landscape. There’s no guard here at the edge of town, but that doesn’t stop the occasional highwayman from trying to rob passersby.
(The border is open and generally unmanned - people can come and go as they please, but be prepared for the occasional highway man... If you would like or wouldn't mind an encounter, post a die roll in your post~) |
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Abby Longblood
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Age: 21
Physical Description: An albino girl with a short body and thin posture. Her skin is very pale and her hair is dyed a soft pink over her natural white-silver. Because of her Albinism her eyes appear red.
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Clothes and Equipment: Likes to wear dresses that are short in the front, with torn apart lace over it to make it easier to move.
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Her weapon is a long black leather whip with an enchantment gem in the handle. When touched by any part of the whip the victim will be hit with a current of electricity. Not enough to knock them out, but enough to restrict movements and cause uncontrollable jerks of the body.
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Post by Abby Longblood on Jul 27, 2017 8:31:11 GMT -8
Coming from Alnwicks docks, Abby and Oskar Augustlicht would make their way towards Ricket's bar & Inn
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Erstonian Order
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Post by Erstonian Order on Nov 1, 2017 13:08:21 GMT -8
@helmfirth
Anyone who may have been on the road, and anyone who may have been paying attention at Alnwick, would have seen two riders. The ponies they rode were of humble stock, meant only to transport their belongings. One of the men was dressed in simple, brown robes; judging by his bald head he may have very well been a priest. the other man wore a light gambeson, carried a sword, a spear, an iron helmet, and a round shield; one might assume he was the priest's bodyguard.
As they came forth towards Alnwick the priest would attempt to single a fellow out and inquire "might I ask the condition of this fine town? What should a man such as myself know, and where may I find respite?" The 'bodyguard merely crossed his arms and sighed, obviously ready to get off of his horse and rest his haunches.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 6:09:31 GMT -8
The pair would quickly find the place less than hospitable, and not due to a lack of commodities. Singling out individuals usually came with other rough, gruff, and aggressive friends nearby. It wasn't hard to draw a conclusion that many were less than reputable. And worse off, the priest was met with scoffs, being laughed at, mocked, and shooed off - almost with an assault as he found himself bothering a pair of men that were in the middle of some gambling game involving dice, and more swarmed in just as quickly to play. Flagging out a woman in the company of two men proved almost hazardous in another sense, as her flirty eyes and ample bust accented in a tight corset were all but pressed up to the side of the plain mount the knight rode.
The place wasn't particularly friendly, or orthodox.
Eventually they might have been pointed to a tavern (I will create and tag you in when I get a chance) that was just as rugged as the people that stumbled and trudged and stomped around.
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Erstonian Order
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Post by Erstonian Order on Nov 5, 2017 9:47:22 GMT -8
The pitiful priest found himself pushed around with no help from his bodyguard. It was to be expected, however, the man was not here to die for the priest. Ultimately he managed to pull his robbed companion away and made for the local tavern.
"Say nothin'," the bodyguard warned before finding a suitable place to sit. "Two ales," he would say, tossing up a pair of fingers. "And when ye get back, I might 'ave a few questions."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2017 23:13:16 GMT -8
(Ok forget the thread then)
The waitress, a woman with a glare that said 'no nonsense', nodded and wandered off to find a couple of relatively clean mugs to serve them the ale. When she returned, the serving platter tucked under her arm with fist on her wide hips, she stared at the bodyguard with a bit of a curious stare.
"Somethin' ya' need, hon?" she asked.
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