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The City Lower

Robert Fletcher
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Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png

Roleplay posts: 376

Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8

The City Lower Nov 24, 2015 21:48:03 GMT -8

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Post by Robert Fletcher on Nov 24, 2015 21:48:03 GMT -8

"Wait! Rafaela!"

Robert runs after her for a moment, then stops. He can tell, she's serious for once. And when Rafaela is serious, she's really serious. He's no hero, no matter what Inam thinks. Turning back, he runs back to the alley where Inam and Bennik wait.

"Listen, you two. It's time to go. My cousin is going to do something very dangerous, and I need to get you two out of here. It isn't safe, with all the monsters and things about. Not just the city lower. Out of Gaiaton. We'll go to my estate, in Atlanticus."

He starts heading down the path, then shakes his head.

"No, we can't just run...not without at least telling Neferet what happened."

Turning to Inam, he puts a gentle hand on the back of her head.

"Listen, take Bennik and go to the coach station. Head straight out of town, hire a coach and go to Atlanticus. Once you're there, go to my house. The staff will see Bennik and let you in. Make sure you and Bennik get to Atlanticus."

Taking a deep breath, he pats Bennik on the head.

"Don't worry, I'll be right behind you. I need to go to the memorial, to warn Neferet what's going on."

Leaning in, he gives Inam a quick kiss and runs off towards the artisan district.

Last Edit: Nov 24, 2015 22:28:53 GMT -8 by Robert Fletcher

Minister of Primary Industry in Isra

Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129

Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".

He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8

The City Lower Nov 26, 2015 14:47:21 GMT -8

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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 26, 2015 14:47:21 GMT -8

Krypt searched the warehouse diligently and, as he came upon the unconscious thug, it seemed he had been rewarded for his efforts. He had already found the gold tassel, which he placed securely into his armour, but it was the limp man on the floor that was likely to be of most use in the investigation and just as luck would have it, they were in some form of warehouse. A place full of all kinds of binding rope.

After checking the man over for serious injuries and ascertaining that he was probably okay to be taken captive, Krypt would arrange him so that if or when he woke, he would be bound tightly in rope around his ankles, knees and hands around his back. Additionally, a muffling cloth would be forced into his mouth and then tied back behind his head so that he could not speak or scream.

With both pieces of evidence gathered, Krypt would leave the warehouse and climb back up out of the Lower City in order to find Neferet. He naturally assumed that she was the one to take the evidence to, for it was certainly not his place to torture and extract the truth out of this one alone; he wasn't even sure if that was legal in Gaiaton. It probably wasn't.

<Exiting The Lower City.>

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