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Post by Saucy Rogue on Nov 15, 2014 18:54:14 GMT -5
[Several small notices can be seen in the nooks and shadowed corners of the Ogre, spotted by those of keen eye.] |
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Post by DM Maleficent's Kiss on Nov 15, 2014 18:58:58 GMT -5
*a pig farmer walks up and reads the notice then frowns and walks off talking to himself* Damn thankless job...but because of me you have BACON! I GIVE YOU BACON!! AND EVERYONE LOVES AND WANTS BACON!
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Post by Rane on Nov 16, 2014 6:51:27 GMT -5
Ivan battlemane sits in a dark corner in the bar. He looks up from his card game with as serious a face as he has ever had.
"Did someone say bacon?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 9:24:29 GMT -5
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Post by erratic1 on Nov 16, 2014 9:46:55 GMT -5
*A hooded individual in a drab, worn outfit of dark blue and brown leathers approaches the sign, inspects it carefully, then frowns, quietly murmering to himself*
"I wonder if the guild knows about this..." *A moment later, he is gone, nowhere to be found, any patrons either not engaged in their own activities or too drunk to notice or even care would one minute see the man, the next, they would not, without any fanfair.*
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Post by FORSETIS on Nov 16, 2014 10:51:46 GMT -5
*an old cloaked man reads over the notice, then chats with the bar keep for a few moments.*
//PM sent.
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Post by Saucy Rogue on Nov 16, 2014 23:54:01 GMT -5
*Replies and loose letters are quietly collected by a small woman in black cloak and grey-furred leathers.*
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Post by Saucy Rogue on Nov 18, 2014 18:40:48 GMT -5
*The woman returns, leaving a few discreetly addressed letters beneath the poster.*
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