mythosfakir
Old School
Originality: The only weapon against the mundane.
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Post by mythosfakir on Aug 1, 2010 13:42:12 GMT -5
~Four adventurers and two celestial servants arrive in Suzail through the western gate. They appear to have recently been embattled and show the marks for it. Upon the shoulder of one of the celestials is what looks like a man, wearing tattered and blood-stained clothing, who looks like a common beggar. His wounds are grievous and he draws no breath.
The adventurers carry the body of the man to the headquarters of the Purple Dragon knights. Any who have seen or know Veristan would recognize him as the man being carried.~
//The other players involved in this are invited to reply to this with their own perspectives. I think it would be neat. I'm leaving you nameless for now, though, since you may not want to be known.//
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Post by urghargh on Aug 4, 2010 5:14:17 GMT -5
During the night, one of the guards falls asleep in the barracks - the following morning he wakes in the early shadows as a cool wind blows through the rooms from an open window.
He mutters to himself and goes to close it....then glances at the body of Veristan that lies under a cloth which has been faintly disturbed by the wind.
The guard tugs the cloth up a moment, looking over the body....then shakes his head and returns to his duties.
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Beyond the barracks, a dark shape flits from rooftop to rooftop.
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Post by jujumojo on Aug 4, 2010 7:57:31 GMT -5
A hooded and cloaked figure makes his way slowly and uneasily back towards the inn of Valkur's Roar from the southwest road alone in silence, glancing over his shoulder and tensing at every movement of shadow along his way - a rancid, old, blood and sweat stained book clutched in one hand.
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Post by alathys on Aug 4, 2010 20:42:58 GMT -5
Some days later...
Alathys stoked the glowing embers with a length of wood. It was his turn on watch for the evening, and so far it had been uneventful. He glanced at the two elves, sat in that trance like state they called "reverie".
The King's Forest was a good plan, he told himself. After they all decided to keep a low profile, it was the best bet they had of keeping their wherabouts unknown, enough wildlife and greenery to live off for however long it took for this all to blow over. THe younger one had asked him if he had not minded her coming along, as she didn't wish to cause any further problems. It was nonsense, and he knew it, but his mind played tricks and argued within his head. "Was it better that she stayed back in Suzail, with her friend? Or was it safer for everyone that all three remained together out in places people would not find them?" He certainly knew that he would still be able to find time enough alone with his love, and both of them were always happy to have her company.
He sighed and looked back out into the dusk. The light of the fire was the only light he could see by and was quickly waning. A quick glance up through the trees to find the moon showed him that it was almost time for him to get some rest, and wake one of them for their turn.
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