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Post by Quadhund/Greenhouse on Mar 1, 2007 14:27:07 GMT -5
*Notes are posted across the realm in unwholesome inns*
The symbol of the night
Bringest forth right
Blade and blood
Drag money through the mud
Rocks in a box leave locks locked,
But bloody wenches weep during the day.
//OOC: If your character possesses the ability to speak thieves cant, please PM me for meaning. Note, I will have to varify first that your character does in fact have thieves cant.
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Panros
Old School
Sneak Attack - Reach out and touch someone.
Posts: 479
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Post by Panros on Mar 10, 2007 16:14:13 GMT -5
"You will take my price or I will take my leave," said an annoyed Rhyllin to Jestin of the Shades Folly. The merchant reluctantly hefted the bag of Rhyllin's finds and headed for the back of his shop.
Knowing that it would take the man a few minutes to check his ledger and bring him coin, Rhyllin decided to look about the shop. The moonelf paused as he spotted a piece of parchment tacked to the wall. Interest piqued, he quietly walked over to the paper, flicked back the hair from his eyes, and began to read the message.
"Here's your gold elf I," the returning merchant quickly cut himself short as Rhyllin turned around and glared at him with cold blue eyes. Jestin swallowed and his face paled as the elf, his angular brows furrowed, quietly approached him. "Here's your gold Rhyllin... look I didn't mean." He closed his eyes then flinched as Rhyllin suddenly reached for the quill in his hand.
With a dismissive wave of his hand the elf spun back around and began to write on the parchment. "Be glad that you held the quill," said an annoyed Rhyllin as he scrawled his name, "for it may have just saved your life."
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Post by ChrilWavingdark on Mar 14, 2007 0:03:49 GMT -5
*writes "Chril Wavingdark" on the parchment*
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