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Post by From Down Below on Oct 1, 2023 18:34:12 GMT -5
A letter to Griz Evenwood.
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Greetings Griz,
A beach party will be hosted for everyone to attend,
If you could please spread the words to your personnel, I would greatly appreciate it.
A few sign in Suzail has been erected for everyone to see, but in case some of your personnel don't come out this way,
your words would be more useful.
Any other personnel from the Obscene Ogre are welcomed to attend.. the more the merrier.
Beverages and food under the theme will be available.
Also don't forget to mention that everyone should bring a swimsuit, beach towels, and something to cover them from the sun!
The party will take place on the 15th Marpenoth, starting in the early afternoon, at the beach between Marsember and Suzail,
directional signs will be erected in time.
I hope to see you all there,
Regards,
- Zoey, A Simple Finger Wiggler.
*signed with her fingerprint*
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Post by Mooseocalypse on Oct 2, 2023 12:58:12 GMT -5
Mrs Bucket makes her way through the door of The Obscene Ogre, letter in hand glancing around through wizened eyes as though she is looking for someone to hand it to...she spots Twiggy sat at the table about to tuck into his breakfast and grins to herself. "Oh hello there young man! by 'eck you must be hungry thats a big breakfast" Shadow follows rubbing around her legs as is the norm...
She helps herself to a seat next to him, riiight next to him "Dont mind if a rest me old bones 'ere do ya?" she sits anyway regardless of an answer, Shadow purrs away happily on her lap.
placing the letter on the table Infront of her, hands atop it tapping away gently to an old tune "This here letter is from Madame Beljuril for a Mister Twiggy, do ye know the lad? strange name that be, she was insistent he recieve it, so no peeking!" she wags a finger not too close to him, though close enough.
Without warning she rises with a crack, a pop and huffs to herself "By 'eck that where a loud one! do be a dear and help an old lady up?" he likely would have helped her up...how could he not she's very insistent, amusingly so in a kind and gentle way, "Thank ye lad, ohhhh your a strong young man!" she murmurs to herself giddily as she saunters off, Shadow follows behind her but not before giving Twiggy the evils.
The letter would smell generously of Madame Beljurils perfume and the hand writing feminine, would read;
"Dear Twiggy,
I have been invited to a beach party, I would require your escort and conversation for such an occasion, we have been informed that beach wear is imperative of a need, that towels and the like are advised highly, I will provide for a picnic as way of a thank you of your attendance.
Yours respectfully
Madame Beljuril"
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Oct 3, 2023 14:40:27 GMT -5
Twiggy, with a handful of food halfway to his mouth, stops the movement - his mouth remaining open. He looks at Mrs. Bucket increduously and raises an eyebrow. When she just sits at his table he looks moementarily outraged, returning his food to his plate. He cleaned his hands on a towel that was draped over his thigh and tilted his head as she began talking. He winced slightly as she did, the accent taking him momentarily by surprise. It always did. He sighed softly.
"Sure, jus' come join me. No' like a wanted any privacy o' anythin'. More tha' merrier!" he added, somewhat sarcastically. Raising a flask to his mouth he took a sip and then eyed the letter suspiciously. He then issues a soft sigh as Beljuril's name is spoken and then forces a smile as he helps Mrs. Bucket stand up with a shake of his head. As she walks away he utters... "That one should have been put down years ago.". He used his greasy knife to open the envelope and read the letter inside.
"Righ'. Now am playin' boyfriend an' caretaker at tha' beach." He shook his head. "It was supposed to be a one night thing."
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Oct 3, 2023 14:44:04 GMT -5
A letter to Griz Evenwood. -- Greetings Griz, A beach party will be hosted for everyone to attend, If you could please spread the words to your personnel, I would greatly appreciate it. A few sign in Suzail has been erected for everyone to see, but in case some of your personnel don't come out this way, your words would be more useful. Any other personnel from the Obscene Ogre are welcomed to attend.. the more the merrier. Beverages and food under the theme will be available. Also don't forget to mention that everyone should bring a swimsuit, beach towels, and something to cover them from the sun! The party will take place on the 15th Marpenoth, starting in the early afternoon, at the beach between Marsember and Suzail, directional signs will be erected in time. I hope to see you all there, Regards, - Zoey, A Simple Finger Wiggler. *signed with her fingerprint* A reply is sent back to Zoey.
"Zoey,
No. I ain' built fer tha' beach.
Yours in decline, Griz Evenwood"
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Oct 7, 2023 16:23:18 GMT -5
In the mysterious back room of the Obscene Ogre, an individual gives a heartfelt speach. ((Not for public use, only known by those present))
Nelvine. What can be said about Nelvine?
She wa' young, still in tha' early years o' her life. She go' messed up in this disgustin' world and lifestyle an' she go' somethin' she didn't deserve.
B' tha' it wa' this life does. It takes in tha' innocen' las' chancers, chews 'em up an' spits 'em out. We make excuses an' reasons as t' why it 'appens so we ca' sleep at night. But it ain' alright. Everytime a youn' folk dies, a tragedy 'as 'appened.
We, tha' old an' tha' foul remain. Luck kept us alive, experience gave us tha' luck. Nelvine 'ad neither experience nor luck.
No' many know this. A met Nellly when she wa' seventeen. A came 'cross 'er on tha' docks 'ere. She wa' gettin' tha' teeth knocked out o' 'er by some foreigner in on tha' ships.
Me an' Pony-Boy gave tha' lads a tellin' and sen' 'em on their way. Nelly was terrified. Shakin' dow' t' 'er core. A got 'er on 'er feet, took 'er t' my home an' 'elped 'er back to 'ealth. Rowan came by t' check 'er over from time to time.
Took a few tenday, but we go' 'er back on 'er feet. A let 'er stay at my place a while. Kinda liked 'avin' 'er round. Los' my family in tha' Sembian Conflic', kinda felt like me daughter was back around.
Never asked anythin' o' 'er, but she kept tha' place clean. Cooked, go' me clothin' washed. A told 'er not to... told 'er to worry 'bout 'erself an' enjoy 'erself you know? She didn't wanna be wastin' 'er time lookin' af'er a grizzled ol' veteran.
But she nay listened. Jus' carried on. Came a poin' when we wa' workin' fer Laz... some bloke 'ad figured out me place an' was keepin' an eye on it. Figured 'e wa' waitin' fer 'is chance to ge' tha' drop on me. A got Nelvine's bags packed... was lookin' at movin' 'er 'elsewhere.
An' she over'eard me talkin' t' someone... an' decided t' pay me back. She grabbed one o' me blades and eliminated tha' guy.
Tha' stupidity o' youth. It wa' a messy job, witness'. Yeah. An' tha's where Bel comes in.
Bel wa' known t' me. She wa' jus' startin' t' take in 'er castaways. 'ad a chat, she agreed t' take in Nel. Got 'er out tha' attention ya know?
An' now she 'is dead. Thanks to Griz. Me daughter wa' taken a second time an' there is nothin' a ca' do 'bout it. Firs' time am told "it is tha' war, it 'appens."
An' am told it wa' fer a mercy. 'cos death by one beats death by another.
So 'ere is to Nel, loyal to tha' end. Loyalty she learned frem me... tha' eventually got 'er killed.
An' 'ere is to this life, tha' mockery of. Tha' takes our kids from us, puts us at odds wit' near everyone an' always 'as us lookin' over our shoulders. This good ole life, a spit on it.
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Dec 10, 2023 16:33:28 GMT -5
After a period of quietness, activity begins to pick up at the Obscene Ogre once again. The large frame of Griz Evenwood is seen returning with his friends. Where has he been? Why come back now? What?
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Post by freezn on Apr 26, 2024 18:37:24 GMT -5
Over a span of several days, Meesha Grimm is once again noted to be visiting the Obscene Ogre.
Every visit starts with strolling up to the bar and raising a glass. "To the King!"
Where after she mills around. Asking after others jobs, their families, thoughts on the upcoming Shieldmeet and talk of succession in Arabel. She even takes time to tend to the wounds of several drunks that make use of the brawling pit. All the while stitching up eyebrows and placing ointment upon bloodied knuckles.
Near the end of her visit, she enter a back room, speaking softly with Cella.
"How are the girls these days dear?"
Eventually after several hours, she leaves. However she does not travel far. Instead taking up a place upon the bench outside the Ogre to tend to the women and men of the night. Offering free medical services and tending to their make-up.
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