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"Hmm. Never slept in a building made of stone and wood before." Watching the older woman continue her task. I began looking around in the building for an interesting conversation to join.
Edward read the letter a couple times to make sure he was reading everything carefully. Having been on the run for a few years now, it was only a matter of time before someone caught wind of him. Even if he has been moving on the constant to ensure he isn't caught by anyone with the authority to arrest him and send him off to the Northern Dominion, there was still a chance of someone to track him down. And if Trivarde is as neutral as the man says it is, then maybe it's something to look into.
Maybe he'll be able to return to his old home without the risk of arrest. No, that was just wishful thinking. But maybe...just maybe whatever reward is received from this will help him in that regard. It might be his best chance right now. Sometimes you need to take a risk to further your goals. And any chance is better than none at all.
"Whatever it takes..." he said to himself, looking at the ring with a more reminiscing eye. He then grabbed his leather jacket, making sure to hide the flintlock inside, and pulled up his hood as he left the room he had paid for the night prior, making sure to pass off the ring to the bartender. "Give this to whoever owns this inn, if you don't mind. It's apparently important."
Almost a week had past since you gave the ring to the bartender. Continuing being on the run you took whatever odd jobs you could and stayed as incognito as you could. While waiting for this "benefactor" to send the carriage you had found yourself in a small fishing hamlet. Helping the locals in whatever way you could they paid you in food and lodging, never asking any questions of your past. The locals seemed to had taken an immediate liking to you and welcomed you as their own. It was after helping them haul a small load of trout that day that the carriage had come. It was in the dead of night that you first were awoken by the sounds of horses neighing and the halt of a carriage. After a few tense moments there came a pounding at the hut door.
"Edward Jameson?" You hear a grizzled voice call out from outside.
"I guess they don't. The letter I received mentioned an expedition. Where is it to take place?"
The man sighs a bit before continuing,
"My master will have more details to share, but let us say that it involves a kingdom that used to belong to our long-lived cousins before their corruption, A place teeming with unexplored lands and undiscovered secrets...just waiting for us to come claim them
My master has things in mind and wants only those skilled to take the job. He is very...particular about who he wants. No common mercenary, rabble, or cutthroat will do. The outcasts, the hard to find, the dangerous and desperate...the best kind of men" He smirks a little.
"Those that have an experience with traveling the world, and it seems that your actions gained his attention. Not many can do that, hehe"
OOC: Um. . . I think someone must have made a mistake. If this was Earth, I'd be the guy who thinks Oxford is the place where the cattle cross the river.
Apologies, I believe I am lost. I don't thing i've heard the saying"where the cattle cross the river", please explain? haha
My master has things in mind and wants only those skilled to take the job. He is very...particular about who he wants. No common mercenary, rabble, or cutthroat will do. The outcasts, the hard to find, the dangerous and desperate...the best kind of men" He smirks a little.
"Those that have an experience with traveling the world, and it seems that your actions gained his attention. Not many can do that, hehe"
OOC: Um. . . I think someone must have made a mistake. If this was Earth, I'd be the guy who thinks Oxford is the place where the cattle cross the river.
Apologies, I believe I am lost. I don't thing i've heard the saying"where the cattle cross the river", please explain? haha
OOC: It's not a saying. It's just that another word for cattle is oxen, and one typically crosses a river at a ford.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
I tell a chicken about the letter and ask it what I should do. The chicken knows an adventure hook when it sees one, so it tells me to go. I comply.
You follow the sagely advice of this particular chicken in which you find yourself going through a large town. Taking a few turns here and there you find yourself at a poor man's pub in which the chicken proceeds to tke the letter from you. Clucking its way towards the pub owner the chicken drops the letter in front of him. A moment of confusion and a "BWAHK" from said chicken not a second later further confuses him. Upon looking at the crest and the chicken (which now inexplicably sits on your head cross-eyed) the man ensures you that he will have this sent immediately. With a double take he then heads off leaving the pub unattended.
"Hmm. Never slept in a building made of stone and wood before." Watching the older woman continue her task. I began looking around in the building for an interesting conversation to join.
Perception Roll 16
Listening around you hear a myriad of different topics, from lover's quarrels to tall tales, all uninteresting. That is until you hear a somewhat hushed conversation talking about you and if you are the supposed "Elf-Trinket Merchant"
My master has things in mind and wants only those skilled to take the job. He is very...particular about who he wants. No common mercenary, rabble, or cutthroat will do. The outcasts, the hard to find, the dangerous and desperate...the best kind of men" He smirks a little.
"Those that have an experience with traveling the world, and it seems that your actions gained his attention. Not many can do that, hehe"
OOC: Um. . . I think someone must have made a mistake. If this was Earth, I'd be the guy who thinks Oxford is the place where the cattle cross the river.
Apologies, I believe I am lost. I don't thing i've heard the saying"where the cattle cross the river", please explain? haha
OOC: It's not a saying. It's just that another word for cattle is oxen, and one typically crosses a river at a ford.
......I need to read a dictionary haha
Apparently that joke was too smart for me to understand. Nice one
I order a drink and sit back in my chair, waiting for more details.
The man drinks from his tankard as you order your drink
"We can sit here drinking while you try and pry information from me, or we can go meet with my master and you can ask all the questions you want. All I can say is that it is an old elvish kingdom with secrets to be discovered, whatever artifacts you plunder that doesn't interest my master are yours for the taking, and the gratuitous payment is very negotiable. Now than, Edwin?....Are you ready to head out?" the man says as he finished his drink. Your drink has already been delivered.
I tell a chicken about the letter and ask it what I should do. The chicken knows an adventure hook when it sees one, so it tells me to go. I comply.
You follow the sage advice of this particular chicken in which you find yourself going through a large town. Taking a few turns here and there you find yourself at a poor man's pub in which the chicken proceeds to take the letter from you. Clucking its way towards the pub owner the chicken drops the letter in front of him. A moment of confusion and a "BWAHK" from said chicken not a second later further confuses him. Upon looking at the crest and the chicken (which now inexplicably sits on your head cross-eyed) the man assures you that he will have this sent immediately. With a double take he then heads off leaving the pub unattended.
I pet the chicken, tell it how smart it is and what a good chicken it is, and ask it whether to follow him, wait here, or go into the building.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Not wanting to waste the drink, I gulp it down and follow the man outside.
Downing the drink you follow the man to the carriage. As you are leaving the man grabs a small pouch from his belt and tosses it to Hiram.
"To cover the tab" the man tells you. Exiting the Inn you see the person from before standing guard. Nodding in your direction the figure goes back on the driver's bench. The man opens the carriage door to a red velvet covered seating. Looking closely you see that while it is undoubtedly ornate, it is spartan compared to the more elaborate designs that the aristocracy would usually use. Climbing in you settle yourself the seats to get comfortable. The door closes behind you and before climbing up the tells you that Trivarde is their next destination. So then begins the ride there.
Curious of the conversation about me being the subject. I sit in a position so that I can hear and read-lips (ie Observant). I order water and bread to not bring suspicion.
Almost a week had past since you gave the ring to the bartender. Continuing being on the run you took whatever odd jobs you could and stayed as incognito as you could. While waiting for this "benefactor" to send the carriage you had found yourself in a small fishing hamlet. Helping the locals in whatever way you could they paid you in food and lodging, never asking any questions of your past. The locals seemed to had taken an immediate liking to you and welcomed you as their own. It was after helping them haul a small load of trout that day that the carriage had come. It was in the dead of night that you first were awoken by the sounds of horses neighing and the halt of a carriage. After a few tense moments there came a pounding at the hut door.
"Edward Jameson?" You hear a grizzled voice call out from outside.
Edward was panicking, to put it lightly. In his time being incognito, he never gave his real name given the risk that somebody would recognize it. But now, there was a sense of urgency. For all he knows, it could be someone from the Northern Dominion that somehow tracked him down. His days on the run were numbered, he knew that much.
Not sure what may come of this, Edward grabbed his flintlock pistol, slowly walking towards the door. When he was able to reach the handle, he stopped for a few seconds before swiftly opening the door, flintlock aimed at whoever was on the other side. "Who are you...?"
Camillia sits in a chair in the inn, one from which she can observe anyone entering the room, and most of those inside it. She adjusts her gear, checking that her longbow is over a shoulder, her shortswords are by her sides, and her cloak is fastened with a broach she found that fateful night
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"Hmm. Never slept in a building made of stone and wood before." Watching the older woman continue her task. I began looking around in the building for an interesting conversation to join.
Perception Roll
18
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
I order a drink and sit back in my chair, waiting for more details.
Not wanting to waste the drink, I gulp it down and follow the man outside.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
"Tell me more of your master. What is his name?"
Curious of the conversation about me being the subject. I sit in a position so that I can hear and read-lips (ie Observant). I order water and bread to not bring suspicion.
The chicken clucks insisting that you go into the building before trying to follow.
I go into the building.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
Camilia takes the letter and Ring and heads downstairs in the Inn she was staying in. she shows the ring to the Innkeeper, and scans the room, alert.
11 peception
I wonder why I am involved. this should help, maybe my "Benefactor" can provide some answers.
OOC:I can post every day in the mornings (Chicago time), but not other than that on the weekends.
Post under the same name at Giant in the Playground, and rarely here.
Camillia sits in a chair in the inn, one from which she can observe anyone entering the room, and most of those inside it. She adjusts her gear, checking that her longbow is over a shoulder, her shortswords are by her sides, and her cloak is fastened with a broach she found that fateful night
Post under the same name at Giant in the Playground, and rarely here.