There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
He pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
"Aye. Where do they rest?" he asks, gathering a sword and flintlock from his boat.
"The tavern in town has areas for sleepin', mind you it ain't nice but its better than sleeping on yer boat." he nods
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
He pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
"Aye. Where do they rest?" he asks, gathering a sword and flintlock from his boat.
"The tavern in town has areas for sleepin', mind you it ain't nice but its better than sleeping on yer boat." he nods
He shrugs. "Maybe. Any caves around here for exploring or dungeon crawling?" he asks, putting the gun inside his coat and attaching his sword to his back.
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A-ah, I see." He tugs at his collar. "Is this your territory, Ma'am? I didn't mean to cut in on your profits. This, this is, uh, my first time looting. I usually had the money to buy steel before, but after losing my job and having to re-buy all the equipment I need... A-anyway, I'm sorry, I'm Max McAllan."
"Nah, just on a walk and saw ya. I forget who owned this building back in the day." She chuckles, her bird preening itself "Go ahead lad, ain't gonna stop you. Ma name is Jess Jenkin's but you can call me grandma, everyone here does."
He seems to relax a bit. "I see. Are you the same Grandma Jenkins who owns that big factory just over yonder? It's an impressive conversion." He thinks for a second. "So that's how you knew where the valuable parts were."
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
He pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
"Aye. Where do they rest?" he asks, gathering a sword and flintlock from his boat.
"The tavern in town has areas for sleepin', mind you it ain't nice but its better than sleeping on yer boat." he nods
He shrugs. "Maybe. Any caves around here for exploring or dungeon crawling?" he asks, putting the gun inside his coat and attaching his sword to his back.
*Im now realizing it misinterpreted what was written.*
"The rest in town, people are horrible after all." He chuckles "And caves? all over this area. Get outta town and you'll end up stepping into a hole that is a lot deeper than ye thought!"
"A-ah, I see." He tugs at his collar. "Is this your territory, Ma'am? I didn't mean to cut in on your profits. This, this is, uh, my first time looting. I usually had the money to buy steel before, but after losing my job and having to re-buy all the equipment I need... A-anyway, I'm sorry, I'm Max McAllan."
"Nah, just on a walk and saw ya. I forget who owned this building back in the day." She chuckles, her bird preening itself "Go ahead lad, ain't gonna stop you. Ma name is Jess Jenkin's but you can call me grandma, everyone here does."
He seems to relax a bit. "I see. Are you the same Grandma Jenkins who owns that big factory just over yonder? It's an impressive conversion." He thinks for a second. "So that's how you knew where the valuable parts were."
"I am dear, and yes I did. If someone ain't gonna claim what they left behind, us vultures will take it as our own." She nods "Ya need any help getting stuff outta here? My son can help ya and his sons."
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
He pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
"Aye. Where do they rest?" he asks, gathering a sword and flintlock from his boat.
"The tavern in town has areas for sleepin', mind you it ain't nice but its better than sleeping on yer boat." he nods
He shrugs. "Maybe. Any caves around here for exploring or dungeon crawling?" he asks, putting the gun inside his coat and attaching his sword to his back.
*Im now realizing it misinterpreted what was written.*
"The rest in town, people are horrible after all." He chuckles "And caves? all over this area. Get outta town and you'll end up stepping into a hole that is a lot deeper than ye thought!"
*It's all good*
"Many thanks." he says, slinging a bag of food and supplies over his back. He grabs a lantern and goes hunting for a cave.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
He pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
"Aye. Where do they rest?" he asks, gathering a sword and flintlock from his boat.
"The tavern in town has areas for sleepin', mind you it ain't nice but its better than sleeping on yer boat." he nods
He shrugs. "Maybe. Any caves around here for exploring or dungeon crawling?" he asks, putting the gun inside his coat and attaching his sword to his back.
*Im now realizing it misinterpreted what was written.*
"The rest in town, people are horrible after all." He chuckles "And caves? all over this area. Get outta town and you'll end up stepping into a hole that is a lot deeper than ye thought!"
*It's all good*
"Many thanks." he says, slinging a bag of food and supplies over his back. He grabs a lantern and goes hunting for a cave.
As he heads out of town, the fog becomes more thick. He can't see more than a few steps ahead of him.
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
"Bah, nevermind, she be alive." Jenkin rolls her eyes as her son sets them down.
She lets out a halfhearted groan and slightly opens her eyes, but closes them quickly in the harsh sunlight.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
"Bah, nevermind, she be alive." Jenkin rolls her eyes as her son sets them down.
She lets out a halfhearted groan and slightly opens her eyes, but closes them quickly in the harsh sunlight.
"Of course not, just curious as to my location." He smiles politely, though his eyes don't carry it.
"Well ye are in Rustport though it looks like hell right now!" he laughs.
He chuckles with them, likely purely being polite "Oh, I have not introduced myself, how rude of me, Walter Pennyworth."
"Pleasure to meet ya Walter, my son. I am Wayne. I work these docks." He extends his hand.
He takes the hand with his own gloved hand, shaking it softly, firm enough to be respectful "What an oddly familiar name. The pleasure is all mine."
"Heh, well I'm right sure I never met ye." he said, fixing his spectacles "Need any help looking round town?"
He clasps his hands behind his back calmly "I do not believe so sir, though I appreciate the offer deeply. Thank you."
"Okay then." He nods and hands him a lantern "If ye need help, you know where to find me."
He bows once more before walking off into the town, whistling to himself, eery, like the sound of death approaching.
He see's a rotund man walking up to him, waving enthusiastically. "Hello there!"
He does the same smile as before, not truly a smile, but pretending to be one as he waves back "Hello there sir. Who might you be? I am Walter Pennyworth." He bows respectfully.
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"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Many thanks." he says, slinging a bag of food and supplies over his back. He grabs a lantern and goes hunting for a cave.
As he heads out of town, the fog becomes more thick. He can't see more than a few steps ahead of him.
he raises the lantern in hope to see better. "Gotta watch my step.." he mutters
He see's a few holes in the ground, easily covered by long grass.
He steps around them, moving carefully.
After a bit, he smells something rotting.
He looks around for it, hand on his sword
The smell is like rotting flesh of an animal. There is a rustle in the tall grass as a deer hobbles out, its side completely rotted off. It moves, stumbling about despite its body rotting.
"Many thanks." he says, slinging a bag of food and supplies over his back. He grabs a lantern and goes hunting for a cave.
As he heads out of town, the fog becomes more thick. He can't see more than a few steps ahead of him.
he raises the lantern in hope to see better. "Gotta watch my step.." he mutters
He see's a few holes in the ground, easily covered by long grass.
He steps around them, moving carefully.
After a bit, he smells something rotting.
He looks around for it, hand on his sword
The smell is like rotting flesh of an animal. There is a rustle in the tall grass as a deer hobbles out, its side completely rotted off. It moves, stumbling about despite its body rotting.
"that's not natural..." he mutters.
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"The tavern in town has areas for sleepin', mind you it ain't nice but its better than sleeping on yer boat." he nods
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"Okay then." He nods and hands him a lantern "If ye need help, you know where to find me."
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He shrugs. "Maybe. Any caves around here for exploring or dungeon crawling?" he asks, putting the gun inside his coat and attaching his sword to his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He seems to relax a bit. "I see. Are you the same Grandma Jenkins who owns that big factory just over yonder? It's an impressive conversion." He thinks for a second. "So that's how you knew where the valuable parts were."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Im now realizing it misinterpreted what was written.*
"The rest in town, people are horrible after all." He chuckles "And caves? all over this area. Get outta town and you'll end up stepping into a hole that is a lot deeper than ye thought!"
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"I am dear, and yes I did. If someone ain't gonna claim what they left behind, us vultures will take it as our own." She nods "Ya need any help getting stuff outta here? My son can help ya and his sons."
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
*It's all good*
"Many thanks." he says, slinging a bag of food and supplies over his back. He grabs a lantern and goes hunting for a cave.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As he heads out of town, the fog becomes more thick. He can't see more than a few steps ahead of him.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
he raises the lantern in hope to see better. "Gotta watch my step.." he mutters
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He bows once more before walking off into the town, whistling to himself, eery, like the sound of death approaching.
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"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
She lets out a halfhearted groan and slightly opens her eyes, but closes them quickly in the harsh sunlight.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He see's a few holes in the ground, easily covered by long grass.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He steps around them, moving carefully.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He see's a rotund man walking up to him, waving enthusiastically. "Hello there!"
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
Jenkin's pokes her with her cane "Hello there."
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
After a bit, he smells something rotting.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He looks around for it, hand on his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He does the same smile as before, not truly a smile, but pretending to be one as he waves back "Hello there sir. Who might you be? I am Walter Pennyworth." He bows respectfully.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
The smell is like rotting flesh of an animal. There is a rustle in the tall grass as a deer hobbles out, its side completely rotted off. It moves, stumbling about despite its body rotting.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"that's not natural..." he mutters.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.