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Post by Tivares Alsef on Nov 25, 2014 0:35:24 GMT -6
The light of the full moon illuminated the dark silhouette of a man trudging through the the snowstorm, the tempest rendering his thick black cloak useless. His shirt, once a pristine white, was ripped and stained red with blood. Onwards he struggled, towards, what he hoped, was his salvation.
After what felt like an eternity, the enigmatic arrived at the entry way of the infamous silver scale. Reeking of alcohol, yet still quite sober, he raised his hand and knocked, 3 times on the door. He called out, his voice strong and confident; "My name is Tivares, and I seek both solace from the storm and your aid." Pausing slightly, he added on "Please?" before lowering his hand and waiting patiently.
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Post by Broton on Nov 25, 2014 1:04:29 GMT -6
3 knocks followed after a minute from the other side of the door, with a strong confident voice followed, "My name is Broton, and I seek both excitement and fun!" Pausing for a minute as he takes a good drink form his mug, "Whats the pass word? If you say it you may come in from this little storm."
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Jay
Journeyman Roleplayer
I need some ale
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Post by Jay on Nov 25, 2014 1:08:05 GMT -6
Jay was laying by the fire almost passed out when he heard a knock at the door followed by the voice. 'Tivares, hmm doesn't sound familiar' he thought as he got up to answer the door. He had just got back from patrols not even a full hour ago so he was still wearing his armor and had his sword at his hip. He paused at Broton's answer before opening the door he took a look at the man, taking in his appearance. Ripped shirt stained with blood along with a cloak that would be useless with this weather, he pitied the man.
"Come in sir, tell me why you need our aid" he said. No matter how tired he was he wasn't going to turn away a man who obviously need help.
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Nov 25, 2014 1:19:45 GMT -6
Flurries of snow followed the man into the warmth of the building, melting as the passed the threshold. Nodding his head in quiet thanks to scale members, he quickly shut the heavy door and took off his cloak.
"Now there's a question I haven't heard in a while..." Tivares muttered under his breath. Looking the stranger in the eye, he started "I- I need you to kill me." He forced out, swallowing his pride. "I need you to end my life, permanently." He repeated, gaining confidence. "Please, I can't do this anymore."
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Post by Broton on Nov 25, 2014 1:28:16 GMT -6
Looking left and right..... "know look at all this snow and water! I'm not cleaning this up!" Broton makes his way back to the table he was siting at eating his midnight meal. "I didn't even get a password..." hes says under his breath...
As he starts digging back into his rabbit and potatoes, he hears the very simple request of this man named Tivares. "You wan to die, good sir? That is a easy task, but the question is why do you need us to kill you? I know a good tree you can just fall asleep under and then there is no mess to clean up." he says with a grin.
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Post by Lanora Blazeguard on Nov 25, 2014 1:34:06 GMT -6
Out in the storm, she couldn't see two feet in front of her. She strained at the snow covered ground, trying to make out his nearly invisible footprints. She looked up and saw the faint outline of a building, immediately sprinting towards it. However the snow was deep and she tripped, landing face first in the frozen powder. Lanora struggled to get up, her foot stuck deep in the snow. Finally she pulled it free, but her boot was still buried, too cold to care she hurried toward the building and slammed on the door. "Open up or I'll freeze to death!" she shouted, not caring for manners or politeness.
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Jay
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I need some ale
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Post by Jay on Nov 25, 2014 1:41:39 GMT -6
Jay sighed at the man's request and at Broton's response. He was about to say that he would hold council with Ashen about the matter in the morning when someone started pounding at the door. "Is this just the bloody night for bloody everyone to be knocking at the door" he muttered under his breath as he opened the door once again. "Do you not know how to use manners when knocking on someone else's door?" He asked the woman on the other side.
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Post by Lanora Blazeguard on Nov 25, 2014 1:48:22 GMT -6
Lanora glanced at the man who had opened the door. "Apologies...I-it's s-s-immply quite c-cold out here, and I lost my boot." She looked down to her bare foot, sticking it out. It was covered in snow and red with frostbite. She looked up at the man once more, "Please, I'm l-looking for my...friend. His n-name is Tivares." Her teeth chattered as she spoke and she warpped her arms around her torso as she shivered. Cold was not something she enjoyed.
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Nov 25, 2014 2:19:07 GMT -6
((Order is Me Broton Jay Lanora))
Turning sharply to the insolent creature currently imbibing copious amounts of ale, he retorted "Brilliant idea, dwarf. Care to show me how it's done?" Returning his steady gaze to his sycophantic companion. "I told you not to follow me, Nora. This is private business" he said, looking pointedly at the probably level-headed humanoid. "Private."
"Why are you even here? Do you really have nothing better to do than follow me through that blizzard? You need a hobby. Knitting, perhaps."
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Post by Broton on Nov 25, 2014 2:30:00 GMT -6
Not even looking up from his meal, "Well good sir, I'd be happy to show you how too, since if you need me to show you how.... Yyoooouuuuu mmmmuuusssssttttt beeeeee sllllloooooowww...." slowing his speech to the man.
Broton takes a bite of his rabbit before turning to the door, "Closes the door or let that loud one inside, we don't want this slow guy catching his death of cold now... or do we?" he scratches his beard, while pulling out his knife to lay on the table.
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Jay
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I need some ale
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Post by Jay on Nov 25, 2014 2:46:11 GMT -6
Jay quickly let the woman in before turning sharply at the two men in the room. "Broton this is not a request that shall be taken lightly so do be kind and stop with your comments." He said to the dwarf glaring slightly before speaking to the second man "Tivares, shall we sit by the fire and talk about why you make this request. Once I know why I will hold council with my mother on if we shall aid you or deny you."
Though Jay would never admit it, sometimes he really hated being so high in rank. Too much was happening. "Perhaps some ale might help" he thought out loud.
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Post by Xander DeRatte on Nov 25, 2014 3:00:08 GMT -6
Xander walks into the room with an annoyed look on his face.
"What is with all this noise? Is there no way to study peacefully in this house?" Seeing all the new faces and Jay's flustered look, he stops and asks "Do you need any help Jay? Anything I can do?"
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Post by Lanora Blazeguard on Nov 25, 2014 3:00:35 GMT -6
Ignoring Tivares' comment she stepped inside. She bent down and untied her other boot and slipped it off and placed it off to the side. Still shivering she unfastened her snow covered, blood red cloak and placed it by her singular boot. Taking a few more steps inside the warmth, Lanora held out a shaky hand toward the man who had let her inside. "My name is Lanora, thank you for letting me in. What is your name?" she asked, her teeth still chattering.
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Nov 25, 2014 3:17:04 GMT -6
"Jay, was it?" Tivares inquired, taking in his surroundings. "Just some tea, if you please." Strutting over to the fire, he called out out to the dwarf, "I wouldn't be talking about speed with those legs of yours. It must take years to leave this place. Perhaps that's why all dwarves are useless layabouts."
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Post by Broton on Nov 25, 2014 3:29:36 GMT -6
The words of Tivares doesn't even phase him and just looks to Jay, "No worries about me taking this lightly Jay, I take ALLLLLLLLLL requests of helping folks KILL themselves DEAD serious....." Licking his teeth at the end. "Dang rabbit, so stringy..."
Picking up his knife he makes his way to the fire place picking his teeth as he goes, "We are not all useless lad, I mean we don't need help with easy tasks like you do..." flicking a chunk of meat from his teeth into the fire.
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