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DukeDublin
 
PostPosted: Mon, Jan 09 2017, 0:19 AM 

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A dwarf of southern fair made rounds to inspect the shrine's reconstruction efforts. With a grunt the little bugger went off for other shores.

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PostPosted: Sat, Jan 14 2017, 3:54 AM 

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A newcomer appears in Wharftown. It is a woman, don in colorful regalia and wearing a pendant of Tymora. She walks around the area for a brief moment of time, before disappearing into the Shanty for the evening.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Feb 05 2017, 6:13 AM 

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Rook haunted Wharftown in the evenings, being largely nocturnal, the tiefling patrolled the cliffs and the walls. But appeared increasingly lonely on her duties, "Where the hell is everyone.." She frowned, glancing down at the silver brooch with Selûne's sigil upon it.

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PostPosted: Sun, Feb 05 2017, 7:26 AM 

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The familiar blue clad ranger is often seen about, though generally either on patrol or at home, as of late. There are the times when he's seen hanging around with a curly redhead and a raven haired woman, who are generally rather crude towards one another. But in general, he has remained relatively busy for a while and only recently have his patrols seemed to die down.

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PostPosted: Sun, Feb 05 2017, 7:53 AM 

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The shamaness can be spotted around the temple as she usually was, or roaming the border territories beyond the outskirts. Though she seems more preoccupied these recents moons, she still makes her usual presence about the township of Wharftown, often times aside a hooded ascetic.

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PostPosted: Mon, Feb 06 2017, 22:23 PM 

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A new arrival named Aerwyna wanders Wharftown. She has the features of a water touched, and appears friendly. Her seen activities are the practice of martial arts, swimming, and attempting to catch fish with her hands. She is particularly fond of the Shrine of Istishia.

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PostPosted: Wed, Feb 08 2017, 17:39 PM 



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There seemed to be a group of folks coming and going that gathered outside the Shanty last night for some time, in various twos and threes. After some time, two of them split off to wander around the town and down towards the docks. A green-garbed swords-woman and a male ascetic of some sort, dressed in an old robe. The woman seemed to be showing the monkish man around. They eventually made their way to the sea and spent time at the end of the pier together for hours, seeming to talk and enjoy one another's company, until a point when the woman was seen coming back towards town with a quick gait and haunted eyes. She slipped into the inn and wasn't seen again that night or day.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Feb 23 2017, 2:29 AM 

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The following message would be left in the Shanty with Garth:

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PostPosted: Thu, Mar 23 2017, 20:19 PM 

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A figure spent the better part of an hour kneeling before the idol of Selune this night, deep in prayer. The wind might have caught some of her whispered words, though likely they would not have made much sense to any who heard them. When finally she arose, she made her way straight to the donation bowl, dropped in a large sack of coin, and headed onward, the formerly troubled look gone from her face and replaced with one of serenity.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Tue, Mar 28 2017, 17:15 PM 

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A Ranger with a white leopard where seen talking (well at least the ranger) with the local militia before venturing near the forest,.
They did not returned for a long time, and from the forest, the screams and howls of different animals could be heard... until nothing was heard for a time.
Near nightfall the ranger and the leopard returned, him with his quiver almost empty and some scratches on his leather armour and the leopard with his usually white fur dotted with some blood stains that clearly weren't from its own blood.
The leopard is seen later going to the hills and the ranger entering the portal nearby the gnomish artifact.

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That Guy
 
PostPosted: Sat, Jul 22 2017, 15:15 PM 

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The one most would know as Roach, or Rhoe wanders off Redbeard's ship into Wharftown's harbor. She takes a good slow walk around the town, smiling and nodding to all she sees. She stops to take a gander at the Selunite Temple, walks along the Village Walls, then finds her way to the Slanty Shanty. After a few minutes, she emerges, mug in hand, and sips coffee on the bench just outside the Inn.


 
      
That Guy
 
PostPosted: Sun, Jul 23 2017, 15:07 PM 

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Another day goes by and Roach can be seen wandering about Wharftown, mug of coffee in hand. She looks at the walls, the Temple, the buildings... she meanders by the ships and the docks. Finally, she sits on a bench near the Slanty Shanty and finishes her coffee.


 
      
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PostPosted: Tue, Jul 25 2017, 14:06 PM 

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Another day, and yet again, Roach can be seen in Wharftown, this time wearing a white dress and no hood. She meanders the town, greeting anyone she sees. In her hand would be a mug, normally filled with coffee. She might even be seen entering a certain house, leaving many hours later, but she spends a bit of time sitting on a bench, merely watching.


 
      
Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Tue, Jul 25 2017, 15:37 PM 

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A moustached man now is seen walking Wharftowns streets.
He walks around the walls first and then he spends some time near the gates, having somea talks with the guards that would be willing to talk.
At midday he goes to the local inn to get something to eat and share a drink with whoever would approach to him.
On the evening the moustached man takes a walk near the port, examinating the ships and boats that may be there.
Finally at night he returns to the inn to grab some more food and buys a round for everyone that is there.
He suddenly leaves the inn, and if asked by one of the locals why he leaves all the sudden he would answer: "Dont worry, I'll be back soon and I'll buy some more rounds"... he then walks away from the inn and walks toward the lamp nearby

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That Guy
 
PostPosted: Wed, Jul 26 2017, 14:16 PM 

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Around midmorning, closer to noon really, Roach can be seen emerging from a house. She makes her way to the Slanty Shanty, for her cup of coffee and heads outside, sitting on the docks, swinging her feet, while she sips her coffee.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Jul 27 2017, 18:08 PM 



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A red-kin spends some time in Wharftown today. While he's mostly just sitting in front of the Shanty, he might start a conversation with people who seem interesting, and occasionally take a stroll around the small town.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Jul 27 2017, 20:01 PM 



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The Descendant of a red dragon would actually make some conversation with some of the people, especially the guards, talking idly about the defenses the small town has, asking around, why a small town such as this is so massively defended, with massive siege weapons such as ballistae.


 
      
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PostPosted: Thu, Aug 31 2017, 23:08 PM 

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A ranger, not exactly well known, but not unknown in Wharftown, arrived by way of Redbeard's ship, and spent the better part of the day around the docks. The man took note of things, and recorded various bits of information that seemed relevant to him, and he spoke to several fishermen, and fish merchants as well.

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PostPosted: Tue, Oct 17 2017, 11:46 AM 

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Sent Mon, Sep 25 2017, 13:00 PMThe Shadow Dancer Tempo makes their way to Warftown on one of their patrols of gathering 'plants'. They spend more time time in the City and start asking around and speaking to various NPC's trying to figure out who all is in charge of what if there is a political leader, who is in charge of their military what force they have and who's in charge of their ship yard. Tempo Asks around for and about a docking permit for Warftown and explains the size and dimensions of the ship. They ask about the current local problems and any rumors and ask about what any of the town folks should need.

They being to make them selves at home here and settle in.


By now Tempo has settled in to the town proper and makes it their home rather openly often found lounging about the tavern They query up any individuals on the Where about of the Baroness Cynthia.

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PostPosted: Tue, Oct 31 2017, 3:55 AM 

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In the rocky shores south of Wharftown, ridden with pirates and brigands, a small vessel crashes to the shore in the night. Men and beasts leave battle marks and indiscernible corpses are left littered around the bandit hideout as the flotsam wreckage -now derelict- washes out into the sea... but until the tides come in to take it away the sight of a crimson sail with a stylized tentacus around a skull may be seen. Any who survived the crash and survived fighting to shore have dispersed.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sat, Apr 21 2018, 2:33 AM 

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*A slightly built Elven woman would wander through the town, practically naked save for some scraps of cloth and the blood she wore upon her. A short distance behind her a large and old looking gray wolf, its fur matted with blood, would follow... at times stopping to sniff and grumble at something only to draw a growl and glare from the Elf before both disappeared up the coastal road towards Winya*

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PostPosted: Wed, Sep 12 2018, 17:01 PM 

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*A lone elven female would appear via the lamp, shortly followed by a large, elderly dire wolf. The pair would seem to sniff at the sea air before the wolf grew agitated and growled. Ears flicking it stepped forward and continued its displeasure at something unseen, or heard, until the elf moved along side and trailed a hand over the animals back.
Both would stand for a while and seemingly gaze at the temple and beyond towards the dark forest... this time the elf would growl low before leaving and heading down the coast road amid savage growls... and later screams as an elf and her companion let out their frustrations!*

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Tue, Nov 27 2018, 1:02 AM 

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A now regular figure is seen in the town once again, the moustached man that walks with a staff is now a regular sight in the port.
He spends quite a good amount of time near the docks, speaking with the merchant that may be around, he takes particular interest in the ones selling different kinds of tea leaves.

He is seen leaving from and to the house that is located next to the inn, having a normal routine which involves spending his free time drinking there.
Today looked like any other day, except for two visitors that came back, one hooded that arrived earlier and another one, a woman in a dress, which joined the two later.

After some time the three leave the house, the woman and the hooded one each to their own way and the moustached man remaines in the town... sitting in the benches and staring at the sea while smoking from a pipe... lost on his thoughts.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Thu, Nov 29 2018, 1:31 AM 

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The house that's next to the slanty shanty has seen some activity lately, as two the one that has been renting it and one of his guest enters it this day.
Soon enough lights can be seen coming out of the windows, a lot lately, then slowly but steady, the lights coming from the house start to fade away until none comes out of the house.
If someone where to try to look from the windows that person would realize that nothing can be seen from the outside... and even if they where to try to listen from the door nothing could be heard.

After sometime, both men are seen leaving the house... and only several hours later would a moustached man come back, with a mellancholic look on his face and goes directly to his house.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Mon, Dec 03 2018, 14:27 PM 

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The house next to the Slanty Shanty has seen some activity lately, as visitors come in regular times to see the owner of said house. Mostly a hooded man with a raspy voice suggesting chain smoking, a pink wearing hin and lately a fair skinned woman... Among other people.
What may be curious is that no matter how many people come and go, or the fact that the owner of the house is always seen coming and going, no light can be seen from the Windows, nor any noise can be heard should anybody stand near the doorway.

This particular morning the moustached man who owns the house is seen leaving early on the morning first heading towards the docks and later using the lamp...
He arrives late at night and goes directly to his place

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Fri, Dec 07 2018, 11:32 AM 

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The moustached man is seen doing his daily routine. He steps out of his house early in the morning and heads towards the docks, where he spends a good amount of time speaking with some merchants that may arrive there, apparently he is particularly interested in tea...
At midday he goes to the inn, where he quietly eats there and changes some words with anyone wh would sit with him, even offering to buy a round... Or two.
At the afternoon goes to the benches un front of his house, where he watches the sun go down, smoking from his pipe and reading a leather-covered book that usually hangs from his belt by a chain...
Going home only after night has fallen and the chill of the nighty sea breeze becomes more evident...

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-Aedan Turghaer: Life of a mercenary... it ain't easy.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Sun, Dec 09 2018, 22:05 PM 

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Another day and once again the comings and going from the house next to the slanty shanty can be seen for those wandering nearby, as a now regular visitor, a hooded man with a crispy voice can be seen once again visiting said home, staying quite a while inside it with the mustached man... but, as always, no noice nor light could be seen coming from within the house, should anyone try to listen or see inside it.

After that visitors keep coming, first a red disciple woman and later a fair skinned woman, both of them stay for some time, as after the mustached man opened the door for them, no sign is later seen... until many hours later, when the sun is already gone and night has fallen once again, this time only the mustached man arrives, coming from a portal opened by the gome artifact-lamp...
He goes towards his house, but when he's about to enter he stops... looks towards the sea and takes a deep breath in, a local dog can be seen approaching him, he pats the dog and walks towards the benches that looks to the sea... where he sits, the dog by his side and contemplates the night skies, lighting a wooden pipe and a bottle of wine with a decorated "H" labeled into it... Apparently he spends the whole night out there, as when the morning arrives and the guards change their shifts, he is still sitting there, now the bottle empty and his pipe long ago empty... but he's still there, watching the sun rising with the dog by his side.

It is only when the first merchants arriving at the docks start to yell about their new merchandise that the mustached man stands up and heads towards the docks, asking for new brands of tea leaves and then going back to his place, apparently for a rest at last.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Sat, Dec 15 2018, 2:15 AM 

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Jacob has been quite active this last days, apart from his daily routine of visiting the docks in the morning, he now talked to the local guard, offering his help in any matter that his arcane knowledge could be useful.
After reading a certain note, he now takes regular walks near the borders of the town... Most of the times alone but in other occasions along a Gynosphinx, taking particular care of the borders that may be near the beastmen.

Also he asks around if the local populace is being affected by the cold weather that has struck the island lately, offering to cast magic warding for better enduring the harsh weather for those working at the docks or in the opens.

Even when the cold can be felt around, he still takes his time to sit in the benches in front of his house, staring at the sea while smoking from a pipe... always lost in his thoughts.

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-Aedan Turghaer: Life of a mercenary... it ain't easy.

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PostPosted: Tue, Mar 19 2019, 21:42 PM 



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Cargo overloaded to the brim reaches Wharftown. Several laborers help to move heavy crates over to the workshop, the contents of such are disclosed. A man in white robes ushers the manual workers down the factory, setting the crates aside. Plans of humanoid structures with weapons such as maces, spears, axes, and swords appear to be crayoned onto the chalkboard. The infrastructure and gears function as they usually would. Some work was at hand here...

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PostPosted: Mon, May 13 2019, 6:37 AM 

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Lady Le'Quella made her way to Wharftown. Taking a spot neard the sea, the wizards hands started to gesture a spell, while words of arcane were spoken.
Two forms of raw arcane energy started to form before the mage, soon flowing into a shape of two eagles, which soon took flight towards the volcano looming in the horizon.

The diviner stold there chanting for hours, to ensure the task was done... Whatever the lady was doing, or that the task came to failure. Whicever result would come first.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Mon, Jun 17 2019, 3:20 AM 

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Once again Jacob returns to Wharftown.
This time via the magic lamp, and carrying some bags with him. He head directly to the old house he used to rent, next to the entrance and looking towards the sea.
He pays the landlord and enters, soon enough lights can be seen from the windows, but after sometime no more light nor sound come from the house...

Jacob is later seen going to the tavern, ordering some food and drinks and talking with the locals

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-Aedan Turghaer: Life of a mercenary... it ain't easy.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 11 2019, 1:53 AM 

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The house next to the local inn is seen with activity lately. Jacob is seen coming and going from the house several times lately... mostly doing some walking around and spending the time in the tavern, drinking with some of the locals.

Maybe someone with more of a keen eye might catch him checking out the seat that's located next to his house from time to time... to what end? It's not clear on plain sight.

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-Aedan Turghaer: Life of a mercenary... it ain't easy.

We are southamerican rockers, nou sommes rockers sudamericaines...


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PostPosted: Tue, Aug 13 2019, 1:29 AM 

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An injured woman in chainmail rushed into Wharftown this evening. The tip of her longsword dragged on the ground behind her, the hilt barely grasped in her bloodied left hand. She ran straight into the Shrine of Selune and collapsed, prompting the clerics to hurry to her side. They tended her wounds and found her a place to rest, but the woman remained in a deep slumber...

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Tue, Aug 13 2019, 10:54 AM 

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Jacob, saying outside his house drinking his usual tea, would see the woman arriving at Wharftown or hear the commotion caused. He would offer his help to the locals about helping the woman or investigating the surroundings.

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-Bjalfi Bolverkson: Blood, beer and thunder!
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PostPosted: Fri, Sep 06 2019, 12:37 PM 

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A possibly familiar face appears at the inn this evening. Looking a but upset, much less boisterous and overall, unhappy, Rhoe makes her way to the furthest table from the bar and the door, and orders some food and a bottle of their finest whiskey. She proceeds to eat and drink, quietly, her eyes barely even looking up from the table. She leans her head on one hand, and eats and drinks with the other, looking very tired and obviously trying to keep to herself.


 
      
Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Sun, Sep 08 2019, 19:11 PM 

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Early this day the Belenothian ambassador visits the local temple, there he has a talk with some of the local priest and certain woman that was being taken care there... After that the two walk back to the house that stands next to the Slanty Shanty. Sometime later the newly arrived woman is seen leaving the house and heading towards the wilderness around Wharftown.

After that the ambassador and another woman leave the house and head towards the Blood moon territory.

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-Aedan Turghaer: Life of a mercenary... it ain't easy.

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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Fri, Oct 04 2019, 0:40 AM 

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A new sight appears in town today. From the road that leads to the forest of dispair many howls and screams where heard until silence came again... After that a towering man who keeps a runic axe held on his back enters the Slanty Shanty carrying several heads of what appears to be huge rats, boars, wolves... and a particularly nasty looking feline creature. On closer inspection its clear those heads used to belong to the malarites that roam the forest of disppair. He boast around about todays hunt and even buys some rounds for those that gather around him to hear the tale or share the a story or two... After some time has passed he leaves the inn and heads towards the forest again, saying that he will make camp nearby it to continue his hunt.

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-Bjalfi Bolverkson: Blood, beer and thunder!
-Aedan Turghaer: Life of a mercenary... it ain't easy.

We are southamerican rockers, nou sommes rockers sudamericaines...


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PostPosted: Thu, Oct 24 2019, 16:01 PM 

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Matthew asks around between the militia and the bartender seeking out a particular Ex-Cordorian scout asking by name. He also questions about the ins and outs of the town and if they've seen any one suspicious as of late or any one come and go.

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PostPosted: Thu, Oct 31 2019, 0:03 AM 

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Many of the townsfolk will notice an increase sighting of a bald headed man coming to shore and leaving every so often, he'd be escorted by two to three men in black-to-red armor and well-armed, they never socialize with the townspeople as they enter the Inn, two men posted at the door until the bald headed man comes out once more.

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PostPosted: Wed, Nov 06 2019, 0:44 AM 

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*The early morning of the seaside town would witness a curious sight as the lamplight shimmered and two figures in forest colours appeared. Feminine in form the taller of the pair covered her face with a frightful looking mask while other opted for a simple hood. As the magic dispersed their affiliation to nature became more apparent as two animal companions now flanked them. The large, silvering dire wolf would favour the smaller of the pair and took some interest in the sea air, sniffing with its maw high as its ears twitched at the sounds.
The other, a slight, lean black panther would slink along behind the taller woman, seeming to care little for the change in scene and annoyed at being dragged along, or merely hiding its ever ready state off attack with the outward appearance of a lazy cat... such wasn't clear.

As this curious group made their presence known simply by arriving as they did the smaller woman would lead on, making a line for the tavern while looking wary of the surroundings and pausing just once to regard the nearby temple before crossing to the wooden door which would bid them entry to the bar beyond.

Once inside the pair would make little to no conversation as the smaller woman headed to the bar to speak with the barkeep and ask after an Elven male by the name of
Sae'ruil before giving a description, a letter for his attention as well as some gold for the inconveniencing the innkeeper. The animals would remain by the taller womans, ever watchful of the surroundings, until the business is concluded, before this mismatched group would leave Wharftown by the same means in which they entered... under lamplight.*


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Yimmi
 
PostPosted: Tue, Nov 12 2019, 20:38 PM 

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Two days have passed since the local moustached wizard run off of this home in the company of another wizard and certain sorceress. The trio disappear for some time towards the southern road... loud blasting could be heard coming from that direction and the night sky was lit with the colours of flames that endured for several minutes until silence again was restored. Those who ventured into that direction after the commotion may had found the grounds blazed and, at a certain point, the ground burnt...

After that the wizard and the sorceress are seen going into the house located next to the slanty shanty... But they are not seen leaving it... from that day onwards said wizard haven't been around...

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Kudark
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jan 23 2020, 23:14 PM 

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The human known to some as "Crow", may have been seen delivering letters to Garth, and the High Priestess of Selune'*

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Jes
 
PostPosted: Fri, Feb 28 2020, 6:21 AM 

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The copper dragon Cromlech has become something of a familiar presence in Wharftown over the past week. She mostly spends her time in the Slanty Shanty, near Garth, telling stories and jokes and riddles to him and to any patrons who are in the mood for a bit of levity. The dragon seems to be somewhat nervous, despite her reassurances to anyone who might mention it. She leaves briefly for short periods of time now and then, but she always comes back quickly and checks in with Garth.

Something seems to have her spooked.

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PassionateShadow
 
PostPosted: Fri, Feb 28 2020, 17:44 PM 

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True to his word Matthew brings her lunch and dinners most every day. He even brings hew news and notices.

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TheRogue
 
PostPosted: Fri, Feb 28 2020, 18:02 PM 

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Two groups of Wharftown Millitia can be seen leaving the dock settlement and stay out for what seem like hours before returning and reporting to Garth that their search bare no fruit. Who they were searching for is yet to be said, as Garth himself would order his men to speak nothing of this till something was solid.

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PostPosted: Fri, Feb 28 2020, 19:01 PM 

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Cromlech watches the comings and goings with concern, and tries to get a bit of information from Garth about what's going on...

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PassionateShadow
 
PostPosted: Sat, Feb 29 2020, 14:25 PM 

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Matthew and Maverick, his white wolf companion are seen searching about the city with a pair of gloves from time to time as well as other spots along the isle looking for some one.

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PostPosted: Sat, Feb 29 2020, 21:31 PM 

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Garth would promise Cromlech that he'd tell her what's going on, but for now, everything has to be kept with little information as possible. The patrol was doubled, afterwards.

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PostPosted: Thu, Apr 02 2020, 17:45 PM 



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An old green-garbed warrior is seen enjoying life by the sea again.. sometimes accompanied by an admiral..


 
      
Elyon
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jul 10 2020, 20:49 PM 



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On one morning, the clouds thicken into a darker grey mass along the central west coast of Amia. Daily life was disrupted as heavy torrential rains pours and fog spreads. The average workers were unfit to carry on their duties, making their way inside the inn for shelter or homes with their families for the next twelve hours. The guards continued their duties and helped the residents inside. There was some manic as clockworks were placed inside the inn rather than the clockwork factory, as a gaping hole was open on the roof and rain flooded the lower floor less than a meter high.

The rain had stopped once the night came. Rumors spread that a familiar ship that was long abandoned on the docks had gone missing. The Exonerator, a vessel of blue sails, its flanks engraved with a screaming phoenix wrought in silver. The clockwork factory took the most priority however, as planks of wood were hammered onto the rooftop to cover the hole before the clockworks could be repaired.

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