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Post by Nature Boy on Jun 11, 2020 19:41:00 GMT -5
THE VILLAGE OF WOOLFOLK
A small farming village nestled between the city of Acton and the sea. Houses are scattered about with a market place, inn, and library in the center. The market place consists of only a few stalls where local farmers sell their produce, the library contains a meager handful of books that have found their way into the area. The last of the three, the inn known as The Famished Boar was simply a small pub with a few rooms for those passing through to stay the night. On the outskirts of the village, almost as though it were watching over it, sat a large manor, the home of the retired master weapon smith, Nombey Wizzleman. Rumors echoed through the streets of the small village about the failing health of the owner of the manor. Long had he declined in health and now was known to be on his deathbed. Any who entered the village would easily hear conversations about the friend, the mayor, and the lover, and speculations of who would get the Wizzleman's fortune.
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Post by samuraigaiden on Jun 11, 2020 20:16:00 GMT -5
Intrigued more by the mystery than by the possible gains, Conall arrived in Woolfolk after several days travel. Uma by his side - as she rarely refused leaving him - they surveyed the humble village. "This place is gorgeous." Conall chuckled. "If this whole High Tribune thing doesn't work out for me - Woolfolk has got to be my second option." The half-orc glared at him - she wasn't a particularly talkative person and though she seemed to be undeniably dedicated to Conall, she seemed to glare at him a lot. "Well, let's make our way down to this Hungry Bear place, shall we?" "...Famished Boar..." Uma grumbled. "Just seeing if you were paying attention." He winked at her playfully. "Always...paying attention..." She said in a hushed, albeit somewhat threatening tone. "No doubt, no doubt." He waved off her grumpiness and they rode into the hamlet, tying off their horses and striding into the tavern. Uma, the burly beast of a woman that she was, canvassed every person inside with a gruff sneer. Conall, on the other hand, walked in like he owned the place. "Oy! Such a beautiful town you folks have here. Can anyone tell me where to find old Wizzleman's butler? I was kind of invited here and have a fervent desire to meet the polite fellow who asked me to come to this fabulous place."
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Post by thebluedude7 on Jun 12, 2020 10:37:20 GMT -5
"Oh, what's this?" Torn and wrinkled, the parchment appeared to have somewhat of a significance. After all, the corpse which had previous owned the note appeared to have held it close to him. "Well, I found at least one thing the robbers didn't take. Now what does it say?" Big Brain quickly scanned the piece of paper, eyes widening as he read the contents. "Heh. This changes things now, doesn't it?" Chuckling to himself, Big Brain head off to village of Woolfolk. After his journey, he decided to stop by the inn to listen in for any tips or rumors on this old, wealthy man.
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Post by Nature Boy on Jun 20, 2020 8:27:41 GMT -5
SAMURAI
As the two newcomers walked into the village, villagers gave differing responses. To the man proudly waltzing about the street they looked in mild confusion, and towards the orc was with less than mild fear. Upon announcing the to the people his reasoning for being in their village, a number of the peasantry walked away and went about their day. One younger fellow, maybe around 14, though approached Conall and Uma. He had unkempt blonde hair, wore old slacks and a vest, and was covered in dirt. He bowed to the duo in a courteous manner that almost didn't seem to match is appearance.
"Hello! My name is Artie. I was sent by my teacher to find those coming to the village to help and send them to the manor. I'm afraid Mr. Leiknit is... uh... occupied at the moment..." His voice got a bit quieter as his sentence trailed off and he began to slouch a little. He bit his finger nail and stiffened up. "But uhh.. if you wish, I was going to check the inn and then head back to the manor. You may follow me if you wish."
With that, Artie dashed off to the inn...
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The inn was fairly small on the inside. A few tables and a bar up front, with a couple of rooms in the back for those who were passing by or passing out. Two older men sat sharing a drink, talking about all kinds of things, crop yields, the rebellion, and previous loves. As you get settled inside, the door to the Boar is thrown open, and a dirty looking boy stumbles in. The two older men chuckle at the boys entrance.
"Ey Artie, what's the hurry?" One of the men ask.
"Well.. I, umm.." He fixes his posture and stands straight up. "I am looking for anyone who is responding to Mr. Leiknit's letters. Have you seen anyone?"
"Nope!"
"Oh... okay then." The boy goes and sits down at a table and waits for a moment.
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Post by samuraigaiden on Jun 20, 2020 11:36:30 GMT -5
SAMURAIAs the two newcomers walked into the village, villagers gave differing responses. To the man proudly waltzing about the street they looked in mild confusion, and towards the orc was with less than mild fear. Upon announcing the to the people his reasoning for being in their village, a number of the peasantry walked away and went about their day. One younger fellow, maybe around 14, though approached Conall and Uma. He had unkempt blonde hair, wore old slacks and a vest, and was covered in dirt. He bowed to the duo in a courteous manner that almost didn't seem to match is appearance. "Hello! My name is Artie. I was sent by my teacher to find those coming to the village to help and send them to the manor. I'm afraid Mr. Leiknit is... uh... occupied at the moment..." His voice got a bit quieter as his sentence trailed off and he began to slouch a little. He bit his finger nail and stiffened up. "But uhh.. if you wish, I was going to check the inn and then head back to the manor. You may follow me if you wish." With that, Artie dashed off to the inn... Conall shrugged and followed along with the kid. He leaned toward Uma and whispered. "Is he wearing a potato sack?" "It's not that rough." Uma groaned and shoved him along to follow the boy. "All right, kid, we'll follow you then."
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Post by psychoclown on Jun 20, 2020 13:33:48 GMT -5
A chance to claim a piece of a dying man's estate. That was more than enough to catch the interest of Geryon Tyrikk. He may be the newly minted Lord of Eastcliff, but he still had a mercenary's instincts. He makes his way to the small village, accompanied by his companion, Oana Skylass.
"The notice said he would be at the inn," the elven woman reminded.
"Of course, all these sorta things start at an inn or tavern. Let's find a table, a few mugs of brew, and see if any of the local gossips know anything beyond the official story we've been told."
The pair settle into the inn and attempt to ply the locals for their take on the situation Master Wizzleman's impending death and the fate of his estate.
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