Travellers
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// Beginning of forum rp
John Oakshield wakes up, takes his staff with him and starts a journey.. He's gifted individual, and follower of Shandaukaul. He has many friends, some knows better some less… but everyone he passess on road he considers as a friend. After an seemingly uneventful day of travels, he stops at inn and sits by table, paying with coin for the ale and entertaining barmaid with conversation. The evening has just started.
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The man with the crown, sits at his window, looking out at those by the fire..
For those looking in, he has his sword up streight, covering half of his face and blonde hair. Running a steel along the blade giving it a deadly sharp edge.. From outside the faint scrape of metal on metal is heard
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One of the other folks that had been sitting in the shadows of the inn before the crowned man entered stirs a bit and stands a bit closer to the conversation.
Seemingly hesitant to speak yet, his green eyes dart from face to face sizing up each person. Like many others in this region he wears a heavy cloak to protect from the cold, and appears to have a closely-shaved scalp under his hood.
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After a change of mood, John speaks for his group:
- "We are not young, sir, we travelled many paths, some more, some less treacherous ones.. though in some ways we stayed true to the spirit. If the caravan accepts us, we'll accept the caravan. But of course this is only my word, I expect others to speak their mind freely."
He then waits for the rest of his companions to take their stand and share thoughts.
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_A young man joins the people at the fire. He is dressed simply, his hair and eyes dark. He carries a heavy walking staff with him, a light pack, with a set of Birdpipes set to hang visibly from his belt.
He seems to enjoy listening to conversation, and only speaks up to prompt speakers to continue; or to direct the topics into other areas.
If the mood is right, he will entertain with the pipes, and a bit of sleight of hand. Though if asked, he denies any claims to being a bard. Citing only:_
"I am a Keeper of Lore friends, I find the pipes diverting amusement which I would happily share at your fire. He introduces himself as Keary, he also shows an aptitude with a bit of magic, song, and dance. Though he is neither flamboyant, nor even a forceful personality; he seems to always attract people to him.
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_A rich looking man approaches the fire, dressed in fine silks. He is the definition of "snooty." Older in years, balding grey hair, though standing straight. His skin pale from old age and much time indoors. He asks the commoners:
"Say, you all look like strapping young lads. I'm looking for able-bodied individuals to help escort a caravan to a small village south of here. Maybe one or more of you are up to it? Or perhaps know of anyone who is?"_
His speech sounds polite enough, though there is a hint of arrogance.
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The commoners who met by the fire are Adam Clearsong, smooth young merchant proficient with shortbow archery and fencing… ((feel free to add your own characters here)), a stuttering boy Andrew Hin and his brother Adam, the carpenter. Each of them follows different god, but they all seem to treat others with kindness and respect.
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Stable boys hurry to clean and feed the horses.. Inn quickly becomes very busy. The barmaid serves the meal, regarding the guards and the man with a crown. She looks with a pity at the young wanderer… thinking him to be at wrong time at inn.
Commoners leave quickly, John taking that as a hint as well. They move outside, separating into few groups.. John following the least numerous one. A night under the stars, by the hearth of fire, among strangers - nothing new for a traveller. He thinks of the man with the crown, all the guards, then engages in quiet conversation with other commoners. After a while, they come to agreement regarding shifts, share the tea and modest meal.
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_A bear like horse is seen passing the window to the inn, covered in black and gold leathers, the man leading it is rarther simerler in many senses, His build, the colours he wears, aswell as an aire of pride.
Moments later, the tall, well built man walks through the door, wearing full armour and a crown mounted onto his helmet.
The man walks up to the bar, removing his crown and tucking it under his arm, he pass's the bar man a few coins and asks for his best wine and shelter for the night, for himself and his horse.
After giving a few extra gold to the bar, he strides towards the fire and sits down, he takes a deep breath, before sipping his wine, relaxing….._
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// the posts do not have to be written in specific order,
// it's like writing a book collectively, its about posting your own ideas, and then we'll gather it together.
// in this example.. you do not have to wait for Celtic to write his reply.. I'll be maitaining second thread that puts it all together. All input on that is welcome of course.
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John waits for his turn to eat, as he nods to the armed man. Careful to not provoke any fight, he lowers his head and observes inn's doors.. Then he looks at Clayton once again and lets out a slight sigh. Gathering courage, he walks to his corner and asks honestly:
- "From where did you come, fellow traveller?"
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Clayton slides the coin to the barmaid, taking the cup of ale and the bowl of stew she has prepared for him. He slips past the multiple guards who are having their after-shift drinks, and takes a quiet seat in the corner. As he eats, he notices a man with a staff speaking with an attractive barmaid. Keeping an eye on him, and the other eye on the after-hours guards, he smiles and returns a wink from a barmaid who brings him some fresh bread for his stew.
With his weapons concealed beneath his heavy cloak, and the hood of the cloak concealing his long red hair, Clay is just a nobody… having dinner like anybody else.
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// anyone is welcome to join and continue the tale
