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Post by Unter on Mar 30, 2018 11:43:42 GMT -8
A wave. A boiling rage.Roard nodded, with a small, meek smile, he spoke. "Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to speak."He waved back as the bounty hunter did as well, casting his eyes down before he walked over to the board. He stared upon it, tracing a gloved finger onto a paper newly hammered onto the soft wood. He nodded, he liked the sound of this. He had trekked through these woods, rode through them. He didn't seem scared, at least not made that way by the dangers of the Weald. Written upon it, in harsh letters and curt speech, a contract.AcquisitionUpon the completion of this contract, in the collection of three healthy samples of Blue Mushroom from a recently opened tunnel within the Weald.
Next was a small map, showing about a day's travel to a marked spot, a small symbol of a hole to symbolize the "Tunnel".
A team of four must progress into the tunnel, and in any way possible, harvest samples of what is simply called "Blue Mushroom". These have only been found growing on strange crucifixes, on whatever flesh is clinging to them. Find these crucifixes, destroy them, and harvest the Blue Mushroom.
Next, a small sketch of what appeared to be a crucified person, and small circled areas where the mushrooms would commonly grow.
Should the team bring these samples to Doctor Norman Olidon, commonly found at the Sanitarium, a large sum of gold and certificates for any possible weapon and armor repair required, as well as free treatment for any diseases that may be acquired during the expedition will be given. (Only one member of the team is required to receive the reward, but you must have evidence that you took part.)
Roard seemed okay with this, a team of four? Easy to make. . Francois came out of the Guild hall in a cold fury filled with rotten veins of disdain. This guy wasn't just worth his time. The streets proven to be far more interesting. In this time, he could not say it was crowded. He wasn't sure the streets ever were crowded in this light-forsaken place. This is why he was there, after all. To bring Word of the Light to this dark ways, dark hearts, and dark deeds. This place was very interesting, but he finished visiting. It was time he do something. And so, he very quickly went into the Tavern to dress up. He swapped nice clothing with his heavy armour, his sword fastened to his belt and his shield strapped to his back. The armour was still polished from days of care. The golden sigils on it still clear : The armoiries of the De Paladines. Let the heat of battle wash away these symbols. He needed to do something, he itched to do something. He got out of the tavern, clanking his way out of here. Mail rattled on plate because he didn't adjust his armour very well. He wasn't used to do it on his own, there weren't any servants in the Hamlet. He stuck his helmet under his arm and advanced in the streets, walking quickly and looking straight ahead. For he had spotted something really interesting this time. A post board, littered with old papers stood in the center of the Hamlet Streets, and some mercenaries were reading it with intent. Among them, a giant that looked stolen from children's tale stood seemed to examine the newest addition to the bounty board. They were to hunt for mushroom in the woods ? Eh. He needed the gold, and it would kill the time. He wasn't sure boredom was very common in this place, but it sure filled him right now. "Very interesting. Are you going to accept this, good sir ?" He directed this at the giant. But then, he had a good look at him and his nose curled up in disgust. He could smell, see, sense, the blighted pockets of malady. By the Light ! The man was a leper ! Still, he was huge. And he could still abandon him behind to keep the gold for him. That wasn't a very chilvarous thought, but the man was a leper. No one would miss this blighted creature. He did everything to master his face again, and assumed a mask of bored serenity. |
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 11:57:15 GMT -8
Tilly scooted herself to one side so that she was half-hanging off of the seat to make room for the lovely derriere of her beloved.
"We've the luxury of a free bucket already." She patted the space next to her, and her eyes flicked from Lekalis to the seat, back and forth, expectantly, before she looked to the pens with due anticipation, as though she were unsure which to look at.
"We'll start with Jacques," She reached forward for the pen and began twirling it excitedly with her nimble fingers, miming a wind-mill. "And then we can invite Courcy, Florence, Grace, Celeste, Ariana, and... who else?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 14:23:58 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Do we Tilly..? Do we really?" He pondered intensively, staring at her with a squint and sigh before shrugging and chuckling, shaking his head dismissively.
"I digress; Jacques is definitely one of the first we should contact... For more reasons than just the wedding." Lekalis' tone drew dire for a moment as the Amulet on his neck felt heavy once again; his hand went up to ease the leather bind about his neck,
"He could help rid us of this curse, of that I have no doubt."
But, quick as it came, he stowed the amulet deeper into his shirt and nodded pressing on,
"... we'll have to make sure Celeste doesn't see Florence... I can have her wait elsewhere, perhaps in the distance or the like-- Ah, we should have probably thought of where we want to have our Wedding first." He chuckled, palming a quickly strained brow as logistics began to play in his mind.
"Perhaps the riverside we'd just visited..?" He proposed with a singular risen brow as he bowed his head in quick thanks and scooted his sculpted derriere beside Tilly's own upon the shoddy surface.
He gave a worrying glance to her as the chair gave a groan, but seemed stable enough.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 14:34:50 GMT -8
"I think she'll be right as rain-- Florence went in and saved her, after all. And Celeste's a tough, logical lady. I just hope she'll be healed up enough in time to come along." Tilly draped an arm around him, both for the purpose of generally being close to her Betrothed, but also to free up precious real estate on the small seat.
Her face flushed and she drew a palm over it as she listened to, and, with much indignation, subsequently protested against, his proposition,
"We can't invite them there! We might as well stage it at our marriage bed to save us the walk, why don't we?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 14:40:06 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Corr! We'll have a proper marriage bed by then, not some river-side to lay in. As... Romantic as it was." He purred the last and cheekily nuzzled into her neck for a moment before pulling back with a defeated sigh.
"But, I've no means to argue... Perhaps we could stage it just past these ruins?"
Lekalis jerked his head to the ruins decorating the plot of land they now owned.
"It might take some clearing, but I'm sure we could manage with some help."
Though, he quickly shrugged and made to pull Tilly onto his lap to truly free up space on the chair as his tone became serious once again, a little louder than a whisper as he looked up to Tilly,
"I've no measure on Celeste, but I'd heard that she'd tried to strangle Florence... Out in the open! Right in front of the tavern. Now, she might not make to do that again, but who knows what she might try to do : Poison or a knife o-or some sort of hex!", as ridiculous as his worries were, he held them sincerely to his heart.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 15:03:07 GMT -8
"We'll have a lot of work to do on... that; but it sounds like a nice locale for it..."
Tilly winced some as she was pulled closed, and she shifted some for reasons more than simply finding a more comfortable perch, though it was certainly inclusive.
"Celeste's just a bitty nurseling. She wouldn't hurt a fly-- and she's sweet, too! She's saved my life more than once." She still twisted to one side to look Lekalis in his midnight eyes, hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
"She's a close friend, too-- I can ask her to be nice for one day for my own wedding."
She pecked a kiss on his cheek for good measure.
Twirling the feather-pen, she made to face the table once more, and pointed the pen like a conductor would maneuver a baton,
"But we really ought to get started on these invitation while there's still sun."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 15:07:29 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He gave a small, exaggerated 'ouf' and wince as he felt Tilly's boney-booty bump and grind against his lap and he offered a small smile as he effectively repositioned their corpus to fit together more like grooves of a cog than a spoon to a steak.
With the wiggling over with, he sighed and nodded, shrugging with his brows as he caressed Tilly's sides,
"I am still going to ask Florence to wait a ways away... I'm sure she wouldn't mind." He explained with a smile and nod as he patted Tilly's belly.
"For mysake at the least."
"As for the invitations!" He declared happily, as he eagerly tried to set his chin on Tilly's shoulder, he peered down at the pen and paper expectantly,
"I'm eager to see what you remember about calligraphy, dear Tilly..." He almost dared her with a devilish grin...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 15:52:06 GMT -8
"How could I forget..."
Contentedly, she set her cheek upon his and poked the nose of the feather-pen into the sea of ink. Her hands worked carefully to poise the quill just at the upper right-hand corner of the page, before she traced the following in large, sprawling, spidery handwriting:
'Dear Jacques,'
She re-dipped the point of it, but then paused. She hesitated.
"...What else do I write?" Asked Tilly, almost shamefully...
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Post by Kidney on Mar 30, 2018 16:11:02 GMT -8
A man, another worthy recruit.
Roard turned quickly, keeping his mighty cleaver away from the man. His breath pressed against the bandages newly wrapped around his lower face, and he looked down at the man. He piped up, although he did not speak very loud, his voice a crackly, damaged mess.
He waved politely, starting the sentence alongside it, "Yes. I intend to. I have two people on their way to join me. Do you wish to complete the team?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 18:21:01 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He chuckled and rose a hand, motioning downwards in a calming motion beside her writing hand;
"Slower..." He happily recollected with a kiss at the back of her jaw.
"... And try to keep your flourishes smaller; I'd rather we keep this invitation to one page." Lekalis smiled, then sighed as he brushed his fingers across Tilly's knuckles,
"You remembered well, though. Very pretty." He affirmed with a wink as he flourished his hand out for her to continue, clearing his throat.
"I suppose it'd be best to get to the point right away, write:
He is invited to a dear friend's wedding, which shall commence by the end of this coming month in the Darkest Estate..." His fingers moved in rhythm to the words he spoke, as though he were writing his own invitation, he hummed,
"... Perhaps we should make mention of our names earlier; Jacques was particularly prickly the last time I spoke with him. Rather curt."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 18:40:20 GMT -8
Tilly scrunched her nose in distaste and craned her neck to look disapprovingly back at Lekalis,
"'You're invited to a dear friend's wedding?' Are we writing my great-aunt?" She jested and poked him gently in the belly with her elbow, "It's only Jacques. We'd best get ready to be nice and cozy with him if he's going to be helping us with our little curse-problem... and he's a close friend of mine, anyways."
Jacques and herself certainly left on better terms than him and Lekalis. It had potential to be the cause of some awkwardness between the two, but she'd hope enough time had passed.
She sat back around and wrote, almost defiantly, though in notably more slower, stilted and short lettering,
'You've missed so much since you've been gone.
Come back and catch up!
With love and cheer,
Tilly.
P.S. Lekalis (Blood) Fanushcrat and I are marrying in a fortnight. Do us a favor and come to the wedding!
P.P.S. I have a problem that I need help with involving strange magick. I can explain more in person'
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 18:44:30 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He scowled, though his face warmed as his eyes easily bounced along with Tilly's writing and his smile widened as he flared his teeth and made to lightly hold her elbow as she jabbed at him.
"You're awfully good at this. Though, I suppose, you know the man better..." He sighed a bit forlorn, though he seemed ultimately satisfied as he smoothed out one of the corners of paper and made to draw another.
"... I'll add stylings before we go to bed, and we'll deliver them tomorrow morning; that sound fair?" He proposed as he waited for his dear Writer to press on...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 18:56:29 GMT -8
"Sounds all good to me." Tilly nodded happily, realizing at last to shift her hat aside to allow Lekalis more room to breathe before, after long deliberation, deciding to remove the hat altogether and set it down on the table.
She brushed the strands to one side, which ineffectively fell back to its initial position. There was no length to rest on her shoulder.
"You didn't even notice I got my hair trimmed, by-the-by." She teased with a brief wink to him, before reaching for another sheet of parchment.
"We'll go write an invitation to Courcy, now? Or Florence?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 19:00:41 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Trimmed your hair..? When-- Ah, I see..." He hummed, leaning back and curling his hands into her strands to pull them behind her head for the moment, idly contemplating and measuring the lengths.
"... I was wondering why I didn't have quite as good--" He gave a soft grunt as he curled his fingers into a slight fist, her hair in the midst of it, he gave it a slight tug,
"-- Grip, but an hour before. Almost pulled my shoulder by the river, I swear." He mused with a little giggle as he combed out Tilly's hair again.
"Ah, as for the next, we'll do Courcy... I'd like to write out Florence's; she's got a very... peculiar state of mind." Lekalis explained sweetly, amused by the obviousness of the fact as he slid her yet another sheet of paper.
"You think she'll come..?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 19:08:47 GMT -8
Tilly was perplexed for all of two heartbeats before her eyes flashed with indignation and mild embarassment.
"Ohhh, you love bringing the good river up whenever you can, don't you." She sighed, flustered, and drew a hand to rub at her jaw, and then squinted in thought.
"Are you asking whether Courcy or Florence'll come? Because, frankly, your little doctor would happily attend you all the way to the outhouse if she could." She readied the quill, plunging it into the ink again, before gently shaking off the excess along the rim of the inkwell.
"I'm not quite sure about Courcy. She seemed a bit offended when you rejected her... advances."
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