We retreat to the city centre to regroup with the garisson, 2 rangers help their wounded brother while I cover the back. I shoot at the first corsair, aiming for his head.
We retreat to the city centre to regroup with the garisson, 2 rangers help their wounded brother while I cover the back. I shoot at the first corsair, aiming for his head.
Wait, a "busty barmaid" slapped my and took away 1 from MY HEALTH?
I pull the health potion out of my pocket and decide to drink it. "Smells ing awful, but it's better than nothing..." Afterwards I go towards the walls in order to have a better look at the city's surroundings.
Serpentio strolled down the main road like a BOSS, sipping his potion. A smile on his face, he winked and grinned a sleazily toothy smile at nearby wenches. Dressed in his FREAKIN' BADASS armour, he felt like a legend. It didn't even matter that he had spent a stupendous amount to get a hold of it, by now he was practically high off the awesomeness. Man, this sure beat living like a lowlife in that squat...
I drink the potion before returning to the shop with my finds, looking to rack in some delicious profits!
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Under the patronage of the formidable and lovely Narf.
Proud patron of Derpy Hooves, Audacia, Lordsith, Frodo45127 and Sir Adrian.
Poosan, where's the action?!?!?!
Maedros
Vatterholm
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Yess, play time
I sneak towards the center of the city where I won't be alone. Well there I join the fight.
"These guys don't look to friendly" I think to myself "It's no use fighting back"
"What the hell do you guys want with me?"
I try to keep my weapons handy, although still concealed.
Serpentio loved whiskey, and he had always been particularly gifted in the subtle art of self-indulgence. He was in a good mood, so he listened patiently to the weird little dweeb talking to him, instead of swatting him away as his instincts suggested him to. When he heard he was meeting the kingpin of this joint, he wasn't too surprised. "Damn right" he mused to himself without even a hint of irony: "About time I get what I deserve." He took some pouches of gold from the reserve just in case he saw anything else in town which suited his fancy, but while stepping out of the shop he hesitated, and got a bright idea. he walked back inside and grabbed a very nice - albeit still somewhat masculine - pendant, which he thought might come in handy as a polite gift to whoever he was going to meet. At that, he closed down the store and left, ensuring that the place was completely secure - he had known enough scum back in the real world to know how they would consider robbing a place.
I take a fair amount of gold and an expensive piece of jewellry with me, close down the store and head off towards the citadel.
Under the patronage of the formidable and lovely Narf.
Proud patron of Derpy Hooves, Audacia, Lordsith, Frodo45127 and Sir Adrian.
I try to stab out with my seax knife at the orc on top of me. Hoping to get him out of the way.
(it would be weird if it was stuck as it is a knife, i have tested this)
While i start to think of what happens when you die in Valhall.
I am not angry at all for being left out of the social group. I did not want to join anyway.
{I cook weird stuff}-{Patronised by the fearsome Chloe}
„[...] því að með lögum skal land vort byggja en eigi með ólögum eyða.“
(The Frosta-thing law, 1260)
Is acher in gaíth innocht,
fu-fuasna fairggae findfolt:
ní ágor réimm mora minn
dond láechraid lainn ua Lothlind.
"That's the guy indeed, yet there's no need for such violence!" I say as I walk towards the detained person "You can let go of him, I only want to ask few questions."
"I saw you back there, at the bar. I know you are carrying a blue jewelry" I take my jewel from under my shirt, "What is this sorcery? What the hell is going on?"
I shoot another arrow and hide in a bush nearby.
Although curious about who the grey riders where we move towards the city centre to help our friends there.
Boro was relieved to be alive, and thus wanted to thank the Eagle inasmuch:
"I than yi, fan big bird. Ada herd af yi afore, bi sum wizard anemed Landagaff an de craked one, Lilbo. But as amazin ta be ere, front a gret ral egle as yi! Y'ff gav em a gret blessin, yea, bit de nolly place anna bi is ere ma deew's gan, an sad in de grey city, or so thiy recon. Would ya bring me, fine bird, to des city?"
Boro asks te great avian to bring him to Minas Tirith.
~Lyra
Sam.. Vimes.. ?
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I say thank you to the dwarf and awaits its next move before moving. If it run after the orc, so will I. In the mean time i wish for my throwning axe..
{I cook weird stuff}-{Patronised by the fearsome Chloe}
„[...] því að með lögum skal land vort byggja en eigi með ólögum eyða.“
(The Frosta-thing law, 1260)
Is acher in gaíth innocht,
fu-fuasna fairggae findfolt:
ní ágor réimm mora minn
dond láechraid lainn ua Lothlind.
I hit the archer so he won't be able to shoot me, and then I run like hell towards a easily defended spot, peferably with near other soldiers
Serpentio wasn't great at mathematics, but he felt a sharp sting when he heard the dusty nerd on the desk announcing his "debt". FOUR G's? What the ...You get up towards the citadel, i was an awful long walk through many gates and each of them had a different set of guards and you had to show the password and explain what you were doing. But finally you are at the top of the city. There was a huge cliff that looked like the bow of a boat and on top of it was a fountain and a dead tree with pompous looking guards standing around it. Not to mention a fancy white palace and a huge tower. You entered the palace and was met with a dusty middle aged man on a desk writing something on a sheet of paper with a feather quill right inside the door. Except for him the marble black and white hall was as empty as the two thrones at the far edge.
The middle aged man looked at you with weary eyes under thick glasses before speaking in a raspy voice "I am the a representative of the steward of this city, the chamberlain of taxes and the treasury" He looked through a bunch of papers found under his desk before droning on "It have come to our attention that you are the new owner of Aladdin's Jewellery, and thus you owe the city no less than six hundred and sixty five pieces of gold for the transfer and a first tax of a further nine hundred and nine pieces. Additionally the Steward have insisted we charge a further half of any market surplus to raise gold for the defence of the city, which is everyone's common interest, thus you owe the city a total of three thousand nine hundred and fourteen pieces of gold to be paid as soon as you sign these papers. "
The man hands over a sheet of paper to you "If you cannot read, a mark will suffice"
You are in the white hall on top of Minas Tirith. There is a old man demanding money and there is nobody else around.
There had to be some way out of this. There was no chance Serps would let himself get had like some low level toe-rag.
[Use skill: Lying]
He took a few steps forward, before saying to the man "your tax on my surplus suggests that you know how much gold I possess, which is clearly, and unfortunately false: The previous owner of the store tricked me, and made off with practically all of the store's profits, which rightfully belonged to me. We had celebrated, and in doing so I purchased this here armour that you see me wearing, but then we went for drinks...The scum spiked my beverage, and when I returned to consciousness and made my way back to the store, he was long gone, with just about everything."
[Use skill: Charm]
He put on his best sincerity act, wearing the face of a righteous, dutiful man of honour (he used this one to score quite often in the real world) and approached the man further. "I understand that the defence of the city is of utmost importance, and as soon as I make some earnings I will be sure to start sending them to the citadel. There is nothing more important to me than service to the state. I hope you will understand the sincerity of my dedication through this humble offering..."
He carefully took the pendant from its pouch and, holding it as if it was the most precious, fragile object he had ever touched, he placed it on the man's desk.
"As you well know, Aladdin is always generous to his friends."
I fabricate a story in order to buy time, and offer a gift to the chamberlain.
Under the patronage of the formidable and lovely Narf.
Proud patron of Derpy Hooves, Audacia, Lordsith, Frodo45127 and Sir Adrian.