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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:57 am
Setting
Valleythorn
The city is old, this Valleythorn. Named as such for its position right against the side of the Valley of the Guardian. It is falling apart, the forest coming to reclaim the outskirts.
Valleythorn acquires a variety of settlers. Cityfolk and merchants. No noblemen would be caught out here, a dirty place where mercenaries gather. The Olde Town Inn is the city's main source of entertainment and information, nestled in the residential district just north of the town's square fountain. Further north than that, just against the wall surrounding the city, is the Authorities' office. Corrupt and dark, the city's "police force" ensures the peace of the town by any means necessary.
The Market District is south of the fountain, taking up the whole southern half of the city. Private shops, doctors offices, grocery shops. Anything you could possibly need, you could probably find here.
If you follow the road to the west, you find yourself staring at the large wooden gate separating the walled-in city from the Valley of the Guardian. If you continue to follow the road east, you will find yourself exiting the valley entirely, standing on the border of the Wilderness. The Wilderness has less fantastical stories than the Valley. Bandits and robbers follow the road, eager to rob who they can. Only those with protection really chose to travel east.
What kind of rabble has blown into this city, a thorn in the Valley's side?Rules
A. Be sure you have already created your character in the Character Profile subforum.
B. Remember to respect everyone playing.
C. Don't do anything you don't want people seeing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:39 am
Bankes stepped out of the inn, peering down at the paper clutched in one hand. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and he looked both left and right before going down the northernmost street connecting to the inn. He wanted to get back to the fountain he had passed on his way in, someone was supposed to meet him there for his newest assignment.
Grumbling, the bounty hunter pocketed the paper and set his attention to the inhabitants of the city. Just a bunch of people not unlike him, mercenaries, merchants, hunters. It was a whole mixing pot of people gathered in one place. He couldn't put his finger on why that seemed significant. It wasn't.
Five minutes of wandering the maze of streets before Bankes finally made it to the fountain. Being the center of the city, several people were gathered. Some having lunch, some trading items, meeting, playing. He groaned. His contact would be lost in the huge gathering. So he walked over to a bench placed near the fountain and sat. Surely they would find him, if anything. He stood out in the crowd like a sore thumb.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:46 am
Nystria ran down the street away from some random merchant she stole from he was shouting something but she wasn't paying any attention. She noticed she was headed straight for a fountain. If her clothes got waterlogged then she would have some serious luggage that would slow her down enough to get caught. Around would take to long so over it was. After taking a few more running steps she put all her strength into her legs to get her over that fountain. After she landed she took one look behind her and saw a rugged fellow didn't matter much to her. She stood up and kept running.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 11:03 am
Maroon looked up in time to see a girl go sailing over the fountain. He was lounging comfortably on the bench, but blinked at that sight.
"Strange folk in this town. I wonder if it's got anything to do with the rumors surrounding the valley next to it?" He wondered aloud. He watched as the girl kept running, then looked over to find a few merchants chasing after her.
They were going to run right in front of him... So he stretched his legs out and tripped them.
It was a good laugh, seeing them crash face-first into the ground. Ah, amusing.
He went back to lounging as the merchants tried to yell at him. He blatantly ignored them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:22 pm
When the shouting stopped suddenly Nystria stopped and took a good look behind her seeing most of the merchants yelling at a person at the fountain she had gone sailing over slightly before hand. Maybe she would run into him some other time and maybe thank him. She turned and started running again in case the merchants remembered why they were chasing someone in the first place. She wouldn't want to let that "kind" gesture go to waste now would she.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:39 pm
Bankes dismissed the disgruntled merchants by simply ignoring them. Do that long enough and they'll just feel stupid for yelling at a man that isn't paying any attention to them anyway. And Bankes just had that air of 'Don't mess with me' about him.
They wandered off, leaving Bankes to remain waiting... Waiting.
Who was he waiting for? There surely didn't seem like anyone was even heading for his general location. He took another glance at the piece of paper, sighing loudly out of boredom.
Bugger.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 9:03 am
And he gave up. Bankes stood from his bench and stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket. He shouldered his pack and started wandering the streets. Surely there was something interesting going on.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:00 am
A hand reached out of an alley way and pulled him in. "Hey thanks for the help earlier those guys never know when to give up." Nystria said with a small sigh. "Maybe they will learn. I doubt it though."
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:30 am
Bankes blinked, tilting his hat up to see the girl from earlier. His pistol was out and pointed at her head, of course, but that was because she surprised him. She was lucky he didn't fire...
He straightened himself, putting the weapon away and reshouldering his bag.
"Not a problem, miss. I was bored."
The bounty hunter looked up and down the alley, then took a moment to look the girl over. His eyebrow twitched briefly, then he shrugged.
"This little sore of a city has no excitement besides your little show earlier today. Is it always this boring here? I always heard this place was full of life and entertainment, being next to that valley and all. What's the deal?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 6:07 pm
Scipio Vascor
Thick clouds of smoke rose through the air, fogging up the small living space. Scipio ran his fingers across a list of ingredients within a large, leather bound book, mixing liquid after colored liquid in precise amounts in his small lab set up. Even though his bedroom was small for the lower level apartment complex, he made use of every bit of space, even if most of the space was covered with lab equipment, including the comfortor of his bed. Volumes upon volumes of scientific tomes lined his bookcase and his floor and he used them often, even more so when he was a professor, though that was history.
He slowly picked up a dropper, inching closer to the growing volume of boiling liquid he had on the bunson burner. "Easy..."Narrowing his eyes through his dark glasses, protection enough for him as he splashed a single drop into the mix, the puff of smoke much more than he anticipated. The apartment rumbled as the contents of the beaker combusted into the face of its owner, leaving him blackened and struggling for clean air.
Kicking his door open in a tidal wave of smoke, Scipio burst forth from his apartment, hand waving away the fumes furriously as he rushed into the open street. Second time that week, too. He sat on the steps, taking deep breaths, rubbing the bridge of his ashen nose as he tried discerning what he did wrong this time.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 6:15 pm
As if on cue, a plume of smoke erupted from a window above the two conversing in the alley. Bankes looked up, one hand holding onto his hat as he curiously gazed at the smoke.
He turned towards the mouth of the alley when he heard the door of the building bust open and someone rush out coughing and sputtering.
It would have been terribly rude to walk away while talking to this young lady...But then again, he wasn't known for politeness. He turned away from Nystria and headed back to the street, peering around the corner. And seeing a man sitting at the door to the apartment complex.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 6:41 pm
Scipio Vascor
"Can't be the B42...I fixed that yesterday."Scipio thought aloud, shaking his head and pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket. Wiping the ash and smoke from his face, he then proceded to clean his glasses, although with their dark tint, you couldn't tell they sustained any of the initial blast. He pushed them gently back on his nose, standing up and brushing off his jacket, then turning on his 'smokehouse' apartment.
"Rodney's gonna kill me when he finds out..."Thoughts ran rampant through his head as he gazed to the empty apartment two stories above his own. Thank goodness he wasn't home, or the real commotion would have begun. He looked to the sky, watching the sun begin to set on another unsuccessful day. "One more failure to add to the list...Isn't that right?"
He rubbed a hand through his hair, silently walking off to leave his apartment to air out. He glanced to the man staring at the spectacle, figuring there would be more, but the time probably prevented more spectators. "What, never seen an experiment gone wrong before? No light show left to see, you can go home now."He grumbled angrily, shoving his hands in his pockets and slowly sulking to the nearest cafe for some fresh coffee.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 6:46 pm
A grin nearly spread ear to ear on the man as he watched the grumpster walk away. He glanced at the apartment again, wondering what exactly was being done... Experiments were never his forte, science always proving to be a huge bore...but these weird smarty-types always needed some strange ingredients to make their concoctions work. Which meant, potential jobs for Mister Maroon Bankes.
Bankes shouldered his pack again, casually following a few steps behind the irritated Scipio. He wasn't going to stalk the man, no. Just...scope him out.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 2:45 pm
Scipio Vascor
Scipio trudged a few blocks down the street, pushing the door open to one of the few cafes of which he was a regular. He nodded to the waiter in the back corner taking an order and sat at the counter, leaning his chin on his interlaced fingers. The place was quiet, especially since they were getting near closing, but it had a homey feel that he liked, highly contrasting that of his own apartment. The place never stayed clean, nor ran a consistent look, but that was kind of the way he liked it.
"Dude, you're a mess. What did you do this time, burn the whole building down?"Eric looked him up and down, twirling a pen in his fingers and shoving it behind his ear, leaning on the counter, mockingly matching Scipio's pose. "No, but would you mind keeping it down? You know how Rodney is...Eyes of a hawk, ears of an elephant."Scipio rolled his eyes behind his shades, looking absently to the menu hanging from the ceiling, then back to Eric. "The usual...coffee, black."Eric nodded and turned into the kitchen, leaving Scipio to himself.
"How long has it been, Scipio? You can't keep this up forever..."Scipio yawned, stretching and placing his hands behind his head, reclining back in the chair. He could tell the silence was begining to wear off, the eerie feeling of dark stares closing in like the setting sun. "Four days...And yes, I can."He muttered stubbornly into the open air after a moment of thought, smirking confidently and pulling his glasses from his nose, wiping the lenses gently on his sleeve. "I don't believe in the boundaries of science and nature anymore...Or don't you remember?"
The smell of coffee quickly took him away from his other thoughts as his steaming mug was brought to the counter. Nodding his thanks to Eric and handing him a $10, he sipped silently on his coffee, savoring the flavor and the settling silence of the waiter's retreating footsteps.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:37 pm
Call me Mister Sneaky... Bankes thought bitterly to himself, completely in sarcasm. He was very obviously following the man, yet... It didn't seem like he was noticed.
The bounty hunter managed to follow Scipio to the little cafe and watched him sit at the counter. Bankes opted for a seat on the other side of the cafe, giving him plenty of distance to watch this stranger and not be seen in the process.
Curiosity was so annoying sometimes. But the outta-towner really needed something to entertain him. This worked just fine.
One of the other waiters walked over with their pen and pad and asked him what he wanted.
"Just a glass of water, for now. If you would." He responded, then as the waiter was turning away, he stopped them. "Could you tell me who that man, at the counter is? The one sipping coffee?"
The waiter looked over to where Bankes was discreetly pointing and lifted an eyebrow.
"Him? Oh yeah. That's Mister Scipio. He comes 'round in here pretty often.." The waiter looked back at Bankes, frowning slightly. "Why you wanna know?"
Bankes sat back, shrugging. "Curious. I saw him exit a smoking apartment building. I'm afraid I suffer from extreme bouts of curiosity that must be solved."
The waiter blinked a few times, then nodded and went on to get a glass of water for the dusty bounty hunter.
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