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Post by Rarity on Dec 21, 2007 15:22:24 GMT -5
Over by the baker is a coughing and hunched over peasant covered in dirt, filth, and grime. The peasant is less than adult human height and bundled in layers of brown linen. A shaky hand breaks through the cloth, reaches in a pocket, and withdraws a silver. As the arm extends to offer the silver to the baker, it seems that there isn't enough strength to lift as is tremors violently. A harsh dry whisper escapes. "Bread."
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Post by Duskwalker on Dec 21, 2007 15:59:58 GMT -5
The rather tall Human is wearing what appears to be a nomads outfit with a eye patch over his right eye, with a long scar over his face that goes over his eye and letting his hair fall down his back and a little in front of his face, is against the wall doing some stretches, leg stretches, arm stretches etc. after that he begins to jog around the bazaar what seems to be like a full speed run for other humans makes it look like it was easy (half max speed, 30 ft. per round)...
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Dec 22, 2007 3:51:48 GMT -5
"Hey you!" shouts a guard to the tall human with the eyepatch. "Performing is not allowed in the bazaar, no matter how humorous you may look. Scram!" The armored human accusing you is quite short, no more than four or five inches over five feet, at most. He has close cropped hair which is black except for a few grey hairs. His age shows with face as well, easily in his early forties. A scar runs into the side of his face and down part of his neck, the silver lining indicates it may have been done within the past year. His pauldrons are heavy and are stylized with the Tyrsport insignia, as well as his captain's chevrons. He wields a longsword, a fine one at that, as well as a shield.
He is flanked by an unassuming looking guard in scale armor with a sword and shield and a Steel Patroller. The Steel Patroller has the phrase, "Take all, want nothing" written on his side.
Thankfully for Elladan, the guards seem too distracted with other matters than to notice an outcast. At least these few, the other patrollers seem quite satisfied with searching every nook and cranny of the bazaar. But, you notice a small token fall from a random satchel. Maybe a sense of altruism drove you to look to identify who dropped it, maybe because for some reason you recognized the sigil, but most definitely, this token is familiar to you. It appears almost as if someone dropped a badge indicating nobility... but why one would be in the bazaar, and not a servant.. is beyond you.
Nazia, she's late. This sometimes is normal, to avoid harriers trying to intercept... but this is much later than usual. Your appearance doesn't attract unwanted attention, but it seems that many here are, the guards are searching more carts than ever. You take the bread from the baker, who thanks you.
All five of you notice an old man fall to the ground. Two guards begin pummeling him with maces, the Steel Patroller ignoring the event less than a yard from him. One of the guards shout, "Die, leper!!"
A person brushes by you, Nazia... dropping something from his satchel, you recongize the insignia, but it does not fit in this place... this low-class part of town.
Actions: ALL. Descriptions: Aleryia and Midorii.
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Post by Madscotsman on Dec 22, 2007 4:07:52 GMT -5
Adding the beating of the beggar to his ever growing list of grievances to be answered for, Elladan advances slowly into the bazaar, moving with the flow of crowds, tracking the one who dropped the token.
(Description of token dropper?)
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Post by Rarity on Dec 22, 2007 4:16:00 GMT -5
The peasant begins to eat the bread, making many crumbs in the process of eating hastily as if starving. She seemingly ignores the commotion, too intent on her task. After finishing, she lowers a sac that hanged from her shoulder to the ground and opens it to withdraw a wineskin. Now having a better view of the token, she tries to place where she might have seen it before and what the significance of it could be before deftly sliding it up her sleeve. Once drinking from her wineskin, she rises and hobbles towards the Northern Terrace.
OOC: Make knowledge nobility/royalty, bluff (if you haven't already), and sleight of hand rolls bitch
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Post by Duskwalker on Dec 22, 2007 8:36:59 GMT -5
How rude and Ignorant this man is, oh well he must not be well educated
Alexander will stop at the guard yelling at him and begin to jog outside the bazaar until he see the two guards beating up the old man, to which point he will slowly begin to walk towards the guards and the old man that they are beating...
(( OOC: What does the old man look like? Normal or looks like he has some sort of disease or something, since the guard did say leper. ))
After seeing in what condition the old man is in before speaking, Alexander will then say:
"Sir, please stop, if you are just looking for someone to beat, then I believe that I may be of better sport... If it is because he has a disease of some kind then either take him somewhere he can be healed, or something else, beating him isn't going to help his condition."
Alexander stands there with his arms behind his back waiting for one of the to attempt to strike him in which he will be completely Defensive and only dodge at the moment.
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Post by Phoenix on Dec 23, 2007 0:59:21 GMT -5
Aleryia is browsing the market place for medicinal herbs when she hears the guard shouting. She gives no more than a curious glance to this disturbance, she simply smiles to herself, the brief humor lending light to her dark green eyes and returns to her shopping.
She's wearing her usual long white robes with gold trim and the mark of the local healing house with a casual white dress underneath. Aleryia is also wearing a white headress, similar to that which a nurse might wear, and a small holly branch behind her ear, tucking a piece of her raven colored hair behind it as well.
She says to the shopkeeper whose stall she is browsing, "How much do you want for these herbs?"
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Post by SbFe_Fluegel-kun on Dec 23, 2007 1:23:08 GMT -5
*snort-laugh*
Savages, the lot of them.
Midorii, her long earthen green hair slightly twitching in the breeze, shakes her head and grins at the guards and the idiot. What a way to start a fight, she thought, hands down and face presented.
Though she is wearing little more than her fine mithril armor and a set of tatters that pass for maybe pants, the one thing that probably draws a lot of stares are the finely crafted weapons on her back. Strongly built, but still no taller than a short human, she walks down the bazaar looking for food. Strolling casually, she happens to spot the small... thing? Is that what that mass of cloth is on the ground? Well, whatever it is, it has food. And she's hungry.
Walking over to the baker, she almost knocks over the smaller person squatting nearby. "Hey, how much bread can I get for one of these?" she asks, holding up one of the vials from her belt. (Potion of Jump)
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Dec 23, 2007 3:42:42 GMT -5
Elladan, You only caught a glimpse of the token-dropper, just a red-colored cloak, but you manage to spot the same person headed, very swiftly towards the west of the Bazaar, towards port-town. He is pushing his way very swiftly. The situation changes as you observe someone approaching the guards, the red-cloaked man turns around. You see a bit of his face, his dark brown goatee and his stern expression, middle-aged he seems and glances at the leper... and his face contorts to horror.
The old man being beaten shouts at a red-cloaked man, "Son! Stop this violence!" The man looks up at the guards in desperation.
The first guard, dressed in steel scale armor shifts his attention to the tall man with the eye patch.
Alexander, as you look at the old man, his skin is deteriorated and torn, his nose is partially gone, you can see inside his mouth from the holes in his cheeks.
The guard speaks, "You aloof buffoon, this man is cursed! He will infect us all! Begging in the marketplace is forbidden without permit! Get thee away and waste not my time."
The guard stops and glances at the red-cloaked man who the old man indicated and he freezes. "Galivan! I've found him! Attention all guards! Stop that man!" He indicates the red-cloaked man, and the steel patroller, despite his bulky appearance, begins to sprint at the human. The red-cloaked human, also in a deep-red vest... runs. He begins to run as swiftly as he can from the steel and wooden automaton.
This commotion seemed to rile even the guards standing next to you, Nazia. You recognize this symbol as not being of any of the bloodlines here in Tyrsport, but it's in a close by kingdom. Either case, this person must have traveled a bit to get here. The stylized markings indicate possibly Redshore Dale to the north.
Elladan, as you near the token, a shabbishly dressed person surprisingly deftful, pockets the token. Or so you think, you noticed her grasp it... but where it was beyond your eyes. You conclude this person is experienced at palming such objects.
Alexander, you could have sworn that amongst commanding all of the guards, he may also have indicated you to chase after the red-cloaked man. After mocking you in public, as well. He seems very desperate if he's calling on you to help.
Aleryia, all of a sudden "By the Gods! What on earth is happening?" cries the herbalist, as you try to get her attention of the price of the medicines. Just then, Aleryia, your wrist is grabbed. A human female, bloodied, beaten and battered, is at the ground near you. "Ma'am! Aleryia! I can't find the others... the letters! They ... must be delivered!" She falls to the ground, hemorrhaging an your boots. She drops five letters... one of which is addressed ...to you. You never recall seeing this person. She coughs one last time, "...midnight." The life fades from her eyes in a moment.
The commotion outside doesn't stop. The red-cloaked man leaps into a nearby store, and the Steel Patroller makes chase.
The baker looks to Midorii. "Your kind isn't served here."
*BAM!!* A red-cloaked man leaps in through the window.
He looks around, grabs at his ankle, probably hurt by the acrobatic attempt... or rather... failed acrobatic attempt.
He looks at the two of you, the baker and Midorii, and hisses "You have to hide me! Protect me! I have money, I have lots of it! Please!" His dark brown hair is disheveled and his goatee seems... surprisingly well groomed. His deep blue eyes tell you he is to be trusted, but may be that is his deception. His garments denote his status as noble, silk, velvet and more. Red, violet and even some black.
Actions: ALL
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Post by Madscotsman on Dec 23, 2007 4:09:46 GMT -5
Elladan, bursts into a run an instant after the red cloaked man does, following him and his pursuer, the emblazoned construct. He brings a dagger to his hand, held overhand, ready to put maximum force behind its point to penetrate armor if needed. He uses his acrobatic, leaping skill as needed to traverse the crowd as quickly as possible in his effort to catch up. Hoping that he'll appear as a secret police member or something of the like, he makes no effort to disguise his pursuit.
(jump or tumble if it'll get me through faster)
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Post by Rarity on Dec 23, 2007 4:24:09 GMT -5
Discovering the red-cloaked man as the owner of the token, and oddly enough, very wanted by the guards at the moment, she decides that following will give her more information. Not breaking her guise, she hobbles in the direction of the chase.
OOC: Now that I know where everyone is:
She calls the attention of the guards, waving an arm in the air. "Guards! A red-cloaked man!" She points in the direction from which she came. "That way!"
OOC: I dare you to pass your sense motive, Mr. DM.
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Post by Duskwalker on Dec 23, 2007 8:20:35 GMT -5
Well, after that stunt I dont know if I should help or not, I could just bash the bastards head in for mocking me in public...
After thinking for a second Alexander burst with unnatural speed, after the man with the red cloak; Alexander is moving at such speeds that he rivals a horses movement... He will attempt to catch the man if possible and use a stunning fist on him...
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Post by Phoenix on Dec 24, 2007 20:06:04 GMT -5
What in the name of the Gods is going on?
Aleyria looks down at the now dead human female at her feet and the letters scattered about her. Between the noise of the confusion with the guards going on around her and the noise the shopkeeper is making, she's really rather irritated. However, she has no right to refuse the last request of anyone, and her curiosity gets the better of her, so she picks up the letters, slipping them in a hidden pocket in her right sleeve.
"Guards! Your assistance over here please!" yelling as loudly and as urgently as possible to get their attention.
((OOC: What does my letter say?))
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