Siobhan's fantasy epic of eipc fantasy (open, PM me first)

[siobhancan99]

(this will be a fantasy rp thread. I'll sort of "run" the thread and all the non player characters. it is probably easier if people run individual stories, but to the extent you want to group up that's fine. PM me to let me know you're joining and your character. tech level is going to be a little past standard, with some pistols and cannons)

They say a lot of things. They all agree, however, that a thousand years ago at the beginning of the Bright Empire, that the gods looked down upon the ancient city of Citta De Mare, and beheld a terrible demon. A foe so great that the gods smote the earth with a new mountain, destroying the city, digging new valleys through the walls of granite that are the Stukin Zid mountains to leave the Demonska Planina as a tomb for their hellish foe, lest he destroy the world.

They all agree. Except for those of course who don't. THEY all agree that a thousand years ago, the gods threw down one of their own and hurled the mountain down upon him, heedless of the cries of the mortals whose lives they destroyed and the rending of the earth.

What is genuinely without dispute is that the bright empire tarnished. What was gold turned to dross as the Homines were replaced by the Volk and the Ludowy. That as kings wrestled and tore the empire asunder, refugees flooded the nearly impassible mountains to fill the valleys around Demonska Planina. Bandit and refugee chieftans became counts, and counts became Dukes. A fortress was built on the mountain, a harbor was rebuilt over the ruins of the old. A city, Gradzlata, rose over the ashes of the old one, to sit, proud and rich and independant. the Stukin Zid kept the Volk in the west and the Ludowy in the east. Their ships visited the harbor though, fat with trade goods in times of peace.

After the merchants came the adventurers. Those brave souls who dug through the catacombs beneath Gradzlata looking for the gold and magic of the bygone empire, trapped with the corpses of a hundred thousand souls doomed by the mountain's fall. Most did not return, but those that did came laden with treasure. Some of it from the empire, some of it from those who went before them and failed.

Now the last emperor is dead. The bright empire, no longer tarnished, is nothing at all. The Volk, under their king Magnus II, seeks to restore the Empire's borders under their own flag. So too do the Ludowy, under King Bogumil, first of his name. Both countries covet the lands around the Demonska Planina. Duke Kazimir keeps both sets of wolves at bay with the threat of the other. how long, will the peace last however?

For now, both powers are content to war in the shadows, through the court of Kazimir and the influence of their merchants. Trade, after all, is the lifeblood of nations. Folk from all over the world come to this rich city, this metropolis of massive mansions and squalid shacks. This shining city fileld with dark alleys, and dark pleasures. All come seeking fortune, but most simply find their fate.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jons back story

Jonathan (Jon) is a 21 year old half orc and half human. He stands about 6 feet tall and is well build. Jon is 200 pounds in weight. Jon got his dad's human looks for looks other then his shape from his mom for his orc side. Jon has brown short hair that can just cover the fingers, with blue eyes. Jon's main weapon is his heavy large shield, and a long sword. Jon has some skill with his sword to keep folks at bay. Tho he rather let them wear them self's out banging on his shield, or him ramming them with it. (very much a defensive fighter)

Jon likes to wear a leather hood that covers the neck, hair and ears, leaving his face uncovered, and matching backpack with bed-role cover. His shirt and pants is of the same tan leather but with chain-mill outer coating. Jon carries a rectangular shield that covers from his knee's to shoulder. It has a double leather arm strap that slides on his forearm. The strap is attached to a wooden base with a metal covering. Jon wears it on his right side and has it covering a nearly basic long sword but with a bit bigger hand grip for his hands. (not to much bigger then the basic long sword) Then Jon is also wearing a matching tan leather pair of boots (with out the chain-mill). Jon's shirt and pants have the chain-mill stitched into the leather so they are held tight, so they are more silent as much as chain-mill can be anyways.

Jon comes into the ancient city of Citta De Mare by the front main gate on foot. He asks the main gate guard where the armorer's shop is. Jon hopes to get the hand guard on his sword widen a bit and a butt placed at the bottom of the hand grip, and maybe a lead on a job for some extra cash. Most of Jon's little life savings has gone into his armor, and the trip here.

 

[siobhancan99]

Citta de Mare was long gone, buried beneath the ruins left by the Gods when they hurled the mountain down upon the land. The City of Gradzlata stretched before Jon's eyes in its place. Not many came to the city by land. Farmers and loggers, trappers who occupied the valleys sheltered behind the Demonska Planina. Occasionally, some overland trade made it through the passes guarded jealously by the dwarves which lead into the lands of the Volk and the Ludowy. More often, foot traffic from foreign lands came in the form of lone warriors seeking their fortune. As such, the guard was not surprised at the arrival of the armed man, though the gate saw little traffic for such a large city.

"depends" came the shrug "on how much you're wantin to pay, I reckon". the gate guard looked the man over "As you're a foreigner.." he gestures at the mountainous slopes covered in winding streets "your richer folk live up there. The mountain springs give them fresh water that doesn't come from the river" The river, of course, wound around the base of the mouintain and under an arch breaking the wall. It bisected the city into eastern and western halves. Along the river itself, at the lowest point in the city sat the most squalid slums. Once valuable riverfront property had been abandoned as more modern plumbing and the discovery of pure springs in the surrounding mountains made life above the town more palatable "and the poorer down there, in the basin. Your average craftsman plies his trade there as well. The stink of coal and the sound of hammers isn't for the rarified folk above.Cept of course when it is. There's a few Dwarven smiths in the heights. They charge a premium price, but they do premium work of course. Also, it helps their operations are dug into the mountain and don't disturb their neighbors." He gestures again towards the harbor "or if you're looking for fancy Elven work, there's a shop down by the docks. Not so near as to be in a bad neighborhood mind, but positioned for your wealthier sea traveller."

The man shifts "will you be staying in the city then? or are you just here to have the work done?" He looks at the man's shield, a relic of the Homines... or so he would think if he were educated enough to know such things. "Strange bit of shield you've got there, lad"

 

[JonathanBair]

The city is very impressive to Jon from where he came from. Growing up in a Orc gathering point, if you could call it a town, More like a old mine shaft with cubby holes to sleep in. This was a wonder and very impressive to Jon. In his travels seeing how most folks have free standing homes, Jon knew just what kind of backwater slums he lived in. Normal for Orcs tho, so he did not feel shame in his past.

Jon was grateful for no one seamed to notice he was a head taller then the normal man in height. Jon could feel the gaze of the guard look over him. Jon turns his head to track the guard's hand as he points up the mountain and listens to the info...

Jon knew odds are the human smith in town would be the cheapest and what was in his price range. Tho that would be hardly better then what he got now. Jon's mind did dream of the dwarf craftsmen ship. Maybe in time he would visit the elfs too for better looking clothing. Jon could hardly swim with out his gear in a river, so he was not to crazy being by the sea side.

Jon nodded and saying "I think I will visit the human shop then go see the dwarfs up there. To get prices anyways, maybe some leads on a job or two. Not sure how long I will be around here. Good chances I will be coming, and going tho with items to sell".... The guard seamed to have a interest in Jon's shield. The guard says "Strange bit of shield you've got there, lad" Jon smiled and nodded saying "Its a old shield from a forgotten time. Had to get it modded a bit to fit me more better otherwise it would only cover mid thigh failing to protect my legs all together." Jon smiles and nods, enjoying the conversation about it. Mostly it goes unnoticed or a few quick looks and no more. Jon knew most where round shields or smaller rectangular ones for only the chest. Jon loved his shield for its weight and it fits more his fighting style.

Jon plays with the idea to go up to the dwarfs first and chase a dream right away, or to stay in the lower part and deal with the human smith for his price range. Jon is hard in though as he debates the two options with him self, while holding the conversation with the guard.

 

[siobhancan99]

The gate guard nods at the explanation and collects the gate tax, then movss aside, gesturing for Jon to enter as his compatriot moves to the wagon coming up the road behind the half-orc. "well, its a funny kind of thing. might draw a few looks is all." He nods to Jon, dismissing him and letting him by.

Through the massive gate, Jon would see the well manicured neighborhood beyond approaching but not quite achieving its ambition of being middle class. Too close to the wall, too deep in the basin, it still had access to clean river water as it was the first neighborhood in line along the waterway. The residents still took some pride in their houses, some of them even two story, the remnants of when a wealtheir citizen lived in this quarter of the town. Broad avenues lined the river, No houses were allowed to be built along it, and access to the river was allowed to all as a source of drinking water or a place to empty the chamber pot. As such, the neighborhood lacked the squallor and the scent of humanity that characterized the poorer quarters of town. This portion of the town, too, was quiet. There was little in the way of industry here, a few small shops and a farmer's market. To find an armorsmith, the half orc would have to descend further towards the harbor, or ascend into the heights to search out the dwarves.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon was glad to be gestured in side, tho he was enjoying talking to the guard who was working. Jon quickly moved along inside, so not to be a pest or hindrance with the wagon coming along. Jon nodded in agreement hearing the shield looks funny and may draw a few looks. As Jon knows it has in the past to anyone cared to notice it. Jon Thanked the guard as he passed.

The city is mind blowing in wonder. Far past any of the small farming towns Jon has seen in his travel. Jon feels kinda out of place with the two story homes seaming like they are from another world to him. Growing up Jon had heard stories of the human and elfs having grand cities inside tall stone walls. Jon is amazed to see it is true.. As he makes his way closer to the city center. On the way Jon noticed how the river area had its planing to keep the banks open for easy access. Jon did enjoy finding the small market tho it didn't have any shops that he needed to visit at this time. Tho later on he would need to visit the farmer's market. Jon sighed in disappointment of not seeing a armor in it.

It was now Jon realized he would have to make his mind up. The dwarves would be his best bet for the work he wants done now. Maybe even having his sword melted down to be mixed with the new parts for a solid cast. From how he seen some of the orcs make the basic swords and shields. From what Jon knew for the stories he was told, the dwarfs lived much like the orcs under ground and had much more thicker metal works then the humans, and far more thicker then then the orcs crafting. Jon sighed again and started to make his ascend into the heights for his best shot of filling his needs. Jon looked around to the sides as much as he looked foreword. His slow pace to allow him to take in the wonder of the city. Tho Jon could move much faster if he wasn't distracted by all the wonderful views around him.

 

[siobhancan99]

As Jon made his way into the nearby heights, he travelled up a series of switchbacks lined with townhouses. As the elevation climbed, so too did the quality of construction and the side of the dwelling. At a certain height over the city, the side of the mountain had been cut away and terraced, with larger more opulent homes covering lots of a quarter acre or more. As he entered these neighborhoods, he began to see gate guards. One of them, a grizzled older man in a chain hauberk carrying a halberd stopped him, asking if he was lost. After a brief exchange, Jon was directed back down the mountain, along a circuitous path, and up a set of stairs to the next area... slightly less fashionable but containing his goal. The dwarven blacksmith was still not easy to find. When find it he did, it was a small unassuming building nestled in among a few townhouses overlooking the city below.

Jon was ushered into a small sitting room, where a human clerk sat with a large book. The human looked at the half-orc as if he smelled something noxious, but he closed the book and folded his hands "and what brings you to Grimaxe smithy, boy?"

 

[siobhancan99]

Clancy would hear the gentle sound of snoring and the sound of the girl inside washing up. By and large, the brothel was fairly quiet during the day. One of the better ones in the City, Ludmilla's wasn't exactly the Velvet Rope and the Whisper, but it catered to a rich and generally not overly boisterous clientelle. Still, there were exceptions to that rule and Clancy's reverie was soon broken by the sounds of shouting downstairs "You can't keep her from me! She loves me and she is to be my wife." While most of the clients were sophisticated (and married) enough not to get this level of attached, occasionally some son of a wealthy merchant without much experience in the world got... notions.

One such, Andrej, was bounding up the stairs past the hapless bouncer below. Janusz was hired for his intimidating look more than his actual propensity for violence, and thus the need for a more experienced and indeed deadlier guard upstairs. Still, Ludmilla's was not the sort of place for brutality. It would offend the other patrons, and be difficult to clean. Still, there was Andrej, screaming at the top of his lungs "Felicia! Felicia!" her foreign name filling the halls in his anguished cries. "my love, I've come to rescue you from this indignity! I've come to take you and make you my wife!"

Such a union would, in addition to being bad for business, be awkward at family gatherings, considering the number of times Andrej's father had plowed Felicia's fertile fields as a client himself. The elder was connected, and so despite the awkwardness of sharing a whore he would no doubt make trouble for anyone who was overly dissuasive with the boy. "FELICIA!" he screamed, and rounded the corner, seeing Clancy he held up a hand, the other with a drawn cavalry saber he no doubt purchased from a Ludowy. "I'll not be dissuaded, sir. Step aside and I shall make an honest woman of the angel behind that door."

 

[siobhancan99]

"because it's different! It isn't just sex with us. She listens to me. She encourages me. She told me I didn't have to be a wine merchant just because my father was! She encouraged me to learn swordplay and to take a job as a caravan guard if that's the life I wanted. I did it! I did it and it was everything. We just used to talk. She and I just used to talk. Well. after. i mean. sometimes for an hour. She told me her hopes and dreams and I told her mine. This is love. We KNOW each other. We weren't just rutting like some..." he trailed off, not really having the words.

His stance indicated some familiarity with using the weapon, though his hesitation would suggest the mage was correct in his assessment that the boy had never killed anyone. He neither turned nor advanced, the mage's question having stopped him moentarily in his tracks. he shifted a bit "I warn you sir, I've fought bandits in the south. Protecting grain shipments in a land of famine schools a man in the ways of war." The boy's confidence seems lower than his words would suggest, however.

 

[siobhancan99]

The sound of the blade hitting the ground was followed, seconds later, by the boy slumping under the weight of the chain shirt he'd hidden under layers of clothing "you bastard." he sobs "you bastard, you'd keep her from me?"

At this moment, Felicia exits the room behind clancy. Fully dressed now, with her hair though in disarray and her cheeks flush as if she'd recently exerted herself. She kneels down in front of the boy and cups his face "Oh you dear sweet innocent thing" she smiles and brushes her thumb along his cheek "you're too good for me. I could never marry you. Much as I think you're a fine man, and you are. Look at you, in your own armor and weapons. Come to save the object of your love..." she shrugs "at the end of the day, Andrej, as you were born to be a guard and not a merchant, I was born to be a whore and not a lady. I like it." she kisses his forehead "and while I'm particularly fond of you...." she was using the same voice she used to tell old men they weren't nasty "I love catching strange dick and getting paid for it too. So you see... I'm just not the one." She tilts Andrej's head back and looks down at him "You'll always have a fond spot in my heart. I hope, when you find your true lady, that you'll still remember me"

At that, Janusz ran upstairs and started pulling the boy away. Ludmilla appeared from the office "good thinking, The boy's father is powerful and he's just an idiot. Who turns down a fortune in the wine business to get slaughtered protecting grain caravans for a gold a day like some stableboy?" she presses a pouch into Clancy's hand, and if he opened it he'd find 30 gold sovereigns "go enjoy yourself. buy a new hat or something"

 

[siobhancan99]

The day turned out to indeed be fine. The late summer weather was pleasantly warm without being overly hot. Clancy found himself a bistro a bit up the eastern slopes, where he could observe the setting sun over the mountains. The height of the peaks meant the sun itself disappeared rather earlier in the day than in most places, but the continuing glow in the sky and the diffuse light it left was plenty to see by.

Clancy would eat his steak, fine Ludowy beef by the taste of it, next to a trio of merchants discussing famine in the south across the sea. Talk of purchasing grain futures, and the blessed king Negasi opening his coffers laden with the gold and jewels that flow through the south like water, to bring much needed relief to his people "it will drive the price of everything through the roof" one complained "well if you werent too leveraged to position yourself..." their talk trailed off as a plate of sizzling Cevapi (minced beef and onion) arrived with a platter of Gibanica, a local cheese-pastry. The merchatns set to stuffing their faces, all talk of business gone as the culinary delights of the bistro were shared among them.

Clancy's waitress, a girl of about 18 or 19 so probably married by now came out "anything else I can get you Mister?" her Imperial common accented only slightly by her native tongue. "perhaps a coffee or a glass of wine?"

 

[siobhancan99]

"We make it in the Keshvian style. you know this?" she hmms a moment, "it is very foamy? and there's some grounds in it. but it is very sweet. 5 copper for a cup. " she stands there, letting the man make up his mind. Passing by on the well manicured street are a few bravos, out for the beginning of a night on the town. Well dressed, but well armed, they sweep through the city streets jostling and joking, rivalries and something of a pecking order evident to the trained observer.

"or if you prefer to sit a few, it is fine" The girl smiles softly "I can bring a pastry"

 

[JonathanBair]

As Jon made his way into the nearby heights, he travelled up a series of switchbacks lined with townhouses. As the elevation climbed, so too did the quality of construction and the side of the dwelling. At a certain height over the city, the side of the mountain had been cut away and terraced, with larger more opulent homes covering lots of a quarter acre or more. As he entered these neighborhoods, he began to see gate guards. One of them, a grizzled older man in a chain hauberk carrying a halberd stopped him, asking if he was lost. After a brief exchange, Jon was directed back down the mountain, along a circuitous path, and up a set of stairs to the next area... slightly less fashionable but containing his goal. The dwarven blacksmith was still not easy to find. When find it he did, it was a small unassuming building nestled in among a few townhouses overlooking the city below.

Jon was ushered into a small sitting room, where a human clerk sat with a large book. The human looked at the half-orc as if he smelled something noxious, but he closed the book and folded his hands "and what brings you to Grimaxe smithy, boy?"

Jon was shocked to see a human at the desk. Jon said " I am looking to get prices on getting the hand guard extended and the the butt plate lowered a bit to fit my hand a bit better." Jon moves his arm up to show the handle of his sword. Jon says " getting the butt plate a little heavier may not be a bad idea too, are you the one that would be doing the work?"

Jon's eyes moved over the human behind the desk trying to get a better idea to see if he looks like someone who just did the book work or the more physical labor kind of person. Jon also let his eyes roam around the room looking at the different kind of weapons to see if anything catches his eye. Tho he is not looking at buying a new sword, but is looking to see what all is out there.

 

[siobhancan99]

responding to jon

(figure its best to be clear as we have 2 and probably actually 4 players)

The man looks somewhat appalled at the suggestion that he would be doing the work "heavens no. Master Grimaxe is an artiste. He is a saint who works miracles in steel." he curls his lip a bit "we do not ... finish the work of others." he looks the sword over "if you're interested in a blade made to fit your hand as if you were born to hold the sword, we are the smithy for you. We, however, only undertake original creations. they are exquisit and being exquisite..." he looks over Jon's attire "they are... not for everyone's budget" he leans against the desk "but, a man such as yourself who thought to seek us out first is surely not without means" he smiles "ordinarly a sword like that would be what, 15-20 sovereigns?" he gestures "150, here. but the sword will be as light in your hand as a feather, and will be sharper that the parting words of a lover."

 

[siobhancan99]

Responding to Clancy

The waitress laughs "i know the types. when they fill themselves with wine their hands will roam, but mostly they will go home alone, to boast that they did not tomorrow" she laughs and spins away. Before she returns, a flash of crimson hair would pass Clancy's vision, and a lithe body would fold itself into the chair next to him at the table. As he looked over, he would see the familiar face of a long time ... friend was too strong a word. associate. The half elf grinned over at him "get two pastries, you'll want one too." she winks, and draws one stockinged leg up to rest under her chin. Kasia was, depending on the day, the daughter of some Ludowy nobleman and his elven mistress, the daughter of some elflord fromm Tyr Caenwyr and his doomed human lover, or a mysterious orphan left in the care of an unnamed sect of silent priests across the sea. She was also a thief, a poet, a sometimes prostitute and an eternal cheat at cards "word on the street is there's a man looking for you. Jozep the wine merchant."

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon is disappointed and let's his face show it hearing the handle just cant or will not be modded. Jon sucks in his left cheek as he thinks a bit and then asks " Would Master Grimaxe or one of the smiths be free to meet with me to help make a custom sword as my hand is a bit bigger then the normal hand, I would have to use a duel handed sword to fit my one hand, and then that would be bit to long."

Jon knew he had 200 sovereigns from what he had at home, selling some of it off and doing a few odd jobs on the way. Jon also wondered if he could talk to the smithy and see about getting his sword melted down, or if they only use there local metal's. In that setting Jon is willing to sell his sword.

It is clear Jon will need to find some work, or some pests to kill and take there gear back to town to sell. As the price will be taking most of the funds from his life savings that he has.

 

[siobhancan99]

Responding to jon

The man nods "Of course he would. The master will need to take measurements of your hand, and get an eye for your swing and your draw. This is no mass produced piece of iron hammered out by some barely competent village blacksmith. This is a piece of Dwarf forged steel that says "I have arrived" to those discerning enough to note it, and "you are exiting" to those unfortunates who are on the receiving end of your blows. This is art, but it is art of the deadliest kind. A symbiosis of tool and man. You will feel immediately upon gripping the blade that it was your destiny to wield it, and should your acumen be up to the quality of your tools, you will cut a swath through those who oppose you. This is what Grimaxe Smithy brings to the table."

He moves around behind the desk and opens an appointment book. "We require a deposite of 50 gold to schedule your initial fitting. We can see you in two days and the master will take your measurements and get an idea of your strengths" He patiently waits, as if expecting Jon to pay out the gold.

 

[siobhancan99]

Responding to Clancy

Kasia laughs brightly, her too wide mouth splitting her freckled face into a gremlin's grin for a moment. She leans forward and rests her delicate chin on her hand, looking Clancy over "oh this is over that brothel nonsense? I thought perhaps he saw you in your jaunty new hat and decided 'fuck the prohibitions of Patriarch Anatokolos, i must plow Clancy like i plow the fertile fields of my vineyards" she sighs "how pedestrian it is to learn the truth." she pouts cutely a moment, then sits back as the waitress brings Clancy his coffee and pastry "he will want one too" she snags both and sips at the coffee and licks the pastry to claim it. she fishes out a silver though and presses it into the girl's hand, not actually stealing Clancy's dessert.

Kasia hmms as she reflects a moment "its been at least three months. I was abroad." she then gets a small grin on her face that lets people know when she is lying, though its an omnipresent grin she is usually lying and so it works as a tell nonetheless. "I was on a mission for my father." she winks at Clancy "So what have you been doing with yourself besides guarding high paid doxies in their perfumed bowers?"

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon is glad to hear it would be made to fit him. Jon loves the idea of having a blade made for him and just not a standard form mold to fit the basic orc hand.
Jon did not know how much of it was the man from the desk was just talking the work up, or if details like carving on blades really mattered. After all Jon is still young and new to outside crafts. Jon would be happy long as the tool fits his hand and works. Jon dose know the dwarfs are known for the best heavy armor weapons makers, so the weight wont be a problem.

Jon watches the man move, and Jon fallows him to the appointment book. Jon asks "So for sure the basic work will be 150" Jon is waiting to hear the confirmation before setting the appointment. Jon is unsure if he will sell his sword or keep it as a second one for his right one, but he is leaning to selling it. Jon's mind made up, as long as the end price is 200 or under with booking fee. Jon will be glad to pay it, tho Jon hopes the booking fee would be part of the 150 for the sword.

 

[siobhancan99]

reply to jon

The man smiles "there is nothing basic i assure you. 150 is the price for the art. 50 is a sign that you are not wasting our time." he fixes a receipt and hands it to Jon for the funds. You can come in two days, early. First light" he writes out another little letter "if any of the locals give you trouble about being in the heights, you can present them this appoitnment note. They will recognize you as a man of at least some means then and should leave you in peace."

 

[siobhancan99]

Replying to Clancy

"Clancy, my darling, my dearest, my truest most unconsumated love..." She grins and sips at her coffee "If i told you when I was lying you wouldn't be so suffused with pleasure when you figure it out for yourself. Where would we be then?" She winks "but indeed I was overseas." she did look extra freckled and for Kasia that meant a great deal more sun than she got prowling gambling dens and lurking in alleyways to roll drunks for their pocket change "As for my many lovers well, sometimes a girl needs a break." She leans back "I've often considered feigning my death. Especially the few times I've been fool enough to dally with a lady friend. You know what such girls bring for a econd date right? their luggage" She smirks and wraps her delicate hands around the coffee mug. "As for watching you get plowed I'll admit the thought does make me all weak insidie but Jozep Simic has a face that would curdle milk and he loves nothing as much as he loves money." she sips again at the sweet frothy coffee "This is good. Keshvian? technically heretics you know but the brew is good" She licks her lips and looks Clancy over "what about you eh? still holding your heart guarded behind those pistols of yours? renting but never buying?" she reaches over, expression of sympathy plastered over her face, save for that slight perk at the corner of her mouth showing her grin "Gods above who hurt you? I just want to cuddle you and fix you" she can't maintain the facade though, and she ruins it with a laugh "I mean, if i wasn't so fucking busy"

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon | Age: 21 | Profession: Newish Warior (tank/blocker) | City: Citta De Mare

Jon gladly takes the note and puts it in a secure pouch inside the top of his backpack, the side nearest to his back that is the most water proof.

With leaving the shop, Jon makes his way down to the main gate and asks the guard "Is there any place near by safe for me to hunt something like a deer, or should I try fishing for some fresh meat?"

Jon plans to camp a few nights outside of the city and come back into the city for the meeting. Jon knows the new sword will basically be taking all his money. Maybe after the meeting he will look for a job. Even if its simple but hard physical labor like pulling in fishing nets. Tho Jon would rather find a job that keeps him on land. But that is something for him to worry about another day.

 

[siobhancan99]

Reply to Jon

The guard laughs "you're braver than you look lad, if you'd eat anything that you caught on the Demonska Planina." he shakes his head "there's something ill and eldritch under that mountain" he gestures at the mountain resting in the fields around the town. Hardly a true mountain, given the huge ones that surround. A hill with pretentions, more likely. Still it was nearly a mountain. "Besides the Duke owns all the game nearby. If you're wanting to fish i suggest you walk a few hours north along the river. where it gets shallow you can catch some smaller fish with a net. Good eating but a boy your size would need maybe 6 of them to make a meal." he gestures "there's farmlands about too. Just dont go more than about 15 miles out. theres.... things out there."

There was no way the half orc could traverse the distance to take him out of civilization with the remaining time in the day, so that was probably not an issue "but just keep an eye out. once you're past the second bit of rapis the fishing is decent"

 

[siobhancan99]

Kasia smiles genuinely "i like the hat. A man should pay close attention to his haberdashery" She nods "This coat you wear makes you look like a city elf though" she makes a brief, unpleasant face.

There were two breeds of Elf, your towering, lordly, fair-haired, earth-worshipping, magic-using creatures of the forest, mystery, and legend, and a small sect of elves who preferred to live among humans. City elves, as they were called did not worship the tripartate goddess Eleanshala-Maegara-Tamaranth or her sons, and paid no respects to the traditional elven ways. They adopted human customs and in many ways pushed them further along the route of progress. "All those pockets instead of a nice masculune purse" she shook her head and leaned back. For her own part she was dressed in a laborer's tunic and leggings. For someone so obsessed with the clothing of others hers always seemed to be whatever was at hand. "Seriously though the hat is a massive improvement." she flashes another genuine smile, showing new and impossibly white teeth. She'd come into some money at some point. enough to regenerate herself a prettier mouth. "it suits you."

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon | Age: 21 | Profession: Newish Warior (tank/blocker) | City: Citta De Mare

With the guard saying "you're braver than you look lad, if you'd eat anything that you caught on the Demonska Planina." That gave Jon some second thoughts on hunting, not that he was scared of the game. Just if the land has some kind of bad vibe that could be effecting the local animals. Jon didn't want to risk getting sick from it. Hearing the Duke owns the game gives him a feeling that he might get in trouble with that. The fishing is the way Jon plans to go. Jon nods his head hearing he should walk a few hours north along the river. Closer to the harbor. In hopes to find a tide pool on the coast of the harbor near the elfs. Jon knew he had a few hard roles to last 5 or 6 days left, but if he could get fresh food. That would be much better for Jon.

Jon wishes he would have got a net before leaving the orc land, but in time he is sure he can buy one.

Jon thanks the city guard at the gate, and starts to run along the river. On the way to harbor outside of the city walls. Jon's run would be a fast jog to cover allot of ground, but with speed with out being a sprint.