Apokalipse — Roleplayer Guild

The large burlap bag dragged across the wet and muddy road, the tan material staining brown and the glossy gold inside began to gather moisture. A young woman by the name of Dasmira was pulling it, her arms straining and her legs tensing with the burden of wealth. Wheat blonde tendrils stuck to a pale face, rain plastering her mane to her body. Every now and then she would slip, her feet betraying her, and her knees were scratched beneath the black trousers she donned. A scowl was present on her face as she lugged around her spoils. A carriage had passed her a while back and she almost screamed at it for help, but decided that she should get to the inn on her own. It would be best if she didn’t have to deal with a greedy carriage driver.

When the inn was in sight, she wanted to scream in joy. The hill was a hard obstacle to surpass, but eventually she was at the top and she entered Night-Raven Inn. Broken furniture was scattered across the floor along with a few men as well which she overstepped easily. She adorned her best helpless façade and approached the guy who manned the bar.

“Can I please have a room?” She whimpered, her lip quivering. “I-I’m so cold and I don’t have much money. This gold is a delivery and I’ll lose my job if it’s not all there! A small discount, please?”

The innkeeper inspected her and she threw in a few fat tear drops for further convincing. He finally gave a weary, resigned sigh and said, “Alrigh’, I guess I coul’ give ye a small discount.”

As he said this, he buried his hand into a drawer and returned to her with a key. The innkeeper pointed her to the stairs and she thankfully and pathetically ambled to her practically free room. The room was small and had the bare necessities needed for a night; the girl was just worried about contracting a disease or parasite. She wobbled to the window, shedding her clothes as she did, and stared into the gray sky in dismay.

“I hope it clears by the time I set out tomorrow…” She muttered to herself. “I could really use the gold.”

After her small musing, she gathered her money together and tested the walls, any alcoves, under the bed, under the floorboards – anywhere – to see if she could find a place to stash her loot. Once she found a spot that would suffice – a floorboard beneath the bed that easily opened. She placed the floorboard back and unscrewed a set of nails from another floorboard on the other side of the room; she replaced the broken floorboard’s nails with the other, screwing it as tightly as she could. With her plunder protected, she collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to come.

Apokalipse Banned

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