Dren blinked a few times from his brief encounter with the strange lass. She seemed somewhat familiar to him... why was that? And why did she tease him so? Just a youthful thing, perhaps? He couldn't honestly tell... still, she seemed to be walking in the same direction he wanted to go. So, he continued on his way, cane clacking on the pavement as he approached the theatre. His hand briefly patted his pocket to affirm he had the funds for a ticket. Of course he did.
CadenGallic
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Pepsiman's apprentice, Pepsimaxman.
STATUS: If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire." 10 yrs ago
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If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire."
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Notice: I'll be going away from the 9th to the 19th, I might still be able to update at least partially, but I can't confirm this, so expect me to be absent.
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This land is littered with lunatics and killers, they smile like crocodiles while they beat you like gorillas.
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Name's Caden Gallic, been going by that name for a good few years now.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
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The man let out a wry chuckle as he kept his gaze from them, patting the scabbard he held so close to him.
"My purpose has been relinquished... for if I still had it, I would not be here. I would be looking for a solution to the problems in this kingdom." He continued to speak cryptically.
"My purpose has been relinquished... for if I still had it, I would not be here. I would be looking for a solution to the problems in this kingdom." He continued to speak cryptically.
Trusting the soldiers to do their job, Dren turned and continued on his way up the street. No sales made yet, he lamented, patting his wares on the inside of his coat. The whole business with that strange figure and his fellow spy had flustered him a touch, but nothing could break his calm and gentlemanly demeanor short of an earthquake. So, he decided it was time to move on. I mean, what could one man possibly do?
Thus, he made his way up the path, headed for the theatre, patting the pocket with his ticket inside of. He was intent not to miss a performance, be it good or bad.
Thus, he made his way up the path, headed for the theatre, patting the pocket with his ticket inside of. He was intent not to miss a performance, be it good or bad.
Pretty sorry that I couldn't post as fast as I could, guys.
School's been keeping me pretty busy for the past few days. Don't worry though, I'll try my best to find some time and post.
SCHOOL IS JUST A DISTRACTION KEEPING ME FROM ROLEPLAYING!!!1!111!1
S'all good man, I understand. Just post when you have the time to, this thread ain't going anywhere.
"Nay, sir... but I have no purpose to give. Not anymore." The figure replied, half turning his head to look at them forlornly, before turning back again to observe the ground some more. Neither of the two travelers seemed particularly important to him.
The path twisted onward through the leaning, creaking trunks of the trees surrounding them. Eventually, the trees opened into a small clearing of patchy grass and small boulders. Sitting in the middle of the clearing, upon a rock, was a man draped in a shabby cloak, hunched slightly as he sat there. In his hands, which were noticably gnarled, he held a battered looking scabbard, complete with a sword handle sticking out the top. They could not see his face from where they stood.
The barrier of trees marked the cut off point. Once they passed through, there would be no turning back. No retreat. Their first steps into the kingdom of Galothiel were taken.
The forest itself had a thick foliage, blocking out any possible light from above. The grass was wet and the earth loamy, the trees thinning out from the border, but still towering over them, creaking slightly in the wind. A well trodden path snaked through the trees ahead, marking a clear way forward in the dark woods.
The forest itself had a thick foliage, blocking out any possible light from above. The grass was wet and the earth loamy, the trees thinning out from the border, but still towering over them, creaking slightly in the wind. A well trodden path snaked through the trees ahead, marking a clear way forward in the dark woods.
"Indeed, this is where I part ways. I dare not tread in the borders of that place." He reclaimed his hat and popped it back atop his head. He smirked at the younger of the two. "No ambush, my friend. Why would I call am ambush when i've taken enough coin from you already?" He then turned back to Eldarin. "My only advice is... keep your wits about you. And don't drink from the river." And with that, he turned on his heels and made his way away from them, waving slightly as he made one final remark. "Hey! If you make it back, i'll treat both of YOU to drinks!" and with that, the mapmaker was gone from view, walking into the distance.
Curtis led them along the wet land, hopping over puddles and keeping ahead of them. The land was fairly open, consisting mostly of hills and muddy paths, so chances of an ambush were unlikely. They walked for a good 20 minutes before finally, something appeared before them in the distance. A forest, tall and thick, its trees bound tightly together, making an almost natural barrier of wood and leaves. Individuals could slip through, but an army would have trouble moving through it all at once. As they approached, Curtis waved them over and pointed at the trees.
"There it is, boys. That there is the border of Galothiel."
"There it is, boys. That there is the border of Galothiel."
"Very good choice, my friend." Curtis quickly pocketed the coin and then in a flourish, downed the rest of his drank and smacked the tankard on the table. "It's best if we go now. I'll be far too drunk in the morning to be of any use." He joked, rising from the table and unraveling the map before them. It was an unimpressive work, mostly scratchy penmanship and sketches, but there was a certain feverish detail in it that brought it out. The inn was marked on it and in the upper left corner of the map, a line had been drawn. That line was marked as 'Galothiel border.'Curtis was making for the door, waving them to follow. The rain outside was starting to die down.
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