@Grnmachine sure, it's fine
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Hello, I am EncodedError. I've been roleplaying since 2014 and joined this website in late 2017. I started roleplaying on the Minecraft Forums, in the forum roleplaying section, as Willowisp323
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@Grnmachine Yeah, that's fine. We can just say that you had the 6 silver needed. Either that or, like Sudkurve said above, Leo or Seymour could cover the cost. Skarjaw could give you a discount for helping the town, it doesn't really matter
@Grnmachine Leo paid 6 silver for a room
Regarding NPCs, creating and controlling some NPCs are fine. But I will give responses to any story-related dialogue.
@Sudkurve: I’m a bit hesitant about the Raw Power negative ability. Also, in the Elemental Manipulation ability, what do you mean by “free a person’s limb”?
@Sudkurve: I’m a bit hesitant about the Raw Power negative ability. Also, in the Elemental Manipulation ability, what do you mean by “free a person’s limb”?
“Certainly, we will begin the investigation in the morning” Leo responded to Markus.
Leo took a drink from his mug before turning to Seymour. Although he was fairly adamant earlier about conducting the investigation alone, it appeared that both Leo and Markus were not going to be dissuaded. So Seymour seemed to have resigned to that fact. He even said that he would work with them if they are still here in the morning.
“Glad to have you on the team.” Leo said as Seymour got up, “Good night.”
Leo finished the last few drops of ale and sighed. The investigation would begin tomorrow and he was eager to get started. But a part of him worried about what they would find, about what fiendish power was behind the sudden disappearances. He shook his head slightly, he had to stay determined.
“I’m going to get a room for the night” he said to Markus.
Shortly after Seymour had vanished up the stairs, Leo walked up to the bar. With an air of resolve around him, he spoke to the orcish barkeeper. “I would like to rent a room for the night” he said, handing over a few silver pieces.
Skarjaw handed over a slightly rusted key and pointed upstairs, “Second door on the left.”
Leo took the key and walked upstairs. “Hmm, a lot of people from out of town today” Skarjaw mumbled to himself.
He slid the key into the lock and opened the door with a click. The room was cozy and had a neatly made bed pushed up against the far wall. It was lit by the last few rays of dying sunlight and by a small lamp on a table by the bed.
Leo closed the door and laid on the bed. He stayed there staring at the ceiling for a few moments before turning his head toward the window. The stars were starting to appear, or would have been if the stubborn clouds would clear. He turned over and extinguished the lamp before closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.
((We will skip to the next morning unless anyone has anything planned))
Leo took a drink from his mug before turning to Seymour. Although he was fairly adamant earlier about conducting the investigation alone, it appeared that both Leo and Markus were not going to be dissuaded. So Seymour seemed to have resigned to that fact. He even said that he would work with them if they are still here in the morning.
“Glad to have you on the team.” Leo said as Seymour got up, “Good night.”
Leo finished the last few drops of ale and sighed. The investigation would begin tomorrow and he was eager to get started. But a part of him worried about what they would find, about what fiendish power was behind the sudden disappearances. He shook his head slightly, he had to stay determined.
“I’m going to get a room for the night” he said to Markus.
Shortly after Seymour had vanished up the stairs, Leo walked up to the bar. With an air of resolve around him, he spoke to the orcish barkeeper. “I would like to rent a room for the night” he said, handing over a few silver pieces.
Skarjaw handed over a slightly rusted key and pointed upstairs, “Second door on the left.”
Leo took the key and walked upstairs. “Hmm, a lot of people from out of town today” Skarjaw mumbled to himself.
He slid the key into the lock and opened the door with a click. The room was cozy and had a neatly made bed pushed up against the far wall. It was lit by the last few rays of dying sunlight and by a small lamp on a table by the bed.
Leo closed the door and laid on the bed. He stayed there staring at the ceiling for a few moments before turning his head toward the window. The stars were starting to appear, or would have been if the stubborn clouds would clear. He turned over and extinguished the lamp before closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.
((We will skip to the next morning unless anyone has anything planned))
I'm interested
“Those are some good questions,” Leo responded, “but I’m afraid that I don’t have the answers.”
Markus, the half-Elf, did seem to want to explore the mystery surrounding the otherwise sleepy village of Rosashire. Another person asking questions would greatly help the investigation. Perhaps the three of them could would together. Although, it appeared that the third person at the table would rather work on his own.
The man, Seymour, seemed quite adamant about conducting the investigation alone. He claimed to have experience investigating similar situations. The mention of someone being eviscerated did make Leo grimace slightly. But he was not going to be swayed so easily. He had a job to do.
“I cannot just leave, I was sent here as a scout from the Royal Barracks” Leo said calmly, “I will investigate the rumours around this place, and you two are welcome to do so as well.”
As the three spoke Skarjaw reappeared behind the bar and was busy wiping some old glass mugs with a cloth. Outside, the sun began to set and turned the clouds a glorious array of oranges and reds. A few of the other patrons of the tavern began to leave and the bar grew quieter. Leo could see the scene through the dusty windows of the tavern. It signalled that he would need to find a place to sleep for the night, fortunately the tavern did have some rooms available upstairs.
Markus, the half-Elf, did seem to want to explore the mystery surrounding the otherwise sleepy village of Rosashire. Another person asking questions would greatly help the investigation. Perhaps the three of them could would together. Although, it appeared that the third person at the table would rather work on his own.
The man, Seymour, seemed quite adamant about conducting the investigation alone. He claimed to have experience investigating similar situations. The mention of someone being eviscerated did make Leo grimace slightly. But he was not going to be swayed so easily. He had a job to do.
“I cannot just leave, I was sent here as a scout from the Royal Barracks” Leo said calmly, “I will investigate the rumours around this place, and you two are welcome to do so as well.”
As the three spoke Skarjaw reappeared behind the bar and was busy wiping some old glass mugs with a cloth. Outside, the sun began to set and turned the clouds a glorious array of oranges and reds. A few of the other patrons of the tavern began to leave and the bar grew quieter. Leo could see the scene through the dusty windows of the tavern. It signalled that he would need to find a place to sleep for the night, fortunately the tavern did have some rooms available upstairs.
The air in the pub seemed more tense for a moment following something that the Elven woman had said. It didn’t take long before Leo realised that she was talking about the recent disappearances occuring in the otherwise sleepy town. His acquaintance from earlier had gotten up to speak with the woman, it seemed like he hadn’t heard about what had happened here.
He took a sip of his drink and listened to what the barmaid had to say. Perhaps Leo wouldn’t have to wait until tomorrow to find out more about what was going on.
Nuala had attracted the attention of another bar patron, a half-Elven man who appeared to not know about the disappearances. She thought that he must be new in town. She gave a small, professional smile before moving to the bar to fetch the requested drink. She set the drink down in front of the half-Elf.
“It started about two months ago,” she said, “no-one’s sure why or how it started. But everyone’s got their theories about it.”
“Nuala, I’ve got to go get some wine from the cellar, could you tend the bar while I’m gone?” came the gruff voice of Skarjaw. Nuala started walking quickly to the bar just as Skarjaw disappeared behind a door.
It wasn’t much information, but it was more than he had started with. Something must have happened to cause people to just vanish into thin air. It reportedly started about two months ago, he will have to investigate some the disappearances closely.
Meanwhile, it appeared that he had some competition in the investigation. The half-Elven man appeared to be interested in the strange occurrences. The other man, who had pale skin and somewhat unnerving pointed teeth, seemed intent on investigating by himself. But who said it had to be a competition? Three mystery solvers were better than one.
“I am sorry to interrupt, but it seems that you are interested in this mystery too” Leo said cordially as he approached their table, his half-drunk mug of ale in his hand, “My name is Leo De Haven.”
He took a sip of his drink and listened to what the barmaid had to say. Perhaps Leo wouldn’t have to wait until tomorrow to find out more about what was going on.
Nuala had attracted the attention of another bar patron, a half-Elven man who appeared to not know about the disappearances. She thought that he must be new in town. She gave a small, professional smile before moving to the bar to fetch the requested drink. She set the drink down in front of the half-Elf.
“It started about two months ago,” she said, “no-one’s sure why or how it started. But everyone’s got their theories about it.”
“Nuala, I’ve got to go get some wine from the cellar, could you tend the bar while I’m gone?” came the gruff voice of Skarjaw. Nuala started walking quickly to the bar just as Skarjaw disappeared behind a door.
It wasn’t much information, but it was more than he had started with. Something must have happened to cause people to just vanish into thin air. It reportedly started about two months ago, he will have to investigate some the disappearances closely.
Meanwhile, it appeared that he had some competition in the investigation. The half-Elven man appeared to be interested in the strange occurrences. The other man, who had pale skin and somewhat unnerving pointed teeth, seemed intent on investigating by himself. But who said it had to be a competition? Three mystery solvers were better than one.
“I am sorry to interrupt, but it seems that you are interested in this mystery too” Leo said cordially as he approached their table, his half-drunk mug of ale in his hand, “My name is Leo De Haven.”
Leo walked up the aged stone stairs outside the town hall. A pair of heavy wooden doors hung on slightly rusted hinges. He pushed on the door, it creaked slightly but did not open. It appeared that it was locked, so he knocked on the door. A few moments later a rather stressed looking scribe opened the door.
“Yes, yes, what is it?” he said hurriedly.
“My name is Leo De Haven, I trust that you received the message from the Royal Barracks?” Leo replied.
“Ah, I remember. Unfortunately, there’s no-one else here but me. The other scribes and officials have all left for the day.”
Leo thanked the scribe and returned to the square feeling a bit disappointed. Having not had much luck with speaking to the town officials, he started to think about organising a place to stay. Although this train of thought was interrupted when someone asked him a question. The person in question appeared to be half-elven, like Leo was.
“The inn? I’m sorry, my friend, I have only just arrived here myself. But, Rosashire is not a large town, surely it cannot be too far.” Leo said.
A quick survey of the square revealed a tavern, outside of which hung a wooden sign with faded paint. The red lettering on the sign had begun to flake, but the words were still fairly clear. It read ‘The Red Lion Tavern’. Leo pointed to the building, “I think that might be the building we are looking for.”
The inside of the Red Lion Tavern was fairly inviting, a number of people were gathered around the wooden tables with foaming tankards of the local ale in their hands. There were still several tables free, even though it appeared that a good portion of the population of Rosashire had decided to come for a drink. Most of the people here seemed to be keeping to themselves, talking and gossiping quietly with those at their tables. To the left of the bar was a set of stairs leading to the upper floor. To the right was a hearth where some wood burned slowly. It kinda reminded Leo of the tavern his parents owned.
It had been a long day of travelling, so Leo made his way to the bar where a number of empty stools stood. He ordered a mug of ale from the bartender and handed over two silver coins. The ale was not the best he had drunk, but it was hardly the worst either.
Nuala was gone for a few moments and then she wandered back to Seymour’s table, having given the patrons their drinks. She absent mindedly wiped the table with some cloth. She sighed before speaking.
“I’ll tell you what I’ve heard…” she paused for dramatic effect, “People have been vanishing.”
As she spoke, it seemed like the atmosphere inside the pub became more serious for just a moment. She waited for a moment, letting what she had just said sink in.
“So, what do you think?”
“Yes, yes, what is it?” he said hurriedly.
“My name is Leo De Haven, I trust that you received the message from the Royal Barracks?” Leo replied.
“Ah, I remember. Unfortunately, there’s no-one else here but me. The other scribes and officials have all left for the day.”
Leo thanked the scribe and returned to the square feeling a bit disappointed. Having not had much luck with speaking to the town officials, he started to think about organising a place to stay. Although this train of thought was interrupted when someone asked him a question. The person in question appeared to be half-elven, like Leo was.
“The inn? I’m sorry, my friend, I have only just arrived here myself. But, Rosashire is not a large town, surely it cannot be too far.” Leo said.
A quick survey of the square revealed a tavern, outside of which hung a wooden sign with faded paint. The red lettering on the sign had begun to flake, but the words were still fairly clear. It read ‘The Red Lion Tavern’. Leo pointed to the building, “I think that might be the building we are looking for.”
The inside of the Red Lion Tavern was fairly inviting, a number of people were gathered around the wooden tables with foaming tankards of the local ale in their hands. There were still several tables free, even though it appeared that a good portion of the population of Rosashire had decided to come for a drink. Most of the people here seemed to be keeping to themselves, talking and gossiping quietly with those at their tables. To the left of the bar was a set of stairs leading to the upper floor. To the right was a hearth where some wood burned slowly. It kinda reminded Leo of the tavern his parents owned.
It had been a long day of travelling, so Leo made his way to the bar where a number of empty stools stood. He ordered a mug of ale from the bartender and handed over two silver coins. The ale was not the best he had drunk, but it was hardly the worst either.
Nuala was gone for a few moments and then she wandered back to Seymour’s table, having given the patrons their drinks. She absent mindedly wiped the table with some cloth. She sighed before speaking.
“I’ll tell you what I’ve heard…” she paused for dramatic effect, “People have been vanishing.”
As she spoke, it seemed like the atmosphere inside the pub became more serious for just a moment. She waited for a moment, letting what she had just said sink in.
“So, what do you think?”
((Let's start the IC))
There it was, the village of Rosashire. It wasn’t exactly what Leo imagined, it seemed more… grim than he has thought. The weather didn’t help either, it had been stubbornly overcast since that morning. As he sat in the wagon, he could make out some details of the place. Around the outside of the village were several farms, complete with various kinds of plants and animals being tended to by weary looking farmers. Near the fence of one of these farms were some goats, busily grazing.
The density of buildings gradually increased as the wagon drew nearer to the town centre. At first it was just a few houses, which were crafted out of bricks and wood. The road had changed from dirt and gravel to a cobbled street. A few stones were missing in places, which caused the wagon to jump whenever it ran over the holes. The wagon slowed to a stop and Leo climbed down onto the street. He thanked the driver as he made his way to the town centre.
The town centre consisted of a cobbled square with ancient buildings huddled around it. In the centre was a small garden, where some extra-thorny roses were growing. There were no flowers to be found, but that was not a surprise. It was the wrong time of year for them anyway. In the middle of the garden bed was a small stone pillar. There was some writing on its side, or at least there used to be. Years of being left out in the elements had made it completely illegible.
There were a couple of stores in the square. One of them, a bakery, was currently undergoing roof repairs. The largest and most ancient building appeared to be the town hall. It stood two stories tall, with a pair of stone columns by the door. One of the columns had a crack in its side. It was a fairly simple structure, made mostly of wood and stone. It was clear that it had recently undergone repairs, some of the stones around the base appeared to be new.
Leo stood in the town centre, taking a deep breath of the fresh, cold air of Rosashire. He was here with a purpose, to investigate what was happening to this distant town.
“I suppose I should go to the town hall,” he said to himself, “and see what the town officials know about the rumours surrounding this place.”
There it was, the village of Rosashire. It wasn’t exactly what Leo imagined, it seemed more… grim than he has thought. The weather didn’t help either, it had been stubbornly overcast since that morning. As he sat in the wagon, he could make out some details of the place. Around the outside of the village were several farms, complete with various kinds of plants and animals being tended to by weary looking farmers. Near the fence of one of these farms were some goats, busily grazing.
The density of buildings gradually increased as the wagon drew nearer to the town centre. At first it was just a few houses, which were crafted out of bricks and wood. The road had changed from dirt and gravel to a cobbled street. A few stones were missing in places, which caused the wagon to jump whenever it ran over the holes. The wagon slowed to a stop and Leo climbed down onto the street. He thanked the driver as he made his way to the town centre.
The town centre consisted of a cobbled square with ancient buildings huddled around it. In the centre was a small garden, where some extra-thorny roses were growing. There were no flowers to be found, but that was not a surprise. It was the wrong time of year for them anyway. In the middle of the garden bed was a small stone pillar. There was some writing on its side, or at least there used to be. Years of being left out in the elements had made it completely illegible.
There were a couple of stores in the square. One of them, a bakery, was currently undergoing roof repairs. The largest and most ancient building appeared to be the town hall. It stood two stories tall, with a pair of stone columns by the door. One of the columns had a crack in its side. It was a fairly simple structure, made mostly of wood and stone. It was clear that it had recently undergone repairs, some of the stones around the base appeared to be new.
Leo stood in the town centre, taking a deep breath of the fresh, cold air of Rosashire. He was here with a purpose, to investigate what was happening to this distant town.
“I suppose I should go to the town hall,” he said to himself, “and see what the town officials know about the rumours surrounding this place.”
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