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Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Dameon's eavesdropping had finally paid off. The boy in the hat had introduced himself as "captain" which almost certainly meant he had a ship. In addition, this "Caesar"seemed to be brash, foolhardy, and just a tad bit ignorant of subtleties, which meant he would be a perfect candidate to take Dameon wherever he needed to go... for the right price. The redheaded boy with the harpoon seemed harmless enough, based on his introduction to the girl that had the characteristic awkwardness that only 20 year old men can produce. The only one who might be trouble was the last boy, who seemed to be more level-headed and savvy than his counterparts.

The time had come to make his introduction, yet Dameon knew that the crew could be suspicious if he simply approached them... he needed to somehow get on their good side quickly.

He beckoned the waitress to come over to his table.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

DrowsyPangolin said
Everyone notices the hat and not the big rusty harpoon.

The Harpoon is a timeless accessory though. Lets be honest, the tricone hat is a tad outdated.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Dameon watched in shock as the tall redheaded girl tossed what he assumed to be a sizable sum of coin onto the table. Were they in cahoots? He had considered paying for the meal himself in order to gain their trust and perhaps earn his passage to Dayaman or Gorudo. This girl had quickly dashed all hopes for that however, and he was getting desperate. He briefly considered just running over and introducing himself, but thought better of it.

"Better to wait and see how this plays out" he thought, "I can't expose myself quite yet." He hunched lower and moved a few feet closer to the trio.

The Walking Dead - Survival: New Orleans

Would anyone mind posting the groups they are arriving in for clarity's sake?

My character (Ralph) is arriving with Tatsua Aiisen (Jackson) and Sparklepenguin (Sylvia) from the West on foot.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

ravenDivinity said
I wouldn't say that 'The Salted Chicken' is a 'run-down shack' because it's really not. It's a cobblestone brick building with wooden walls, floors, and tables on the inside. Its only distinction is that the prices are cheaper and the business is run by a family. Though, conditions on the inside aren't at their prime and aren't perfect, they're decent.Edit: It'd also be a little more efficient to describe the process of walking to said business and why. I don't remember reading about Dameon arriving.

Ah, sincerest apologies, although it would be in Dameon's nature to call anything short of a palace a "shack", as he is a bit of an entitled prick who is in an unusually foul mood, much in the way he called "Wartgott" provincial.

As for his motives and journey to the Salted Chicken I was trying to be economical with my writing as im on mobile, but ill go back and edit for clarity.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Apologies for the infrequent posts, im currently returning home and should be able to post with more frequency.

Also I believe I called the trio of young sailors "dumb kids" this is not meant to be personally mean, but merely the angry musings of a crotchety old elf. :P

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Dameon needed to find a ship as fast as he possibly could. Although he had gotten the jump on his pursuers, Himaya was on the same continent as Sappir, and that the Great Tribune's soldiers could be swarming the port cities like Wartgott within days, or even hours. He needed to find a ship with a crew that were either too crooked to want the attention of the authorities, or too stupid to understand that he was being chased. He disembarked the small merchant vessel without so much as a goodbye to the captain. He stood still for a moment, thinking over his options. The easiest place to find a ship would be the docks, obviously, but those would be swarming with authorities and prying eyes. What he needed to do was find a crew willing to take him, and possibly, smuggle him to safety. Where did sailors go when not at sea? Dameon mused to himself. "Brothels or taverns" he said quietly, and started striding down the cobbled streets into town. Soon enough, he came upon a tavern that looked stately, but had clearly seen better days, called the "Salted Chicken". He snorted at the provincial name and walked in.

The smell of stale beer hit his nose, and he waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He swept over to the corner of the room without waiting to be seated and assessed his fellow patrons. A few soiled looking drunks were slumped over the bar, early in the day as it was. A fiery headed individual huddled nervously.near the entrance. Her height led him to beleive she was Upsin, but if she was, her wings were very well hidden. There were also three young men laughing jovially at a table, talking with the short but buxom waitress. Dameon sighed, it seemed that no one here could be of use to him...

Wait... was one of those kids wearing a tricone hat? The style was a bit outdated but they used to be very popular with ship captains. The kids didn't look shady in the least, but if they did have a ship then they looked like they might be just dumb enough to take on a fugitive for the right price...

He tuned his ears in on their conversation. He needed to be sure that they did in fact have a ship before he made his next move.

The Walking Dead - Survival: New Orleans

Ralph and his companions slowly drove past the shot-up, rusted sign that simply said "Slidell". Jackson pulled over to the side of the road as they once again were met with the bane of Ralph's existence. Traffic. "Well, not really traffic" Ralph thought to himself "that would be an improper definition, it had been traffic 18 months ago when shit hit the fan, but now I guess its just road blockage" still it would be a shame to have to leave the trusty Honda civic they had picked up in Baton Rouge.

"What do you think Jackson, should we turn around?" he implored.

Jackson shook his head in his stoic way "no point, were almost out of gas. Besides this is the only way to pass between Lake Ponchatrain and 100 miles of swamp." Ralph sighed, while Sylvie smiled and slid out of the car.

Ralph got out of the car too. Much as he loved the safety of the vehicle, there was nothing safer than being with Jackson. They had met outside of Albequerque when Jackson saved his life from two walkers, and had been fast friends ever since. Both were trying to get to Florida, and he enjoyed the company. It didn't hurt that Jackson could dispose of walkers with surgical precision, and for some reason had decided to keep Ralph around even though he was clearly dead weight. They had been through alot of shit across Texas, and he was as much of a friend as Ralph had ever had.

Sylvia was different. They had picked her up outside of Houston when they found her tearing through a small group of Walkers with her sickle. She was friendly.and optimistic, but Ralph sometimes caught her crying or staring into the distance. They weren't close enough yet, but Ralph was pretty sure something awful had happened to her that left her a little... broken.

Ralph snapped back to reality and shouldered his bag. He and his ragtag group headed straight into the heart of town.

The Walking Dead - Survival: New Orleans

Hey folks, I am travelling over the next few days, which means... post from mobile! Please forgive shorter posts and more frequent spelling and grammar errors.

The Walking Dead - Survival: New Orleans

Sarge said And just to let everybody know, the current plan is that we will begin the RP with everyone either in or around the town of Slidell, just to the North-East of New Orleans across the lake, connected by a bridge (and presumably some sort of ferry service as an alternative). Then, SOMETHING will happen which will result in a herd of walkers passing through the town, forcing everyone to take cover. At this point, some people may choose to take cover in the same place, and glorious RP interaction will occur!

That sounds like a pretty good way to have everyone meet up in a pretty realistic way. The horde kind of "herds" us as it were.