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VeilsightThe Sunfort/ The Moonfort.
Maybe there's two, one of each, actually.
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The Palace of the Wise.
Maybe there's two, one of each, actually.
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The Palace of the Wise.
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“Better a month of scrubbing a smelly carriage than a month where we've been. Show me all of the soap you have, for once I’d prefer to smell like some kind of fancy man.”
Rolf walked across, deliberately deviating from the paved path so that he stepped through the grass. With every step he seemed livelier, though his footsteps were a little browner than they had been.
He allowed himself to be led into the cellar, and was almost surprised to find that there was in fact hot water in a tub. Quite hot indeed, it steamed the air in the immediate area. With very little regard for modesty, Rolf stripped his meager clothes and plunged into the tub. He almost immediately dunked his head and scrubbed at his scalp, reaching off to the side where he'd seen a bar of soap.
Soon he was being rushed out so someone else could take their turn. He dried himself, and wrung out his hair, running his fingers through it to get the worst of the tangles out. He felt scoured and raw, but in a strangely good way. If he was going to be unwashed, he had his own preferences for what exactly he was dirty with, and now he could start from scratch.
Rolf walked across, deliberately deviating from the paved path so that he stepped through the grass. With every step he seemed livelier, though his footsteps were a little browner than they had been.
He allowed himself to be led into the cellar, and was almost surprised to find that there was in fact hot water in a tub. Quite hot indeed, it steamed the air in the immediate area. With very little regard for modesty, Rolf stripped his meager clothes and plunged into the tub. He almost immediately dunked his head and scrubbed at his scalp, reaching off to the side where he'd seen a bar of soap.
Soon he was being rushed out so someone else could take their turn. He dried himself, and wrung out his hair, running his fingers through it to get the worst of the tangles out. He felt scoured and raw, but in a strangely good way. If he was going to be unwashed, he had his own preferences for what exactly he was dirty with, and now he could start from scratch.
Rolf'll be like
"No, nuh uh, not touching that!"
I hope you don't mind if I flesh out magic a bit on my own. I've got ideas, but I'll reveal them in RP, and I'll make sure they sync up with what's already been laid down.
"No, nuh uh, not touching that!"
I hope you don't mind if I flesh out magic a bit on my own. I've got ideas, but I'll reveal them in RP, and I'll make sure they sync up with what's already been laid down.
“Rolf,” he answered to the big man, Shield. They made their way out, no more stairs as they were already on the ground floor. Just as promised, there were two carriages waiting for them. Rolf got in one, along with Shield, the blind man, a rough looking fellow and a woman who called herself The Eel.
Their combined smell quickly filled the carriage as the doors closed, and Rolf opened the curtain next to him to try to let fresh air in.
“Ya think we're allowed to wonder what kind of job it is now?”
Their combined smell quickly filled the carriage as the doors closed, and Rolf opened the curtain next to him to try to let fresh air in.
“Ya think we're allowed to wonder what kind of job it is now?”
@KahleenCuthald No, I don't think that it is.
I think the nature of it needs to explain why normal guards or soldiers aren't carrying this task out.
It needs to be something difficult or unusual, or perhaps something secretive that the general public(and Dulcena's political rivals) shouldn't learn.
Maybe we're acting, if not in direct opposition to, at least somewhat counter to the goals of the realm.
Maybe we're going somewhere where the powers that be(whatever our governmental structure is) don't have any power, and so can't send official agents.
It needs to be something difficult or unusual, or perhaps something secretive that the general public(and Dulcena's political rivals) shouldn't learn.
Maybe we're acting, if not in direct opposition to, at least somewhat counter to the goals of the realm.
Maybe we're going somewhere where the powers that be(whatever our governmental structure is) don't have any power, and so can't send official agents.
Rolf's spirits were lifted a great deal already. With the shackles gone, and the fresh green air(however little of it he could get here) filling his lungs, he could feel the barest hint of power returning.
When the woman was a few people down the line, he nudged the enormous half-orc next to him and murmured, "Hey, d'ya think she brought that first guy in just so she could prove how ruthless she is?"
When the woman was a few people down the line, he nudged the enormous half-orc next to him and murmured, "Hey, d'ya think she brought that first guy in just so she could prove how ruthless she is?"
Good!
If no one else posts I may post a quick banter post.
If no one else posts I may post a quick banter post.
I actually am more worried, with what's in my mind, about making it too weak.
@Kelewen Do you have any ideas or rules about magic, or can that be something we make up as we go?
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