He was last addressing Lenard and Tran, the latter of whom had heard snarls which is why I wrote down what I wrote but I can see how that would be misleading the intent of Kaiden to those who read my recap. NPC was the wrong word. A traveling companion would fit the bill better. I'll change it
I understand what to do now.
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So to recap
Western District:
1. Roan is looking for Lavica but he is being followed by five people and is at a dead end. He is opposite the tavern on an alley.
2. Lavica is right outside the Gutted Karak after bumping into Kaiden
3. Amy is outside the Gutted Karak
4. Kaiden attempts to seduce Lavica when his companions interrupt him.
5. Shin falls though the ground and meets an evoker, The Baron Markul. They introduce each other.
NE:
1. Stevan Vlahovic attends the King's Court and discovers the King has crowned the Prince as heir effective immediately. He wishes an audience with the king. He is also chasing an evoker under the protection of the Kal. embassy but cannot get to her yet.
Somewhere
1. Thora is wandering the city looking for shelter
2. A noviate of Idris is chasing a female evoker that left the inn (I assume this is Lavica?)
3. Myth is still headed towards the capital.
4. Alessia and Angie are at the Kalesian embassy. Angie was chased by Stevan.
Did I miss anything? I'm fairly certain this is everything that happened recently.
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Most web pages aren't ideal for reading. I am sorry for saying that it was just a long block of words but it's just hard on the eyes and I can't help it if I am suddenly reading a sentence two lines down from where I started. It's not that I'm skimming but readability suffers because on the long trip back to the left margin I may lose track of the next line and when I'm reading especially long posts which affects my mood and understanding so it really helps when things are spaced out.
I'm not sure how to explain in detail but AlidaMaria has posts of comparable length to yours yet I find it much easier to digest. Something about AlidaMaria's spacing just flows as a narrative whereas yours feels bulky. It's subtle but significant. I'm not attacking your ability as a writer nor your creativity because you can write; I know that my writing is weaker in comparison to everyone else's simply by reading their ICs. It's just spacing can really affect the readability of a post and I really should have worded my thoughts better at the time so it didn't sound so crass.
Ultimately we are all here to have fun, share stories, and improve as writers along the way so let's keep it that way and leave this episode behind us.
Western District:
1. Roan is looking for Lavica but he is being followed by five people and is at a dead end. He is opposite the tavern on an alley.
2. Lavica is right outside the Gutted Karak after bumping into Kaiden
3. Amy is outside the Gutted Karak
4. Kaiden attempts to seduce Lavica when his companions interrupt him.
5. Shin falls though the ground and meets an evoker, The Baron Markul. They introduce each other.
NE:
1. Stevan Vlahovic attends the King's Court and discovers the King has crowned the Prince as heir effective immediately. He wishes an audience with the king. He is also chasing an evoker under the protection of the Kal. embassy but cannot get to her yet.
Somewhere
1. Thora is wandering the city looking for shelter
2. A noviate of Idris is chasing a female evoker that left the inn (I assume this is Lavica?)
3. Myth is still headed towards the capital.
4. Alessia and Angie are at the Kalesian embassy. Angie was chased by Stevan.
Did I miss anything? I'm fairly certain this is everything that happened recently.
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Most web pages aren't ideal for reading. I am sorry for saying that it was just a long block of words but it's just hard on the eyes and I can't help it if I am suddenly reading a sentence two lines down from where I started. It's not that I'm skimming but readability suffers because on the long trip back to the left margin I may lose track of the next line and when I'm reading especially long posts which affects my mood and understanding so it really helps when things are spaced out.
I'm not sure how to explain in detail but AlidaMaria has posts of comparable length to yours yet I find it much easier to digest. Something about AlidaMaria's spacing just flows as a narrative whereas yours feels bulky. It's subtle but significant. I'm not attacking your ability as a writer nor your creativity because you can write; I know that my writing is weaker in comparison to everyone else's simply by reading their ICs. It's just spacing can really affect the readability of a post and I really should have worded my thoughts better at the time so it didn't sound so crass.
Ultimately we are all here to have fun, share stories, and improve as writers along the way so let's keep it that way and leave this episode behind us.
Maki Casanova said
No problem, take your time. Exams suck. :(@LiverIsGoodHey dude, we're actually out of the tavern and Kaiden is already apologizing.
Sorry about that, I will edit my post then. I might have skipped over a few lines since it was just a long block of words. The part with apologizing to Lavinca was a sentence or two and I didn't catch that it seemed.
"Phew! I'm stuffed!" Amy exclaimed to no one in particular. Her belly filled, Amy already felt much of her tension lifted away from her body. Standing up, she whistled at her men, indicating that they were to finish up and be ready again for patrols within the minute.
She whistled once more. "Come on men, we're beginning our rounds again!"
Amy led her troops out of the inn. Flyers of an upcoming tournament were handed out. Amy took one and began to read through it. As her men began to turn the corner, she spotted the blind man not too far away. This time, he appeared to be chiding someone, a companion perhaps. Whatever the matter was, there was an urgent look on his companion's face.
"Doesn't look serious enough to intervene," she thought to herself as she came closer to them. "Any of you want to stop by today's tournament if we have the time?" she asked.
"It sure beats walking around all day," replied a soldier.
She whistled once more. "Come on men, we're beginning our rounds again!"
Amy led her troops out of the inn. Flyers of an upcoming tournament were handed out. Amy took one and began to read through it. As her men began to turn the corner, she spotted the blind man not too far away. This time, he appeared to be chiding someone, a companion perhaps. Whatever the matter was, there was an urgent look on his companion's face.
"Doesn't look serious enough to intervene," she thought to herself as she came closer to them. "Any of you want to stop by today's tournament if we have the time?" she asked.
"It sure beats walking around all day," replied a soldier.
I think you guys took out #7 (Gutted Karak) on the map. I don' see it.
Back to studying.
Back to studying.
Around the 13th I should be able to post. I have finals to study. Sorry.
Amy was thirsty. The weather was heating up as the day agonizingly passed by. Her head was still throbbing from last night's hangover and her mouth tasted something awfully dry. Her eyes, for whatever reason itched ever slightly and every attempt rubbing them appeared to make the problem worse. Her stomach growled.
Thirst, hunger and a hangover. Brilliant. Now that she thought about it, yesterday night her dinner was only three pints of beer and today, she didn't eat anything since she woke up at nine this morning. She was a train wreck and she knew this. The sudden death of Albert and his family weighed heavily on Amy's mind as she continued patrolling the West District. Why did it matter that her name was no longer Beauchene? Could she not pay her respects to her dear brother? No, of course not. The servants of the house wouldn't let her approach the manor, let alone the family graveyard where Father no doubt buried him.
Elric. Perhaps her eldest brother could fill her in with details. But, that would have to wait until her duties are finished.
She paused and looked around for an inn. The Gutted Karak? she mouthed wordlessly. The heat was really getting to her as well as the hunger, thirst, and worrying. She turned towards her men.
"Alright, we are taking a break."
The men under her control looked skeptical. "We still have an hour or two until..."
"You'd prefer if we continue in this blazing heat? I should have worn something lighter if I knew this weather would be so hot. Grab something to eat and drink in there."
Her troops entered the inn. In an instant, the inn's boisterous and rancorous nature became quiet. Naturally, that would have happened but today was a special day and the patrons there paid little attention to the guards that just entered.
"What do you have?" she asked the innkeeper.
"Today's menu's up there," the innkeeper replied.
"Let me have a slice of rye bread, a large bowl of pottage and brie cheese. Here's the money."
She sat down to eat, feeling a little bit better after taking a bite of bread.
Thirst, hunger and a hangover. Brilliant. Now that she thought about it, yesterday night her dinner was only three pints of beer and today, she didn't eat anything since she woke up at nine this morning. She was a train wreck and she knew this. The sudden death of Albert and his family weighed heavily on Amy's mind as she continued patrolling the West District. Why did it matter that her name was no longer Beauchene? Could she not pay her respects to her dear brother? No, of course not. The servants of the house wouldn't let her approach the manor, let alone the family graveyard where Father no doubt buried him.
Elric. Perhaps her eldest brother could fill her in with details. But, that would have to wait until her duties are finished.
She paused and looked around for an inn. The Gutted Karak? she mouthed wordlessly. The heat was really getting to her as well as the hunger, thirst, and worrying. She turned towards her men.
"Alright, we are taking a break."
The men under her control looked skeptical. "We still have an hour or two until..."
"You'd prefer if we continue in this blazing heat? I should have worn something lighter if I knew this weather would be so hot. Grab something to eat and drink in there."
Her troops entered the inn. In an instant, the inn's boisterous and rancorous nature became quiet. Naturally, that would have happened but today was a special day and the patrons there paid little attention to the guards that just entered.
"What do you have?" she asked the innkeeper.
"Today's menu's up there," the innkeeper replied.
"Let me have a slice of rye bread, a large bowl of pottage and brie cheese. Here's the money."
She sat down to eat, feeling a little bit better after taking a bite of bread.
Still lurking around.
Still lurking around.
Night fell, the air cool and brisk. With a hood covering her head, Amy made her way down the road towards the marketplace. She was dressed in plain clothing and to any other person looking at her, there was nothing that gave away her military and noble background. For the most part, the marketplace closed up shop but she wasn't particularly interested in any of the stands.
She looked around for signs of the inn she worked at, the inn where she accidentally set the kitchen on fire with her relic. To her annoyance, there was no such inn in the area. Where was once the inn now stood a bank.
"Odd, I'm sure brother's inn was right here. Did he relocate the business? I know he rebuilt the inn too. Hey pardon me miss! Do you know what happened to the 'Flying Gryphon' inn? It's where this bank should be."
"The Flying Gryphon you say? Oh the inn before this bank? Great place before it got sold off. It's tragic really. The owner and his family drowned about a year and a half ago while out on the lake fishing. The father took over the inn and sold it off and someone else built a bank in its stead. Is there anything else miss?"
"N-no. Thanks for the information. Have a safe night," Amy stammered.
"You too dear..."
She propped her back against the walls of a building in an attempt to steady herself but found herself sliding down. Tears streamed down her face no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. She sniffled and wiped her eyes.
"Albert, I never did get to say thank you to you properly for all the things you did. Why did you have to go so soon? I was really looking forward to meeting you guys again and have a drink or two. Now, I can't even pay my respects to you and mother either. Father would have buried you in the family crypt," Amy whispered melancholy to herself.
She wiped away her tears and stood back up. "I have work tomorrow. Yes...the festival is tomorrow. The security of the royal family is at stake here. I mustn't be distracted. Please be ok..." Downing three pints of beer, Amy drifted into a dreamless sleep that night.
Day of the Festival, Amayth, Arriving at West District, 11:05 AM
"Uh, lieutenant Lockwood, you feeling alright?" asked Kormac.
"No, not particularly. I had one too many pints before I went to bed," she groaned
"Celebrating the night before eh? Who would'a thought you'd do something like that? That's not like you," Kormac quipped.
"I'm not in the mood right now Kormac. Sorry."
"Oh...well, it's rare to see you so serious. Alright, I'll leave you alone then."
***Just waiting for other IC.
She looked around for signs of the inn she worked at, the inn where she accidentally set the kitchen on fire with her relic. To her annoyance, there was no such inn in the area. Where was once the inn now stood a bank.
"Odd, I'm sure brother's inn was right here. Did he relocate the business? I know he rebuilt the inn too. Hey pardon me miss! Do you know what happened to the 'Flying Gryphon' inn? It's where this bank should be."
"The Flying Gryphon you say? Oh the inn before this bank? Great place before it got sold off. It's tragic really. The owner and his family drowned about a year and a half ago while out on the lake fishing. The father took over the inn and sold it off and someone else built a bank in its stead. Is there anything else miss?"
"N-no. Thanks for the information. Have a safe night," Amy stammered.
"You too dear..."
She propped her back against the walls of a building in an attempt to steady herself but found herself sliding down. Tears streamed down her face no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. She sniffled and wiped her eyes.
"Albert, I never did get to say thank you to you properly for all the things you did. Why did you have to go so soon? I was really looking forward to meeting you guys again and have a drink or two. Now, I can't even pay my respects to you and mother either. Father would have buried you in the family crypt," Amy whispered melancholy to herself.
She wiped away her tears and stood back up. "I have work tomorrow. Yes...the festival is tomorrow. The security of the royal family is at stake here. I mustn't be distracted. Please be ok..." Downing three pints of beer, Amy drifted into a dreamless sleep that night.
Day of the Festival, Amayth, Arriving at West District, 11:05 AM
"Uh, lieutenant Lockwood, you feeling alright?" asked Kormac.
"No, not particularly. I had one too many pints before I went to bed," she groaned
"Celebrating the night before eh? Who would'a thought you'd do something like that? That's not like you," Kormac quipped.
"I'm not in the mood right now Kormac. Sorry."
"Oh...well, it's rare to see you so serious. Alright, I'll leave you alone then."
***Just waiting for other IC.
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