Lord Orgasmo

Blood Money

Morti watched as Lucan went around the Apothecary looking at things. He decided now would be a good time to check his own supply. Whetstones, a few healing herbs, rations and rope. He also checked the quiver on his lower back, hidden by his cloak. 18 arrows. Guess that'd have to do. He could always grab a few from enemy archers. He then felt the edges of his blades. Not razor sharp, but good enough to do the job. His bow, held on his back by a leather strap, probably needed a last minute inspection, too. No, it looked good to him. Was there anything else he needed?

He looked over at the counter. A small red vial sat alone, away from everything else. Morti walked over and examined it closer. It was half-full with a black viscous fluid that reeked of...tar?

"What is this supposed to be?" he asked the old man Wrys.

"Bah, an experiment turned toxic. You can take it if you want. I'm sure it'll prove useful to you some how." Wrys walked over and put a small cork in the vial before handing it to Morti.

"Heh, thanks Wrys. I'll put it to good use."

After Lucan appeared to be done, he followed him outside where Nora was waiting. Lucan then said something about her hair. The madwoman had cut it off! He then began to pay attention to his own hair. He watched as the wind blew around semi-translucent wisps of white hair. He'd never actually gotten his hair cut before. After a while, it just... stopped growing.

Lucan then asked if they were ready to go, to which Morti replied:

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I'm not quite as proficient in fighting as I am in stealth, but I'll give it my best. The two can go hand-in-hand after all."

@Poi@Wick

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"Morti. Sorry, not quite used to meeting new people. I'll give you one guess why." he said rolling his eyes. "Anyways, there's a shop not to far from here. Feather's Fall Apothecary. They'll have alchemical things there, potions, poisons, and what not. It's this way." he turned around and gestured down one of the many streets. You can come along too, Nora, if you feel you need anything, or if you just like the company."

The walk was short and straight. Several buildings lined the streets, some looked run-down, others looked fair, some had signs, some didn't. Morti stopped in front of a wooden building with a circular sign above the door. A single white plume on an orange backdrop was painted on to it. In small black text underneath were the words "Feather's Fall Apothecary"

The door swung open on surprisingly well oiled hinges, revealing a large rectangular room, filled with a strong herbal smell. To their left were two bookshelves, lined with books, as well as a few display cases with flowers, and a window. To the right, behind a long desk spanning the horizontal length of the building An old white-haired man stood mixing various alchemical fluids. His desk was cluttered with tools Morti had never heard of, as well as some he had, and various ingredients.

The old man turned his attention to the party as they walked through the door. "Ah, Morti! It's good to see you my boy! Anything I can get you? And who are your friends?"

"Hey old man!, been doin' great!" he turned to his party "This is Wrys. Probably the nicest guy here. Of about, maybe ten nice people. Anyways, he'll get you what you need. You just gotta ask."

@Poi@Wick

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Morti heard the whole thing. So, this was the poor shmuck who got attacked huh? His story seemed... odd to say the least, but he believed him. A curse that intertwines fates sounded pretty cool. After all, he himself was a glowing purple man, so a curse like that certainly sounded reasonable. He leaned off the post and walked towards the two.

"Yeah, I could probably help with your little Gnoll problem, but I've got a feeling that Gnolls are going to be the least of your worries. Call it a hunch, but I think this is only the start of things. Either way, count me in. Been lookin' for adventure."

At last, some action! Probably, anyways. He looked over the boy again. He seemed... worse for wear and perhaps even a little under prepared. Morti usually over prepared a little for things, but after some of the stories he'd heard from his past client, being under prepared might cost you your life.

"By the way, you sure you're ready to head out? I know a few good shops around town where we could get some stuff. Potions, supplies like torches, or rope, but expect things to be a little... limited, or pricey. Rations on the other hand aren't going to be easy to get. Town is... not in a good spot right now, as evident by the reaction to your little plea."

With that, he stood patiently. @Poi@Wick

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Today was his big day. He'd finally leave this place and begin his work as an adventurer. But... where to start? He decided he'd mess around a bit, and see what the word was. He decided to head to the tavern first. Everybody knew him there, and likely knew the word around town a little better than he did.

He approached the door and took a look at the sign. "The Open Palm Inn". He always found the name a little odd. It had Inn in the name, yet it really wasn't an inn. Just a tavern. Or at least, he though. Huh. He opened the door and stepped inside. A rush of booze heavy air rushed out towards him. He swore you could get drunk off the fumes in this place. A few nameless townsfolk sat at the various tables, eating food and drinking away their sorrows. He looked to the barkeep. A rugged man stood by the counter, filling a mug. His name was Milner. He was a usually a pretty nice guy, but could get a little pissy during the busy hours. Morti pulled up a stool and waved over to Milner. After checking for anyone needing him, he walked over to Morti.

"Word on the street is your leavin' town. Care to confirm?"

That'd be correct. Need a new source of income. Gods know I sure as hell ain't gonna find it here. Gonna be one of those adventure types. Y'know, the ones you hear about from all the barkeeps, like yourself."

"Heh, well, you're already pretty infamous here, though I don't think that's worth much. Bit of a shame t' see ya go. You brought a certain... spark to the community."

"Heh, yeah, well, maybe I'll come back here one of these days. So, what's the word?"

"The word, eh? Well, apparently a pair of kids got attacked by some Gnolls. Girl got kidnapped, apparently, but the boy still lives. Should be in town. Down by the ol' fountain."

Morti gave a nod and flipped a coin towards Milner. "Guess I'll check it out. I'll miss ya man. Take care of the place while I'm gone will ya?" Milner gave a slight laugh before waving off Morti. Looks like a customer was wanting him. Morti got up and headed outside.

So, the old fountain. Guess he'd check it out now.

Some bloke was standing up on the fountain, shouting something about Gnolls before the onslaught began. Rocks were hurled, as well as whatever could be found towards the boy. Well, he was looking for adventure. Guess this'd be a good place to start. He walked out from the crowd and leaned up against a nearby post, staring intently at the boy.

@Poi @Wick

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@Poi I'm like 99% sure that character is Robin from Fire Emblem. You sure seem to like your Fire Emblem characters.

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Morti (Blood Money)

Name: Morti

Age: I dunno

Gender: Technically genderless, but identifies as male

Race: Moon Godlike

Appearance:
Morti stands at six feet exactly, and weighs around 165 lbs. His clock hangs around him, hiding his arms and what not. It's good for concealing stuff. He's also got purple skin, if you haven't noticed. The horns on his head can glow, but only if he focuses.

Personality: A little antisocial, but tries to be nice. Not many people trust him because of how different he looks. Racist bastards.

Weapons: A pair of shortswords, and a bow.

Skills/magic:He prefers to move in the shadows, and play a part behind the scenes. Stealing, stealth, and mechanics ate his forté. As for magic, he can screw around with light. Causing them to shine brighter, dimmer, or different colors.

History: Morti doesn't remember a whole lot. Of his childhood, that is. He can remember back a few years. He lived on the streets with many others. They gathered in a large room of sorts. He remembers curious looks, fear, an fascination from his peers. He worked as a tinkerer, fixing machines, building them, and working with them. He also discovered his ability to play with lights. But on one fateful night he was offered a one time job: Steal some schematics from a smith and bring them back. Needing the money, he went for it, and damn did it go well.

Realizing he was virtually undetectable at night, he became almost nocturnal. Working for an unknown group of people, he would steal, forge, and sabotage to make money. However he decided to hide his wealth, rather than show it off and live lavishly. Unfortunately his mysterious client decided to die an untimely death, and Morti now needed another source of income. He decided to be an adventurer.

Other: Imma steal your shit.

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

The boy looked like he was ready to burst. Little to much enthusiasm for his standards, but he supposed it'd be nice to have around. Anyways, back to the jobs. He lifted the "Cave of Novice" paper and looked over it.

“Hey, I went inside the cave a few days ago. I couldn’t handle the terror in there. I actually dropped my wedding ring down there. If someone can please retrieve it, I will be forever in your debt. Thank you.”

A wedding ring, huh? That's pretty important. More important than say, a love letter. Heh. Then there was the matter of the "Terror". Was it a monster? Just an overall creepy atmosphere? Guess he'd be finding out. There was also the bully job. Just some drunk asshole looking to get his ass kicked. Meh, seemed a bit to... crude.

"Yeah, I'm definitely liking the look of this 'Cave of Novice'. I'll keep the other one in mind for you though. So when do we set out? Now? Or do you want to see if we could grab some supplies? Assuming they have potions here, a healing potion or two might not hurt. What do you say?"

@Achronum

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

Ysran watched as everyone ran towards the notice board. He'd probably just take what was left. He wasn't feeling like getting involved in all that.

Throughout the chaos, Ysran listened in on some of the conversations. Something about an Ogre. Meh, seemed pretty bland to him, though it would probably be pretty easy. He also heard something about a love letter. A slight grin escaped him. Seriously? A love letter delivery? What was this, Middle School? No thanks. Someone said something about some goblins. Goblins seemed to be pretty standard. He might've picked that had someone not already. There looked to be a few others that weren't taken. Here's hoping that they were somewhat interesting.

After a few moments, Ysran headed towards the board , when Skyler approached him, presumably to talk about what quest they were going to do. He was asked a couple of questions. His name? Oh, right. Guess he never introduced himself.

"My name is Ysran. Ysran Stormreach. So, what did you have in mind? I'd prefer something that involves exploring, if that's alright with you."

@Achronum

Blood Money

Ysran

Lol jk

Morti

Name: Morti

Age: I dunno

Gender: Technically genderless, but identifies as male

Race: Moon Godlike

Appearance:
Morti stands at six feet exactly, and weighs around 165 lbs. His cloak hangs around him, hiding his arms and what not. It's good for concealing stuff. He's also got purple skin, if you haven't noticed. The horns on his head can glow, but only if he focuses.

Personality: A little antisocial, but tries to be nice. Not many people trust him because of how different he looks. Racist bastards.

Weapons: A pair of shortswords, and a bow.

Skills/magic:He prefers to move in the shadows, and play a part behind the scenes. Stealing, stealth, and mechanics ate his forté. As for magic, he can screw around with light. Causing them to shine brighter, dimmer, or different colors.

History: Morti doesn't remember a whole lot. Of his childhood, that is. He can remember back a few years. He lived on the streets with many others. They gathered in a large room of sorts. He remembers curious looks, fear, an fascination from his peers. He worked as a tinkerer, fixing machines, building them, and working with them. He also discovered his ability to play with lights. But on one fateful night he was offered a one time job: Steal some schematics from a smith and bring them back. Needing the money, he went for it, and damn did it go well.

Realizing he was virtually undetectable at night, he became almost nocturnal. Working for an unknown group of people, he would steal, forge, and sabotage to make money. However he decided to hide his wealth, rather than show it off and live lavishly. Unfortunately his mysterious client decided to die an untimely death, and Morti now needed another source of income. He decided to be an adventurer.

Other: Imma steal your shit.

Blood Money

Ysran

Lol jk

Morti

Name: Morti

Age: I dunno

Gender: Technically genderless, but identifies as male

Race: Moon Godlike

Appearance:
Morti stands at six feet exactly, and weighs around 165 lbs. His cloak hangs around him, hiding his arms and what not. It's good for concealing stuff. He's also got purple skin, if you haven't noticed. The horns on his head can glow, but only if he focuses.

Personality: A little antisocial, but tries to be nice. Not many people trust him because of how different he looks. Racist bastards.

Weapons: A pair of shortswords, and a bow.

Skills/magic:He prefers to move in the shadows, and play a part behind the scenes. Stealing, stealth, and mechanics ate his forté. As for magic, he can screw around with light. Causing them to shine brighter, dimmer, or different colors.

History: Morti doesn't remember a whole lot. Of his childhood, that is. He can remember back a few years. He lived on the streets with many others. They gathered in a large room of sorts. He remembers curious looks, fear, an fascination from his peers. He worked as a tinkerer, fixing machines, building them, and working with them. He also discovered his ability to play with lights. But on one fateful night he was offered a one time job: Steal some schematics from a smith and bring them back. Needing the money, he went for it, and damn did it go well.

Realizing he was virtually undetectable at night, he became almost nocturnal. Working for an unknown group of people, he would steal, forge, and sabotage to make money. However he decided to hide his wealth, rather than show it off and live lavishly. Unfortunately his mysterious client decided to die an untimely death, and Morti now needed another source of income. He decided to be an adventurer.

Other: Imma steal your shit.