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The door took a bit of force, but soon it'd open. And inside... Was a mess. There was one large table with two wooden benches on it. On the table was a lit lantern and some food. Cold salted fish and a slice of bread. There were a few flies in the room, but the fish wasn't rotten. There was a mug that smelled of wine. In one corner of the room were various sacks, barrels, and boxes stacked up. Another part of the room had a bedroll and a short sword nearby. As Jackson entered he started sniffing around and went over towards the stacks of supplies. In particular he was pawing at a box that had a proper lock on it. It looked like a simple keyhole lock, but there wasn't anything that looked like a key in this room. The box itself was small but heavy, at least fifty pounds.
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Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
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A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.
I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.
As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.
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You won’t be able to see much due to the way the door is positioned. Best you can tell is that there’s a table inside but that’s about it. The door itself isn’t locked, it it’s very primitive. Like, it’s a type of door that can only stay close because it gets caught on the floor a bit, and when you want to open it you just sort of push it where you want it to go. You can also tell this door opens both ways.
Light is visible from underneath the door.
The cave didn’t appear to be natural as your torch illuminated the darkness. There was old, rotting timber supporting the ceiling, like someone had dug through here a long time ago. As you walked through the cave you notice two doors. One was a metal gate with no door handle, and another was a more simple wooden door, also without a door handle but with a faint light coming from inside. Jackson seemed to be sniffing at the wooden door.
Cutting the rope was easy enough. The door creaked open, allowing you entry. Jackson went in first, still sniffing the ground and being much more quiet. It was absolutely dark here however. You had your things with you at least, perhaps if you could light a torch or lantern to provide illumination.
The guard nodded. “Alright. Just stay outta trouble. Open the gates!” The gates would open, allowing Jackson to leave the camp and go and follow the trail outside of the camp. You follow him with some difficulty; he’s fast thanks to being a dog, and only stops to occasionally sniff the air and follow the trail. You go quite a fair bits away from the trail before you end up at a strange looking cave structure. There’s a wooden door here, old but usable. There’s a makeshift lock keeping the door closed, in the form of rope in a tight knot. Jackson barks at the door.
She sighed and waited for Jackson to finish smelling her, which he eventually did as he headed out from the area towards the gates of the camp. As they were closed he started barking at the guards, who came over to investigate. “Oi, whose dog is this? Someone get this pup, he’s making a racket!”
As you ran up to Jackson, you can tell he seemed to be hit in the trail, as he runs straight towards the source of the scent... Mariam, who was ordering around some servants of hers. Jackson arrived and started sniffing around her feet much to her annoyance. “Ugh! What are you doing you mutt!? I do t have time for you, shoo!”
The man took the handkerchief and held it out to his dog. “300 total eh? So that’s 150 for me. Good deal. Alright Jackson, get this scent and look for more.” Jackson, a rather large mutt, took the scent and started sniffing the air before running off. “Looks like he’s got a trail. Follow him and watch his back. He’s a fighter, so if things get hairy he can take care of himself. Good luck, kid.”
The woman crossed her arms and seemed loathe to hand over anything belonging to her, but she does reach into her breast pocket and take out a small embroidered cloth with the letters “Mariam” stitched onto it. “This is my personal handkerchief. I always keep it on me. That should be enough for the dog. Make sure to bring it back to me!”
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