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Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

South End of Estermere.

Mimsy was smiling a most cheerful expression, much like a puppy who did a good job. Boss's Boss is gonna be real, real happy when I get there! He said as he carried the sack under his hands, cradling it, as he walked out of the alley, and into the streets proper again. I can just imagine what Boss would say, 'Mooooooooney.... aaaaaahhh....' as he would roll around in the money his boss would give him, while completely ignoring me.

As Mimsy began heading closer to the edge of town, he checked from side to side, and behind. He did not notice the Gnome that was trailing him, because Gnomes were short, and Mimsy was a large burly man. And all the other citizens of Estermere were dealing with their own activities. Though unlike when he was kidnapping Elric out completely in the open, they weren't looking at him in a worried fashion, or in a confused fashion. They fell for my ingenious ploy! Yay! Mimsy thought as the grin occurred on his face. And as he was passing by, he noticed another Guardsman, Guardsman Ferris who whistled towards him.

"Hey! Apparently some people say you were taking Elric, or something? You match the description." Ferris inquired, as he reached towards his shortsword. I must rely on all my cunning to get away and not disappoint the boss! OR Boss's Boss! Mimsy shook his head, "Oh no, this is a sack of potatoes." The inside of the sack began squirming, Elric must have regained consciousness. "MAGIC Potatoes." Mimsy said as peered to the nearby landscape out of the town, and as the sack fell towards the ground as Mimsy was distracted by how close he was to success.

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Elric's Abode.

James did attract many a glance as the plate-armored knight sprinted off to Elric's. Other than that, nothing else particularly happened and he reached his destination.

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Astronomer's Guild

Rovtar paid much attention as Shork talked about his own upbringing and of Ilneval. Nodding Rovtar spoke, "Grew up in the Howlblade Clan myself. My mother was acquired by my father to be part of his personal concubine." Rovtar began rubbing his left temple, "I believe he had seven at the most. Anyway, he'd let the concubines keep one child as long as they didn't revolt or try to escape. I was one of those children. And when father didn't demand them for services, they'd all share duties in raising us." Rovtar shook his head, "Ah, I could go on, but I think you'd rather meet my mentor."

Rovtar opened the oaken doors of the Astronomer Guild as he led the two inside the first section of the building. Immediately inside to both the left and the right there were several bookshelves that were levitating in place and spinning around bright blue crystals. Their was a bit of tapestry, as large banners hanged ach of them were detailing a series of stars and constellations. "My mentor, if I know her right is most likely out in the Courtyard." Rovtar quickly went through the building, passing by some spiraling stairways, and by a class of the youth being taught principle mathematics. Well the ones who could afford the fee that is. Rovtar paused, as he noticed that, his mentor was taking another Guild Member's shift in tutoring the children and stayed behind.

Ashera smiled at the group of children assembled, "... And that is how you do division. Class dismissed, you may go out and play." The children all shrieked in a happy yay, as they ran out to the courtyard. Ashera brushed a few strands of her blonde hair which was beginning to grow grey, as she swayed to Rovtar with an air of nobility, with something else, upon her.
She was dressed in red silken robes, that were gilded with a dash of bronze. She stood at five feet and six inches, and had noticeable crows feet around her eyes which looked like they were treated, but it failed to do the result. Rovtar gave a courteous nod and handed over his research papers. Ashera thumbed through them, as her crimson red nails marched through the papers as her eyes kept focus on it. "The Ashrin Constellation, lovely work as always Rovtar."

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Gnoll Village

Rihar paused, "What made you think I'd put you on a muzzle? I can promise no muzzle. Collar, that I can't promise you. However you will have two chains around your arms, that I guarantee you. Armor is fine." Rihar stroked his beard as he closed his good eye, Catline kept a incredibly good eye out when Rihar did that. Opening it back up, "Considering my fellow Guardsmen would skin you alive if you got to close and especially if you didn't have a muzzle. I can accept that. And of course I wish to catch the culprit behind this. Threat to the community." Randolf glared at Ark'kruy'ek as he hissed out behind gritted teeth and a foul glare. "Maybe I just hate you disease ridden monsters with a passion because of just that. And the only GOOD GNOLL is a DEAD GNOLL." Rihar paused as he glanced towards Randolf, "You'll back down. NOW." He barked out, as Randolf quickly squirmed back down, hunching his back in defeat.

Cateline did another quick observation of the area around. "Correct assumption. Judging by his rash behavior when it comes to Gnolls, it is a rather plausible theory to create. And the death of family and friends will drive people into a much more negative state of mind." She quickly turned her head to Rihar, "May we head out to the site where this event occurred, in an attempt to gather more information?" Rihar nodded as he turned to Ark. "We're going. Show us the location of where it happened. Possibly some clues still left in the area."

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Church of Pelor

The Church of Pelor was a wondrous sight. It was a masterpiece of stone, which had several glass-stained windows depicting various images reflecting upon the Holiness of Pelor, and had a few spires. Above the entrance of two oak doors, was a bronze sun depicting Pelor's image. Alongside the stone of the building attached to various beams, others were carved into the wall itself were Gargoyles, repugnant creatures whose presence would keep evil spirits at bay. There were several, some depicting men with contorted faces and strange beaks. Others were serpentine creatures with the body of a woman, who had uncovered breasts. While others were pig like creatures with several jowls. They were all adorned to the church.

Below in front of the stone steps leading up to the Church was the crowd from Harkness Street. "When will you kill the blasphemous one!?" One shouted. Another shouted out, "They've been a threat to the community for too long!" Another spoke up, "I saw it! I can testify of the heresy I saw!"

They were interrupted by a man who was on the church-steps who raised up his left arm that held a cane, and the arm itself was strangely shriveled up. The hand itself had flesh that could barely cover the bone of his arm and hand. The cane was a simple wooden thing with a small silver orb on it. The man slammed it down as the crowd hushed silent. The man stood at six feet and six inches, and had light brown hair, and was dressed a white tunic and white pants both with golden trims. He held out his right arm, which was fitting for a knight with the amount of muscle that was on it, as his blue eyes gazed into the crowd. "We of the Clergy first heard of this from the Farmer Mortimer. He is currently being treated inside, due to him quickly falling into an unconscious state, soon after he spoke of the heresy he saw. Your testimony will be appreciated and..." The Priest whistled as a pigeon flew out from the church with a piece of paper attached to its right leg.

"The Trial stage of the Tribunal will happen within three days time, at the absolute longest wait." The Priest nodded at the crowd, "This is an urgent matter for us, especially considering the level of blasphemy and heresy committed. If you see the child, if you would bring her to the church."

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Pucksy is fine. It was just a Flesh Wound. But the tavern is in ruins and the guy who said he was Pucksy was actually Martin P. Donovan, he constantly lies about being Pucksy. A Professional Pucksy Impersonator.

Aaand now I can do the Church of Pelor: The Return of Mortimer.

Well I could earlier, but now there is a character to watch the Church.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

There we go! Got IC stuff for everyone.

I have not done the Church just yet, because... reasons. Yes. Let's go with that. But I got every other scene for the characters at hand. The background scenes not directly relating to you fellows will happen as well.

But if I did that now, it'd be a lot more reading stuff. And typing from my end.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Outside the Astronomer's Guild
Rovtar glanced up as the sky flashed, as he grinned a most satisfactory grin. "That is the Vor'groth, well at least in Orcish tongue, Constellation! Sages of the Assorted Clans say that when it lights up, it is a sign from Ilneval, that the Orcish Clans who wield his banner will gain much success in war and get to bathe in the blood of all who oppose the Orcs. It is a rather lucky sign, and we..." He gestured to Shork, and smiled, "Are lucky to see it." He kept his murky yellow fangs bared, as he turned back to Trafalgar, as he mentioned he'd like to see his mentor. "All you need are the clothes on your back and an open mind." Glancing back at Shork, "Would you care to see my mentor as well?"

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Smith's Smithy.
Rowan continued banging on the molten ingot as he was carefully finishing up the horseshoe. He raised his right eyebrow as he looked up at the sky, just after the flash occurred. "No, I don't see anything." Bang. Then Julia left her blade and headed off. Rowan turned towards her and shouted, "As long as you pay the proper amount of coins! I can make sure you'd get it back." He grabbed the tongs again as he dunked the hot iron in a lengthy horizontal trow, filled with water, as it created a loud hiss and bellowed with steam.

Rowan pulled it out and set it on his work bench as he glanced at Corinne, and smiled, creating noticeable wrinkles around his face which helped draw attention to some missing teeth. "Ben'll be back fairly soon if that's why you came." Rowan smirked as he glanced at Sebastian."Seb!" He quickly approached the man and embraced him in a bear hug, before quickly releasing and stepping back. "Oh yeah, I got the last horseshoe finished up fo..." Rowan scratched at his his chin as he tried to recall who this order was for, "Oh right, one of the Guardsmen. Ah, but how've ya been? I've been up to the same old, same old, working at the forge, grabbing some ale, getting nagged out by the wife, getting nagged out by my boy... grabbing more ale, working at the forge and so on." Rowan shook his head as he chuckled, "But well, that's life for ya."

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South End of Estermere
Mimsy was carrying Elric for, well he wasn't sure how long, but he felt a nagging feeling at the back of his head. He glanced around as he noticed very confused and worried citizens watching him, "OH! Elric! Dear friend, why did this have to happen to you!?" He declared as that nagging feeling came back to his mind as he wandered past a nearby back alley. Mimsy, there is a time and a place for ever- ARE YOU CARRYING A HOSTAGE OUT IN PUBLIC AGAIN!? For... Damn it Mimsy! Get a sack or something! He thought, as his face contorted into a sour grimace.

"Oh jeez, boss is right!" Mimsy quickly went into the back alley, that was in between two nondescript buildings. In the distance he saw some people. Oh jeez. he thought to himself worried about being caught after coming so far. However, peering to the side he noticed an old burlap sack laying against one of the buildings. Mimsy smiled, resisting the urge to whistle out a tune, as he took Elric off, and shoved him in the sack, which was followed by a loud thump, alongside the gathered items the Boss's Boss told him to get. He grabbed the bag back up and held it with both hands.

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Gnoll Village
The Dwarf nodded as Ark talked about how people would cheer bringing death to Gnolls. "Yes... That's what I am most curious about. And most likely they are." He glanced at the coin-purse and tossed it towards the Human female. "Hold onto it." The Human Male glanced at Ark, "You'll do no-" The Dwarf raised his hand, "He brought us the information, and it has dealt with his tribe. You know how I feel about Clan Matters..." The man grumbled, as the Dwarf peered at Ark. "You can enter the village. ... In chains, while working under my authority."

The human male glanced at the Dwarf in shock, "Y-you can't be serious!?" The Dwarf smirked, "What better beast to hunt a Gnoll than a Gnoll?" The Dwarf glanced at Ark'kruy'ek, "Now then, if you will be working with us, which would be in your interests, you should damn well memorize our names." The dwarf stuck out his thumb as he pointed at his chest, "Rihar Stonegut." He gestured towards the Human male, "Randolf Rogers." Then he gestured towards the Human Female, "Cateline Northbridge."

Rihar paused, "Now then, do you wish to find the culprit behind the attack of your village?"

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Harkness Street.
Jeoffry chuckled, along a few of the crowd, who did not remain silent. "You better get back to that graveyard of yours. Don't want to miss the message from the clergy." The woman who calmed down Jeoffry, glanced around the crowd as she whistled, "As citizens it is our duty to inform the priesthood of what we have seen." They all nodded in union, as she thrust her hand out, and led them from Harkness Street, and to the Church of Pelor.

The street quickly became empty, except for a few inhabitants of the area, who wearily eyed the creature that had performed such blasphemy in the area. Behind where the crowd was, there was a boy of five who was snivveling, as tears and boogers mixed as he produced bubbles with it. He was sitting in the lap of an older woman who had a rather wiry frame, frizzled hair, and caked in mud and grime. She began cooing to the child, "Sssh... everything will be okay my little bird." The boy continued crying, as he plunged his head in the woman's chest,the sobs being muffled by the grimy tunic she wore. "Everything will be okay..." She said while stroking the boy's head lovingly.

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Elric's Abode.
Remington continued his search through Elric's annoyingly large collection of books. Why couldn't he just have the ones I needed!? He thought to himself. He was reaching over and checking the spine of a book as the child asked for snacks. "AFTER, you find the book sure." He said. Why do I have to deal with this brat? Come on you little twerp find the book I need so I can leave, and check up on Mimsy and see if he screwed up at any point in the process. He thought to himself.

Once the job was done though, he'd get quite a bit of gold, and that was the one thing that truly mattered.

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Hunter's Den
Julia was easily able to find the Hunter's Den as she followed the directions given to her by Corinne. It was a dark building, made of brick. Out on the side of the building a wooden sign flew back and forth in the wind. It had 'Den' written on it in black, and underneath was a carved picture of a cave, with some small red eyes visible from the inside. From the outside the bar sounded rather rowdy. This would be confirmed to be the case, as from the front door a man was flung out, through the rickety, swing open doors. As the human man's head curved back from the strike, chunks of teeth and blood sprayed back as his head slammed down onto the cobble-pathed path below.

"THAT'S WHATCHA GET FOR TRYING TO STEAL MY WOMAN!" A, surprisingly high-pitched voiced declared. It was not the voice of a woman, but of some man who appeared to not have his voice grow out of boyhood. The individual who made the declaration quickly returned back into the tavern, as quick as he yelled out the message. The man on the ground though, well he was still there. He had dark brown hair, a freshly received black eye around his left eye, a large chunk of hair torn out on the right side of his head. He was dressed in tanned leather, from his torso to his toes. There was a small dink, as a broken knife was tossed just to the side of the man. He groaned out in agony, somehow still conscious despite the beating he received.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Mortimer isn't dead yet. Though he arriving or at the Church to tell of the horrid heresy and blasphemy he saw.

Got a bit of stuff to catch up on OOC I see? (And of course IC.)
Tempted for Mimsy to carry unconscious past James/Tirarian as you head over to his place.

Shonen Punk!

Katsuo leaned on his skateboard, wheezing a bit, as he coughed out some blood and inadvertently sent it towards the Gorilla. He took of his fairly dinky heroic red jacket cape, and wiped his mouth with it, and placed it on his shoulder. "OW that hurt. S-sorry, know it wasn't groovy, but..." He glanced over as he heard a mumbling from some lady. Katsuo glanced at the portrait of James K. Polk, and his eyes began twinkling with joy.

"Oh no way!" Katsuo eagerly declared, "Look at those strong pronounced cheekbones! Like the majestic mountains of the Wyoming landscape! His visage, stern and serious understanding the importance of Manifest Destiny, as he started the Mexican-American War! Those flowing locks of a man of such stature, truly manly!" He gushed out, as he drooled a bit with blood, absorbing every piece of the image that reconstructed his greatest hero and idol. "That. IS. GROOVY! Amaterasu smiles upon this, like her smiles extending her light to shine upon the American Shores." Katsuo paused as he coughed again, "Babe, you have given Polk a magnificent portrait that will be forever treasured in the annals of American History." He blinked as he glanced at her, "Ah, oh, yeah! Mizushima Katsuo." He said as he moved his skateboard back to lean on.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Feigling said
I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition!Wait, are you planning to put Liesel on the rack? A bunch of elderly priests, tieing fourteen-year-old female 'heretic' to a rack sounds a little bit... have you ever read Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov.

Torture isn't for eliciting confession, and typically wasn't used often. Really it was used to get information, and make sure the truth was being told.

Don't worry you can represent yourself at trial as per Real Inquisition Tribunals. (Either by getting Witnesses to Testify for you.) Or ruining the character of the other witnesses.

And no, I haven't. I should.

And she'll get tortured.... ONLY IF SHE DOESN'T REVEAL THE TRUTH!

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Enter on Stage: Daniel Solomon Zinger - Setting: The Open Road.
Additional Characters Onstage: Warren Anderson, Pack of Roaming Vehicles Containing Various Survivors

Popping a piece of butterscotch into his mouth, Daniel Zinger was wandering down some road, carrying a metal baseball bat which had quite a bit of blood on it. OF course I'm in Ekvelt. Someplace, I should manage to find a radio, establish a connection and contact the fellow Heymish. He licked around the butterscotch piece around between his dentures. He squinted his eyes and adjusted his glasses, as he noticed a pack of moving cars down the road.

Daniel smirked at the sight, as he thought of the use that would bring. He glanced on the other side of the road, as the cars drove by, where he saw a young man running and, doing something like a klutz, followed by a loud pop. He swirled the piece of butterscotch around as he lifted up his bat, and kept walking forward, as he kept his eye on the situation.

Well then, this should be interesting. Daniel thought to himself.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Have you ever heard of the SPANISH INQUISITION!? ... Expect a missive for your Trial concerning Heresy.

As the Tribunal is quite, quite, quite, yes.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Vec said
how...? WYVERN SHE KNOWS!

Good... goood....

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