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The Neighborhood Watch

I figured but did not want to assume ^_^

The Neighborhood Watch

Once Elmyra posts I think I'll post!

Out of curiosity Theyra who do you sort of recognize?

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“Oh you poor dear.” It was the first thing Morgan had ever heard from Grace as she extended her weathered hand towards him. He stood staring at the aged woman and gave her a weak smile. Normally he would have been offended at this outstretched hand.

Weakness.

It was a feeling he hated and yet he felt compelled to grab her hand and she led him to the nearest seat speaking to him about the weather and minor things like he was a grandson. Completely ignoring his limp and before he could even order she was gone.

Morgan looked around the Grotto taking note of a handful of familiar faces from school as well as a few of the townsfolk. The seat was hard but in a good way that supported his lower back. As he felt himself slightly relaxing it was like she reappeared out of nowhere with a mug in her hand.

“Here is a special drink honey.”

Morgan took a small sip of it. It was heavenly. It was sweet, warm, and milky. He had expected coffee but whatever this was it great. Within seconds he could feel a great soothing feeling running down his spine making his eyes widen in shock.

“I made yours of stronger stuff.”

His eyes locked onto her wrinkled face as her piercing, yet kind eyes looked over his face. He felt at a loss of words as his eyes quickly glanced down to see the glass was already empty. When had he downed the rest of it?

“Thank you ma'am” He spoke weakly still confused as Grace refilled his drink.

The red headed young man would be a liar if he said he did not miss Grace. Somehow despite having multiple customers she somehow made time to talk to everyone and she remembered everything. She felt like grandmother to him.

Morgan shook the pill bottle as his eyes scanned it. It had been weeks since he had taken one. The idea to sell them had briefly crossed his mind as high grade painkillers were worth money in the right hands, but he tossed it aside. Choosing to keep them as a reminder. Whatever ingredients were in Graces drinks were nothing short of a miracle. He had chosen to continue walking with a limp even if he had noticed Grace laughing at him faking it, but she seemed to understand and never said anything.

It made his mind travel to the strange experience he had about a week ago. He had been home and had locked himself in his room ignoring the banging on the door of his old man. He was drunk again and angry. Throwing out obscenities and blaming Morgan for his own failures. Eventually the noise had gone away and after a few hours Morgan left the room to go out to the dark living room to find his father passed out in his recliner reeking of booze. A frown crossed his face when all of a sudden, the air around him grew heavy and extremely humid.

It felt like Morgan's legs were threatening to give out under the strange pressure like a giant hand was attempting to crush him. Strange whispers began to assault his ears and when he felt he could stand it no longer a sudden light source chased away the darkness.The pressure and presence had lessened but came back with overwhelming force almost like it was trying to kill him but the light that had started at his hands quickly engulfed him and whatever it was fled.

The light was so pure. So comforting, it had felt like he was floating away. Even after the danger had left he didn't want to leave. Something was calling him. He could feel his consciousness slipping. His eyes had begun to see nothingness despite being wide open. It was only a sudden loud snore that had caused his glazed blue eyes to focus on the slumped figure in front of him and by extension see a family picture of his mother and father holding him.

“I.... Morgan.....I....am.....Morgan.....I am Morgan Watkins.”

No longer feeling himself floating away but now anchored the light slowly receded leaving a collapsed and sobbing Morgan. The euphoria of the light had been so intense all of his worries, pain, and existence had faded in that brief time but he knew he couldn't leave yet.

“Mr. Morgan.”

The young man jerked with a start leaving his thoughts as he looked up seeing the familiar face of the librarian looking down at him.

“Ms. Winters”

Morgan huffed out gathering his thoughts.

“People are beginning to assemble for that flyer you have been eyeballing.”

Her tone sounded slightly judgemental but her expression looked netrual. Morgan nodded as he slowly stood up and began to limp towards Study room C leaving his little office. He could already see two people here. He was hoping for some answers as he limped across the threshold and flashed his best brightest smile.

“Gentlemen!”

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Its not necessary! I will get my post out!

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My introduction post is done I am just waiting. Though I do really wanna post it haha!

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Mines bright like Morgan’s disposition

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Not gunna lie the first post has me quite hyped. I had wondered if there should be a bit of a flashback to Grace and you did sort of in yours so I think I’ll do something similar.

Though Morgan probably won’t have to travel much. I haven’t decided yet but he might have been working in the library on this day. Lol

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Chanticleer Malloy

~ Springwood Forest ~

Chanticleer took in a deep breath and sighed with great joy. The air was so much cleaner here, the grass was so much greener. Everything literally reeked of life and a slower pace, and he was all for it. Rubbing his large belly and humming a nonsense tune as he looked around. The bright blue portal he had just walked through that he had found while exploring a mountain was nowhere in sight. This suited him just fine, who wanted to be climbing a smelly sulfur smelling volcano when faced with this? He ran his thick meaty hand through his red hair as he tried to remember why he even had been on that god-forsaken hunk of rock and his brain had nothing useful to report.

Looking around him he did not see any obvious pathways, so he took to the old tried and true method.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..."

With each word that left his mouth his finger pointed in a different direction and after doing this a few times he finally decided on a direction. As he slowly started walking, he reached into his knapsack and took out a piece of hardtack and raised it to his mouth before catching himself. Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me. Chanticleer was not about to break another tooth. Placing the hardtack in the palm of his hand with some effort he crushed it and began to place little pieces into his mouth to let them soften as he passed tree after tree. Sometimes even having to push his way through bushes and briars.

After walking for quite some time and even dodging stuff moving about in the underbrush something was starting to appear in the distance. Using his hand to block the sun he strained his eyes to see better. It was indeed a town of sorts, but it looked ramshackled and destitute at best.

"Excellent!"

Grinned Chanticleer as he puffed out his chest and increased his stride. After a few feet he stopped himself and pondered a moment. Last time he went marching out into the middle of an abandoned town, it had turned out to be a haven for a den of goblins. Chanticleer had barely escaped with his life that day. No, this would require some tact and wit for the best-case scenario. So naturally he got to the highest point he could find without actually being in the town and began to yell.

"HELLO?!?! IF THERE ARE ANY GOBLINS, I BRING LOINCLOTHES TO SELL!"

Nailed it thought Chanticleer. Goblins could not resist new loincloths. Once he saw how many goblins were in this village he'd know if he should run or try to fight.

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U.S. East here. I usually post in the evening though I can be here on my phone anytime of the day but I only post if I’m at the computer

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Chanticleer Malloy

Name: Chanticleer Malloy
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Half dwarf/Human

Appearance:

Height: 5'3
Eye Color: Hazel with flecks of gold
Hair Color: Fiery red

Description: Chanticleer is a heavy-set individual who despite his pot belly has rather muscular arms and legs from his dwarf heritage. He is slightly taller than the average dwarf but not honestly by much. His hair is flaming red and goes past his shoulder blades. The strangest part though is amongst his red locks are equally red chicken feathers. He has a full unruly beard and mustache that matches his hair. His eyes are unique in that they are a mixture of hazel and gold in color, giving his gaze a rather striking look. He is most often seen traveling in a mud brown cloak that covers his clothing. On his left hip is a plain looking sword that has a red gem in its hilt.

Personality: Chanticleer could be considered fairly carefree most of the time. Some might even call him borderline dumb, but he is always worth a good laugh. As everything he does, he does for his own amusement sometimes to the chagrin of others. He is not a mean individual, and he tries to let these serve as teaching moments even if only to himself. His carefree nature makes him friendly and borderline lazy when he does not have a goal in mind.

Quirks:
- Tends to rub his pot belly regardless of the situation
- Keeps the hood of his cloak on to avoid questions
- Despite being half dwarf, can not hold his alcohol

Brief History: Chanticleer's mother always said her son was dropped on his head as a child. While most would be in a rush to achieve great things, Chanticleer never seems to be stressed about things. One day out of the blue he just up and left home without a word and began to wander. Sometimes things would go swell and other times he would be a beggar on the street. During one of those low moments, he came across an eccentric man who had many wonderous items for sale. Each of them life shattering and capable of changing the world for better or worse.

The traveler would allow anyone who managed to see him one item and one item only. True to Chanticleer's brand he somehow managed to pick out the only item that the traveler had put in there as a joke. Instead of picking up an orb that contained wild lightening that could have made him an all-powerful lightening mage or picking up an enchanted heart that could have given him the strength of a dragon. Chanticleer picked up a small golden egg. When the Traveler tried to persuade him into picking something Chanticleer merely laughed and walked off.

He was hungry and the egg looked delicious. When he discovered he could not break the shell and being rather desperate in the moment. He Swallowed the egg, shell and all he was granted the unique powers of a Chickenmancer this gave him the ability to summon normal chickens and even battle roosters, though they are laughable in strength for now. In his random wanderings adventures he stumbled upon a strange blue portal that left him in in the Springwood Forest. He noticed upon entering this new world that the air smelled differently here. Less smog and more nature scented, so he is quite thrilled to be here. Wherever here might be.

-- Skills/Spells, Stats & Items ---

Occupation: Ye old Chicken Wizard

Social Status: Lost

Skills:
- Swordsmanship (adept) He sure knows how to swing it. Not much skill involved though.

- Fishermen (Expert) His lazy approach to life means he's great at this hobby. Just sit and wait.

- Begging Silver tongue (Apprentice) Being homeless and constantly wandering. He has gotten good at mooching off of others and getting supplies.

Equipment:
- Mud brown hooded traveling cloak
- Steel short sword with a red gem in it's hilt
- Small knapsack with a canteen of water and several pieces of hardtack.

Spells:
- Summon chickens (Adept) This spell allows him to summon up to four normal chickens at a time that lay regular eggs. If any harm befalls them even death, they will vanish upon the spot. They are not for eating.

- Chickenmancer (Adept) This spell allows him to summon up two special battle roosters that are roughly the size of a medium sized dog that can battle for him.

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