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Just your neighbourhood coffee fuelled sociopath

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Click This said
Go ahead.


Thanks. I'd have hated to post when you were writing yours and force you to rewrite anything.
Grimm left the bar a short while later, having made up his mind about the whole thing. He walked out of the bar as sober as he had been going in, his bulk having a lot to do with it and the fact that he listened more that he drank doing the rest. Stopping one of the more friendly looking guards, he politely asked for and received directions to sign up for the monster hunt. Adjusting his grip on the shield handle, Grimm set off.

He had decided that if the beast was anywhere as large as was claimed, he would see it from far enough away to have ample time to change his mind. If the stories were as exaggerated as Grimm expected then a halfway skilled team should be able to handle things and he considered the risk of being on that team well worth it.

Grimm reached a hand towards the door to the building and stopped, hearing the murmur of indistinct voices inside. His hand dropped to his side and he stood back a pace, partially to avoid the appearance of eavesdropping which would be useless with such a heavy door and mostly to give himself a broader view in through the windows. He wanted to put himself in view of the conversation in order to ensure that he was spotted by those inside and to watch the proceedings. He couldn't lip read though sorely wish he had the talent at times but found that facial expressions and body language could tell a lot about the conversation at hand.
Click This said
Props for Spice and Wolf scenery.


excellent show, one of my favourites. ^_^

By the way, are you working on a post right now or is it okay for me to post first?
You spelled Atropos wrong but I won't hold it against you. I know what it's like to be too busy to know what day of the week it is.
Click This said
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It looks like i finished my post just in time.
Thanking the driver, Grimm stretched out his muscles after the long ride from one of the last town. He crouched down and hefted his bag up onto his back before standing back up. At the very least he should be able to do a lot of business here in a larger city. Larger cities also brought larger troubles, especially in Donnaieth. He'd already attracted the stern look of a guard thanks to his foreign look and the fact that he was standing alone with a large amount of luggage. He set off to find an inn so that he would have another answer to the usual 'Who are you, what is your business here, and where are you staying?'.

Grimm soon found a place on a side street off of a side street, barely a dozen rooms arranged on two floors at the end of a dead end. He entered his new room on the top floor and checked the lock over, finding it secure albeit barely. He set his bag down and untied his weapons from where they were secured, arranging them on the bed. Selecting the shield, he slung it over his back before hanging the rest of his possessions high enough up where only he could reach them. Smiling now with the necessities tended to, Grimm left his room, locked the door and hit the streets again. A poster in the lobby caused him to pause in the doorway.

"A ceasefire? monsters?" He stood in one place, scratching his neck. Noticing that he was entirely preventing entry or exit, he moved on, deciding to find a bar and maybe get a little more information than the poster provided.

Grimm soon found a fairly full bar though it was the middle of the afternoon. He walked in and took a seat, almost immediately finding what he was looking for, a loud mouthed soldier by the bar. "Of course I saw the thing, near a hundred paces tall and horns on its head as big as trees! Picked up a dozen men in one hand and ate them whole." The soldier by the bar went on, "I figure that it'll take everyone's armies to tackle these, but I hear that the rest have their own trouble to deal with. Dragons as big as castles, great flaming demons. It's the end of the world and I plan to die drunk." He thumped his fist on the bar for emphasis.

Grimm bought himself a cider and sat down to think. The man was obviously exaggerating but how much?
Anderiel said
Fake, your scary old man is now in the bucket.


My scary old man shall endeavour to be the scary old man that gives cans of soda out for Halloween.
oh well, looks like I get to wait until the next stronghold.

Atropos caught up on the branching path, her brisk jog slowing to a walk as she drew level with the back of the group. She reached up behind her head and tightened the knot holding the blindfold over her eyes as it had worked itself loose during her run through Remniche. Turning her head to face each of the group in turn, she became familiar with each presence that she felt.

She took a few moments to get her breathing under control before speaking. "I caught most of that as I came up behind you guys, so I guess we have a bit of a problem to tackle. By the way, I'm Atropos."
I've made some changes. They drifted away gradually after a few years and were never close when she did live at home. I may add more details later but nothing major.

is the story at a decent place right now for a new character to join?
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