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Fri Jun 24, 2016 10:30 pm 
"Sweet!" The halfling seems pleased with this explanation, and puts the helmet back on. It's finally time for Petrol to get some authority!
Fri Jun 24, 2016 11:06 pm
Arcadia jumps when Sharn speaks. When did she get here?
"Arcadia Hallow" she tells the other girl in her best noble woman voice. "We should probably catch up to the others …er, what was your name?"
Arcadia looked at the others in the distance who were all gathered around, seemingly discussing something.
"Arcadia Hallow" she tells the other girl in her best noble woman voice. "We should probably catch up to the others …er, what was your name?"
Arcadia looked at the others in the distance who were all gathered around, seemingly discussing something.
Sat Jun 25, 2016 12:51 am
Kailyn laughs and says, "That, my friend, is a greatsword, and perhaps a bit much for my delicate frame. No worries though, good shopkeeper, I shall find a sword cane elsewhere." He gives the man a dashing smile and continues on his merry way (without even checking if the others are following).
Being from the third world, I reserve the right to speak in the third person.
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Sat Jun 25, 2016 1:02 am
"Oh! Hard bargain, mister fancy-hat, Yes?" The man shouts after. "I go to 41 gold, and my children starve for you sir!"
Sat Jun 25, 2016 1:04 am
"Dum da dee dee dum, da dee dee dum dum."
He does a little twirl, and keeps walking along while singing to himself.
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He does a little twirl, and keeps walking along while singing to himself.
Being from the third world, I reserve the right to speak in the third person.
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Sat Jun 25, 2016 1:18 am
"Sharn of course. You knew that. I've been here the whole time." Sharn laughed. "Yea, ha. Funny stuff. The others? Oh look we caught up with them. Ha ha ha." Sharn was trying very hard to act like she was having a fun time. Was the old lady after her? Who was this Arcadia lady? How had she found the others so quickly? Sharn bit her lip. Everything's fine, she told herself. That lady didn't die. This fancy lady seemed harmless. The other's were all likely just bumbling idiots. "Heh," Sharn laughed at the idea of them all being idiots.
Sat Jun 25, 2016 4:06 am
The group approaches the Smokefields.
The close, tall buildings gradually give way to open spaces, and Sausage Row begins to twist a bit as it starts to rise uphill. The Smokefields are build atop a rocky irregular ridge that separates the north edge of the city from the desert plains.
The architecture of the Smokefields is a dramatic shift. Stone steps crisscross the craggy hills, and low stone walls are everywhere, some built with obvious purpose, but others in locations that make no sense, and all of them built no taller than a halfling's chin. The walls are insignificant beneath the tents. Everywhere are tents, some small, some colossal, stained black by the smoke, only showing white where they have been patched and repaired after a thousand tiny accidental fires.
But what commands the most attention is the smell of the air-- yes, there is smoke, but this place is the kitchen of the whole city. The smells are many kinds. Yes, there are abbotoir smells, smells of decay, but they are pushed back and overwhelmed by the good smells, the wonderful delicious smells.
Cece shows the others exactly which side-path to take to reach the tents of the Outer Bakak Fine Meats & Sausages Company
The close, tall buildings gradually give way to open spaces, and Sausage Row begins to twist a bit as it starts to rise uphill. The Smokefields are build atop a rocky irregular ridge that separates the north edge of the city from the desert plains.
The architecture of the Smokefields is a dramatic shift. Stone steps crisscross the craggy hills, and low stone walls are everywhere, some built with obvious purpose, but others in locations that make no sense, and all of them built no taller than a halfling's chin. The walls are insignificant beneath the tents. Everywhere are tents, some small, some colossal, stained black by the smoke, only showing white where they have been patched and repaired after a thousand tiny accidental fires.
But what commands the most attention is the smell of the air-- yes, there is smoke, but this place is the kitchen of the whole city. The smells are many kinds. Yes, there are abbotoir smells, smells of decay, but they are pushed back and overwhelmed by the good smells, the wonderful delicious smells.
Cece shows the others exactly which side-path to take to reach the tents of the Outer Bakak Fine Meats & Sausages Company
Sat Jun 25, 2016 4:30 am
Petrol would drool slightly at scent of meat and fats, nearly forgetting that he just had breakfast not an hour ago. "Perhaps, once our business here is done, they'll see fit to reward us with lunch or dinner."
Sat Jun 25, 2016 4:33 am
Yessss... it has been ssssso long since Rasvim has tasted sssssausage...
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Sat Jun 25, 2016 4:44 am
"They are certainly spoiling us quite like their daughter's loinspawn, aren't they? We've high expectations to shatter, indeed."
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Sat Jun 25, 2016 4:47 am
There are numerous tents in the Outer Bakak Fine Meats & Sausages complex, but the main one is obvious. It stands 3 stories tall. In some places the complicated scaffolding of wooden frames that forms the skeleton of the structure pokes through the canvas. Smoke gently streams up through various vents in the upper extremities.
There isn't much activity right now. Just a metallic scraping noise from one of the smaller tents that might be someone sharpening knives...
And there are three tiny Kobold urchins playing in the dirt. They are all wearing dresses made of potato sacks, and they have bright patches of dried paint on the scales around their heads and necks. One of them is holding a large wad of matted hair. All three watch the newcomers with alert curiosity.
There isn't much activity right now. Just a metallic scraping noise from one of the smaller tents that might be someone sharpening knives...
And there are three tiny Kobold urchins playing in the dirt. They are all wearing dresses made of potato sacks, and they have bright patches of dried paint on the scales around their heads and necks. One of them is holding a large wad of matted hair. All three watch the newcomers with alert curiosity.
Sat Jun 25, 2016 4:50 am
"Speaking of loinspawn.." He taps the back of Rasvim with his cane then points with it.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Sat Jun 25, 2016 5:09 am
"Erm, Rasvim is not the greatesssssst with kids..." Nevertheless, he walks up and squats down by the young kobolds. "Hello, what is it the hatchlings have? Is they playing a little game?"
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Sat Jun 25, 2016 5:16 am
The one with green and yellow paint gently thumps her bundle of hair in the dirt. She is muttering inaudibly.
The one with blue and pink paint points an accusing finger at the hairball and loudly declares "I have a dolly too! My dolly is BETTER! My dolly is a real live cat!" She glares into Rasvim's eyes as she says this, and then she repeats the words several more times, making defiant eye contact with the other strangers one after the other.
The one with blue and pink paint points an accusing finger at the hairball and loudly declares "I have a dolly too! My dolly is BETTER! My dolly is a real live cat!" She glares into Rasvim's eyes as she says this, and then she repeats the words several more times, making defiant eye contact with the other strangers one after the other.
Sat Jun 25, 2016 5:25 am
"..do you theenk thees ees part of the test?" Cece wonders aloud.