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7/18/2015 11:11:30 PM
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[b][u]The Distance Between | Cliffhold, Perth Hampston[/u][/b]
[i]On a bench by the stone tenements, the shrouded man ponders a metal rod in the palm of his hand, no larger than a pen, but as thick as a quarter. It's point is marred by scorch marks, the chamfered edges on its rear chipped.
His thoughts are interrupted by a chorale of disciplined, yet dogmatic footsteps: what looks to be an army of weary men and weeping women, bound by chains, being paraded through the city. Even children, freighted by the collars that connect them to their siblings and parents march along the cobblestone road.
"Move faster, you dogs!"
The captain on a horse shouts to make haste. Even his face matches the horrified folk on the sidewalk. Shameful, disgraceful! But they watch silently, unwilling to offer them even a drink to quench their parched lips.
The man grunts, but when he stands, he walks to a herald, the opposite direction of the marching slaves.
"A new decree! By order of the Princess herself: Any and all warriors of a high caliber are encouraged to meet within the Royal Court to discuss the capture of a Traitor!
Riches and power for those who desire! Enter the gates and claim your share!"
The Traitor has been found. The shrouded man knows what they want with him, but not where he lies.[/i]
"Where have you gone, oh friend of mine? Where have you gone indeed...?"
[i]He slowly trudges along the path to Isla Deus, humming his rhyme. If any are interested in taking the traitor, they'll be up against more than just him.[/i]
"...So long, so long, oh friend of mine: Come back when you are in need."
[b]Quest: Start[/b]
English
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[spoiler]Bump for later. I'll start it up again after noon.[/spoiler]
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A figure in threadbare Perthian Army fatigues, with a tattered bedroll pack and an antiquated lasgun on his shoulder enters the city...
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*I approach* Do I get to kill people?
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"From the flyers, it says just one." [b]The man in the cowl hands you a paper detailing the target. Their name is replaced by "The Traitor".[/b]
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This man seems familiar... What's his name?
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*A figure in a deep black cloak, its face hidden under a large sombrero steps quietly into the Court. It looks about before wandering over to lean against a pillar*
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Edited by Ex PI: 7/19/2015 2:41:24 AMRedacted.
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*looks at* riches you say
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[b]The herald turns to you. He almost trips on his soapbox.[/b] "Yes! A bounty set forth by the Princess and her advisors. Travel to the Court for a personal greeting by her majesty, as well as details on the target."
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Ok *begins to travel to the court*
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Edited by Sylok's Defiler: 7/19/2015 1:36:59 AM[b]On the path, a man in a cowl approaches you. His face is not visible, but his voice portrays that of an elderly man's.[/b] "I don't know about you, but this whole deal seems a bit fishy to me. I mean, the Kingdom's got thousands of soldiers: why send bounty hunters and sellswords?"
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Because its probably a trap
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[b]He chuckles at your comment.[/b] "Maybe. Sound more like they're getting ready for war, and can't waste the extra manpower. But a war with whom? Best of luck to you mate. I'm sure the prize will be worth the haggle. Especially since it's coming from these rich folk." [b]He trails off, humming a whistling tune. The iron gates to the capital, Isla Deus can be seen not too far off.[/b]
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Against the marauders *he says before he walks off*
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[i]a women in the crowd states in disgust, as the slaves walk by She looks at the man with a scornful look, then turns and walks away[/i]
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[b]The herald calls you out.[/b] "You there! How many evildoers have you justified? How many beasts and monsters have you slain?"
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[i]she turns on him[/i] "More than even you can count, if that answers it"
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[b]A wry smile cracks his somber face.[/b] "Then here, my child! The gates of the Princess await you, and the treasures there are yours to claim!" [b]He hands you a flyer: [i]To whom it may concern: A decree has been issued against a traitor of the Imperial Monarchy. Report to the Royal Court if interested. Rewards will be given to those who assist in his capture.[/i][/b]
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[i]she scoffs[/i] "Rewards..." [i]she heads off to the palace[/i]
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[b]The shrouded man follows next to you. His raspy voice seems distorted, even fake.[/b] "What do you make of this, hmm? A hunt for a traitor. Sounds like the Kingdom's just running low on manpower. But hey, money is money, right?"
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"I'm not interested in money"
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"Is that so? Most people can't even afford to live here nowadays. I can only assume you don't live in this land, but I've been known to be wrong. And I hate assuming."
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[i]she looks at the figure[/i] "I'm not from here" [i]she walks off[/i]
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[b]The Paladins at the gate stop you from entering the well.[/b] "What business do you seek?"
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[i]she hands over the paper given to her[/i]
