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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 18:14:49 GMT
Georgios nodded. “I will annotate that in my recommendation. Honestly though, the best idea is to have you go to Edysse yourself. Get the emperor on your side and Lord Sittarius can kick rocks.” He nodded to himself. “And it would help if you found a noble family to support you.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 7, 2020 18:58:54 GMT
"A capital idea!" Nigel exclaimed, as Georgios incepted the idea he would have later that same day while at Mistbreak Temple. "Well, Georgios, I have a sword to hawk. We will discuss details further upon my return. Do try to remain among the living until then you old codger."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2020 19:24:08 GMT
“Legends never die,” Georgios said happily. “We just get old and bad in bed. See you soon you old pirate.”
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 11, 2020 1:26:11 GMT
Tehol comes back to the guildhall looking quite frazzled.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 11, 2020 4:01:48 GMT
Korabas slips through the slow creeks that run through the city and camps out inside the guildhall’s training grounds. Tehol recognizes a few friends from old missions but they’re all gambling and interacting with people and he probably doesn’t wAnt that sort of heat right now.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 11, 2020 21:10:44 GMT
Tehol listens in for anyone going out on any expedition into the mist he can tag along with.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 17:12:05 GMT
He heard that a bunch of elves were going raiding, part of Leuwinmorgh’s crew. An advance party for something bigger rumor had it.
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Sept 15, 2020 2:09:23 GMT
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Wrugar arrived at the guildhall while it was still the middle of the night, he was not sure how to proceed so he just sat by the door waiting for anyone to contact him. Given his ragged clothing and smell, the only thing that differentiated him from a common beggar was the massive size.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2020 2:16:28 GMT
The gate to the hall’s grounds opens and a dwarf walked out. “What in the hell?” He said. “Who are ye? Ain’t seen a giant beggar before. Would be like a centaur hitching a ride!”
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Sept 15, 2020 10:10:05 GMT
"I'm Wrugar." The giant said, not very amused by the dwarves comments. "Some psychotic woman sent me here to join some party to visit some Fire Giant King."
"I am a Smit..." He paused for a bit, not sure how to proceed. Then he finally gave in. "Harbinger."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2020 14:52:35 GMT
“Hm,” grunted the dwarf. “Well get inside and clean up. The bottom floor’s big enough for yer kind to walk about. Someone will get you a bath and a damned change of clothes.” He opened the gate and stepped aside. “See ya around Wrugar.”
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Sept 15, 2020 17:09:17 GMT
Wrugar shrugged at the dwarf and made his way into the guildhall. There, he spoke to the servants telling them about the doorman's recommendations. He had a bath prepared and a new set of clothes brought to him. This all had seemed somewhat unreal, to walk free on the streets of Bastion once again, to have the luxuries of a bath and clean clothes... But this relaxed state of mind did not last long, soon the cricket behind his year was back on whispering how sooner or later this would all come back and bite him in his ass. Yet again.
"I'm seeking whoever is responsible for the mission regarding the Fire Giant King." He asked one of the Guild's clerks. He had had experience with Reclaimers before, having almost joined the guild at some point in the past. But just like everything else, it had all gone down the drain. "And do you know of a raven haired women who might have interests in this task? Her name, perhaps?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2020 17:33:49 GMT
The clerk looked at him in confusion. “Fire giant king mission?” He asked. “Are you sure you’re in the right place?” He listened to the giant describe the woman. “There are a lot of raven haired ladies in our guild but I don’t know if any mission to go into the fire giants’ domain. How about a bath and some new clothes? Maybe a drink to clear your head?” He was talking to him as though he were a concussion patient.
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Sept 15, 2020 21:15:36 GMT
The Giant shrugged, he decided he would just wait until developments came to him. That's what you got for listening to mysterious ladies in the dark of the night.
"Do you know of any place a veteran could ahve a drink around these parts?" He asked kindly. "One that I can fit in, of course."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2020 21:18:01 GMT
The clerk nodded. “There’s a beer garden around back, the emperor funds the liquor stocks himself so make those taxpayers suffer,” he said. “In the morning I’m sure Master Georgios can help you out. He knows most everything going on at any time.”
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