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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
6/29/2016 3:36:20 AM
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[spoiler]What does your character look like, and what weapons do you carry?[/spoiler]
"Agreed," Ghost answers, "in fact, this is eerily similar to DnD in my high school days," he adds.
Right on cue, a heavily cloaked man sits down at the table. A brush of his hand corrects the cloak, but you catch a glimpse of knight-like armor beneath, full plate. He looks around nervously, and then begins, "You two look new." Eyeing out clothes, which had changed to match the setting, he continues, "look. I'll get right to the point. The king needs two people, neutral to the politics of the land, to help him. If you agree, you'll be awarded. He says for me to take-" his voice is suddenly cut short. Choking on spittle, his mouth froths, and his eyes roll back up in his head. Collapsing to the ground, he is obviously dead.
The previous air of joviality in the tavern is gone. The barkeep eyes the body warily, and the other customers all move away. You hear mutters, "the plague, it got another-" "these lands, we should get away while we-" "the fifth incident this-"
The voice of an old man cuts through it all, "it's no plague I tell you," he says, "it's-" he too is cut off, as the people angrily deny his claims.
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Let's go find that king dude. [spoiler]i always leave it up to others to decide how I look[/spoiler] [spoiler]use your imagination[/spoiler]
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"I doubt we can easily talk to the king of the realm." Ghost replies, "but this is unlike any sickness I've seen. It appears more like poison to me. Perhaps we should speak to the old man."
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Let's do it. [b]i follow him[/b]
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You and Ghost approach the man. Grumpily, he looks up from his mug of ale. "What do you want, stranger," he grumbles.
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Can you tell me about the poison thing
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The old man raises an eyebrow. "You mean you believe me?"
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He smiles slowly, "Most don't. But I know it's poison. No sickness is like that, I've seen my fair share in my old age. It's poison, and a rare one. It strikes randomly, but I suspect it comes from the river. The problem is, there is no natural cure for it, and the town wizard refuses to believe me." With that, he grows pensive and sullen again, settling back down with his drink.
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Let's go see this wizard.
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You head out of the tavern, and find yourselves in the midst of a busy medieval city. It is night time, but the area you find yourself in is still busy. You appear to be next to a wide river, running out of the nearby mountains, obviously a main method of trade. The city extends away from you, on the east bank of the river (your side, still) and up a hill to a sturdily looking castle. Many people are still milling around, some blatantly drunk, others performing tasks. "Finding said wizard, might be a little of a problem," ghost comments.
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Edited by JealousOrc: 6/29/2016 4:31:19 AMShouldn't he have a house?
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"That's where the problem is," sneers a gravelly voice from behind you. Turning, you see a well built man, completely concealed within a long cloak. The cowl leaves his face entirely in shadows. "The wizard is the king's personal Mage, and the arrogant prick refuses to deal with commoners, unless the king puts them through. Usually an audience with the king isn't to hard to get, but with the plague spreading, he isn't seeing anyone."
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Do you know where he is?
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"The palace of course. But good luck breaking in there. Trust me, I tried."
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Hmmm, why break in? [b]i clearly have an idea[/b] Take us to the palace.
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The man, although you can't see his face, sneers, "and why should I help you?"
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Well, you can get in too and do whatever it is you wanted. And we could just go there ourselves so either way it's just a free ticket in.
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The hooded stranger shakes his head. "You want to talk to the accursed wizard, have him help. I must kill him."
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Why do you need to kill him?
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The man looks up at you, and for the first time you catch a glimpse of his face. It is as pale as death, and gaunt. Yet his sunken eyes burn with a flaming determination. "Because that is justice, for what he has done."
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What did he do? Quit being confusing.
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Edited by autoson2000: 6/30/2016 7:31:07 PMThe man shakes his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
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JUST TELL ME!!!
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The glares. "Fine. But if I tell you, you can't try and kill me, or get in my way when I kill my brother."
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UGHHHH FINE! Wait? Brother?
