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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 9:09 am
"I'll stay somewhere close by, so I can hear any break-ins, or at the least, be informed by screaming townspeople."
He was also worried about having another nightmare like the one in the tavern, it wouldn't do to have that again.
"Be safe, you can't walk in tomorrow any more badly beaten then you are. Pray it goes well, to whatever God you worship out here."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 1:07 pm
Bronwyn laughed and shook her head at Ishod.
"The closest inn is the Mare's Head, and you would be more likely to be attacked there than I am at my apartment." She nodded to the building just ahead of them, and smiled at Ishod.
"Besides, you wouldn't heard any screaming from the townspeople in this neighborhood." She paused a moment before continuing. "Look, if you're that worried, come in and have a look for yourself that there's no one lying in wait for me. I can promise my apartment has defenses enough to keep out all but the most determined." She stopped in front of the slightly run-down building and looked at him expectantly. "If not, then I think I am going to bid you goodnight and go to bed before anything else happens."
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 8:32 pm
Ishod sniffed at looked with little worry on the old building. "I should come in, but I believe you, do be careful though, it'll be a sporting adventure trying to find you should you be abducted, and harder to explain if you turn up dead." with that he put his hand on her should lightly (aware that there may be a bruise under his hand.
"I bid you farewell..." he said looking into her eyes, and then he turned and started walking, "I'll be back first thing in the morning, if not you'll find me at...Mare's head?"
He waved behind his back.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 11:16 pm
Bronwyn smiled at him again and watched him walk away, an odd feeling in her gut. She shook away the thought.
"Sleep well." She said as he walked away.
Bronwyn slipped into the old building and climbed up to the slightly rickety stairs, past a group of thugs heading to their next job and an old ex-adventurer who nodded to her. She opened the door to her two-room apartment with a sigh and walked in, locking the three locks behind her and turning to the table near the door. On it sat a bowl with a deep blue marble submersed in what looked like water. She pressed it once, and it immediately began to hum, projecting a sphere around the table as high as the ceiling. She slid the table infront of the door, so the magic would guard the doorway and headed to her bedroom. She unbuckled her weapon belt and laid it next to her bed before lying down, exhaustion claiming her as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 5:06 am
Ishod found himself wandering the streets for a while, wondering just how near the tavern was, until finally he just opted climbing on top of a roof and finding a flat place to lay down.
His veiw of the city was one of tranquility, he always loved the two-faced deal he had with cities, peaceful by night, war-ridden by morning.
He had kept tabs on the Goblet and Bronwyn's place, so when he would wake, he'd know where to go.
Shuffling his pack off and laying his head on it, he looked at the sky until drifting off.
((Our characters are now a day ahead of everyone else's...do we need to start a "Next Day in Rinon" thing until they catch up?))
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 8:42 am
((I put a note in the OOC thread, and I'm thinking we wait a day or so and give people a chance to respond before we continue.))
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 9:53 pm
((Screw it. I'm going on. Obviously no one else is interested in RPing.))
Boom. Thud. Shudder. Fall. Thump. Curse.
Disoriented, Bronwyn found herself lying on the floor of her bedroom, wide awake. She surged to her feet, grabbing her sword from the table next to her bed. Somewhere in the next room she heard cursing, and the nearly rickety building was still shaking somewhat. Smoke curled around the bottom of the doorframe to her bedroom.
Cautiously, Bronwyn stalked forward, reaching a steady hand out to open the door. The room beyond was a disaster, littered with the smoking remains of her wards and the intruders. There were four of them this time, and only two were still alive. One was lying on his side, hugging a shattered leg to his chest, while the other one was on his back, looking dazed. Blood trickled down his forehead from his head.
Bronwyn gave a sigh and shook her head. She walked over to the man with the bleeding leg and rolled him over with her foot. She held her sword over his head.
"Good morning to you too."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:59 pm
Ishod twitched.
His dreams were normal, but something felt...off.
Something felt off about it all, and he couldn't place it.
What was going wrong?
HE woke with a start just in time to see a star falling, upon the dissapearance of this star, he gripped his chest in pain and felt an overwhelming sadness encompass him.
Someone close to him had just died.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:01 pm
Bronwyn gave a sigh and stared down at the two men. She had interrogated the coherent one, but he was either a very good actor or he really didn't know anything. Apparently, he was a hired thug, paid by a seedy figure wearing a deep hood. Bronwyn sighed. She hated cliches, but she didn't think he had been lying either.
The other man was still too dazed to speak, and Bronwyn doubted he'd snap out of it anytime soon. He had recieved a lot of the psychic and physical blasts and was likely injured for life. She didn't feel any remorse, though. She knew exactly what would have happened had they come across her asleep, and it wouldn't have been pretty.
She walked over to where she'd tied up the two survivors and crouched down near the coherent one.
"What were you supposed to do after you killed me?" She asked calmly. The man wet his lips, his eyes darting around wildly for a moment like a trapped animal.
"We was sup'osed ta meet 'im in the Slums." He said finally. "Near the Meat Shop ta get the rest 'a the money."
Bronwyn nodded, straightening up again. She walked back to her room and started putting on her swordbelt, wondering what to do with the intruders while she investigated whoever was trying to knock her off. She glanced through the doorway at the men, wondering where Ishod was when she needed him.
She gave a sigh and started looking for the directions for the Pasha's meeting that she'd need after investigating in the Slums. It was looking like a busy day.
((not the greatest post...sorry...))
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:56 pm
As Ishod could no longer get to sleep, he stayed up looking down at the alley that lead to Bronwyn's apartment.
Before he dozed he noticed a group of men making way down the path, silently, no merry-making at all. Though the site was strange, Ishod couldn't help but drift, and awoke later when he heard a loud curse come from the alley.
The day had started.
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