MDRud216 Posted May 4, 2004 Share Posted May 4, 2004 After downing the ale Jaun returns to his room. He had quite a bit of heavy furs about, and decided to leave them in the room until he returned. He fitted his hide boots and dressed in one thin layer of wolf fur. It was gray and black, reaching just above his knees and was bound tightly around his waist with a hemp(I can replace "hemp with something more er.. local if you supply me with a name) cord. Soon he was out the door, the bustle of early morning duties was begining to stir up, risky. He began to search for the garrison HQ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted May 4, 2004 Author Share Posted May 4, 2004 OOC: Hemp cord is to the mideval ages as duct tape is to the Information Age, it is inseperable from any surrounding. Therefor, I could not object to that. But what do you want me to say? Bear intestines made to string? Not very pleasing with the ladies MDRud216.. *sighs at him* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted May 4, 2004 Share Posted May 4, 2004 ooc: can you edit that and include where/if/how/ I find the garrison... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted May 4, 2004 Author Share Posted May 4, 2004 Unauthorized citizens, that includes people who have a criminal record, are not allowed in the complex. No, you can't get in there, they don't like you!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted May 4, 2004 Share Posted May 4, 2004 frustrated, Jaun walks the port-town, watching out for any hunting shop... and at last his search paid off... as jaun walked in the door the owner nodded in his direction. "I am looking for bows, what are your prices?" ooc: I will edit this if you don't want the hunting shop thing, I don't know how far I can go as to saying what I find Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chunky_Moose Posted May 4, 2004 Share Posted May 4, 2004 OOC: Ok, only mechanical traps on the door. IC: Julius stood frozen in horror at his own name written bloodily on the wall. After a few minutes, he pacs backwards, leaves the room and starts to wander aimlessly through the labyrinthine corridors of the fortress. He does not go far when he sees a guard running towards him. He almost collapses with relief and starts to jog towards the guard. However, something was wrong, the guard was not smiling withn relief like Julius was but was charging at him with his sword pointed at his throat. At the last moment, Julius realises what was happening and raises his shield but he fell to the floor nevertheless from the force of the blow. He thrusts out his sword blindly but it hits the guard in the groin and he doubles over and reels backwards. Julius springs to his feet, kicks the guards in the face with his heavily armoured boot. The guard is knocked unconcious. Julius sprints out from the fortress and into the busy city of Ganmok. He has a feeling that he is now a wanted criminal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted May 4, 2004 Author Share Posted May 4, 2004 JuanOOC: It's fine, I laid it out that there were things for sale, weapons included. It would be more like a fletchers storefront though.. Or some other equivalent.. So thats what I'll go on... A man inside, sittting at a workbench near the far wall, twists and cranes his neck to peer over at you. He is an older gentelman, probably working in his trade for years on end. Beside him on the workbengh are countless odds and ends, superb fletching tools, as one might see with a master crafts men. After a moment of appraising you, the man sets down his work and walks over to you. You notice that his step is rather brisk, even in his old age, but it is no more then a trifle. "Yes, yes," he says in a hawkish voice, "what would you be need'n there, sir?" Julius OOC: Seems like you have this planned out for the most part, just remember to keep it "generic". Race is always human, no magic. Other then that, just make your way out of the city, I will guide you through the wilds from there.. But I will controll that, as I am the one that knows what is in the wilds.. Not you. ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted May 4, 2004 Share Posted May 4, 2004 "a bow," Jaun says annoyed that he had to repeat himself. 300 Posts!!! I am catching up with you peregrine, it will be just like the tortise and the hare.... before a hellbird swoops down and santches one with its mighty talons (+ 5). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadow of the Fallen Posted May 5, 2004 Author Share Posted May 5, 2004 The man ingnors not only your scowl, but seems as though he did not hear you the first time. Perhaps he was hard of hearing and only picked up on the sound of your vioce and not the actual words. Now though, he needs no words, and turns with a knowing look to his shop. You hear him rummaging around in the back of the building, along walls, and even under the counter before you. Soon, he returns, a sturdy looking bow in hand. The wood seems of a high quality, excellent tension, though it is not carved in any ornate patterns or such. The bows workmanship lies not in the carving, but in the contours of the crafting, the actual bow itself would look grand to the untrained eye. The man lays the bow on the counter, and the string. He holds up four fingers on his left hand, extending the other, palm up, out to you. He must be wanting money. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MDRud216 Posted May 5, 2004 Share Posted May 5, 2004 "arrows," Jaun says before even considering payment... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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