Short bio:
Originally from a noble house in Edgeville. Now well into his 40's, Ezekiel wanted something extra, and calmer out of life. Over the years he's performed many heroic deeds in Arenvale, Misthalin, Asgarnia and Morytania. Now, he's an on and off adventurer, wanting something more, so he dediced that he wants to run a bar, not because he's having a midlife crisis. He actually needs some stable income.
Name of the bar:
The Rusty Anchor, Port Sarim
Serving:
Avarage menu items with nothing much fancy about them, plus a few eastern imported spirits I'll be working on. He's not concidering imports from Karamja in the slightest bit.
What he's willing to do for it: Meeting, buying the building, renting the building, sending a letter, filling in forms, whatever really, it's not like he is a poor man.
The Duchess looked over the application. "A bar?" she murmured.
"Often a stop for pirates. Port security hasn't been the best.."
"Ai. Ai, I know," she nodded, reclining in her chair. "Es not a problem now, t'ough. T'ey 'ave released any prisoners jailed under t'e old law?"
"Yes, Your Grace."
"So you are familiar wit' t'is place, t'en? Hm..." Her gaze fell to the paper once more. "I want 'im to sell t'e Karamjan wares. Es my only condition. I will 'and management over to 'im."
"He doesn't want to pay for the license, Your Grace."
"Non! Es okay? I will approve it myself!" Her gaze narrowed. "But 'e
will
sell t'em..." The Duchess stamped the papers and handed them to her advisor, the signature read:
Approved on the condition the party accepts this Rum License, good for one year at no cost to the recipient. There are a few specific herbs and intoxicants I want you to provide to strengthen moral.
-A.G.
"I have fixed broken men, patched together broken minds, and mended the souls of weeping spirits. Do not tell me what I do is easy, little girl."
~ Christopher Aren
Not to be horrible to void but shouldn't this be on his thread?
Y'know seeing as it was him that gave up the weapons, Asgarnia isn't doing anything unusual in using the amazing gift offered, anyone would do so.
To be honest maybe void had a perfectly valid reason for providing this. The idea that someone might not want anything to do with weapons from the recent civil war that scarred their race is not totally far fetched. Nor is attempting to curry favor with foreign powers using a magnificent gift when your direct neighbor is known to be an aggressive expansionist empire (particularly if you've just been through a destructive civil war and thus prefer to get others to do your fighting for you).
"The greatest endeavors are achieved because of their selfless intent"
Over the past few weeks, Camp Donblas' location has been slowly narrowed down. At first it was the rumors - Careless whispers near the wrong people, of a faction dedicated to patriotism. Plainclothed Knights with a curious inquiry were pointed the rough direction. From there, the assault on Rimmington Mine gave a clear trail back and forth from the camp to the mines as they collected their resources. Additionally, a careless spokeswoman arriving at a form of open court was identified, and the coordinates were locked. Camp Donblas had been located.
It happened, apparently, as they were just marching out to assault Rimmington. A lucky twist of fate had them unprepared, unexpecting, the large regimen of White Knights to step from the trees, surrounding them at all angles. Those that were armed found the crystal bows gifted from the Elves directed their way, shimmering emerald magic forming in the drawn strings. The families were escorted away to be questioned, comforted and returned to their homes. The rebels.. The blood that soaked the earth was that of patriotism gone wrong. Of misguided souls thinking themselves the heroes, when they were in fact the villains. The terrorist faction of Camp Donblas has been brought to an end, and the self-proclaimed Grey that lead them has served as the replacement of those he sought to bury.
It's with a heavy heart that a few Asgarnians were slain, but choices must be made. The number of people saved by this choice far surpass the number of headstones planted.
The Sicarius
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They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.
Camp Donblas attempted to metagame knowledge of Asgarnia sending a regimen of White Knights to eradicate the camp, after initially refusing to go IC. The only announcement made in regards to this assault before the roleplay, was an OOC message through discord. As such, the defeat of Camp Donblas has been carried out through their attempted meta. Sorry to everybody involved.
The Sicarius
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They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.
EDIT; This was in response to a screenshot that Marshal posted, that he apparently took down as I was writing this.
Camp Donblas had, for absolutely no reason without the metagamed knowledge, apparently hidden themselves in foxholes and blew their whole camp to high hell. This was on the scheduled day, same time, that Varis had told me..
Camp Donblas was set to attack Rimmington. At the same time, I was preparing my people to attack Camp Donblas, so I said we could just do them at the same time. As Camp Donblas would be preparing to assault Rimmington, they'd come under ambush by a regimen of 50 White Knights. Now, it makes absolutely no sense for a rebel faction ready to attack Rimmington, to bury themselves and blow their own camp up beforehand. Unless, of course, they metagamed the knowledge that they were being attacked. This is additionally after they gathered at Port Sarim as my side did, at 4pm EST, and refused to go in-character. I made it known to them that they were forfeiting by refusing to RP, so I continued to RP out the scenario, as a courtesy. Offering them the opportunity to go IC and change the pace.
Their response was to metagame. The exact worries I confessed to Varis in his thread "The Patriot", and on discord. He acknowledged that his side was metagaming, and very clearly decided that joining them in it was the best idea. So this is the outcome.
The Sicarius
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They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.