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Weapons: Two primaries: a shortsword and a hammer that is slightly larger than what one would use for working. Both are made out of a red metal that comes from her home dimension but is not all that different from the metals that are worked with in Greenhaven. She also carries four throwing daggers on her belt and two in sheaths strapped to her forearms.

She also owns a gigantic double-bladed battleaxe that she can seemingly call from nowhere. However, it isn’t something that she uses much, since usage of it practically mandates the use of her magical abilities to keep an effective combat stance. Stood straight up, the axe is taller than she is, and the blades extend out farther than her body is wide. It is the only weapon she has that is not made out of metal, as the blades are in fact made out of some kind of bone. That does not diminish the effect, however, as the axe is still as sharp and durable as any made from metal.

Magic: All of Ali’sea’s magic is focused on herself and manipulating the characteristics of her own body. This involves effects such as boosting her own strength, speed, increasing the durability of her body, heightening her senses, and so on. The cost of using such effects goes with the principle of equivalent exchange: for the amount of time spent with heightened abilities, she must spend an equal recovery time with lessened ones. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

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Inferi

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Short History: There’s not much to say about Ali’sea. She showed up in Greenhaven a while back, and ended up working with the Guard on a few matters of law. Although she was never quite clear about why she wanted to work with them, she did a very good job at both defending herself and keeping others safe, and despite her appearance it became clear that she was a more competent fighter than most of the Guard. Earning trust from those in command allowed her access to positions of authority, and she accepted them when they were offered to her. Many don’t like the fact that they are taking orders from what appears to be a young teenager, but her effective combat ability as well as genuine concern for the town’s citizens has helped to alleviate much of that.

Other: The sky is still an oddity to her, both day and night.

Inferi | Ali'sea Neacani | Unknown | Female | Guards | 5-6 Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

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Inferi

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. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

29-Jun-2015 08:07:51 - Last edited on 30-Jun-2015 22:21:42 by Inferi

NotFishing

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((Guthix - Elves live up to 300 years old, which means Lyna would have the appearance of a ten year old girl at that age. You need to change it. Also, while the keep does have servants working in it, no knight has a servant directly working for them.

Venom, I was probably a bit vague on the whole Scroll of Protection thing. Scrolls are only good for a month and must be renewed when the time runs out.

Anyways, I've decided to slightly change the city's layout. There is no castle, it's just the keep. The king, his knights and their squires, as well as the servants reside there.

For all knight characters, you have the option of giving them a squire. This doesn't have to be a full character. If you want your character to have a squire just give a brief description of their age, background, and appearance. Squires accompany the knights, following their horse on foot, and won't be engaging directly in the fighting

Let us begin!))

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Greenstone Keep - Tuesday, 7:00 AM

Sir Darius stood by the keep's entrance, dressed in full armor save for his helmet which he held in his hands. He had an imposing figure, standing at about six foot five and being very muscular. He was twenty eight years old, with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a clean shaven face.

Despite being one of the most reputable and skilled knights, his armor wasn't very extravagant. While many of his comrades had decorated their armor, particularly their helmets, his was plain, for he was a man of simple taste. His weapon of choice was a longsword crafted from fine steel, and he had the standard issue Greenhaven shield which all knights were required to wield.

The three other knights who would accompany him on this mission would soon be here. He doubted they would be late, since knights were known for their discipline. But for now, he only had the company of the two guards who watched over the entrance - and neither offered much in the way of conversation. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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The Sleeping Goblin Inn - Monday, 8:00 PM

It was on this night that Andrew Basset would find himself in the Sleeping Goblin Inn. Regardless of the reason, he was there. And on this particular night, he would just so happen to overhear a particularly loud conversation. The slight accent of the man speaking suggested he came from the country.

"Oh yes, I'm from Daralt!" The man was going on, taking a sip from a mug of ale. "But things aren't quite right there. Weird things are happening on the farms. Crops are being trampled, fences broken, and animals disappearing, leaving nothing but bloodstains! Why, just the other day my fence was smashed down. Several of my cattle were killed and most had ran off. We rounded some up and brought them back, but some we couldn't find and by the end of the day I only had half of them left. I don't know what I'm gonna do now..."

"So why are you here?" A woman questioned.

"Daralt's resident knight sent me." He explained. "To ask the king for reinforcements. Or at the very least, get him to spread the word that there's some sort of monster on the loose and see if any adventurers, sellswords, or heroes are up for the task."

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Edward Veliath's Mansion - Monday, 10:00 AM

Edward Veliath sat at his desk, examining the reports of his various agents and spies. He was a rugged man - he had the look of someone who had grown up into a rough life on the streets. He was middle aged and had black hair, blue eyes, some stubble for facial hair, slightly tan skin, and a scar running from under his left eye to the bottom of his cheek. But despite his thuggish appearance, he was dressed in fine clothing similar to what a noble or wealthy merchant would wear.

Looking over the reports, a few newcomers had entered the city, nothing strange there. But his eyebrows rose when he read of a dwarf named Balmor Highrock.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Apparently, the dwarf was some sort of thief - the spies had gathered that much about him. That was odd, considering most dwarves were known to have an inherent clumsiness when it came to anything stealth related. But his race wasn't a concern. A freelance thief in the city was unpredictable, and Veliath hated unpredictable.

His eyebrows then rose even further. Henry Goran, one of the wealthiest nobles in the city, continued to refuse to buy a scroll of protection. That was the second time in a row now. None of the agents had decided to target it on their own free will, so now he'd have to order one. Apparently his estate had a considerable amount of guards.

His eyebrows had only been lowered for a few seconds before they rose slightly yet again. Allen Jones, captain of the Greenhaven City Watch in the Middle District, was still actively trying to bring The Organization down. He had refused all bribes and The Organization's spies and agents were unable to dig up any dirt to blackmail him with. Apparently he had joined the city watch for "the right reasons", had an exemplary service record, was a man of honour, had no black marks on his background, and was just an all around great guy. He had to die.

Sighing, Edward opened one of the drawers on his desk. He produced four sheets of paper and an enchanted quill that could produce ink on its own, and began writing.

Another effect of the enchantment was that the ink dried almost immediately. When he was finished, he took each sheet, carefully folded it, and put it in an envelope. Then on each envelope he wrote a name. Annie Wells, Azrael Hawk, Ragnar, and Balmor Highrock.

Then he called forth three messengers to send them out. For Azrael and Ragnar, the instructions were quite simple - come to his mansion an hour before sundown. For Annie, it was a bit more complicated.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

04-Jul-2015 02:22:12

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She had also been given Balmor's letter, and her letter said that she needed to sneak up on Balmor and place his letter in his pocket. Why Annie? Well, she had been one of the spies watching him in the first place, and thus would know his patterns and habits. The letter addressed to Balmor would also tell him to be at the mansion an hour before sundown, but it would also imply that there would be severe consequences if he did not.

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((So, there we go. I think I covered everyone. It's currently Spring, some time during May. Since these stories aren't all unfolding in the same day I won't give a specific date.

Oh, Guthix, another thing I forgot to add - Lyna won't be accompanying Cain on missions, sorry. Servants don't follow knights into battle. You can, however, put her in the same pub where I had Venom's character overhear the conversation, and she can tag along for that adventure.)) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

04-Jul-2015 02:28:38

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Annie went out to start her new mission with her all her weapons and her pack. She had the letter in her pocket for Balmor so she can put it in his pocket. So she went to town and found him because she knows his patterns and habits. She followed him quietly until she the right time to put the letter in his pocket. -Dances-

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Andrew absentmindedly drummed his fingers along the oaken surface of the bar top. He was in his generic daytime attire, and he seemed like any other pub crawling drunk who just needed time away from the wife. Sometimes he would come here on slow nights to see if any interesting figures came around, namely any agents of the Organization. He sometimes overheard whispers, but never anything concrete. Anyway, it was a good idea to be seen as a normal, everyday lust-filled alcoholic. It would lessen any suspicion from any prying eyes.

Tonight he heard something else that caught his interest. Some farmer from Daralt was trying to recruit a few sword hands to apprehend a pig-snatching beast. Such a thing wasn't exactly rare, but if this thing was killing as much livestock as the man claimed, then it could ruin quite a few people's livelihoods. Perhaps he could shift his attention from crime in the slums to this. And he had a shop assistant who knew how to run things if he was away, which Andrew had told him might happen every now and then.

He gulped down the last half of his mead and sauntered over to the man from Daralt. With a subtle sleight of hand he swiped a brimmed wool cap off the head of an unconscious bar patron slumped over the counter, and slipped it onto himself as if he had been carrying it behind his back. He adopted a moderate slouch and a sharp scowl. There was nobody around who knew him, so he could invent a persona without being questioned. "I'm Jason." Andrew introduced his fake identity, and tried to imitate a seaman's accent as best he could. He didn't expect a farmer to know a genuine one from a fake. "I'm from Port Terran. Been lookin' for some action. I'm up for it." Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

04-Jul-2015 05:15:48

Guthix SS4

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Walking through the market district, was the dwarf known as Balmor Highrock. The dwarf walked up to a stall and looked through what the person was selling. Meanwhile, standing next to others that are also browsing the selection.

Balmor looked an scanned the selection looking for something to steal. He sighed there wasn't much valuable it was a food stand. So he took some bread and walked away through the crowd of people. Being as small as he is, he could hide in a crowd. Balmor needed a score, something big to rob. So he could live more easily

He walked down a lone dark alley turned the corner and pulled off his crossbow and now waited, to see if anyone was following him.

Balmor knew was a lone thief would attract attention and knew sooner or later the organization would send someone to find him. So every once in a while he walked down an alley to see if anyone was following he wanted to catch any messenger that would follow him.

and nothing was spoiled

04-Jul-2015 17:58:03

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