[EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire
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				Title: <strong>[EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 06:23:29</strong>
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				(A note to the reader: this game is likely to involve extreme violence and gore, though not in any sexual sense.&nbsp; HackMaster also has very detailed critical hit tables, so mutilation isn't entirely out of the question.)<br><br>Ania Oltin's day could have been going better, as the sun rose high in the sky.&nbsp; Being an adventurer was dangerous enough for those who could afford decent equipment, and lately she hadn't found herself among that privileged few.<br><br>On the plus side, she'd finally reached North Havenshire.&nbsp; As cities went, it wasn't much -- certainly nothing compared to Twin Forks, to the east.&nbsp; There was no stone wall around the outside, just a wooden palisade.&nbsp; But it was large enough to have something resembling a market, and merchants who might carry the sort of weapons that serious warriors were interested in.<br><br>Just after the smiling guards waved her through the gate, she overheard them saying something about a "gate tax" to the people coming into town behind her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 06:38:50</strong>
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				(I'm fine with that. :D Such is what I agreed to when I opened your thread to begin with.)<br><br>Ania glanced backwards with a faint smile as she entered North Havenshire. <em>Maybe my day's looking up after all.</em> She grinned to herself, looking up at the sky and thinking of the gods out there before looking again at what lay before her. There was much for her to do to prepare... she had to somehow make herself some money so she could replace her sword. She hadn't expected to lose it to an acid-belching monstrosity of an insect on the road. Being down to her axe made her uncomfortable; sure, she could use it well enough, but it was no cleaver like her sword.<br><br>Pulling her straps tight, she set into the town, looking for other adventurers and places to make money... or, perhaps, men to make money off of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 07:10:15</strong>
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				(I know, but details are required in the first post of Extreme threads.)<br><br>There was a fair-sized tavern -- really, the city's only tavern -- not far from the gate, and as everyone knows, taverns have ever been the essential gathering place for adventurers.&nbsp; Not far away was the market square, where a handful of merchants, mostly men, hawked their wares from blankets or wooden stalls.<br><br>Near the market was a blacksmith's shop, which was obvious enough due to the fact that it was one of the few buildings in town actually built from stone.&nbsp; Smoke rose from the chimney.&nbsp; There was almost certainly a general store somewhere in town, but it wasn't so obvious that Ania could spot it immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 07:24:19</strong>
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				Ania headed to the tavern for now, then, looking for job prospects - perhaps a board of posts and bills, and crier, or some other similar venue - all the while keeping her eye out for particularly enamored bozos that she could 'politely suggest' a few things to. If she had it her way, she'd carry out a task, play a few games, or beat someone in a contest to make money - though, if things were a bit dry, she'd happily resort to a little seduction. <em>Life is always more interesting when it's fun, after all.</em><br><br>While she was looking for said prospects, she also started observing how people were reacting to her. She'd have to pay attention to get enough coin to get herself another cleaving sword. And boy did she want one of those bad.<br><br>(If nothing interesting is spotted, she goes into the tavern)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 21:35:12</strong>
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				There were plenty of people walking around town, though no town criers were in evidence.&nbsp; Ania, as usual, drew plenty of stares as she walked through the town.<br><br>The tavern actually had a board posted near the door, with various papers nailed haphazardly to it.&nbsp; They might well have been advertising some sort of work, but it was hard to tell, since Ania couldn't read.<br><br>Someone to her left cleared his throat softly; a young half-elven man with fairly short dark hair.&nbsp; He was unassuming, but good-looking enough, and dressed in a fairly clean tunic and breeches.&nbsp; "Excuse me," he said.&nbsp; "You're new in town, aren't you?"&nbsp; He smiled, only a touch nervously.&nbsp; "Do you need someone to show you around?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 03:24:09</strong>
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				Ania frowned at the board, curious. After glancing about for someone to read the board, she smiled at the half-elven man that approached. "Oh, well, yes, I am." She shrugged a little, acting slightly embarrassed. "I'm actually trying to find some work and make some quick coin." She flashed him the brightest smile she could muster, though it wasn't too difficult with his looks. "Do you know if any of these," here she gestures to the board, "are advertising work?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 09:01:21</strong>
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				"Oh?&nbsp; Sorry, I can't read much."&nbsp; The half-elf shrugged.&nbsp; "You're not exactly looking for a woodcutting job, right?&nbsp; I guess...well, there's always a bounty on orcs.&nbsp; Never seen enough of 'em to hit the walls, but the greenskins like to pick on travelers outside.&nbsp; They pay a whole two gold for a pair of orc ears!"&nbsp; He paused, seemingly thinking.&nbsp; "Actually, I heard someone came into town earlier today.&nbsp; Looking for adventurers, you know.&nbsp; That sort.&nbsp; He's probably in the Greased Unicorn."&nbsp; The young man motioned toward the tavern, which did indeed have a sign featuring a crudely-drawn unicorn.<br><br>---<br><br>The young gray elf called Ildefonse the Erudite had finally arrived at the human settlement of North Havenshire.&nbsp; The wooden palisade loomed before him, along with a pair of surly-looking, halberd-wielding gate guards.<br><br>"Gate tax's a silver," one of them told him bluntly.&nbsp; "Plus half a gold fer every weapon."&nbsp; He nodded meaningfully at the elf's dagger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 09:13:13</strong>
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				She shook her head. "Not something so mundane, if I can help it..." She grinned, flashing her teeth and eyes. "Orcs. That sounds more like my kind of fun." She snickered a little. "Though I suppose I should find what this sod wants first, since he's closer..." Ania glanced over toward the Unicorn. "Know what he looks like, by chance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 16:48:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21037.msg830561#msg830561">Quote from: Jefepato on 24-09-2008, 09:01:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Gate tax's a silver," one of them told him bluntly.&nbsp; "Plus half a gold fer every weapon."&nbsp; He nodded meaningfully at the elf's dagger.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Giving the guard a haughty look, Ildefonse drew himself up to his full height.<br><br>"First," he intoned in a bored voice, "it's a tool, not a weapon.&nbsp; As stipulated in Royal Code volume 3 section 56 subsection three paragraph e, spellcaster implements are tools and not subject to taxation as weapons.&nbsp; Therefore a spellcaster, which I am, is not liable for the weapon tax."<br><br>He raised a hand and extended a long, skinny index finger at the sky.<br><br>"Point two, all gate fees and tolls are subject to challenge and inspection, so I would need to see the parchment work on the normal gate fee plus the weapons charge if I were liable for them, which I'm not."<br><br>A second finger joined the first.&nbsp; Then a third, and the young mage's hand moves...as he casts Charm Person on one guard.<br><br>"Point three, I've already paid.&nbsp; Don't you remember?&nbsp; We talked about this the other day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 05:51:14</strong>
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				"Sorry.&nbsp; I didn't see him myself.&nbsp; But the Unicorn's not usually too full, so he shouldn't be that hard to find."&nbsp; He looked uncomfortable.&nbsp; "If you think you're up to whatever he needs adventurers for, I mean."<br><br>----<br><br>The guards looked faintly baffled, which translated rapidly into irritation.&nbsp; It was pretty obvious that neither of them knew or cared about the laws he was citing.<br><br>"Now, listen, long-ears --"&nbsp; The guard blinked a few types rapidly, as the spell somehow failed to take effect.&nbsp; Fortunately, the duo didn't seem to realize what Ildefonse had done.&nbsp; "I don't know what yer trying to pull, but I've never seen you before."&nbsp; He glared at the elf.&nbsp; "Maybe yer right about the knife.&nbsp; But you want in, it's a silver for the gate and two more for wasting our time.&nbsp; Or you can take yer chances out there tonight."<br><br>(The good news is, he needed a natural 20.&nbsp; The bad news is, he got it.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 08:16:12</strong>
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				"Oh, I do." Winking and grinning at him, she waved delightedly. "Thanks for the tip, doll." And with that she headed into the Unicorn.<br><br>Once there, she bellowed out after giving a glance. "Who was looking for adventurers?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-09-2008, 16:16:21</strong>
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				Ildefonse frowns.&nbsp; Oh, well, at least now he hasn't technically broken a rule...<br><br>"If you wish to be paid, let me pass.&nbsp; When I gain appropriate remuneration for the business that called me here, you shall receive what you ask.&nbsp; If I do not gain entrance, you will assuredly not receive any manner of payment...although I will certainly remember to write letters to persons of high station suggesting a review of personal character for all present toll-takers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 17:07:40</strong>
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				The tavern wasn't all that loud before Ania entered, not being very full at that time of day, but it went quiet as she began shouting.&nbsp; The bartender, a scarred, surly-looking dwarf with a long black beard, stared at her for a long moment before picking up a glass and beginning to clean it with a rag.<br><br>A dignified-looking human in his fifties, wearing a traveling cloak and bearing a staff, got to his feet from one of the tables.&nbsp; "I am," he said hesitantly, looking her over.&nbsp; "You're...a warrior, I take it?"<br><br>----<br><br>The guard snorts.&nbsp; "'I'll pay you later?'&nbsp; Yeah, I fell for that one once, when I was green.&nbsp; Cough up or stay out, makes no difference to me.&nbsp; S'all 'municipal funds' or something, anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 17:21:07</strong>
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				"Oh, very well," Ildefonse rolls his eyes.&nbsp; "Here is your one silver for the gate toll.&nbsp; You tried to improperly charge me for the knife, so you wasted my time as well.&nbsp; Let us call it even."<br><br>He raises an eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 21:04:07</strong>
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				Ania grinned rather broadly, seemingly enjoying the attention or outright ignoring it. It was hard to be sure. She did, however, give the bartender a saucy wink as she walked over to the 'dignified' old man, hefting her axe. "And a fine one at that."<br><br>Ania stood tall in front of him, almost preening, carrying herself with the utmost confidence and self-satisfaction - but sans all the haughtiness. For the most part, anyway.<br><br>"And you're needing one, I take it?" She gave him a more tooth-filled grin, as if showing her fierce assets as her mark of employability.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 07:23:03</strong>
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				The dwarf didn't respond.&nbsp; He just kept on cleaning the glass.&nbsp; It looks exactly like the same glass that every bartender in Garweeze Wurld cleans when he has nothing better to do.<br><br>"At least one."&nbsp; The man cleared his throat, and did a fair job of looking her in the eye.&nbsp; "I'm from Perrin's Crossing -- our town's west of here.&nbsp; If you're from far away I suppose you wouldn't know it."&nbsp; He supposed rightly.&nbsp; "But, just three days ago, creatures started coming out of the woods at night.&nbsp; Dead creatures.&nbsp; I...I never thought things like this happened to normal little towns like ours, but I swear by the gawds it's true.&nbsp; Every night we've had animals what're nothing but bones and rottin' flesh coming into town, and they're vicious buggers too -- we can hardly go outside when the sun's not up!&nbsp; Something's gotta be done."<br><br>----<br><br>The guard started to open his mouth, but his partner grabbed his shoulder, shaking his head quickly and muttering something in his ear.&nbsp; The duo stepped aside to let Ildefonse pass after taking his silver, although he could practically feel their glares on the back of his head as he left them behind.<br><br>The tavern loomed ahead.&nbsp; Ildefonse only got a few strange looks -- elves weren't <em>that</em> uncommon in the City-States, thankfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 15:29:01</strong>
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				Giving the guards the barest minim of courtesy with a nod, Ildefonse goes on his way...and seeks out the nearest tavern in hopes of finding honest employment as soon as possible.&nbsp; His meagre finances cannot take many more such 'gate tolls' and cover his other needs as well for very long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 05:46:20</strong>
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				"Dead things, eh?" Ania rubbed her chin, winking at him with a grin. "Bones cleave easily enough in living things from my axe - I don't see why dead things'd be any different!" She clapped him on the back, laughing. "Let's get going, then!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 08:15:15</strong>
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				"What, right away?"&nbsp; The man coughed as she clapped his back, before straightening rapidly.&nbsp; "If you really think you can take on something as awful as this, we'll be happy to have you.&nbsp; But you're sure you want to just head out now?&nbsp; There's plenty of the beasts, last I saw."<br><br>----<br><br>The tavern wasn't very full.&nbsp; The dwarven bartender shot Ildefonse a disapproving look as he entered, but the dwarf's face looked like it wasn't very accustomed to approval.<br><br>A few tradesmen were conversing around the tavern.&nbsp; Just next to a table near the entrance, an older, worried-looking human man was conversing with a beautiful human woman, the latter clad in leather armor with a fearsome-looking battleaxe at the ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 14:50:28</strong>
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				The first order of business, as far as Ildefonse is concerned, is a drink!&nbsp; He walks to the bar.<br><br>"A pint of ale, if you would be so kind," he says in the Dwarf's general direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 02:21:40</strong>
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				"Undead!"<br><br>An elf in clerical vestments, heretofore sitting peacefully in a darkened part of the tavern, springs forward toward the beautiful woman and much, much less beautiful man.&nbsp; He carries a bow and quiver and holds in his hand a spear, held like a walking stick, and carries himself with a sense of regal self-importance even for an elf.<br><br>"My dear cousin Daric was slain by a walking skeleton in these very parts not three days ago!&nbsp; I shall accompany the dear lady, and together we shall avenge his fallen blood!"&nbsp; He takes the woman's hand and bows his head, kissing her hand in greeting.&nbsp; "I am the Prince-Cleric Astos, at your service."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 04:16:50</strong>
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				"Of course. There's rare to be seen a living thing that wouldn't cower away from my axe! Well..." She chuckles, grinning. "I doubt the unliving would be any different."<br><br>At the approach of the 'Prince?'-Cleric who eagerly kisses her hand, Ania gives him a momentary glance of annoyance before smiling politely. "If you must." Her eyes shifted to the man. "At least, I wouldn't mind the company... if it doesn't split the pay." She looked back to the elf, eying him up and down, appraising his battle-worthiness. He seemed quite pompous - she wondered if he had the prowess to back it up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>11-10-2008, 07:02:58</strong>
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				The dwarf frowned, set down the glass he was cleaning, and knelt to fill a mug from a nearby keg.&nbsp; "Half silver," he grunted, thumping the mug of ale onto the bar in front of Ildefonse.<br><br>It didn't <em>look</em> adulterated, anyway.<br><br>The man looked shocked at Astos's approach.&nbsp; "'Daric?'&nbsp; That young man was your cousin?&nbsp; Wait, how'd you --"&nbsp; He promptly shuts up.&nbsp; "Well...if, er, <em>when</em> you stop the beasts, it's up to you how you divide your pay among yourselves."<br><br>(Ania, of course, doesn't know elven royalty from Adam.<br>If Ildefonse is paying attention, he's <em>pretty</em> sure that there's a high-elven prince named "Astos," but doesn't know anything about him or what he looks like.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 09:24:14</strong>
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				Ania simply lifted her shoulders in a shrug and gave a daring smile. "Guess I'll make do with the charity, then." She winked lightly at the elf and nodded at the old man. "Let's be on with it, then. My axe wants some use."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 18:03:33</strong>
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				"But of course.&nbsp; Revenge is payment enough for myself.&nbsp; Though, you would not begrudge a small tithe to the gawds, would you?"<br><br>He smiles softly, hoping the woman doesn't react too strongly to what should be a simple request.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 18:10:49</strong>
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				Ildefonse pays the surly Dwarf by placing two silver pieces on the bar and passing them to the fellow with two fingers.<br><br>"By the by," he said in a bored tone, hoping to convey a bit of the traditional disdain of Elf for Dwarf without going so far as to insult the barkeep, "would you happen to know if there have been any recruiters passing this way recently?&nbsp; Someone in need of a <em>magus</em>, perhaps."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iofiel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2008, 02:35:23</strong>
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				Ania eyes the elf before shrugging simply. "If the gods favor us, then they may earn the debt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 16:56:28</strong>
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				"Very well then."&nbsp; Astos smiles warmly.&nbsp; "I am ready to depart when you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 20:01:00</strong>
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				The dwarf snagged the coins in an instant, and they promptly disappeared.&nbsp; He regarded Ildefonse with slightly less malice.&nbsp; "Human over there was lookin' for help with 'is town, if'n ya can't hear 'im from here.&nbsp; Some folks like t'put up papers about jobs outside, too.&nbsp; Don't read, so I dunno what they're about."<br><br>----<br><br>The older man straightened.&nbsp; "If you believe the two of you are capable enough to handle the beasts alone, I suppose I can show you the way as soon as you're both ready..."&nbsp; He glanced again around the tavern, before looking to Ania.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 20:05:02</strong>
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				"Is that so?&nbsp; Thank you."<br><br>Ildefonse takes his drink and heads for the indicated table, ears burning with embarrassment--it simply hadn't occurred to him to look for any posted messages!&nbsp; After all, the odds of finding denizens of such sleazy dives who would admit to being literate had always struck him as unlikely...<br><br>Drink in hand, he approached the older Human.<br><br>"You seek the puissant, the potent, and the capable, do you not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 08:11:49</strong>
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				"Er...seek the what?"&nbsp; The human looked bewildered.&nbsp; "I mean, I'm looking for folks who can help our town.&nbsp; If you'd be willing to face down dead critters walking, I'd welcome your help too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] HackMaster - DoAD: Fast Times in North Havenshire</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 14:59:22</strong>
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				"Indeed," Ildefonse nods.&nbsp; "You seek aid from those capable of rendering your problems less immediate.&nbsp; Just so."<br><br>He manages a polite but shallow bow.<br><br>"Ildefonse, at your service."
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