Pathfinder: On the waterfront
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				Title: <strong>Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fallensaviour</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 13:34:08</strong>
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				<em>The city-state of Bridgeport is known for 2 things.&nbsp; Its unique construction, as a town built on 5 gargantuan bridges spanning a seaside cove with a cliff face, and its port.&nbsp; The town lives almost entirely on the fact that it is the only established port between the 2 main continents (to be named later).&nbsp; Unfortunately for the citizens the shipping leaving the city is being sunk before reaching its final destination.&nbsp; The king has sent out a call for help from the citizens to work as security to make sure the ships reach their destination.<br></em><br><br>The sun is rising over the city-state of Bridgeport.&nbsp; The town has slowly been dying.&nbsp; All cargo ships leaving town over the last 2 weeks have been sunk due to unknown circumstances.&nbsp; &nbsp;For this reason the king has sent out a call to all the citizens and even offering to commute some prisoners sentences to time served for this vital service to the city.&nbsp; You find yourself awaking in your usual state...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 19:42:58</strong>
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				Altrian Taunhause awoke in his little shack down on the first bridge, awake before the sun had even risen. He went about his daily routine as normal getting ready to go out on another fishing expedition when he saw the captain of their boat waiting at the pier. "Sorry boys, no more fishin' till this stuff get's itself all worked out. We gonna be stayin' in port til the King hisself say it be safe again. So you boys had better start lookin' fer work!" With that he shooed them all away. Altrian was very disappointed, fishing had been all he had done with his life, he'd never settled down, didn't have any surviving family, he didn't know what to do. He had recieved a small amount of education, he knew his letters so perhaps he could work with the Kingdom. Deciding to go to the Guard Post on the first Bridge near his home he picked up his kit that he had assembled to help keep the fishing boat clear of some of the more nefarious types of sea people. He was walking to the guard post when he heard the Town Crier call out a need for adventurer's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 20:00:31</strong>
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				<strong>Seyaln</strong><br><br>She ran her hands over the lute, playing out a few tunes as she strode through the streets. She was feeling much better, a writ of release in her back, all her goods returned. Well most of them, apparently her winnings against Lord Lelynn were still confiscated. She sighed, it wasn't fair. She hadn't been cheating, and the old drunkard was a terrible gambler. Who apparently couldn't tell the difference between a Six and Nine on 'Cripple Mr. Onion.'<br><br>She walked up to the pier to consider her next move. Banned by the guard from gambling for half a year.<br><br>"Bloody unfair." She grumbled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 21:55:56</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br>More then happy with myself as I am busy carrying 4 large books and exiting the bookstore I got them from. This is going to keep me nice and busy for the next few days! All hunkered down at the small temple of Irori, reading books and tending to manuscripts and other dealings. Happily walking down the street and bypassing most people, with my large supple chest hidden behind the stacks of books, my red laid skirt swishing in the air with each of my steps. <br><br>Coming out of my joy when I hear a ruckus up ahead, blinking up some and through my glasses to see what the problem is. Apparently a bunch of stranglers and other misfits are busy listening to a Town Crier at a guard post, talking about the need for adventurers to free up the shipping lanes. <br><br>Such a bother that mess is! It is delaying books from getting into the city, and that cannot stand! Walking off to the side and setting down the books, going to stick around for now and listen in on the details and nuances of the adventuring that is needed. My white button down blouse straining to hold in my more then ample cleavage, as I busy myself with a stretch before taking a spot right next to my stack of books. <br><br>Sighing to myself and at the world, and seeing the crowd grow even larger. Grabbing hold of my kneecap long blond hair and combing it to past the time, while listening to the call and the details within. <br><br>(http://img2.gelbooru.com//images/820/388c3fb15ce8a047aec39f7ba1e04765.jpg?1019672)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 23:26:28</strong>
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				<strong>Shan</strong><br><br>&nbsp; Ralf woke her. The eidolon, not having to sleep, was impatient to get out and do something.<br>&nbsp; Shan was in a small room she rented, on the outskirts of the city. She never liked the inns. Wishing to stay a few days in the city, to give herself rest from the road, she went from home to home and found this housing. Bridgeport had a lot of visitors and so a lot of locals had the rooms ready.<br>&nbsp; Now, from a few days of enjoing her foots on the ground this stay turned into an indefinite bide, making her restless. Markets has been sifted, temples visited, street plays seen.<br>&nbsp; Once she tried, in a quiet bay to the north-east, to turn Ralf into a fish. If was fun, exploring the seabottom thru his eyes, except she almost passed out after a few seconds.<br>&nbsp; She bought a book in a temple, "Stories from the planes", and has been reading it. She explored the town at night. She wrote letters home. She played table games in the local tavers. She did everything there was there to do and still the goal of her journey was not getting closer.<br>&nbsp; Presently, she put on her vestments, a white airy coat she bought for walks in the city, and went out. "Let's try find something to do, Ralf", she called to the eidolon, whom she made in a form close enought to pass for a blackish furry dog, so that he could run the streets without hassle.<br>&nbsp; The morning was sunny, the streets empty. With hidden doubts, she directed her steps towards the center of the city, where life was more active and there was a chance to find some temporary occupation until this business with closed travel would solve itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fallensaviour</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 01:21:43</strong>
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				"HEAR YE!! HEAR YE!!&nbsp; THE KING HAS SENT OUT A CALL FOR AIDE FROM YOU THE CITIZENS AND TOWNSPEOPLE OF BRIDGEPORT!!&nbsp; WE ARE PRESENTLY IN NEED OF PEOPLE TO PROTECT TRADE SHIPS LEAVING OUR FAIR CITY.&nbsp; AS A REWARD YOU WILL BE PAYED 50 GOLD PIECES PER DAY OF TRAVEL WHEN THE SHIP REACHES ITS DESTINATION.&nbsp; THOSE INTERESTED IN THIS CIVIL SERVICE PLEASE GO TO THE CASTLE AT HIGH SUN."&nbsp; The criers all over the city yell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 01:50:09</strong>
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				<strong>Seyaln</strong><br><br>50 gold crowns a day? Seyaln's ears perked at that as she looked down at her meager earnings as she had played. Few tavern owners were interested in the content she had at the moment, as she hadn't acquired a good collection of the local songs. Not, she noted wryly as she picked on one piece of bark from her collection of coppers and such and flicked it out of sight. <br><br>"I am sure they will need healers and wily folk on such an expedition." She told herself cheerfully as she fastened her armored jack and started towards the castle, High Sun wasn't too far off she reckoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 03:57:05</strong>
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				Altrian couldn't believe his ears, 50 gold pieces a day?! That was more than a month's worth of a salary. Most of his equipment he had either bought or taken from unsuccessful pirates when they tried to take what fish they had captured. He knew that they would need people who could fight on ship and decided this would be his best chance. He hurried home and gave the key to his landlord saying that he would be gone for a long time and headed down to the castle. High Noon was quickly approaching, and with all haste made his way there with all that he owned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 14:40:49</strong>
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				A funny looking little guy was shouting something at the small plaza near the end of the bridge. Shan went closer, near enough to catch the words. Ralf went even closer, almost to the guy himself, still curious of the common language which was somewhat new to him. Big "dog" appearing gave little guy a start, but he went on.<br><br>So, the authorities are finally doing something about the problem. Shan was very interested in how this would resolve. Yet, isn't it a bit strange that they are seeking volunteers? Surely, such a big port city would have its own ways to keep the seas safe. Had they failed already? Is the whole affair just to attract a cannon fodder? After all, a dead person needs no pay. Nah, it makes no sense, unless there is some trick at work, like hiring them as a bait.<br>Unless they just need extra men to strengthen their existing patrols?<br><br>"Curiosity killed the cat", Shan thought. But already she was too curious and, seeking the way out of this city, she couldn't pass the chance to learn more of what was going on. The castle wasn't far from where she was going, but after some thought she turned back to fetch her weapons. If anything, she wouldn't look like a bystander with them on.<br><br>...<br><br>As Shan got closer to the castle, in her hide shirt, backpack on and weapons fixed to the belt, she noticed a lad strolling easily and yet determinately in the same direction and in a similar attire: he had a large backpack and a look of adventure about him. <em>Must be one of the volunteers for the job</em>, Shan thought.<br>He was taller and walked faster, she had to speed up considerably trying not to loose him to the narrow streets. This part of the city had a life boiling, people of diverse breed were going after their jobs, browsing street markets, talking with each other, begging, or just standing there.<br>"Hey!", Shan cried after the man, when it became too awkward for her to mince behind and she made her mind that it would be better coming in a company, "Pal! You're going to the castle on this ships business, don't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 09:59:20</strong>
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				Hrm... isn't this interesting! 50 gp a day!? I could afford so many books! Giggling with delight as I wander off back to our small temple to drop off the books and collect everything I would need for such a venture. Once that is finished and I say my goodbyes, I wander off to the castle and get in some excitement!<br><br>Been reading too many adventure books, and want to do more towards experiencing the life!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 19:45:39</strong>
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				He looked surprised as a woman addressed him. "Is you talking to me miss." He said looking over at her trying to gauge whether or not he wanted to be seen with her, and checked his coin purse just in case. "I'm just wantin' to go back to fishin' is all and if it means going to find out this misery that's been plaguin' us then that means I got to go and help in any way I can." Meaning that yes he was going towards there but being a poor man with very little education he went around things in a round a bout way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 22:23:11</strong>
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				Shan was momentary amuzed at how the man took in her somewhat barbarian looks, after all, her travelling combination was from her native lands, many months north from here.<br><br>"I'm Shan", she said, digesting his words, "I'm going there too!"<br>"So, just like that?", she wondered cheerfully, taking him by the elbow and gently urging to continue the walk, "Go and help them? Make me some company till we reach the castle. I'm not from around and you probably know the road better. Aren't you a little bit afraid to protect the ships which keep vanishing?"<br><br>Ralf, who fell behind, inspecting something at the side of the road, now came rushing back and loudly sniffed the hand of the guy. "Ralf, come along", Shan said to smooth out the intrusion. They had to stop, of course, because of Ralf, and now she waited if the guy would continue walking or would stumble to get his bearings. After a moment's hesitation, she turned and when on, urging them to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 22:26:33</strong>
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				<strong>Seyaln</strong><br><br>Finally getting up to the gate, Seyaln pulled out her lute and started playing. Why not see if there was an appreciative audience while she's waiting. Humming as she tuned it, she looked around. No one to get too upset with some silliness she figured as she started with the 'The Paladin and the Faerie Dragon.'&nbsp; A very amusing 'battle' between a nobleman with too much sense of himself and a faerie dragon willing to set him down a few pegs.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 04:11:35</strong>
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				He was fully unprepared when the woman took his arm and asked him to keep her company. He had never been very easy with the ladies. That was why he was an unmarried man, that and he was a poor fisherman renting a little shack on the first bridge. He took a swallow, "Well the Castle ain't to far from 'ere. As fer company, I guess I could oblidge ya." He nearly jumped when the "dog" sniffed him, and looked slightly unnerved at the mangiest looking thing he'd ever seen. "I'm more afraid of not being able to do what I enjoy more. I mean, can't be that bad right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 21:13:01</strong>
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				Shan let Altrian lead her to the castle, curious if the local would take a different route. She mused for some time on his words, "<em>can't be that bad</em>", wondering if she should press on the subject. There wasn't any solid matter, for all she cared they might not get the job at all, so she snuffed it for now. Instead, she thought to learn about the guy more, finding that his name was Altrian and that he was a fisherman, working not far from where she rented her room.<br><br>"Do you have a family, a girl?" she asked, thinking if he was taking the risk for himself only or for people who cared about him.<br><br>With that, they were almost to the castle. Shan could hear a blue-haired girl singing a ballad, a few people stopping around to listen. She was armed, metal plates in her clothes and rapier at her belt. An idea started to form in Shan's mind that the bard might be another volunteer about the ships.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pathfinder: On the waterfront</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 00:45:12</strong>
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				"None, that I know of. My family was supposed to come to Bridgeport years ago. They were on a merchant ship but it never came to port." He shook his head solemnly and sighed deeply, then decided to change the subject, "I'm at sea for far too long to have a poor missus waitin' fer me to come home. Been at this trade since I was fit enough to do it." He turned into the direction of a song and saw her dressed for adventuring and thought for a moment. It must be pretty big deal to spark a bard's interest.
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