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POSTED
Posted: 01 Nov 2006 09:39 PM |
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The Graven Mask Mercantile Company
is seeking junior and senior partners.
Adventure. Women.
Riches beyond imagination.
For the daring, they are yours.
Direct inquiries to Adrian Locke, at The Black Pearl.
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((This is as much an attempt to form an adventuring group as
to find some bi/triweekly roleplay in a context more appropriate
to Adrian's personality than "Hi, how ya doin?". All levels are welcome- really!)) |
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Re: POSTED
Posted: 01 Nov 2006 09:56 PM |
| *On the post, the word 'women' has been scratched out in what looks to be charcoal, the type used as eye-liner, and the words 'cheap desease ridden tarts' written above it* |
Nos laetus epulor is quisnam mos onero nos: Dana's family motto, if she had one
(Translation) We gladly feast on he who will oppress us |
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Re: POSTED
Posted: 04 Nov 2006 06:46 PM |
Londo walks by, casually glancing at the posted advertisment, frowning at the charcoal smudge and leaning closer to smell it.
"Arts Marss Nardyar whart rart thart," he says quietly to himself, then looks longingly at the advertisement.
"Tar bard, harr sarnds lark a rart prarpa fallar. 'Ets whart prarpa fallars dar...ar bart har darsn' arvarn warr a drar...rarb. Marba arr bars' larv mar narm."
He then rips a piece of parchment from the advertisement and looks around for a quill, finally settling for the bloody end of a wine bottle that Porkpie Mistraider broke over his brother's head.
He writes out his name in a mix of drying blood and red wine with beautifully flowing calligraphy, leaving it with the bartender. It simply reads:
Count me in.
Londo D. |
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Re: POSTED
Posted: 04 Dec 2006 08:13 PM |
Feren looked upon the various scratchings and thought ''i ought to give it a try'' ... she took a piece of burnt firewood out of her pocket and then she looked around for Adrian..
''nope, not around'' she left a note hastily scrawled with the bartender: Adrian, when do you propose to meet? Do you have a plan? leave a note about when you want to meet.
Feren |
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Re: POSTED
Posted: 05 Dec 2006 01:58 AM |
Tristian sauntered into Port Royale, intending on purchasing a few things, stopping only once, to glance at the newly posted sign. At first, the sign didn't seem too important. However, the scratchings of disease-ridden tarts amused him.
"How sad," Tristian murmured to himself, with a grin on his face that showed many resembleances of a sneer. "Someone must be jealous. A pity, really."
Looking at the name Adrian Locke, he pondered for a moment who this person was, and if he had encountered this man at any moment previously. Shaking his head in denial, the black matted dreadlocks swaying as he moved, Tristian produced a small vial, and a quiver. He dipped an ungloved finger into the liquid, and placed a small X on the paper.
It would be sufficient, acknowledging whomever decided to place this notice in the first place that people were watching. And responding. |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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