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Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Overacting is my favorite, though," Serenade said with a grin.
Post by
Tofubabies
Character: Vikus Hivler
Location: Stormwind City, Mage District, The Blue Recluse
Vikus sat alone at one of the tables under the stairway. His hair was black, but it had been clear that it was succumbing to old age due to the frequent grey hairs, he wore a mustache and goatee as his facial hair choice. He was clad in dark purple robes, which certainly didn't fit his slightly emaciated physical appearance.
His hair poured all over the table as he had been writing equations of some sort on a napkin. He'd occasionally look around the room to make sure no one had been reading pen-work he had been creating on the napkin.
Post by
Rivenspire
Vilsord
Mage's District
Wandering the city, it hadn't taken Vilsord long to gravitate towards the spacious streets and familiar purple roofs the Mage's District offered. She purposefully walked straight past the stores where she may have procured a staff, instead opting for the nearest tavern: The Blue Recluse. Thirst from a long day had driven her to make her way past the occupants to order a beverage. She hadn't seen Vikus.
Post by
Joemaster240
Silencia
Stormwind
She nodded. "Alright...I'm going to go gather up some things." She said quickly dismounting and walking off toward the bank.
She quickly arrived at the bank and went up to a teller and withdrew some gold and got a reading on how much was still in savings. "Guess I'm gettin low." She said looking at the slip and heading off to collect a few things she knew she might need for the long journey.
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470415
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Post by
Joemaster240
Silencia
Stormwind
After hitting up the bank she went to a well known arrow maker in the trade district and bought a new thing of arrows to ensure she had enough to last her for at most half a year if she was careful. "Hopefully I can get more if I need to before then." She thought to herself as she put the arrows away so they could be easily accessed when needed.
Next she headed off toward another section of the city to buy a few more supplies.
Post by
Tofubabies
Vikus Hivler
Mage District
Vikus occasionally took a sip out of a small glass, then wrote a little bit more before looking around the room again. He spotted the incredibly familiar, large hat. At first he just smiled, but eventually he turned his body, and chair toward Vilsord,
"Is that you, Vilsord? It's been ages."
Post by
Rivenspire
Vilsord
Mage District
Vilsord froze upon hearing her name and turned her head slowly in Vikus' direction. Upon seeing him she just nodded and walked over to his table, smiling.
Post by
Tofubabies
Vikus
Mage District
Vikus took another sip of his beverage,
"How have you been? Been keeping up on your studies, I presume?"
He smiled.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Rivenspire
Vilsord
Mage District
Vilsord took a seat and paused to stretch her arms back over her head.
"Treasure hunt," she stated candidly.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Good to know that someone at least appreciates my efforts. The welcome was so cold I'm just getting warmed-up," Vincent commented, raising his sword to the sky.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Trolls, thankfully, won't kill themselves," he let out a short chuckle.
Post by
Atik
Specter
Swamp of Sorrows
"Actually, between tribal warfare and ritualistic sacrifices? They probably would." Specter stated dryly.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Serenade
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"I have to agree," Serenade said. "Savages will kill themselves in a heartbeat."
Post by
Aimsyr
Inquisitor Varall, Vagrin Wrathhammer
Ratchet
In a corner of the inn sat a lone dwarf with gold skin and dark-grey hair. The dwarf was entirely alone, unless you counted the large warhammer
seated
across from him, and angry - either that or he had a habit of crushing beer mugs in one gauntlet. The sound of the mug shattering was not an entirely uncommon occurrence in such a place, in fact what made it uncommon was the fact it had not shattered against someone's skull.
Nevertheless the Inquisitor and the other
holy men
on the far side of the room took no notice of this disgruntled former paladin, the noise had picked up again and life had returned to normal within the inn. The dwarf however, had not shifted his eyes from the group and was starting at them intently. Perhaps a little too intently at that, it was the kind of the gaze that seemed unlikely to be harboring any kindly feelings behind it.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Vincent Gaillard
Location
: Swamp of Sorrows
"Well, since their gods are so into sacrifice, they probably will have to call today a holiday, or some other special thing," Vincent said with a smirk.
Character
: Robert Warhol
Location
: Ratchet
The door to the inn opened and a tall man wearing a long black leather duster that bulged noticeably at the sides and a wide-brimmed hat walked inside, outlined sharply against the light of day. He paused at the entrance, blinking several times to adjust to the hot, smothering darkness of the hall.
Post by
Aimsyr
Inquisitor Varall, Vagrin Wrathhammer
Ratchet
Vagrin continued to stare piercingly at the holy men, taking not the slightest notice of anything else that was going on, the latter were all getting comfortable bar two paladins who were guarding their prisoner intently at the far corner of the inn. The inquisitor meanwhile was silently walking up the stairs to the second floor of the inn, all the other occupants of the inn made sure to stay out of the way as the hooded figure passed.
Post by
Joemaster240
Silencia
Stormwind
After gathering a few more basic supplies she decided to go see if she could gather some gossip on artifacts.
She headed straight for a bar and sat in a dark corner and listened in on as many conversations as she could.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Robert Warhol
Location
: Ratchet
"You've gotta be kidding me," Robert murmured, rolling his shoulders so that his sniper rifle could be positioned in a manner more comfortable, and tugging at his graying goatee.
"Alright, might as well risk making myself an embarrassment in the eyes of the honored clientele. Vagrin!" he raised his voice.
Post by
Atik
Specter
Swamp of Sorrows
Specter rolled his eyes, continuing onward and mostly ignoring Vincent.
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