lorrkin
Calamity
Mischief is one of life's greatest ways to have fun.
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 6, 2013 1:10:38 GMT
After being abandoned by his former crew, Lorrkin started walking west through the plains. Drunkenly wandering through a dark forest unknown to him, and using his inherent magic to light his way, Lorrkin walked the forest searching for a suitable place to set his hammock for the night. He hadn't even though of shaping into a human, for he thought no one could possible be this deep in a forest this late in the evening.
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lorrkin
Calamity
Mischief is one of life's greatest ways to have fun.
Posts: 75
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 6, 2013 18:59:06 GMT
The morning after his drunken wandering, Lorrkin, waking with a dreadful headache, discovers not only was he not in his hammock, but on top of his backpack still strapped to his shoulders. Staring up into the sky trying to gain the will to stand up, a sudden loud squawk of a bird nearby rings his ears painfully. Without a second thought, Lorrkin pulls out his trusty firearm, and without aiming shoots the large annoying bird and thinks, "well, I wont have to eat those rations today..."
setting off after hangover has lessened, Lorrkin stays heading west in search of some sort of civilization.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 23:22:58 GMT
The forest wanes and opens up into a clearing, revealing a small cottage from which a strange commotion emanates. A man, his countenance wracked with worry, bursts through the barely hinged door dragging sacks of grain and vegetables to an impatient mule and heaves them onto the fussy animal. With a heavy sigh the man looks back on the cottage and his tiny vegetable gardens before scrutinizing a crumpled parchment and crude compass. Suddenly a dust cloud bursts from the mule's hindsection as he gives it a hearty thump, spurring the animal into a clumsy gait.
"Southeast, Maisie" the man breathes "...to Calis. No more of this debauchery. Gah!"
They stumble uneasily into the forest, the man stopping abruptly in a fit of coughing. He spits and curses, "eugh, even the flies taste of that rot-gut they got in town" before breaking into a short sprint to keep up with his pack-mule as it clambered into the thickets without him. Thankfully for the old man's troubled eyes, obscured in the dimness beneath the canopy are the remains of a recent campsite. The footsteps of the passersby did nothing to disturb the frenzy as insects maliciously tore through one another trying to get to the vanishing clumps of cooked meat and spilled liquor that dot the ground. A smartly-placed dagger protrudes from one of the nearby trees, keeping in place a patch of canvas with a crudely painted emblem of a hand pierced by a blade, symbolically splashed with a sweet smelling, deep-red wine.
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lorrkin
Calamity
Mischief is one of life's greatest ways to have fun.
Posts: 75
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 6, 2013 23:47:29 GMT
Lorrkin, after waiting a good while after the man had left, emerges from the forest to inspect cottage and to try and find the reason he would abruptly leave.
Finding nothing inside the house, he began to examine the area immediately surrounding it. After a quick survey, Lorrkin almost gives up right before spotting a dagger holding a bit of cloth to a tree. Once closer he notices the smell of wine on the cloth and becomes more interested in why it is there. Seeing the sigil, Lorrkin knows this must be the edge of someone's territory, and territory claims mean someone intelligent enough to mark their land. He immediately sets off in the direction the dagger was stuck into the tree thinking, "finally going to get out of the wilderness. And what sort of debauchery was that man raving about?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2013 1:57:36 GMT
It doesn't take long before the forest comes to an abrupt end, bare tree-stumps and flattened earth opening the view of sharp spires looming over a walled city in the distance. New structures are visible just outside the walls, with what seems to be a small town rife with toil and the vague sounds of laborers cursing. The winds carry smoky wisps of sweat, blood and the burn of alcohol. Through the haze of kicked-up dust and smoke there are banners baring the emblem of a blade-pierced hand that fly atop the black city walls.
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lorrkin
Calamity
Mischief is one of life's greatest ways to have fun.
Posts: 75
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 7, 2013 2:18:40 GMT
Noticing that he hasn't already, Lorrkin quickly changes his shape to that of a human, thinking that it would be best to be thought of as no one worth special interest in a place like this. After the change he quickly locates the gates of this strange city and makes his way directly at them from the tree line trying to look as inconspicuous as possible in this place.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2013 3:17:25 GMT
Approaching the gates one may notice that they are already opened, perhaps to provide easy city access to the workers outside. One may also notice that at roughly eye-level, a perimeter of severed hands coated in tar have been pinned with pitons into the mortar of the city wall. Stepping inside, the reek of musk and smoke assaults the senses at first but they burn away quickly with an almost tantalizing scent of brewing wine-flowers, barley and molasses. Odd buildings crowd upon one another, forcing strange architecture to either envelop or cut into their neighboring structures. The cobblestone roads ebb, curve and scrape across themselves beneath the flicker of oil-lamps in the smokey air.
After passing by a rudely named saloon of some sort, an obviously inebriated human stumbles out from an alleyway laughing to himself as he looks you over. "Hey... YOU" he dribbles as he throws a knowing glance over his shoulder into the alleyway behind him. "Sz-szomething tells me yew came waddlin' in here, like this, right here..." He brandishes a clean, serrated knife and uses it as a pointer, starting at your feet and moving up to your neck "... like this. And yew fergot to pay the toll. Yew know they makess SZLAVES *burp* of people what don't follow the laws in these parts. Someone like yew wouldn't want that to be happening, would yew?"
His flimsy hold on the knife becomes a tight grasp and the gleam of murder dashes across his eyes as they widen.
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lorrkin
Calamity
Mischief is one of life's greatest ways to have fun.
Posts: 75
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 7, 2013 3:41:48 GMT
Taking this as a threat on his life, Lorrkin dexterously unsheathes his cutlass with one hand and thrusts it a mere inch from the drunken man's neck.
"Put that toy away, least one of us looses their life." He says touching the end of his blade against his would-be adversary, "And I guarantee you, it will not be I."
Lorrkin's dark amber eyes cold and piercing with the intent to back up his claim.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2013 4:19:05 GMT
It was the very moment when the edge of the cutlass made contact with the drunken thug's throat that a plea for help gurgled from his mouth. A wide swipe of his knive cleaved only air as he fell backwards, his bones resonating with a thud as his body struck the cobblestones. A small figure emerged from the alleyway, a knifeblade catching the ambient light in one hand while the other reached down to the man on the ground. It was then that the sound of metal screeching against stone emanated from a ways up the street, echoes of deliberating cloven hooves pounding against the buildings in its stead. What looked to be an armoured man wearing a sinister helmet was riding a mean-looking black horse towards the confrontation, a wicked scythe held low in his hands, scraping across the stone road as he rode. The two men darted back into the shadows before the rider approached, the horses' head held low in caution.
He lifts the scythe from the ground and lays it across his lap, using his free hands to clap. "I commend you, stranger. The jackals among us linger here, eager to pick off those who find their way here by lost ways. You find yourself in the free nation of Calamity where we live by laws of their own making, and of our own enforcing. These men will face their crimes against you in due time, one way or another. In the meantime I bid you welcome in my name, Telleroth the Misfortune, and hope that you will stay a while. We have need for men of conviction, such as you've demonstrated just now."
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lorrkin
Calamity
Mischief is one of life's greatest ways to have fun.
Posts: 75
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 7, 2013 4:34:58 GMT
"I am Lorrkin." The disguised kitsune says with a slight bow, "Cap- er well, I was captain of the Mangled Wyven. My crew mutinied and abandoned me on the coast east of here when they found out... well that's not important right now." He says almost sheepishly. "What is important is that I am indeed looking for a place to call my home, and a place where the laws are in flux does sound a place I could stay."
taking a step back, Lorrkin sniffs the air. "The sent of this place is a bit thick with the smells of blood and fear."
Lorrkin thinks to himself "maybe this is why that man left."
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lorrkin
Calamity
Mischief is one of life's greatest ways to have fun.
Posts: 75
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Post by lorrkin on Aug 7, 2013 5:08:22 GMT
tipping his hat, Lorrkin excuses himself from the horse riding stranger in front of him heads into the inn with the peculiar name for a drink, that's not dwarven ale, and a room to stay in.
(that should about do it for introducing my character I think.))
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