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Maybe we should talk to the laborers. If that doesn't help, there's the tried and true method of hanging around after dark. The trouble always comes with the dark.
Deck walks the perimeter with Ikkath
We were hired to protect this place my good man. A job like that typically comes with some trouble. Would you be so kind as to point us in the direction of the person in charge?
Deck follows Ikkath to the presumed authority figure.
Deck sighs and shakes his head. He shoulders his rifle and thinks, some people have no sense of wonder. Not sure what's waitin for us, but I'm pretty sure it's that way, and it'd be rude to keep it waitin.
Deck packs up his gear and hops down from the tree. He checks over his musket and wipes it down with a cloth.
To Kryd- Well then you're in for a treat. Nothin quite like sleepin in the open air, with all of creation spread out in the sky. Sounds of nature singin you too sleep...
Aint a question of bein scared friend. Humans don't see so good in the dark. You want everything in the haunted forest to see my lantern and make a bee-line for us? Sounds like askin for trouble to me.
I suppose wanderin through the dark don't bother the rest of you, but why don't we camp on the edge for the evenin. No good comes from wanderin in haunted woods at night.
As Deck walks down the street rambling on about his rifle, he casually reloads it, seemingly oblivious to the strange looks he is drawing from the pedestrians.
Deck slings his rifle over his shoulder, lights a cigarette, and looks around.
He may not have been the best of men, but there's no call for desecrating his remains. If not for him, for them that care about him. They deserve a proper burial and proper closure. Deck removes the dead mans equipment and hands the crossbow and chain mail to the bartender. Sorry for the mess friend. Selling the crossbow should cover the clean up and you can hang the chain mail above the bar as a warning to those that come looking for trouble. Any of his buddies come lookin for me, you let them know where to find me. He slings the great sword over his shoulder and walks over to Ikkath. Ready to go when you are friend.
If we leave: Now, as I was sayin, this here's called a rifle and it works by... as they walk Deck gives a detailed history of firearms, and their basic function to anyone who cares to listen
Deck tosses his cigarette away
And what evidence do you have to back your claim?
Whispering too the table You'll get my back if this goes sideways right?
Deck raises his mug to Ikkath.
Deck lights the cigarette. My apologies darlin'. No offense intended. I know it sounds a bit corny, but I'm here for the adventure. I've heard stories about this place and I'm lookin' forward to seein' if they're true. The chance to help build a new village is appealin' too. I've been wanderin' a while now and I wouldn't mind a little permanence back in my life. When the server comes over to refill Deck's drink, he asks her to bring a drink over to Jathal at the bar. If she turns around he waves her over to the table.
Deck lounges in his chair. He so often finds himself sleeping outside and has learned to enjoy the little luxuries to the fullest when the opportunity arises. Այսպիսով, ինչպես եք անում, որովհետեւ այս մայրամուտն.
Elven:
Very well, thanks This lovely inn offers much better accommodations then I'm used too. I'm almost sorry we'll have to leave. Do you believe the stories they tell about these woods? Deck waves over a server to top off his mug and starts rolling a cigarette.
I got my character done faster that I thought. Say hello to pocsaclypse's gunslinger. background:
Deck grew up in the woods. He was raised by his father, Leed, who had traveled from the east, and settled in the area when he met Deck's mother, Wynn. When Wynn died in child birth, Leed moved into the woods with Deck and taught him how to hunt and live off the land. Together they lived a semi-isolated life in their cabin deep in the woods and only made occasional trips to town to trade for supplies. About a year ago, Leed died in a hunting accident while Deck had gone to town. Not wanting to live alone, Deck burried his father, gathered up his few possesions and started traveling from town to town looking for a new place to call home. It was in the latest town he came too that Deck heard about a new villiage being built. Seeing an opportunity to build a new life for himself and settle down, Deck signed up to assist and was assigned to the protection detail. He uses his position to familurize himself with this new area that he hopes to one day call home. My character sheets on my profile. Let me know if I forgot anything. |