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And me, in Shattered Star.After being played to the end of Strange Aeons on Tabletop, I'm mostly a curiosity...Much like me in War For the Crown I never even made it past the Recruitment thread!
Let me know if you want to come in for a nice shave and a hot towel to relax while you're deciding... and while you're in the chair, I'll give you a haircut that'll make the ladies swoon! Just two shillings and sixpence!
"Well, I'll drink to that! The best parties I've ever been to have been wakes!" He raises his glass and calls, "To the dearly departed—May they never be forgotten!" He then takes a long draught of his tankard.
Down the street from the Smiling Pig stands a squat cottage. Outside the front door hangs a pole painted with red-and-white stripes underneath a sign decorated with a moustache and a pair of scissors. Above the door reads "Bill's Barber Shop". Inside the shop, an older man reclines in a barber chair, still wearing the apron of his trade. He takes an occasional sip from a metal flask. He watches a huge bull of a man wearing a similar apron sweep the hair clippings from the floor. The larger man's face is dominated by a huge handlebar moustache. After sweeping the last of the clippings into a dustpan and dumping them into an ashcan, the larger man leans on his broom and surveys the shop. "Well, Bill, I think that's gonna be it for today. Shall I close up for the night?" After a pause, the older man grunts in agreement. The large man sets the broom in the corner, and flips the sign hanging in the door to "Closed." He then removes his apron and hangs it on a peg. "I'm headin' over to the Smiling Pig for a pint or two. You comin', Bill?" Bill slowly stands up and stretches. "Nah, I'm in for the night. I'll just go upstairs for dinner with the missus. G'nite, Ian! See ya tomrorrow." Ian straightens his crimson necktie and smooths his waistcoat. He then puts on a tweed jacket and dons a black felt bowler hat. Taking a finely-crafted walking stick from the umbrella stand, he opens the door. "All right, Bill. Have a good night!" Stepping into the cool night, Ian heads straight for the Smiling Pig, the very establishment where he'd been discovered for his ill-fated and short-lived boxing career. And to think that I almost made my fortune by beating other men to a pulp! He shakes his head at the memory of that folly. I'm happy now in this little town... I expect I'll take over Bill's shop in a few years... the old guy's eyesight is failing... Ian opens the door to the public house and is greeted by the familiar sights and smells. The other regulars call out greetings, and he returns them. He nods at the strangers, curious as to how they'd found themselves in Wicken, but eager to hear their tales. He saunters to the bar and orders a pint from the barman, and plants his huge frame onto a barstool that seems barely able to support his bulk. It's at that time when another stranger enters, announcing herself to be a professional mourner. "Evening, Miss Keening, and welcome to Wicken! So... what, exactly, does a professional mourner's services entail? Not that any of my friends have departed... just curious!"
It appears there is a distinct shortage of healers in the completed submissions. I can patch you up right nice! Hold still...
Submitted for your approval! (Note: I assumed Background Skills from Pathfinder Unchained. I also took the liberty of assuming that the razor (from Inner Sea World Guide) counts as being part of the Close weapons group.) |
