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Niston, Morgwar, and Videhsi live the rest of their lives in mundane peace never going on any adventures or feeling like an omniscent hand in the sky is trying to kill them . . . I suppose Morgwar can take up knitting. Anyone want a beanie? Or a hackie sack?
Maybe Maybe . . . Im withering with anticipation. Rorek? Whats the score my man?
@ rorek55 thanks, it went well, i think From the windows of the bustling tavern, a dark golden glow illuminates the street and fronts of buildings accross the way. By this time in the night, the traffic coming and going out of the tavern has begun it's inevitable cease. Groups of drunken workers stagger out the large double doors, laughing and cussing at their mundane lives. A pair of off duty guards casually step out, straighten their armor, and attempt to appear sober as they make their way down the street. A group of woodsmen finally arrive after a two hour trek from their hunting lodge in the wild, anxious for some warm food and comfortable bed, and excited to sell their furs on the morning. And standing beside the doors, leaned against the wall with arms crossed, a stony half-orc greets and waves them all along. He speaks to the ones he expressly knows, extending only a nod or a shake to those he doesn't. Morgwyr found that the hardest part of being bruiser (as he likes to call it) is remembering all these damned names and faces. Sometimes, when he doesn't like the look or smell of someone, he will warn them not to cause any trouble. And sometimes, when he smells death, or his orc senses just prickle, he turns them away. If they don't go, he asks again. If they still don't go, he beats them. Easy peasy, right? Morgwyr watches the four woodsmen as they approach. One of the hunters takes the mule, pitifully over-encumbered with a pile of animal furs, and leads it to the side, tying it to a post. After a brief exchange of words, Morgwyr waves them in. After a minute or so of no one coming or going, He peeps inside the tavern. Everything seems fine, not calm, but everyone looks to be enjoying themselves. The gruff half-orc snorts, leans back against the wall, watches the night, and earns his pay.
Morgwyr here, currently standing outside the tavern, watching out for trouble. I'll finish up my character profile soon, gotz meh a jerb interver today.
I can post daily, typically once or twice. I'm about to be starting a new job, then also starting school in January, but i try to maintain frequency. If too busy to post on a day, I will drop u (rorek) a pm. I think starting with the main arc, then transitioning into an moderate open world will be fun. I like the notion of forgoeing "good and evil". Perhaps the two groups are just being manipulated or guided by other npcs with different motives or goals? Something more than just black and white. Low magic appeals to meh more personally.
Yup yup, peace
Lmao wow. Thanks for ur hard work, but I just beat ya to it. Like I submitted the post about finishing the profile, then u posted, showing three seconds after. I will use the format for everything I didn't complete. Lol thanks again
Ok, got most of Morgwyr's profile complete. I've got a family wedding to attend today so I probably won't be on til 2moro or possibly Sunday. |
