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First Post
[sblock=DM Note, ooc]The following PCs are authorized to post in this thread:
Mikhail (renau1g)
Riggan (Voldrath)
Rosette (evillyn666)
Charlie (Dekana)
Darren (Walking Dad)
Trid Orto (Amazing Triangle)
Malixus (nick012000)
Everyone else, please post in the OOC thread if you have any questions, or if you wish to inquire about possibly joining the game in the future.[/sblock]
It was a sleepy little thorp, a little less than fourty souls, and shrinking. The pathetic little farming thorp of Sidel was dying, and dying fast. For years they farmed a single crop, potatoes, and now the fields have been completely drained of their nutrients. The main freshwater supply, a small river which ran from the west, was drying up into a creek, diverted by a rival thorp two days travel upstream.
This town was turning, quickly, into a dust bowl. There was no future here, the people knew it. Most of the larger families have moved on years ago, and now the only business at market with their doors still open was the blacksmith shop.
"You there," yelled a gruff sounding man
"Who me," spoke a little man, hunched over and worn by the
ravages of time.
"Yes you, come here now," returned the voice.
The little man turned to face the only pseudo authority figure in town, the blacksmith Roran. A tall imposing man, he was flanked by his equally imposing son Reun, full of muscle and tall as a tree. His son was not the smartest of boys, serving as his fathers enforcer. For years the duo made their living honestly enough, untill times got tough. They once got by charging outrageous fees for their services, and when that dried up, the blacksmith appointed himself ruler of the town, and began charging taxes.
"You have not paid your taxes," spoke the blacksmith.
"I have nothing to pay with, I do not," whimpered the little man, quivering in fear.
"Then I suppose you will just have to join the others in my fields won't you, after a good flogging," with that the Son stepped forward and siezed the little man, dragging him off to what used to be a respectable blacksmith shop.
"But I have a family to feed," cried the peasant.
But the blacksmith had already left his son to do the dirty work.
[sblock=ooc]You should all be present to witness this exchange.[/sblock]
Mikhail (renau1g)
Riggan (Voldrath)
Rosette (evillyn666)
Charlie (Dekana)
Darren (Walking Dad)
Trid Orto (Amazing Triangle)
Malixus (nick012000)
Everyone else, please post in the OOC thread if you have any questions, or if you wish to inquire about possibly joining the game in the future.[/sblock]
It was a sleepy little thorp, a little less than fourty souls, and shrinking. The pathetic little farming thorp of Sidel was dying, and dying fast. For years they farmed a single crop, potatoes, and now the fields have been completely drained of their nutrients. The main freshwater supply, a small river which ran from the west, was drying up into a creek, diverted by a rival thorp two days travel upstream.
This town was turning, quickly, into a dust bowl. There was no future here, the people knew it. Most of the larger families have moved on years ago, and now the only business at market with their doors still open was the blacksmith shop.
"You there," yelled a gruff sounding man
"Who me," spoke a little man, hunched over and worn by the
ravages of time.
"Yes you, come here now," returned the voice.
The little man turned to face the only pseudo authority figure in town, the blacksmith Roran. A tall imposing man, he was flanked by his equally imposing son Reun, full of muscle and tall as a tree. His son was not the smartest of boys, serving as his fathers enforcer. For years the duo made their living honestly enough, untill times got tough. They once got by charging outrageous fees for their services, and when that dried up, the blacksmith appointed himself ruler of the town, and began charging taxes.
"You have not paid your taxes," spoke the blacksmith.
"I have nothing to pay with, I do not," whimpered the little man, quivering in fear.
"Then I suppose you will just have to join the others in my fields won't you, after a good flogging," with that the Son stepped forward and siezed the little man, dragging him off to what used to be a respectable blacksmith shop.
"But I have a family to feed," cried the peasant.
But the blacksmith had already left his son to do the dirty work.
[sblock=ooc]You should all be present to witness this exchange.[/sblock]
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