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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Branding Opportunity" data-source="post: 2658436" data-attributes="member: 31812"><img src="http://home.nyc.rr.com/agreenshields/utternonsense/ikbanner.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />OOC:Dramatis Personae:Ennys Faryse: Elderly male Ryn stewart, brought to Ceryl by EvangalineSergei Dimitrivitch Primatoff: Male Kossite bone grinder and aquaintance/occasional business partner of the houseWolfe Tone: Male gobber gun mageAleksei Verkhuslava Pavlov Trakaitin: Half Thurian/Khadoran male arcane mechanikEvangaline di la Travasse: Female Ryn warriorDonard 4th, Tempen 605 A.R.CerylHouse at 24 Cauldron Street"But this is the fourth time already this month!" Ennys Faryse exclaimed heatedly as he glared at the group which had gathered around the kitchen table.  The older Ryn's bushy white eyebrows twitched violently with obvious anger, making it look as if they had taken on a life of their own.  "I mean, it's not as if there isn't already a perfectly good workshop downstairs!  But no," he continued, barely taking the time to draw another breath, "you have to bring everything in here and dump it in MY kitchen!"  He pointed at the  enormous corpse of the gorax which lay motionless on the table, blackish-red blood dripping on the recently-cleaned and polished wooden floor."Yes, but we needed a place to put ‘em," explained Sergei shrugging his shoulders, "and every other surface was covered with Aleksei's tinkerings. There vas no other room."The Rynish steward's glare swung around, impaling the Kossite bone grinder where he stood. "And once again I wonder, dear sir, is this my responsibility, hmm?  Every day you bring in something new to disembowel, and I thought they smelled bad on the outside!"Sergei only shrugged his shoulders and looked to the rest of the group to help him.The past few months have not been easy for the inhabitants of Cauldron Street.  The last good paying job you can remember was the “rescue” of the priest.  As well as the Prelate’s office had paid, it had not been an easy job, and the priest had turned out to be not as devout as one might have assumed.The money had quickly run out and everyone had been forced to take side jobs for the watch or the military.  It was during one of these jobs that you met Sergei Dimitrivitch Primatoff, a Kossite bone grinder who had been trapped on this side of the border by the recent fighting.  You distrusted him at first, but he soon proved his worth.  This respect has lately been growing towards friendship.Sergei informed you that good money could be made from extracting certain parts of wild creatures for use in magical and alchemical substances.  None of you had been particularly excited about hunting down creatures for their innards, but times were rough and bills had to be paid.  Even though the wizards of Ceryl have been paying well, you  hope that something a bit less messy comes your way work-wise before too much longer.Now you find yourself standing around the kitchen of the house that Evangaline had rented when she first moved here, trying to deal with her very distraught steward.</blockquote>

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