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First Post
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The clouds came in thick that day the kings woods, the trees still held white snow in their branches. Clouds painted the world under them gray. Spring had started and now the animals had come out of hiding to feast.
The deer had been barley noticeable. It was not vary big, two points at the most from where Quintyn was standing. Standing among the trees it lowered its head to gnaw at some dead grass.
Normally he would not dare hunt in the king’s woods, but it was the first deer he had seen in weeks. Quintyn drew the arrow back just behind his eye. A young man, his hair cut down the skin leaving only a long thick black beard on his chin. Taking aim for just a moment he let the arrow fly. The deer leapt and darted for a shot wile before disappearing behind some bushes.
He walked forward and kneeled down to pick up the arrow off the ground. Red now, but still good he tucked it back into his quiver. Standing back up he fallow the trail of red to the bushes.
A Halfling sat on the deer’s corpse a dagger in his small hand. Dressed in rich silks under a vest of leather, the halfling smiled up at him form under a brown mop of hair.
“Greetings!” he spoke in a sunny voice.
“Good afternoon,” Quintyn replied curtly, pulling back on his dark green cloak for his dagger only to find it stuck in its sheath. A magic user, he thought, ‘is he one of the king’s men?’ The punishment for poaching the king’s game was the lost of both middle fingers.
“Oh I would not do that young lad... You see, you are quite expendable and I, frankly, am quite powerful.” The halfing’s tone darkened now.
“Are you one of the king’s wizards?” the poacher asked carefully.
“Oh gods no lad, what I am here for is to offer you some gold. In exchange for some work of course.”
The promise of gold sounded to good to pass by but Quityn was always acted with caution, “what kind of work?”
The halfling cuffed his hands together, “ a simple dungeonering nothing to hard, and you wont be working alone my friend. Dangerous of course but you will be paid for the risk, and for the item in question.”
“The item?”
“Lets say its something valuable enough that I’ll pay near any price for it” he tossed a sack at Quityn’s feet, “to keep you quite until tomorrow at noon in the Dragon‘s Knee Tavern.”
Quintyn lifted the bag and counted the gold but gave up when he saw just how much was in it. Looking back up he saw that the halfling was gone. ‘Odd fellow, but a rich one.’ Dragon’s Knee... He will have to remember that...
The clouds came in thick that day the kings woods, the trees still held white snow in their branches. Clouds painted the world under them gray. Spring had started and now the animals had come out of hiding to feast.
The deer had been barley noticeable. It was not vary big, two points at the most from where Quintyn was standing. Standing among the trees it lowered its head to gnaw at some dead grass.
Normally he would not dare hunt in the king’s woods, but it was the first deer he had seen in weeks. Quintyn drew the arrow back just behind his eye. A young man, his hair cut down the skin leaving only a long thick black beard on his chin. Taking aim for just a moment he let the arrow fly. The deer leapt and darted for a shot wile before disappearing behind some bushes.
He walked forward and kneeled down to pick up the arrow off the ground. Red now, but still good he tucked it back into his quiver. Standing back up he fallow the trail of red to the bushes.
A Halfling sat on the deer’s corpse a dagger in his small hand. Dressed in rich silks under a vest of leather, the halfling smiled up at him form under a brown mop of hair.
“Greetings!” he spoke in a sunny voice.
“Good afternoon,” Quintyn replied curtly, pulling back on his dark green cloak for his dagger only to find it stuck in its sheath. A magic user, he thought, ‘is he one of the king’s men?’ The punishment for poaching the king’s game was the lost of both middle fingers.
“Oh I would not do that young lad... You see, you are quite expendable and I, frankly, am quite powerful.” The halfing’s tone darkened now.
“Are you one of the king’s wizards?” the poacher asked carefully.
“Oh gods no lad, what I am here for is to offer you some gold. In exchange for some work of course.”
The promise of gold sounded to good to pass by but Quityn was always acted with caution, “what kind of work?”
The halfling cuffed his hands together, “ a simple dungeonering nothing to hard, and you wont be working alone my friend. Dangerous of course but you will be paid for the risk, and for the item in question.”
“The item?”
“Lets say its something valuable enough that I’ll pay near any price for it” he tossed a sack at Quityn’s feet, “to keep you quite until tomorrow at noon in the Dragon‘s Knee Tavern.”
Quintyn lifted the bag and counted the gold but gave up when he saw just how much was in it. Looking back up he saw that the halfling was gone. ‘Odd fellow, but a rich one.’ Dragon’s Knee... He will have to remember that...
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