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<blockquote data-quote="doc awesome" data-source="post: 3341095" data-attributes="member: 49783"><p>(ah i was useing word so I did not catch that, I will have the next chapter soon chapter two makes more since with it posted)</p><p></p><p></p><p>Morga crossed her fingers under her chin, sitting down behind her wooden desk she watched Cothy as he stammered out his report. The pasty chinless human always got this way in front of the half orc, it was no wonder that the city‘s criminals are having a field day, and that entire affair with that Hobgoblin rebel. What made her sick about this man was that despite not having a chin his neck jiggled, where a chin would have been as he spoke.</p><p> </p><p>“A-a poacher was said to h-have been seen in the forest.” He struggled out.</p><p>“A forest out of the city,” she replied with heavy sigh.</p><p>“y-yes”</p><p>“In a forest that is out of my control, let the rangers handle it. Now give me something relevant.” She demanded, her words almost knocking Cothy on his arse. </p><p>“I umm....” he started.</p><p> </p><p> “Enough, I have heard enough,” shaking her head she stood and walked out. The gray stone of the guard tower made her ill, as a guard sergeant she had found herself rather tied up at the moment, just now the rebel, Beoron had been caught and set to be judged. Morga never even saw him, she was put in charge of the smallest district of Kadara. Pushing the wooden door aside as she stepped out for some light that came not from a torch her eyes where only met with more grey, the cloudy kind. </p><p></p><p>Its going to rain’ she thought miserably, pulling her hood up over her dark hair. As a half orc she was used to the people gawking at her pail green skin and flat face, and of course they did. She meant to go home and sleep off the day, not like anything was going to happen now, but instead she found herself walking to the tavern. </p><p> </p><p> This district was much more dangerous even now she could see a two would be escapees fleeing from the guards, between an ally way. Their hands and heads still strapped into the stocks as they fled together, a big one and a smaller one almost like an elf. They ran and she can see a chain tying both of them together with the smaller one seeming to have trouble keeping up. </p><p> She let them pass, it was not her area not her problem. The guards would make a good story she figured. </p><p> </p><p> Morga entered The Dragon’s Knee, already the sour smell of vomit and urine filled her nostrils, hardly anyone here today. Just a few adventurers sitting isolated around the tavern keeping to themselves, she was half tempted to join one of them, but instead she sat at the bar.</p><p> “’Nouther rough day huh?” That was not the bartender’s voice. She looked up to see a halfling sitting on his own stool on other side of the bar counter. Long brown hair covered his ears, though it was unkempt his clothing was fine leather and red silks.</p><p> “Where’s Bardily?” she asked for the normal bartender.</p><p> “Sick,” he replied, “I am filling for him today. If I may... Do you happen to be Morga?”</p><p> She nodded her head and ordered a pint. The halfling jumped off his stole and disappeared behind the counter. “I have a note for you, left by some elf chap, wanted me to give it to you.”</p><p> </p><p> The bartender crawled back up onto his stool with one hands, the other balancing a mug of golden ale. He placed it on the counter and reached into his pocket and tossed her a peace of paper next to it. “I did not read it, so no need to worry about that. He also left you this,” he handed her a small leather sack about the size of her fist.</p><p> </p><p> She opened it; gold, lots of it, it was a struggle to keep her surprise off her face. Closing the bag back up she placed it in her pocket and read the note: Morga, I have come to understand that you may not see your life as fulfilling as you might have wished, if I am right than I would also suggest that you take my offer to help me find a certain object, more information will be handed out when you meet me here at noon tomorrow. </p><p></p><p> Odd, she did not know any of the elves in Kadara, she read the note again to make sure, “an elf you say?”</p><p> “Yes, strange fellow, did not speak much.” the halfing said idly cleaning the next empty mug.</p><p> Nothing about this sounded right to Morga, but the promises sounded to tempting and it was not like she it would cost her anything to see. Maybe this might be her chance to get out of this dead end city. Just maybe....</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="doc awesome, post: 3341095, member: 49783"] (ah i was useing word so I did not catch that, I will have the next chapter soon chapter two makes more since with it posted) Morga crossed her fingers under her chin, sitting down behind her wooden desk she watched Cothy as he stammered out his report. The pasty chinless human always got this way in front of the half orc, it was no wonder that the city‘s criminals are having a field day, and that entire affair with that Hobgoblin rebel. What made her sick about this man was that despite not having a chin his neck jiggled, where a chin would have been as he spoke. “A-a poacher was said to h-have been seen in the forest.” He struggled out. “A forest out of the city,” she replied with heavy sigh. “y-yes” “In a forest that is out of my control, let the rangers handle it. Now give me something relevant.” She demanded, her words almost knocking Cothy on his arse. “I umm....” he started. “Enough, I have heard enough,” shaking her head she stood and walked out. The gray stone of the guard tower made her ill, as a guard sergeant she had found herself rather tied up at the moment, just now the rebel, Beoron had been caught and set to be judged. Morga never even saw him, she was put in charge of the smallest district of Kadara. Pushing the wooden door aside as she stepped out for some light that came not from a torch her eyes where only met with more grey, the cloudy kind. Its going to rain’ she thought miserably, pulling her hood up over her dark hair. As a half orc she was used to the people gawking at her pail green skin and flat face, and of course they did. She meant to go home and sleep off the day, not like anything was going to happen now, but instead she found herself walking to the tavern. This district was much more dangerous even now she could see a two would be escapees fleeing from the guards, between an ally way. Their hands and heads still strapped into the stocks as they fled together, a big one and a smaller one almost like an elf. They ran and she can see a chain tying both of them together with the smaller one seeming to have trouble keeping up. She let them pass, it was not her area not her problem. The guards would make a good story she figured. Morga entered The Dragon’s Knee, already the sour smell of vomit and urine filled her nostrils, hardly anyone here today. Just a few adventurers sitting isolated around the tavern keeping to themselves, she was half tempted to join one of them, but instead she sat at the bar. “’Nouther rough day huh?” That was not the bartender’s voice. She looked up to see a halfling sitting on his own stool on other side of the bar counter. Long brown hair covered his ears, though it was unkempt his clothing was fine leather and red silks. “Where’s Bardily?” she asked for the normal bartender. “Sick,” he replied, “I am filling for him today. If I may... Do you happen to be Morga?” She nodded her head and ordered a pint. The halfling jumped off his stole and disappeared behind the counter. “I have a note for you, left by some elf chap, wanted me to give it to you.” The bartender crawled back up onto his stool with one hands, the other balancing a mug of golden ale. He placed it on the counter and reached into his pocket and tossed her a peace of paper next to it. “I did not read it, so no need to worry about that. He also left you this,” he handed her a small leather sack about the size of her fist. She opened it; gold, lots of it, it was a struggle to keep her surprise off her face. Closing the bag back up she placed it in her pocket and read the note: Morga, I have come to understand that you may not see your life as fulfilling as you might have wished, if I am right than I would also suggest that you take my offer to help me find a certain object, more information will be handed out when you meet me here at noon tomorrow. Odd, she did not know any of the elves in Kadara, she read the note again to make sure, “an elf you say?” “Yes, strange fellow, did not speak much.” the halfing said idly cleaning the next empty mug. Nothing about this sounded right to Morga, but the promises sounded to tempting and it was not like she it would cost her anything to see. Maybe this might be her chance to get out of this dead end city. Just maybe.... [/QUOTE]
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