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Message: <blockquote data-quote="S'mon" data-source="post: 1689979" data-attributes="member: 463">Hrothgar Turn 1, Spring 2740 YE:Twilight has fallen on the city as a muscular young man strides through the evening streets, a heavy blade strapped across his back.  Hrothgar the Rigerian, a barbarian of the northern mountains, has been in Imarr six months now since arriving on the ship of Master Slinoor from far-off Sarukar port.  Falling in among the rogues and vagabonds of the city for whom a strong sword-arm is always useful, he has been lucky enough to survive - so far.  Hrothgar turns off the cobbled stones of Plague Street into the shadows of Beggars' Alley, on his way to the Meat & Gristle tavern.  Hrothgar's friend and short-term dalliance Alyx the Picklock has asked to meet him there, doubtless with some dubious scheme to discuss...Hrothgar's finely-honed barbarian senses alert him to danger even before he spies the three figures in the shadows ahead."Give us the map, bitch!""I'm afraid you'll have to take it from me, Skel..."The latter voice is female, familiar - Alyx!Drawing closer, Hrothgar sees two shaven-headed thugs, the notorious alley-basher brothers Kreshmar and Skel, flanking a small, dark-haired figure clad all in black - Alyx the Picklock, Hrothgar's confidante!  All three have weapons drawn - the brothers have viciously hooked mauls, while a slim silver rapier dances in Alyx's hands as she fends off their unwelcome advances... as yet none seem to have detected Hrothgar's approach.[Actions?]</blockquote>

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