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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 794432" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 36&nbsp;&nbsp; “The White Hand”OOC/OOS (story)I use a version of the Merchant’s calendar.&nbsp; I have 13 months in a year.&nbsp; 12 months of 30 days and one month of 15 days.&nbsp; This last month is often festive followed by a period of morning, as it is the times of the Dragon Levy.&nbsp; Few travel outside of the cities during this thirteenth month in fear of the dragon.Segment 36 begins on the&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Day 26Month of the Templar (3rd month of the year)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Season 23* (of 77 yearly cycles that equal a King’s Age)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; King’s Age (KA) 190&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; * Ral’s ContemplationNow…on with the story-The White Hand was one of the busiest taverns in Nibenay.&nbsp; It was located near to the West Gate.&nbsp; It was one of the few area freemen, nobles and travelers could mingle freely.&nbsp; It was a unique building.&nbsp; It was one of the largest non-state owned buildings.&nbsp; The Noblefamily of Killowax owned it.&nbsp; The youngest two sons ran it.&nbsp; There were four levels to it.&nbsp; Each overlooked a fighting pit collectively known as the Blood Sands.&nbsp; Everyday a series of fights took place here.&nbsp; These fights consisted of fighters hired/owned by nobles for betting and championships to personal feuds being settled.&nbsp; There was always something to fight for.Mixed in with this loud and rocking place was the Veiled Alliance.&nbsp; They could signal each other here for meetings and other arrangements.&nbsp; One of the bar maidens worked for them under an apprenticeship.&nbsp; Of course, there were also two others that spied for the templars.&nbsp; ALL of them searched for information to sell or trade with someone.It is in The White Hand we find two heroes.&nbsp; These heroes were part of a scouting party that aided in the overthrow of the Gith recently.&nbsp; One of the tradehouses has created an open tab for them.&nbsp; One is using it to his fullest.“Mania…yous should slow downd a bit.&nbsp; Yous drink likes that and you’lls be on the slaves block” Dogg, or Dirty Dogg to several women here, is having a good time.&nbsp; He comes here once a week at least to listen for rumors and usable information for his employer- Greene Blewes and for his friends in the resistance- the Veiled Alliance.&nbsp; Tonight however, it is strictly time to enjoy life and the living of it.“Ise okay Dougz” Mania has never been here.&nbsp; Or at least he doesn’t ever remember being here before.&nbsp; He has lost much of his memories until about a month ago.&nbsp; He remembers bits and pieces of it but there are no feelings to go with them.&nbsp; He clings to them but fears their reality.&nbsp; He is also remarkably gifted.&nbsp; He is stronger, faster and smarter than most anyone he has ever known.&nbsp; He has learned that he has the gift of psionics.&nbsp; His biggest problem however is still himself.&nbsp; He came to know this recently.&nbsp; It is as if something compels him to do things to push away friends and allies. He overheard Dutch and Greene speaking.&nbsp; Greene feels he is boy trying hard not to grow up.&nbsp; Dutch had some things less pleasant to say.&nbsp; Although he knows Dutch likes him.&nbsp; That is the other problem.&nbsp;&nbsp; People like him.&nbsp; He attracts people to him regularly.&nbsp; A seductive looking woman of House Shom walks by.&nbsp; She places a small crystal on the table secretly as she walks by.&nbsp; Mania misses it in his drunken abuse.&nbsp; Dogg sees it.&nbsp; With a cocky smile he palms it.&nbsp; He closes his eyes and gets an image of the same woman, in a candlelit room, taunting and teasing him.&nbsp; He opens his eyes and looks for her in the crowd.&nbsp; He sees her by the balcony looking at him.“’Sure you cand make it back Mania?”&nbsp; Asks Dogg without looking at him.“Hummmm…. Oh sures …sures I cans”, he answers with sleepy eyes.&nbsp; “Whys..?”“Gotta go”, He says suddenly sobering up.As he leaves, Mania begins to slip down his chair with a goofy look on his face.After about ten minutes of looking at the bottom of his table, two large muls come over.“That him?”Sharp nod“Don’t look much like a hero.”Toothy grin“Street, cell or slavery?”Twinkle in his black eyes</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 794432, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 36 “The White Hand” OOC/OOS (story) I use a version of the Merchant’s calendar. I have 13 months in a year. 12 months of 30 days and one month of 15 days. This last month is often festive followed by a period of morning, as it is the times of the Dragon Levy. Few travel outside of the cities during this thirteenth month in fear of the dragon. Segment 36 begins on the Day 26 Month of the Templar (3rd month of the year) Season 23* (of 77 yearly cycles that equal a King’s Age) King’s Age (KA) 190 * Ral’s Contemplation Now…on with the story- The White Hand was one of the busiest taverns in Nibenay. It was located near to the West Gate. It was one of the few area freemen, nobles and travelers could mingle freely. It was a unique building. It was one of the largest non-state owned buildings. The Noblefamily of Killowax owned it. The youngest two sons ran it. There were four levels to it. Each overlooked a fighting pit collectively known as the Blood Sands. Everyday a series of fights took place here. These fights consisted of fighters hired/owned by nobles for betting and championships to personal feuds being settled. There was always something to fight for. Mixed in with this loud and rocking place was the Veiled Alliance. They could signal each other here for meetings and other arrangements. One of the bar maidens worked for them under an apprenticeship. Of course, there were also two others that spied for the templars. ALL of them searched for information to sell or trade with someone. It is in The White Hand we find two heroes. These heroes were part of a scouting party that aided in the overthrow of the Gith recently. One of the tradehouses has created an open tab for them. One is using it to his fullest. “Mania…yous should slow downd a bit. Yous drink likes that and you’lls be on the slaves block” Dogg, or Dirty Dogg to several women here, is having a good time. He comes here once a week at least to listen for rumors and usable information for his employer- Greene Blewes and for his friends in the resistance- the Veiled Alliance. Tonight however, it is strictly time to enjoy life and the living of it. “Ise okay Dougz” Mania has never been here. Or at least he doesn’t ever remember being here before. He has lost much of his memories until about a month ago. He remembers bits and pieces of it but there are no feelings to go with them. He clings to them but fears their reality. He is also remarkably gifted. He is stronger, faster and smarter than most anyone he has ever known. He has learned that he has the gift of psionics. His biggest problem however is still himself. He came to know this recently. It is as if something compels him to do things to push away friends and allies. He overheard Dutch and Greene speaking. Greene feels he is boy trying hard not to grow up. Dutch had some things less pleasant to say. Although he knows Dutch likes him. That is the other problem. People like him. He attracts people to him regularly. A seductive looking woman of House Shom walks by. She places a small crystal on the table secretly as she walks by. Mania misses it in his drunken abuse. Dogg sees it. With a cocky smile he palms it. He closes his eyes and gets an image of the same woman, in a candlelit room, taunting and teasing him. He opens his eyes and looks for her in the crowd. He sees her by the balcony looking at him. “’Sure you cand make it back Mania?” Asks Dogg without looking at him. “Hummmm…. Oh sures …sures I cans”, he answers with sleepy eyes. “Whys..?” “Gotta go”, He says suddenly sobering up. As he leaves, Mania begins to slip down his chair with a goofy look on his face. After about ten minutes of looking at the bottom of his table, two large muls come over. “That him?” Sharp nod “Don’t look much like a hero.” Toothy grin “Street, cell or slavery?” Twinkle in his black eyes [/QUOTE]

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