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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 3, 2015 12:45:22 GMT -5
Prince Charles stare into the deep dark water as it ripples, listening to the sounds of the city. When he suddenly hears foot steps approaching, he turn and meet eyes with a dark haired man with a single curl over his forehead, the rest of his hair is slicked back. He recognize him as the man from last night, the one who filled Bogomil's cup first. The adventurer with the symbol of a fist and clutching lighting upon his studded leather armor. His eyes dark with annoyance. He stops and meets eyes with you. The annoyance fading from his eyes being replaced with curiosity. Its silent between the two for a while when suddenly his lips part. "This may come as a strange question but, have we met?" Orellow asks.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 3, 2015 21:52:24 GMT -5
"Does that line ever work?" Charles asks jokingly, immediately holding up his hands to show he meant no disrespect. "Sorry, it has been a trying evening, and I shouldn't take it out on you friend." He studies the fellow before him, "I don't believe we have, but you do have the look of an adventurer..." He trails off for a moment, thinking things through, finding a place for this man in his plans. "I will be in need of adventurous sorts in the coming weeks, would you be interested in some dirty work?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 6, 2015 11:25:18 GMT -5
A small smile grows on Orellow's face. "Haha! Line? Good one. Not a worry, my friend, its probably just my imagination". He laughs and lets you go on. "And you seem to have the look of someone important" He says gesturing to his attire. "Dirty work? I'm a man who seeks truth and justice in my work, its cleanliness is of little importance" he waves his hand dismissivly.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 6, 2015 13:07:14 GMT -5
Charles looks down at himself, "One has to dress the part when you attend one of the Duchess' parties." There is no bragging in his voice, just a statement of facts. "I wasn't speaking to the cleanliness of the work, but to the character of the work." He looks the man in the eye, "If you seek truth and justice, you must stand opposed to the thieves guilds that are ruining this city, yes?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 6, 2015 14:18:41 GMT -5
"Mmm? Theieve's guild's run this city, eh?" Orellow asks and looks around. "Place has seemed peaceful enough to me, but then again, I'm new here" He grins "But, I hunted Bandits for my daily bread. So, thumping city thugs is right up my alley" He grins, pounding his fist in his hand. "If a thief killer is your desire, I'm well equipped to do so, but" he says lowering his hands. "I ain't about to put in work for a stranger who asks strangers about dirty work without knowing why he's in need of such work"
(Insight: Nat 20+6. To read Charles. His body language, and such, is this a good guy? Read any lies you tell and etc.. I'm doing a full Insight check)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 6, 2015 15:10:46 GMT -5
Charles smiles, "My name is Prince Charles Somerset, Watcher of the Waves, Defender of the Somerset Isles." He says it simply, but with conviction, "I've recently brokered a deal with your Duchess, and part of that deal was to help her reclaim Clifton from those that wish to subvert her." You wouldn't be sure if he was speaking about Clifton as her, the Duchess as her or both. "So how about it Master... I just realizes that I don't even know your name." After you give a name, "Well Master Avnec, or may I call you Orellow? How about helping straighten out a city that has lost it's way?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 6, 2015 15:24:25 GMT -5
"That is quite a mouthful" Orellow says about Charles' name and titles. "Just call me Orellow, I am a master of no one" he chuckles. "Well, I've never been the type to involve myself with the City but it seems you've quite the under taking. So, I'm in" He smiles broadly and then it seems a thought hits him "Although, I'd think a Prince would be able to handle a guild or two? What could you need me for?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 6, 2015 19:57:02 GMT -5
Charles shrugs, "In this land I'm just a man in a fancy coat. So I took on this challenge alone, and set to work gathering allies." Charles finally turns away from the water, gesturing up the road, and then he begins to walk, "Tonight I lit a signal fire for my enemies back home, so I will be dropping out of sight for a while. There is an inn called the Wayfarer's Rest, a guardsman told me about it when I first came to town." He glances at your reaction, "Ah, you know it. Do you also happen to know a man by the name of Bogomil?" He nods again, smiling once more, "Excellent. I filled his Grail when I first came to town, and he has become a staunch ally of mine ever since. He will be our point of contact. If you need to get ahold of me, do so through him." You realize that the prince has been walking you toward the Wayfarer's Rest, "I believe this is where we part ways Orellow, Master of No One." He imparts your title sarcastically, but with a smile. "Anything else before I go?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 8, 2015 15:06:13 GMT -5
"No, Prince Charles, Watcher of the Waves and Defender of the Somerset Isles" Orellow jabs back with a grin. "Let the Jovious one know if any unwanted moths flock to your signal fire and I shall do my part, but for now, I retire, it has been a tiring day" He waves at Charles as he heads in. Assuming no further problems arise he give Ol' Boris a quick two finger salute before heading up to his room to rest. Going through his usual routine of locking the door and giving thanks to Vecna (In a whisper, of course) for another day where no one discovered his darkness before he sleeps.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 9, 2015 17:39:58 GMT -5
Charles nods, the barest incline of his head before he heads off toward his own home. Once inside Charles he removes the tie from his hair, and lets it fall loose. He carefully adds a part down the middle of his hair. Charles then strips off his fine clothes, and pulls his ink stained robe from the closet. As Charles' takes hold of the garment, his posture changes to that of Ezra the Scribe. Ezra puts away the fine clothes absentmindedly, as if he didn't know why such fancy clothing was here at all, let alone laying on the bed. With tomorrow's preparations ready, Ezra absentmindedly goes about preparing for bed.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 23, 2018 15:26:56 GMT -5
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