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Post by Anston Deravius on Dec 17, 2009 16:57:58 GMT -5
Anston was walking on the dirt path... just looking around, noticing how the wind sways the trees, throws sand in spirals, and shoving the grass on the ground. He kept on walking for around three hours when he noticed something. As he came upon Kvatch, the air got crisp, and the smell of ash and flesh was not far off. His pace started getting faster, and faster. When he saw a camp on the road leading upwards to Kvatch, he walked into it. He then noticed two blackish-red horns sticking out from in front of Kvatch's gate.
As he walked into the camp he stopped at a merchant and asked, "What in the world happened here?" "Madness..." The merchant replied, "And it IS madness, cause should it not be... then we're doomed." Anston walked up to a young female Nord who was most likely an inn keeper. "Do you have an extra tent?" As she looked at him, she just nodded "Go ahead, get in any empty tent. And god only knows how many more bandits will show up here." Before Anston walkde off, he turned back around. "Did you say bandits showed up here?"
"Yes, they show up every now-and-then. Taking whats left of our food supply, and the guards are too busy making sure the Oblivoin Gate doesn't open again." "Bet I could help 'ya out with 'yer bandit problem." "Really? If you could, you can take anything you want!" As Anston started turning around he said in a mild tone "Lets just make sure that what 'ya got there aint any bull... "
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Post by Klarth F. Lester on Dec 21, 2009 8:49:15 GMT -5
Klarth let out a loud yawn stretching his arms up and his head back, until he fell off the crate he was on with a ’thud’ and groaned, that’s right, he was guarding this crate…lotta good that would have been, he looked around laying on his back still, lets kind of leaning on the box over his head. He sighed faintly, a little embarrassed. But no one seemed to notice him, he heard the people of the fallen city, talking to someone.
He gathered his hat and climbed back upward to stand up and look toward the man with curious eyes. Ah he wasn’t overly interesting. Klarth yawned again rubbing his eyes and stretched before walking over to the small group while heating there conversation. “what…are yall talking about?” he blinked, one of the men explained someone was going to help them kill the bandits. “ah I said that like five minuets ago! Err, maybe not kill but I was--” he waved his hands around and paused looking at the man and sighed slumping forward some. ‘he dose look like a better warrior then me, I cant really blame them….’ he thought to himself.
He stood back up putting his hands on his hips then looked at the stranger, as he spoke about them not having any bull? “what would it matter?” Klarth razed a brow. “if they had anything at all?” he smirked a little.
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Post by Anston Deravius on Dec 21, 2009 22:56:36 GMT -5
"You make a good point... I don't suppose you'll help me?" He walked towards the man withthe odd hat. "And between you and me, once this place is all fixxed up, mostly due to most the towns lending them money, they'll be rich for a while." As he looked to the left, and slowly to the right, and back to the odd fellow. "And that means we can get a profit... "
I wonder if the bandits are who I think they are... then we'll have no problem of getting rid of them little buggers. If you do help me, then we'll split the profits 60-40... you get 40 cause if you ever need my help, just ask. But it'll cost you." He slowly backed away and back into the crowd he was talking with before, and asked "If I do help you, what will you do for me?" He said, with a grim smile on his face.
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Post by Klarth F. Lester on Dec 21, 2009 23:56:53 GMT -5
“W-what!?” Klarth blinked and stuttered a little as the stranger spoke to him, about helping him? Ah he didn’t really mind helping but why should it cost the people at all? Klarth frowned at the 60-40 thing…geesh what was with this man!? Profit all he cared about!? Klarth frowned looking downward…”I don’t know…I-” he paused looking up as the man went back to the crowd to talk and growled faintly.
Not that he didn’t want to help, he just hated getting involved with strangers that seemed to care about nothing but profit. He sighed lightly and tilted his hat with both his hands and sucked in a deep breath. “I’ll help no cost.” he half heartedly shouted. “I’ll work with whoever…lets just get this done with!” the Bosmer stomped his foot then turned away back towards the crate he was sitting on before and plopped down almost wondering if anyone heard him. And sighed. “I’ll help.” he frowned he was still disappointed the mages guild here was gone, how else would be become the best wizard ever?
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Post by Anston Deravius on Dec 22, 2009 14:56:45 GMT -5
As Anston walked towards the person that seemed to be very grumpy from what he said. "I hope you don't mind if I ask but... whats your name? And you, can just call me Trey.
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Post by Klarth F. Lester on Feb 8, 2010 0:22:52 GMT -5
“Uh?” Klarth blinked and smiled lightly. “Klarth Lester…..sorry I’m kind of down I didn’t mean to sound so rude.” he scratched the back of his neck and watched the man. “Trey then, nice to meet you” he held out his hand to shake.
[okay next posts must be longer XD lol]
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