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Joe_Ghostbuster
10/21/2000 10:58 AM

In the night of Flotsam,city of murderers,pick-pockets,mobsters,a city where a day with no murder is an event, a city that at night turns ugly,sits on a curve of the street a man dressed only in black pants.A silver medalion with a number on it lays on a string on his neck.And despite the horrors of Flotsam of night,despite the screams of people not a two feet away from him,he is not disturbed.
Today is the day that his father,his grandfather,his uncle,all died.A year ago to the day,and the pain was as strong as if he had been the one stuck with the axe,the lance,the knife in the back.And today he had killed the last of those who had aided in the murder of his family.
This man,a man feared as one of the most dangerous men of Kyrnn,a man without honour in his job,a man who would do all for revenge,who had done all in revenge,this man now puts his head in his hands and weeps,weeps it seems for all eternity.For he had done it,they had done it,and now he was as dead inside as his grandfather,his father,his uncle.He was dead.
OOC:Do with this what you will.It came to me.You can continue the story,or make this a regular RP,or just leave it as it is.But if you RP it,I am that man.No one else.__________________________________________________

Erotic is using a feather. Kinky is using a chicken.

The_Hooded_One
10/24/2000 2:18 AM

Glowsteel walked home from his forge in his usual bad mood. The old dwarf could remember times when Flotsam was a growing bustling city. Full of hard working people trying to earn a living. Since then all those people had moved on. Or had been killed. The vast majority of Flotsam denizons were now cut-throats or thieves. Glowsteel was too old to move on and start again. Too stubborn also the dwarf thought to himself with a smile. Although Glowsteel didn't have it all bad. There was no shortage of demand for newly forged steel in Flotsam. All the thieves rings and assassin guilds had put the word out to leave the dwarf alone. Good smiths were hard to find in Flotsam these days. Halfway home, Glowsteel sees a weeping man and does his best to ignore it. The site was nothing new. Probably someone grieving a lost loved one. Although this man emanated a certain emptiness that Glowsteel found he couldn't ignore.
"There there Boy." The old dwarf says to the full grown man. "Lost your wife? A child perhaps? It be nothing new in these streets. Ye should move on from here Boy. I'll even help ye get out if ye like."
Cursing himself for his stupid generosity, Glowsteel reaches into a pouch and withdraws his last two steel pieces.
"Here ye are Boy." Glowsteel says and offers the weeping man the coin.

Dragon Peak
Where F**K Lives
Minus the *'s

Joe_Ghostbuster
10/24/2000 5:49 AM

He opens his eyes.In front of him is a dwarf.He had just offered him money,two steel peices.
At first he just looks at the coins.Then,smiling sadly,he returns them to the dwarf.
"Thank you,stranger.I am Horrus of the Haradar,and I need no money.But what you have given me is far more precious,and for that, take this."
He throws a bag of steel,taken from somewhere in his black pants, to the dwarf.He smiles again,still sadly."You have given me a litle hope."
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Erotic is using a feather. Kinky is using a chicken.

The_Hooded_One
10/25/2000 1:55 AM

Glowsteel scratches the back of his neck. Like all dwarves, Glowsteel felt uncomfortable taking compliments. Looking through the pouch, Glowsteels eyes widen.

"How could a man of your wealth come to be so..." the dwarf trails off searching for the right words. "Come to be so empty?"



Dragon Peak
Where F**K Lives
Minus the *'s

Joe_Ghostbuster
10/25/2000 3:33 AM

"That is a long and sad tale,and I am too tired to tell it now.Will you come to my home with me?I feel I should repay you."says the Haradar.
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"he is such a fuck... lol..."- Slappy

The_Hooded_One
10/27/2000 5:36 AM

Glowsteel jingles the pouch of coins in pocket.
"Ye have paid me more than enough Boy. I accept ye invitation anyways. As long as ye agree to wipe the idea of debts out of that head of ye's."


Dragon Peak
Where F**K Lives
Minus the *'s

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