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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 26, 2023 15:57:39 GMT -5
She got up and dressed before making her way outside to see what was going on.
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Post by Janus on Apr 27, 2023 14:15:02 GMT -5
You slip out of bed, and taking a few steps you find your balance is strangely off. Wider hips is the only conclusion you can come to on review of Carline's memories. She, you, can dance, run, indeed you used to tumble as a girl... or did you... you were...
You dress, the sensation both familiar and new, Carline's muscle memory at odds with your original memories. It's an odd sensation but after a few moments you are dressed and out the door.
You find yourself in a corridor lined with doors, and at the top of a set of stairs. There is a smell of cooking coming up the stairs.
You remember that Chesterton's room was next to yours but on previous days he had been down stairs awaiting you with breakfast.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 27, 2023 14:31:11 GMT -5
She made her way downstairs as best she could in heels until she reached the kitchen.
2 stones in agl to do so.
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Post by Janus on Apr 30, 2023 13:18:48 GMT -5
"Ah, Milady, you are just in time for breakfast. Please sit and I shall bring you your morning coffee."
Chesterton holds a chair out for you in the inns dining area. It isn't exactly fine dining. The tables have no clothes but they are made of sturdy wood and you vaguely remember that the town that has grown up outside of the walls is more like an armed camp. For such a place a genuine inn with anything approaching a civilised approach to inn keeping is high society.
It seems like you are the first guest to arrive for breakfast so you sit and wait.
Coffee arrives first, then toasted bread, a pair of boiled eggs and a half grapefruit.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Apr 30, 2023 14:35:41 GMT -5
She sits down and eats her fil trying to remember and display the proper manners she was taught in this life.
1 in Int to do so.
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Post by Janus on May 2, 2023 14:35:26 GMT -5
Chesterton keeps your coffee filled as you eat.
This is what breakfast normally looks like. It is a familiar sensation even though not from your memories.
"So, m'lady, what are your plans for today?"
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on May 2, 2023 15:07:34 GMT -5
That was a good question. As much as Carline's past life did not care for this type of mission. Backing away would undoubtably raise some questions she'd have a hard time answering.
"A good question. Right now I think we need to hunker down and prepare for another go at those Goblins." She said. "Tell me, is anyone currently running recon of any sort on their base or territory?" She asked.
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Post by Janus on May 5, 2023 13:46:53 GMT -5
"A fine question m'lady, I fear I am not up to date with the situation in the city, but I dare say Master Anders will be. Shall I fetch him for you?"
Anders, your body guard. He was sent by your father to look after you, he does however seem to sleep in more often than not, and you have until now relied on his opinion on military matters.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on May 6, 2023 12:36:31 GMT -5
"No, it's fine. Let him rest a bit more." She said.
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Post by Janus on May 8, 2023 15:23:15 GMT -5
You finish breakfast as people start to filter into the dining area.
A pair of high elves, a man and a woman, in fine merchant clothes sit at a table in the corner. A trio of humans, clearly mercenaries, two men and a woman throw themselves into a large table next to you and a Dwarf with a large black beard picks a small table by a wall.
Each of them are served by a serving maid who brings out food and drink.
Chesterton simply stands back waiting for instructions.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on May 8, 2023 15:30:13 GMT -5
Carline for her part just remains quiet and listens and observes the conversation going on.
2 stones in Int to observe.
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Post by Janus on May 11, 2023 11:41:33 GMT -5
The elves are quiet, talking softly in a language you don't recognise, the mercenaries however are much louder.
"Ha! That gobbo never knew what hit him!" Cries the largest of them, man-mountain of muscle with a huge two handed sword leaning next to him. He has tousled curly blonde hair and a short beard, his tunic and trousers showing the stains common to being worn under armour.
"Nasty little bast**ds, must be starving on there by now. Maybe we'll find out how they're getting patrols out beyond the walls."
His companion, a shorter slender man, with short brown hair and a beard, dressed in the garb of a ranger of some sort replies more softly.
"It's more surprising that the Dwarves haven't figured it out yet. This was their damn city. There's enough merchants being killed on the roads..."
His voice turns bitter and angry as the the female of the group leans in and whispers something in his ear, nodding your way.
She seems serious, all curly dark hair, dark skin and black or grey clothing. There are a surprising number of knives on her that you can see and you get the feeling that you can't see all of them.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on May 11, 2023 18:32:19 GMT -5
"They still have not found an answer?" She noted. "I see." She frowned. "In that case we will likely need to do extra recon around the area to find potential escape routes. It won't matter how many we storm the hideout with if they can just escape out a secret passage." She said out loud.
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Post by Janus on May 25, 2023 7:53:21 GMT -5
"Yup, damn things just keep popping out of their holes to kill and fade away." Says a voice behind you.
A man slumps heavily into a chair next to you. This is Anders, a sword master and body guard. His long blonde hair is tied back into a tail, his chin has its usual 12 o'clock stubble on it aside from the scar running up the side of his chin to his cheek bone on the right side.
He has the rugged good looks and heavily muscled physique that most nobles expect of their elite retainers. He also has the attitude of people who know they are in high demand.
He slams down a mug of what smells like very strong coffee and puts his feet upmon the table.
"You gonna do something about it, Princess?"
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on May 25, 2023 22:37:45 GMT -5
"Maybe I am." She said. "Spread the word. I'm looking to hire extra hands for our next expedition. I want scouts and trackers first and foremost fighters second, healers and mages last." She said. "Tell them I'm willing to compensate fairly but generously for their assistance."
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