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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 18, 2015 19:28:59 GMT -5
A small hamlet north of Mason Keep about four or five miles. Gained its name from the band of the Faith Militant who had battled the living dead in its narrow streets. The bodies of those fallen have been laid to rest in it. Has about a hundred or so inhabitants and a few curious tourists who wish to see where the legendary fight occurred. Also a tavern and a sept.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 20, 2015 18:41:11 GMT -5
A lone rousney ambles down the road into Deafall, a grizzled rider atop it with a hand and a half sword upon his back. He dismounts, rolls a bit of sourleaf and lights the tip with flint and steel, placing the it in his mouth and inhaling deep. Letho makes his way into the nearest inn, armor and more weapons than a man rightly needed clanging as he stepped. He had come for the festival a Mason's Keep, which drew men from across the kingdoms, including criminals. Lordsbane had shown his face at the last summit held. Even if it did not draw a man with a price on his head, it may offer information and companions.
He approached the inn keep and placed a few coppers on the counter, stating "Room for the evening." rasping in gravelly tone. He never needed to shout: he could always be heard.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 18:43:03 GMT -5
The innkeep takes the coins. "Second floor, third bunk on the left," he said. "You need ale or food? Our beer is cold and the beef is warm," he promised. He looks impressed at the walking arsenal.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 20, 2015 18:52:58 GMT -5
He gave a curt nod in response, depositing another pair of coppers, belly too empty and throat too dry. His purse felt too light as well, but work would change that fast.
"Any word worth hearing?" he inquired, taking a seat.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 19:06:42 GMT -5
"Always," the man said. "What sort of word are you interested in?"
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Post by Kurts on Jul 20, 2015 19:17:43 GMT -5
"Word of men who are of more value without their heads." he replied, not one to mince words.
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Deadfall
Jul 20, 2015 22:35:27 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 22:35:27 GMT -5
"Shit my neighbor," he said. "Asshole dog shits on my porch every day!" But you want a real bad type you need to head to the castle. Every fucking miscreant for miles will be drawn to that gathering like flies to the finest horseshit."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 21, 2015 12:04:28 GMT -5
"Worth a free room to you?" the bounty hunter asked, standing, tone not making plain if it was a morbid joke or disturbingly in earnest. "I'll head up that way. Hold the room."
Letho had known he would end up at Mason's Keep, but had no desire to room amongst the revelers. After spending so much time in solitary at Ghaston Grey, he was not overly fond of crowds.
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Deadfall
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 12:07:48 GMT -5
"It'll be held," the in keep says. You don't refuse death when he asks, and the warrior looks much like the reaper himself. The dining room has people in it, but this far from the castle it is only busy, not crowded.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 22, 2015 19:14:07 GMT -5
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Letho returned to the inn at Deadfall, where he had instructed Leland they would rendezvous, not entirely trusting the man around crowds. By the lack of stench in the air, he could surmise his fellow ex-convict had not yet arrived. He leaned on the wall outside the inn, lit a sour leaf cigarette, and waited.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 22, 2015 19:45:59 GMT -5
Leland arrived soon after looking skittish and deep yet bulging eyes looked around surveying the crowd suspiciously. He had numerous throwing knives and axes protruding from just as many belts around his body, but completing the ensemble was a longbow strung across his back and two hand axes at either hip.
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 22, 2015 19:50:51 GMT -5
Mina trotted up to the inn, where she received word of the meeting. Looking down at Letho, she nodded to him,"Is this the place where I make my money or are you just standing there holding the wall up?" The huge woman was almost the size of a man, if it wasn't for her big tits and pretty face you would have thought so.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 22, 2015 19:57:44 GMT -5
Leland watches as the woman walks up to them, he walks over to her sniffing cautiously. "You smell purdy." He says gathering close, "I need to get your scent for my collection." He cackles.
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 22, 2015 20:01:00 GMT -5
Mina frowned as the man sniffed her, moving back slightly until she pushed him back,"The fuck are you doing, creepy little shit?!"
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 22, 2015 20:18:26 GMT -5
"Forceful, I like that." He claims with a small smile. "Would do nicely paired with his, and mine would finally disappear." He states sounding gleeful.
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