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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 7:35:02 GMT -5
The docks of Coldsteel. About a dozen large fishing boats constantly troll the waters of the Sunset Sea seeking tuna and cod. The two taverns are near the docks as well, and in many ways the tiny port is the center of life in the town.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 9:38:24 GMT -5
Early in the day Rowan enters the harbour, covered in oiled skins their various axes are in a brace on their back and their hood up. Rowan makes their way along talking to whomever will talk to inquire about some work or to do some chores for the odd coin or a meal or at least a bite to eat. Rowan looks unafraid of hard work and their face is bit pinched around the corners for want of a good meal.
(unless the chars are meeting in a planned manner?)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 11:10:25 GMT -5
The hermaphrodite is something of a curiosity in the small village, but usefulness trumps oddity in lean times, and as Rowan looks about, lean times are easy to see. While the harvest is good, and the fish will forever stop the village from ever truly starving, the years of warfare and unrest, and the exodus of many of the town's sons who stayed in Lannisport or other cities seeking better opportunities after their military time has left Coldsteel disproportionately female, older male, or children. Young, strong men, needed for the heaviest of physical labor, are always in high demand.
Rowan sees the local butcher, Grinning Ben, talking to another local miscreant, his best friend Harris. The pair used to mock Rowan in their youths but since adulthood they occasionally use local talent to assist them in their legal farming or their less legal other activities. The butcher waves. "Rowan," his deep, booming voice barks out, "you look like you're about to go back to fooking war," he drawled. "You know something we don't?"
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The harbor
Jul 28, 2016 12:15:23 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 12:15:23 GMT -5
Rowan gives a bit of a wave and walks over to them giving a half friendly smile 'Hallo Ben, Harris..' Rowan greets and shakes their head. 'Nought that I know of.. Ye never know when ye need a hefty axe though.. Meh bloody Uncles went leave me bits alone so I is staying away till mamma milks 'em out.. Ye got anything ye need doing for a crust or an end of summit?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 15:05:10 GMT -5
Harris smiles a tad at her words. "Well, strange you were talking," he said happily, "was thinking of going...shopping," he said, "down toward the Searoad." His smile suggests shopping isn't going to involve money being traded. "Them uncles o'yers could always have an accident at sea," he said, "but if he need money before we go shoppin' I need someone to herd the cattle back to the pen. I've a powerful thirst today and it won't be quenched in that damn field."
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The harbor
Jul 28, 2016 15:18:25 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 15:18:25 GMT -5
Rowan shrugs 'Letchings 'he least of 'em faults bet they's me ken so's leaves 'em be.. I is quite capable of popping theirs skills me self.' Rowan gives them a side ways eyeball around their hood, 'Hmm, if there be a tall drink in it whens done with a bit of eh bite I's be happy to help with both if ye's be wanting a pair of hands and a swift switch? ..Ye be need to supply's the switch though, I is all out oh switches.' Rowan gives a cheeky grin to the lads.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 15:21:03 GMT -5
"I got six coppers and an ale," Harris confirmed. "Switch is in the barn next to the entrance. MEet us at Marlie's when yer done. Come too late and I may only got four coppers left," he. Jested. "I do lose count of me drinks after a dozen or so."
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The harbor
Jul 28, 2016 15:27:02 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 15:27:02 GMT -5
Rowan gives a whoop and after blowing a cheeky kiss to Harris trots off to the barn gets the switch and goes to the field to go herd the cattle back to the pen, flicking a gentle sting or a tap on the hind quarters in direction of any cattle that break out of formation as they herds them in the direction they all be needing to go
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 15:52:45 GMT -5
It only takes a half hour or so to do the work, and Rowan can head to Marlie's tavern in due course. The tavern is mostly quiet save the two boisterous men drinking. "You get it done?" Harris asked. "Was fast." Marlie alone is working, the middle aged woman smiling archly and serving drinks.
"What ye having Rowan?"
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The harbor
Jul 28, 2016 16:01:55 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 16:01:55 GMT -5
Rowan gets the cattle shifted, bolts them tight and after replacing the switch heads to Marlies and plops on a stool at Harris' table 'Ol' Burly Butt tried teh sass meh, but 'hat was it. A pot of summit a bit sweet and a bowl of whatever that is that smells good please.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 16:13:15 GMT -5
The food comes out and Marlie pockets her coins. "Heard some knight is coming," she said. "For the festival. For more taxes. Fucking taxes. Fucking lords." She rolled her eyes. "Gonna try making me sell, I can feel it. But I won't."
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Jul 28, 2016 16:18:21 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 16:18:21 GMT -5
Rowan half salutes Marlie with the spoon, 'Thanks' Rowan chews a bite then ponders 'Wander if noble heads pop like heh bandit heads.. Ye think gold dust might dribble out? Be good if it did, could pay the taxes better 'hat way.. Oh.. Or mebbie 'hey might take fermented fish guts instead... Knows where plenty oh 'hat is'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 16:24:09 GMT -5
Harris chortled. "Bet they do. Or their purses do and where there's nobles there's purses." He looked to the tavern keep. "MArlie anyone makes you sell we'll slit their throat and you keep the money they give you for the place," he vowed. "Your hand alone makes my belly fill with ale, fear true."
The tavern owner shook her head. "Ever the charmer. You lads hear the Maiden's out east having a social gathering? Them skinny lasses need men to fill their bellies with children. What you all doing here?"
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The harbor
Jul 28, 2016 16:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 16:29:02 GMT -5
Rowan nods in agreement 'And I make a new set oh bowls out heh skulls for ye.' Rowan frowns and prods the area in question with an inquiring finger 'Not managed to get a belly on a woman yet Marlie, not sure if meh little bits can do that, so not much use me gonna go plowing 'em heh? Unless 'heys wanting to practice or summet '
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 28, 2016 16:34:31 GMT -5
Moria walked along the docks, looking over at the waters edge as she did so. Her eyes kept shifting about, looking if anyone might have some line or hooks they'd left unattended, or if she was lucky, any fish that had been tossed out for her to take.
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