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  1. The crowd was getting a little impatient. Jon could see it on their faces, the way the rich fanned their ruddy cheeks, or the merchants drummed fingers on their arms. More and more pressed into the square in front of the auction tent to the point all the other tables were full. All except Jon’s. Something about his expression, perhaps, the half helm on the table and the claymore sprouting from his back like a crucifix had allowed him to keep his table all to himself. It was unintentional. A little amusing and probably for the best. At last, a small, wrinkly dwarf with a beard as fine as cobwebs stepped up to the dais in front of the auction tent and banged his cudgel on the lectern. “The auction will now begin,” he said in a voice as thick as his beard. “All items found on the land of one Mister Trodin Forkweathow, in the ruins of a monastary long buried. All of indecipherable age but probably dating back to the Caperium era. The first item is a set of daggers, in middling condition…” Jon tuned out. The crowd had turned mostly silent, and his boys had disappeared from sight, which was well and good. A silent crowd was hard to pick-pocket in, despite everyone’s attention being focussed on the dwarf and his assistant dwarf, who held up all the items for view. Jon’s heart started to race, and despite his calm demeanour he felt butterflies in his stomach. To pull this off he’d have to be ready at a moment’s notice.
  2. Dang. Seems common among RPers here. I've had bouts myself previously, though not right now thankfully. Just anxiety at the moment😬 😁
  3. Maybe a pendant? Something that could be worn would be cool.
  4. Jon watched the auction tent and crowd with multiple sets of eyes. One set was located in his own head. Another gazed out from the vantage point of a gable of a nearby roof. The final set peered out from the first story window of a nearby inn, between a chink left in the curtains. From such a vantage point, he had all the bases covered. The good news was nobody was giving his human form much attention. A few cursory glances here and there, of course – he still wore his chainmail-and-leather armour despite the fact he’d ditched the heavy cloak in the warmer climate – but nothing that indicated hostile intent. There were several rich folk here too. Nobles from near or far with an interest in local history, or in powerful artefacts. They mostly mingled under their own pavilion. Some were the nobility themselves, others were representatives. They watched each other with more hostility than they did anyone else, though their eyes were alert. Then there were the peddlers, still setting up stalls or barking out a list of their wares. And the merchants, just as eager to bit an outrageous sum as the nobles. And a small cluster of youths towards the back of the square, spelling out trouble with their hushed whispers and roaming eyes. Though Jon’s purse was full, he doubted he could match the bidding power of the nobility or the merchants. He needed an alternative. Someone like him, middling in buying power, and capable of assisting him in the retrieval. Or he could wait until a merchant or nobility had bought it and offered his services as a treasure hunter. Or… The eldest of the youths walked past, giving him a knowing grin. Jon gave him a look that said, eyes on the job.
  5. Thanks Mickey. This is going to be fun! Also, would you mind sharing your character sheet for Jo? I tried searching "Jo" but it didn't turn up many results.
  6. This sounds like just what I need to get back into this website 🙂 . Can I play with Jon, please?
  7. I'm interested. I think I'm facing a general RP hurdle right now due to life circumstances, but I just can't stomach the idea of fighting another bunch of pirates. Maybe we can pick it up a little later, chronologically?
  8. "Shit," Jack exclaimed, unusually softly amongst the ringing of gunfire and the patter of bullets about his feet. He threw himself down behind a lump of metal - maybe the remains of an engine - and glanced about frantically with six sets of eyes. Priscilla was towards his right, more distance between her and the pirates and him. That was good, and she was with someone... Kinaaz the fairy-cum-succubus, or whatever she was. Thought she was dead. Maybe she would be soon unless she took cover. Jack wheeled his eagle owl higher and sent his tiger around the side of the wreckage, trying to flank the pirates. The treeline was too far away and metalfoot was still up that nearby solitary trunk, like a target for the pirates to shoot at. "Get down!" Jack called to him, waving his hand, then sat back down and drew his sword. "Hate my line of work sometimes," he growled, glancing over at Arzada, who still stood where she was as if the hail of bullets was nothing but a light rain.
  9. Sorry I haven't posted lately. I've had an intense week. Got my first ever full time permanent job on Monday, after a killer trial day. No more contracts or casual shifts!
  10. Jack listened to Priscilla and Ronin, and took note as the hoofed one bolted nimbly up the nearest tree that hadn't been flattened when the Gehenna came down. He listened to the vampire's question. Thought about answering. But his soldier instincts were stronger. So he fixed his gaze on Arzada's eyes and watched, waiting for that flash that always came before violence. "Come over here, Priscilla," he said, drawing a little closer - but not too close. He didn't want to spook the vampire. There was a distant shout, and with his owl eyes he saw they had been spotted by a group of pirate-scavengers. At least a dozen, drawing closer with weapons drawn. Great.
  11. Glad to have y'all back. For future reference I'm happy to have a revolving door policy once you've been in the first time. Just try to make it fit in with the story:).
  12. Thanks, @Jotnotes, for the effort you put into this. I appreciate I'm not the only one trying to keep this RP rolling.
  13. I agree with this statement, generally. That said if you have a whole town or city's worth of people, even if the citizens are meant to be intelligent/strong you're always going to be able to assume someone is the exception to the rule. Ie. you have a city full of university-educated people but you're still going to need janitors, gardeners, window cleaners etc. Having such a job doesn't necessarily mean they're not intelligent but these jobs require, above all, the ability to not get bored with the mundane. They're not associated with intelligence. So having a gullible bus driver in a city of "intelligent" citizens would be no problem for me. That said, it would be less cohesive to portray the mayor of such a town/city as a gullible buffoon. The mayor of a city of intelligent people would probably be quite sophisticated and... intelligent.
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