Lazzamore
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As Written by Lazzamore
Horses nay'd as carriages wandered through the small Easttowne, a trading hub and port on the far east coast of Idain. Someone shouted at another, sending shock waves through the ports main, winding road. Out here in the fringe, people are untamed, controlled mostly by whatever their own ends are.
You are far, far away from the Kingdoms. Any kingdoms. Kings and high priests and even some gods have little a hand in the eastern frontier. the Land around you is drab, brown and silent. The things that make noise get eaten, which would have been pertinent information to the drunken brawler who shouted earlier, unfortunately too late for him as the venerable Lord Hokk's new prison just found a new guest.
Lord Hokk is not royalty, though he is quite rich. He is a merchant responsible for Easttowne, or most of it anyways. Buying from Tuaru, selling to Begdor... A lot of wealth passes through the man's pale hands.
Betrice the daughter of Calbin the Lame carried a complimentary basket of fruit home from Hokk's orchard, the main supply of food and trade for Easttowne, since the sugar fields are strictly 'not for filthy peasants'. aside from sugar and apples, the town had little food most of the time, and imported much through adventurers... Such as you.
As written by TheGreenerGrey
The fourth age. The ‘Age of Peace’. The times where there were no wars, no hardships, no downtrodden. Where everyone worked together for the betterment of the world and for each other.
Psh. What a load of shit.
Look around you! You’re an adventurer in Easttown! You’re pretty sure only half of the kids running underfoot and trying to rob you blind know what the word ‘Honest’ means.
The town was a downtrodden, dirty place filled with crime and the worst people imaginable (Lookin at you Red Priests! Go back to your own country with your upstart god and leave us good folk alone!). Peace and Harmony your ass.
But that’s how you like it. If it weren’t for the myriad of problems that the Gods seemed too small or unnoticeable to deal with themselves, you would be starving in an alley by now. As an Adventurer, you take on jobs from the Guild and they pay you for it.
These jobs can go from monster extermination, all the way up to cults plotting for the end of something or assassination of powerful people. The one thing is in common however, is blood.
As you step into the Easttown Guild hall for the first time, you are greeted with a familiar sight.
The place is large and expansive, mostly wooden and filled with either merry goers or brooding anti-social types sitting in the corner. Allllll eight of them.
The place stinks of booze and the noise of shouting, screaming and bar fights assaults your ears as you expertly navigate your way through. You may be new, but even the People of Lead drink and unless you’re a noble you learn how to make your way through an inn very quickly.
You make your way over to the Bulletin Board, where potential tasks are posted, along with the required ranking for Adventurers.
Time for you and whoever else signs up to earn some money!
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((Right, you lot already know this but this is Ann Adventurer sub-RP of mine I’ll be running under Lazzy. Every race but Hellion is available for play. You all start at C-Rank Adventurer level, with the lowest rank being D and highest S.
Make a char sheet with a backstory and general overviews of abilities, but make sure to include your rank and put a bit more emphasis into it in general as I like larger Bios.))
Horses nay'd as carriages wandered through the small Easttowne, a trading hub and port on the far east coast of Idain. Someone shouted at another, sending shock waves through the ports main, winding road. Out here in the fringe, people are untamed, controlled mostly by whatever their own ends are.
You are far, far away from the Kingdoms. Any kingdoms. Kings and high priests and even some gods have little a hand in the eastern frontier. the Land around you is drab, brown and silent. The things that make noise get eaten, which would have been pertinent information to the drunken brawler who shouted earlier, unfortunately too late for him as the venerable Lord Hokk's new prison just found a new guest.
Lord Hokk is not royalty, though he is quite rich. He is a merchant responsible for Easttowne, or most of it anyways. Buying from Tuaru, selling to Begdor... A lot of wealth passes through the man's pale hands.
Betrice the daughter of Calbin the Lame carried a complimentary basket of fruit home from Hokk's orchard, the main supply of food and trade for Easttowne, since the sugar fields are strictly 'not for filthy peasants'. aside from sugar and apples, the town had little food most of the time, and imported much through adventurers... Such as you.
As written by TheGreenerGrey
The fourth age. The ‘Age of Peace’. The times where there were no wars, no hardships, no downtrodden. Where everyone worked together for the betterment of the world and for each other.
Psh. What a load of shit.
Look around you! You’re an adventurer in Easttown! You’re pretty sure only half of the kids running underfoot and trying to rob you blind know what the word ‘Honest’ means.
The town was a downtrodden, dirty place filled with crime and the worst people imaginable (Lookin at you Red Priests! Go back to your own country with your upstart god and leave us good folk alone!). Peace and Harmony your ass.
But that’s how you like it. If it weren’t for the myriad of problems that the Gods seemed too small or unnoticeable to deal with themselves, you would be starving in an alley by now. As an Adventurer, you take on jobs from the Guild and they pay you for it.
These jobs can go from monster extermination, all the way up to cults plotting for the end of something or assassination of powerful people. The one thing is in common however, is blood.
As you step into the Easttown Guild hall for the first time, you are greeted with a familiar sight.
The place is large and expansive, mostly wooden and filled with either merry goers or brooding anti-social types sitting in the corner. Allllll eight of them.
The place stinks of booze and the noise of shouting, screaming and bar fights assaults your ears as you expertly navigate your way through. You may be new, but even the People of Lead drink and unless you’re a noble you learn how to make your way through an inn very quickly.
You make your way over to the Bulletin Board, where potential tasks are posted, along with the required ranking for Adventurers.
Time for you and whoever else signs up to earn some money!
—
((Right, you lot already know this but this is Ann Adventurer sub-RP of mine I’ll be running under Lazzy. Every race but Hellion is available for play. You all start at C-Rank Adventurer level, with the lowest rank being D and highest S.
Make a char sheet with a backstory and general overviews of abilities, but make sure to include your rank and put a bit more emphasis into it in general as I like larger Bios.))
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