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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 4:43 pm
 Kingdom of Id Tortonis: Silver Kingdom The Silver Kingdom is none other than a large, spanning tower, the very tip in the shape of an observatory. This Kingdom is considered closest to the Miasma stars in the sky, its people proudly preserving the motto: Learn, Question, Adapt. There is no magic in this realm, there is no hefty technology other than what is borrowed from other Kingdoms, everything is deceptively simple and plain, a quiet district of no immediate threat.
The people in this kingdom are considered traders, residing inside the tower itself, from the base floor for the scribes, to the highest floors and chambers of the artisans. Traders of supplies, resources, information, the only thing they do not dabble in of course, is the illegal trade of Miasma. Everything else is no holds barred and that includes information. However, due to its own self-preservation, it retains a neutral stance towards the other kingdoms. Information is sold equally, it is obtained in price equally, and so are wares, and so are people, as very often their people are sold to the other kingdoms due to their unique ability of adaptation. The setting is rural, simple and peaceful. They are quite unique in themselves: appearance simple, at the most plain, ordinary, peasant wear, as many other kingdoms would call it, though their motives complex. They are often called ambassadors to other Kingdoms, to observe the Kingdoms and offer temporary services and alliances all for a price, be it information or wares.
This includes bartering for the people of the Silver Kingdom themselves for only in the Silver Kingdom can the people adapt to the powers and abilities of the other kingdoms. This is part of their unique role of who they are, that they are continuously learning, creating, and of course, changing when the situation rises.
The Silver King's recent death created an unprecedented turn of events: the adoption of the throne by his loyal Queen. Now crowned King, she resides in the Observatory, rarely ever seen anywhere else. Rumours are that she has locked the ghost of the King there, that she is secretly in league with various other Kingdoms, the list goes on and on.
The kingdom's favourite pastime is playing cards, a popular activity adopted throughout the townspeople. The game they play is called King's Curse. The players draw three cards. They then put down any card of the three. Now they must bluff and convince the other players that they have in their hands the highest three cards. This is a game of wit, to furthermore the concept of adaptation. It is said the King themselves could make anyone believe they contained in their hand the highest card every single time without fail or question simply from her demeanor alone.
Lastly is the concept of information and resources. Information gained is placed in the heavily guarded Archives, which contains a pretty thorough glance at the worlds around them. Information taken is also borrowed from the archives, though books are always mysteriously returned. Resources are stored in the underground chambers, once home to the older King's barbaric acts where they stored beasts to torture prisoners with. Now it simply stores resources, though it is rumoured that the current King has a hidden chamber of unspeakable resources and that is why she does not fear the shift in Miasma. It is safe here. It is peaceful here. Anyone, as long as they do not wish harm, are welcome here. RANKING SYSTEM:- Short of the King, everyone else is ranked the same. Every person who serves the King has a role on top of their continuous role to trade and gather supplies and information. They are scribes, they are librarians, they are artisans, they are blacksmiths, they live to barter and thus must by nature create. Many citizens often know two jobs, such as the ability to tailor and create alchemized potions. These items can then be sold off to neighbouring kingdoms, sometimes in exchange for resources, sometimes for information, or perhaps something else.
- OOC: ALL PLAYERS start off the same. You must now pick two "jobs" for your character. Applicable jobs are: crafting, sewing, cooking, fishing, hunting, if it is a mmo profession, you are probably safe. The setting is simple and medieval. Everyone lives in the white tower. Your character wants to be as productive as possible in order to be able to sustain their lives. Think of everyone as bartering entrepreneurs all trying to set up their own businesses to live and sustain themselves. At the heart of it all is the King who does not care much with daily lives other than themselves, to trade and barter what they need.
Everything is old, but being masters of adaptation does not make them ignorant. All residents of this kingdom are aware of items from the other Kingdoms, called Crown bargains, things they win from the kingdoms. A White Crown bargain may be deconstructed, or even kept as a piece of information to sell or share. Any information entered into the archives is a reward in itself, as citizens find themselves compensated in supplies for doing so. The greatest reward a citizen can get is archiving as much information as they can and obtaining the most supplies from it. Conversing and living with other Kingdoms is not considered uncommon, though many prefer to do it within the sanctuary of their own kingdom, due to territorial disputes that could happen. SPECIAL ABILITY:The highest rewarded citizens, the ones who have brought back the most in values of information or resources are considered Wild Cards. As higher ranking citizens, Wild Cards have higher endurance (OOC: 50/50 HP) They have one ability alone and that is the ability of adaptation.
gaia_crown [Wild Card ability: Chance ]: Wild cards can pick up any role. They can only do this once. They cannot pick up roles in Kingdoms that already have the MAX of that role (ie: they cannot be a Bishop if that Kingdom already has two Bishops). Once a wild card has taken that role, it cannot be reversed and they will no longer be able to change faction. Wild cards cannot take the roll of queen or king. - Once again, a Wild Card can only take on a role of a Bishop, if that Kingdom does not have 2 Bishops. That means if a Kingdom started with 1 Bishop, a King can take in a Wild Card, and make them the second one. That Wild Card will be PERMANENTLY the Bishop from now on. If a Wild Card that has turned into a Bishop falls, or is slain by a Pawn, the Pawn now has a Bishop Role (in whatever Kingdom they are in). - In order for a Wild Card to convert, they need to directly approach the King of that Kingdom. They will they pledge their loyalty/ rp as you see fit, and the King will make a choice of whether or not to recruit that Wild Card. After the bond is done, the Wild Card takes up the new role. This will become their PERMANENT role. A Wild Card can also choose to simply work with a King unconverted, but it means they can also betray that King. Unconverted working with a King means they don't get that Kingdom's special ability. - Wild Cards roll 2d8-6 to attack. They have a base HP of 50HP, unconverted. - Wild Cards roll 1d8 to defend. - When a Wild Card dissipates, they end up in any NEUTRAL ZONE labelled area.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 4:44 pm
Life was always busy in the Silver Kingdom. Currently most ranking Wild Cards were on assignment, and the few that were not were spread far and in between. The Wild Cards, the Silver King's chosen army, less so an army than a network. Eyes and ears in all corners of each kingdom, nothing quite escaped the Silver Kingdom's tendrils.
As Wild Cards, those assigned such a title were given a role. Watch and observe. Trade and offer. They were given an assignment as well, a Kingdom.
The Gold Kingdom of ornate Pride, boasting of spells and magic. Their emperor was known to be overly ornate, the King Peacock, as the Silver informants often called him.
The Green Kingdom, as wild and cluttered as their leader. They were the kingdom of Creation, and that meant nothing was too big or too small.
The Black Kingdom, of shadows and shades. There was something deeply mysterious about the Black Kingdom's promise of fore-ordained destiny.
The Violet Kingdom, home to the souls of the forgotten. A clever excuse of a prison, the king nothing more than a jailer.
The Blue Kingdom, a rough terrain of chance and unease. It was hard to gauge the Blue King, through the layers of gambling, addiction, and crime.
The Red Kingdom, a generally peaceful tribe that often traded wares with the Silver Kingdom. They wove dreams from illusions, and illusions from dreams.
The White Kingdom, a suspended behemoth of an airship sleek and uninviting, a fortress on its own due to simple solitude. Rumour has it that the White Kingdom also ships mysterious, unidentifiable wares.
Sometimes that included working with the Kingdom for months, and sometimes simply days. Time seemed to go by in less a linear fashion and more simply cyclic: always repeating itself in a loop. To every piece of resource, information gained, the Wild Cards were given a blessing. To every piece of information or resources taken, it was considered payment for their work.
And the King themselves, residing in tip of the Observatory, mysterious and absolute. Everything continued fine without their presence, though the current rumour and updated information as to the reasons behind the scarce presence of the King was as simple as a love story. Once upon a time, a very powerful Silver King fell ill, and to their lover promised everything, even in death. A peaceful story, a sweet story about shared responsibility and adapting. If a Queen could become a King, then a Wild Card could become anything they so desired within this Kingdom.
Every Sixth day of the Kingdom was crowned Market Day. It was then that each citizen of the Kingdom brought together their finest goods, shared secrets amongst each other and mingled with their own kind, a mandatory feat considering it was so easy sometimes, when one spent too much time in another Kingdom, to forget who they truly were and where their alliances lay. The Market Day was a time of celebration, and to each Market Day the King would arrive, seating themselves on the Market Pedestal, positioned right in front of the tower, ready to say a few good words. They were always the same words: adaptation is key, open one's eyes, serve the Silver Kingdom well, the general simple word of advice.
Today, the Pedestal was empty.
It wasn't too uncommon, the current King was at best, a recluse, nothing was quite out of place. Festivities would always, carry on, although a thick blanket of unease seemed to be settling throughout all those of the Silver Kingdom.
OOC: THE CHOOSING Welcome to the Silver Kingdom:- On Market Day, players are free to wander around the Market or attempt to sell their own wares. They can have any profession of choice, from sewing, to basket-weaving to whatever they please (see first post setting for guidelines), though all the Wild Cards here (OOC: THAT IS EVERYONE IN THIS THREAD) will have to eventually choose another Kingdom to shadow. It's nothing too serious, standard protocol: they needed to establish good bonds with the other Kingdoms, and to do so, they needed eyes and ears inside there, the King's finest. - You can build a backstory of your player with other players in this Kingdom (ie: My player Bob and player Sue are both jewelsmiths who have grown up in this kingdom, etc etc), or you can have them just meet up with each other for the first time. Feel free to have players talk and introduce each other. - OOC: Players should start speculating and thinking of what Kingdom they would want to shadow (ie: visit). Please read the linked King threads and come to a decision for your character, feel free to do this ICly as well! Due to volume, we are allowing only a max of 5 per Kingdom. That means if there are already 5 Wild Cards going to Shadow the Black Kingdom, you will be mitigated to another area. - Because it may get busy during RP, make sure to QUOTE the people you are talking to. SHADOWING A KINGDOM:- At the far end of the Market, next to the current empty Pedestal is a scribe waiting for you. You need to make a choice as to what your next Shadowing (ie: which Kingdom you will be investigating/ staying at/ communicating with) location is. You will be sent there when Market Day ends, think of yourself as Silver Kingdom ambassadors. - Once your character is ready to make a choice to which Kingdom they will be visiting, have your character rp out signing their choice to the scribe, and then quote Zoobey with the choice. - Your character WILL be sent there so make sure they are comfortable with that choice. As long as they do not use their Wild Card ability, your character can decide to move to another Kingdom or swap Kingdoms or even escape Kingdoms to another as they choose at any period in time (usually after an IC week long Shadowing period is how tradition goes). If they decide to use their Wild Card ability, they will be permanently stuck in that Kingdom (ICly this is called "a change of heart", which the Silver Kingdom also accepts) GOSSIP: - Players can now converse amongst themselves. As they talk to each other, perhaps introduce themselves to each other (for players who are unfamiliar with each other), they are able to hear rumours floating about. Roll a 6-sided dice. Match your dice roll to the results below, to hear a snippet of information passing by, though in the crowded tower hallway, it is hard to hear who is saying this. Players can roll as many times as they like, as they rp with other players. Think of this as adding a bit more flavour text to your rp as well! 1: "... the King is dying, she's going to be replaced...." 2: "She made a terrible choice, and keeps in the Observatory her most terrible secret..." 3. "... in the underground catacombs lies a terrible beast, waiting to devour..." 4. "... killed the previous King in order to gain power..." 5. "... collapse of our kingdom would create a power vacuum for the other Kingdoms, that would be unheard of..." 6. "... are protected by the Voice. We have nothing to worry about."
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Raja rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 5:59 pm
(( Rolling to see what kind of gossip he hears then writing RP Rolled a 1: "... the King is dying, she's going to be replaced...." )) (( Molan is entering the Kingdom thread. )) A light sigh escaped the jeweler as he wandered into the street, as usual teeming with life and business. Certainly Market Day was greatly productive, but also tiring. There was the most to gain, but also the most to lose. For favor certainly held a large part of it. Favor with the King, had... he shown. As one of the Wild Cards to the King he was held to many expectations, but also granted many options. Many kindnesses for it. Yet, the constant vacancy of that seat held little hope. Blue eyes cast one look at the ever evident lack of presence momentarily before moving to continue his work. Though apparently others had more to say of the recluse as he moved away. "...the King is dying, she's going to be replaced..." Brows merely knitted at the words, a casual look being cast in the general direction even if a source was impossible to pinpoint in the throng of people. The King... might not have been perfect, but certainly speaking of their death so soon was blasphemy. If the King was to die things would be arranged, such gossip held not truth. No value. For factual information was the real key. Their rumors would get them nothing. A light toss of his head as he moved on, a light jangle from the self made bell hanging to one side of his face. An artisan of trinkets and bobbles had little use to such people. While the knowledge to craft the most intricate of designs was usual, the actual items weren't prized by the people. Simplicity was key, there was no reason to show things off here. It was why he did prefer the outings to other realms so. They found use in his wares, far more so than those preferring their simple garb here. Not that it mattered, his use was noted by those that mattered. And he knew when not to speak of dissent in the ranks as well. Such things never earned you anything, rather they would place you in a dire situation. Should the wrong ears catch wind of it. Not that it was his business any long, he'd rather finish this day. Another of quick looks at a finely detailed brooch that was not 'practical' enough for the common person, and a bit more information to offer as tribute to the archives. A new gem found, a fine way to cut it for precision to create the greatest shine, and a practical use for it. For there were those who loved to show their wealth. So long as it was in an elegant manner. That proud group suited him well, a brilliant shining kingdom like the sun, and far less simplistic. Not that he disliked his simple white robes, but one could not sell pleasantries to people who did not wish to embellish and show their wealth. Talking people into anything of that nature was useless. Pointless. An absolute waste of his time. Which could have better uses. The most they would trade for was fodder to talk to another kingdom, not that he minded too terribly. A brief stop in his path as he spoke with another merchant, a few trades and pointless chatter and he was on his way again. Perhaps a moment to see the scribe was in order. He knew which he'd choose to visit, it was simple enough, few else held much interest in his personal skills. A brief wave was dropped to the scribe as he approached before he knelt to write in a few things to the ledger. Simply his name and location he would go to as was duty. A command from the King afterall. "The Gold Kingdom of Edric." He added as he completed the paperwork, musing if perhaps there would be a new spell to learn. They did specialize in magics, such things were highly useful if he could procure said knowledge. "Another day, another deal..." He added as he walked off, watching the groups move about casually. Zoobey Molan will be going to the gold kingdom for shadowing. Because who else is going to avidly trade for pretty pretty shiny shinies nearly as much?
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:10 pm
Ahhh, market day. Acerium's favorite day. When she could leave the solitude of her greenhouse and mingle with people. She had, of course, a cart full of Ornamental plants and medicinal cuttings to sell and trade for things she would need. Like information. It was market day, after all, and she was ready to do her duty to her kingdom and shadow another kingdom. She wasn't sure what she wanted to volunteer for. Blue, seemed nice though colorwise she was partial to green (for obvious reasons). She wanted to see who else was shadowing. Maybe one of them would be a cute guy. One could hope. And maybe they would like plants, too.
"Hello, ah, hello! Perhaps an ornamental for you miss? I see you have some lovely baked goods. You'll trade? Excellent..." she began bartering with a baker for some cookies.
"killed the previous king in order to gain power..."
My goodness! How bold of them... whoever they were. Acerium swiveled her head to try to see who had spoken... but she couldn't find the speaker. Darn. She would have loved to talk some more. Maybe find out the rest of that rumor. She finished her bartering and went to find someone else to trade with, munching on a cookie as she went.
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Avian Serpentine rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:17 pm
[ Entering ]
Market day, Keel (full name Killian) always did find this day the best. With how busy everyone is, and the interaction that just seems to go forth and back. It always gets her pumped up for the day (more often than usual). He was busy looking at the different wares people were putting on display when a brief sentence caught her attention:
"... killed the previous King in order to gain power..." He snapped around, trying to find the source of the voice. Sadly, Keel never did find the gossiper. She had wanted to ask more on the topic, but it seems fate has other things for him to do…like figure out which kingdom she should be heading off to. He skipped over towards the location of where the empty pedestral stood, letting what she knows of the kingdom juggle in her head.
Hmmm… The two that stood out of him the most were probably the kingdom of dreams, and the kingdom of creation…both of them have a nice ring to them. However, which one should she go to?
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phantompanther13 rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:21 pm
[entering] By profession Andrew was a trader, though those who didn’t like him called him a con artist. Those who let their guard down usually walked away with some mystic stone said to be the mana stone of the kingdom of Edric and a few coins lighter. Today was market day, his favorite day because the people had brought out their best wears and were more than willing to trade. He could get a good price on that shadow jewelry he had been eyeing for a while. It would make for a good bargaining chip once he got out of the kingdom. He shuffled down the street with the bag thrown across his body. Andrew was a creature capable of keeping his ears wide open, and lately he had been hearing a lot. Loose tongues wagged about a number of things such as Quote: "... are protected by the Voice. We have nothing to worry about." Rumors were really flying today. Who was the voice? He wondered ideally. If he could get a hold of the answer to that question, he would make a bundle. Was it god? Or was it just some beast using its influence to pit the kingdoms against each other? He didn’t know, and he personally didn’t care too much, other than the money he might make off it. Up ahead he spotted someone with a cart full of Ornamental plants and medicinal cuttings. That might be useful. “Hey, I have a bottle of fine wine you might like, it will go well with those cookies you just got.” He eyed the baked goods, still steaming in the morning air. His stomach growled and reminded him he had ye to grab breakfast.
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Seiana_ZI rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:24 pm
Personally, Nkosazana loved Market Day.
She wasn't necessarily a Baker because she was looking for the money. Actually, on the contrary, as a Baker she was not expecting an awful lot. Most people looked for the more simple things, like clothing or water or even regular foods, but something in her had always been drawn to cooking sweets, and her sweet tooth was a large one. What she loved more, though, was sharing that love of sweets with others. She watched as their faces lit up, their mouths salivate, and she felt like she had done her duty to society.
Of course, Nkosazana also knew she couldn't just survive on sweets, and did knit blankets, gloves, and warm clothing on the side, which she also sold at her small booth. She advertised it as a place to find something to "warm your toes and warm your stomach," and that was all she had ever really wanted to do for people. It then, perhaps, seemed a bit underhanded that she would gather information about others and bring it back to her kingdom, but then, that was the way of the Silver Kingdom. She, admittedly, most preferred the ambassadorial roles, preferring to keep the peace and continue the peace most of all.
That didn't seem to be the way the other kingdoms preferred things, though, and so she kept a distance, minding her job and gathering her information and going on her way once she had made the proper agreements.
As someone who gathered information, she always had ears to the ground, and it was no surprise she caught a murmur on this particular day.Quote: "... in the underground catacombs lies a terrible beast, waiting to devour..." That sounded a little... terrifying.
With a shiver, Nkosazana turned her attention to the man that was stationed alongside her booth, as he had been the week before and every week before that. They were often partners when they were sent off, and perhaps today would be no exception, what with them looking for people to send off to kingdoms once again. She would deal with that later, she supposed, unless David had any ideas of his own to offer for where they should head this time. She wasn't certain, herself. It had been a while since she visited any particular kingdom, keeping to herself for a little while after a rather hairy experience.
"David? Did you hear that, about the monster in the catacombs? I've admittedly never been to the catacombs. With the sounds of it, I won't want to be..." She brushed a piece of curly hair behind her dark ears, blinking violet eyes. "I don't like things that find us tasty, you know?"
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[A.V.] rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:33 pm
Mayaa sat with a basket in her lap, idly weaving the straw in an out while listening the chatter around her. Finally finishing, she let out a soft sigh and looked up.
The silver kingdom, their subjects known for "adaptation"... She had no desire to seek out another kingdom. If she could, she would stay here forever. It was quiet, peaceful... it was safe.
Absently tugging at the simple shawl around her shoulders, she got up, carrying the basket she just finished, wondering if she could find someone to trade with. Along the way, she overheard some chatter:
"She made a terrible choice, and keeps in the Observatory her most terrible secret..."
... Secret? What... What... was the queen, or should she say king, hiding? What did she do?
The Gold Kingdom of Edric Her head snapped up to see a figure walking past her, and it was then that she noticed she had ended up wandering towards the end of the marketplace, the scribe scribbling down the previous person's choice and now looking at her expectantly.
"U-um, I haven't decided yet..." she mumbled before quickly running after the figure, basket tucked under one arm as she reached out to tug at the person's sleeve.
"If... if I may ask, why did you choose the gold kingdom?"
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Amon Larethian rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:59 pm
[Enter Rex] He had never quite understood just what was so special about market day. He knew it was a special day, he knew it was a day they all came together, but he had thusfar failed to comprehend the true importance of it. Not that that should have been surprising, there was much Demetrius Recarious Tyrant did not comprehend. Rex, as he was called, could hardly be considered cunning, nor was he especially intelligent. Not that he was stupid, he was at the least street smart, but intelligence was certainly not his strength. Pausing in his steps, his head turned, seeking out the various scents that surrounded the marketplace. He was hungry, he was always hungry. As he stood, a voice caught his ear, though where it had come from he could not say. Quote: "... collapse of our kingdom would create a power vacuum for the other Kingdoms, that would be unheard of..." Hmm? What did that mean? He paused to think for a moment, shrugged, and continued on his quest for food. There was something delicious smelling over that way.
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Honkzilla rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:24 pm
David smiled slightly, it was rare that he allowed himself to leave the safety of his shop and garden. After all, the life of an herbalist was a busy one, after all. And well-suited to a young man who preferred quiet solitude to the bustle of a large crowd. But some days, it was nice to be reminded that there was a world beyond his own small haven. He inhaled deeply, contentedly, stretching his back and shoulders as he walked. He glanced around, it was always a bit overwhelming to be in a crowd like this, he was just grateful that he wasn't entirely by himself, the noise alone might make him want to retreat back to the quiet. Quote: "She made a terrible choice, and keeps in the Observatory her most terrible secret..." Well... that was unsettling. Terrible secret? Who had a terrible secret? He glanced at Nkosazana. He enjoyed the older woman's company, she didn't brush him off like so many others did. A nervous laugh escaped his throat, "Good thing we're not going to the catacombs then, hm?" He grinned, "I rather like remaining unchewed." He glanced around, making sure whoever had spoken had passed, "Did you hear the bit about some terrible secret in the observatory? They said some woman is hiding something up there!" [David is a very tall young man, and in good shape, with long wavy red hair pulled back into a bun behind his head. He is dressed all in brown in an attempt to disguise the dirt that constantly coats his clothing.]
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Theidren rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:33 pm
[Enter Sigrún] Sigrún quickly passed by the other citizens starting to roam about the market place. People were out and about to buy and sell things today as it was Market Day. Dodging someone toting a basket full of vegetables Sigrún made her way to her favorite spot to sell her own wares. Today she had a couple of fine plump rabbits, a pair of pheasants, some dried venison meat and some various pelts for sale. As she reached her spot she heard a whisper of conversation ... "killed the previous King in order to gain power..." She looked around quickly to see who the voice belonged to but couldn't seem to locate where exactly. Everyone seemed to be in fairly good spirits, market day was usually a pretty joyous day. People got to sell and buy and also trade information. Hearing this scrap of conversation made Sigrún slightly unsettled. She stood from arranging a pile of pelts and looked over to the pedestal....empty...Where was their king? Her green eyes quickly scanned over the scribe sitting close and quickly turned her back to them with a quick intake of breath. She had been running over this choice all night, Sigrún was surprised she had managed much of anything to scrounge together to sell today because of her sleeplessness. The rabbits were fresh-ish and she had been lucky this morning to stumble on the pheasants. Sigrún took another slow deep breath looked around and with a quick stride closed the distance to the scribe, said a greeting and bent over to write The Green Kingdom of Om. She turned on her booted heels and quickly returned to her wares without another word. Zoobey Sigrún would like to head to the green kingdom please
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:44 pm
Acerium smiled brightly, "I don't drink wine in the mornings, but I wouldn't mind having a bottle for later!" she wheeled her way over to inspect the wares. He seemed to be looking at the cookies, and she smiled. Well, it wasn't like she was going to be eating them all on her own! She gave him a wink. "It's fine enough. Two cookies and a small, hardy plant? It will stay bright and happy, no matter what you do. You'd have to TRY to kill it." She presented the little bugger- a bright little thing. Voice knew where it came from originally, but she had traded for and bred seeds together into something amusing. "and... Ah, yes. Some of these." she pushed forward a small herbal tea packet. "Say, did you hear about the king? I don't know if it's OUR king, mind, but some king was deposed! Killed! Know anything about it?" Honestly, she wasn't THAT cosmopolitan yet. Only a brief stint or two outside of her little greenhouse. But that would soon change, she hoped! Even the Baker had something interesting to say. Something about monsters and catacombs... She tried to keep her attention at least slightly focused. See, this was why she loved Market day. She could get out and do things with people. "We live in such EXCITING times!" she commented, half to herself as the throng of market day surrounded her. She spied an associate of hers and waved to him, turning back to her bartering. ((Lets say for the purposes of this that Acerium has green eyes, brown hair with gold highlights, and an eternally dirty green dress, and leaves in her curly hair that just dont seem to ever leave it XD)) ((Edit: Will be offline for sleeptimes. Will respond when I log back on.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:48 pm
David smiled warmly back at Acerium and waved, brushing a strand of long red hair out of his face before resuming the constant organization of his stall. People always seemed determined to put his things out of order, and he found himself wondering if people just walked around with their eyes closed and arms outstretched.
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Tenko72 rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:54 pm
(Entering.) Gertrude was a hunter by trade. Today, she had caught five golden ring-necked pheasants. There was no way she could possibly eat them all, so she was looking to trade away some of them. Maybe for some vegetables, baked goods, or medicine. While she wandered around the market, she overheard some juicy gossip. Quote: "... are protected by the Voice. We have nothing to worry about." She really wished whoever said that could've been a bit more specific. Whose voice? The King's or someone else's? And why worry? Perhaps it was her ego talking, but she couldn't imagine any threat being able to get very far into the kingdom.
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