Sprizzy snickered as he snuck away with the sword tucked in his arm. Another day, another easy pickin'. He headed out the tavern door, unsheathing the blade to get a good look at his prize, swinging it through the air playfully. Definitely worth a good buck at the market. Grip felt real nice too, maybe he'd keep it as his own. As he frolicked about for a bit, he suddenly heard screams from nearby, and took position behind a wheelbarrow to see what was going on.

Apparently it was some thugs chasing a defenseless woman, trying to rob her. Wait, wasn't she that singer in the tavern everyone was annoyed at? Well, unfortunate situation for the lady, but it wasn't really Sprizzy's business. He wasn't about to risk his life to save some... well okay, she was pretty hot, but still, those brutes looked tough! The risk versus reward was most questionable, as he pondered whether to do anything.

Suddenly someone else joined the fray... it was that girl he had just swiped the sword from! Sprizzy watched with amusement as she reached for her sword and found nothing, snickering at her confusion. He almost felt a little bad for her as she had to resort to using her dagger. Almost. Eh, maybe he could help them out, just a tad bit... He pulled out a sleeping dart from his belt and carefully aimed it at one of the thugs, and threw it at him.

While Dan wasn't heart broken about being kicked out he was still somehow upset by it, after all the church had been his home for a while. Still he knew better than to argue and it was as good an excuse to finally have the adventure he always wanted. Deciding not to waste time he went back to his room without a word and picked up his belongings.

Five minutes later he was outside again, this time with his mace, some spare clothes and a cheaply made holy symbol. As he wandered around Middenburg it didn't take him long to get across what was clearly two woman being robbed. Grabbing his mace he decided it was his duty to help out. "Hey, leave those women alone." he shouted, hoping to intimidate the thugs.

[5] Kitra's cries for help, thankfully hadn't fallen upon deaf ears as by some stroke of luck a few men on their way from the docks came to investigate the commotion, carrying what appeared to be various sailing tackle and gear. "Eh ye shiteaten landlubbers, leave the lass or ye'll get a whooping from me lads." it seems these sailormen outnumbered the would-be muggers, like meerkats in the savannah they scattered and hid but not without shouting "Oi watch'er back missy cause a dagger'll be between em' soon!" then from seemingly nowhere [3] a dart whizzed by the thugs ear and burrowed into the wall next to him, and with a yelp he ran as a couple more people came to defend the fine lady. [2] Dan coming around the corner raises his weapon at the fleeing ruffian who simply ignored him and ran.

Being grateful with her saviors, Kitra took five silvers from her purse and paid them in hope to help reducing the infamy she gained during the previous incident at the tavern. Kitra also walked toward the half-elven maiden. "Me get ten golds, you get ten golds; then that freaky cleric who likely have just got kicked from the temple, he may be useful and would like to do this job with us, also ten; and for whoever shot that dart and missed, also ten if he shows up and agrees to go with us with this term, what say you?"

"Oh right, of course there are another ten golds, I'd suggest we use them to buy some stocks of Middenburg Trading Company, we'll take it later with each getting equal shares from total, profitable or not, what say you?"

@Duthguy@spiral origin@Alarielle@Dark Cloud

Did she just say ten gold?

"It was me! I shot the dart!" Sprizzy leapt out from behind the wheelbarrow, eager to collect his earnings from the rescued damsel. "I dunno about this 'job' or whatever, but I will humbly accept that ten gold you mentioned. Yep, no need to thank me. I mean, other than with that gold of yours." He hopped towards the singer, heroically stretching out his hand to accept the payment.

@VeyrinDay

While Dan didn't like being called a freaky cleric he saw no reason not to take the 10 gold as long as the job wasn't anything evil. Even though he was kicked out he was still a cleric after all and had no desire to completely abandon what he had been taught. "Not gonna lie, the offer sounds good but what is the job?"

@VeyrinDay @spiral origin@Alarielle@Dark Cloud

"A wagon needs guarding on its way north," Cora answered the cleric. She'd thought that encounter with the thugs was going to go much worse, but apparently there were as many people in town willing to help as take advantage of people. She still needed to find her sword, though...

"I'm taking the job. Don't think I should stay in this town a minute longer than I have to."

Squee Gro-Mok, Son of the late Lord Tier-Mok and Brood-Mother Gro-Mok, looked over the bow of the transport boat with both eagerness and anger. Recently Exiled from his home lands after one of his sisters took over as Brood-Mother, Squee was the only one out of the nineteen remaining who refused loyalty. Instead of execution, his damned sister Exiled him from their lands. She had his beloved worg confiscated and gave just enough gold for him to take the first ship out to this odd uncharted land. Squee had to admit, he was excited to explore this new lands and grow as a wondering Sword-Saint, a Sword dualist. But still, to be dishonored in such a way burned him to his core.

As the ship docked and passagers departed, he made sure to keep his pack strapped to him and held the hilt of his katana firmly as it sat sheathed upon his hip. With a deep breath, the goblin would take his first step onto this unknown world, ready to take on his new life.

Once on the dock, the goblin would walk around, looking for the closest tavern. He knew from some experience that, if he was to earn money, he would need a job, and most knew that inns and taverns were the best places to find the kind of jobs an adventurer would take.

//not sure what action to take, probably for him to locate the tavern or job board.

@VeyrinDay [2] Albeit a kind gesture the salty sea dogs wave off the offer of coin, and go on their way leaving you and some prospective lackeys to do your bidding.

"Well that doesn't sound like the kind of job I should object too, I'm in." If Dan was entirely honest he probably shouldn't stay too long either but he didn't feel like letting a bunch of strangers know he was kicked out. He just hoped he was convincing enough that no one saw any reason to question him as he hadn't managed to think of a good explanation as to why he would take a job that would involve staying away form the church.

@VeyrinDay @spiral origin@Alarielle@Dark Cloud

@Cao the Exiled [6] Despite the fact your in an unfamiliar land with the stangest looking people doing things you might not culturally understand, your goblinoid tenacity and wit give you a small edge to get the minutiae of the small dour port town thus you wind your way to the tavern easily it's garish exterior drawing your attention from afar. Ironically it seems many of the folk watch you pass with great interest, it isn't every day a foreigner lands ashore in Middenburg. A few children playing across the street stare at you in marvel and some sailor's coming down the street wave you down a few of which you recognize as crewmen from your journey across the sea "Ahoy, we never caught yer name sonny might ye join us fer a drink!" soon your surrounded by salty seadogs slapping you on the back greeting you in open arms as they carry you into the bar inadvertently of course because they made their way in as a crowd "Aye good barkeep a round on the house fer the stranger, let's celebrate!" and soon the entire barroom is cheering you, raised mugs and hand in welcome.

You get the feeling that your arrival here in Middenburg may have been too warm a welcome but it also feels like you've sparked a bit of joy in an otherwise depressingly dreary portside village in the middle of god knows where. Cheers to you Squee Gro-Mak, the stranger who inadvertently brought life to Middenburg may the gods bless ye.

[Global Status: Lively (Middenburg is abuzz with gossip and activity, and suddenly so!)]

[Status Gained: Beloved Stranger of Middenburg (+ on interactions with the people of Middenburg, negative reactions aren't as harsh and prices are reduced for you by most vendors.)]

@Duthguy [4] Speech (100), your lie is flawless these dolts think your some guy who definitely isn't homeless or shunned by the religious community. Nope, not a chance! Your likely a travelling mask salesman for all they know.

Having managed to gather some folks for an adventuring job, Kitra entered the tavern to tell the gnome that they were ready to go. However, she noticed a quite amiable goblin. "Hi, I'm Kitra, you know I'm currently gathering people to do some job with 50 golds in total for the price, we'll get 25 as the initial payment and more 25 when we finished, so it will be 10 golds in total if you join us; and that gnome there is our employer... I have a proposal for you, what if you join us and persuade him with your charm as the Beloved Stranger of Middenburg to double our price? You'll get your share of that doubled price too." She ended her words with a wink.

@Cao the Exiled

...No gold. Not even a response from the damsel he just rescued with his masterful dart throwing that instantaneously sent the brigands running scared.

"Ah screw this! That's what I get for trying to be all heroic!" Sprizzy griped as he stormed off into the night, looking for some opportunity of licentious entertainment or profit to be made.

Kitra immediately looked beyond the tavern window and wondered why the half-orc jumped from building to building and wandered off the town. "Well, I'm about to take the coins for you from the gnome, I'll keep your share for myself, I guess." She said to herself.

Squee had to admit to himself that he was not expecting this kind of treatment when he arrived in this new land. Who knew these humans were so... excitable? It was an interesting experience, though the goblin felt awfully uncomfortable with it all. As the woman approached him about the job offer, he was quick to accept it. He was going to need coin to start his new life and frankly, he was most eager to get out and explore. The goblin would slam back his drink, thanking the fishermen for the good time and placed his hat back on his head before walking to the bar. He would order a cup of ale and a cup of water then walk over to the gnome, Offering him the ale in an attempt to convince him to double the pay or to at least renegotiate terms. "I've heard you're looking for adventurers to help escort your caravan. We have a group of five willing to defend you at all costs, but a concern has come up that fifty gold, split evenly is not quite enough to risk our own". The goblin would take a seat, removing his straw hat and placing it on the table beside him, "are you willing to renegotiate the pay to one hundred gold with fifty now and fifty when we arrive to our destination? This way we can gather supplies and be set to take one your job with full efficiency".

@Dark Cloud

@VeyrinDay [4] All is as it was, everything in perfect balance. Harmony and yet, you no longer exist. sad emoji

@Cao the Exiled You find yourself in a void, a white empty void...But what now?