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~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

@SantosGabriel77 I suppose there would be all sorts of NPC's who could, but the only problem is that it will be hard for them to find the time. However I did mention that if you try to use a skill a few times ( even if you don't have it as a skillset) and are successful at it, then after a while I will allow it to be added to your character's list, adding one point each time until you progressively get better. I have this in the info somewhere but I believe with no skill points it is a 1d6, but you must get over a 4 for it to be a success, like a 70/30 chance, give or take..

Lets say 5 successes per the first point, up to 3 requires 15, and anything above that requires 20. 5 is pretty much the cap so, I mean if you roll 5 50% chances and cant get a success then its pretty moot past that point. Acquiring skills should be a task to say the least, so if it's something you want to do then you need to be meticulous about keeping up with it. When you roll make sure you specify what it is for and make sure you can provide the proof. You can go above a 5, it just seems to be a bit unnecessary..

Also, I am pretty open to most anything being a skillset, just run it by me first.

The Lamplit Men - A Colonial American RP

I am sorry but I am going to have to pull out of this one.. My own Rp is becoming quite busy, and I have about five people to contend with on it. If you need any visual aids or any periodic help I will do my best to give you a hand though. I was not expecting it to get this busy but everyone is posting nearly daily. It had started out fairly slow but now it has gained a good bit of momentum and I am going to need to focus a bit more time on it and making maps and floor plans and what not.

Very sorry, I was very much looking forward to this one.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

I'm also going to leave Y'Vanna out as she isn't from Guillan and hasn't been there long.. I'm sure that thief's cant is known everywhere but I'm almost certain that there would be some differentiation in different locales. She is also not exactly a thief, well I mean she is, but it is somewhat of a new profession to her. I am also very sure that Y'Vanna would like to learn, given the proper time and place.

None the less, I think that is a fantastic idea..

[ High Casual ] The Bristdale Port

Bristdale Markets- Mid Afternoon
Galvennius-

Gal had not been in Bristdale long, having only reached the port city in the early hours of the morning. A poor stroke of luck, and an ill-fate had fallen upon his shoulders. It was not as bad as it was for his employer, or previous employer, rather. Captain Morrows had met his fate nearly a month and a half ago, a terrible accident it had been. The aft mast had snapped in half and it would've surely crushed the man, had it not impaled him first. He was accustomed to seeing such things in his lengthy career at sea, however he was not accustomed to losing his best friend. They had sailed together for over a decade. Neither of them had ever been accused of being pure souls, but as far as pirates went, they were about as pure as they came.

The rest of the crew expected him to pick up the title of captain and continue on as if nothing had happened, but something in him just would not allow him to do so. He was more than qualified and capable, but it just wasn't in him, not now, not after such a loss. Luckily for him this past trip had been lucrative enough that he wouldn't need to worry about seeking employment for at least a while. He had drank most of the morning away, and the rum and sweltering heat had all but defeated him already. One hand propped against his head and covered an eye as the other toyed with the small cup, now seasoned sweetly with the spiced rum and sticky around the rim. It was said that a sailor would drink like this when coming in from a long voyage, just to help their sea legs get acclimated to terrain that didn't roll beneath their feet. Though this was not the reason for his drinking this day.

The bottle that had been set before him had all but dried up by this time. He pulled his hand from his face and grabbed the neck of it, pouring the last of it in his cup. He returned the bottle to the table and twirled the glass about in contemplation. He was surely lost without his best mate Morrows. Lost indeed, as a ship without stars or compass to guide it. His life now a vast ocean of uncertainty. He swung himself around on his newfound perch that was his stool and watched the others around him half consciously. They were a motley bunch, and surly at that. He had been to Bristdale many times prior to this, and he was somewhat glad that nothing had changed. Even in his own current predicament he was not as sour as this lot was. He almost felt sorry for them, but at the same time he took comfort in the familiarity of it all.

His stool rotated once more as he gazed out the door of the less than desirable establishment, his hand still clasped around the cup of rum. He could see across the street to the open markets. Bristdale was known for having some of the best markets, it had this if nothing else. One could acquire just about anything the heart desired, if the coin was right. People carried on and bustled about from stall to stall, vendor to vendor. One of which was directly across from him, selling sweetloaves and rolls and the likes. It seemed busy, as did most of the market. He watched them for a while, lost in his own thoughts, a sort of limbo. A void.. He saw them, all the patrons as they bought up the breads and sweets the man had been selling. He had also seen a young woman, who looked to be a bit down on her luck, as she had been tossed aside as she fell and lost her coin. He watched as she crawled away, defeated and shamed.

He put the cup to his lips and tossed back the spiced liquid, wincing as he did. He reached down to his coin purse and produced a few coin, which he tossed aimlessly on the bar. He stood and gripped the edge of it as he got his feet under him and tried to focus his gait before venturing further. He crossed the street, barely able to keep one foot in line with the other, but he did manage to make it. He pushed his way through the small gathering of patrons and they were all disgruntled by this, though none challenged him as he drew his dagger and slammed it's point down into the planks of the table..

"Three please.." He said as he pointed to a few sweet rolls, his voice was stern and to the point.

The man was quick to produce them, wrapping them in a small bit of cloth and passing them to Gal. As he did Gal then produced a suitable payment tossing it everywhere on the vendors stall and walked away. his shoulder planted directly into another patron's, nearly knocking the man off his feet. Gal smirked and found a tiny morsel of joy in it. He took to the same direction as the young woman, though he had not kept an eye on where exactly she had gone off to. It wasn't long, or far though, before he had found her.. Hovelled up and nearly cowering from the others that passed by. He knelt, and fell a bit as he did.. still unused to the stationary ground, and the rum. He took solace in the bit of shade he found there between the buildings. He extended the bundle to the poor girl, offering it to her.

"Might want to eat a little something before you waste away.." He said, offering a half crooked smile along with the bread. "Bristdale isn't the place for scrawny birds you know.."

[ High Casual ] The Bristdale Port

Awesome.. I am reading now and I should have a post by the morning.. I had to get my own rp caught up with all my players and I just finished up so it's on to business with this one!! Thanks for having me.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Guillan- Royal Complex Dungeons, Morning..

Y'Vanna felt the angst of her cellmate, as it matched her own. The "Loud One" was little more than a fleshy exacerbation, a mar on the already stressful predicament. She lifted a hand and it almost came to rest on Gail's shoulder as if to comfort him, but she withdrew it at the last second thinking it too forward. He had doe so much to help her with her wound, and she was grateful for it. She was grateful to have him as a friend and didn't want to come off in an awkward way. She thought it best to keep her distance. Still she shared his anxiety, their anxiety..

she stood and the throbbing returned as the blood coursing through her head pounded as she did. It was momentary, and possibly brought on by her quick action. She had taken an interest in the young sorcerer next to them.. She moved to the bars and knelt, having exhausted the length of chain between her and Gail. She placed her hands on the cold iron bars and watched as he shifted his diagrams and symbols, thinking him an odd soul to say the least. She watched for a moment before she decided to speak.

"Hello." she said softly. Her words came off as would the sound of a mother speaking to a child.

She did not wish to frighten the poor boy, and did her best to sound as soothing as possible. She knew he was odd, but she couldn't put a finger on exactly how odd or what the extent of his peculiarities. She had no intentions of eating the porridge, or was it mortar? At any rate the smell was just as disgusting and intolerable to her stomach as was the sight of it. She couldn't see how anyone would be willing to entertain the thought of actually consuming it. Her attention shifted briefly to the two opposite them as they seemed to be making some sort of alliance together. It was only a brief distraction though, and her attention soon returned to the symbol maker.

"What is your name?" she said in the same soft tone as before..




Vallec came down the stairs and crossed the threshold of the dungeons. His movements were quiet and calculated. His armor, a mixture of studded leather and fine plating was well made, and offered no sound. He moved to a bench near some barrels and out of sight to the others. He had his doubts about the party, but it mattered little.. they were on hand and would have to do. He would sit and eaves drop to see what he could learn. They had all been chosen, selected for various reasons, and each of them had been hand picked by himself, not the King. Vallec smirked at the thought of it.. The King was a bumbling buffoon in his eyes, an unfit and lenient ruler.. soft. He took his left had and began to pull off his leather gloves, one after the other, pulling meticulously at each finger. He did enjoy the fineness of his attire, as his vanity was as well known as his bite was. He had time to gain a bit of knowledge as the last of them was yet to be subdued, but would surely be on the way.

He wondered if the party had any idea as to why they were there, and not in the magistrates quarters or the Capitol complex, as would have been customary. Surely, some of them were seasoned enough criminals to have noticed this, and would have at least been curious as to why. To what the extent of their curiosity was hew could only speculate, but it hardly mattered. They were there and that was all that did in his mind.

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Yes @SantosGabriel77 you should go to the cells with the rest of them, just use some npc guards and toss yourself in there somewhere. pick an empty cell from the map and post.. I am waiting on you to go ahead and catch up.. its kind of imperative to the plot that you all be grouped prior to seeing the King..

I will try to get it all together and post as soon as I am free to after you post.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

Awesome.

The Lamplit Men - A Colonial American RP

Fantastic.

The Parallel Campaign - An Expansive Spacefaring RPG

@Perpenheimer 579 cool? I don't like round numbers.. hahahah!! I kind of like the idea that she has a predated system, or a fledgling system for the neuranet.. kind of cool.. I add a bit in about the net and it though too, just to be lore riddled.