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The Sorcerers' Cycle - A Fantasy Tale of Necessary Evils

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Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

After getting a couple tankers of ale, a bowl of stew, and a lot of gossip about what had been going on in Pigeon Spit Andrew’s maid, a tall proper Elf of a woman arrived with two guards to collect him from the tavern. He had come to a belief that the woman liked him to feel uncomfortable. It also felt like he was being placed under arrest.

She took his arm and reminded him that he had people to see today. They had found him a house, of sorts, to stay in. When she started to describe it, he knew the place. It was one of the old Golden Tooth’s hide outs. He walked the rooms as the Captain fetched the carpenter to patch the roof in sports and to plan the repairs that would be needed.

The negotiation started, 9 silver, as the carpenter was working on other pressing projects. His name was Patmor and he looked a lot like his father. When the negotiations were done, Andrew had negotiated the price to 4 gold including all the materials and four helpers. The main work on the roof and walls would be done in the next day or two, repairing doors, windows and shutters would a couple weeks.

“The downstairs rooms should be dry enough if it rains, your Grace,” the carpenter said. Andrew thought about the number of times the carpenter’s father had chased him off with a switch and wanted to laugh.
“And the house is stable,” the man continued, “My grandfather built it with his own hands.” The pride was beaming in his voice.

Andrew’s gear was moved into one of the back rooms. There was a fireplace and a small storage room and shuttered windows. Andrew knew the rooms well. One of the boards near the edge of the wall could be pressed then slid to reveal a hiding space where Andrew stored his treasures. He opened it to find a short sword and a dagger that he stole from a sea captain’s quarters while he was entertaining one of the dock maids. There had been a reward offered for their return. A couple small red and blue gems were in the handle and scabbards. The weapons were not worth much but the bragging rights were.

He and his friends had made a bet not about the theft, but about the girl. He laughed thinking about the sword and dagger being with the girls clothes. He had grabbed the bundle and made his escape, proof that he had seen all of her. He had returned her clothes after the bet was won and received a slap a cross the face so hard his teeth were loose for a couple days.

Next he pulled out his old thieves tools. Then lay on the cot, examining his old treasures.

Pigeon Spit

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From Dawn Till Dusk (Civilization Evolution RP)(Over)

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From Dawn Till Dusk (Civilization Evolution RP)(Over)

The Nimbus

RACE NAME:Nimbus

RACE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:The nimbus are an avian race. Physically they are short and light weight. Their wings are long nearly touching the ground when the stand. Their hair and feathers tends to be from a light brown color to white. They have a variety of eye colors.
Their hands are like human hands by their finger nails can extend claw like. (Thinking avian halflings)
POPULATION: 12
RACE BEHAVIOUR:The racial behavior is mixed. They are curious about the world around them. They can be aggressive when it comes to territory, mating, and hunting. They are cooperative when it comes to protecting the young.

They prefer being above the ground, in tree branches or in cliffs. Their preferred method of hunting is to drop large rocks on their prey.
HISTORY:
CULTURE:
TECHNOLOGIES:

• - Basic Tools
• - Fire

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

As the barge started its trip in, the horse shifted uneasy with the waves as they came along the dock. There were row boats many had left a sailor to guard it. As the lines were secured, he made his triumphant reentry to Pigeon Spit by falling off the horse and on to the dock. Andrew's handlers had told him that riding in on a horse would make him look royal, being at court had polluted his thinking that this was a good idea. Now, the small crowd that had gathered to see the commotion, laughed to themselves.

Andrew waved off his handlers, picked himself up and belly laughed loudly. Bringing a roar of laughter from the crowed. Better to be thought the fool and to be found competent than be thought competent and found the fool, he thought. He then proceeded to push pass the pomp, his captain and servant,and went to greet the people. A few he remembered from his childhood, a couple he asked about family members. It was his attempt at letting the people know he was one of them, even if he dressed like one of them. By the late meal, his story would have made it from porch, to tavern, to table, to wash line and everyone would know who he was. Not all of it would be true, but not all gossip was bad and having some confusion gave him a little power.

At the end of the line was Lilly, a woman a little older than himself, with two children in tow. He took her hand and then hugged her. She was his first "true love" and now she was married to a forester with children of her own. She introduced him to her children as Uncle Andy, which confused those that did not know him and the guard. He took her arm, picked up a child and headed for the tavern to catch up on what had happened while he was gone.

The Girl From the Forbidden Kingdom

Robert was returning home from his business dealings. The Estate Manager, Aspers, had sent Holder Robert into town to negotiate a trade for wool and bee's wax for candles. It was an excuse to get him off the estate and away from the running of things. The manager had given him the amount that they needed and the amount they could accept. Robert's Grandmother, Lady Agatha, was the title holder for the estate that held a profitable mining operation, hard wood logging, and fertile land.

Robert knew that he was being sent off, probably by his Lady Agatha. After a couple nights of drinking and gambling he brokered two trades between two warring houses and completed his dealing, that would be beneficial to his purse and the estate. He had promises for the wool, wax, along with coal, and some breeding stock - cattle, sheep, and horses. He even still had money in his purse. On the back of the carriage were strapped a barrel of flour and two barrels of beer. Two bottles of a new wine were in the driver's seat next to him.

To the alarm of Aspers, Robert had chosen to drive the carriage himself. Having servants along raised the prices and interfered with his other activities of chance and choice. He had enjoyed what had been arranged for him. He entertained, charmed, and partook what was offered to him, but Lady Agatha was not going to get what she wanted, a new lady of the house. Another perfumed handkerchief would hang from the rafter of his workshop to remind him.

As Robert hummed a tune, he saw the young lady staggering and fall. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he though he saw feathers from her back. He stood in the driver's spot and looked for thieves. The birds were singing and nothing moved. He set the break and pinned it so the wheels would not move. Then he slowly climbed out from the carriage to check on the young girl. He touched his arm to make sure his throwing knife was at the ready and grabbed a blanket. He approached her at an angle while talking. There were stories about people fleeing to the Forbidden Kingdom, changing and attacking people. This is why the estate proper had high walls.

It was reported that monsters had killed his parents. But monsters normally do not leave a horse and a servant alive to tell the tale. Bandits do. The money box had been broken and a month after the incident, the servant asked to leave. The trauma of that event was just to great for him. That was right before Robert got home from university.

As he approached he said in his most charming tone, "Miss, I'm not going to hurt you."
As he moved close enough to touch her, he said, "Miss, I am Robert. I have some skills with healing and I have food and water in the carriage. I just want to help you."

Robert did not really have much of a plan. If she attacked he would try to pin her down till she calmed down. If she was dead, he would make a grave for her as best he could. If she was not responsive, he would pick her up put her into the seat of the carriage. Two things went through his head, Lady Agatha and Aspers would be shocked if he tried to bring a young lady into the house. He did not know if she was contagious and did not want to put the house at risk. The second thing was how to deal with ripped clothing to preserve her dignity and reduce the chance of scandal. If she did not respond, he knew that he would probably see more than he should. But He would wrap her in the blanket. He wondered if she had wings or was the feathers his mind playing tricks on him.

The workshop was a combination of things. It was a two story old stone barn that had been repurposed for him. These were not his rooms, but Lady Agatha let him have some freedom and it kept him from disrupting the operations of the estate. He made his appearances as the Lady required.

The first floor was room to entertain, his workshop, and a room where he could experiment. A small forge and furnace heated the place a washroom, where one could take steam and clean up was there. His latest experiment was a shaft that was powered by a water wheel. He had been working on mechanical billows that cause the forge and furnace to be hotter. Aspers gave him a look like he was daft. Lady Agatha swore he was going to kill himself with one of his contraptions. The upstairs held a study with a large windows facing the manor house, an apartment, and a hidden room where he could practice his magic. He had four dogs that had the run of the place provide security, barking at anyone who came near.

He had six but two of them had been poisoned by another family who thought they had earned their wealth by using black magic. His Grandmother told him not do anything rash. Robert took two weened puppies to the daughter of the house as a gift on her birthday. A twelve year old girl with long black hair and a nice smile. Whoever ordered the poisoning would be reminded daily.

He had his plans, now he needed to see if this young lady wanted or needed his help.

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Exalted: Fall of Creation

Cilla looks at the former monk and says, “I know of a place that is about a ten minute walk from here.” She pauses for a moment then continues, ”It is not safe there, even the stray dogs stay out of the area.” From Cilla, this is about as bad of a recommendation as she can give a place. She looks at the barrister, “Do you think you can get a wagon and some guards to help us clear the building?”

She goes on to describe what was a warehouse with doors that could be latched. Bad things had happened there to some of the street girls and some of them were left beaten and broken. She closes her eyes as she talks about the horrible things that happen in that area, ignored by the guard at night.she closed her hand as if she was holding a knife. She pauses again the anger showing in her body. She was not a knife fighter, she like her dogs was more use to tooth and claw.

Pigeon Spit

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