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Most likely a 3-4. I am not a SoCal butterfly, but I like to interact and write with others.
Abbot Andrew


After they left, Andrew took another Borks’s example and started writing on the walls.

1) People
2) Food
3) Resources

Then scratched in between people and food was housing. Finally between food and resources he wrote Occupations. Then he wrote in smaller letters Skilled. For four he put training.

On the next wall he wrote farms -> people -> houses -> occupations -> resources -> farms. He drew arrow from people to farms, houses and occupations. Then he wrote in bigger letters, resources and circled it.

Next Andrew called for one of the guards and sent him on an errand to get some more supplies.

When lunch arrived it was cold, though the soup was hot. Talia set the food out on the table. As Andrew looked up, he knew whoo her Mom was. He rose as she saw the sword and dagger with the gems. She swung her hand to strike his face. Andrew caught the arm and pinned it to his side, as she went for the dagger on her belt, he grabbed her wrist. He pulled her forward and kissed her forehead.
“Your Mom was the most beautiful women I ever saw,” he said, “and you look just like her.”
She looked at him and said through gritted teeth, “Let me go or I will scream.”
Andrew did and twisted just a little so she ended up sitting on her rump on the floor.

I need some items, he said. The word is that you are the person in the know. As I am a member of the Golden Tooth and a friend of the family, I expect you will treat me fairly. He handed her a list of items. Most of it was normal things. The locking chests from different places and the locking music boxes raised an eyebrow.




As Master Bork was eating, a tall muscular woman walked up from behind him and said, “That’s my table.” She moved with the grace of a cat since she was half cat, you could see some elf in her cheeks. Her hand held a dwarves hammer and a sword sat on her right hip.
The Abbot took this all in. He smiled at the information. He remembered when Talia's Dad was an apprentice and he wondered who he had married. Findir was a name he had not heard before. But he nodded, it would be a good choice. He had free movement, access to anyone around town, plus carrying bag of tools.

He could go to the tavern, but he doubted the girl would even talk to him at this point. Nor did he think the Captain was going to allow him to walk around town without an escort. With people throwing rocks, heck the captain would probably be more than happy to throw him into a cell of the jail they didn't have yet for the chaos he created.

This was hard for Andrew, letting someone dig him out of the muck. He wanted to go get some supplies, but Talia would be watched and his life would be short.

Andrew looked at Nelthurin and said, "I think I need some new work clothes for when the wall is built and I can plant the herb garden." he gave a wink then continues, "Do you think you could arrange a tailor or seamstress to come and measure me?" Then he looked at Master Bork, "I think you should arrange food for the lass to deliver for the midday meal, if you have time."



Alexander Grey


Name: Alexander Drake Grey


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Here is a little better job, I think. If there is food involved. I think Alex would go there (unless you force him to wear a tie).
Will fix him when I on my laptop and not my phone. Working on pic link too.

Alexander Grey


Name: Alexander Drake Grey


Proposed Connections:






I’m a 3-4 time a week poster. I like to interact with others and tend to do better in smaller groups. I am not a social butterfly.
Abbot Andrew


Andrew smiled a little. He nodded at the plan.
”I guess I should stay in till we have a name,” he said calmly.

Looking at the Harbor Master he asks plainly, “Who is running the store now?” Asking where he could get some thieving supplies. Since much of it would be smuggled in, the harbor master would know quite well. Andrew knew that the man would more likely take his coin and pick up what he thought Andrew would need.

Andrew would put the captain and the men at their disposal. He would start to pray and prepare for the captures.
Robert Philip Ball


With a gentle hand he does touch to feel the softness on her back. He wrinkles his brow as this isn't right.

He lifts her one hand under her knees and the other at the shoulders curved a little to keep her head from flopping and caries to the coach, placing her on the leather seat still covered by the blanket. He retrieved the water and the supplies and placed them inside with her. He gave her another drink and then got the horses moving. He thought about the bite. He had seen wolf bites on animals, this was like the size of a bear, but the teeth positions were wrong. He placed a hand on her head gently and brushed her hair out of her face.

He grabbed the reigns and released the breaks. He clicked for the horses to head for home. They had made the trip so many times that he only partially paid attention. Worrying that she was in pain and how he was going to sneak her past the house. He slowed the horses just a little so they would arrive at the evening meal. That would take care of much of the eyes and if he headed for his shop first no one would be surprised.

As they rode we watched - her, a storm that was building from the afternoon heat, he noticed fences that would need repair soon, he watched the apple and other fruit trees in the grove. The walls of the main estate appeared then grew. The lanterns were starting to glow softly in the dust. He moved the blanket to try to cover her from view. As he turned in and called for one of the servant boys.

"Get anything good?" the lad asked.
Robert prayed that the girl would stay still and quiet. He imagined her biting his hand and screaming.
"Please, close the gate. A storm is brewing," Robert said then continued, "Just the wine for the Lady and things for my experiments and the supplies. Fetch the carriage from the side door of my shop once I get my stuff out and the lamps lit. Tell my maid that I've had a bit to much to drink and that I need broth with my meal. I will take it in my shop. The small keg is the new ale from town. Give the boys a taste after you unload."

A smile appeared on the boys face and Robert clicked again and drove past the house to his shop. He parked to the side and was greeted by the dogs. He shooed them off. With haste he unloaded some of the supplies and looking to make sure no one was looking he unloaded the girl. He placed her on a couch. He stoked up the fire for the forge and the steams, closed and latched the doors then with a flick he sent his magic out to light the lamps. Using his magic, and hurrying to unload tired him. No one would think twice if he lit the forge. Even his maid would leave the tray and return to the house with rain coming.

He sat and watched the girl. Waiting for the food and the wash water to warm. He would check her wound again then feed her the broth and bread. The he would eat.

Argh! Bump
Silverclaw Deerstawker


Down the hill from the Abbot’s stolen abode the Tabaxi sat in a crawl space watching. The thief watched the routine of the guard, the elf woman as she acted as the gate keeper, the dwarf coming and going. Killing the Abbot would have been easy. More than once the fool had stood in front of an open window holding Suzy. He didn’t understand why he would care if she lived or died. She was nothing more than a street urchin and would probably grow up to be a prostitute.

He needed the Abbot to keep stirring up the people, by doing dumb things. Mentioning closing the port and declaring martial law had brought four thieves to his side.

He did not understand why humans liked to live in their “glory days”. They were about as bad a dwarves, talking on and on about battles they were not even at. Who cares if he was a good thief years ago, is he a good thief now? Can he put coins in their pockets? From what he saw he doubted it to be possible. He would start working on the dwarf, well, his second wife a dwarf would.

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