Meleck

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Abbot Andrew

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The abbot smiled as Master Brom came in with the captain’s hat. He was still eating with an appetite that he had not had for days. He waved for the man to sit and have something to drink and eat if he wanted.
[color=00ff00]”My patients are doing much better today,” he said. Then getting up he moved to a stack of books and pulled the second book out from the bottom. A thin bladed knife was being used as a bookmark, placed not to crack the binding. He brought the book to the table, ”I might be of some use at the mine, if you have samples of the ore you are looking for.” With a single motion the knife was back in his arm sheath.
It was an obscure prayer and on the side of the page written in Dwarven was a description of what the prayer did. The language was ancient and Andrew could not read it with out the help of the saints. He would work on that after the thieves meeting.

Most of his library of books were old. Someone had deemed them to be antiquity and not worth saving. Andrew had gone through them. There was a ancient Dwarven book that had illustrations of dragons. An elven prayer book, that had a beautiful dedication service for a temple that he wanted to modify. There were books of different prayers. A book about birds with illustrations. Another about rocks. Many of them he had been collecting since he was a novice. To be honest, most of the books he stole to keep them from being burned.

He sat back down to let Brom talk about what he came to talk about.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Silverclaw Deerstawker

The thief watched the building as long as he could take it. When the Engineer and Harbor Master came then left, he followed. Silverclaw hated the rain like little children hate eating vegetables or taking baths. But he slinked along with his hood up trying to follow the two having come down the stairs thanking the homeowner a few coins to continue to watch the Abbot's place.

He walked like a man who had no cares and no one paid any real attention to him. He had been a minstrel when he had his instrument. But he had become a thief so that they could eat. He had been stranded here in this place by sailors and now it was home. He had two wives, though not legally married, his first wide was half Tabaxi, human, and half-elf. She was a your standard second story thief, breaking and entry, lock picks. His second wife was a dwarf that had fallen in with them when they were dumped in this pit. She was a craftwoman, a glass worker, though her wares and equipment was stolen when the group of them were dumped. She kept the books and handled the money for the newly formed guild.

The tended to hang out at the tavern watching and listening for opportunities to arise.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Abbot Andrew

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The Abbot greeted Amsgar warmly and took him into his room. After a little talk about the rain and being called out in it, the tailor set to work measuring. Amsgar asked about the clothes to be made. "Mr. Abbot, what would you like me to make for you?" Amsgar asked already knowing the Abbot's need.

"Well, I need to have some work clothes made," Andrew said, and went into detail about clothes that he could wear when healing or working about the building.
The tailor measuring his legs, poked him with a needle. Andrew flinched. Amsgar did not apologize nor did he seem to be malitous. Andrew continued and again he poke him. This time a little harder.
"Ow, what was that for?" Andrew asked thinking there was no need for needles for a measurement.
"Mr. Abbot, I know what you need better than you seem too," Amsgar spoke giving him a knowing look. Then he continued, "The whole town knows. But it seems you do not?"
Andrew looked down with a puzzled look.
"Mr. Abbot, think!!" he said,"Why would the king send you here to a town where the thieves try to run the place?"
He gave a little smile, like a older man teaching a child.
"You sent the harbor Master to me, no?" He asked then continued, "A thief in his own way." He smiled at this. "You need clothes, yes. Because you are don't come to my shop, you hide in secret, yes. Mr. Abbot, It makes one believe that your a thief too. All around town people talk. Some truth, some lies, all wonder. So, if you want clothes of a thief, say Master Amsgar, I need the clothes of a thief and I make them. If you say I want clothes of a gardner, I make them." He said pausing for a response.
Andrew wanted to protest that he wasn't a thief, but he was or had been. If he wasn't would he care about the little war going on in the guild or have let the boy escape.
Andrew started to speak, "Master Amsgar, In order to..."
The needle poked him again, "Too many words. What do you want?"
Andrew moves his leg in pain this time.
He started again, "Master Amsgar, I want thieves clothes with a warm cape and I want clothes for healing and working around the house."
The Tailor smiled, "What that so hard, Mr. Abbot? I will have your thieves clothes to you tomorrow, for your meeting."
Andrew wanted to talk about hidden pockets and what he wanted. But the tailor knew his trade and the needle hurt.

Master Bork also knew his trade and so did the harbor master. He knew thieves and it was clear that secrecy was lacking in the Golden Tooth.

When they were done the Abbot invited Master Amsgar to sit down and tell him his story over a hot pot of tea and some reheated lunch from the tavern.

Exalted: Fall of Creation

Cilia Cosgair

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Link to Cilia's Sheet

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cilia watched in utter suprise as the shells starting coming. Then with a howl, she let out a cry for the people that died in the church. In shock she tried to turn back to head for the people, but Snow kept her on track and moving away from the shells. The Barrister went up 100 points on her scale. He didn't kill people, he hadn't used them, and he was trying to be nice. As the shells came down, it was clear that who ever was doing this deserved to be on her dislike list.

As they ran, a shell hit her abandoned building. She started to fight them as two walls of the building collapsed from the shock. She left her her dogs dying from the shell and blunt force trauma of the walls. The shock made her numb and she followed the directions of who ever was leading her this way and that without thought. She klung to anything she could as the anger and confusion welled up in her.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Kriltra

Kriltra leaned down near the ear of the dwarf and whispered with a purr while staring down the Harbor Master. She wanted to see if he would jump, pull a weapon, or would engage in banter. She smiled as he went to check his weapon and came up empty. It was like a dwarf to walk around town with out a weapon.
“I’ll let you eat here this one time,” she whispered playfully, “But, you will owe me a small favor.”
She paused for a moment then said, “How about a pint of Dwarven Ale tomorrow afternoon? The brew master should have a fresh vat in kegs. Not the watered down stuff.”
Then she stood and stretched like a cat. She had hoped that the engineer would at least have some sort a rise. She had intended to use the hammer as a bribe to learn more about what was going on in their swiss cheese fortress. The master would be a good ally to have working with the claw. But it would take time to find Bork's weakness.

She turned her attention to the Harbor Master. “I have business to discuss with you later,” she said matter of fact. She had a shipment of contraband coming in from the Western Isles. A herb like catnip, that when mixed with two local herbs produced a potent stimulant that allowed one to stay awake for days. Her family discovered it on accident and they guard the secret. What she paid in silver to import the herb, she made back in gold with very little effort. The 1000 time return made it worth the effort of keeping the secret. The harbor master got a bit of a bribe to look the other way. She did not to talk about the payment in front of Master Bork as he appeared to be one of the Abbot's men.

The girl, Brok was sent to visit was easy to spot. She was still young, but she was dressed in a way that would get tips. She had blond hair in green eyes. She wore a brown skirt with a white blouse, the worse part is she knew that she was beautiful and had an attitude that demanded attention. She let a younger girl do most of the dirty work. She sat on a stool at the end of the bar as a queen holds court. The crowd would be in later and she would be dethroned. But for now, she was allowed to sit. She brought business in to the place, though not the most honest nor the best tippers. But even thieves and cons, needed to eat and drink.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Abbot Andrew

In about forty minutes, the guard return on a wagon filled with the new supplies. Thick ropes, heavy tools - sledges, wedges, and saws a row boat, a couple block-and-tackle, and a captains hat with a long red feather that was placed on Master Bork's desk. The tools and ropes were place in the hall. He was going to let Master Bork figure out what to do next after all engineers did that kind of thing.

He dug into his chests again looking for his book on herbalism, trying to find a tea that would work with this coughing sickness.

Exalted: Fall of Creation

Cilia Cosgair

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Link to Cilia's Sheet

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Cilia read Axley's reaction to the barrister as be civil but cold. She could do that. She gave him her best I don't know what to do with you look and quickly went and grabbed a couple things for Sparrow as the group got ready to leave.

There were a couple old books that he looked at often. Since she loved books, he thought she should grab them for him. Next were two knives that Sparrow took from the thug that was attacking Cillia when they met. The ex-monk didn't like people carrying weapons when they did not know how to use properly. Cilia longed to slip them into the sleeve of her dress so she could protect herself, but she couldn't steal them. She should have taken up his offer to learn how to defend herself with a knife. Like many of the women living on the street, he had taught her to scratch, kick, bite, and do other things that would make a man think twice about hurting her. But weapons could be taken away and used against you, the thug had learned that the hard way.

As the group was heading to the door, she showed Master Sparrow what she grabbed. They could come back for more things later.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

"Alex”

Alexander Grey

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♦ Time: Chapter 3 - Day 1 - Morning
♦ Location: Old Harbour - Grey Water Repairs - Alexander’s House Boat
♦ Interaction: Charles (@tyler Night) Yoji (@headhunter)
Link to Alexander’s character bio.

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The morning arrived like the crashing waves. Fast and sudden making everything move. Alex groaned having returned home from a repair job to find a the city marina fees were due along with an email about an assignment that was due for business class he was taking. His phone flashed with a text message from the Joe Coctail that cracked the fiberglass hull of his party boat into rocks off one of the off shore islands. He had clients to impress. Even though he was told a week, he was hoping to have it back in days. Alex told him, “The fiberglass patch takes three days to cure because of the epoxy. It might look dry but a couple hours in the water and the hole would be bigger.” Money can’t make the epoxy cure any faster and the hull would need to be repainted too.

He knew this was going to be a long day. He grabbed his work jeans and a clean hoody and headed for the shower to wake up. After stubbing his toe on an oxygen tank in the kitchen and realizing the milk had gone bad a week ago. He headed out to find food with his school work. He was craving a Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich, onion rings and a chocolate milkshake or chocolate milk.

As he drove his pickup he listened to the professor drone on about classes of depreciation schedules, some things are three year, some five, and some the life of the items. The prof had never bought tools from one of the “rape trucks.” After five years he was still paying on specialty tools that were done depreciating two years ago. Maybe Tyler or Yoji could explain this to him in terms he understood.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Alexander Grey

Name: Alexander Drake Grey

bio

Age: 22
Appearance:

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Alex has red hair and light brownish colored eyes. He is about average height. He has low body fat and a good amount of muscle. He tends to dress in comfortable clothes. His idea of dressing up is putting on a shirt with more than three buttons with black slip-on sneakers and black jeans.

Height: 5’8”
Weight: 192#
Likes: ships, building things, learning, goofing off with friends, and diving.
Dislikes: IRS, being told it can’t be done, obnoxious people, people trying to push him drink or do drugs.
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Special Talent: mechanic
Interests/hobbies: food, swimming, diving, learning things
Profession: Part time student, part time sailor/mechanic
Bio/Personality: Alex grew up on the water. His father was a shipwright and pilot. His mother was a nurse. She left them because of his father’s drinking when he was young.

Alex would go with his father for weeks at a time missing school. Child Protective Services had threatened to take him out of the home for flagrant truancy. He completed his Junior High and High School online normally working as a deckhand on whatever ship his father worked on at the time. His grades were not great, imagine working twelve hours on the deck, then spending a couple hours doing school.

Life on the sea is risky and the pay is good. It is not a matter of if you get injured, get swept overboard, or do something dumb, but when. At 14 he owned his first sports car. He is rebuilding it from the a wreck his father had in it. At 16 he saved up and bought a pickup that he uses as his service truck.

He carried on working after his father died from liver and kidney failure. He has a small marine repair shop down by the docks. It has a hoist that works most of the time so he can repair ships. Sometimes he and his equipment get flown out to a ship at see where he ends up doing underwater repairs and some slight salvage.

One of the things he is learning is that he does not know how to run the business. This was evident from two big events sponsored by the I.R.S. The first audit he ended up paying a lot of money. The second one almost cost him everything. This got him to apply for business school at the university. He was accepted as a provisionally as a hardship cases. He takes a couple classes towards the business degree then a class that interests him. He is currently taking Chinese because of a cute girl that works at a small restaurant near the pier lives by.

Alex takes pride In what he does. He tends to be pragmatic in his thinking, taking what is useful and discarding the rest. Because of being a crew member on ships, Alex has learned to control his temper. You fight, you get dropped off and that means you don’t get a full share. Alex likes to lift weights and do things that help his diving. The girls in workout clothes do not hurt either.

Your character's favorite song: AC/DC TNT
Actor or Actress who would play your Character in a movie Sig Hanson

Proposed Connections:

Xia Alexander

@King Tai
Alex's connection to Xia is physical therapy for a leg injury that he received while making a repair on a ship. The leg still hurts from time to time and he is constantly needed to be worked over from some minor injuries from work or lifting.

Marinalia

@PrinceAlexus
Marlins has recently flown Alex in her rotatory wing aircraft and dumped in out a sea to work on a ship a few times.

Joel Nicolosi

@Pilatus
What gear head doesn't like to talk engines, cars, trucks, and the like with another gear head. Borrowing tools from each other is cheaper than paying the tool trucks.

Siobhan Jude Murphy

@Almalthia
He refers to her as Joel's better half. Knowing her comes with knowing Joel. He sees her as a sister.

Joshua Anthony Russo

@caliban22
Alex has met Joshua many times late in the evening when projects or assignments are due.

YOJI LARA CELESTINO

@Headhunter
Alex eats like he is on ship. You eat everything in sight then go work for twelve to 20 hours. He also tries do his best to keep the ENTRE DOS ISLAS running.

Charles Rainer

@Tyler Night
Alex is a frequent patron the the Hole in the Wall Bar and Grill. He started coming for the cheese steak sandwiches and burgers. He is getting to know Charles as a friend.

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Tell us about yourself

Your age: 52
What part of the world are you from? Midwest USA
How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: about 10, pbp about 6 months
How often do you have time to post? Every day/couple times a week when busy with life.
What you do for a living? I work in a hospital.
How much do you work a week? 50 hours a week
What do you enjoy doing besides writing? Have a wife and four children.
Other: I like world building. I am also working on my writing and was raised by an engineer. If you gentle in correction on my writing, I am willing to learn and improve.

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.