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Genesis {Open RP}
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Atik
Andrew Stone
Goldshire
The human boy stumbled though the inn; several plates held in his hands as he dropped them off at various tables. He didn't particularly like working as a waiter, but it was his only source of money, and that was made very clear from his face.
Said face was undeniably young looking; still rather rounded and soft. Messy brown hair fell just past his ears, and dark grey eyes stared at and around the area. His skin was faily light, making it clear he wasn't out in the sun too often.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Jeremiah Bridgewater
Location
: Goldshire
Jeremy entered the inn, sitting heavily at one of the tables. He was young, with short blonde hair and tired, green eyes. He was wearing a flannel shirt, long pants and tough work boots. He dropped a woodcutting axe next to the table and leaned it up against the side, then waited for someone to come by.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Bruce Valois
Location
: Goldshire
"I beg you to reconsider," his mother pleadingly looked into his large, very light gray eyes, stepping between him and his kitbag. The boy - the young man, as he thought of himself, but very probably did not qualify yet - sighed, tugging his ponytail of charcoal black hair nervously, then shook his head and softly place his hands on her fragile shoulders. Looking down on her - at his very gangly six point two, he was almost half again as tall as his short, plump mother - he said, slowly but decisively, "I made my choice, mom. After five years, you managed to move on and find your place in life - it is time for me to do the same."
He gently kissed her on the forehead and walked around her, carefully putting the last remnants of his late father's letters and books into the sack and tying it close. As she watched him, tears welling in her eyes, the boy walked up to the fireplace and carefully removed a large, well-crafted steel bastard sword from a rack over it.
"Fits my hand," he chuckled somewhat nervously. "I'd make grandpa proud if he was still with us."
"Will you return? Tell me you will return!" his mother exclaimed. He sighed again, then said firmly, "I will."
He slung the sack and the scabbbard with the sword across his back and walked an unflinching walk towards the exit.
"Can you at least stay until the wedding?" he heard behind him. He gritted his teeth and growled, more sharply than he wanted to, "No," and ran out of the house.
"Tyr bless you, son," his mother whispered, then slumped onto a chair and began crying.
Post by
Atik
Andrew Stone
Goldshire
Andrew looked over. One more person had entered the inn. Good, maybe he wouldn't even want anything. Then he could finally get his break.
He made his way to the Jeremiah. "Can I get you anything sir?"
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Bruce Valois
Location
: Goldshire
Bruce at first considered going to the blacksmith to sharpen the sword, but then decided that, since he after all had a sharpening stone of his own, he might as well care after his weapon on his own. Besides, he had already sharpened swords a few times and was confident - well, almost confident - that he would not damage his grandfather's heritage. He paused in front of the inn, rocking on his heavy riding leather boots from toes to heels and back and looking critically on his reflection in the window. Flared dark brown woolen pants going over his boots, waisted with a durable leather belt. Light gray flannel shirt tucked into his pants, its sleeves rolled up all the way to the elbows. And, last but not the least, dark green silk bandana currently tied around his neck.
"I need to get some armor," the boy muttered, sighing and walking inside the inn. He hoped that the bartender could give him a couple of leads, but more importantly, he had missed his breakfast with all the packing and leaving.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Jeremiah Bridgewater
Location
: Goldshire
Jeremy shrugged. "Lemonade, I guess," he said, setting down a few coppers. "It's hot out there."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Argon
Location: Goldshire
The young boy barely older then 16 with short black hair and blue eyes walked threw the streets of the town as a small black wolf followed after him. He was wearing a simple green linen shirt and brown leather pants that was held up by a belt. He eventually made his way towards the edge of town and stopped in front of a house destroyed by a fire that had ran threw it months ago. As he stood there watching at what used to be his home he heard a whimper and looked down to see the wolf looking up at him.
"We had to do this eventually Shadow." He said as he approached the house.
Post by
Atik
Andrew Stone
Goldshire
Andrew nodded. "Definately." He agreed before heading off to get the drink.
He noticed more people coming in, and glanced around hoping someone else was working. No such luck, however.
That just figured.
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Atik
Andrew Stone
Goldshire
Andrew made his way back out, dropping off the lemonade for Jeremiah.
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Behelich
Character
: Bruce Valois
Location
: Goldshire
Bruce raised an eyebrow at the sheer amount of people in the same age category as him sitting in the inn. Shrugging, he headed towards the bar.
"Got any fresh bread left?" he asked evenly upon walking up to Ven.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Bruce Valois
Location
: Goldshire
"Aight, mind getting me a bottle of cold milk while I'm waiting, then?" Bruce nodded appreciatively.
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Atik
Andrew Stone
Goldshire
Andrew made his way to what looked to be three farm kids, based on their builds and looks. "Can I get you folks anything?" He asked them.
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