James R. Rustle
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 30, 2015 9:25:53 GMT -5
Propping himself up on his knees, Owen heard the veiled noble hack and saw blood hit the ground. With some effort, he regained his full height and fished a handkerchief out of his coat pocket. "Here," he breathed, still winded from what seemed like a full ten minutes of running. He offered the small cloth to his companion and at that moment realized just how much his arm felt like it had almost been pulled from its socket. He winced, but held the handkerchief out in offering nonetheless.
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Jun 30, 2015 13:22:41 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jun 30, 2015 13:22:41 GMT -5
Faye:
"Thanks." Faye said, taking the handkerchief. She held it up to her nose and pinched the bridge of her nose. Making sure to tilt her head back she turned to her guide. "So an exploding coin pouch. Must be expensive if you use that often."
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James R. Rustle
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 30, 2015 14:14:22 GMT -5
"I tip well for good service," he chuckled between breaths. "I'll be happy enough when that tyrant flinches every time he spots coin." He leaned heavily into the side of a building.
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Jun 30, 2015 15:26:24 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jun 30, 2015 15:26:24 GMT -5
Faye:
"I'll keep that in mind then." Chuckled Faye, blood seeping through the handkerchief and onto her fingers.The handkerchief really wasnt doing much to help stop the blood anymore. "So where we going and do they have a spot to wash up. Id rather not have to walk around with dried blood all over me. And i think you may need to get your arm looked at."
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James R. Rustle
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 30, 2015 22:58:03 GMT -5
Owen worked his arm vertically into wide circles until a loud pop emanated from his shoulder. "Hmm... Might need a relaxant still," he murmured, gingerly rubbing and testing the strained ball and socket joint. "Come here and let me have a look at that," he said gesturing her toward him with one hand. "It's alright, I've had medical training."
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Jul 1, 2015 1:06:41 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 1, 2015 1:06:41 GMT -5
Faye:
She moved over to her guide and removed the handkerchief from her nose. The blood took no time in flowing freely again, making sure tostain her stolen clothes even more so then they already were. "I realize that i never got you're name." She said, also taking her hand off her nose.
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James R. Rustle
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jul 1, 2015 14:25:16 GMT -5
"They call me many names... But mostly behind my back," He said wryly as he took another piece of cloth from his pocket and held it under the woman's nose. "My name is Owen." He gently placed his hand on her cheekbone to the right of her injury, looking upon it with searching eyes. "Please breath through your mouth for a moment," He said softly as he used the same hand to lightly touch the bridge of her nose. "It appears to be broken, but it's not misshapen... Hm... Likely it's a small fracture." He gave a low murmur as he pressed slightly upon her bridge.
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Jul 2, 2015 1:44:07 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 2, 2015 1:44:07 GMT -5
Faye:
"Well, nice to meet you Owen" Faye said, wincing as Owen touched her nose. Today really did fucking suck, she thought. The good thing she could think of was that she still had her book. "So what do you sugfest seeing as I have a broken nose and you have a messed up arm?"
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Post by jlygreengiant on Jul 2, 2015 19:57:33 GMT -5
OUT OF CHARACTER POST
Guys, do any of you happen to have a map or a rough sketch of the city made up? We seem to be leaving our lovely tavern, and a map would help me at least make sense of what is going on where.
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 3, 2015 1:02:02 GMT -5
NON CHARACTER POSTSo, becasue a map was never made of the bastion. Here is a shittily drawn map made in MS-Paint. 
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James R. Rustle
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jul 3, 2015 22:47:16 GMT -5
Despite the noble woman's question, Owen made a low murmur as he pressed two fingertips along her nose. He withdrew his hand and began rummaging around in his satchel. "I've numbed the fractured area; it will feel cold for a few hours and reduce any inflammation." He pulled a small bottle from his sling bag and presented it to her. "As for your pain and my arm, this should do nicely." He offered the bottle to her. "A generous sip should suffice."
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Jul 4, 2015 2:03:13 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 4, 2015 2:03:13 GMT -5
Faye:
"Good suggestion." Faye responded, downing a generous portion of the drink as suggested. She could feel the reside from her nose as she handed the bottle back to Owen. "Though i still hope you have an answer to my question. Unless you mean to tell me that this little bottle is something more then a short term solution."
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Post by The Canadian Hippy (Admin) on Jul 6, 2015 6:09:57 GMT -5
(( GUESS WHO'S BACK. BACK AGAIN. I should be back for real though. WOO. Also, after talking to Cole, I noticed we needed a layout for the city. I used his as a base, and came up with this:  So, pretty much like Cole's, but I switched things up a little bit. The slums are also much bigger than they appear. Noticing the sub-level tunnels there on the north, south, east and westmost areas of the first inner wall, the slums lead into a sorta subterranean market area. Likely also paired as sewers. But they use it as a market, sheltered from guards, since no one really cares to go down there. A likely place for black market deals to take place. I drew that bit before I started to think about the actual layout, but it'd look sorta like this poorly drawn version:  Ignore the pillars. It's just the general shape of the tunnel system. There is, of course, many other smaller tunnels in the walls that contain things like abandoned sewer passages that a lot of the underworld folk of the city use to get around, such as thieves. But the main tunnels are huuuuge and are just an extension of the cluttered slums. Also, yes, there's no train in the slums. Shouldn't be a surprise, the trains are for the more privileged. Although the nobles tend to stay in their own district, it's small enough to travel around by carriage. Anyway, yeah. That's my most immediate contribution. I'll post an actual post later. )) |
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James R. Rustle
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jul 6, 2015 14:25:58 GMT -5
"Actually this is all I would recommend for a fracture of that kind; It will heal on it's own if you are diligent about drinking that, which would be twice daily or as needed." He closed his satchel and slung it back over his shoulder. "I did not, however, get your name, miss...?"
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Jul 7, 2015 2:28:11 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 7, 2015 2:28:11 GMT -5
Faye:
"Rin." Lied Faye. It was an alias shed used plenty of times before. Though usually only when setting up other nobles to take a fall. Her alter persona also had a wanted poster in one of the guards quarters that brought a sense of joy to her.
Pocketing the bottle, Faye asked, "So...do you still know how to gets us to the restraunt we were originally heading too? Or did i screw us over by running?"
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Post by The Canadian Hippy (Admin) on Jul 9, 2015 2:16:29 GMT -5
Name: Cabot Age: 30 Gender: Male Occupation: Deserter, Knight of the Drake Appearance: When out of his armour, Cabot stands at a solid six feet tall, possessing a muscular build, befitting one who wears a full suit of heavy plate. His black hair is short, usually disheveled, and ragged. While Cabot's other features don't denote at all to the freckles that many nobles in the Bastion have-- these usually accompanied by orange hair and blue eyes-- Cabot's face is dusted with them, as well most of his torso and arms. Oddly enough, his eyes are grey, not a trait seen within the Bastion at all. The man doesn't have much in the way of facial hair; his expressive eyebrows are sharply angled but sparse, and his jaw and chin are covered in a scruffy layer of wiry black hair. As for facial features, Cabot's face is an angular one, his averagely broad jawline leading down to a flat chin. His nose is slightly large, and ever-so-subtly crooked, home to a pair of ragged scars running across its bridge, overlapping only on one side, causing the both of them to make something of a sideways "V". Other/important information: Cabot's armour and weapons are his pride. Expertly, and artfully crafted pieces of plate full of functionality, mobility, and protection combine in a beautiful suit of decorated plate armour, belonging to what appears to be a foreign nation's army. The heavy torso plating is wrapped in a tabard that carries the insignia of said nation, which also pairs as a hooded cloak-wrap. Yes, from the uniquely designed helm, with a metallic dragonling statue riding atop it, to the skillfully created greaves protecting his legs, and the magically reinforced cloth he wears beneath, Cabot's armour is like a second skin. He stands roughly at 6'4" in his armour. A sturdy belt wraps around his waist, carrying a sheathed longsword at his left hip. At his right, rests a holstered handgun, of surprisingly intricate design, far ahead of the Bastion's time. The gun is bulky, its barrel long and its bullets large, definitely meant to penetrate armour similar to what he himself is wearing. Its holster looks to have its own little suit of armour; a hardcase meant to keep it secure, in the event of someone using it against him. The machinations of the holster don't seem apparent just by looking at it. Armour ref: i.imgur.com/0VCJEl9.jpg
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Post by jlygreengiant on Jul 10, 2015 0:13:01 GMT -5
Ulvjeger slowly walked to the park deep in thought, absentmindedly fending off pickpockets.
Could I trust her? What will she do? I'm going to need to create an extra contingency plan or two, just in case. Maybe I should call in a favor.
Suddenly he paid more attention to his surroundings. One of those bastard pickpockets came close, far to close for a normal urchin. And yet, the kid seems to have disappeared. Ulvjeger slowly took in his surroundings, and found a vantage point with a view of both the Griffin, and the park.
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James R. Rustle
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jul 24, 2015 13:46:16 GMT -5
"Well we're not lost," he said still rubbing his arm. "Unfortunately you've taken us all the way to the far end of the slums." Owen peered around the corner of a building walling off the alleyway and down the way they had come. "The guards likely won't pursue us this far, however, we may still have to contend with thugs and lowlifes," He said in a low voice as he continued to keep a lookout.
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Jul 25, 2015 12:15:32 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 25, 2015 12:15:32 GMT -5
Faye:
"To be honest, id much rather run into the thugs and low life then the guards. They're probably less crooked." Faye said quietly, also making sure to keep an eye on the streets. "Im ready to go whenever you feel we should head on out."
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jul 28, 2015 1:04:13 GMT -5
"You speak as though you have some experience with the bastion guard," he whispered as he stepped out from behind the wall and began to pad down the backstreet.
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Jul 28, 2015 2:13:27 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 28, 2015 2:13:27 GMT -5
Faye:
"You could say that my relationship with them is strained on a good day." She whispered back, following closely behind Owen. "Though its more or less their reputation. At this point i think they are actually trying to get a worse one, and id personally rather not find out if the stories about them are true."
Grant:
Watching Cynthia leave, Grant sighed. The tavern was finally empty, for the time being at least. As the door closed, the sign on the door swung slightly. The side sayi g open facing Grant. 'If only that sign lit up, maybe then there would be an actual day where i dont have to work.' He thought to himself, as he swept the coins from the tables. Counting them and pocketing some, he handed the rest to Isabel. "If you would be so kind, can you finish cleaning up? I need to go change." He said as he headed up stairs. He could hear a sigh, before Isabel moved into the main room and the sound of dishes clinking together.
Moving into his room, Grant closed the door behind him and removed his jacket, boots, and sword. He grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and headed to the bathroom for shower.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jul 29, 2015 1:34:10 GMT -5
"Their sense of justice does change day to day," he conceded. "Your relationship with them?" Owen repeated the woman's words questioningly. While he waited for her response, he stopped at the corner of another building and peered around it to examine the path beyond.
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Jul 30, 2015 3:31:57 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jul 30, 2015 3:31:57 GMT -5
Faye:
"Yeah, past few run ins with the guard didn't really end well." Answered Faye. "I'm fairly certain that they have a drawing of me in the northern gaurd quarters at that." The answer wasnt entirely dishonest. One of the northern guard quarters did have apainting of her in it. Albeit it was due to her donating a large sum to it.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jul 31, 2015 20:15:39 GMT -5
"So you've been to the northern guard quarters?" He reiterated, eyeing the bags of trash lining both sides of the alley as they crept past.
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Aug 1, 2015 2:57:32 GMT -5
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Post by asecondhandlion on Aug 1, 2015 2:57:32 GMT -5
Faye:
"Not in person." Replied Faye, her nose curling slightly at the stench of the surrounding refuse. "Probably wouldn't be the warmest of receptions if I did."
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