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Post by Steven on Sept 5, 2015 15:54:33 GMT -6
I walk around the general store, looking for windows
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 5, 2015 15:58:04 GMT -6
You find one window which, while still barred, looks rusty and unstable. You have a clear view of the wooden shop counter, with a stack of shelves behind it holding miscellaneous items.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 5, 2015 16:01:55 GMT -6
I try to slide through the bars, get jiggy.
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 5, 2015 16:05:35 GMT -6
You climb up, and start sliding between the bars... You fall out into the shop! You manage to land with a light thud. You look around. It's dark, but you can make out keys on the south wall, hanging from a hook next to the door to the shop. On the northwestern corner, behind the counter, is a solid wooden door, presumably to the shopkeeper's home. Behind you, on the north wall, is the counter.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 5, 2015 16:07:50 GMT -6
I examin the wares on the shelves and the counter.
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 5, 2015 16:18:10 GMT -6
On the shelves: a 10 pound bag of candy 2 two by four wooden planks 3 iron work hammers a rubber mallet 10 jerky rations a 50 pound bag of flour 50 empty burlap sacks On the ground: A 20 pound barrel of apples A 5 pound barrel of gunpowder Behind the counter: 564 copper pieces 12 silver pieces a box of 20 12 gauge buckshot shotguns shells an iron double barrel 12 gauge shotgun with a wooden stock, loaded with two buckshot shells 3 pears a golden amulet with a picturee of the shopkeeper and his family.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 5, 2015 16:22:29 GMT -6
I take the money, 3 burlap sacks, the shotgun and its ammo, the jerky and pears, and the hammers. I hand them one at a time through the window. I take the gun powerder as well. I crack the glass on the amulet.
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 5, 2015 16:26:45 GMT -6
You hand them through the bars to Van, remaining unnoticed.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 5, 2015 16:32:06 GMT -6
I help carry the things in the sacks then I head back to base.
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Post by Steven on Sept 5, 2015 16:33:30 GMT -6
I Pocket them in the sacks
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Post by Steven on Sept 5, 2015 16:41:10 GMT -6
I go back to Tulsa's location.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 5, 2015 16:42:48 GMT -6
I give the shotgun, powder, and ammo to Tulsa
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 5, 2015 16:43:51 GMT -6
I give a work hammer to vince. Along with everything else.
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 7, 2015 17:52:57 GMT -6
The sun rises as you sleep, and soon enough it is morning. A new day, a new life. You survey the cramped inn room, hosting your entire party with just two beds. It'll work, for now at least.
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Post by Sacknight on Sept 7, 2015 18:00:21 GMT -6
"Good Morning lads! How was your sleep?"
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 7, 2015 18:04:00 GMT -6
"yeety"
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 7, 2015 18:17:42 GMT -6
"what should we do?"
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Post by Steven on Sept 7, 2015 18:18:44 GMT -6
I wake up and ask what we should do today.
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Post by Sacknight on Sept 7, 2015 18:20:12 GMT -6
"Well, i think today is the day we adventure out. Today is the day we make a name for ourselves."
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 7, 2015 18:21:00 GMT -6
"want to leave this town because some mystical force is stopping us from entering the dungeon.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 7, 2015 18:28:11 GMT -6
"WHAT SHOULD WE DO!"
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Post by Sacknight on Sept 7, 2015 18:28:49 GMT -6
"WE SHOULD LEAVE"
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Post by Steven on Sept 7, 2015 18:30:23 GMT -6
"Fuck, wanna go rob the blacksmith? We got a gun."
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Post by Steven on Sept 7, 2015 18:30:48 GMT -6
"I fucking hate these people."
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 7, 2015 18:35:56 GMT -6
"sounds good, lets wait till night"
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Post by Sacknight on Sept 7, 2015 18:39:08 GMT -6
"Are you guys going out mugging again?" "Really?"
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 7, 2015 18:41:02 GMT -6
"I was born for it man"
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Post by Tortilla Jackson on Sept 7, 2015 18:43:22 GMT -6
Name: Garret Jomansen, Magical Overlord Gender: Male Race: Goblin Path: The path of The Yeets Class: Custom Engineer Starting Gear: Cotton pants, My moms notes to me in my third grade lunch boxes, Cotton tank top, Beaten up leather boots, Leather backpack, 80's shades Trait: Bright Magic Archetype: Magic Subtype: Starting Spell(s): Race Base Stats: STR: 2 DEX: 4 VIS: 7 + 1 INT: 7 Height: 4'1" Appearance: Dark brown skin and eyes, three golden earrings, blunt, rotten teeth and thick, leathery skin, A hot bod, and a few yeets Backstory: Hee Pleyed to. much first knights at fastbearonies ,so he caem hear : Buckle Up, Im Goin' In Raw. Motivation: He likes big butts and he cannot lie. Alignment: Chaotic Good Catchphrase: Buckle Up, Im Goin' In Raw Colors: All of them Misc. Comments: He has very sensitive ears and a tender, sensitive heart.
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 7, 2015 18:53:47 GMT -6
"yeet man let's do some more muggin'."
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 18, 2015 7:54:18 GMT -6
"sounds funky fresh mengo, sounds yeety!"
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