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farsickness2020-06-22 05:27 pm
thelesserevil) wrote in farsickness2020-06-22 05:27 pm
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WHO: Renfri + OPEN
WHEN: 2nd half of June
WHAT: Buying a horse. Also general poking around town, feel free to wildcard
WHERE: Gazin
After several weeks in Gazin, Renfri has pretty much convinced herself that the town is no elaborate illusion of Stregobor's. Even for him, keeping up such a large-scale illusion for weeks on end seems like too much. If nothing else, he should have tired of toying with her by now and gone for the kill.
So it looks like she has really been saved by the bell. Or something of the sort, not that she thinks she had needed saving, strictly, she'd had a plan and it would have worked just fine if everyone else played along.
Life is coming along quite nicely, while she hasn't found reliable work yet she is doing well enough by selling out her sword hand for a day here and there - she's never had much luck returning to any kind of settled, orderly life anyway, not since it was first taken from her. There's always someone needing a sword to accompany them into the forest or an innkeeper needing an extra bouncer on the busier nights, or just some hunting to be done.
She may be found poking around town, trying to learn more about the lay of the land in various taverns or talking to the merchants asking for another transport which she could escort - she wouldn't mind going back to robbing them, either, but that needs a reliable crew.
Or she can be found by the stables, getting into an ever more heated argument right there on the street with the man who had introduced himself as the town's best horse breeder and trying not to stab him.
"That's a joke, right?!" she demands, getting distinctly louder now. "Do you think I've got money to waste? That horse isn't even worth half of what you want for her!"
WHEN: 2nd half of June
WHAT: Buying a horse. Also general poking around town, feel free to wildcard
WHERE: Gazin
After several weeks in Gazin, Renfri has pretty much convinced herself that the town is no elaborate illusion of Stregobor's. Even for him, keeping up such a large-scale illusion for weeks on end seems like too much. If nothing else, he should have tired of toying with her by now and gone for the kill.
So it looks like she has really been saved by the bell. Or something of the sort, not that she thinks she had needed saving, strictly, she'd had a plan and it would have worked just fine if everyone else played along.
Life is coming along quite nicely, while she hasn't found reliable work yet she is doing well enough by selling out her sword hand for a day here and there - she's never had much luck returning to any kind of settled, orderly life anyway, not since it was first taken from her. There's always someone needing a sword to accompany them into the forest or an innkeeper needing an extra bouncer on the busier nights, or just some hunting to be done.
She may be found poking around town, trying to learn more about the lay of the land in various taverns or talking to the merchants asking for another transport which she could escort - she wouldn't mind going back to robbing them, either, but that needs a reliable crew.
Or she can be found by the stables, getting into an ever more heated argument right there on the street with the man who had introduced himself as the town's best horse breeder and trying not to stab him.
"That's a joke, right?!" she demands, getting distinctly louder now. "Do you think I've got money to waste? That horse isn't even worth half of what you want for her!"
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"Most definitely," Merlan says with a solemn nod. "It's not far. I'm sure Thunder would be thrilled to see you again, my lady, and we are going that way."
Apparently, that's her nickname and that's that. Renfri gets all Merlan's courtesy (and not teasingly either) as the Knightly mage she has turned out to be. Besmirch her honor to your doom, ser. She pays the merchant no mind because gods she doesn't even want to look back at his ass drooping out of drawers like a...a...blobfish.
What an eldritch horror.
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Her steps are a little lighter now and she shakes her head in slight amusement. "Magic used to defend my honor, who would have thought I'd ever see the day," she says, her voice wry. It wouldn't do to let on that it truly feels nice to have someone outside her group of brigands take her side. Not that she doesn't know by now that Merlan would and will, it's just... It's different knowing and seeing it time and again.
"Let's visit Thunder then," she says, clearing her throat. No, it wouldn't do to let on how much she cares.