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Post by Salya on May 24, 2011 8:31:21 GMT -5
Couples: PM me...
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Post by Salya on May 24, 2011 8:32:21 GMT -5
†Open†
You can start posting now.
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Post by leir on Mar 26, 2012 18:23:05 GMT -5
The day was moving much like any other in the Kingdom of Song, or any other Kingdom really. With the amount of travel Lasci had done all the towns ultimately were the same. Every morning there was a market rush for the fresh daily goods, shops cleaning and yelling out their specials, wagons creaking and wobbling across the hardened earth streets; or cobble if the state cared enough to provide such a thing to the commoners. This was one such place. But that made sense, they were barely touched by the quarrels of the central borders. Being so far north allowed for such ignorance, though anyone less than a fool knew that the populace was well aware of such strife throughout the continent. If ever the south broke, where would the Demons march? Or the Angels for that matter. Then again, why would either want to hold so far away from their true enemies?
Lasci sat quietly on the ledge of the central fountain of the main street as he thought. Today he disguised himself as a merchant garbed in fine conservative cloth with a collar of clean lace and likewise cups. On a couple of his fingers were simple silver metal rings with shallow engraved designs that depicted nothing in particular. It was more just to match the gilding of his tall boots and cape. On a glance one could easily tell that the man that sat listening to the trickle of the fountain waters was one of wealth and success. But betraying his regal attire Lasci felt it fitting to elude to the reason for his supposed wealth by leaving his short, dark brown hair an unruly mess and upon closer inspection one might spy the dark grey sigil of a sail bearing a cloak on his tunic.
In silence he sat, quite content with himself as he mulled over the plan again. It wasn't the best plan he'd ever heard and they'd most likely eventually be caught. But Lasci wasn't worried. Unlike the rest of the band he had incredibly great escape capabilities. Thus why he was the one here and not any of them.
Ahead of him a window opened. A fair distance off down one of the side streets but visible enough to see it was the old crone of the young alchemist. She was predictable, always following a system. She hated the obnoxious noises of the morning crowd in the market so kept her house closed up until late morning. It was time.
Standing, Lasci stretched and sniffed the air with a broad smile on his disguised face. "A beautiful day," he stated aloud to no one in particular. The seeming merchant dropped the tail of his black and silver cloak from his arm and began a casual walk to the new stalls that were setting up along the main street now that the food rush was finished. If all went as planned she would be making her way into the common folk soon and then it would be time to act.
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