Posts made by Sophia Romanziere
RE: Out of Game / Leaving Thread
Rage! Grr! Salt! Quitting forever and ever! Retiring Robin because she’s so fun to play as that I should have made her Batman instead! Retiring Claeryss because people don’t want her teapot to have dragon wings and a bulette carapace! And Minna because clearly she’s not cared for by aaaaaanyone!
...Heh, no. Going with my husband on a trip - thank you so much for all the love my characters have received lately, and the love given back OOCly too. See you Saturday, friends!
The Bluebird Live At Shylocks!
*A handful of Old Town children are hired to put up posters around their streets and Downtown's - even the Citadel's... For an extra coin, of course. Was it Minnalaushee, promoting herself? Or was it someone else promoting their own business? The posters read: *
From midday until the tip jars are full...
Minna the Bluebird! At the Shylocks stage!
Live every eve!
*Then in a smaller print... *
Keep your weapons sheathed. The establishment is not responsible for injuries sustained nor deaths that may occur.
A note left at Albion's bar
*At peak hour of the establishment, as the tide of people came and went, a note appeared right at the bar - it could have been from any stranger, of the many that stopped by, though in the sea of worn-down faces, some took notice of a quiet blue-clad elf that none had seen before. Many approached her, coin in hand, though none succeeded in their efforts. *
It is said that a man with "expensive tastes" is staying at your
horse housewhorehouse as of late. I've been asked to buy the bodies of any of your girlsemployees that do not make it through the night.
Master friend employirk?employer is offering fifty Lyons per body. If this is enough, do leave the bodies by the sewer grate nearby. They will be collected and your pay delivered at the windowsill of the center-most window of the second floor.
*No return address is left. *
Instructions for Clan Dolsberg's craft
*The most sober-looking Kneecapper in Shylock's is bribed with a glowy enchanted mushroom or six, to pay for the next round of ales of a certain beardless group of dwarves... And to hand them this letter: *
Dear clan Dolsberg,
Welcome to the fold. Upon agreement to the code you've entitled yourself to these drinks and many more to come - much, much more than you imagine: those racist Archprelates and those soul-destroying Cobbles will be paying for your pints, your children's pints and your grandchildren's, once we are done beating their skulls in.
So drink, make merry and ready for the biggest brawl of all your lives.
PD: About the items we agreed on, have a look at these.
*Attached are the designs for two Cold Iron necklaces and five other Cold Iron goods. *
Posters by a white little ghost
*A small quiet figure clad in white is seen putting up hand-written posters all over Old Town and Downtown - curiously, not one of these is found at the Citadel. Some say she is a child, some say she is Finn's wife in disguise, some say she is a reanimated doll or a spawn of a devil... The consensus, though, is that this figure in a white summer's dress is unnerving. The posters all read differently: *
"Have you seen the Crow? Tell him it's been Thursday for a long time."
"Crow, the stew is cold."
"Saranja, I have writings for the Spark. It was our secret mission."
"Crow where are you?"
"Crow, Saranja, we were birds of the blackest feather. Come back."
"Saranja, I have writings, come read!"
"Tell Crow that I cannot make it Thursday forever... It's been two weeks. Stories always have to go on."