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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 9, 2016 22:26:56 GMT
> go west.
You enter the Southwestern Crossroads of Greenport. Roads stretch north, east, and southwest. From the southwest, the wind carries the smell of salt and a rhythmic rushing noise. The crossroads are crowded with traffic ranging from horse-drawn wagons to pushcarts, carrying goods of all kinds. The Greenporter Inn stands here, as well as the King's Head tavern.
In the middle of the crossroads stands a signpost, telling travelers where each of the roads go. A flyer is tacked to it.
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Post by telaxius on Oct 9, 2016 22:43:39 GMT
> Check the signpost to see where Queen's Gate is.
> Check the flyer.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 9, 2016 23:03:31 GMT
> Check the signpost to see where Queen's Gate is.
NORTH: Shops, Town Square
WEST: East Street, Homes
SOUTHWEST: Docks
...So not very helpful.
> Check the flyer.
"Seest thou this boy?" it reads, and underneath ... a picture of you.
Oh dear.
...The reward is how much?
Ohhh deaaar.
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Post by telaxius on Oct 9, 2016 23:09:41 GMT
> Look around and see if anyone is watching.
> When you think nobody is watching, grab the flyer and place it in your pocket.
> Later show it to Geoff.
> Ask for directions to Queen's gate from the least suspicious person you can see
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 9, 2016 23:57:24 GMT
> Look around and see if anyone is watching.
You look left. You look right. You look behind you. You look up. Just to be sure.
> When you think nobody is watching, grab the flyer and place it in your pocket.
You, in a casual and not-at-all-suspicious manner, tear the flyer off of its nail and nonchalantly fold it and shove it into your pocket.
You got the ticking time bomb! You put it in your pocket.
> Later show it to Geoff.
You'll definitely remember to do that.
> Ask for directions to Queen's gate from the least suspicious person you can see.
You look around for a bit, then settle on a man with glasses, busily adding figures on a bench. He looks up, with the expression of someone caught doing something naughty.
"Eh? Queen's Gate? Well, yes, that's, er, to the north, I believe. Past the shops. Yes. Yes."
He stares at your face for a second, as if he's trying to figure out where he's seen you before. He looks away, embarrassed, and shakes his head.
"Yes. North. Yes..."
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Post by telaxius on Oct 10, 2016 0:21:11 GMT
> To the north it is then!
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 11, 2016 0:33:34 GMT
> To the north it is then!
You reach the northern crossroads. The square is packed with shops of all kinds. Storefronts, open-air stalls, mats, rickety wooden staircases leading to upstairs windows - apparently Greenport's gotten busy lately. To the northeast and west are two gates - the west one appears to be a hole recently punched through Greenport's stone walls, which are in a noticeable state of disrepair. The one to the northeast is much older, and was properly built into the wall. Above it, a crown has been carved into the stone. Carts pass constantly through both of them.
A few shops catch your eye - an apothecary, a general store, a curiosity shop, and, for whatever reason, a man selling odd jellies (?) on his balcony. You're not sure why.
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Post by telaxius on Oct 11, 2016 3:43:58 GMT
> Glance at the jellies to see if you can gleam any more information. If you can't find out anything new from that, go up there ask him about his buisness.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 11, 2016 19:17:59 GMT
>Confront the Jelly man. SAVIOR OF THE UNIVERSE!
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 15, 2016 15:35:58 GMT
> Glance at the jellies to see if you can gleam any more information. If you can't find out anything new from that, go up there ask him about his business.
You call them "jellies" for lack of a better word. It comes in little jars, like jelly. It's slightly translucent, like jelly. It's available in many appealing colors, just like jelly.
Jelly, though, is not supposed to bubble and give off the strong scent of ammonia.
And, looking just below his balcony at a pit in the pavement, surrounded by glass shards, you realize one other way it's different: jelly isn't supposed to eat holes in stone.
> Confront the Jelly man.
The Jelly man grins widely.
"Food. This is food. You like it? It is food."
He begins to giggle.
"Jelly" Shop:
Red "Jelly" (1 dram, 0.1 kg)
What is it? It smells faintly of ammonia.
Blue "Jelly" (2 dram, 0.1 kg)
According to the label, it's "Food!!!" It smells strongly of ammonia.
Yellow "Jelly" (5 dram, 0.1 kg)
Somehow, you doubt that it really is "FFFOOOODD!!!!!!" The stench of ammonia is overpowering.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 15, 2016 16:16:38 GMT
buy a red "jelly". don't eat it. keep it on you just in case. it could be poison.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 16, 2016 23:10:39 GMT
> buy a red "jelly". don't eat it. keep it on you just in case. it could be poison.
Despite already having one close encounter with a deadly poison in the last week, you decide to buy a red ... jelly.
The man grins widely when you hand him your dram, which immediately tarnishes to a solid black.
"Enjoy your food! FOOOD!" The Jelly Man starts to giggle again.
You gave the Jelly Man one dram.
You got the Red "Jelly"! You put it in your pack (0.2/10 kg.)
The Jelly Man is really starting to deeply unnerve you. You don't think he's blinked once in the last two minutes.
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Post by telaxius on Oct 17, 2016 3:40:20 GMT
> Go and ask this clearly very trustworthy man in which direction Queen's gate is.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 17, 2016 4:18:35 GMT
> Go and ask this clearly very trustworthy man in which direction Queen's gate is.
"Hahaha, queen's gate. Hahahaa."
He giggles for a solid minute.
He points towards the northeast.
"Queen's gate. The queen's gate. Hahaha. Hahaha!"
He suddenly breaks into loud, tuneless song:
"LONG LIVE OUR GRACIOUS QUEEN! LONG LIVE OUR LOVELY QUEEN! LONG LIVE THE QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEN! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
The shops go silent, and suddenly half the market is looking at the pair of you.
"Queen's gate. Yes... ahahahaha."
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Post by telaxius on Oct 17, 2016 5:02:53 GMT
> Speed-walk as non-suspiciously towards the north-east as possible. If anyone tries to do anything, like take you away, throw the jelly at them.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 17, 2016 19:08:09 GMT
^ Can't complain.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 17, 2016 20:11:37 GMT
> Speed-walk as non-suspiciously towards the north-east as possible. If anyone tries to do anything, like take you away, throw the jelly at them.
Everyone is still staring at you.
You walk very very normally. Extremely normally. Very, very normal.
Normality is the name of the game. Everything is normal.
Yep. Normal.
You stand at the Queen's Gate. Geoff stands here. A guard station stands to the north. Inside, a bored-looking guard examines his sword for nicks and scratches.
Geoff smiles and takes you by the shoulder.
"Ah, boy! I see you've met our local...eccentric! He's such a funny man, isn't he? Such a funny man."
He leans in closer, whispering.
"Never. Ever. Do anything like that again. Ever."
He leans back.
"Alright, I've gotten everything we need for our journey. If you think you'll need anything else, tell me now and I'll be happy to wait here."
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Post by telaxius on Oct 18, 2016 3:04:43 GMT
> Let us begin the ceremonies. It seems a bit dangerous to go out and about looking for stuff with that high bounty on your head.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 19, 2016 4:39:40 GMT
> Let us begin the ceremonies.
Geoff walks up to the guard station and greets the man inside.
"Ah, Jehann! How goes it? How's your mother?"
The guard inside looks up, and breaks into a grin.
"Geoff! What brings you here? Haven't seen you in a while."
"Leaving for Williamsdale. Got a few errands to run. Say, have you met boy here? He's going to be traveling with me. I daresay he might exceed my prowess one day."
The guard leans out of his booth. His eyes widen. He motions Geoff in closer, and the two of them engage in whispered debate. A paper is produced from Geoff's pocket, and slipped across to the guard, who looks up from the page to you, then back to the page. More whispers. The guard takes another look at you, then leans back into the guard station.
"Yes, I think... I think you might be right. One day."
"I'm glad you agree, Jehann."
Geoff looks back at you, and motions for you to follow.
"Alright, boy, it's time to go. To Williamsdale!"
He starts north down the path to Williamsdale.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 19, 2016 4:51:44 GMT
>go north.
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Post by telaxius on Oct 19, 2016 23:18:50 GMT
> Reveal the ticking time bomb to Geoff.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 20, 2016 3:58:15 GMT
> go north.
You pass through the Queen's Gate and start the walk to Williamsburg. The road looks like it was paved, once, but now, the cobbles are patchy at best.
"I remember marching down these roads, long ago. They were some of the finest roads you would find anywhere in the world; ruler-straight, they were, boy. Paved with big, flat stones. Big, strong bridges too. Not much of the old roads left, now. The road to Williamsburg is one of the last, I think. Shame."
> Reveal the ticking time bomb to Geoff.
Geoff calls a stop, and the two of you sit down on the side of the road, eating quietly. You unfold the flyer and show it to Geoff.
"Hmm. Worrying. I suppose they must have produced those just recently. Although, I must say, the picture they have of you here isn't the best. More potato than prince, if I must be frank."
Geoff frowns. "Being in cities is going to be risky, boy. We can't risk you being recognized." He rummages through his pack and produces a green fabric package.
"Put this on. Maybe it'll keep people from recognizing you at a glance."
You got the green hooded cloak! You put it on your body. (+2 Stealth)
"We've got to go to Williamsburg to meet a friend of mine. A friend of yours too, though you may not have met just yet. You'll like him. I genuinely think you will."
Geoff begins to pack up.
"Any other questions, boy, or are we ready to proceed?"
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Post by Lukeade815 on Oct 20, 2016 4:01:19 GMT
> Follow old man who definitley in the future won't turn out to be your dad, no sireebob
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 20, 2016 21:04:25 GMT
Follow.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 29, 2016 20:24:09 GMT
> Follow.
The room you end up in is lit only by cracks in between the planks that make up the shed's thin walls. You've been here for what seems to be hours. Geoff begins to fidget quietly to himself.
"Come on, you fool, come on..."
The shed wall opposite you bows outward as Geoff leans on it.
"Absolutely despicable. He was supposed to be here an hour ago. Where could he be?" Geoff's brow furrows. "Well, that's it. I'm not waiting for him any longer. I'm going to go out to Williamsburg and get myself a hot bath and a drink, and when I do find that wretched dolt, I'm going to slap him upside the head, see if I don't. Let's go. That old bugger can go bugger himself, as far as I'm concerned."
Geoff storms out of the rickety shed, dragging you behind him.
"I'm going into Williamsburg to sleep at the inn. You, well, you were supposed to sleep at my, hah, friend's house for the night, but since he never showed up, you'll just have to make your own arrangements, I suppose! Go sleep in a garbage pile, or somesuch! At least the rot will keep you warm! Hah!"
Geoff storms out towards the town's lights.
You are in a field. A shed is behind you. Williamsburg is to the north.
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