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by waysoftheearth » Sat Mar 27, 2010 1:43 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
Caine, Mads, Anwyn, Victor, Rodrick, Dieter, Olaf, and Ulric, you are all at The Jolly Noose, a tavern overlooking the town square of Ket. Anwyn, you are wearing a hooded cloak, and keeping your Elvishness to yourself.
Play begins... now.
The Jolly Noose is busy with merchants, labourers, harlots and soldiery -- but for a moment there is a hush. Traders pause in mid-bargain, tankards hesitate halfway to lips, and barstaff stand statuesque as every eye strains to glimpse the spectacle. The front awnings hang open to reveal a press of onlookers in the town square without, all gawking up at the gallows in anticipation.
"Long live the King!" rasps the fat, scruffy Man on the brink in grim defiance, and scarcely a moment too soon!
With an audible crick, the trapdoor gives way beneath his feet. The crowd gasps as he plummets 6 feet and jerks hard against the noose about his neck. The crowd quickly devolves into hooting, squealing, jeering and crying out as the Man thrashes helplessly.
Across the square, at The Executioner's Axe, the well-to-do Goblin-kind seem to be enjoying the view overly much. Business is back in full swing even before the entertainment comes to its final close. At The Jolly Noose, the mood is more sombre.
"It's a grim business," several of the merchant Men are muttering to one another, and many of the soldiery seem to agree.
"Let's all keep a cool head," advices Dans the thick-limbed, bald-headed barkeep sternly, as the celebrations across the way grow ever more ribald...
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]