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The Talon's Port - Orenian Boat Race

Year 12 of the Second Era

 

[!] Flyers are posted throughout both Talon's Port and Oren on an upcoming event between the two cities.

 

"On the 5th Month of the 12th Year of the Second Era, there will be race held between the city of Talon's Port and the city of Providence! Invitations are extended to any person who wishes to compete! Competitors will race along the coast in rowing boats, making it their goal to reach Providence before the other competitors. The competition will start at the Talon's Port docks, and will end beneath the bridge leading to Providence! Whichever rower reaches the Providence bridge first will earn a prize of 500 minas! The event will begin later in the day!"

 

[!] There is a map provided on the flyer that details the route of the race!

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OOC Details:

Event Time: Monday, February 22nd at 7pm EST.

Players will be racing mechanically in boats.

 

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"I am very excited to host this event with our friends in Talon's Port. This will be a great competition that will test the sailors of Almaris beyond normal ability. We look forward to all the festivities and spreading the spirit of competition!" 

 

Mayor Alphonse Sylvester Halcourt

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 Aeline read over the flyer, chuckling slightly to herself  "this looks like a whole lot of fun actually, wonder who is going to win /all/ that mina" 

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The General will prepare his own boat by painting on racecar stripes on the boat, grinning as he prepared to the win the Grand Prize.

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Chubb spat into his palms and rubbed his caloused hands together as he preparred to launch out the ol' beauty he called.. 'Beauty', into the River Reden in preparation for the race. He jumped into the tattered canvas and tar skinned boat and then, while whistling an old tune, rowed away into the blanket of morning fog.

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Ripplewick skim reads the flyer. 

 

'Boat race, rowing, very good... f-five hundred minas!?'

 

                                                                   ***

 

An hour later and he's standing upon the edge of the Talon's Port docks, looking down upon his seaweedy old rowboat. It was cold, and his ears were aching.

 

'I've rowed to Elvenesse and back, in this thing,' he thunk to himself. 'Now it'll be my ticket to riches.'

 

He leapt down into the rowboat, impacting with a 'K'bonk!'. Immediately, the vessel began to drift away, but far worse, it also started to sink.

 

With the dock too far gone to save himself, Ripplewick stared at the huge hole he'd been too lazy to fix, helpless as he and the boat sank diagonally a few feet away from the dock, looking like a defiant castaway atop a melting iceberg. 

 

Once the soggy wizard had pulled himself onto land again, and finished his shivering and self pity, he thought that all in all things had gone as well as they usually do.

 

He marks the date in his dripping pocketbook.

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