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The Novellen Auction

[!] A Flier would be hung on a post board

The current owners who hold the rights to run the tavern are wishing to auction it off to a new owner who can bring in new life and new drinks to all of providence! Sir Leopold Draskovic-Kovachev and Baron Varon Draskovic are looking to start the auction immediately! The bidding will start at 2,500 mina the bidding will close Monday at 12pm EST

 

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De would skim over the flier, letting out a hoarse, raspy laugh - before reading the price tag. "2,500 minas? You've got to be kidding me!" He'd shout, drawing the attention of some passing city folk.

When they'd turned, De scratched out the first three digits of the poster, leaving only a '0'. "Now, that's more like it!" he'd cry out.

 

"One Mina."

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RP NAME: Cpt. Dame Viktoriya deNurem T.
IGN: TreeSmoothie 
Amount: 2,502
Discord: tree#2018

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4 hours ago, TreeSmoothie said:

RP NAME: Cpt. Dame Viktoriya deNurem T.
IGN: TreeSmoothie 
Amount: 2,502
Discord: tree#2018

 

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"... 'e bought?"

 

"2,700."

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4 hours ago, monkeypoacher said:

 

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"... 'e bought?"

 

"2,700."

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POP POP POP! Overnight, Harren's gun lore was accepted. Assassins show up and assassinate Monkey.

 "OH? 2,701."

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1 hour ago, TreeSmoothie said:
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POP POP POP! Overnight, Harren's gun lore was accepted. Assassins show up and assassinate Monkey.

 "OH? 2,701."

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Dr. Bogdanov is sitting in a pleasantly shaded terrace as his assassins approach. It is the sixth hour of the morning, and pale early sunlight blankets the neat little rows of his garden. He speaks only two words as two draw upon him, an unsettling click escaping one of the newfangled flintlock mechanisms.

 

"DeNurem house. Hack eet. Wet ze powder."

 

Igor lifts his cup of hot Elvenessi chai as gendarmes wrestle two young men to the ground - it is the perfect temperature.

 

"2,702."

 

 

 

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