Another Slave

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Blinks as he sees new Posters. He turns his head to Erin, whom he saved and is standing next to him perfectly fine. As it turns out the entire thing was a Scam, a trap to get money out of people. He begins to spread this word around Abresi, and remove any poster he finds.

[Aagaron 124]

Aep smiles as he watches the men tear up the posters.

He readies his pocket sand for a slaver hunt.

[SortedJarhead 817]

Armas sighs, entirely not dead. " This os why you never trust a Brae. "

[Botar 39]

The old doctor reads the notice and mumbles under his breath "God damnit."

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

A note is left onto one of the posters being stuck there by a tanto dagger

 

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my Horse Breeder go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."

A poster is left below the note

 

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

A note is left onto one of the posters being stuck there by a tanto dagger

 

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my Horse Breeder go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."

A poster is left below the note

 

 

Kaelys sighs, walking over to Kais next time he sees him.

 

"Kais, Kais. It was a scam. She was scamming people with Armas. And I saved her, then beat the **** out of Armas. It's fine. Relax. Calm the **** down."

[SteelMarshall 190]

Kellerman Hadwin had heard of the newest addition to the slave trade; there was not much that he didn't hear about. Yet the faintest look of surprise replaced his usual and unyielding glare as he skimmed over a pamphlet that bore the name of Charles Napier. A wry grin tugged at his thin lips, though it did not reach his cold eyes.

 

"A counter-offer for the capture of the slaver? Yet the reward is less than the value of the slave... Strange. Seems like too much effort to try and abduct the abductor, when one could simply buy the slave and make her work to pay off the dividend."

 

Kellerman then shrugs and walks away, the pamphlet discarded into the dirty back alley he had been standing in.

[Raktar 140]

A note is left under the poster, "Mi WuB BAI iD Ib BuWL Pai LaRT en KOOkiEZ Am LAat KNA HAb JERb AT MI ZTORE JAAJAJAJRAJJA-"

The rest of the note has been ripped off

[Tsuyose 3285]

A soft sigh escapes the man's lips, the man who stood, adorned in set of dark robbing. He slowly elevated his right arm, his fingers curling around the edges of the parchment, slowly tearing it from where it was once pinned. "Is this boy an idiot?" He shakes his head lightly, before glancing back and over his shoulder. "I'll prepare my raiding parties for him, then. I'll have this boy executed for good." He snickers, before turning upon the heel of his sole, making his way back to Malinor.

[Demotheus 651]

Daniella (girl in my profile picture) stands there, reading the poster with a smirk. "Isn't this...oh yeah...yeah...

 

She writes 1600 Minas.I will give her a home. And by give her a home, I mean get her away from you before her boyfriend spears you with an icicle. No one needs to see that. ~Daniella Calin~"

 

She grins. Then adds. "But, I will need to see her before I pay you. Any funny business and I'll shoot you myself. If this is indeed a scam, that is.~"

 

She turns around and jumps as a tall dark elf stares down at her with blood red eyes. He mutters, "*****." To her and she rolls her eyes. She responds, "You're just mad that you don't have the minas to get over my bid! No slave for you~" She looks him up and down and smirks. "But damn don't you clean up well, hm?" She licks her lips slowly and walks off, letting the dark elf Theus stand there and stew in his disappointment and now lust. "Damn it..." He mutters, reading her bid again before turning and walking off with a huff. "I'm always late to these things!"

[Shadeleaf 1022]

Arzota blinks a few times, unsure if she is still captive or not he tugs upon his gloves, ensuring their fit before immediately soul stoning to cloud temple. Many things would be burnt that day, Erin or no Erin, he had been crossed... And for once he was mad.

((angry fire mage, oh boy ima need a lot of ooc permission for this.))

[SortedJarhead 817]

Armas huddles up in bed and cries. He has a lot of explaining to do.

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

"Damn, ah needed ah comcubine.." Bael cries.

[Proddy 2415]

Lancel looks at the poster, grinning as he strokes his chin. "Eh... I recognise the face..." he says to himself, his smirk growing wider when he remembers she's the one who cussed him out that time he accidentally shot David. "***** had what was coming to her" he says to himself, turning to head off.

[iris1612 1780]

A note is left onto one of the posters being stuck there by a tanto dagger

 

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my Horse Breeder go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."

A poster is left below the note

 

 

Nathanael Cyrus Rovyk stares at the poster, peering at it closely  He then looks around to make sure nobody is watching, and carefully removes the Tanto knife and the poster, stowing them away in a pocket of his coat.