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    Recard, through word of mouth, had news relayed to him of the Duke's death. He bit his tongue, and stepped outside of his new guild hall offered by Zygmunt only a few weeks prior. A question of leadership was left unsaid, but felt still in his bones... For who was to lead them all now?
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    Recard looked at the announcement and began to connect the pieces together. "This is the woman that watched as I was kidnapped? I hope she treats her employees better than she does her neighbors."
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    Recard read the charter in it's entirety, and began to edit, correct, and null aspects as necessary.
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    Recard ventured near and far, handing out invitations to all who would take it. From Petra to Alba to as far east as Caroust did he scour for interesting people and potential drama-queens to be present at his lords prestigious event.
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    John Jenkins heard the messages words through the grapevine, and looked at his neighbors house, now empty. He remembered their conversation only a night prior. He tried his best to take care of Onion's garden, and kept her home free of rats. All the while he wondered what his own place was in this ever growing war, and his own struggles between the people who took him in when nobody else would and the cause he felt in his heart was right.
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    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "I'm just a simple guy, living his simple life. I came here for work, but I guess my reputation precedes me." John didn't necessarily like that fact. He sat down on the cushion and thought of how to tell his story. "I'd prefer if I didn't get into the details of why I'm here but... I'm from a family of hard working carpenters: My city was always thankful for their work, which helped keep the wooden walls in check and kept a roof over everyone's heads. But my father got old and tripped and fell, and apparently he had gambling debts that took the business me and him both ran. I decided to head out on my own with my skills, trying to make my way in the world as a freelance carpenter. So that being said... Got any leaky roofs that need fixing?" He stood there with bated breath and hoped that the old hag took his words at face value. A small bead of sweat dripped down his cheek, but it was probably just the humidity of the swamp town. Probably.
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