Filthy Peasant

*As "The Wolf" looks over the note, he growls lowly and balls his hand into a fist, a look of pity in his eyes. After a few moments, he calms himself and writes a reply. He whistles, watching a snow owl land on his arm, he ties the note to the owl's leg and sends it off* "Five hundred and fifty, as well as some gold and iron. Potentially one thousand minas. Five hundred and fifty is certain, but as for the rest, if I don't have it when the time comes, I have confidence that I can give over 600 minas, in the form of items." Signed, "The Wolf"

*Looks back at the Elf, groaning in annoyance, he finally storms off, dropping all thoughts of a deal*

*Tilts his head to the left slightly, staring blankly at the other buyer* "Ah'm not un t'e break me promises. An' fer ah man t'at truleh wants profit, why shud 'e no' wait, t'e claim ah larger prize? Ye cannae be soft when it comes t'e bein' ah merchant, ye take t'e best profit ye can, why shud ah man settle fer ah small prize, when ah larger un waits un th' bluudeh horizon?"

*The tall hooded man smiles pleasantly under his mask, quickly giving his response* "Nae aneh longer t'en an Elven day, ah fink, suh long as ye be readeh fer th' exchange, when th' toime comes. An', try t'e remember me wurds, ah tried haste, ah nearleh ended up dead frum starvation, ah tuuk it slow aftur ah few years, an' nuw ah live as ah want t'e."

*Sighs lightly, folding his hands behind his back* "Stubborn, foolish, e'en. Thing is, lad, ah dun't 'ave th' minas wif me, bu' ah'm offerin' more t'en oor friend 'ere. An' ah'd be more t'en 'appy t'e give ah bonus, fer ah bargain well-struck. Yer choice, my advoice, choose t'e more profitable outcome, et takes time, sure, bu' tha's 'ow ye end up swimmin' in wealth, haste'll put ye in ah bluudeh sewer."

*The hooded man chuckles, slightly muffled by his iron mask* "Yer no' easy t'e fool, lad. Ah'll give ye tha' much. 'Ow does 400 minas sound, if ye be willin' t'e wait an Elven day er suh t'e git it, t'at is, per'aps ah'll git t'e minas suuner t'en t'at, unsure." *He glances over at the other buyer, grinning under his mask, his red eyes showing brightly*

*The hooded man glares at the newcomer, a low growl resonating from him, he turns tears his gaze from the woman and back to the slave trader* "Dree 'undress is ah sodding joke compared tu wot one can gain frum sellin' items, lad. Ah bargain, aftur all, can 'ave thousands 'f outcomes. Ah 'ave confidence t'at ah can offer ah noice amount 'f things... Per'aps e'en sum foine property..."

*The hooded man frowns slightly under his mask, he quickly gives a response* "Aye, aye. Ah imagine 'e is quite guud, lad. Ye know wot's worth more t'en minas? Valuables, lad. Whu can say fer sure wot ye git frum sellin' 'em? Ah'm sure there's sum poor sod luukin' fer iron roight nuw! It beh rare t'ese days, aftur all. An' gold be e'en more rare. Think 'f 'ow much more ye'll git wif items, rat'er den twu 'undred minas."

*A tall, masked man in black, hooded robes can be seen, sitting on a barrel. The man looks up, seeing the slave trader. He frowns slightly under his mask, a look of pity in his bright red eyes, he then calls out to the slave trader* "Oi, ye! 'Ow does ah bit 'f iron, fifteen minas, sum gold, an' per'aps ah few ot'er valuables sound tu ye?"

*Chuckles lightly as he looks over the wizard's reply, he whistles, watching a snow owl fly over to him, the owl lands on his arm. "The Wolf" ties his reply to one of the owl's legs and sends it off* "I understand entirely, 'tis wise to consider one's actions. I might suggest that we meet at some time, preferably soon, and we may further discuss my offer. Your reply mentioned Hamaasadeen Isle, no? As I recall, that is near Kastoria, and I happen to live in Kastoria. I look forward to meeting you, provided you grant me the opportunity." Signed, "The Wolf" ((My MC name is Whisperedshadows, if you wish to message me in-game.))

*A tall, hooded man in black robes sees the note, he raises an eyebrow and rubs his chin in thought. After a few moments, he nods and posts a reply* "A wizard, eh? Well, that's certainly interesting... And rare. If you don't mind Dwarves and don't have any problem with taking an oath, I might suggest contacting me... Food and housing will be provided." Signed, "The Wolf

Sounds interesting, so I suppose I'd be interested. My char is an Orcish healer / soldier, but lives among Elves, Humans, and Dwarves. Send me a PM if you'd like to know more, or message me in-game. My MC name is Whisperedshadows.

Name: Naffog Hennington Place an X besides the name of the candidate you wish to vote for: -Thorin Grandaxe X -Dreek Stormhammer -Davern Frostbeard

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*A tall, hooded man in black, blood-stained and tattered robes yelps as the note makes impact with his face, he looks it over and grins, posting his reply on a nearby tree, the ink that he uses is a dark red color, nearly black* "You seem like an interesting person, I must say... If you don't mind Dwarves, I can offer something that one may consider to be a worthy end. If you wish to die with a blade in your hand, with your enemies broken and bloodied at your feet, you only need to contact me... I look forward to meeting you." Signed, "The Wolf" ((My MC name is Whisperedshadows.)) *He nods at his reply, walking away at a slow pace*

*A slight frown forms under Naffog's mask, though he nods* "Mi du 'ave zum un, dat zum un be mi. Mi live un ah Dwurven moontain, currentleh... Lat vill git ah room, fuud, agh per'aps lessonz un swordplay, medicine, reading, writing, among uder tingz... Provided lat 'as ah desire tu learn. Dere be 'round ten people living un dat moontain az ub nuw, zum ub da bettur people mi hab known in mi life. Bu', anehvay... Dat be mi offer, lat vill be accepted az un ub our own." *He lifts himself to his feet, grunting and offering his large hand to the child. The frown that had been under the mask a moment before quickly changes to a smile*

*A tall hooded man wearing an iron mask and black, blood-stained robes walks past the child, stopping at the sound of crying. He turns back, taking notice of Sunny, he kneels in front of her, a slight smile under his mask. The masked man tilts his head to the left before speaking* "Mi dun't know whether mi shud pity lat, er admire lat... Den again, mi dub know lat, suh mi can nub say wub mi current feelingz shud be... Either way, lat strikes mi az da type in need ub ah 'ome agh per'aps ah proper famuly, mi cud be entirely wrong, ub courze... Jus' ah feeling." *Awaits the child's answer, his red eyes show brightly in the sunlight, though hidden under the mask, small markings that have been carved into the mask become visible as he turns his head slightly to the left* ((The MC name is Whisperedshadows))

*A tall, hooded and masked man in blood-stained black robes jumps slightly, seeing the fist explode through the door, breaking it from it's hinges. He raises an eyebrow slightly, stepping silently into the home. The robed man notices someone laying on a bed inside, assuming this is the person that caused the door to fall from it's hinges. He sighs lightly, reaching into his satchel and withdrawing a small bottle of black ink, a quill, and a bit of aged parchment, using these items he leaves a note at the bedside and quietly makes his way out of the home* "Breaking doors, using only our hands, are we? I must say, I'm impressed. But, I can't help but wonder, if those are the actions of a troubled soul. The day ever comes that you'd like to use that strength for more than murdering innocent doors, seek me out." Signed, "The Wolf" ((My MC name is Whisperedshadows.))

*A tall man in black, tattered and bloodstained robes steps up to the note, he sighs sadly upon reading it. He reaches into his satchel, withdrawing an aged, yellowed scrap of paper and posting a reply* "And what is the point behind these, words, I wonder... Why place your life and mind on paper? If ignorant bastards hate you for what you are, let them live and die by their ignorance. You have not only curses, but blessings, no? Seek company that does not care what race you were born into, and perhaps you will find peace... Relative peace, anyway. If you seek such company, it may be wise to contact me. If not, well, good luck to you." Signed, "The Wolf" *The man nods at his reply, walking away, his robes trailing behind him*

*A tall man wearing an iron mask and black, tattered robes steps up to the (( I presume )) note, grunting after reading it. He unties a small vial of dark ink from his belt and reaches into his robes, withdrawing a quill. The masked man posts a reply in neat handwriting, nodding before walking off, humming lightly and unsheathing a slender dagger, flipping it a few times in his clawed gauntlet* "After reading over your note, I've come to the conclusion that I may have use for a man of your talents. If you don't mind Dwarves and hold some honor, that is. I am part of a guild serving under the Dwarves, and, well, we're recruiting. Shelter, food, and when necessary, items will be provided to you. Serve us, and we shall serve you. An oath will be required, if you take up the offer and join our ranks." Signed, "The Wolf" (( My MC name is Whisperedshadows, if you wish to message me in-game for questions and all that. ))

*The robed man reads the note, letting out a loud laugh as he reads the bits about half bloods, he scribbles down another reply, chuckling as he walks away* "I serve under a half blood, I would die for the man. I've no problems with half bloods, and we take care of our own, regardless of race. I look forward to meeting you, I shall send you a bird soon." Signed, "The Wolf"

*A tall man in black, tattered robes stained with a bit of dark blood steps up to the note. He quickly reads it over, grunting. The man reaches into his satchel, sighing as he takes a piece of torn, aged parchment from his satchel. He sets the note beside the Elf's note, writing a reply in neat handwriting* "You're not very detailed when it comes to these things, are you...? Still, even with the slight lack of detail in your words, I can offer a place in a guild, but I can't make any promises that you'll be accepted. Food and shelter will be given to you once we settle into Anthos. Of course, there is much to discuss if you accept the offer, we will meet up for that. The guild currently serves under the Dwarves, we mainly handle militaristic matters, though we don't only have warriors amongst us, come to think of it, we used to have a bard, and we still have a few farmers. Anyway, should you be interested, leave a reply. I'll find it soon enough." Signed, "The Wolf" *The robed man nods at his reply, he begins to walk off, unsheathing a long, thin dagger and flipping it a few times while humming a tune, his robes trailing behind him*

*A large figure clad in thick black robes approaches the note calmly, his hands folded behind his back and his robes trailing behind him. He looks over the note, grunting as he leaves a reply in neat handwriting on an aged piece of paper* "A man of many talents! Too damn rare these days. I can offer something, I don't have the proper amount of mina to pay you, however, I can give you shelter and items, once my... Family, settles into their new home. We take care of our own, and currently serve under the Dwarves, so long as you serve us, we shall serve you. Send me a bird, or a rat, or whatever you choose to use, should you wish to discuss my offer." - "The Wolf" *The robed figure nods at the note, walking off, humming a tune lightly* (( My MC name is whisperedshadows. ))

I'd be interested, my char currently doesn't have a wife, love is not exactly in his interests at the moment. So should you decide to take my offer it may be required that your char is either a bastard or adopted. Of course, there is much to discuss, PM me perhaps. My MC name is Whisperedshadows.

*Naffog nods to the King's words, grinning under his mask. He walks forward, his black robes trailing behind him. Naffog unsheathes his longsword, driving it into a crack in the stone floor. He looks up to the King, speaking calmly* "Mi wizh tu venture into da minez, lat alreadeh knowz wub mi plan, come da new landz. Mi vill need tu know ull mi can, agh dis vill probableh teach mi much. Very guud fer mi... Agh ub courze dere be da urge tu show Khorvad wub 'appens when zum un dares attack da Dwurves..." *Naffog nods once more, pulling his sword out of the stone floor and walking back to his former position*