That Guy
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Posted: Wed, Dec 21 2016, 15:41 PM |
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Joined: 13 Nov 2014
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Nearly every day for some time, a goldkin has flown in, and walked the roads south of Wharftown. She carries in her hand a sword that hums with otherworldly energy, and bears a look of determination no one would deny. Any brigands unwise enough to cross her path are cut down, with no hesitation, and no mercy. All but one, each time. Each time she patrols, she leaves one alive, one to deliver a message.
"Cynthia's time here is over. Tell her to pack her bags, and leave Amia, or she will face the same fate as her thugs."
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MazeOfThorns
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Posted: Wed, Dec 21 2016, 17:18 PM |
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Joined: 17 Dec 2013 Location: Just arrived from Korriban by Fury class Imperial Interceptor
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Sometimes the virtuous Knight Captain might find that the brigands are already taking dirt naps. The method seems to be via blade and dagger along with scorched, smoking bodies and ground. The odd archer is left to do whatever archers who are the only ones left alive tend to do.
In any case, the heavy boot prints of whoever was taking the battle to the brigands can be tracked back to Wharftown. Directly to the Slanty Shanty as a matter of fact.
// It was brought to my attention that I was speaking for NPC's so I've edited. Sorry about that Amians, my bad!
_________________ 2015 Mr. AMIA with the Fabulous Estara ~ 2015 Best Developed SOB Character: Rith'tar
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That Guy
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Posted: Thu, Dec 22 2016, 21:44 PM |
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Joined: 13 Nov 2014
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The following day the Goldkin again charges through the area in a flurry of steel, gold, wings and fire. She again leaves one brigand alive with a message...
"Tell that bitch her time is up. It's time to go."
She then leaves the area, heading toward Kohlingen.
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