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Rockstar · 04-09-2007, 10:42 PM

CHAPTER 2
ACT III
Nashkell, A Town With Troubles. Part I

Merick entered the town over a small bridge. Although it was nightiime, he could see that this town was much smaller, simpler and more primitive than beregost. There were more individual houses with straw roves as opposed to large buildings with individual rooms, like Beregost. “A simple town of pathetic fools and peasants.” Merick muttered to himself. This town only really served as a base for weapons and food for the nearby mine site and was a place for miners to go and share an ale. The town’s population, despite the huge mine nearby, was still very small as most miners at the actual mines but the town was renoun for having a well trained and organised soldier barracks. Merick’s wounded shoulder was pestering him and he was now hungry and in need of an ale.

Merick followed the signs and went to the only inn in Nashkel. On his way there an odd looking man in his mid twenties came up to Merick and introduced himself as Noober. Merick did not reply. Without being asked any questions, Noober started filling Merick in with how nobody likes him, his interests, life in general and what he thinks of the townsfolk. After five minutes of being followed, Merick could not take this any more. He asked Noober to follow him around the back of the bar, where nobody could see. Merick saw a dagger on Noober’s belt. Merick told Noober to take out his dagger then hold the blade towards his heart. “Now kill yourself.” Smiled Merick evilly. Noober began to cry and plead to Merick. After a minute of two or persuasion, Merick realised that Noober would not do it so he struck the handle of the dagger with his open palm and sent the blade straight into Noober’s heart. Merick walked around and into the bar laughing to himself, “It’s not my fault the dear boy killed himself because nobody liked him.”

Merick entered the bar. The moment he walked in a rather well built women’s eyes and mouth widened at first glace. Merick sat down at the bar, next to the roaring fire, and ordered a plate of chicken and some fine ale. The women came and sat next to him with a friendly hello. Merick said hello back in a sleazy dwarven accent. “Is your name Merick per chance.” Asked the women sweetly. Merick replied with a smile. “If it was, you weren’t planning on running that there dagger through me were ye?” The women’s eyes widened. In an almost instant series of actions, Merick swiped the dagger out of the women’s hand (that she had subtly kept out of Merick’s view) and run it upward into the underneath of her jaw. The women twitched a moment and Merick subtley took her purse off her before she slumped off her stool dead. Merick looked in the purse and saw a piece of paper. Another bounty from an anonymous sender! This time at 680 gold. “I’ve appreciated in value.” Merick laughed to himself before scrunching it up and tossing it in the fireplace.

A well built soldier in red and grey armor, a Nashkel Guard, was having a quiet ale on the other side of the room and quickly ran up to Merick. “What in the name of the gods have you done?!” Demanded the soldier. Merick was clearly already a wanted man and had to chose his enemies wisely for now. “I was attacked and defended myself against this foolish tart.” The soldier seemed to believe Merick. “Alright, but I’ll need you to come back to the barracks and fill out a report.” Merick rudely snapped. “I have not the time for petty paperwork!” The soldier threw his hands in the air in a stress. “Why this town! Why raise my family in this town? Our mines are going barren, there is a bounty on our captain’s head.” The word pricked Merick’s ears as he interrupted, “Bounty you say?” The soldier nodded his head biting his lip obviously confusing Merick’s greed with concern. “About three weeks ago Captain Brage, head of our barracks for many years, just completely changed. He was a holy man, loved his wife and child and protected the townsfolk until one day he just… snapped. There’s rumors that the stress from the iron shortage caused him to stress out... He killed some of his own townsfolk... Also heard a bizzare rumor that his wife may have been disloyal or somethin’ because he killed her! He murdered his own wife and child!” Merick looked at the ceiling pondering on what the man was saying and asked. “Where is your Captain now?” The soldier replied. “Well, he was seen fleeing the murder seen and heading into the forests west of here.” “anything else?” Merick enquired impatiently. “Uh, yes.. actually. I knew the Captain personally and … he could never do something like this? He changed when he got a new sword. It is large and ancient looking and-“ Merick stood up and walked upstairs to a room before the man could finish.

[ 04-09-2007, 11:12 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]

04-09-2007, 10:42 PM	#12
Rockstar Zhentarim Guard Join Date: January 4, 2003 Location: Australia Posts: 300	CHAPTER 2 ACT III Nashkell, A Town With Troubles. Part I Merick entered the town over a small bridge. Although it was nightiime, he could see that this town was much smaller, simpler and more primitive than beregost. There were more individual houses with straw roves as opposed to large buildings with individual rooms, like Beregost. “A simple town of pathetic fools and peasants.” Merick muttered to himself. This town only really served as a base for weapons and food for the nearby mine site and was a place for miners to go and share an ale. The town’s population, despite the huge mine nearby, was still very small as most miners at the actual mines but the town was renoun for having a well trained and organised soldier barracks. Merick’s wounded shoulder was pestering him and he was now hungry and in need of an ale. Merick followed the signs and went to the only inn in Nashkel. On his way there an odd looking man in his mid twenties came up to Merick and introduced himself as Noober. Merick did not reply. Without being asked any questions, Noober started filling Merick in with how nobody likes him, his interests, life in general and what he thinks of the townsfolk. After five minutes of being followed, Merick could not take this any more. He asked Noober to follow him around the back of the bar, where nobody could see. Merick saw a dagger on Noober’s belt. Merick told Noober to take out his dagger then hold the blade towards his heart. “Now kill yourself.” Smiled Merick evilly. Noober began to cry and plead to Merick. After a minute of two or persuasion, Merick realised that Noober would not do it so he struck the handle of the dagger with his open palm and sent the blade straight into Noober’s heart. Merick walked around and into the bar laughing to himself, “It’s not my fault the dear boy killed himself because nobody liked him.” Merick entered the bar. The moment he walked in a rather well built women’s eyes and mouth widened at first glace. Merick sat down at the bar, next to the roaring fire, and ordered a plate of chicken and some fine ale. The women came and sat next to him with a friendly hello. Merick said hello back in a sleazy dwarven accent. “Is your name Merick per chance.” Asked the women sweetly. Merick replied with a smile. “If it was, you weren’t planning on running that there dagger through me were ye?” The women’s eyes widened. In an almost instant series of actions, Merick swiped the dagger out of the women’s hand (that she had subtly kept out of Merick’s view) and run it upward into the underneath of her jaw. The women twitched a moment and Merick subtley took her purse off her before she slumped off her stool dead. Merick looked in the purse and saw a piece of paper. Another bounty from an anonymous sender! This time at 680 gold. “I’ve appreciated in value.” Merick laughed to himself before scrunching it up and tossing it in the fireplace. A well built soldier in red and grey armor, a Nashkel Guard, was having a quiet ale on the other side of the room and quickly ran up to Merick. “What in the name of the gods have you done?!” Demanded the soldier. Merick was clearly already a wanted man and had to chose his enemies wisely for now. “I was attacked and defended myself against this foolish tart.” The soldier seemed to believe Merick. “Alright, but I’ll need you to come back to the barracks and fill out a report.” Merick rudely snapped. “I have not the time for petty paperwork!” The soldier threw his hands in the air in a stress. “Why this town! Why raise my family in this town? Our mines are going barren, there is a bounty on our captain’s head.” The word pricked Merick’s ears as he interrupted, “Bounty you say?” The soldier nodded his head biting his lip obviously confusing Merick’s greed with concern. “About three weeks ago Captain Brage, head of our barracks for many years, just completely changed. He was a holy man, loved his wife and child and protected the townsfolk until one day he just… snapped. There’s rumors that the stress from the iron shortage caused him to stress out... He killed some of his own townsfolk... Also heard a bizzare rumor that his wife may have been disloyal or somethin’ because he killed her! He murdered his own wife and child!” Merick looked at the ceiling pondering on what the man was saying and asked. “Where is your Captain now?” The soldier replied. “Well, he was seen fleeing the murder seen and heading into the forests west of here.” “anything else?” Merick enquired impatiently. “Uh, yes.. actually. I knew the Captain personally and … he could never do something like this? He changed when he got a new sword. It is large and ancient looking and-“ Merick stood up and walked upstairs to a room before the man could finish. [ 04-09-2007, 11:12 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]