They got the carriage to the city of Flintridge but they'd be doing the rest on foot. Lucky that Flintridge is such a large but compact city. They'd probably get information quite nicely.
Flintridge. What can you say about it? The outskirts of the southern half look into a large canyon. Red rocks, so probably not the city's namesake. The city sprawls over two miles, mostly made of a lower level of stone and an upper level of wood. A large clocktower dominates the center of the city. The rest of the capitol seems to radiate out from there until it hits a natural boundary. Like a cliff.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
"Okay, just keep it low profile. Walls have ears. So do all the patrons. After this, we should go and scout the terrain a little."
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Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
Davion waits a few seconds before following a few meters back.
Yes, you can't be too careful.
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Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
The town was, simply put, huge. Around the edge were several carriage depots as well as a single spot where there was a train. The costs seemed astronomical for the latter.
Near the train, which is just about where they were put down, was a large town square. A smaller replica of the clock tower was there, as were several domestic shops and a single tavern.
Davion nodded but remained silent as his mind was busy taking in the scene before him and searching for potential dangers and threats. Afterwards, he sat down in chair with a clear view of the tavern and with easy access to the door, watching Bhuvan order the drinks.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
Davion waited patiently for the drinks and kept an eye on the door.
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Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
The bartender continues to look at her critically before, "There's a slum on the western end of town. Small, and the police are working on cleaning it up. He's supposedly hiding there."
Davion waited for the drinks and watched the conversation, stiffling a yawn, he went up to Bhuvan and tapped him on the shoulder.
"How's things going? If you are not going to need me any time soon, I'm going out for a walk."
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Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
Yeah well, it was getting boring. Besides, the rest of the Colo is dead, so nothing much to do. Posting in practically any one of the threads is arguably Necroing by now.
Davion takes a sip of his drink and leaned against the bar, looking around to see if anyone was trying to eaves drop.
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Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
You gotta actually do something to get somewhere. In any case, I'll be posting a new quest in the Colo main, plus opening up signups in older quests that got abandoned.
The 'tender shakes his head, "He mostly works with himself. Possibly one or two at his back."
Davion takes on last look at the bartender before following Bhuvan out onto the streets. Keeping pace with Bhuvan, Davion spoke in a quiet voice.
"Right, and here's my proposal. We walk in, kill the bandit, walk out. Well, not exactly walk, more like sneaking in in the middle of the night. If he has cronies, then we watch and evaluate the situation first, if not, then we take his head for the bounty. Coup-de-Grace."
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Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
There was no one following them. Either they hadn't drawn attention, or there just wasn't anyone -to- follow them. Outside things were going on as normal, tending towards evening. They could see the general direction of the slums, though it'd be about an hour's walk.
Davion and Bhuvan walked towards the slums, and waited for night fall.
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Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
At night the flames in the lanterns came up, but the shadows highly outnumbered the lit sections. The slums were simply small shacks built up on one another. A shacktown.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
Remember, Sylver, don't make statements like that unless I say them. For all you know, the place couldn't care if you're there are not. Until I say otherwise.
Also, you can probably easily find a way onto the roofs, if your characters look.
It doesn't look like a friendly place. People walking to and fro, giving scowling looks at the two before scurrying into dark corners.
Flintridge. What can you say about it? The outskirts of the southern half look into a large canyon. Red rocks, so probably not the city's namesake. The city sprawls over two miles, mostly made of a lower level of stone and an upper level of wood. A large clocktower dominates the center of the city. The rest of the capitol seems to radiate out from there until it hits a natural boundary. Like a cliff.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Right. Checking out the local tavern. Sounds really familiar. Still, I've heard worse plans. Let's try to stay inconspicuous."
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
"Okay, just keep it low profile. Walls have ears. So do all the patrons. After this, we should go and scout the terrain a little."
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
Yes, you can't be too careful.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
Near the train, which is just about where they were put down, was a large town square. A smaller replica of the clock tower was there, as were several domestic shops and a single tavern.
My helpdesk should you need me.
OOC: Please tell us what I see Nai.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
The bartender makes a face at her for a moment. "What's your intentions?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
The bartender looks skeptic. "Why?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"How's things going? If you are not going to need me any time soon, I'm going out for a walk."
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
The bartender nods at him. "Quite a few. Enough to put out a bounty on him."
My helpdesk should you need me.
Davion takes a sip of his drink and leaned against the bar, looking around to see if anyone was trying to eaves drop.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
The 'tender shakes his head, "He mostly works with himself. Possibly one or two at his back."
My helpdesk should you need me.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"Right, and here's my proposal. We walk in, kill the bandit, walk out. Well, not exactly walk, more like sneaking in in the middle of the night. If he has cronies, then we watch and evaluate the situation first, if not, then we take his head for the bounty. Coup-de-Grace."
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Whenever anyone wants others to do their work they call upon their Altruism.
'Never mind your own needs,' they say, 'Think of the needs of... of whoever. Of the state. Of the poor. Of the Army, of the King. Of God.'
The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words 'Think of yourself?'
It's the king and country crowd who light the torch of destruction.
Also, you can probably easily find a way onto the roofs, if your characters look.
It doesn't look like a friendly place. People walking to and fro, giving scowling looks at the two before scurrying into dark corners.
My helpdesk should you need me.