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[IC] Haven Help Us!
« on: August 20, 2012, 07:51:46 AM »
This thread is for in character discussion for the 'Haven Help Us!" D&D PbP game.  Dice rolls and purely game rule discussion will go into the companion OoC thread. Characters can be posted there or in the original Recruitment thread.

Detailed information about the setting is found in stickied links in the first recruitment post, with the main sticky in the Design&Discussion forum.
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« Reply #1 on: August 20, 2012, 08:06:21 AM »
Xanth:

At long last, after weeks on the Great River Erd your barge has pulled into the Free City of Paravail. Only days ago you saw your first mountains, followed shortly by your first bandits, as the fierce Keks tribesmen of the mountains attempted to steal the precious cargo you had been hired to guard.

Now, here in the city you see new mountains, great pyramids of dun colored stone built right into the great walls of the city, as if these strange southerners were not simply content to move to the edge of the water, but they had to bring the mountains with them!  

And so many people! Everywhere you look you see masses of people, all shapes and sizes, burly orcish men with great wooden plaques hanging from their necks as they carry vast timbers to the ship yards, the squat forms of what must be dwarves hustling about.  The city is so full that even as you step upon the docks for the very first time you can't help but notice that there seems to be an entire second city crammed beneath them!

The Caravan master, a burly northruner who had long ago moved to the Savannahs, his pale skin burnt ruddy from the hot sun, hands you the last of your pay before turning away with a taciturn grunt.
For you the day you found a minor error in a Post by Spike and forced him to admit it, it was the greatest day of your internet life.  For me it was... Tuesday.

For the curious: Apparently, in person, I sound exactly like the Youtube Character The Nostalgia Critic.   I have no words.

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