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The bartender looked at Rebecca then the coins on the counter. He put down the rag and leaned closer, “Sorry, we’re outta rooms.”
“WHAT?” she shrieked, knocking over a couple of chairs. Wanting no further discussion, she left the tavern in a hurry. “Wait!” the bartender called out as she closed the door, “I was just joking!” but Rebecca was too far to hear him. (LUL EPIK PHAIL)As she trolled through the busy evening marketplace, Rebecca took note of an old hag selling handcrafted arrowheads. The hag took notice of Rebecca’s stares and beckoned her to her. Rebecca looked around the marketplace shiftily and approached the woman.
“Looking for something m’dear?” the hag croaked. “Nothing in particularly, mind you, but I’ve taken a particular interest in what you have set out.” The woman reached out a long slender hand and picked up a granite arrowhead, “You have a fine taste, certainly not of this poor village, I presume?” Rebecca shook her head and picked up another arrowhead, turning it over in her palm. “I come from an archery village on the outskirts of VuTalia.”
The hag took the arrowhead from Rebecca’s palm, “Ah…I understand. You will find everything you need in a tavern called Golden Lizard. It’s located deeper in the kingdom. At the end of this street, find a man with a red curly beard in his 30’s selling horses. Only mention me, and you will receive a discount only the ones I choose will receive. -fingerpoint- (((lol sorry too lazy to describe)))” Rebecca looked to see where she pointed at, “Are you sure you know what you are talking about? I couldn’t possibley–” but the woman had disappeared.
Rebecca looked around astonished, searching for where the woman went to, but she was no where to be seen.
“Are you going to buy that or not? You’ve been looking at it for a long time now!” In front of her was a gruff man eying her suspiciously, “You’re not a thief are you? Shoo!”
Startled, Rebecca put down the arrow head and ran from the booth.((KK I got sleepy near the end of the post >_>)))
As Rebecca was following the young man, she noticed he had looked back and spotted her. Startled, she pretended to observe a creature that was perched on a pole, though she was truthfully watching the man out of the corner of her eye. When he entered a run-down tavern, she wrinkled her brow in disappointment.
“So he’s of no special position, eh?” She sighed and looked at the creature before her, then let out a yelp. Unknowingly, she had been in front of a bird of prey. Having a childhood fear of birds, Rebecca was shaken and found herself unable to move. The bird echoed a loud shriek and flapped it’s wings, taking flight towards Rebecca. The bird’s claws latched onto her leather pouch she had strapped to her belt, tearing it from the seam and flying off with it and everything contained in there. Rebecca attempted to whack the bird with her bow, but to no avail it escaped off into the horizon.
Frustrated, Rebecca kicked a stand post and ran into the tavern. She noted the man she was following was climbing the stairs of the tavern. She took a quick look at the bartender, then back at the man at the stairs. Calmed down, Rebecca walked up to the bartender, “How much for a night’s stay?”
“50 Gold.” he grunted. Rebecca stared at him in disbelief. The bartender put down the bottle he was polishing and pointed at the man at the stairs, “That young man gave me that same look. Sorry ma’am, but it’s either pay or find another place.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes, and reached to pull out 50 Gold. Her hand touched nothing. Shocked, she looked at her belt. “That cursed bird took my money!” she yelled aloud.
The bartender returned to polishing and muttered, “That’s what they all say.”Angry beyond words, Rebecca turned around to see the man was still climbing the stairs at an incredibly slow rate, almost as if he was listening to their conversation. She shook her head in disbelief and turned back to the bartender. “Let me work here as a barsmaid.” The bartender automatically replied, “You make the cut, but we ain’t hiring at the time.”
Rebecca cursed under her breath and looked out the dusty tavern window. A middle-aged man was hanging a sign on the window of a pawn shop, shaking his head sadly. Rebecca immediately ran out and called to the man, “Are you the owner of the pawn shop?”
Turning to face her, he pointed to the sign he had just hung that read, “Closed for good.” Desperate, Rebecca pleaded, “Please, sir, I am in need of money right now.”
“Sorry ma’am, but with the new king an’ all, everyone is runnin’ outta business.” Rebecca rubbed her temples, when an idea came upon her, “Sir, please! My father! He’s going to be taken away be the King’s men if we don’t pay 50 Gold! I beg you, I have four younger siblings, one who was just born. My mother died giving birth to the latter. Please take pity on a poor commoner like me.”
“Fine,” the man replied, “what do you have to pawn? How about that bow and arrows of yours, they seem of a high quality.”
Rebecca’s grip tightened on her bow, no way would she sell her precious bow and arrow.Several minutes later, after a long raving argument, Rebecca walked away from the pawn shop with 55 Gold for selling her artfully crafted daggers. The extra 5 Gold was pity money. She ran back into the tavern where the same bartender was polishing the counter top. She slapped the coins in front of him and bluntly said, “I want a single room with bathing privileges. Now.”
(((Sorry Arly. I ain’t takin’ your money. AND I KNOW I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE DAGGERS, BUT I WASN’T GOING TO SLEEP WITH THE OLD MAN D:<)))
lol but Aaron, my first post I was set on the drawbridge to VuTalia. I’d have to some how magically teleport over the river.
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Hmmm….oh. Olly. I didn’t know you were here.
I need someone to interact with.
SO WE SHALL SEE.EDIT: wait nevermind, you’re teh executioner.
I DONT WANNA INTERACT WITH YOUUU D:Rebecca let out an tired sigh. The sun was shining down on her, the heat was exhausting. She noticed that the closer she got to her destination, the more unnourished the land appeared. “So Bogdan’s evil even affects nature.” she muttered to herself. As she continued her journey, she found herself in a thick smog. Coughing and eyes watering, she pulled the collar of her overcoat over her face.
A sudden snap around her sent Rebecca’s hand to draw an arrow and lock her bow string. She listened closely, trying to figure out the location of the stranger. More rustling came from her left. She had found her target and drew the arrow back, ready to release…until a brown hare scrambled out into sight. Rebecca let out a sigh of relief and lowered her bow.
As she returned the arrow to her case, she noticed that off in the distance there was a drawbridge that led to VuTalia. A broken one, to say the least. When she squinted her eyes, she could make out the figure of a man. Whether that man was the one who cut the bridge or a man who had just discovered the broken bridge, Rebecca did not know. Nonetheless, she decided she would figure that out by simply following him closely.
She swung the case strap over her shoulder and ran off at a steady pace.(((THERE. I POSTED. ABOUT SHOOTING A BUNNY. And then seeing Arly. He was the only character I could find a way to interact with in my post >_>)))
I don’t know what to write D:
SOMEONE INTERACT WITH MY CHARACTER SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
Arly, that doesn’t mean smex.Name: Rebecca Amarante
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Bio: Rebecca was raised in a viillage on the outskirts of Vutalia. Having being raised in an archer family, she learned to handle a bow and arrow at a young age and has grown to be extremely skilled with them. She has an acceptable education with basic skills. She originally wanted nothing to do with the Vutalia matter, until the King Raczynski outstretched his evil to her village and she left home to seek peace.
Description:
Minus the bird.
(Okay I know she looks too epik for me but deal with it)
Weapon of Choice: Bow Arrow
Fears: Ornithophobia, the fear of birds.
Mary Sue Score: 12
(lolwtf? Wai so low ._.)MasterCheeze said:dee32693 said: ohey, the title of this forum is MMOTale’s Finest but shouldn’t it be MMOTales’ Finest since the “s” is part of the original name?I dunno. I’m no Grammar Nazi.
Yeah, that’s true. Either way, if the word “tales” is by itself and possessive, it would be “tales’.” Either way it’s David’s fault.
Everything is David’s fault! 😀
