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testrun_box2012-02-05 03:28 pm
not_that_shady) wrote in testrun_box2012-02-05 03:28 pm
For imperial_saga
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[The Desert of Biggs lies on the border of Dwaelath and Ybeathiel. The sea winds, blocked by the Wall and other structures, bypass a streak of land scarred by ancient glaciers from east to west, that runs from the Rift to the middle of the borderlands, withholding their life-giving rain. The terrain is harsh and rocky, the winds malicious and blowing with sand, and the proximity to the Rift means that those brave or stupid enough to venture into the desert hardly ever return.
[That being said... why the HELL is this strange cloaked woman asking you to take her there?
[She leans on the tavern table, speaking softly.]
I'll make it worth your while. All you would have to do is keep us safe from the monsters; I can take care of the rest. I NEED to get to the ruins in that desert. Can you do it?
2)
[Obligatory siege post! The enemy has taken the stronghold and you--for whatever reason--were sequestered in one of the towers with Midna. As the sounds of shouting, ringing steel and bellows of pain echo up the stairs, she gets to her feet like a coiling viper, gazing at the door, the air around her chilling by a few degrees. Her hand crackles with purplish lightning.]
I really hope you know how to use that weapon of yours... We're going to need it.
3)
[The party! Are you a fellow partygoer? The host or hostess? In any case Midna, still in black robes and hood, stands out starkly in the crowd against the other women in patisserie pastels and poofy dresses. She clutches a goblet of something dark and red and chilled in one hand, and figuratively floats at the edge of the crowd, watching everyone with quiet amusement. If you approach her, however, she'll over a sidelong smile.]
"A very good party indeed, isn't it?"
[The Desert of Biggs lies on the border of Dwaelath and Ybeathiel. The sea winds, blocked by the Wall and other structures, bypass a streak of land scarred by ancient glaciers from east to west, that runs from the Rift to the middle of the borderlands, withholding their life-giving rain. The terrain is harsh and rocky, the winds malicious and blowing with sand, and the proximity to the Rift means that those brave or stupid enough to venture into the desert hardly ever return.
[That being said... why the HELL is this strange cloaked woman asking you to take her there?
[She leans on the tavern table, speaking softly.]
I'll make it worth your while. All you would have to do is keep us safe from the monsters; I can take care of the rest. I NEED to get to the ruins in that desert. Can you do it?
2)
[Obligatory siege post! The enemy has taken the stronghold and you--for whatever reason--were sequestered in one of the towers with Midna. As the sounds of shouting, ringing steel and bellows of pain echo up the stairs, she gets to her feet like a coiling viper, gazing at the door, the air around her chilling by a few degrees. Her hand crackles with purplish lightning.]
I really hope you know how to use that weapon of yours... We're going to need it.
3)
[The party! Are you a fellow partygoer? The host or hostess? In any case Midna, still in black robes and hood, stands out starkly in the crowd against the other women in patisserie pastels and poofy dresses. She clutches a goblet of something dark and red and chilled in one hand, and figuratively floats at the edge of the crowd, watching everyone with quiet amusement. If you approach her, however, she'll over a sidelong smile.]
"A very good party indeed, isn't it?"
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He reached for a passing servant's plate and got the mystery woman a fresh drink, "But we're not here to talk about business tonight. I don't even know your name."
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