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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Aug 14, 2007 12:01:26 GMT -5
It is another dreary morning at the Academy. Students are gathered once more in the main hall to hear and collect assignments. There is much grumbling about as of late due to the sheer lack of exciting and "adventurous" work.
Perhaps the students are getting too good at what they do. No one seems to want to present them with a challenge lately.
Today is no different.
"And finally," the all too familiar looking man up front calls out as he holds up one more scroll listing one more without a doubt, positively dull assignment.
"A pair of jewelers, Ms. Edrianna Rosie and her nephew seek a group of you to escort them and the goods they carry to their destination, Bridgeport."
"The escorts will be expected to serve as guides, chosing the course of routes, and will of course share the burden of ensuring the safety of the Rosies and their merchandise."
A handful of students begin to grumble, some speaking of the distance from here to Bridgeport and how it would take far too long, others muttering as they are presented with the nineteenth assignment to serve as a merchant's guard in as many days.
Some leave the hall, a few mill about weighing the options.
The man looks on at the students, clearly displeased with this new brand of attitude which has taken hold of many of the Academy's brightest and most skilled of students.
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Post by TheUdjat on Aug 14, 2007 12:50:51 GMT -5
But Anaqualia, after a moment's hesitation, raises her hand. sure, it's just another 'guarding the caravan' routine, but so what? She longs for a reason to get out of the academy for a while, to go out and roam the countryside in one way or another. A long trip sounds just about right, even if there wouldn't be much excitement.
So she steps forward, ready for another assignment. Hopefully she wouldn't be the only one.
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Post by on Aug 14, 2007 13:38:42 GMT -5
Slightly muttering to himself as he loses himself in thought, "Bridgeport ... Bridgeport ... " Then with a dawn of sudden realization he says, a little too loudly, "I hear they have good ale in Bridgeport! I'm in!" Placing his right hand on his stomach he lets out a hearty laugh before walking over to the other student who had walked forward.
Clapping her on the back, not overly harsh, he beams a large smile showing off his pearly whites. "This should be fun!"
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Post by Toptomcat on Aug 14, 2007 20:59:00 GMT -5
Garor stares stonily at the man up front before slowly raising a hand. He's not crazy about the job either, but he can't stand sitting on his hands in the Academy any longer. There's much to be learned there, but it just makes him feel itchy to sit indoors more than a week at a time. He takes a lot of boring missions.
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I do not want your poor, your hungry, your tired, your sick, but your corrupt i will claim.
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Post by kidshadawau on Aug 15, 2007 1:10:49 GMT -5
A dwarf, whose skin is dark blue hue, and vibrant green hair belows, "Ale! I'm in!" Noic Silverhammer the Second had run into lots of issues about being a different color. Shunned by both classmates and dwarves in general he had finally come to find comfort in the bottum of a bottle... or barrel as it has been lately. Moveing to stand up next to the feller who had mentioned the strong drink. "You der, boyo, mentioned sometin about a drank? Let us test the reputed ale of Bridgeport."
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