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Post by jenova on Aug 9, 2006 19:21:23 GMT -5
Folken pushed open the grimy door of the "Horse's Head." pub, he was here for infomation, Folken had learned that someone knew the location of the island he was looking for, the island that help a great artifact, that would help the Light, prevail over all Evil.
He glanced around the dark room, spotting the imformant in the corner, shrouded in a cloak, his hood lit for a moment, the fire of a pipe highlighting his face, before being plundged back into darkness, Folken shuffled through the room, over to him.
"You have the infomation I need?" Folken asked, keeping the urgency out of his voice.
"I do. Do you have the gold?" the cloaked one asked. Folken reached into his robes, and produced a small pouch, he dropped it on the table the clink of gold went it landed. "Good, I have provided transport for you, a old friend that has been there before, his boat is in Dover, England." The Cloaked One said as he took the pouch.
"Thank you, he pulls anything though, and you're dead." Folken replied, he turned swishing his cloak behind him, and was gone. Instantly appearing in Dover. Folken took out a flute, and put it to his lips, blowing softly a soft tune played out, summoning adventures, do-gooders and anyone that wished to help to him..
OOC - Join plx.
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Post by prime on Aug 9, 2006 23:28:14 GMT -5
OOC: Not in that much of a posting mood, since I have a massive headache and stuff, but I'll do my best.
BIC: Marcus was down in the docks, by the piers. It'd been quite a while since his advantures with the Adept woman, and he was working hard to improve is chakra control. He was walking across the water, watching the little rippled it created when he heard a hauntingly beautiful song that seems to call to him on an etherial, unidentifiable level. He searched for the source of the music, but stopped short when a massive amount of information flooded his mind. He lost his concentration, and fell through the serfice of the water, flailing about as he tried to regain control of his chakra. "Crap!" He spluttered.
He turned about in the water, searching for the source of the noise. Eventually, he spotted a man sitting beside a pier, playing the haunting flute. He swam forwards, and pulled himself sharply out of the water, landing quickly on his feet in front of the man. He cursed for a few minutes, straightening his clothing and drying off his sword as best he could. "Oh hell." He turned back towards the man, and smiled. "Hey, I'm Marcus. Need some help? I'm interested in that artifact you send me an image of."
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Post by jenova on Aug 9, 2006 23:36:19 GMT -5
"Oh really?" replied Folken lowering his flute, "And what do you think you'll gain by going after the artifact in question?" he asked, placing his hands in his lap, and staring intently up at the young boy.
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Post by prime on Aug 9, 2006 23:38:14 GMT -5
"Nothing." Marcus said cheerfully. "But that doesn't stop me from being interested in what it does or where it came from." He said. "And besides, it might be good training for me as well." He paused. "You know, usually its considered good manners to introduce yourself after someone else has done you that courtasy."
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Post by jenova on Aug 9, 2006 23:44:04 GMT -5
"Yes, indeed." Folken replied, "Please excuse me for that, it has been awhile since I have been in the civilised world, my name is Folken, I am a wizard."
Folken rose off the ground, standing next to Marcus. "It seems you would do well off the training from The Island I am going to. But you must understand it will be very dangerous, will you still accompany me?" Folken asked.
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Post by prime on Aug 9, 2006 23:55:58 GMT -5
"Oh no mister wizard, I'm scared of the nasty island." Marcus said sarcastically. "I got all the information from the flute, you think saying that is going to deter me?" He said curiously.
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Post by jenova on Aug 13, 2006 18:23:29 GMT -5
“You did not get all the information from the tune I played.” Said Folken “For I do not possess all the information about the island, all I know is that no one has ever come back alive.”
Folken turned away from the young boy and looked out to the sea, it would be a long journey, and he had hoped more people would have come to his aid.
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