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A bold note is nailed to the board for all to see. A challenge to trial by combat from Malchus, Captain of the Black Wyvern Company, to Greum of the Bloodbane Clan, who hides like a rat in the sewers. The blood of the honourable merchant Bernie Bottoms is on your filthy hands. Do you think that your...

https://i.imgur.com/u0UZQIU.png A grumpy Malchus came with heavy steps down from the dormitory to the tavern and made his way to the bar counter, behind which Rose, the innkeeper, was already diligently at work, preparing breakfast for her patrons. "Hiho! Hihi, you sure aren't a morning person...

As former guard captain of Runewick, I agree with Teagan. No town is complete without a town guard, and a town guard needs a headquarters where they can be garrisoned, train, store equipment, and jail trouble makers. Not the guard house is a problem, but the current lack of guards to operate it. The...

Thanks everyone for coming and congratulations to Soren, the winner of the hunting competition! Much game was hunted and good fun was had in the name of Malachin!

A parchment is pinned with an arrow to the Hemp Necktie Inn's wooden wall. Hark! Malas is upon us and the hunt calls! Hunters and revellers from all of Illarion are invited to join a celebration in honour of Malachin on the 4th of Malas 76, starting at noon on the grounds of the Hemp Necktie Inn. A ...

Malchus lent his ear to the stable boy and mercenary alike, and once both had said their piece, carefully weighed their options, running his hand over his stubble as he was wont to do when absorbed in thought. The scarred sellsword's words piqued Malchus's curiosity. To ride a fast and fierce horse ...

While discussing how to solve Cadomyr's pirate problem...

"I thought yer devotion t' Cherga forbids worldly pleasures like drink, Lady Barrows," Malchus whispered in response with a cheeky smirk, giving Flannery a wink. He led them to one of the larger, busier taverns, which wasn't exclusively visited by seamen. They wouldn't stand out too much ...

A tall, burly man disembarked from the ship, offering the curious dockhands an equally intimidating and pitiable sight. Were it not for his imposing stature and the steel clattering under his black cloak, one could mistake the unkempt, one-eyed mercenary captain Malchus for a beggar, unwashed and un...

I raise the bid:

55 gold for the rubies,
130 gold for the emeralds.

~Malchus~

I'm offering your starting bid on the magical gems then:

9 gold for the 3 obsidians,
57 gold for the 19 sapphires,
51 gold for the 17 rubies,
123 gold for 41 emeralds.

240 gold coins total.

~Malchus~

Enjoyed a nice heated confrontation between Nalcaryos and Malchus outside of Galmair and at the Runewick tavern today. Also had a fun expedition with Lee~, the lizard priest of Zelphia, and Far~, the orc shaman. Thanks for the good RP everyone!

As former guard captain of Runewick, here's what I'd suggest: We'll plant a dense, insurmountable hedge around the entrance to Runewick. It needs to be tall enough so one can't just climb over it, yet not too tall, so we can still shoot arrows and spells over it, should our town ever be assaulted, l...

The banging noise of hammering coming from the smithy lead the messenger to the man he was looking for, Malchus. It was past nightfall, and so Malchus was alone at the forge, hammering out dents and mending cracks in his armour, when the messenger delivered his letter. Malchus glanced over the singl...

Great RP all around during S'rrt's raid on Pauldron Isle and Cherass's Citadel, where an intense battle ensued between S'rrt's expedition and Lord Gray's servants. Also fun RP afterwards in town, where the defeated licked their wounds and tried to cope with the aftermath of their defeat.

Some characters whose interactions I've enjoyed recently, in no particular order: Flannery and Nala, who're always a pleasure to run into, and so endearing together. Such a lovely character harmony between them, even if they put Malchus in a precarious spot. :P Their forum posts are always a great r...

Malchus swaggered through the town gate, returning to Galmair after days of absence. Curious about all the town's tidings he had missed, he turned to the wall where the locals tend to post their announcements. One of the parchments there caught his eye, if only because it bore his name. "Keh he...

Gotta add Alen Freeman to the list of characters I recently had great interactions with. I'll be looking forward to see more of that up-and-comin' sharp-tongued rascal.

Malchus was woken up by the innkeeper's voice, who, as he lit a candle, found his guest lying sprawled out in all his glory on the bed. He informed Malchus in a curt manner about the time of day and that he had to vacate the room, before scurrying up the ladder again. But Malchus was in no mood to h...

Shout out to Flannery, Nala, and Bernie. Their company always promises a good time, and I enjoy the developing character dynamics.

Malchus returned to the wilds, once more on the hunt for someone's hideout. He had left his signature dark plate armour at home in favour of light leathers and his trusty Serinjah boots, for he knew that a long track through the Northern Woods awaited him. Only this time he expected little resistanc...

https://i.imgur.com/ysShIhy.png The wildlife scattered into the woods as a hulking figure clad in dark armour walked through the night, resting a heavy axe on one of his broad shoulders and carrying a bag over the other. A faint glimmer of light lured him to a glade, where he found a camp site. It ...

Thanks Lexis. I feel very much the same and enjoy the RP with the old knight. Always glad to see him around.

Malchus answers Bernie's wish with a broad smirk and dirty laugh. "Keh heh heh, a girl who can run errands an' keep ya company, eh? Sounds like yer in need o' a slave. I was once in that business, ya know? Good times. Maybe you'd fancy a lithe 'n' lissom elfess — they're very popular with the u...

Malchus, an eyepatched hulk clad in dark armour, walks into the Hemp Necktie Inn, making his way to the bar counter. "Oi Borgate, gimme a mug o' yer finest mead, will ya," he orders and slaps some silver coins on the grimy counter. While the dwarven tavernkeep fetches his drink, Malchus's ...

Clad in armour and wrapped in a sullied yellow cloak, Malchus trudged into Runewick's tavern to dine and rest after a long day of mercenary work, his mud-caked boots leaving behind a trail of dirt where he walked. When he sat down in front of Rose and paid his silver for a mug of mead and a bed for ...

Among the many dubious and ill-mannered patrons which crowded the Winged Sow Tavern this Ronas night, the one-eyed sellsword could be easily mistaken for one of the locals, if one didn't know that he had recently arrived from Runewick of all places. There he sat at a dimly lit table with a wide, sat...

Summarily as ever, Captain Malchus executed his last official act by nailing a parchment to the Guard House's announcement board. He breathed a sigh, either one of regret or relief, and took one last look at his writ before removing the blue cloak which had served hitherto as his unofficial uniform....

A new parchment was attached by Malchus to the guard house's announcement board. PREPARATIONS FOR MAS 71 Citizens of Runewick, the month of Mas will be upon us soon. Prepare accordingly! Citizens are strongly advised to not leave the safety of town during Mas. Keep your pantry well-stocked with enou...

"Greetings, Brassius. How goes the watch?" Brassius Meres politely bowed his head, as Malchus approached and greeted his fellow guardsman. "Be greeted, Captain. All is calm, nothing unusual to report." "Good, good. Listen up, we got new orders from the Council: There's conc...