((Open rp, and ill also get on illarion later today if i can))
"Well", Cris began thinking to himself, "It's been a long while. Surely they've forgotten what i look like by now".
Wearing his loos black clothing and hood, he crept into town. He hadn't eaten in days, and a gnawing hunger ate away at him, causing him to clutch his stomach as it grumbled desperately for food once again.
"Surely I can find an easy target, get some money, and then buy some food before I'm reported. If I'm lucky, I'll get enough to buy some wood as well"
Cris sighed, "Look at me, reduced to somebody stealing for food rather than wealth. Stephen will pay one of these days, for keeping me out for so long", he thought, and then cursed under his breath.
Cris made sure that his trademark rapier was tucked safely in his overlying robe, and then stepped just outside Trollsbane, scanning over the area for a victim.
((EDIT: Just saw the disease rp for trollsbane, tell me if the following is out of line, though it fits my backstories completely))
As he neared the town, Cris noticed that the air seemed unusual, less pure than it should be, it seemed. For a moment he started to become weaker, he could feel it, though through a quick moment of concentration, the impurity was gone. Still, he couldn't resist whatever that was forever, so he'd need to find a victim fast.
"If this is a disease, it should make for some easy targets", he contemplated, "But i'll need to be quicker than originally planned, not even a demon could resist whatever this is forever".
He entered the town, a certain uneasiness within his mind and body.
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Merrilyn Ferly is in the tavern in Trollsbane, attempting to brew mead, though it still tastes a little strange, while a man with a blade walks into the room. He closes the doors and pulls out his blade. He then threatens Merrilyn and demands some coins. Merrilyn pleads with the man, for he is in great need of money, but the man seemed heartless. Merrilyn then, looking out for his own health, grudgingly gives hims a small sum of 5 silvers, almost all the silver he had (he was able to hide a little bit). He then stutters in a shaky voice, "can you.... just leave k?" The man then walks out of the room.
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"Cure for sale, I say! Cure for sale! I sell stinky smelly socks guaranteed to cure this wretched sickness once and for all.
The troll, he has reckoned his reckoning upon us and those with hair have suffered. It is clear! Smelly Stinky Sweaty Socks, that is the cure!"
A man giggles as he waves socks in the air and claims them to be a cure. He comes upon the hooded man and tries to peddle them.
"You look horrible, have some socks?!
The troll, he has reckoned his reckoning upon us and those with hair have suffered. It is clear! Smelly Stinky Sweaty Socks, that is the cure!"
A man giggles as he waves socks in the air and claims them to be a cure. He comes upon the hooded man and tries to peddle them.
"You look horrible, have some socks?!
Cris steps back, with a slightly disgusted look on his face, though it wouldn't be easy for most to see. He looks over the man, noting that he doesn't seem to be sick in any way.
"Tell me, what exactly are these socks a cure for...", he paused a moment, and then continued, "and how much money have you made off of them so far?"
He looked over the man, trying to find a pocket, bag, or pouch that might contain money.
"Tell me, what exactly are these socks a cure for...", he paused a moment, and then continued, "and how much money have you made off of them so far?"
He looked over the man, trying to find a pocket, bag, or pouch that might contain money.