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Bounty: Or'kug - 100 silvers
Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 10:06 pm
by 1d20
Greetings Gobaith,
I hereby set a bounty of 100 silver coins on the orc known as Or'kug the "alchemist". I was foolish enough to trust him and drink a potion that was poison, claimed to be mana. I was knocked out almost instantly and he stole an amulet that has a sentimental value to me, along with a ring.
He who can bring the amulet back and ring back to me along with the head of the orc will be given the 100 silvers, along with my long lasting appreciation and support in your future endeavors.
I'm keeping this parchment short. If you have any inquiries, feel free to send me a dove.
P.S: Don't drink his potions. Seriously.
- Blake
Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 10:34 pm
by 1d20
A new note is added:
The ring and backpack were returned to me by William Elderberry who hunted him down, but the amulet remains stolen. Whoever can bring the amulet back will still be granted 100 silvers reward. I'm not lowering the bounty.
The amulet has a blue bird attached to it.
Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 10:39 pm
by 1d20
A relatively accurate sketch of an orc is drawn in black ink and pinned under the parchment. (( 181909**** -- You can turn on numbers in the client's options. ))
Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 6:48 am
by Elijah
Greetings,
The orc in question has been jailed awaiting your audience.
Signed,
Elijah Varrin
Governor of Trolls Bane
Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 6:51 pm
by Sirith-Rym
Greetings,
I am sorry to announce that the jailhouse was hit by some sort of explosion today. A wall was blown to bits and the orc has escaped.
Signed,
Sirith Rymn
Page of the Knighthood of Gobaith
Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:08 pm
by 1d20
Ridiculous.
Did you not frisk him of his goods before jailing him?
Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 11:01 pm
by Sirith-Rym
He had nothing on him when we locked him up. He must have had some help.
Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 1:08 am
by Punisher
Does he have a bag on him? One of the human asks commandingly, towards the guard.
No, he doesssn't, the lizard hisses, pushing the orc into the small, furnished room, completely disregarding the oil lamp which was hanging at his belt and the herbs that were shoved inside the small pockets as well.
He forgot to check my belt!, the old orc thinks to himself. Or maybe they don't care! Clearly they have no idea of an alchemist can do. Will be hard without a catalyst though..
He gets pushed and pulled and finally tied to a metal pole running along the wall.
Oi, food and water! the old orc says towards the guards, as they head towards the door. One of them turns and after pondering for a few moments, places a full bottle of beer on the table. Better than water, he says.
The orc smirks and grins, as he watches the guards leave.
What luck.. alcohol! seems I found my catalyst afterall!