Posting Rate: Once a day during the weekdays with weekends being post if you can.Ībsence: Please, please, please post in the OOC thread if you're going to be absent for any period of time. They have their own concerns, the world is alive and it functions with or without you. I prefer to play in a more gritty realism type game and should you join this game here expect NPC's that are more than just meatsacks with various HP. I'm open to suggestions and constructive criticism should you have any too. So you can expect me to have a reasonable grasp of how things work. So i've been playing PbP games for a little over three years now, most of that time has been as a player, and almost all of that time has been with 5e. Surest way to find trouble in that town is to start askin' questions," Folks there mind their own business, an' they expect ye to do the same. "Most folk in Lonelywood went there tryin' to forget about somethin'. 'Course, me father always used to say the same about caravanin'!" Seems like a fool waste o' time, if ye ask me. Came up with a couple o' clams an' 'n ogre's tooth, but not a bit o' yellow. "I tried me hand at pannin' for gold along the banks o' Bremen, once. True, the charms o' their spacious streets an' decorated homes may 'ave been wasted on me, but the mine! Full o' gems it were, sparklin' like water o' the maer. "The folks o' Termalaine well tell ye theirs is the loveliest part o' Ten-Towns, an' I reckon they've got the right of it. They'd rather stay shut up behind their walls than admit they need help from anyone. "The folks in Targos are as hard-headed as they trout in their lake. After the third day, I got the sense they were right." After the first day, I got the sense they thought it best for me to leave. Keep to 'emselves, and seem to like it that way. "They're an odd lot, the folks o' Dougan's Hole. If ye fall in the lake, you've gone too far." "Cut south off the Eastway after the trees thin out, an' keep walking 'til ye hear the buzzin' o' bees. Every time they fought, I'd be havin' to go an' comfort one or th' other of 'em. Too busy fightin' over their differences to realize how much they got in common. Funny thing was, they were exactly alike! That's Caer-Konig and Caer-Dinerval to a tee. Couldn't stand each other, and always fightin'. "I remember a pair of dwarf lasses in Mirabar - sisters, they were.
A little pride is well an' good, but never will I understand the vanity o' men!"
"When last I visitied Caer-Dinerval, I found the town speaker livin' in an old fort at the top o' the road, perched up there like a lord in 'is castle. Now look at the place! Seems like ye can't turn around without trippin' over a new bunch o' buildings, and the town just keeps getting bigger - along with me profits." "I remember when the Eastway was naught but a couple o' ruts in the mud leadin' to some shanties on the south side o' the lac.
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