Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190611223855

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"Whips, knives, brambles, magic, whatever Freya felt like using whenever she caught me..." Mirabelle lists the things the Dark Elf had done to her as she flinches at the Saurians cold touch. "She does worse on the anniversary of the day that Ben..." she shakes her head dismissively as she changes the subject. "So, where is Eroica? Are we meeting her in the next town or on the way?"

MEANWHILE, in Pavis...

A man in a dark, Victorian style high-collar cloak and Tricorn hat walked into the (I'm assuming) tavern our villains are in and takes a look at the wanted posters at the wall. His face is hidden by black greasepaint on his eyes and a silver half-mask over his mouth and nose. He finally finds one wanted poster with his likeness drawn on it.

WANTED

The Silver Mask

Crimes:

Highway Robbery, Grave Robbery, Grand Theft, Petty Theft, Assault of a Nobleman, Drunk and Disorderly Conduct, Vandalism, Lollygagging, List Continues.

Description:

Male, unknown Human subspecies, pproximately 6'5". Other descriptions unknown due to mask of which is his namesake.

Reward:

500,000 Gold Coins for live capture

5,000 dead

The man shakes his head in disbelief before quietly talking to himself. "They just can't get it right!" He fumbles around in a pouch on his belt and procures a small pen. He scrawls something on the paper before taking a step back to admire his work. "There! Reward: Five Million alive! Can't forget the royal wedding last month!" He then strolls to a nearby table and hails a Holstaur barmaid. "The usual, Cassie." He drops a handful of gold coins onto her serving tray. "Keep the change, for your little one."