Dannylonglegs

I think I will, but I'm busy right now, so I'll do so later in the evening. If the remaining two haven't shown up by then, I'll repost the sign-ups, to be closed after a roughly 24 hour period, or when I feel like I have enough. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"How interesting." Stated Sylph, waiting for his party to talk to the thing before him.

The hooded woman stared at him, unamused and unimpressed. "What do you want?" She asked with a boyish voice. "Aw, can't you see he's into you?" piped her associate with a querky over-dramatic style. "I think he's hansome." She stated to the hooded figure antagonisticaly, flashing him a seductive glance. "Care to buy a business woman down on her luck a drink?" She chirped, walking over to him. "Miss Pigeon, at your soivice!" She exclaimed, extending her hand dramatically. Her hooded associate glared.

Funnily enough,she has nothing to do with the events of this quest. Which is not to say killing her now wouldn't solve a huge amount of problems in the future. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

Speaking of no love, Trade Routes has been open for almost 48 hours now and only Cap't has shown up. Should I reopen Sign-ups? Am I too active even while I don't have consistent access to a computor? Is 3 party members too few to have a functional, active crew? Drake was the only other one who signed up, and I didn't want to host him twice in a row. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"Let's go."

"Beats me. The flame-hands girl has been her the whole time I've been, but the hooded..." He looked closely at the slender, cloaked figure... "Woman, just got her a bit before you." He chuckled and leaned closer to Alaxandre. "She looks surpassingly like a guy. Ha." He tipped his drink back. The hooded woman turned and shot the members of thhe table a look that could kill before returning to her conversation with the bow-tied girl, speaking quieter now. QM Note: How many of you are in this Quest for the Shadeax rep. I promissed in the discussion? If you could tell me in thread or in PM that would be helpful. You can change your minds later-on too.

I have me a couple shovels! I use them for my... I mean my pigs' poop. I wish I was a pig. Then I wouldn't have to worry about scum or poison... Just being chopped up and made into delicious bacon.Speaking of which, SLop's up pigs! It's tasty! As for Micheal, I'm also pretty sure he was scum, but I'm not as sure as I wish we could be. His allegience would have really shed some light on our situation, but now We're just as in the dark as we were before we lynched him, and another townie down. I'm still clinging to my hope that we caught our first scum bag. Wow! That's honestly a bit surprising. I'm very glad we didn't Lynch him yesterday. Naturally, he could still be a vanilla scum, but I supose this means he's not our killer. I'm inclined to believe he's Town Vanilla too. From what I've read of his posts, it seems like he's trying to help. Carletta on the other hand has not been quite as helpful (although I suppose I'm one to talk. ) Even then though, I think it's smarter to look at those that aren't confirmed vanilla until we run out of suspects. Prudence has posted little, but I'm unsure what to make of that. Unlike Micheal, her posts are not entirely fluff or RP. Boris is my main suspect for today. His behavior had me unsure whether to vote for him or Micheal yesterday, and since I still think that Micheal is scum, that may mean the same for Boris.

What Sandy said. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"Yup."

"Whoops." stated the bearded man, embarassed. "Sorry 'bout that. Is that Charisian?" He asked. "I took a bit of that in school! Je etre s'appelle Samson." The man stated in awful Charisian. "So you guys are a group of knights? Great! You're just what we need to solve our little problem!"

"Yup!" Stated the brown-haired man cheerfully, looking up from his glass. "Well, We're just the retrieval team. The Brendenton Branch of the Hinckwell family is who really hired you." Corrected the hooded Hinckwell. "I'm Samson Digitali, and this is my friend, Norton Antivirio. And, you are...." The man began, looking down at his list. "... William Harkenshire? Great to meet you. I'm sure you've done all kinds of heroic deeds." The man stated, grabbing Alexandre's hand and giving it a firm shake, giving him no time to speak. "Please, ragale us of your exploits as we wait for your compatriots." He finished cheerfully, attempting a fake Charisian accent on the last word for seemingly no reason.

Sylph stood back, silent, like Nessa, and watched the three interogate Moke.

~This quest is for chosen heroes only! If you wish to play, please herd over to the Rules and Discussion to learn how to do so! Thanks.~ The Party members, each at their own time found their way to the Albatross, a two story building of maple and oak, and pass through the small anteroom, passing by the fumbling clerk who tried to book them for room, to find themselves in the bar of the inn. Since it was midday, the building was relatively empty, with only two groups of patrons, and the ever-present Barkeep, still cleaning one of his cups with a piece of cloth. The Party recognised one group of Patrons as their benefactors. The Hinckwell employees were sharing stories as they emptied their glasses. The mustached Hinckwell was clearly fond of the alchohol, and apeared to be slightly inebriated dispite the early hour. His associate was speaking jocularly. The Hooded man spoke. "...So the other guy said, "it was the work of the mad wizard," and then I said... "I knew't!" The brown haired Hinckwell laughed boisterously. At the other table, two women (one rather man-like it attire and body-shape) seemed locked in discussion. "It's been fa' too long." Stated the bow-tied and vested woman in a pronounced 'Bronx' accent, a drink pressed against her lips. "Hold on." the woman stated, returning her attention to her drink. She shook it, her hand consumed by a ring of flame, and a the liquid began boilling. "I prefoir mine shaken and boint." She smiled, flashing an actor's grin at her associate. "So how's the mister, missus Lawrence?" She queried slyly with a wink. "It's not 'missus Lawrence.'" Stated the cloaked woman in black business attire with a cold, dissinterested, but boyish voice. The bowtied woman appeared shocked, but the sentiment was clearly exaggerated. "Miss Finch?" She questioned. "no." Stated the hooded figure. "Xanataci?" The woman wondered, actually surprised now. "Yes." "Your maiden name? My woid, what happened?" the incredulous woman queried. "We'll have time to discuss that later. Right now, I want to discuss a business proposal with you." The Hooded figure stated, her face cold. Party: Name: William Harkenshire *Party Leader* Level: 18 Warden Power: 29 Health: 33/33 Gold: 45 SP: 14 Equipment: Croise Crossbow (WP: 12), Chimera Armor (Torsowear, Suitable for Knights and Barbarians, +2 SP, +2 Health), Pauldrons (SP +2, suitable to Knights, Dragoons and Skirmishers; accessory), Mirror Shield (SP:10, user is immune to light-elemental damage; shield) Inventory: Repeating Crossbow (WP: 5 May not be upgraded; Fire; Hastened), Hand Cannon (WP: 5; Lightning, Wood), Lion Knight Shield (SP: 4, suitable for Knights), Amulet of the Elven Horse Rider (Power +1 on the front row, doubles movement), Sapphire, Smoke Bomb, Bedroll, Pickaxe, Skeleton Decoy, Shovel, Magnifying Glass, Venom, Elven Bomb, Bomb XX, Wave Sword (WP: 11; Darkness; Cursed Effect), 4 Fire Bombs, Water Bomb, Elixer, Military Grade Water Bomb, Military Grade Lightning Bomb, Bone, Magic Saucepan, Nostrum, Rito Feather (consumable, grants the hastened- and blessed-effects upon use for one battle) Alexandre le Chevalier (Played by Capt.JohnPaul) Level 22 1/3 Black Knight, 20 year old elf male*Immune to Stunned* Power: 32 Defense: 14 Health: 40/40 Gold: 12 Equipment: Sword of the Elven Blademaster (WP: 10 ;ignores SP, +1 gold per successful strike), Cross Heater Shield (SP: 10), Dapper Hat (Headwear, wearer has a 1/6 chance of becoming encouraged at the start of each battle), Black Knight Armor (SP:4, protects from Stunned effect.) Inventory: Potions (7), Bedroll, Smoke Bomb 2x, Fire Bomb, Feather Duster of DOOM (WP: 1), Eyepatch (Headwear: 1/2 chance to prevent blinded-effect. Costs 20 gold. A hero cannot equip more than 1 eyepatch) Deadly Venom x2, Tome of The Regret, Volatile Venom x6, Mead 4x, Nostrum 3x, Smelling Salts x1, Grand Potion, Emerald (Wood) Sir Brickington, KRT (Brickington) 19 year old human male knight Level 12.5 Power: 20 (Level 12 + WP: 8) Defense: 7 Health: 21/21 Gold: 208 Equipment: Pirate Cutlass (WP:8, steals five gold every critical hit, has hollow blade that has remedy installed), Great Sword Mk. II (WP: 4), Duplovian Helmet of the Guard: - SP:2 Immunity to Magic and healing, Shield (WP: 5) Inventory: Bedroll, Smoke Bomb, Soma, Water Bomb, Mead, Smelling Salts, 3x Potion, Grating Stone, Triangle Shield (SP: 2), Winged Helmet (SP:2) QM Note: Please confirm within the next 48 hours, and correct your stats if I got them wrong.

I'm on the East Coast of the good ol' US of A, where it's about 9:16 at the moment. I should have the Quest up before midnight. I usually stay up until 1 or 2 AM and wake up at 6:30 AM (unless I can sleep-in, in which case I wake up anywhere from 9AM to 3 PM, usually around 11 or 12). I have sleep problems... or, rather, lack of sleep problems. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

Sadly, I'll be another 3 hours with the Quest. Sorry folks. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

And on the topic of other things, Trade Routes will start in about 8 hours. ~Insectoid Newtomancer

"Trial in Eubric? I didn't know there were any laws up top whatsoever." Stated Sylph, amused.

No problem. I've just been so busy that I nearly forgot about this purchase. I've PMed you back. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

"Well, It looks like these three'll have to do." Stated the Hinckwell employee. "Come to the Albatross midday tomorrow, and we'll set out." He stated as he wrote the note on the sign-up sheet. Chosen participants for Quest #76, Trade Routes Sir Brickington (Brickington) Alaxandre le Chevalier (Capt.JohnPaul) William (Fred Daniel Yam) *Party Leader* I'll Launch the Quest tomorrow.

"Very well. You wish us to break down Moke's door, so to speak, in exchange for access to Padfoot's information? I believe I speak for all of my babbling associates when I say you have yourself a deal. If you'd be so kind as to return our weapons to us, we will confront him. Do you wish him to remain alive if worse comes to worse and we fight? I'd be lying if I said most of our confrontations ended with everyone in one piece."

Wow. I'm really sorry to hear that. Take all the time you need. ~Insectoid Aristocrat

Sylph decided he'd waited long enough. "Look, mister mayor, I'm sorry for my compatriots. We don't want to arrest Padfoot or anything. We just want to see what he knows about the blue assasins and we'll be on our merry ways. We have evidence that a blue assassin killed a merchent. Not Padfoot. He know about them though, and we need information if we are to continue our investigation." Sylph stated.