[Well, Im bored and as the rule to use this city only does not seem to go away for a while, I guess I have to bend things a bit when I dont want to drop dead with boredom. *snicker*
Rules are pretty simple... As I dont see any need to set some up, expect the ones clearly written all over this pretty board full of storys.
Have fun. *smiles*]
Things might have been peacefull in the grand capital. And they more likely will remain peacefull, as the single figure walking around the place and putting flyers ons everal places around the streets would surely not cause much trouble.
Humming peacefully for her own, the young Miqo'te woman carried a large pack of flyers under her arm and a box of nails in her hand. Whenever she reached a promising spot, she stopped and nailed another flyer on the place before moving along.
Most of those pieces of parchment were nailed down on places of trade and comerce.. It seemed like she tried to avoid taverns and such things alike, though she dropped a few flyers around thema s well. Sometimes, people frequenting such places were a needed evil.
The flyers she nailed down all over the city were speaking of a craftmanshiip guild called the Silver Anvil. The simple fact that there was no place or person to speak too for joining was part of the whole idea. Getting people interested and looking usaly helped more then plain, simple advertising.
The sun was high, as the young sunseeker woman in the simple, worn out leather clothes sat down on a puplic bench near the harbor area. Her somehow cute, flopped over ears twitching faintly in the breeze as she groaned from walking around for many hours since the early morning.
The box of nails were empty and the flyers all gone, so she could take a well deserved rest.
With a slight groan, she nimble jumped back on her feet and headed toward the bigger areas of the city again. She needed to make sure that, in a few days or weeks, people who were interested indeed "had" a place to come and join at. So she needed at least a little recruitment branch.
"Sigh... Someone could have told me that this will be more running around the place then acctual work. Everything was so much more easy back home. Just me and my forge..."
So it happened that, on the bigger plaza of the city not far from the Inn and the Adventurers Guild, a young miqo'te and a tall seawolf roegadyn had a rather loud.. argument, that echoed through many streets.
"NO FUGGIN' WAY IM GONNA PAY THAT!" Making her angry was an achievement of its own, but making her yell meant something was seriously wrong.
Appearently, the young woman was not willing to pay the price for that, rather tiny, shop-area that should basicly serve as nothing more then a small recruiment-area while she planned to set up her headquarters way back home away from this big city filled with the smell of the sea.
And that argument would clearly go on for a long while to come.
Rules are pretty simple... As I dont see any need to set some up, expect the ones clearly written all over this pretty board full of storys.
Have fun. *smiles*]
Things might have been peacefull in the grand capital. And they more likely will remain peacefull, as the single figure walking around the place and putting flyers ons everal places around the streets would surely not cause much trouble.
Humming peacefully for her own, the young Miqo'te woman carried a large pack of flyers under her arm and a box of nails in her hand. Whenever she reached a promising spot, she stopped and nailed another flyer on the place before moving along.
Most of those pieces of parchment were nailed down on places of trade and comerce.. It seemed like she tried to avoid taverns and such things alike, though she dropped a few flyers around thema s well. Sometimes, people frequenting such places were a needed evil.
The flyers she nailed down all over the city were speaking of a craftmanshiip guild called the Silver Anvil. The simple fact that there was no place or person to speak too for joining was part of the whole idea. Getting people interested and looking usaly helped more then plain, simple advertising.
The sun was high, as the young sunseeker woman in the simple, worn out leather clothes sat down on a puplic bench near the harbor area. Her somehow cute, flopped over ears twitching faintly in the breeze as she groaned from walking around for many hours since the early morning.
The box of nails were empty and the flyers all gone, so she could take a well deserved rest.
With a slight groan, she nimble jumped back on her feet and headed toward the bigger areas of the city again. She needed to make sure that, in a few days or weeks, people who were interested indeed "had" a place to come and join at. So she needed at least a little recruitment branch.
"Sigh... Someone could have told me that this will be more running around the place then acctual work. Everything was so much more easy back home. Just me and my forge..."
So it happened that, on the bigger plaza of the city not far from the Inn and the Adventurers Guild, a young miqo'te and a tall seawolf roegadyn had a rather loud.. argument, that echoed through many streets.
"NO FUGGIN' WAY IM GONNA PAY THAT!" Making her angry was an achievement of its own, but making her yell meant something was seriously wrong.
Appearently, the young woman was not willing to pay the price for that, rather tiny, shop-area that should basicly serve as nothing more then a small recruiment-area while she planned to set up her headquarters way back home away from this big city filled with the smell of the sea.
And that argument would clearly go on for a long while to come.
Rawr! I bite! ... Once I grew some teeth.
Interested in a guild for crafters, salesman and dedicated guards? Ask me about the "Silver Anvil"!
Interested in a guild for crafters, salesman and dedicated guards? Ask me about the "Silver Anvil"!
