[Item Acquisition Thread] Fear can be a Powerful Motivator

Duncan discovers something remarkable about his otherwise mundane looking gauntlet.

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[Item Acquisition Thread] Fear can be a Powerful Motivator

Postby Duncan Rightstone on December 1st, 2018, 3:57 am

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19th Day of Fall, 518 AV (Early Evening)


His shift at the Gem for the day had ended and Duncan made his way upstairs to clean up. He took the opportunity to indulge in a long bath before heading to his room to dress. With the past few days being rather eventful and more than a little odd, he felt the need to get away for a short time and maybe make a stop back at the Pig's Foot and attempt to smooth over any hard feelings from the tavern's owners after Duncan got drug into a fight. It was a fight he never started, didn't want but surely finished.

Dressing in his warskirt, black boots and a simple black shirt, Duncan strapped on his toothed gauntlet, pulled his nettle cloak over his shoulders and proceeded to leave the Gem. Although evening was setting in, it still wasn't all that late which would hopefully reduce the chance of any undesirable encounters with the wonderful denizens of Sunberth.
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[Item Acquisition Thread] Fear can be a Powerful Motivator

Postby Duncan Rightstone on December 26th, 2018, 1:55 am

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The weather wet and more than a little blustery, Duncan left The Gem with a slight gritting of teeth as the wind hit him. While the cold wind and rain would take awhile to pierce his thick flesh with discomfort, it was the anticipation of this that caused him to tense up. The weather back in the Kingdom was extreme however it seldom stuck to a person so firmly as it did in Sunberth. The wind threw the rain like countless tiny daggers that cut the flesh bits at a time. Even finding shelter from such a thing meant that it would take awhile to fully dry off and warm up. Despite the irritation and anticipation, Duncan met the weather head on as he made his way through the darkened city streets on his way to the city center where he would find the Pig's Foot.

As he usually did, Duncan kept the hood of his cloak pulled over his face and his head down as to not draw too much attention or give the unintended wrong look to someone. For an outsider such as he, drawing the wrong attention meant that he would leave himself open for all manner of foul opportunities.

Making his way down the narrow street, avoiding everyone possible, Duncan eventually arrived at the entrance to The Pig's Foot. Although it was relatively early in the evening, activity at The Pig's Foot was picking up. The sounds of music, conversation, carousing and a bit of shouting poured from the tavern's interior.

As Duncan reached to open the door, he paused. Looking over his shoulder, he tried to focus in on a strange sound that he heard from what seemed like somewhere behind him. The sound, it was definitely off. While the city was filled with all manner of unpleasant sights, sounds and smells, this particular sound caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up; an icy chill spreading throughout his body. He couldn't identify it yet it still brought him some unease.

Turning his focus back to the tavern, he shook away the unease and entered.
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