Wanted: Jirai the Drow.

Wanted: Jirai the Drow.

Postby Cinnabar » Wed Oct 10, 2007 9:50 pm

As morning dawns, the grey autumn light reveals that a fresh crop of posters have been prominently displayed about Myrkentown, advising the general public of the latest threat to life and limb.

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Wanted poster for the drow Jirai, relating to her suspected involvement in the murder of former Councillor Suede Roschen.
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Bounty Hunting for Dummies

Postby Lent » Mon Oct 15, 2007 7:51 am

MkAfee Clan

The invasion in Derry was a mighty unpleasant thing. It uprooted families and terrorized livestock and honest folk alike. Now, that didn't quite explain just what this dirty, oversized, dishelved bunch of misfits was doing in Myrken Wood, but it was something of a start. It had only been a year or so since both Ma and Pa died in the same unfortunate accident involving the family's large stock of goats. It had left the seven brothers without a whole lot of focus in life.

Now, fleeing from a war that was happening somewhere in Derry... that was focus! And it was the oldest brother, Chet Mekhafree who decided that he and his seven siblings should take and use that old family heirloom, the map that had lead them up into the Sikasoon Mountain seven genrations ago. He was the oldest and smartest of the bunch. Why, he could even read that map! Unfortunately, he had been holding the thing upside down and when they emerged, it was in Myrken Wood and not New Dauntless. Well, he said, "We may not be in New Dauntless, kin, but the MkAfee boys ain't about to get daunted. Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh." And four or five hehs later, those eight brothers were heading down into Myrken Wood.

Now, unfortunately, they weren't quite used to land off the mountains and within two days, the goats had all run off. That wasn't about to stop old Chet though. He raised his hand and said once again, "We MkAfee boys ain't about to get daunted! Heh. Heh. Heh," and so on. Somewhere during the trip it had become his favorite line, replacing "Hey! Get that goat!" the previous frontrunner.

So they marched right on towards Myrken Town, where they quickly found that having no skills meant they didn't amount to much in the big town. Add in that they sure did like to eat a lot and that general thuggery didn't get you too far if you didn't know how to do it well, and they were soon hungry and grumpy and down to only one pair of pants and eight sacks. And Chet wasn't about to give up that pair of pants.

"So how're we going to get money?!" Tib, the youngest of the group, asked a bit too eagerly. Maybe, he was thinking that if Chet kept on failing, they could have a nice family brawl to see who was in charge now.

Chet grumbled, not about to lose the only pair of pants to one of his younger brethren. He had dignity, he did! "We're gonna... Hey! Lookie here!" And he pointed on towards the poster, before scanning the nearby crowd to find a man with glasses. Ah ha! One point, and a few moments later, three of the brothers had dragged the man over and forced him to read the wanted poster out loud. "See. This here's going to be easy, bygum! She's just a weirdo woman! Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh. That bounty'll be the MkAfee boys' in no time!"
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