Esos Log.

the burly, red-bearded young man says gesturing around in crobelle:
'Home sweet home.'

The burly, red-bearded young man leaves north.
You follow the burly, red-bearded young man.




The Kavka Family Market [NESW]

This small market area holds a few stalls that work specifically for the
Kavka family and no other. Each stall is draped with grey and black ribbons
and banners, the family crest of two crossed swords prominantly displayed.
The sounds of conversation and laughter can be heard here, as well as the
occasional voiced raised in anger, as they swell into the roar that all
crowds exhibit.
The burly, red-bearded young man has arrived from the south.

You are hungry.

The burly, red-bearded young man walks through the busy market, nodding to
several as he passes.

The burly, red-bearded young man leaves north.
You follow the burly, red-bearded young man.


A Sculpture Garden [N(E)SWQ]

Flooding the area, lush, emerald green grasses wave and bend in the
slightest of breeze, their blades soft but thick. Roped off, the area has
been designated as a sculpture garden, several large statues placed at equal
intervals apart. Most of the statues are made of gleaming white marble,
their hue a stark contrast to the grasses below. The rope itself is thick
and woven of grey and black threads, hanging in a scalloped fashion from one
waist-high pole to the next. In the center of the garden a group of benches
have been placed around a small fountain, resting upon a circular space of
pretty, red brick.
The burly, red-bearded young man has arrived from the south.

The burly, red-bearded young man leaves north.
You follow the burly, red-bearded young man.


A Large Courtyard [(N)ES(W)]

Tiny pebbles make up the rounded stone path that opens toward the house
beyond. On either side of the path, two half circles of short, emerald
green grass stretch out, planted with lovely flowers of varying hues.
Violet, burgandy, blue, gold, pink, and red fold over each other in waves of
color that seem to burst from the soil. A statue rests in the center of
each half-circle, and a curved bench sits here, crafted of wood. In between
the two half-circles, a large fountain rests, spraying water from the top of
a complex series of spherical stones that trickle water into a large pool at
the base.
An ivy-covered bench sits against the southern wall.
A white marble fountain rests atop the brick floor, surrounded by silvery
flowers.
A large barrel has been placed here.
The burly, red-bearded young man has arrived from the south.

You looks about, nodding as his gaze drinks in the surrounding courtyard.

The burly, red-bearded young man makes his way over to the bench, easing down.

You sit down at an ivy-covered stone bench.

The burly, red-bearded young man sits down at an ivy-covered stone bench.


Crafted of heavy, brilliant-white marble that is veined in silver, this
fountain has been crafted by a master hand. The base of the fountain is a
simple, round band that has a narrow lip off of the edge. Filled with
crystal clear water, the liquid fills up and pours out into itself. At the
waterline, cherubs tilt their heads up, each holding a very tall, sleneder
trumpet of the same marble. From the bells of each trumpet, the water
spills, splashing into the pool below, creating a relaxing, bubbling sound.


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says settling in in crobelle:
'I was going to tell you, it seems our thief knows the Hunting Lodge well.'

You eases onto the bench with a heavy sigh, watching the water spill from the
fountain.

At your table you say in crobelle:
'I like it here. Peaceful.'

You think: Am I broken by this Nadu bitch? Me? The son of Griff?

You concentrate on noises around you.


Nearby to the east:
Nothing.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Riel hinted to me that the thief thinks I owe him a favor for drumming me up some locksmithing business.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says cracking a smile in
crobelle:
'Yes, it is. '

You gazes wistfully at the fountain, but glances aside at the burly, red-bearded
young man, clearly listening.

You think: If only I could secure your complete loyalty Heilyn.

You think: The monopoly on arms and armor should be yours.. by birth right.

You feel frustrated at lack of ideas.

You think: Well damnit Cross think.

You think: He wants it as much as I do. Control over his family's business.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says looking aside to the
corpulent, mustached man in crobelle:
'What else can you tell me that I may have missed?'

You think: He already has this mansion. What more does he need. He isn't hungry. Not like my brother. My sister. We're hurting.

At your table you say just gazing at the fountain, his voice matter-of-fact in
crobelle:
'I've planted my brother in the Company. To take over.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'It is important to my family's business that we have control of the only
standing army in the city.'

The sun glows brightly over the east.
The Great Red Sphere glows dim on the northern sky.
The moon is slowly moving across the heavens.
The sky is clear and a soft western breeze blows.

It is late morning. Day of the Sphere, 23rd of the Month of the Grasslands.
Year 20 of the Emerald Age.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says nodding once in crobelle:
'Do I know this brother?'

You lifts his dark eyes skyward, searching out the moon.


At your table you say in crobelle:
'Luzaerio? I doubt it. He braids his beard and is large like me.. though not as
tall and not as fat.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'I've wanted him to meet you. But you've been busy I understand.'

The burly, red-bearded young man seems to take a moment to take this in, head
dipping side to side.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'I have, but that is coming to a close.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'It's good, because I am looking to make use of the Company soon.'

At your table you say looking down and then over, staring at the burly,
red-bearded young man in crobelle:
'Do you know why the Nadu have so much money and control?'


You sets a gold-topped walking cane in his lap and reaches for his hat.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says blowing out a breath in
crobelle:
'They happened to have transported most of the wealth from Old Kaiden.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'Ah yes. Kavka loaded up the weapons and armor.. Kaden was too busy protecting
everyone, and the jewellers were smart enough to actually raid the banks.'

You lets out a cold dark chuckle.

At your table you say in crobelle:
'Fuck that is brilliant.'

You think: I wish we had thought of that. That was ages ago though.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says smoothing his beard with a
sweep of his hand in crobelle:
'That it was.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'I don't think I'll ever get my business going.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says looking over in crobelle:
'And what do you plan to do then?'

You runs a palm back over his head, wiping oil on the front of his coat.

You feel hopeless, and the gut wrenching tingle of rage in your gut.

At your table you say in crobelle:
'Mm. Live. Eat. Die. Eventually.'

You are hungry.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says after a brief, deep chuckle
that only lasts a breath in crobelle:
'Well.'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'Motivation comes fleeting. Like a whisper. It tugs at me and pulls me
sometimes.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'Then you find your door a pile of tinder and you just shrug.'

You shrugs.

You are carrying:
a stiff, felt hat of dour grey

[ Ok. Character saved. ]


At your table you say in crobelle:
'Sometimes as insane as he was. I think Griff had it right.'

You chuckles at that and shakes his head.


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says glancing over in crobelle:
'Feeling particularly downtrodden, aren't you?'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Well, I have a new direction.'

You think: I don't even have enough money to retire comfortably. Hmm. Food sounds good right now.. I am always getting hungry.

You think: A nice big platter of steamed..

You lets out a yawn and covers it with his bearish hand.

At your table you say in crobelle:
'Let's hear your grand plans master smith.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Hardly grand.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Just practical.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'I'm looking to get a few men of my own. Well-outfitted, hopefully well trained.'

You drapes one of his meaty arms over the back of the bench, looking aside to
the burly, red-bearded young man.


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'One way or another, I'm going to get a mine.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'I'll either buy the Lodge's or take it if they won't sell.'


At your table you say chin lifting a bit in understanding in crobelle:
'Ahh.. well good luck with the Lodge rampaging outside. And Nadu pulling every
string in the city to do as they please.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says shaking his head in
crobelle:
'What the hunters want with a mine they never work I'll never understand anyhow.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'The Lodge is backed by Nadu. Not only that they are filthy rich.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'They can buy anything they want. They have zero competition and fear nothing.
An unfortunate series of events led to this hence my wishing of luck upon you.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says to the corpulent, mustached
man in crobelle:
'And what else am I to do?'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says to the corpulent, mustached
man in crobelle:
'And yes, I know just how they operate.'


At your table you say waving a hand at the fountain in crobelle:
'Sit back and enjoy the view. Eat extravagent meals with me. Talk.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says with a sigh in crobelle:
'It would be nice to stay on their good side, because I currently am.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'Mmm. Yes. Pander to them. That is the Kavka way?'

You think: Is that my way? To grovel at someones feet? Is it?!

You feel depressed... and hungry.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Until I have allies and men I can count on, I imagine I'll have to content myself with funding expeditions for new mines.'


At your table you say fire now in his eyes as he looks over at the burly,
red-bearded young man in crobelle:
'Is that the Kaden way?'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says to the corpulent, mustached
man, snorting in crobelle:
'Oh no. It's called biding my time.'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'Ah. Patience.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'I can't wait to see where that gets you my friend.'


You looks back to the fountain, face softening once more to lazy content.


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says to the corpulent, mustached
man in crobelle:
'Do you have a few dozen men I can borrow to 'fix' the hunting lodge?'

You chuckles at the burly, red-bearded young man in amusement.


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says looking to the fountain
himself now in crobelle:
'I'm not a fighter. Either I have the men or I don't.'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'I have nothing but the fragments of Griffs empire. I had ideas, I had
aspirations to rekindle it all but I am a joke.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'My brother thinks we can restart the business. But likely he'll become a dog
for Nadu just like Thresh was.'



At your table you say in crobelle:
'Loyalty is the most important thing to a good leader. If I had a crew I'd be
using them to secure the location for my hotel. Not sleeping in the Bastard
because I can die at any moment to some idiot with a dart.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says looking to the corpulent,
mustached man in crobelle:
'I would like very much to meet your brother.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'How's Zacharie?'


You leans cheek to fist and just closes his eyes, face lined with exhaustion and
anxiety.

You are hungry.


At your table you say muttering the words in crobelle:
'I don't bother with Kadens anymore. They have bent their knees to the
bejewelled hand of the Nadu.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'The only Kadens that matter to me came from the nutsack of Griff. My brother
and two sisters. If I can secure them a future I will.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says licking his lips in
crobelle:
'So, there really is no one out there who doesn't bow down to Nadu, huh?'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'The lodge, the Grey Company.'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'I don't. And as you can see I'm done. I'm through. They blocked all my
building plans.'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'The councillor threw five thousand coin in my face at the tournament. Knew I
couldn't cover a bet that large.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'It doesn't even matter. She said keep it. Just to show me how much money they
have.'

You lets out a sad disappointed chuckle.


You think: Fuck me eh? Fuck Griffs youngest son. Fat and useless.

think: Fuck it. I'll tell him how I really feel..

At your table you say in crobelle:
'I'd cut her fuckin' throat if I had the chance.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says rubbing a hand over his
beard in crobelle:
'The thief is probably hers too, eh?'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Our favorite thief?'


At your table you say with a half hearted shrug in crobelle:
'I don't care.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'I'm going to eat. Get even fatter and enjoy my coin until it's gone.'


You grins and pats his hefty gut.


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says looking over at the
corpulent, mustached man in crobelle:
'You're done, hmm?'

You just nods at the burly, red-bearded young man.


You are hungry.


At your table you say in crobelle:
'Sorry Heilyn. I tried. What the fuck can I do?'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says watching the water of the
fountain in crobelle:
'I'm starting to wonder what the fuck I can even do.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'The Nadu control -everything-'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'And they are not well disposed towards Kavka.'


At your table you say words dripping with scorn in crobelle:
'Fuck this city. Fuck the council. Fuck the Nadu.'

The burly, red-bearded young man opens a soft, black leather shoulder pack.


The burly, red-bearded young man gets a soft, leather waterskin from a soft,
black leather shoulder pack.

The burly, red-bearded young man quietly uncorks his skin of water, bringing it
to his lips.


The burly, red-bearded young man drinks water from a soft, leather waterskin.


You leans finger to his cheek, eyes staring with derision at the space before
him.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says after a moment in crobelle:
'Biding my time will probably just let them entrench even further.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Moving now is suicide.'


You rubs his huge hand over his face and into his eyes, exhaling.


At your table you say in crobelle:
'I don't even fucking care. Like I said I'm gonna sit around, get fat and watch
the farce.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says with a snort in crobelle:
'Ah well. I suppose I can charge ludicrous prices for weapons.'


At your table you say in crobelle:
'A shame the councillors for Kaden and Kavka are all but ghosts.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'They are. Haven't met either.'

The burly, red-bearded young man drinks water from a soft, leather waterskin.


After his drink, the burly, red-bearded young man slowly corks the waterskin
again.

The burly, red-bearded young man puts a soft, leather waterskin in a soft, black
leather shoulder pack.


The burly, red-bearded young man closes a soft, black leather shoulder pack.

At your table you say leaning back and closing his eyes, body slumping in
crobelle:
'Make as much money as you can. It's all coming from one person anyway.'



You smacks his lips and his stomach rumbles audiblyu.

At your table you say looking around in crobelle:
'Well. At least you have this place. It's nice.'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says simply in crobelle:
'At least.'

At your table you say grinning, his face flushing with embarassment in crobelle:
'I'm on the streets.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says looking to the corpulent,
mustached man in crobelle:
'Do you know a trade?'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'Oh if Griff could see me now.'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'I've money. Just spending it slowly. And no I don't work with my hands
really.'

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'Well, then.'

At your table you say in crobelle:
'Not gonna starve anytime soon. Plenty of resserves.'


You cackles out as he smacks his gut.


There are currently 13 visible players in the game.
Most players on: 44

It is high noon. Day of the Sphere, 23rd of the Month of the Grasslands.
Year 20 of the Emerald Age.


You mops his brow with a kerchief as beads of sweat gather.

The burly, red-bearded young man sits quietly for a long time.


At your table you say shifting his bulk on the stone bench in crobelle:
'Well. Not much else needs to be said hm?'


At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'I can sit quietly behind my forge and make some coins.'

You are using:
<over the shoulder> a soft, black leather shoulder pack
<worn about body> a cape-furled, dour grey overcoat
<worn on body> a plain, long-sleeved cotton shirt
<worn around wrist> a bracelet of gold-painted wooden beads
<worn around wrist> a thin golden bracelet
<l.index finger> a thin, twisting gold ring
<right ring finger> a thin, twisting, gold and silver ring
<secondary hand> a gold-topped walking cane
<worn as a belt> a black leather belt
<worn on legs> a pair of dour grey cotton pants
<lower undergarment> a pair of white cotton briefs
<worn on feet> a simple pair of black leather shoes

You wear a stiff, felt hat of dour grey on your head.

You slowly puts on his hat and sighs, grabbing up a gold-topped walking cane.

At your table the burly, red-bearded young man says to the corpulent, mustached
man in crobelle:
'You confirmed my worse suspicions.'

The burly, red-bearded young man stands up, leaving an ivy-covered stone bench.

The burly, red-bearded young man tells you in crobelle:
'Thanks for coming.'


You say clasping the head of his cane pushing it into the ground in crobelle:
'Sorry Heilyn.'


You stand up, leaving an ivy-covered stone bench.


You tell the burly, red-bearded young man in crobelle:
'Always.'

You grimaces and shakes out his foot.

You reaches to his knee and rubs a bit before leaning heavily on the cane and
glancing back at the fountain dreamily.


You say in crobelle:
'So sad. The yearning desire of a fat pathetic man to return his family to
former glory.'


You lets out a chuckle and tugs on the brim of a stiff, felt hat of dour grey.

You tell the burly, red-bearded young man in crobelle:
'Let's leave this place before I cry.'


You looks pensively at the burly, red-bearded young man.


--------------------- Languages known ---------------------

darvish 100% crobelle 100%


--------------------- Combat skills -----------------------

bludgeoning weapons 16% defense 21%
offense 21% single weapon style 11%


--------------------- Manipulation skills -----------------

compare 100% value 100%


--------------------- Other skills ------------------------



the burly, red-bearded young man says in crobelle:
'When the city is in dire straights for weapons, I suppose I can get rich. That's about all I can hope for, eh?'

You gives the burly, red-bearded young man a musingly sad look and just nods.

The burly, red-bearded young man leaves south.
You follow the burly, red-bearded young man.



The Kavka Family Market [NESW]

This small market area holds a few stalls that work specifically for the
Kavka family and no other. Each stall is draped with grey and black ribbons
and banners, the family crest of two crossed swords prominantly displayed.
The sounds of conversation and laughter can be heard here, as well as the
occasional voiced raised in anger, as they swell into the roar that all
crowds exhibit.
The burly, red-bearded young man has arrived from the north.


The burly, red-bearded young man leaves south.
You follow the burly, red-bearded young man.


The Kavka Enclave Entryway [N(S)]

Two enormous oak doors stand just inside the enclave's walls. Nine peds
high, the walls seem to obstruct the view of the goings on within. Grey and
black banners billow in the breeze, on either side of the doorway, each
bound at the top and bottom with broad black ribbon. Two old, crossed
swords made of bronze rest above the door, a single, large onyx stone
resting within the hilts of each. The soil underfoot is dark, nearly black,
and smells warm and earthy.
The burly, red-bearded young man has arrived from the north.


Outside of the Kavka Enclave [NS]

Two enormous oak gates stand just inside the enclave's walls. Nine peds
high, the walls seem to obstruct the view of the goings on within. Grey and
black banners billow in the breeze, on either side of the doorway, each
bound at the top and bottom with broad black ribbon. Two old, crossed
swords made of bronze rest above the door, a single, large onyx stone
resting within the hilts of each. The soil underfoot is dark, nearly black,
and smells warm and earthy.
The muscular, dark-tanned human soldier patrols here.
The burly, red-bearded young man has arrived from the north.


The burly, red-bearded young man closes the gate.


The burly, red-bearded young man locks the gate.


You leans heavily on his cane as he steps out.

You raises his eyes to the sky and espies the sun position with a melancholy
smile.

The burly, red-bearded young man tells you his lips pursed as he follows the
gaze in crobelle:
'Might as well bleed the coin off of them.'

The burly, red-bearded young man shrugs.


You tell the burly, red-bearded young man in crobelle:
'Do it.'


The burly, red-bearded young man tells you in crobelle:
'That I will.'

You nods sagely.


The burly, red-bearded young man tells you in crobelle:
'The money will eventually find its way to me.'


You tell the burly, red-bearded young man in crobelle:
'Take care Heilyn.'

The burly, red-bearded young man tells you in crobelle:
'Take care.'


You stop following the burly, red-bearded young man.


You trudges off into the dim setting sun light of the streets, head down.

Outer Wall Road [NEW]

Nestled under the towering, graying stone walls that surround the city,
this road is narrow in most instances, the suffocating crush between nearby
building and the wall itself. Comprised of broken, dusty gravel that turns
easily under footfall, the poor maintenance of the road making it less than
ideal for routine travel. The stagnant air along the pathway has the heavy
stench of decay clinging to it, mixed with the sour smell of dust and time.

I tried to RP with everybody around me. I don't know how I burned bridges with anybody as lurklord claims. I honestly tried my damndest to wine and dine and shmooze everyone I could to get some power but it just never happened. hell I went to nadu and bowed my head when I FIRST met her and she said she wouldn't even SPEAK with me. It was the most insulting thing I ever heard.

I also wrote over 20 letters and tried to have them delivered to players, never did I ever receive anything back. I wrote a couple of books about military tactics that Crosolino learned from his father. Etc etc etc. Put a lot of time and effort into the game.

Nothing is wasted. I had fun. I learned a lot about myself as a roleplayer. I got to play with an old friend. I'm happy I tried Esos and might go back someday depending if things change.