Ellie Dalton
"You ready for this Ains?" asks Ellie with a grin.
Ainsley snorts.
"I may not be a scrav like yerself Ellie, but Da Dalton didn't raise no wiltin' lillies," she responds haughtily.
"He sure didn't," Ellie agrees, grin widening as she heads towards the newly formed fissure. As...
OPTIONS:
You've made your choice, act the host.
Leave the Inn through the door in the basement.
While in the kitchen, make yourself clear to Rita.
Write in.
Briefly, you consider fleeing. Just running away, one leg in front of the other until all of this... badness is behind you. But you can't. This is your inn. Your village. If it doesn't have you, it doesn't have anybody.
That settles it. Gritting your teeth (as quietly as possible mind), you...
I hesitated. Granted, I didn't have a whole load of reasons not to join the Protectorate. But those reasons... they were big reasons. Human clones were pretty illegal after all. I was going to try and sidestep the question when I realised that Jeweler had done the same.
"We- Hey wait a second...
@Jaye It's okay, I've hardly been all that up to date with this myself. Alternating being busy with stuff, bouts of laziness, and personal problems. Ah, life. But yeah, I'll take control of Lott for a little bit and have them bow out.
As for @PixelWitch, roll 2d6, and add your Protect you it...
OPTIONS:
Act as if nothing is happening, continue cleaning.
Leave the Inn through the door in the basement.
Ask if anyone would like some sweetbreads for the desert, and help yourself.
Write in.
Despite DuChamp's worried stares, you can't help but feel curious about whatever he said his "wares" were. He distinctly used the word "them". The implication leaves a cold weight pulling at the bottom of your stomach. You don't know why.
Carefully, you pick up your mostly empty plate...
"Wow, you really did your research on these guys," I comment as we walk.
Jeweler makes a non-committal snort.
"Eh, not really,"
"So, wait, if Protectorate tinkers really do make uh... "mad bank", how come you're working in Toybox instead?"
A sly glance is thrown my way.
"A good question is...
OPTIONS:
Inquir as to what's going on.
Excuse yourself from the table, go hide.
Ignore it, try and remain unobtrusive, but ask Maeve to go check out on the men outside.
Write in.
"That's nice. I'm Miss Lucy, of the Ashen Witch Inn. I made the stew that's filling your belly."
You lay on the sickly sweet tone, and DuChamp's foul expression deepens. Quickly, it slides off his face, and he puts his nose in the air. A glare is momentarily directed at Nate, as if daring him...
I'll dig around, see if I can find them, then PM them to folks.
The thirty days thing kinda busts my whole continue with my quests thing. They're locked until I gt permissions again...
Alright, before I can properly set this back up, I really do need to confirm who and all is still interested in this?
I know I've been particularly bad at keeping it going, but we have had a lot of confusion with people just straight up dropping out or stopping responding.
@Grey @PixelWitch...
@Jaye @The Fuzz @Grey @Riuma @Dusky @PixelWitch
Get ready for more work, 'cause the Doge is getting back into the swing of things.
Seriously though, sorry for the massive dearth in posts. I'm a lazy bitch, and to be quite frank, this was inexcusable for me to do. I mean, on the bright side, I...
@Teh Frixz @Blackadder @Captain Hesperus @PixelWitch @ehmygirl @Grey @The Fuzz
Dangit, this game has been going far too long to just let it peter out like this!
Lenore just set up literatally everybody to go do stuff and have their own little arcs!
Seriously though, are people waiting on me...