- Feb 26, 2010
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Mary Flint had kept her head down for several months now. There had been no need to pull any highway heist in the past months. Between the town raiders and being able to loot stolen goods, her coin purse had become quite heavy. Word had reached Mary weeks ago of the sickness that plaqued Ter Mur, and the gargoyles that had been placed in isolation in the run down village at the edge of the water. Mary,herself, had taken a small boat to the shores of the village in the wee hours of the morning to see for herself what was going on. Perhaps the gargoyles had items that were valuable and while sick could not stop her from taking. The stench of sickness and death was all that had greeted her when she arrived. A staggering gargoyle,obviously sick, had spotted her and begged her to help in finding a cure before he had become sick and vomited on her. Mary pushed past the sick gargoyle and headed back to her boat, there was nothing to be had in the village.
Now it had come about that rewards were to be had for helping make the cures and turning them in to the mysterious healer that stood fast in the village of death and sickness. Mary had learned that a huge shipment of cures from various cities had been gathered and was headed towards Ter Mur. Snickering to herself, Mary decided that the cures would be hers, she herself would turn them in and declare the rewards hers. A good coin it would fetch if sold to the right person. As she turned to call out to her band of thugs, a wave of dizziness pasted through her. Her stomach churned and tightened in knots. Grabbing the back of a chair to steady herself, Mary waited for the dreadful feeling to pass. Finally it eased and pushing her sweat drenched hair back from her face, she shakily walked to the door and called out to her band of thugs to come learn of her plan....
Event: A Cure is Mine
Time: 7pm PST
Date: 8/10/12
Meet: Knight Elistan at West Brit Bank
Now it had come about that rewards were to be had for helping make the cures and turning them in to the mysterious healer that stood fast in the village of death and sickness. Mary had learned that a huge shipment of cures from various cities had been gathered and was headed towards Ter Mur. Snickering to herself, Mary decided that the cures would be hers, she herself would turn them in and declare the rewards hers. A good coin it would fetch if sold to the right person. As she turned to call out to her band of thugs, a wave of dizziness pasted through her. Her stomach churned and tightened in knots. Grabbing the back of a chair to steady herself, Mary waited for the dreadful feeling to pass. Finally it eased and pushing her sweat drenched hair back from her face, she shakily walked to the door and called out to her band of thugs to come learn of her plan....
Event: A Cure is Mine
Time: 7pm PST
Date: 8/10/12
Meet: Knight Elistan at West Brit Bank