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Silver City

Silver City

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When the great Dwarves of old reappear with their technologies, how will a corrupt capital city in a world of sword and sorcery and it's residents deal with the quickly changing world.

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Introduction

Background of Kastodoan
Silver City, the capital of the island kingdom known as Kastodoan. Ruled by a long line of Kings and Queens of the family Kas, Kastodoan has a near legendary status as being one of the few known empires to never be conquered in recorded history by a foreign power. It has accomplished this great feat through geography, the coasts of Kastodoan are almost entirely cliff faces, military might, a cunning and cruel hierarchy, and a willingness to do or change whatever may be necessary to be the strongest. These are the ways of Kastodoan and in turn, the ways of Silver City. This willingness to change and adapt for the sake of power has been met with adversity in Kastodoan in recent history however. This came with the return of the great Dwarven empires.
For long enough for it to almost become nothing more than myth, the Dwarves had been gone. Driven underground by the different empires lust for expansion and the Dwarves distaste of magic. Time changes all though, even the attitudes of dwarves, and just twenty years ago they resurfaced hoping to find a different world, one they could live with. They did.
The Gnomes, the first race to hear word due to them being considered close cousins, welcomed them with arms wide open. The very next allies came from a strange new friend in Kastodoan. Strange because no Dwarven cities had ever been on Kastodoan soil and Kastodoan was one of the empires that drove the Dwarves underground in the first place. However in the Dwarves, the late King Elrik Kas saw new power.
The Dwarves, while completely incapable of magic, boasted great technology. Walking metal constructs, moving machines, exploding powders, and weapons that put bows to shame called "guns".
King Elrik, at the displeasure of his senate, welcomed his new allies, asked them to share their technology and in return gave them the full might of Kastodoan. With it the Dwarves quickly carved out their own empire again. The new friends were happy.
And so exists the alliance to this day under the young King Erik of Kastodoan and the Great King Mordun of the Dwarven Republic. A sometimes rocky friendship, but one that neither side is willing to part with.
Silver City
Silver City gained it's name from the vast Silver mines that used to exist under the city, all that remain of the name sake are long forgotten tunnels however. This suits the numerous gangs and black markets that populate just beneath the surface, driven to the depths and crime by the incredible divide between the rich and poor that exists within the city.
The proper Silver City, what is widely considered the city proper or just "Proper", is a circle of high walls and towers 3 miles in diameter. The walls hold in the royal castle, mages collage, senate and the nobles, and keep out anyone who can't afford to have business there.
What surrounds the walls, referred by its people as "The City", is a spider's web of ancient cobbled streets, simple homes and shops, and more recently new steam pipes from the dwarven factories that have started to power different things in the city.
The Dwarven influence in the city is quite obvious for all to see. Pipes and steam vents litter the streets and sidewalks, few but the rich can actually afford the benefits of the new power, though the six power plants only exist in the slums.
Silver City mostly operates as a trading hub, capital city, and base of operations for the Kastodoan military. The city is located just ten miles from the south most coast of Kastodoan but uses the river Caldosas for its trade. The river is wide and deep enough to allow a full docking harbor for the sea ships on the edge of the city.
Silver City has schools, shops, crime, police, industry, trade and life. Silver City is what it's people make it and that's all it ever can be.

The Game
Silver City is a fantasy, sword and sorcery RP with a mix of steampunk thrown in for measure.
The whole story takes place in Silver City, a city of well over 4 million people. The population consists of rich and poor of every race, class, and background. Of all those people you, the player, plays one. You tell the story of your character, your denizen in the city.
No two characters ever need to meet or hear of each other in any way, or your characters can be best friends, siblings, rivals, children, parents, lovers, or just strangers passing on the street.
4 million people, 4 million stories. What's yours?

Weapons in Silver City
Silver City is primarily a sword and sorcery RP so any weapons that would fit into that category are allowed.
There are certain Dwarven "guns" that are allowed in the RP. This is a list of allowed guns for characters.
  • -Blunderbuss (single shot, short range, wide spread, very slow reload)
  • -Rifle (single shot, long range, slow reload)
  • -Revolver (five shots, short range)
  • -Magnum (two shots, med range)
Guns and ammo are extremely rare and expensive in Kastodoan outside of military specialists and certain other government workers. The average person probably doesn't have one.

Allowed "Tech" in Silver City
The two major uses of technology in Silver City are the 6 power plants in different parts of the city and the digging machines. The plants are run by special Dwarven engineers but mainly staffed by locals lucky enough to get jobs in them. The digging machines are owned by the military and used to try and find more deposits of valuable minerals in the mines under the city.
Most Dwarven technology is only enjoyed by the rich in Silver City. Things like indoor heating and occasional hot water is in the slums but that's about the extent.
Within the walls of Silver City however, in addition to what the slums have, they enjoy electric lighting in the streets and homes, a public tram system, and horseless carts. Certain wealthy gang and underworld leaders also have these things.
There are no legal constructs in Kastodoan. Part of the alliance between Kastodoan and the Dwarven Republic is that no construct will be under Kastodoan control.

Character Creation
The most important part of this RP is the writing, but the second most important part is having a good character to write about.
Kastodoan exists in a world of magic so the races and jobs of the RP can reflect that. Below is a list of the most abundant races in Kastodoan. In a world of magic anything can exist and if a player would like to play something else PM the GM to ask.
  • -Humans (Kastodoan is a human empire so these make up most of the populace. Humans aren't especially good or bad at anything, that is their strength, their adaptability. Humans can work with tech, use magic. Anything, but not everything.)
  • -Dwarves (Though newly returned to the world the excitement of seeing the world has made many adventure out into the world. Dwarves are the masters of technology and naturally are better at using it and more likely to have it than any other race. They can not use magic.)
  • -Gnomes (Widely regarded as a jovial, fun loving race. Gnomes are a thin small people that value agriculture, community, nature and a good time. They are cousins of Dwarves but with no tech and some magical ability, mostly having to do with nature in some way.)
  • -Elves (The various elvish tribes that exist in the world vary like the colors of the rainbow but they do agree on two things; magic is life and tradition matters.)
  • -Planetouched (These are not a people so much as something else, human, elf, ect. that somewhere along the family tree blended with a demon or angel and faint traces of the relative still exist therein.)
  • -Ogre (The ogre tribes are not the barbarians and simpletons that the stories would have them be. They are a strong proud people that put emphasis in being excellent at whatever they decide to do. Ogres are less likely to know magic than most races.)

Below is the character outline that all players must fill out when submitting a character. You may add more info if you would like.
Full Name: (with alias if necessary)
Gender:
Race:
Age:
Job:
Physical Description: (Include approximate height, normal clothes, any recognizable features. You may add an image if you like but still write out the description in detail, that's what we're going on.)
Abilities: (I'm expecting some badasses but don't go overboard, everyone has weaknesses. No one is ever perfect.)
Weapon and Equipment: (or weapons. Again don't go crazy, it needs to fit the character.)
Personality: (Think on this, you WILL be held to it. Make a good character, not a God character.)
History: (No need to cover everything, explain why the character is who they are. What lead to where they are in life and who they are today?)
Theme Song: (Optional, 1 or 2)

Toggle Rules

As well as general rules of the site that each player is expected to uphold there are a few more unique to this game.
  • -Silver City should be written in a third person subject style. (You write as a narrator telling the story of your character and just your character. You know your character's thoughts and feelings but not those of other characters and not the future.)
  • -Post at least once a week. (If for some reason you won't be able to write for a time, it is encouraged to PM the GM when and for how long so it is known.)
  • -Silver City is no place for kids, so Adult characters only.
  • -No Godmodding
  • -No attacking or abusive remarks to players Out of Character (OOC).
  • -Metagaming is allowed, if a group of players would like to build backstories to how their characters know each other or similar. All metagaming should be done OOC or in PM and any large decisions should be run through the GM.
  • -Please read and follow the list of allowed tech in the Introduction section.
Any questions or concerns about anything from rules, characters, or behavior of other players should be directed to the GM via PM.
The GM has the right to ban any player at any time for violation of rules or similarly inappropriate behavior.

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Rusty Nail

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District 3's best boozing establishment.

District 3

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Found straight west of the wall.

District 1

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The walled center of the city where the palace, senate, rich housing, and mage's academy are held.

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It had been a quiet couple of days, that should have been a good thing, but it always unsettled Marshal. "Come on sarge, don't we want no crime? Isn't that the whole point of this cop thing?"
He nodded in agreement with the private, he knew that's what he should think but he also knew better. A quiet third district was just a third district where crime was going unseen and undealt with.
He stood in the doorway of the Rusty Nail, his favorite local bar, holding a half empty beer, staring into the street. Where were they? The murderers, the thieves, the rapists. Where were the people that would eventually ruin his day? "Come on Marcus. Get it together. No news is the best news," he said under his breath. As he turned to go back inside it caught his eye. Across the street just behind the barrel, a shoe.
Marshal finished his beer in a gulp, set down the mug, and crossed the street. Bending over to look it was a child's shoe, a little girls based on the bow over the buckle. But where was it's one shoed owner?
Nothing to see really, looked like most alleys in the neighborhood, well worn, damp, foot and hoof prints everywhere. So nothing to see, listen. Sounds of a family eating upstairs, horse trotting by, whimpering. There. It was coming from a half open gate just ahead.
Despite the stone streets and boots he insisted on wearing everywhere he moved in relative silence, an ability that he was proud he was good at. What's that sound? Another voice, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you."
Marshal was next to the gate, the crack open was just large enough to get a good look around. A small courtyard behind the butcher's shop, no windows to see this time of day. A man in a long coat huddled over a small ogre girl. "Pretty little thing", Marshal thought for a second.
At first thought the play was slow, sneak up, catch him unaware. That was the play, till he saw the knife.
In a flash Marshal was up, whip out and flying through the air, the end nearly instantly wrapped around the man's arm. In one good tug he was pulled away and laying flat on the ground.
The lawman walked up, determination in his step, and stopped at the man.
Flashing Bessie, "If you move one inch, I'll blow your damned head off."
The little girl was scared, real scared, but that's the miracle of the badge, it makes the victims feel better. Marshal lifted the girl and carried her to the open gate.
"Did that man hurt you?" She shook her head no, too traumatized to talk.
"Do you live near here?" She pointed out a window on the second floor of the next building.
"Run home ok. I'm gonna handle the bad man then come see if you're ok, ok?" Without a single thought she took off running.
The lawman stood straight and watched her go. As soon as he felt like she was home free he turned back to the man. Now standing and up against the wall, shaking hand holding a knife towards the badge.
"You're gonna pay for this cop!"
"Shut up." The man went silent. Taking a few strong steps at the man Marshal spoke, "You picked the right time of day, everyone is eating but if a kid is late for dinner thats not unusual. You found a perfectly secluded courtyard, butcher's shop is closed for the day. You grabbed her in plain sight on a busy street and not a singly person noticed. You've done this before."
The man looked taken back by the policeman's deductions. "Good luck proving that in your report!"
"Oh there won't be a report."
A hour later Marshal came wondering back in to the bar. "Where ya been sarge? Thought you had passed out in a gutter or something."
"Well thanks for lookin for me then." The boys laugh. "Nah, I was just takin out the trash is all."

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Marshal got one day a week off, one, and he was never one to waste it. Most days started pretty much the same in that he would need to make a greasy breakfast to try and deal with the hangover he probably had. Then Marshal would walk out to the graveyard to say hi to his dad. Lunch would happen either at the Rusty Nail or the deli down the street from his place.
The afternoons were mostly spent drinking and gambling, maybe checking the markets or heading to the horse track to see the races. He enjoyed his days off, he forced himself to.
The single thing he liked to do the most though was sit on the roof outside his third floor apartment with a small wooden keg of beer he'd buy at the Rusty Nail, one mug, and just watch the sun set in silence. Marshal's father always told him that magic existed in the moment right when the sun sank under the horizon, and if you were quiet enough, you could make a wish and the gods would hear you. He believed it as a kid, didn't anymore, but it still made him happy to think about.
Just a couple minutes to go. Beer's fresh, chair's comfortable and there isn't a cloud in the sky. Nothing could go wrong.
"You don't have the right to tell me what to do! I'm almost sixteen!" The neighbor kid, Nal.
"I have all the right in the world! You will stay in and do your studies." Nal's father Pen.
Pen, his wife Fena and Nal lived in the building next door on the second floor. They were a sweet family but thanks to Nal being a pain in the ass teenager they fought a lot, loudly.
Marshal moved to the edge of the roof and looked down at the two arguing on their balcony. "Hey, what's the issue?" Being a cop came with two major character flaws, not seeing one's self as a regular member of society, and nosiness.
"Marshal, tell my dad that I'm mature enough to go to the fights with my friends!"
"I swear to the Gods I'm going to kill this kid Marshal."
A quick glance to the horizon told Marshal he was about out of time, better solve this quick. "First off Nal, mature or not, you're not old enough to get into the fights, they're eighteen and up. And if you and your little friends tried to sneak in I'd have to haul your butts to jail. Secondly Pen, no you won't kill your kid cause then I'd have to take your ass to jail instead and when you got out Fena would beat you to death and I'd have to take her to jail. So both of you quiet the hell down and go back inside, you're disturbin the whole damned neighborhood."
The father and son both looked a little kicked in the teeth but quietly turned to go back inside. Marshal had about turned away Fena poked out her head. A pretty woman for her age, way too pretty for Pen. "Thank you Marshal."
"No problem Fena." A quick look at the sun, almost out of time.
"I swear those two will be the death of me someday."
"Well fathers and sons will fight." Hurry up, hurry up.
"I know, it's every day these days. I think Nal is just ready to be out on his own."
"He will be soon enough, well I'll talk to you later."
"Alright Marshal, have a good night."
Rush to the chair, sit, grab beer, sunset.
"Shit." Missed it. "Gods damn it."

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Prince Valnoral marched out of the Senatorial Congress Hall frustrated as usual; another day of mindless debating about the King's newly found friendship with the Dwarves. Though many senators refused to admit it, there was growing support for good relations with the Dwarven people and their feared and sought-after technology. Senators argued that with the Dwarven weapons, the 'firearms' as they were called, humanity could dominate any opponent: the Elves, the Orcs, even the Dwarves themselves. Valnoral felt that humanity didn't need these heathenistic weapons. The Senate mostly shared this same opinion but Valnoral was losing the support of Senate in favour of the King.

"Pathetic sheep," Valnoral commented to his assistant, Niall, his most loyal of subjects, "They flock to these new ideas as mindlessly as the King has embraced them."
"Agreed, Sire," Niall added, "under your leadership, they would see the error of their ways." Niall was smart to agree; Valnoral would have him replaced in an instance if he suspected the man of incompetence. Niall was a smaller man with longer, dirty-blonde hair with hazel eyes to match. He looked similar to the common form of peasant folk but Valnoral insisted he be better dressed in a royal tunic similar to his to show his allegiance. Black and red were Valnoral typical colours.

"I need a drink, Niall," Valnoral sighed, "and not the Senator's Pub, I tire of that place."
"Of course, Sire."
"Maybe one of the smaller ones the peasantry is quite fond of."
"You sure that will be safe, Sire?" Niall's concern was easily detected. "Do you wish for me to prepare a bodyguard for you."
"No that won't be necessary, Niall. I can protect myself." Valnoral was never afraid of a confrontation; he welcomed it.

After wandering through the streets, Niall stopped Valnoral in front of a medium-sized building.
"The Rusty Nail?" Valnoral read aloud, a hint of disgust in a voice. "This will due." Upon entering the establishment, the bartender gasped in great surprise of his new guest. Valnoral detected a bit of fear in the man's voice too.
"My lord!" He bowed in respect to the prince.
"As you were, barkeep," Valnoral commanded as he and Niall sat down. "I want a drink...whatever's strongest." Valnoral looked around; the people were surprised to see him. Royalty never walked around these parts without risk of beggars and thieves finding them. The public was all too familiar with Valnoral's ruthless reputation along with his zero tolerance of criminals. If it were up to him, martial law would be enforced immediately, but the King believed in establishing guards and local police forces. Valnoral turned back around to see a tall glass with a dark liquid floating inside. The prince reached into his pocket and threw a handful of coins on the table as he knocked back the drink with ease.

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Marshal saw the look on James' face as he ran up. James had just started in the district and every little thing seemed to excite him, he'd grow out of it eventually, but this was different somehow.
"Sir, sir!" The only worlds the poor out of breath kid could manage.
"Calm down. What is someone dead?"
"No sir." Deep breath in. "It's the prince. General Valnoral is at the Nail."
Marshal let out a loud laugh. "I'm sure."
"No, he is. I saw him myself. He isn't even in regular clothes or anything. He looks like he came straight from the palace or something."
"Bodyguards?"
"I don't think so sir."
A few worried thoughts crept into Marshal's head. "Alright show me." Was this for real? Not district 3, Marshal didn't need this kind of headache.
It was only a few blocks to the Rusty Nail bar and they ran the whole way but it still seemed like an eternity. Worst case scenarios of one of the local gangs getting there first or some magic loyalists attack him for being on the senate or a Dwarven sympathizer taking a pot shot from across the street, any such nightmare was a possibility.
They stopped out front and through the window they could see the king's younger brother. Everyone in the bar keeping their distance.
"See." James pointed out.
"Yeah I see." Marshal took a quick look around, people were talking and staring and the word was getting out quick. Someone undesirable would hear soon enough. "Alright James I want you to find every last cop, member of the militia, and city guard you can find and bring them back here in five minutes. I want a full three block perimeter in all directions. You got me?"
"Yes sir!" James was off like a flash, he was new but he was also eager. Marshal only hoped he'd find a decent group.
"Alright Marshal what's the play?" He gave the area another quick look over. Still no real issues. "Well hell. Let's do this."
He straightened himself up and started to walk towards the door of the bar. He'd been around royal types before, a couple cousins or Jarls or some such crap always came to the policeman's ball every year. Probably just there to feel more important than they were. This however, this was something else, this was Prince Valnoral Kas, King Elrik's brother. Marshal was good at a great many things but tact was something he had always struggled with. It served him well as a sheriff but any time other then talked to his deputies or yelling at a perp generally ended in him saying something he didn't really want to. He knew this about himself.
He approached the table and stood next to the prince. Bowing low, he knew the protocol at least, he spoke. "My prince, I am Marcus Shurloft, Sheriff of District 3. Is there anything that I can do for you, perhaps have my men escort you safely to the gates of District 1?"

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Kastodoan, Abel's home since he was a boy. It was different to him then, seemed brighter, he found solace here. Not anymore. There was no peace to be found here, not for him, not here. This city had fallen, it's time had come. Like the ruined cities of old it had become a breeding ground for suffering and injustice. The hope of a new dawn had died years ago leaving only darkness in it's wake. Abel was the personification of that darkness. The cruel unfairness of a life snatched away for what seemed like tragic chance, the flip of a coin. By Abel's hand fathers never came home to their children, mothers never again got to kiss their little ones goodnight. He brought death to all, good or evil, just or wicked made little difference to the killer of men. The utter hilarity of seeing life as black and white as the good men and the bad was pathetic and naive to him. The world was coated in a morally grey cloud stitched together from the lies, deceit and cruelty of the denizens of this city. This city is afraid of him. For he had seen its true face. The streets are little more than extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood. Soon the drains will fill with their gorey payload and all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and nobles will look up and shout for a savior yet none will come. There will be only Abel, the killer of men, looking down at them unflinching in his gaze like the cold stare of death itself. Abel saw all the secrets of this city and those who called it home. It was astounding what dark truths one could glean by waiting in the shadows and merely listening. He knew about the kings elicit affair with the councilman's wife. He knew that the heir to the Coliatt fortune was not a true heir but merely a bastard placed in that position after the murder of his whore mother by his father the Duke of Geraldine.

Abel stood now on the edge of a roof, peering down at the filthy city below him as a familiar face passed beneath his gaze. The bold and brave Marshal Marcus Shurloft. The less than noble Sheriff of District 3 was rushing to his usual haunt, The Rusty Nail, but this day unlike most days he was not there for a drink. He was there to save a life. Much like the young ogre girl's life he'd saved earlier that day. Abel had inspected the body of the man murdered by the illustrious bringer of justice hours prior. His long coat lay in tatters as his blood pooled around his fresh corpse. His skull caved in from countless shots to the head from a set of brass knuckles. Yet here he was, upholding the law once more, this time the life was that of a prince. A foolish act of bravado and missed placed courage landed the Brother of King Elrik in the less than reputable drinking house. His overconfidence would prove his downfall. So sure of his own abilities he saw himself as too far removed from the common peasantry that one could not simply reach out and place a knife in his belly. The arrogance of nobility was astounding most days yet this one had shown a mastery of it beyond any seen before. The great Prince Valnoral Kas, though did not know it, owed a thanks to whatever God he prayed to that Abel had not been hired to eliminate the prince this day. For if he had snatching the life from his body here would have been child's play. Too easy for a crowd to swell around the brother of the king, too easy for a knife to find it's way between his ribs. All the fault of the poor and desperate sods of District 3. The death would have been chalked up to the arrogant belief that a prince could stroll into a bar in one of the poorest sections of the city and leave unscathed.

Fortunately for the prince Abel was not here with the task of killing princes. He was merely passing through on his journey to his true target. The infamous Police Commissioner of Kastodoan, James B. Gordon. He resided in District 1 and as he sat in his office, no doubt sipping a glass of his favorite Serrice Ice Brandy he would soon learn of the foolhardy actions of the prince and be forced to head down to the 3rd District to collect the King's brother. He would, however, never arrive to relieve the good Marshal of his current duty.

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Prince Valnoral was interrupted from his drink by a member of the local law enforcement: the sheriff. District 3 was not the safest place, and the prince did not envy this sheriff's ongoing task of preserving law and stability. Valnoral wondered what was transpiring for the sheriff to approach him personally. It didn't take long for the Prince to become aware of the situation. He sighed as the sheriff offered him safe passage of the 3rd District. Valnoral should have expected something like this to unfold. The sheriff, Marcus Shurloft, had already prepared for the prince's extraction before he interrupted the prince's drink; Valnoral noticed three other policemen march into the bar and begin preparations of a perimeter.

"I assure you, Sheriff, that I do not need any extra protection," Prince Valnoral assured Marcus, "If you're going to protect royalty, might I suggest you guard my brother; his recent... political decisions may have earned him the favour of the Dwarves and a large amount of Kastodoans, but I fear there are those who would seek to change his new decisions in more violent ways." More police poured into the building.
"I am trying to protect this great kingdom using diplomacy and peace, but if there are those who wish to commit acts of aggression against me, then so be it. A strong Prince doesn't need a legion of bodyguards to defend himself." Valnoral did have his own group of privately trained bodyguards. They were loyal to only him and fought using different tactics than the standard Kastodoan Army.

Prince Valnoral had never been attacked in the districts and felt that no peasant would be foolish enough to attempt an assassination. The prince dismissed Marcus Shurloft and his means of providing security. Valnoral slowly walked away from the sheriff and Niall followed in suit. In the corner of his eye, Valnoral noticed a policeman pushing his way through the crowds of people gathering around. The man pulled out a new weapon, a magnum as they called it and aimed the weapon towards the prince.

"Racist warmonger!" he cried, "For free Kastodoan!" He aggresively pulled the trigger.
"No!" Niall shouted as he pushed the prince out of the bullet's trajectory. Niall took the mpact of the projectile directly into his chest. He fell violently to the floor and rolled to his side, clutching the wound.
"Niall..." Valnoral muttered in disbelief. His mutter turned into a war cry as he charged the gunman who was readying his aim to shoot the prince. Valnoral caught up to the man before he could fire a second time. The prince grabbed the man's arm and twisted it violently, causing the man to drop his firearm. Valnoral drove his elbow into the man's twisted arm, breaking it at the joint. The policeman fell to his knees, holding the arm and groaning in agony. Without hesitation, Valnoral mercilessly grabbed the man's head and twisted with all his might to snap the neck with a sickening crack. The lifeless body fell to the ground as peasants looked on in horror. Valnoral walked to Niall's fallen corpse. Like the would-be assassin, his body had ceased all movements.

"You have served me well Niall," Valnoral blankly stated, "May you find peace in the afterlife." Valmoral rushed to the sheriff.
"Perhaps I will be taking that escort back to the 1st District," Valnoral admitted, "but only by you and your most trusted men; it seems there is some corruption within the ranks of District 3's Police Force." Valnoral was disgusted that a Dwarf-Sympathiser would make his way within the ranks of the policing forces in the districts. The prince knew this was also an opportunity he couldn't waste; a Dwarf-Sympathiser attempted to kill a member of the royal family and failed: it was going to be the main topic of the next Senatorial Gathering.

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A deadly assassin and one of the most wanted men in all of Kastodoan.

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Just a simple sheriff in a less than simple town.

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Just a simple sheriff in a less than simple town.

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District 3's best boozing establishment.

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Found straight west of the wall.

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The walled center of the city where the palace, senate, rich housing, and mage's academy are held.

Rusty Nail

District 3's best boozing establishment.

District 3

Found straight west of the wall.

District 1

The walled center of the city where the palace, senate, rich housing, and mage's academy are held.

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This seems really awesome, I've been wanting to jump into a world like this recently. I'll work up an app and send it to you asap :]

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