This roleplay is rated M for the following: Definite Violence, Definite Language, Definite Blood and Gore, Possible Alcohol Usage, Potential Sexual or Suggestive Themes
" And down to the lake where the last we go,
I was not laid, with those down below,
Oh they will wait, the fall and the row, with the trap show, failing from,
Presence from upon,
Harrow winds that falls upon the highs and low "
W A N T E D
AnY And ALL WhO ARe WILLIng TO RISk LIFe AND LImB (AmPUTeeS ALSO WeLCOme), TO TAKe PART In A eXPeDITIOn TO FInD THe LAke OF GOLD.
EnqUeeR AT THE TURF AnD FeATHeR In ZλNλ AnD ASk FOR
(The name Rennie is rather scruffily scribbled out here)
aND aLSO AnDY
(The poster is illustrated at the bottom with a rough doodle of a helmet and a sword)
(Some light mood music)
Zλnλ was always a fun place to be.
The city was a oceanside paradise wrapped in a blanket of elegance and amusement. The place was never quiet, but not necessarily in a irritating way. Music lulled constantly in the background ambience of the place, and a gentle hum of content chatter never wavered. The rich masters of the city were always roaring with laughter at a joke shared between equally wealthy fellows. They seemed to swim through the city's streets on streams of fine silks and flowing satins. While the more common citizens of the Haven bubbled and gushed around them cheerily in their more habitual hand-me-downs.
It was a happy place to be.
So it's no wonder Ronnie stood out like an absolute sore thumb.
Draped in his muted greys and browns, the Duende practically loomed over the happier merrymakers as if he were the reaper himself. One passing merchant had even attempted to give him coin, mistaking him for a poor soul who had drank from the Sea of Sorrows. Andy fit into the place contrastingly well of course. She hopped from foot to foot eagerly, seemingly completely incapable of remaining still.
Her face was awash with pure childish glee, girlish enthusiasm for the upcoming venture utterly unmissable. Daft thing was even still handing leaflets out left right and centre. Most took them with awkward confusion, whereas a rare few visibly scoffed at the mere idea of finding such a thing. Yet it seemed Andy would not lay content until the whole of Tokλ was aware of their quest.
How long had this been nothing but a mere dream now?
It didn't matter. They were going to find it this time.
He may have looked semi-comatose but Andy knew Ronnie was just as eager as she was. He just, showed it differently. That's all.
Ron grabbed one of the leaflets aimlessly as they waited, a weary frown covering his face, "Why here again? As in, this particular pub?"
Andy didn't even look at him when she replied, "Because sarnies are half-price when you've got a group, and Polly know-"
"YOU SPELT MY NAME WRONG."