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Post by Stix on Jul 3, 2008 12:21:31 GMT -5
Ragpicker's Square is still abuzz with activity, even in the dead of night and with no light to be found. Roenthad's sunrod stands out like a brilliant beacon, drawing all eyes to the pair.
"This's my favorite place ta do this," the bariaur says to Silver. "Hold this." He thrusts the wand toward her, slipping one shoulder out of the pack harnessed to his back. Rummaging through it for a moment, he produces a tightly-wrapped burlap sack, trading it for the sunrod with a crooked grin.
(The sack weighs roughly 50 lbs., and seems to be filled with coins.)
"Go on," he goads. "Prove you're Sinker material."
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 19, 2008 15:25:28 GMT -5
Hefting the heavy coin sack, Quicksilver climbs to the closest high-point - a pile of rubble, a stack of crates, a sagging verandah - still within range of the Sinker's light. Holding the bag aloft, she bellows in the loudest voice she can manage; and she was boisterous, even for a human.
"Oiy! Bashers! The high-ups of the Cage want ye ta 'ave nothin'! They want ye ta suffer 'n' die 'ere without a copper ta yer name, an yet they live it up in the heights of luxury! Even now they conspire ta take back what little ye've got left! I say nay! I say pike-it, if'n ye thinks ya can take me stingers away!" Slicing open the sack with her barbed fist, she begins hurling handfuls of shiny gold coins down onto the square.
"Take it! Take it all!" She bellows, still throwing gold down onto the crowd. "Take back what the high-ups 'ave denied ye!"
"Take tha gold tha high-ups 'ave stolen from ye!"
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Post by Stix on Sept 13, 2008 15:05:05 GMT -5
Handful after handful of copper, silver, and gold splashes across the weathered square.
In mere moments, nigh everyone in sight dashes in Silver's direction -- beggars and collectors, touts and chantmongers, whores and pickpockets, even scattered Dustmen and Xaositects -- in a clamor to seize the free money. The few smart spivs to arrive first grab what they can scoop up in a handful or two and keep running. The rest dig in, searching through puddles and hunting for the most valuable coins they can scavenge.
As any leatherhead could predict, the scrabblers begin to fight among themselves. Less expectedly, six of them dash straight for Silver, trying to pull her from the low wall and tear the sack of jink away from her to claim it for themselves. All the while, Roenthad's mad laughter booms over the chaos....
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Sept 14, 2008 9:01:39 GMT -5
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