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Go to the Bakery

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:43:03 GMT

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With a sigh, you head down the road, desperately wanting to explore the city. You shake your head. You must focus on the task at hand. Soon, you come to the Bakery, and open the door, a grin popping on your face from the bell chime.
"Hello, how may I help you?" A balding man with grey hair, silver eyes, a red shirt, jeans and brown shoes, and an apron.
"I'm looking for David" you say nervously.
"That's me, right here. Now, how can I help you?"
"I was curious as to whether you have seen a black lab?" You ask.
"Yeah, earlier this morning. He was trying to steal some bread. Luckily, I shooed him off before he could steal a piece."
"Where did he go?" You ask, a bit annoyed
"I'm not sure. You might have to ask around town." he says, turning around to head into the storage room.

An hour later, you find the marketplace, where hundreds of people are bustling around. A few people stand out: an apothecary. A carpenter. A painter. A potter.

[[Talk to the Apothecary]]|[[Talk to the carpenter]]|[[Talk to the painter]]|[[Talk to the Potter]]

Go to the Bakery

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:41:41 GMT

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'''With a sigh, you head down the road, desperately wanting to explore the city. You shake your head. You must focus on the task at hand. Soon, you come to the Bakery, and open the door, a grin popping on your face from the bell chime.
"Hello, how may I help you?" A balding man with grey hair, silver eyes, a red shirt, jeans and brown shoes, and an apron.
"I'm looking for David" you say nervously.
"That's me, right here. Now, how can I help you?"
"I was curious as to whether you have seen a black lab?" You ask.
"Yeah. He was trying to steal some bread. Luckily, I shooed him off before he could steal a piece."
"Where did he go?" You ask
"I'm not sure. You might have to ask around town."

An hour later, you find the marketplace, where hundreds of people are bustling around. A few people stand out: an apothecary. A carpenter. A painter. A potter.

[[Talk to the Apothecary]]|[[Talk to the carpenter]]|[[Talk to the painter]]|[[Talk to the Potter]]
'''

Go to the Bakery

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:41:08 GMT

ISuckAtWriting:

Go to the Bakery

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:11:08 GMT

ISuckAtWriting: Created page with '--~~~~Benjamin'

--[[User:ISuckAtWriting|ISuckAtWriting]] 15:11, 1 June 2019 (UTC)Benjamin

Do you know where he went?

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:09:38 GMT

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"Hmm. Well, I remember seeing him run off to the Bakery down the road. When you get there, I suggest you talk to David, the baker. He might help you.
"Thanks!" You say, getting up to leave.
"No problem and good luck! Oh, and can you tell James something when you meet again?"
"Uhh..Sure." You say hesitantly
"Tell him..*sigh*..tell him to take a break, please. He's gonna run himself into the dirt, working as hard as he does. And tell him that we ought to spend more time together. Him and me and John.." Her eyes drifted off, lost in memories. You then grab your bag, which has been filled with food and water, and leave out the door.

[[Explore Bahía de Flores]]|[[Go to the Bakery]]

Do you know where he went?

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:09:03 GMT

ISuckAtWriting:

Do you know where he went?

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:06:47 GMT

ISuckAtWriting:

First Story,

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:05:49 GMT

ISuckAtWriting:

It is a sweltering day in June as you trek along the uneven brick road, wondering when exactly you'll find the next stop to rest and step out of this blistering heat. Then, right when you sit down with your bag to take a rest, you see a tall man riding a horse. He has short, black hair, in a buzz-cut and electric blue eyes. He is wearing a white t-shirt with a leather hat and baggy pants with green shoes.
"Need any help?' he says, slowing down.
"Yeah, I could use some water." you say, struggling to get up.
"Very well, then. But, first, a deal." the horseback-rider says, pulling out a piece of parchment paper.
"Before we begin, my name is James Serunda Celton I, and yours?"
"Daemon Spencer." You say, exhausted, as you sit down again.
"Okay." He replies, handing you a sheet of paper. It reads:
"In order to get all the riches you want, you must find a black Labrador named Tenebrae, who is located in the city of Bahía de Flores."
"Why can't you deliver him, yourself?" I ask, hesitating
"Because I'm on a special mission for the King and I must complete it by sundown tomorrow." He huffed, clearly annoyed
"Ok." I sigh, signing the paper. "Where do I find your dog?"
"I suggest you start at Mrs Herrero's house. She's the first house on the right when you enter the West Gate. The city will be up ahead. I got to go, now. Good luck, Daemon!" He says, riding off again.

An hour later, you finally stop at Mr and Mrs Herrero's house. You knock on the door before promptly fainting. After what seems like an hour, you wake up on a bed with a green blanket.
"You okay, sweetie?' A gentle voice calls out from your right. There sits an approximately 40-year old woman, with a grey shirt and jeans. She has red, wavy hair and deep, brown eyes.
"Uh..yeah...Where am I?" You ask, feeling slightly embarrassed at how you've been treated while you are out.
"You are in my house. Now, why are you here?" she asks, leaning back in the coach.
"A person named James sent me." You say
"Did his dog get lost again?"
"Yeah."
"Of course. He's always sneaking off. Just this morning, he was sitting on my back porch, just watching the squirrels in the trees."

"[[Do you know where he went?]]" You ask.

Do you know where he went?

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 15:04:56 GMT

ISuckAtWriting: Created page with '"Hmm. Well, I remember seeing him run off to the Bakery down the road. When you get there, I suggest you talk to David, the baker. He might help you. "Thanks!" You say, getting u…'

First Story,

ISuckAtWriting — Sat, 01 Jun 2019 14:57:56 GMT

ISuckAtWriting: Created page with 'It is a sweltering day in June as you trek along the uneven brick road, wondering when exactly you'll find the next stop to rest and step out of this blistering heat. Then, right…'

It is a sweltering day in June as you trek along the uneven brick road, wondering when exactly you'll find the next stop to rest and step out of this blistering heat. Then, right when you sit down with your bag to take a rest, you see a tall man riding a horse. He has short, black hair, in a buzz-cut and electric blue eyes. He is wearing a white t-shirt with a leather hat and baggy pants with green shoes.
"Need any help?' he says, slowing down.
"Yeah, I could use some water." you say, struggling to get up.
"Very well, then. But, first, a deal." the horseback-rider says, pulling out a piece of parchment paper.
"Before we begin, my name is James Serunda Celton I, and yours?"
"Daemon Spencer." You say, exhausted, as you sit down again.
"Okay." He replies, handing you a sheet of paper. It reads:
"In order to receive as much water as you need, you must find a black Labrador named Tenebrae, who is located in the city of Bahía de Flores."
"Why can't you deliver him, yourself?" I ask, hesitating
"Because I'm on a special mission for the King and I must complete it by sundown tomorrow." He huffed, clearly annoyed
"Ok." I sigh, signing the paper. "Where do I find your dog?"
"I suggest you start at Mrs Herrero's house. She's the first house on the right when you enter the West Gate. The city will be up ahead. I got to go, now. Good luck, Daemon!" He says, riding off again.

An hour later, you finally stop at Mr and Mrs Herrero's house. You knock on the door before promptly fainting. After what seems like an hour, you wake up on a bed with a green blanket.
"You okay, sweetie?' A gentle voice calls out from your right. There sits an approximately 40-year old woman, with a grey shirt and jeans. She has red, wavy hair and deep, brown eyes.
"Uh..yeah...Where am I?" You ask, feeling slightly embarrassed at how you've been treated while you are out.
"You are in my house. Now, why are you here?" she asks, leaning back in the coach.
"A person named James sent me." You say
"Did his dog get lost again?"
"Yeah."
"Of course. He's always sneaking off. Just this morning, he was sitting on my back porch, just watching the squirrels in the trees."

"[[Do you know where he went?]]" You ask.

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