Change into a dress

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You decide to change into your only dress. Its pale purple color really brings out your eyes and it was probably quite pretty when new, but it's about forty years out of style and doesn't flatter your figure much. Still, it's more modest than anything you own, it's fairly clean and looks respectable enough.
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You decide to change into your only dress. Its pale purple color really brings out your eyes and it was probably quite pretty when new, but it's about forty years out of style and doesn't flatter your figure much. Still, it's the most modest piece of clothing you own, it's fairly clean and looks respectable enough.
With a sigh you open your coin pouch and count out the measly ten pfenniges that are all your worldly wealth (you don't even know what a florin looks like). The little burglars-in-training downstairs didn't steal anything during the night, so you consider this day to have gotten off to a good start.
With a sigh you open your coin pouch and count out the measly ten pfenniges that are all your worldly wealth (you don't even know what a florin looks like). The little burglars-in-training downstairs didn't steal anything during the night, so you consider this day to have gotten off to a good start.
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You think about the things you need to do today. You are often ashamed of your ignorance of, well, absolutely everything, and yearn to improve your education. You can't afford a tutor with your meagre savings, but you might be able to convince someone in town to give you some lessons. You could look for a job to earn yourself some much-needed cash. You consider heading towards the central market and political center of Fiume, and trying to find someone who has a problem a freelancer like yourself can solve. Your career as an adventurer has never really gotten off the ground because every time you approach men they take one look at you and picture you on your knees, or bent over, rather than putting an arrow clean through their enemies' throats from a hundred yards, but it's always worth a shot. The way you're dressed won't help convince people of your martial talents, but on the positive side your cleavage isn't bulging in their faces either. You could start your day off by going to Mass, and you know you definitely have some things to confess. Finally, you could admit defeat right away and wander aimlessly around town picking your nose, which is what you end up doing every day anyway.
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You briefly consider leaving by the window, to avoid your quarreling cohabitants, but you're afraid of ripping your dress, so you head for the stairs.
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As you're leaving, you nearly trip over the rock that nearly killed you this morning. Your nostrils flare as you remember your rude wake-up call.
You decide to:
You decide to:
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*[[Look for someone willing to teach you]]
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*[[Take a deep breath and forget about it]]
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*[[Look for ordinary work]]
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*[[Take it up with your downstairs neighbours]]
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*[[Head to the markets and town square and look for a commission]]
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*[[Go to Mass]]
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*[[Shuffle around feeling sorry for yourself]]
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[[Category: Darklands - A Medieval Adventure]]
[[Category: Darklands - A Medieval Adventure]]

Current revision as of 03:47, 23 January 2016

You decide to change into your only dress. Its pale purple color really brings out your eyes and it was probably quite pretty when new, but it's about forty years out of style and doesn't flatter your figure much. Still, it's the most modest piece of clothing you own, it's fairly clean and looks respectable enough.

With a sigh you open your coin pouch and count out the measly ten pfenniges that are all your worldly wealth (you don't even know what a florin looks like). The little burglars-in-training downstairs didn't steal anything during the night, so you consider this day to have gotten off to a good start.

You briefly consider leaving by the window, to avoid your quarreling cohabitants, but you're afraid of ripping your dress, so you head for the stairs.

As you're leaving, you nearly trip over the rock that nearly killed you this morning. Your nostrils flare as you remember your rude wake-up call.

You decide to:

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