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Graveyard Trade

Story: Graveyard Trade

Preface: I like this play by post method. I saw that I could start my own RPG story here and after playing some of the ebook stories I decided to take on a dark theme. This one will be about a graveyard in a local town where you can get almost anything you want. Anyone can join in after I place the opening chapter in my next post.

Trade Graveyard

DarkScribe, a man with sinister face and equally sinister motives, has found himself a playful part of the night to conduct business. He has set up an invisible shop where a gravestone and a statue act as his desk and chair. The graveyard, near an abandoned church, now acts as his place away from home. He says he is the monk of this monastery and so far he is the only one in for service.

Most who come to DarkScribe are moved by his promises for wealth, health and freedom. You have heard the stories before, but you do not know if there is truth in his words. You wonder if you should take the risk and venture out at night to see him. You wish to conduct a hearing during the day, but DarkScribe sees no one in the light of sun.

Thus starts the story of the Graveyard Trade...

Graveyard Trade Archive Pathfinder / D&D

Very self consciouses and more than a tad nervous he pulls on a hoodie and ensures it covers most of his face rather well. He leaves his home well before the witching hour unsure if he is making the right decision.

Slowly he approaches the church and walks behind it slowly reaching a corner that he can peak around and see if the rumors be true of this strange man in the graveyard who can grant wishes.

having no intention of being the first to approach he skulks there hiding hoping it is true but somehow hoping that is is just a rumor.

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Sensing that someone or something is approaching DarkScribes eyes flutter with flame. He tweaks his ears like a dog trying to home in on sounds that might identify the one approaching. He then sniffs the air as though to acquire some tale of what might be. With a frown he goes over to one window of his home and peers through the window with such cunning so as to not reveal himself. He watches, he waits, he listens.

Trade Graveyard

After waiting for what felt like hours he decides it is best to get it over. Ponders why this guy is pretending to sit looking like he is inside a building in a chair. This just adds more apprehension and fear. None the less he walks with purpose to where this strange man lurks trying to look confident but not revealing his face.

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A strange look, a battered face, one has to wonder why such an angry looking man with horned helm would come to visit him. Is it a payback? Revenge? Or does he actually seek the services of DarkScrirbe. He is pesimistic about it all and moves from his vantage point not wishing to be seen and waits in the dark of the monastery with dagger in hand and ears listening.

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Now close enough to smell the sour stench of the one he approached he ponders what kind of lunacy posses the one known as DarkScribe. Why is he trying to hide behind a tomb stone? Shaking his head he ponders what true powers this being does posses to live in such a manner. Drawing near fear now gone and turned to possible pity.

Are you the one known as DarkScribe the true seer?

He knows this will be tough for none like those who come from the hills. He is one of the small people and as such has little to fear of being physically attacked unless the other is a complete fool. Feels his armor straps digging in a most uncomfortable way but refuses to make any adjustment in front of this stranger.

Graveyard Trade D&D / Pathfinder Archive

DarkScribe wonders to himself how such a little angry looking man, a dwarf even, could address him as though he were a relative. This disturbs DarkScribe who now places himself to one side of the closed monastery door.

"Who goes there?", he enquires wondering what will be said. There is no time for a response, the natural reaction is to have evasive measures should the heavy oak doors of the monastery suddenly be battered in.