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So I stayed up until five in the morning finally finishing season 2 of The Walking Dead via AMC's marathon and... ugh. I'm not going to say I regret it because it's been dangling over my head for months like a dentist's visit that I'd been dreading and I'm glad to have it over with, but it was every bit as shit as I'd been anticipating. Curse my completist nature. On the plus side, I actually liked the finale? It was fun in a stupid zombie movie sort of way, which... is not what The Walking Dead should be in the slightest, but at least it qualified as entertainment unlike the twelve hours of awful boring garbage that preceded it. I'm not about to get my hopes up for season 3 because my soul can't take that kind of crushing disappointment all over again, but maybe, JUST MAYBE, it won't suck? Maybe they just had an off season and we'll look back on these days years from now all "Ha ha ha, remember season 2? Yikes, amirite?" and it will be nothing but a smudge on the record of an otherwise decent show? GODDAMMIT, I'M DOING IT AGAIN.
In other news, I'm going out for late lunch/early supper, so I should probably go put on some pants or something.
The blacksmith removes his gloves and wipes his hands on his apron before asking you what you want. You answer by asking if he makes anything besides horseshoes. He replies that in his spare time he enjoys making chainmail coats. In fact it has become quite a profitable sideline of his, especially in a place like Port Blacksand. He tells you in great detail of the skill and labour that goes into making one and finally inquires if you are interested in buying one. They are not cheap.
20 Gold Pieces worth of Not Cheap, to be precise, which is, sadly, too rich for your blood. Looks like you leave the stables without buying a coat.
Coming towards you as fast as he is able is a man in tattered rags with a ball and chain attached to his leg. He is exhausted and collapses in your arms. His face is dirty and unshaven. With great difficulty he manages to speak, saying, 'Please cut me free. The town guards are not far behind me. I have been locked in a dungeon for two years but managed to tunnel my way out. I was robbed and unable to pay my taxes, so Lord Azzur ordered I should be jailed for five years. Please help me.' Farther up the street you hear shouting voices and then armed men come into view.
In other news, I'm going out for late lunch/early supper, so I should probably go put on some pants or something.
The blacksmith removes his gloves and wipes his hands on his apron before asking you what you want. You answer by asking if he makes anything besides horseshoes. He replies that in his spare time he enjoys making chainmail coats. In fact it has become quite a profitable sideline of his, especially in a place like Port Blacksand. He tells you in great detail of the skill and labour that goes into making one and finally inquires if you are interested in buying one. They are not cheap.
20 Gold Pieces worth of Not Cheap, to be precise, which is, sadly, too rich for your blood. Looks like you leave the stables without buying a coat.
Coming towards you as fast as he is able is a man in tattered rags with a ball and chain attached to his leg. He is exhausted and collapses in your arms. His face is dirty and unshaven. With great difficulty he manages to speak, saying, 'Please cut me free. The town guards are not far behind me. I have been locked in a dungeon for two years but managed to tunnel my way out. I was robbed and unable to pay my taxes, so Lord Azzur ordered I should be jailed for five years. Please help me.' Farther up the street you hear shouting voices and then armed men come into view.
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Cut through his chains with your sword.
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Hand him over to the town guards.
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