Dead as a Doornail RP

[The Legendary Joe]

(Just a random RP I made on a whim. Feel free to join.)

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It was a dark, dank, rainy day in the town of Geffen. A chilling wind blew from the coast to the west, practically causing even the stray cats to take shelter. Even with the bad weather, the town seemed emptier than usual. Especially in the bars and taverns of the town. Only the regulars; that drunkard that hates mages, that quack fortune teller, and the hostess who?s father?s spirit is still unnecessarily protecting his little girl from beyond the grave; and one scruffy paladin.

Okava, a husky woman clad in filthy and tattered armor, sat at a table in the corner studying an old world map. Her shield was leaned up against the table, and her two most precious weapons, her fortune sword and her moonlight dagger were laid out on the table next to a bowl of clam soup and a wooden pint of honey herbal tea. Her Peco was tied up (with a feedbag over its head) to the shabby wooden fixtures which were adorned with decorative (albeit drab) curtains.

She grumbled to herself loudly and obnoxiously trying to prove some baseless theory she came up with simply because of the bad weather that was lingering over that half of Rune Midgard for the last week or so. Being the town of magic, one would think there?d be some smart mage somewhere. Needless to say, Okava couldn?t find any, and played with the thought that they were all bookworms, and didn?t have time to party at some nameless bar that doesn't serve booze.

?It?s always been a mystery as to what exactly happened with Glast Heim?? She??thought aloud. ?People all accepted it like it was Dark Lord?s fault it that it became as such??She grumbled as she traced a path through the sea to the southwest, towards Arunafeltz.

?If it was indeed the poisonous grasses and not the demonic influences that caused the Nameless Isle to become so horrendously infested with evil?? She traced her finger back towards Glast Heim. ?I wonder if the seasonal winds could have carried any of that over to??

She let out a deep annoyed sigh. ?The problem with that theory is according to Freyja?s Priests, that monastery was being actively used until only recently though? and we knew of Glast Heim?s tragedy long beforehand?? She scratched her chin??trying to make sense of something noone would have cared to think of. It was obvious she?d been out of the civilized world for a while, since the cat whiskers on her chin were turning into peach fuzz.??If she wanted to bring her wild theories to the higher ups, She'd need to have more solid proof.

Okava took a break from thinking and quickly wolfed down her Steaming bowl of Clam soup, before letting out a sigh. It'd take years to investigate something like this all by her lonesome.