[Morsul the Dark]

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – NO




3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES (once)
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Cami, Game Mod (Child of the 7th Age)

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Name: Samuel

Age: 22

Race: Man

Gender: Male

Skills: Skilled swordsman quickwitted
Weaknesses: Greedy and easily distracted by treasure, Always looked at as the younger child he is prone to fits of jealousy. He does have his wits about him and thinks things fully through. Sam has a soft spot for younger children he relates to them well and enjoys sharing with them the tales of old. Being modest at heart he is sometimes at war with himself his greed battling his conscience

Appearence:A fairly clean shaved young man his lng wavy brown hair reaches his shoulders and his tall stature makes him, despite his kindly smile, an rather imtimidating fellow. his clothes show his royal heritage but he tries not to flaunt it.

Weapons: A long Sword and a small steak knife used for eating

History:

Being Arthur's little Brother had always been against Sam's liking. Arthur got all the fun and glory because he was older. When he messed things up Sam would no longer be allowed to do the fun things. He learned his letters from his brother at a fairly early age and was always a bit bookish.

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Morsul the Dark's post

First Post:

Sam looked at his brother "Really? Mercenaries to fight mercenaries, they don't fight to the death, and surely we would be more suspicious. Simply call it a mistake should it come to it. Even the finest undertaker can not tell if one is dead sometimes." Sam looked at his brother. His brother had a glint in his eye as if he was in deep thought. Sam pulled out his pipe and filled it with longbottom, the finest imported weed in the land. It had always been his custom to do so when plotting.

Finally Sam looked up, "Perhaps Mercenaries aren't a bad idea. However we need a plan that will clear us of suspicion. Let us blame it on greedy peasants, commoners looking for a quick penny-cent of gold." He took his last puff then put out his pipe. He expertly cleaned it and placed it upon the table. He took his knife and began to cut the pig flesh on the plate in front of him. As he did he stopped he could only think of what he had done. 'No' He boldly thought himself 'It was our inheritance she had no right to it.' He looked up at his brother and waited for him to to tell his plan, his brother was, after all, the master of the plan.


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