LAR01: Far and Wide

[dm_screen]

[Over the course of a few minutes, seemingly by way of brush, an image is drawn onto a page in the Liber Nuntiorum.]



[A short while later, a new individual's handwriting graces the book's pages.]

I've drawn map of Concord. Mind, the pictures of the landmarks aren't really to scale, but they're in the right locations.

[Another little pause.]

I'm Larus Moon-In-Water, the guy from the Outlands who lives in a tent outside the gates of the South Quarter. I'm sorry I wasn't available for everyone's questions over the last few days, but I was busy making sure I had all of the details right.

[Beat.]

If you do have any questions about what you all call 'Outlanders' I can answer them now if you'd like.

Oh, thank you! This will be really useful. I can move this up to the front of the book so everyone has easy access! -A

[Naturally, that happens a moment later. How she did it is anyone's guess.]

Comments

[tequilasunset]

Can you make me do motherfucking spin kicks again

I miss doing motherfucking spin kicks

[dm_screen]

[This talk of mother fucking was making him a little uneasy.]

If

[if...]

I understand you correctly, there's a somewhat similar technique I know of.

[tequilasunset]

Fuck yes

Going to make some sweet chin music like Contact Mike.

You ever hear of Contact Mike, Laurus?

[dm_screen]

I haven't.

I think there's a guild outside of Concord for bards if you want to make music.

[help]

[tequilasunset]

you have never heard of contact mike

YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD OF CONTACT MIKE?!

Contact Mike is a paragon of open competition! A 5000-1 rank outsider to the world of boxing. He navigated a gulf of wealth and privilege, coming out of a dingy local gym to fight against an established world of professional sports and gave it a knockout punch in a title bout! Fights are not won, they are made. Let's take it blow by blow, Mike to the Mikey. Mike knew what it took to win - he just wanted mor


[A long pause. The pen stroke faded out after the feverish scribbling.]

[Harry seems to have run out of ink.]

[dm_screen]

[sir please he just works here]

Are you sure you're not looking for the Gladiators? I think they have a guild here for that too.

[tequilasunset]

[A pause.]

[A light stroke appears on the page.]

[Laurus can feel Harry cursing from here.]

Testing

What's a gladiator?

[dm_screen]

[fiddlesticks he found more ink]

As I understand it, there's a guild for combatants in Concord called the Men-At-Arms Guild. One of their disciplines involves training people to fight against each other for show and sport.

You'd have to ask them for more details, though.

[tequilasunset]

Men at Arms seems to suggest that they use weapons.

I want to do that, but with the manly art of pugilism.

[dm_screen]

[double fiddlesticks]

We

have a discipline that involves bare-handed striking, yes, but it's not a bloodsport.

[tequilasunset]

Do you also have a discipline for guns

[A pause.]

I mean firearms, not biceps

[dm_screen]

We don't.

Firearms are something of a novelty there, actually. My people don't see much value in them.