Miroslaw's Shack

[Miroslaw]

It was a very humble dwelling. The space was plain, as most of the other shacks on the street. It had a large bed that Miroslaw has spruced up to be a bit more comfortable with his furs and other fabrics. Next to his bed was a small pile of pelts and hay. It had a desk and a chair. Atop the desk was a small lock-box. Other than the lockbox, there was a bit of paper and a jar of ink. Everything seemed very organized, despite being quite a rundown place. There was a chest at the bottom of his bed. The walls were bare, and there really was no room for much besides the bed and desk.







(looks like this next to many others that look the same.)

[Miroslaw]

After making it back alive from the crazy place with the machinelike arachnids, Miroslaw got some attention from the house of Galena. He had many scratches and bruises, but also one significant gash in his side that he was only able to give minimal care to. He would be wary of taking a job offering from an old man interested in ruins again.

Finally, after his healing was finished, he returned to his shack with a warm welcome from his wolf. It had been awhile since he made it back. Luckily he had put out a bunch of food for the girl before he left. The biggest problem with dwelling in the city like this was his wolf and her appetite. Back in the forest, she easily found food for herself. Here in the city, she was mostly confined to the shack. He was really thinking about moving back into the woods, but hated the thought of running into that necromancer again.

Miroslaw pulled a single artifact from the bag of them that he recovered from the ruins. It was a violet material of some nature with an unnatural purple glow to it. He enjoyed it and thought it would make for pleasant ornament in his very plain hovel.

[Miroslaw]

(Anyone can feel free to spark up some RP here in my humble abode.)

[Piper]

((Going to take a bit of GM liberty to give reason for the sudden drop in gold you have.))

::The first thing Miroslaw notices is the chest at the foot of his bed is opened and some stuff is laying on the bed itself.  Looks like Eve was even laying in some of your clothes thrown there as a bed before you came to the door.

The next thing you notice is your lockbox is sitting open...with a note propped up inside...::

Greetings Friendly Citizen,

I just wanted to drop you a line to say how grateful I was for my short stay here.  The Accomodations were quaint, if a bit sparse and insecure.  Lovely pet you have.

-Piper

P.S. - I took the liberty of releaving you of your burden during my stay.  I'm sure the stress of having so much gold on hand was getting to you, considering you had no way to secure it.  I hope you can sleep better now, knowing you have nothing some violent thug could come to take from you.


Cheers-

[Miroslaw]

Miroslaw felt something was off when he got back to his shack. He noticed the few oddities... then he saw the chest opened. He sprinted over to it, dropping to his knees. He took a moment to read the note, though he had a good idea of what it would say. The money he had been saving was gone, stolen by a “Piper”.

The anger swelled up as he stared in disbelief at the empty lock box. After a few moments of nothing, Miroslaw snatched the box up and threw it through the wall of the front of the shack. Following the forceful projectile was a deafening, furious, and enraged shout. His savings ... gone in the blink of an eye.