So this had always bothered me for a long while, never thought to address the issue or speak of it since there are plenty of work arounds. Though, today my curiosity finally got the best of me. How does everyone else write in their currency for RP, specifically higher denominations?
The thought of this was inspired by Stormwind Bank, since the gold bars are just laying neatly stacked on the floor inside the vault. I always felt there was IC gold coins with more value than one. Luck on average, ICly, carries around a purse of about a hundred gold, even though I have more than that in my inventory. I just always felt it was unlikely he would be carrying a purse of x amount around at all times; And if he did, would it be a purse full of single coins?
As I struggle to teach myself the fundamentals of a career in which ineptitude leads to imprisonment or even death, you ask me why.
Why commit myself so stubbornly to a dangerous lifestyle, when it's patently obvious I haven't the knack? Why not get out while I still can, and consider myself fortunate that the victims of my botched attempts at pickpocketing thought me too harmless to warrant reporting to the local guard? Why spend my evenings lurking in dingy alleys and abandoned buildings, puzzling over how to score my next meal, when I could pick up a real job and live in reasonable comfort?
Ariava's hands shook as she leaned over Ryodan's form on the ground. He was still breathing, and his chest shook. She hurried off the couch, kneeling beside him to gather him in her arms- blood began to trickle from his nose. And he...was laughing.
I was lying in my bed, remembering the conversation I had with Ashle a few days ago, remembering her claims of disrespecting my own people. I will not lie to myself, I truely did, but that is only because of what I had seen through everything. My home slowly becoming more and more corrupt from within. I understood her viewpoint on it, but it was a viewpoint much to close to that of the Sin’dorei nobles, thinking they are superior for small things.
Trying to get my mind off of the subject, I arose from my bed, or atleast if you could call a pile of lumber a bed, the Dragonmaw truely did not know what a good bed looked or felt like, but I can not trouble an alliance with them over a simple thing such as a bed. Downing a quick mug of ale, I walked outside to my Black Drake, Helanthion and flew back home to Silvermoon.
(( The following notice is posted on a few billboards and lampposts around Stormwind. The text is in Common and the ink appears to be homemade, somewhat low grade but rather colorful. The full image and OOC explanation can be found below the break! ))
“. . . going to be risky . . . “
He was growing restless. His men weren’t comfortable lying concealed in a damp patch of ground, trying to maintain a stealthy silence whilst surviving the local insect’s persistent attacks. They weren’t comfortable on land, period. They were pirates, and fairly rotten ones at that. Boden grumbled as he swatted yet another gnat away from his face. The troll was taking too long. It was bad enough that the Captain had expected him to be onboard ship by now; even worse that he still had to pry the shiny medallion from the Magpie’s grip. He’d see to it personally that she paid for making him late. The Captain was not of a patient disposition, and neither was Boden.
Maybe I’ll let the boys have some fun with her first, he thought to himself. She would be a fiesty one.