Kweku walked into the tavern soon afterwards. He was used to the ill-intentioned stares of the passers-by; many of the colonists thought that dark-skinned people were little better than savages, if they had ever seen one at all. However, the unsettled feeling in this town was somewhat different. He could tell that there was power here, of a sort he had rarely encountered in this hemisphere.
Entering the tavern, he spoke to the bartender soon after another person who looked out of place in the town walked away. "I have a letter from the harbormaster of Innsmouth," he said, showing him the envelope containing the brief (and none-too-friendly, at that) missive he had received in response to his numerous inquiries about trading opportunities. "Where could I find his office in this town?"
First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win.Although the negative reaction dismayed Kweku, he was unsurprised. He had seen many like it in the past. Often, however, a bit of coin could make the distain, if not disappear, then at least be hidden.
"Oh, you mean a non-paying customer," he said, perhaps a bit too lightly, as if he did not understand the intent of the man. "Well, in that case, I'll take a cupful of rum."
First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win.Parson John wiped his forehead as he gazed upon the town of Innsmouth. From the outside, it seemed like your average port town, aside from the blighted ground that surrounded the town, which the preacher only just noticed. He hoped to his God that some of the rumors her had heard about the town were untrue, but he always knew it was better to err on the side of caution.
As he crossed himself, he recited a familiar prayer:// "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still water. He restoreth my soul; Yea, He guideth me in the paths of righteousness, For His Name's sake. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me..."
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.

Jack rode into Innsmouth, the sea air filling his lungs, accompanied by a foul feeling of unwelcome. the roads were a muddy swamp, he looked around, the rain was coming down hard on the dilapidated roofs and houses, all of which were covered in mud, some of them had strange symbols carved on them. All of the citizens of Innsmouth glared at him, they were pasty skinned and fish eyed, casting him odd looks, he shuddered, walking to the nearest Tavern and walking out, scanning the figures inside before walking to the bar, he pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment and looked at the bar man.
"Hello, I'm looking for a girl by the name of Charity Miller?"
The barkeeper looked at him before Growling, in a voice that was barely human
"No sir, never 'eard of 'er."
edited 20th Jun '13 1:35:45 PM by TroyandHawk
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