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Adventurer
Previous Sessions
Chapter 1: Sedition
The night is calm and quiet. Nothing can be heard but the faint rustle of trees outside the cool chamber where an elderly man sits alone at a desk scribing a scroll. His ink-stained hands work hurriedly as he pens the scroll with words almost at the speed of thought. His gentle blue eyes gaze upon his work as he jots down the last word and punctuates it with a period. He then sits back in his chair, allowing his long beard to rest upon his belly. He lets out a sigh of relief and reaches for a pouch on the table which contains some tobacco as well as a pipe of ebony. He is about to light a bit of tinder when he suddenly senses something is not quite right.
The elderly man turns about in his chair to see a darkened figure in a hooded cloak. The hood conceals the figure's features in shadows and the dim candlelight illumines little but the person's outline. "Good gods! You gave me quite a start," the elderly man begins, "I was not expecting you so soon."
The elderly man turns back around in his chair and continues fixing his pipe before continuing. "The work is done, my lord. I'm certain you'll find it to your liking. But honestly I cannot imagine what you hope to find. Kampala is nothing but a land of fire and volcanoes. Several expeditions have been mounted there in the past century and none have ever returned. I don't know if I even believe the place exists."
The shadowy figure moves around the table so that he stands facing the elderly man with the pipe, now puffing away contentedly. "What?" the old man asks out of nowhere, "Oh, no, no, no. I don't imagine that is at all possible. Just a legend is all. The Sapphire of Aster is merely a story meant to invigorate the imagination and put little children to sleep. Even if it were true, one would have to be crazy to..."
The elderly man stops abruptly as if cut off. "Oh I do apologize, my lord. I intended no offense. I merely wished to say that in all my research I have found nothing that offers any conclusive evidence of what you seek. But all the same, you are welcome to it. What was our arrangement now? Twenty five hundred was it?" he asks, eyebrows raised.
Suddenly, the elderly man's face takes on such a pallor that he appears frightened beyond all belief. "N...no my lord, you c...can't mean. But... why?" The man clutches at his stomach before falling lifeless with his head upon his desk.
The shadowy figure grabs the elderly man's hair and holds him up while he retrieves the scrolls underneath the man's head, then allows the elder's head to fall to the desk again. A moment later, the shadowy figure is no longer in the room.
Several minutes later, a great alarm is rung, being heard all throughout the nearby hills.
The last two weeks have been very relaxing. You have enjoyed the pleasant patronage of the Rushing Boar and the excellent opportunities to take in the sights around Manas. It is a fantastic city really, and news has been spreading about that Governor Hasjari is planning a grand ball for the end of the month. It seems like everyone is talking about it, for the Governor has a reputation for throwing balls that are truly memorable. It has even been mentioned that a group of heroes might be on the invitation list.
You are having a fine supper in the Rushing Boar one evening when who should enter through the front door but a blonde half-elf with a wry smile and outlandish garb. A decorated necklace of bright red flowers is draped across his neck and underneath is a strange looking turquoise tunic with fanciful black scribblings all around. A pair of pure white tights completes the ensemble. It is Celen.
"My good friends! How wonderful for me to find you here! You are just the folks I was hoping to bump into. You see, I have a friend with a problem, and I believe you are just the people to solve it for him."
What Celen lacks in tact and modesty, he makes up for with good pay. He paid you a rather tidy sum last time for your work, so it would seem to be in your best interest to listen to his offer. You are adventurers after all.
Chapter 1: Sedition
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The elderly man turns about in his chair to see a darkened figure in a hooded cloak. The hood conceals the figure's features in shadows and the dim candlelight illumines little but the person's outline. "Good gods! You gave me quite a start," the elderly man begins, "I was not expecting you so soon."
The elderly man turns back around in his chair and continues fixing his pipe before continuing. "The work is done, my lord. I'm certain you'll find it to your liking. But honestly I cannot imagine what you hope to find. Kampala is nothing but a land of fire and volcanoes. Several expeditions have been mounted there in the past century and none have ever returned. I don't know if I even believe the place exists."
The shadowy figure moves around the table so that he stands facing the elderly man with the pipe, now puffing away contentedly. "What?" the old man asks out of nowhere, "Oh, no, no, no. I don't imagine that is at all possible. Just a legend is all. The Sapphire of Aster is merely a story meant to invigorate the imagination and put little children to sleep. Even if it were true, one would have to be crazy to..."
The elderly man stops abruptly as if cut off. "Oh I do apologize, my lord. I intended no offense. I merely wished to say that in all my research I have found nothing that offers any conclusive evidence of what you seek. But all the same, you are welcome to it. What was our arrangement now? Twenty five hundred was it?" he asks, eyebrows raised.
Suddenly, the elderly man's face takes on such a pallor that he appears frightened beyond all belief. "N...no my lord, you c...can't mean. But... why?" The man clutches at his stomach before falling lifeless with his head upon his desk.
The shadowy figure grabs the elderly man's hair and holds him up while he retrieves the scrolls underneath the man's head, then allows the elder's head to fall to the desk again. A moment later, the shadowy figure is no longer in the room.
Several minutes later, a great alarm is rung, being heard all throughout the nearby hills.
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You are having a fine supper in the Rushing Boar one evening when who should enter through the front door but a blonde half-elf with a wry smile and outlandish garb. A decorated necklace of bright red flowers is draped across his neck and underneath is a strange looking turquoise tunic with fanciful black scribblings all around. A pair of pure white tights completes the ensemble. It is Celen.
"My good friends! How wonderful for me to find you here! You are just the folks I was hoping to bump into. You see, I have a friend with a problem, and I believe you are just the people to solve it for him."
What Celen lacks in tact and modesty, he makes up for with good pay. He paid you a rather tidy sum last time for your work, so it would seem to be in your best interest to listen to his offer. You are adventurers after all.
