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EBERRON: LOST TREASURES
SEGMENT 001
“Jaykodie Blueheart: Retriever”
Dwarves.
The Dwarves of House Kundarak.
Looking at a fellow traveler on the lightning rail that he did not know, Jaykodie sighs and asks, “Why am I not so excited by being summoned by the House of Kundarak?”
The old man raises one eyebrow in irritation before returning to his book.
With a boyish smile, the young rogue looks out the window again and thinks about how the day begun. He awoke to a firm and calculated series of knocking on the door of his room. He stayed at a tavern located across from the Finders Villa. The rich and infamous stayed here which was enough to make it noteworthy but the outdoor café located in its courtyard is what intrigued Jay the most. Explorers and war veterans gathered here to drink and tell tales of their adventurers and travels. Someday, Jay hopes to be invited here to tell a tale or two. In the mean time he worked as a cartographer for the local library. He read texts (some written by his would-be heroes) and did his best to translate their findings into a graphic form most commonly a map.
For a year or two, soon after the war ended, he worked for the city re-mapping the sewers. It was a disgusting and awful environment that made Jay for sure he wanted to be a professional adventurer. His experiences in the sewer were not trivial. As expected, many new and secret tunnels were created to move in and out of the city in private. Various thieves created most of these tunnels but some were never solved. Some were well made which suggested magic and money. After a few too many inquiries, several of the people closest to him had accidents then he was framed for their murders as the bodies were discovered. There was not enough proof to convict him but the damage was done. He lost his job and many wanted nothing to do with him.
First his father disowned him, now the people of Sharn.
Oh well, such is life.
When he answered the door he was greeted by none other than Torgan Hardstone. Torgan was a friend of his father’s and more importantly, worked for the dwarven family of Kundarak. This family or association if you will consisted of agents that catalogued and guarded money and riches of the famous and wealthy. They had banks through much of Khorvaire. They were very serious and frankly uptight. I have seen zombies that had more fun at a party than these guys. I mean that too. Truly.
Still smiling at his private joke and revelation, Jaykodie steps off the stopped locomotion and begins to walk in the direction of House Kundarak. They had several offices within Sharn. Fortunately, one was located by the rail house run by House Orien.
A halfling tying his boots and cursing squats in the doorway Jay wishes to use. “Excuse me lil’ guy” he says as he steps over the lil’ guy. His cloak knocks the halflings hat off causing renewed curses. Once Jaykodie is about thirty feet away. The halfling sprints off with not a sound. Boots tied.
The guild is busy already as businesses come to the banking section. Many are guarded and watched by agents of House Deneith and Medani. The note he was given said to find the office of Rkard Grindstone. Jay rubbed his stubble-covered chin trying to remember where and when he had heard of that name. Rkard was not a common dwarven name in Sharn. There was a Drok, a Flint, a Jakker ….Rkard….? Oh yes- he was a collector of sorts. When folks were behind on payments he was one of several officers in charge of locating person(s) and having them pay-up. Great. A dwarf with an attitude.
At least the sun was shining …outside.
Then he found it, the offices of Collection. Going in he was greeted by dwarf. Female. The desk read Blue Bedrock. Putting on a warm smile (which he normally had anyway) Jay introduces himself and to whom he is to meet.
“Pass. I need the pass given to you by Torgan.” Great thinks Jay as be reaches to his thigh patch, even the secretary is a hardcase. He can’t find it on top. He smiles again and gives a short but less confident laugh as he pulls the pouch to the front to look at it. He pulls out charcoal sticks, plank parchment, some lose coins ….no pass.
He pinches his eyes shut hard and scowls. The halfling. For being a roguish finder of things, he had the ill luck of being the subject of petty theft often. Sometimes he thought he had a target magically inscribed on him for thieves to spot and mark him.
Even as he smiles big and true beginning to think of a creative lie Rkard charges out slamming the door. “Where is that lazy ill-gotten human piece of….eeeerrrrrr” He stops and breathes out the tension. After opening his eyes he stands straighter and motions for Jaykodie to enter.
Well, are we not off to a good start thinks Jay as enters the room and looks behind him as the door slowly and methodically closes behind him, cutting him off from the hallway.
SEGMENT 001
“Jaykodie Blueheart: Retriever”
Dwarves.
The Dwarves of House Kundarak.
Looking at a fellow traveler on the lightning rail that he did not know, Jaykodie sighs and asks, “Why am I not so excited by being summoned by the House of Kundarak?”
The old man raises one eyebrow in irritation before returning to his book.
With a boyish smile, the young rogue looks out the window again and thinks about how the day begun. He awoke to a firm and calculated series of knocking on the door of his room. He stayed at a tavern located across from the Finders Villa. The rich and infamous stayed here which was enough to make it noteworthy but the outdoor café located in its courtyard is what intrigued Jay the most. Explorers and war veterans gathered here to drink and tell tales of their adventurers and travels. Someday, Jay hopes to be invited here to tell a tale or two. In the mean time he worked as a cartographer for the local library. He read texts (some written by his would-be heroes) and did his best to translate their findings into a graphic form most commonly a map.
For a year or two, soon after the war ended, he worked for the city re-mapping the sewers. It was a disgusting and awful environment that made Jay for sure he wanted to be a professional adventurer. His experiences in the sewer were not trivial. As expected, many new and secret tunnels were created to move in and out of the city in private. Various thieves created most of these tunnels but some were never solved. Some were well made which suggested magic and money. After a few too many inquiries, several of the people closest to him had accidents then he was framed for their murders as the bodies were discovered. There was not enough proof to convict him but the damage was done. He lost his job and many wanted nothing to do with him.
First his father disowned him, now the people of Sharn.
Oh well, such is life.
When he answered the door he was greeted by none other than Torgan Hardstone. Torgan was a friend of his father’s and more importantly, worked for the dwarven family of Kundarak. This family or association if you will consisted of agents that catalogued and guarded money and riches of the famous and wealthy. They had banks through much of Khorvaire. They were very serious and frankly uptight. I have seen zombies that had more fun at a party than these guys. I mean that too. Truly.
Still smiling at his private joke and revelation, Jaykodie steps off the stopped locomotion and begins to walk in the direction of House Kundarak. They had several offices within Sharn. Fortunately, one was located by the rail house run by House Orien.
A halfling tying his boots and cursing squats in the doorway Jay wishes to use. “Excuse me lil’ guy” he says as he steps over the lil’ guy. His cloak knocks the halflings hat off causing renewed curses. Once Jaykodie is about thirty feet away. The halfling sprints off with not a sound. Boots tied.
The guild is busy already as businesses come to the banking section. Many are guarded and watched by agents of House Deneith and Medani. The note he was given said to find the office of Rkard Grindstone. Jay rubbed his stubble-covered chin trying to remember where and when he had heard of that name. Rkard was not a common dwarven name in Sharn. There was a Drok, a Flint, a Jakker ….Rkard….? Oh yes- he was a collector of sorts. When folks were behind on payments he was one of several officers in charge of locating person(s) and having them pay-up. Great. A dwarf with an attitude.
At least the sun was shining …outside.
Then he found it, the offices of Collection. Going in he was greeted by dwarf. Female. The desk read Blue Bedrock. Putting on a warm smile (which he normally had anyway) Jay introduces himself and to whom he is to meet.
“Pass. I need the pass given to you by Torgan.” Great thinks Jay as be reaches to his thigh patch, even the secretary is a hardcase. He can’t find it on top. He smiles again and gives a short but less confident laugh as he pulls the pouch to the front to look at it. He pulls out charcoal sticks, plank parchment, some lose coins ….no pass.
He pinches his eyes shut hard and scowls. The halfling. For being a roguish finder of things, he had the ill luck of being the subject of petty theft often. Sometimes he thought he had a target magically inscribed on him for thieves to spot and mark him.
Even as he smiles big and true beginning to think of a creative lie Rkard charges out slamming the door. “Where is that lazy ill-gotten human piece of….eeeerrrrrr” He stops and breathes out the tension. After opening his eyes he stands straighter and motions for Jaykodie to enter.
Well, are we not off to a good start thinks Jay as enters the room and looks behind him as the door slowly and methodically closes behind him, cutting him off from the hallway.
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