Fall of the Broken

[Need_A_Life]

"Mister Kincadd, it delights me that your skills have not been exaggerated, or at least not too much," he smiles, "Though I thought it had been the reverse, you seem to have me at a disadvantage already. Well done."

"As you may be able to see," Allan gestures towards the many bookcases, "I - like the Zil - like to keep myself appraised of things. You're going to be needing that skill as well during this job and I'm glad to see it's already a finely honed tool.
"But... Allan pauses musingly, "perhaps a test, between gentlemen?"

He leans closer in towards Finn and his voice drops to a whisper, as he nods towards the Kalashtar and the ir'Bara woman, "From what little you've seen of these two, how much of their skills have you divined?"

 

[mcnathan80]

Well, our host already seems to know, so nothing to hide..
"I've been spending a good deal of time with a friend in a kalashtar neighborhood recently. In Overlook, Upper Dura? Maybe you've seen me there?
"Other than that.. maybe? I'm not sure

"Ahhh, yes. That's where I've seen you. You visit with Halharath don't you? Odd, you don't look Adaran. Perhaps, you are a soldier in the fight with the darkness?" Looking around the room Hashkavak continues, "What do you suppose this 'M' wants with us anyway? I remember back when my allies were having a negotiation like this with some Solars for passage through Syrania, of course we were being chased by evil Quori at the time and the mood was much more tense than this..." Realizing that he has sublimated another of Kavak's memories he clears his throat. "Yes, well anyway.... How about a game of Conquerer?" he asks, obviously changing the subject.

 

[Need_A_Life]

Frundor and Olot, you have no problem hailing one of the many skycoaches - in fact you manage to find one with the Lyrandar Kraken upon it. "Wher' to, friends?" the cheery Lyrandar asks.

((assuming you want to go to the Gilded Cup))

The skycoach lands after a few minutes, giving you just enough time to change clothes and the half-elf turns to you and hands you a piece of paper; the bill.

Number of people: 2
Distance travelled: 6 miles
Amount to be paid 2g

"Hope you enjoyed your flight, good sirs!"

Making your way into the tavern, you are greeted immediately by a waitress who says in a hushed voice: "There you are. Room 3. The others have already arrived."

Meredith, Finn and Hashkavak your respective conversations are disturbed as two newcomers enter the room; a human and a half-orc. Your host seems untroubled by their arrival and sits up in his chair: "Ah, so good of you to join us," he turns to you three, "Frundor Termen, a magical talent embodying the spirit of his family and his "enforcer" Olotumeal; one of the people giving half-orcs their charming reputation,"

"For the two of you, who're late," he continues in a stride, never pausing quite long enough for you to say anything, "this is Finn Kincadd, a swordsman and excellent inquisitive," he gestures with his glass of wine towards Finn, "and we also have Meredith ir'Bara, a charming beauty with a powerful mind, and finally Hashkavak who remains the most vigilant warrior I've seen outside of Valenar. As for myself, I'm Allan Demaine."

"Please, take a seat.
"I've summoned you - or, as the good mr. Kincadd correctly divined - I summoned you on the behalf of another. The reason you've been summoned is because the group I represent have some... questionable work that needs to be done, but cannot afford the potential scandal it'd cause if it was caught redhanded.
"This is - obviously - where you come in. Skilled individuals who're willing to help a noble cause," he pauses a moment, "not that I expect you to do this out of the goodness of your heart, of course," he smiles expectantly and his gaze looks at each of you in turn. "Twenty-thousand golden galifars, ladies and gentlemen.
"This will be your reward for fulfilling the job."
"Now, if anyone has any questions about this unlawful business, best ask them now, because if I tell you any more there's no way back."

He leans back in his seat, crossing his legs expectantly.

OOC: Hmmm... I would've preferred if Frundor accepted the proposition, but then again *shrug*
Scribbler, this shows how badly you were cheated but then again, you jumped into a skycoach with a person who didn't exactly seem trustworthy.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Well met Flinn, Meredith, Haskavak, and Allan. He acknowledge each of them in turn, not wanting to start anything out on the wrong foot.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Well met gentlemen, and lady of course" Frundor made an exaggerated reverence as he glances Meredith with a more than interested eyes. "It seems that our fame precede us, well then, if some work need to be done, and with such a wonderful prise at the end of the road, I want to hear the details my friends." the warlock says, trying to hide the surprise he got, when the man that introduced them seems to knew all sort of things about him and Olot.

 

[Zurai]

"But... Allan pauses musingly, "perhaps a test, between gentlemen?"

He leans closer in towards Finn and his voice drops to a whisper, as he nods towards the Kalashtar and the ir'Bara woman, "From what little you've seen of these two, how much of their skills have you divined?"

Finn ponders for a moment, then replies slowly, "Well. I have spent less than an hour in their company; what little I've gathered is based on their appearance, your comments, and the little I've overheard of their conversation. Still...

"The Lady ir'Bara, while pleasing to the eye, has demonstrated no abilities of note. Still, your emphasis on her mind would make me guess... guess, mind you! ... that she is some sort of enchantress or psionic.

"As for Hashvarak, his role is clearer. They are chatting about a Kalashtar district, and I believe I overheard him talking in Quori at the gate into this district - though I don't speak the language myself, it's in my interest to recognize foreign languages when I hear them. Describing him as a 'guardian against the darkness' means that he takes a more ... active role in their struggle against Riedra than some other Kalashtar do. Whether that role is a sword aimed at their hearts or a shield against their own blades, I know not."

Around this time, Frundor and Olot enter.

"Please, take a seat.
"I've summoned you - or, as the good mr. Kincadd correctly divined - I summoned you on the behalf of another. The reason you've been summoned is because the group I represent have some... questionable work that needs to be done, but cannot afford the potential scandal it'd cause if it was caught redhanded.
"This is - obviously - where you come in. Skilled individuals who're willing to help a noble cause," he pauses a moment, "not that I expect you to do this out of the goodness of your heart, of course," he smiles expectantly and his gaze looks at each of you in turn. "Twenty-thousand golden galifars, ladies and gentlemen.
"This will be your reward for fulfilling the job."
"Now, if anyone has any questions about this unlawful business, best ask them now, because if I tell you any more there's no way back."

Finn's eyes widen at the amount of money. Each? No, it doesn't matter - that's a princely sum whichever way it goes.

Collecting himself, Finn asks, "So, is this job for the Silver Flame? I find them to be a generally good people - but not usually in need of the services of people like myself. Or of services that pricy."

 

[Need_A_Life]

"The Silver Flame?" A playful smile reaches his lips and eyes, "Doing good will always be in the service of the Purifier. Whether it is Church matter, however, is not something I am at liberty to discuss.
"I will promise you that I am not asking you to perform murder or treason against your country, though you will be breaking the law in the name of Good, I admit.

"The payment for this job is kingly, yes. It's enough for each of you to buy yourself a house for what will only be the work of a day or two, but you are being paid every bit as much for your silence as for your work.
"Your discretion is vital. As is getting the job done, obviously."

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OOC: By the way, I haven't mentioned this earlier, but we won't we working with XP per se. After each "section" of the adventure I will award you a level. Not important right now, but just FYI

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Olot nods and moves himself to stand by the door (or in front of the door if it swings in.)

 

[Scribbler]

Meredith chokes on her drink at the mention of the sum.
If I was motivated by money I'd still be at home. Yes, yes, that's what I'm telling myself.

"I am a bit concerned that you want us to do something that would cause you so much trouble to do it yourselves. I'm willing to break a law for a good enough cause, but... Hmm, I suppose the question is, what crimes do you want us to commit? I know you won't tell me exactly what you want us to do yet, but which laws will be broken?"

 

[mcnathan80]

"I hold to no law save that of il-Yanna, if your mission stymies the rising darkness than I am in agreement," says Hashkavak, leveling his gaze at Allen.