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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6740934" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>THE MORGRAVE ADVENTURES</p><p>“01 THE TRADE”</p><p>SEGMENT 07</p><p>“AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT”</p><p></p><p>NYMM 10, 1000 PROFESSOR ZILSHIRE’S OFFICE</p><p></p><p>“Like, what did you see?” the ditsy secretary asks as the groups waits to see the professor. She smiles and bats her eye lashes at the dwarf. Today she is wearing a dark green dress with the same black jacket.</p><p></p><p>“The country” says the dwarf in a guarded manner. He tires of her giggle and curiosity.</p><p></p><p>“I rode a lion-bird!” exclaims the goliath with great pride.</p><p></p><p>“A lion…. A Griffon?” she asks. “Fantastic!”</p><p></p><p>Fearing a high-five the dwarf asks her how much longer the professor will be. On cue, he calls for them to enter. Smiling in silence, she nods and shrugs to go in. “The professor is waiting.”</p><p></p><p>He is eager to see the tome. Like a child given a wrapped toy, he tears into the wrapping. He holds the book up in a way the dwarf cannot see the cover. The old man stops and stares at the dwarf from the other side of the held book. “Yes….?”</p><p></p><p>Before anyone can say anything else he dismisses you. Clearly he wants to read the book and have no one bothering him. The dwarf and lizardfolk is first to leave. The goliath turns to leave but hesitates. He half turns to face the man again.</p><p></p><p>“Yes.” He grumbles impatiently.</p><p></p><p>“We were told we would be paid……” begins the hungry big man.</p><p></p><p>“Hurrumph- yes and close the door behind you.” Growls the cranky old man as he tosses a small coin pouch to the goliath.</p><p></p><p>Back at their apartment / suite they look at the money. 60 gold. 20 apiece. The dwarf is not pleased. He needs more. He looks at his travel pack and has a wonderful, desperate, but wonderful idea. He collects a wrapped bundle and excuses himself. He is getting some air. The goliath says okay. The lizardfolk knows better but honestly doesn’t care.</p><p></p><p>Taking the long way to avoid any suspicion of being followed, Wardrum wanders to the Firelight District. A club with many scantly clad women of several races greet him as he enters. They all promise him a good time. He ignores them and continues to the back of the entry room. Two Halfling appear suddenly.</p><p></p><p>“Where have you been little inquisitor?”</p><p></p><p>“Heard you left town without a goodbye. Makes us sad.” Suggests the other Halfling.</p><p></p><p>“Thavash is very unhappy. He missed you.”</p><p></p><p>“Funny thing- I returned to make good on a payment to my dept.”</p><p></p><p>“What is in the bag?” one Halfling asks as he begins to paw at it.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf pulls it away. “It’s not for you. It’s for your boss.” This angers the guard whom draws a small blade. He remains angry but pauses as a voice comes from the next room.</p><p></p><p>“Is that Wardrum? Send that pathetic piece of street filth in here. I need to clear up some rules with him.”</p><p></p><p>Nervously, the dwarf enters the dim room. Behind a large dark wood desk sits a Halfling. He has a serious- deadly serious- look on his face.</p><p></p><p>“You owe me a lot of money for what was done. I had hoped you understood leaving the city would be a bad idea.” The crime boss and associate of the Boromar clan leans forward. “What have you there? My money?”</p><p></p><p>“Close. It is something of great value. I bring it to you as a gift.” Says the normally confident dwarven inquisitor.</p><p></p><p>“None of your beguiling mind game illusions. You know that won’t work on me.” The Halfling pulls and twists at a jeweled ring he wears. Wardrum suspects it makes him immune to illusions. Bad for him.</p><p></p><p>“You are aware of the power and prestige of items made from dragon scales…..” begins the dwarf as he places the bundle on the desk. The Halfling sits back wearily.</p><p></p><p>“Go on.”</p><p></p><p>“I have for you a genuine dragon hide. It is untouched so you can make anything you wish from it.”</p><p></p><p>Never taking his eyes off the Halfling, he unrolls the hide. Confusion. The Halfling is not impressed. He appears angry instead. Looking down he sees to his horror the true condition of the hide. Patches of scales are missing. Other scales are heavily damaged. A lone bright colored beetle wiggles within the green scales.</p><p></p><p>“What-Is-This?” growls the crime lord. Wardrum stumbles back a step in fear and shock. </p><p></p><p>“I…I… I don’t understand…. It was not…. What is this….”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t treat me like a fool that YOU are Wardrum. Take your filthy diseased …. Skin and leave. You know the clock is ticking. Interest is accumulating. I WILL have my money.”</p><p></p><p>The dwarf begins to leave quickly. “Take it!” shouts the angered little man whom shoves the skin off his desk. The dwarf stumbles and fumbles with the skin. He trips and crawls out of the room.</p><p></p><p>The crime lord sits. Anger clearly on his face. After a few moments he demands his two guards to enter. Fearful they did something wrong they instantly enter.</p><p></p><p>“What was THAT about?!?” he demands.</p><p></p><p>The two guards stumble on their words to answer him.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly a toothy grin is on the halfling’s face. “Did you see how he ran with his tail between his legs? That image will carry me through the rest of the day!”</p><p></p><p>The three Halflings laugh….. and laugh…. And laugh.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf makes it to the next tower over and stops to catch his breath. “Damn you Tobus and your ideas. Damn you. And damn this!” he shouts as he throws the ragged skin over the edge of a bridge. Trying not to sob in public, the humbled dwarf leaves to return to Morgrave and figure out how to raise the money he owes Thavash and his Copperheads.</p><p></p><p>The skin flutters and dances in the air. It blows up against a tower then peels off. It glides down to a bridge hidden in a darkened area in the lower sections of the district. The hide shifts and rustles but there is little wind or breeze this deep in the City of Towers. The barely seen beetle crawls out from the skin. It flitters it’s hard shell wings before turning in small circles. Suddenly, as if it has decided what to do it moves quickly… deeper into the shadows of Sharn. Hunting.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6740934, member: 9255"] THE MORGRAVE ADVENTURES “01 THE TRADE” SEGMENT 07 “AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT” NYMM 10, 1000 PROFESSOR ZILSHIRE’S OFFICE “Like, what did you see?” the ditsy secretary asks as the groups waits to see the professor. She smiles and bats her eye lashes at the dwarf. Today she is wearing a dark green dress with the same black jacket. “The country” says the dwarf in a guarded manner. He tires of her giggle and curiosity. “I rode a lion-bird!” exclaims the goliath with great pride. “A lion…. A Griffon?” she asks. “Fantastic!” Fearing a high-five the dwarf asks her how much longer the professor will be. On cue, he calls for them to enter. Smiling in silence, she nods and shrugs to go in. “The professor is waiting.” He is eager to see the tome. Like a child given a wrapped toy, he tears into the wrapping. He holds the book up in a way the dwarf cannot see the cover. The old man stops and stares at the dwarf from the other side of the held book. “Yes….?” Before anyone can say anything else he dismisses you. Clearly he wants to read the book and have no one bothering him. The dwarf and lizardfolk is first to leave. The goliath turns to leave but hesitates. He half turns to face the man again. “Yes.” He grumbles impatiently. “We were told we would be paid……” begins the hungry big man. “Hurrumph- yes and close the door behind you.” Growls the cranky old man as he tosses a small coin pouch to the goliath. Back at their apartment / suite they look at the money. 60 gold. 20 apiece. The dwarf is not pleased. He needs more. He looks at his travel pack and has a wonderful, desperate, but wonderful idea. He collects a wrapped bundle and excuses himself. He is getting some air. The goliath says okay. The lizardfolk knows better but honestly doesn’t care. Taking the long way to avoid any suspicion of being followed, Wardrum wanders to the Firelight District. A club with many scantly clad women of several races greet him as he enters. They all promise him a good time. He ignores them and continues to the back of the entry room. Two Halfling appear suddenly. “Where have you been little inquisitor?” “Heard you left town without a goodbye. Makes us sad.” Suggests the other Halfling. “Thavash is very unhappy. He missed you.” “Funny thing- I returned to make good on a payment to my dept.” “What is in the bag?” one Halfling asks as he begins to paw at it. The dwarf pulls it away. “It’s not for you. It’s for your boss.” This angers the guard whom draws a small blade. He remains angry but pauses as a voice comes from the next room. “Is that Wardrum? Send that pathetic piece of street filth in here. I need to clear up some rules with him.” Nervously, the dwarf enters the dim room. Behind a large dark wood desk sits a Halfling. He has a serious- deadly serious- look on his face. “You owe me a lot of money for what was done. I had hoped you understood leaving the city would be a bad idea.” The crime boss and associate of the Boromar clan leans forward. “What have you there? My money?” “Close. It is something of great value. I bring it to you as a gift.” Says the normally confident dwarven inquisitor. “None of your beguiling mind game illusions. You know that won’t work on me.” The Halfling pulls and twists at a jeweled ring he wears. Wardrum suspects it makes him immune to illusions. Bad for him. “You are aware of the power and prestige of items made from dragon scales…..” begins the dwarf as he places the bundle on the desk. The Halfling sits back wearily. “Go on.” “I have for you a genuine dragon hide. It is untouched so you can make anything you wish from it.” Never taking his eyes off the Halfling, he unrolls the hide. Confusion. The Halfling is not impressed. He appears angry instead. Looking down he sees to his horror the true condition of the hide. Patches of scales are missing. Other scales are heavily damaged. A lone bright colored beetle wiggles within the green scales. “What-Is-This?” growls the crime lord. Wardrum stumbles back a step in fear and shock. “I…I… I don’t understand…. It was not…. What is this….” “Don’t treat me like a fool that YOU are Wardrum. Take your filthy diseased …. Skin and leave. You know the clock is ticking. Interest is accumulating. I WILL have my money.” The dwarf begins to leave quickly. “Take it!” shouts the angered little man whom shoves the skin off his desk. The dwarf stumbles and fumbles with the skin. He trips and crawls out of the room. The crime lord sits. Anger clearly on his face. After a few moments he demands his two guards to enter. Fearful they did something wrong they instantly enter. “What was THAT about?!?” he demands. The two guards stumble on their words to answer him. Suddenly a toothy grin is on the halfling’s face. “Did you see how he ran with his tail between his legs? That image will carry me through the rest of the day!” The three Halflings laugh….. and laugh…. And laugh. The dwarf makes it to the next tower over and stops to catch his breath. “Damn you Tobus and your ideas. Damn you. And damn this!” he shouts as he throws the ragged skin over the edge of a bridge. Trying not to sob in public, the humbled dwarf leaves to return to Morgrave and figure out how to raise the money he owes Thavash and his Copperheads. The skin flutters and dances in the air. It blows up against a tower then peels off. It glides down to a bridge hidden in a darkened area in the lower sections of the district. The hide shifts and rustles but there is little wind or breeze this deep in the City of Towers. The barely seen beetle crawls out from the skin. It flitters it’s hard shell wings before turning in small circles. Suddenly, as if it has decided what to do it moves quickly… deeper into the shadows of Sharn. Hunting. [/QUOTE]
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