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[PbP] The Rising of a God


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Ah finally someone who thinks in advance, rather than on que. The road ahead calls, let us ride in the rays of the early morning sun, when it's still cool and quiet in the streets

As a wizard and an Elf, Argos prefers wine over ale ...
 

The next morning you make for an early breakfast, so there are more hours to travel. As promised Grishan has left behind a small box, containing the alleged map and as a present the owner of the tavern provides the four of you with 5 water skins. "You where some of the best customers I've ever had! Here take these water skins as a gift. I hope that when you return from you travels you will visit me once again. O Yeah Grishan asked to give you this note. He hands the note to Dweldan.

It reads:
"Please do not open the box until you have arrived in Waterport."
Waterport is a trading town some three days west, and the last sign of civilization before the desert stretches out. It derives it name from the small lake, which is the last source of water before entering the desert.

Just as everyone is finishing their breakfast, a somewhat tubby nobleman walks in, wearing expensive clothes and jewelry and looks somewhat disturbed at the dusty inn. When he sees the four of you, he walks up to the table and says in a high pitched voice "Are you the gentleman who took care of that whole barbarian incident? In that case I have an assignment for you. The pay is very generous. At least more than you hoodlums would earn in a month's work. Are you interested? "

He taps one foot in annoyed impatience and murmurs to himself "Well of course they are. Just look at what they wear. That looks like workers outfit! Oh my how distasteful. They must be short on cash. Probably been short all their lives. Can't really blame them. Talent comes with the title. These poor souls probably don't have a title..."
 
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"I am pleased to meet such a well cultured personage sir. I must say that though we are of the adventuring persuasion, at the moment we already have a task to perform. Perhaps the two do not exclude eachother however, so I prithee thee, do inform us of your plight!" Dweldan says, dripping with sarcasm.
 

The nobleman smiles at Dweldan, and either does not understand sarcoma, or just plainly ignores the remark "Well, if I have your full attention... There is going to be a festival to celebrate the beginning of Lowfall soon, or rather an auction. This is for us nobles only, of course, and you are looking at the organizer of this particular event: Asaewin Onerig" he says while making a small bow, ""Now as you all probably know the Wicendannor and Adrendanner have a blood feud which has lasted several years. Since they are both part of the high nobles, they will be both present. Recent provocation has convinced me that both families will try and outbid each other at the auction, which is good..."

The nobleman searches through its pockets and produces a small letter. "... except when it will lead to THIS" That said he throws the note on the table irritably.

It reads: "Adrendanner pigs. Ye not visit the auction or blood will be shed.". It is written in a curly handwriting and is not signed.

"I do NOT want my auction to go to waste because of some blood feud. If they wish to shed blood, they should have chosen another occasion. This auction has cost me a substantial about of hard coin, and I need it to go as smoothly as possible and that's where the four of you come in. I want the four of you to see to it that the youngsters of both Houses, do not engage each other. Or at least not with steel. This could be all left to guards, but since both Houses have substantial wealth and influence, guards good be bribed, which I hope, you can't. Now is this task within your capabilities or should I hire more experienced warriors from out of town?"
 
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"Ok, nobleman. Give us time to talk about this." I say in a bouldering voice.

Ok, it sounds like a good idea. Maybe we can tell it to "the Chin" and give him a share. He might like that. This could mean more jobs if we do it right."
 


"Today is the 27th of Highsummer. The festival will begin at the 1st of Lowfall, but the auction will be held on the 2nd of Lowfall, when all the peasents have drunken themselves into a stupor, which gives us a nice quiet auction, just as we nobles prefer."
 

"In that case, I think we can't take the job... Because on the 2nd of Lowfall I probably drunk myself into a stupor... Sorry."
 

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