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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Harvey" data-source="post: 2180991" data-attributes="member: 28968">He elf looks down on you with some disdain. "You're not members of the guild, are you?" Without waiting for an answer, he calls out "Barak!" A few seconds later, out from behind a door walks a bugbear, wearing armor and carrying a heavy flail. "Yeah?" he calls out to the elf. "Watch the door and our... guests for a few seconds. I will return shortly.""Sure t'ing" the bugbear responds.The elf stands from behind the desk and walks into the rear room. The bugbear eyes you all up as he uses one of the spikes on his flail to pick out his fingernails. After a full minute, the door opens again, and the elf returns with a human male. This human is wearing scale mail, and a morningstar is attacked to his belt. He has short, brown hair, brown eyes and a scar across his brow. For Eldon:[SBLOCK]Knowledge Local 16You immediately recognize the armor as belonging to a Cyran fighter. [/SBLOCK]For Kah:[SBLOCK]You immediately recognize him as the same man who shot you a look in Redblade's Tavern. [/SBLOCK]The elf returns to his seat, without even acknowledging you. The human beckons you in through the door. "Come in. Come in."You follow the man into the back room, which is revealed to be a huge hall. The hall is, you judge, to be about 80' x 50'. It has two large row tables in it; each table seating over 20 people. Various doors lead out of the hall. Across one wall there is a huge posting board, with a large amount of papers posted on it. From here, however, you can't seem to read any of them. The human gestures for you to all sit down at one of the tables."So" he says, looking at Kah. "I guess I wasn't too clear in my intentions earlier. I wouldn't work for Vestan if I were you. We lost five members of our guild on a job for him. Two of them were friends of mine. But, I know that sometimes you can't pick the job... that the job picks you." He looks at Eldon: "So, I hear you want to know more. Sure, I guess I owe Marcus that much. Let me back up a few weeks. It must have been at least three weeks ago. Some prissy-looking guy comes here with a job. He says he represents some noble named Vestan something-or-other. Says that he needs some help checking out some tunnels in the cogs. Not sure exactly what. So Marcus and I shoot lots over which one of us is going to take the job. He won. So his party goes and takes the job. Only that was a few weeks ago, and they haven't come back. You know the Sharnies... they got too many people patroling Skyway and not enough in the Cogs, and they ain't goin' to waste any time looking for an adventuring party. Me and a few of the fellows go to look for them, but we don't find anything. The cogs are huge. So we confront Vestan. He doesn't know a thing. And between you and me, he seems a little to... well-to-do, I'll say... to get his hands dirty. So, them's the breaks.""So, we follow Guild procedure. Dunno how much you know about our guild here... hey, I think maybe one or two of you might have applied once upon a time. Well, let me say we've got our own little network here. Need a hireling? We have an approved list. Want to know about Xen'drik? We got books upon books. Need to strike a deal in Sharn? We can figure out who to talk to. So, accourding to our by-laws, anyone that sends a party out to their death gets blacklisted. We got a whole list of them..." he gestures to some papers pinned to the posting board on the far wall."I'll tell ya what. You all look wet-eared enough to take on Vestan's job. That's OK, I don't blame ya. But I'll strike a deal with ya. If... and this is a mighty big if... if ya find out what happened to our fellow guild members, me and my crew will sponsor ya for guild membership. Keep in mind that's only four sponsorships... ya need five to get in the guild. But I'm sure a resourceful party like yours can get a fifth. Also keep in mind we got dues... 12 gp a month each... but I'm sure you can swing it.""Though I doubt they're still alive, let me fill ya in on who you're looking for. My two pals are Marcus and Alenus Candaral. Marcus you can't miss: big guy carrying a big hammer handed down from is pop. His brother Alenus is a mage. Both human. They're both ex-Cyre like me. They have another ex-Cryan combat vet... a shifter named Crynn. The other two members of the party are Syann, an elven cleric of Arawai, and Kal something-or-other (we all just call him Kal), one of those weird kalashtar.""Listen, you find out what happened to them, and bring back some proof (preferrably whatever killed them's head on a pike) and I'll help you out. Hell, I'll even let ya keep Marcus' funky warhammer.""Anyways, I gotta take off. Ya got any questions before I go?"</blockquote>

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