drnuncheon
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The wizard Kenzil knelt in the opulent, dimly lit cabin. The tide gently swayed the ship from side to side. The massive bestial forms of two ogres, bent almost double, flanked the kneeling wizard, making him feel even smaller.
Somehow, the man he knelt in front of didn't seem to be dwarfed by the ogres at all. Perhaps it was the mute deference they paid him, or the regal confidence with which he held himself. The captain swirled the rich red liquid in his snifter as he looked down at the wizard.
"Your gifts were very impressive," he purred, his voice lazily filling the room. "Aside from the dagger, which was a poor forgery." He smirked at the wizard's reaction. "I see my tastes are well known."
"Th-there are more," stammered Kenzil. "The statues, the painting..."
"Hm, yes. The items which were too large for you to move in your condition. Perhaps I shall send my men for them in the morning. But that is not what I want." He raised the glass to delicately inhale the scent of his drink. "I have need of a wizard, and you will perform admirably."
The captain's smile seemed warm, but it still managed to chill Kenzil to the bone. The wizard forced the words out. "I will...serve you."
"Yes. Yes, you will. One way or another." And Bloody Jenkins smiled.
What's going on? Who are these people? And what significance do those strange yellow signs have?
Find out in drnuncheon's Freeport Story Hour, as matters come to a head. Watch-Lieutenants Dru and Di'Fier have finally discovered the sinister plans of the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign, and race to stop them. Will they succeed, or will the city be plunged into madness and chaos?
Somehow, the man he knelt in front of didn't seem to be dwarfed by the ogres at all. Perhaps it was the mute deference they paid him, or the regal confidence with which he held himself. The captain swirled the rich red liquid in his snifter as he looked down at the wizard.
"Your gifts were very impressive," he purred, his voice lazily filling the room. "Aside from the dagger, which was a poor forgery." He smirked at the wizard's reaction. "I see my tastes are well known."
"Th-there are more," stammered Kenzil. "The statues, the painting..."
"Hm, yes. The items which were too large for you to move in your condition. Perhaps I shall send my men for them in the morning. But that is not what I want." He raised the glass to delicately inhale the scent of his drink. "I have need of a wizard, and you will perform admirably."
The captain's smile seemed warm, but it still managed to chill Kenzil to the bone. The wizard forced the words out. "I will...serve you."
"Yes. Yes, you will. One way or another." And Bloody Jenkins smiled.
What's going on? Who are these people? And what significance do those strange yellow signs have?
Find out in drnuncheon's Freeport Story Hour, as matters come to a head. Watch-Lieutenants Dru and Di'Fier have finally discovered the sinister plans of the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign, and race to stop them. Will they succeed, or will the city be plunged into madness and chaos?
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