Arkitekt

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It isn't exactly Dnd but its a mix of tabletop and the regular creative literature style of play by post, but we do incorporate a few rolls for attributes and skills, as well as actions. Its a very simplified system of a 1d20 with mods for attr/skills, very easy and straightforward. Low-mid fantasy, 18+ gritty, adult humor and themes. Stressing descriptive and advanced applications only. Its going to be an extensive campaign ( the first of many), and I like to add a lot of visual aids as well.

I just got dungeondraft and I am currently making all sorts of maps for locations and points of interest, as well as a thorough world map with over 400 locations. I'm also an artist so I may add a bit of original art as well. Lots of traveling and sailing, globe trotting, all that good stuff. Intended for a small party. Very rich in lore, races, history, religions, etc. Chocked full of good stuff.



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Winds of Fate ~ A Thieves' Adventure - actual rp.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Glad we finally got this thing rolling. Looking forward to what lies ahead. That's why I made my own character to play as well. Should be loads of fun, once we get into what is really going on...

Very excited about it.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Market District
City of Guillan, 6:30PM
Y'Vanna

Y'Vanna was still quite enthused about her new prospect, but less than enthused about the current state of her coin purse. One gold piece and a few bits wasn't a lot to work with, and with what she was planning would require more than a few extra rounds before the dust settled. She began to scan the crowd, which was rich this night and ripe for the pickin's. Everyone had saved up a bit of coin for the festival, for the grog and mead flowed freely these three days, but it was definitely not free. A large crowd and festivities also meant a lot of guards and potential for disaster. None the less, Y'Vanna would pursue her goal, she surely wouldn't be going thirsty this night. She watched the crowd for a short while before she spotted a woman with a child watching a trio of performers dancing about and juggling. It was quite the comedy in the rain, but she wasn't focused on them in the least bit. What she was focused on was how haphazardly the woman had left her purse nestled in a basket she was holding, and just how into the show the woman and child were. There was a small crowd of people around them and the guards were well away from what she could see of them.

Now was the time...

Y'Vanna's feet began to move at a brisk pace as she approached her mark, posing as a passing patron. She nudged a gentleman just to the side of the woman, causing him to lose his balance. The man stumbles a bit and awkwardly lunged forward into the woman's shoulder, causing her to turn and confront him just enough for Y'Vanna to slip in and relieve the basket of her purse. The woman scowled and raised a hand to bat at the man to which he contested and apologized fervently for bumping into her. Y'Vanna smiled as she bled right back into the passing crowd, and right into the back of a guard, who then turned and scoffed at her. Her heart hit the bottom of her belly as she did, thinking she would surely be nabbed for her troubles. She was lucky, for the guard just barked loudly at her for stepping on his heels and went on about his business, which was seemingly trying to drowned himself in ale by the smell of his breath. She froze in shock for a moment, unable to move or say anything as her heart climbed back to it's rightful place in her chest. But it was a fleeting moment, and she was back on her way to the Faded Lantern.

The Faded Lantern Tavern & Inn,
City of Guillan, 6:43PM

It was a short distance to the Faded Lantern, and even shorter in the rain. She was completely soaked now, her leathers clinging to her skin as she approached the tavern doors. She cared little for she could tell by the sound of things that it was already quite lively and full, which meant it would also be steamy and warm inside. Along with the warmth came the stench, but a few horns of grog and nobody cared for very long. That was exactly where she was headed. Straight for the barkeep Percival. A face she was well accustomed to seeing, though sometimes it was with one eye covered. He had seen her take on the grog many a night, and day for that matter...

"The usual, is it lass?" Percival said with a warm smile.

"Aye, I'll take a full pitcher though. and can I have one of the meeting tables upstairs? I've got business to discuss with Vargas tonight and I expect we'll need some privacy about us." Y'Vanna said with a glimmer of hope and aspiration in her words.

"I believe I can arrange that." he said, his dimples finding the bottom of his cheeks when he smiled. "Working on something big then are we? I can smell a good scheme in the works." He then poured a pitcher of grog and set it on the counter.

"Indeed I am. It's a big one too. I'm going to need a crew, a proper one, so spread the word and tell em where I'll be. No details now, not yet. Just tell em there'll be enough coin in it for everyone to make well and good." Y'Vanna said while pouring herself the first horn of her pitcher, downing it instantly.

"I'll spread the word then and inform Lord Vargas that you requested his presence. Take the table above the fireplace upstairs, should be reasonably private. You know I'm supposed to charge for the table, right?" he said raising a brow inquisitively.

"Aye, but I know ye wont. Also I'll need a tab, here's two gold to get me started." she said with a wink, tossing the coins on the bar. "A proper crew Percy, not the usual shite that be a'plunderin' 'round 'ere..." She bellowed as she walked away, switching her hips as she did. Half because she was giddy about having a full pitcher, and half because she knew that Percival had thing for her. It was well past obvious, he nearly glowed when she was about.

She made her way upstairs, navigating the drunken patrons as best she could with horn and pitcher in hand, finally making it to the table, which was in the corner above the fireplace and off to itself with a few other rooms across a narrow hall. These rooms were reserved for groups and meetings such as this, well away from prying ears. The dark oak beams accentuated by flickering candlelight and a few sparsely-placed oil lamps. Wild patterns danced about softly against their grains. A small doorway let into the mezzanine balcony with a partition wall latticed at the top that separates it from the hallway and other rooms. It was about as secure a place as one was going to get in the tavern without having paid for a proper room, and even then a curious ear was of concern. At least here you could see who was coming, and just how audible one should be, if anything need be said, or not.

Many a plot and plan had been made 'round these planks, and many more would follow. But none quite like this, at least not for her. She was usually a loner, didn't much care for working with others. Loose lips and all that jargon being the main reason, but she knew this one was way more than she could pull off alone. She set the pitcher and her horn on the table as she removed her sabre and scabbard belts off and leaned them on the chair beside the one she had chosen for herself. She then untied her cloak and tossed it there as well. It was looking rather shabby, she would have to see about a remedy for that as well. The hurdy gurdys were in full swing and the night was alive with the promise of the morrow's potential. The hearth was roaring and the heat rose to the upstairs where her table was and the room was dimly lit and much more comfortable than the muddy streets outside. She was still drenched, and the room was well suited to have her, and her clothes, dry in no time. It was absolutely balmy already. Beads of water dripped from her hair and trickled down her chest. She took a healthy sip from her horn to decompress.

Word got around fast in the tavern, sometimes a bit too fast. A crew she would have in no time, especially for a lucrative job that was this enticing. She sat down adjacent to the balcony side and toyed with the horn in her fingers a while as she watched the other patrons consorting and carrying on, and dockhands merrily misbehaving. She did so love this scene. She'd stay in forever if she had it her way. She did so love the grog, but a kind lover it was not. She would sit here and wait for whatever Percival or Vargas could muster up on short notice. The Faded Lantern wasn't exactly known for having the best lineup to begin with. She was most certain that Vargas would be awfully curious as to the details of her plot as well. Best they all got to it as well for time wasn't exactly on her side, and Y'Vanna knew it too. The only pin, well, one of the many pins of her plotting that she was up against. They were up against.She would savor this bit of time, like sweet mead on her lips. Things were looking up for her indeed, should she be able to keep herself a free woman…

A free woman she would be...

Hurdy Gurdy Music
~Y'Vanna's Bones~
(-2G from inventory)

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

The Faded Lantern Tavern & Inn
City of Guillan, 6:15PM
Narrator-

The Faded Lantern was now in full swing, and the festivities were well under way even though the festival had not yet officially begun, though the people of Guillan need little in the way of coaxing when it came to having a good time. The rain now fell as a consistent barrage of hefty cool droplets, forming puddles in the lows of the cobbles, and the crowds had changed out once already, save for the stragglers, already bound to bench by the grog, Merry, and very, very drunk. This was all normal for the tavern, festival or not. but the streets were still unbelievably crowded, even with the sudden downpour. Festivals always seemed to draw the most magnificent crowds, at least this was the way in Guillan.

Lord Vargas Had finished making his rounds and left the rest to his capable staff to finish while he retired himself to his private quarters to prepare for the evening. Upon finding his door he was stopped by a young girl who forwarded him a letter, one which changed his demeanor the instant it hit his fingers. He would recognize that sweet fragrance anywhere... Solange
He had been after this one for quite some time. Vargas was attractive enough, and he had his way with plenty of women, rest assured. But something about Solange made him buckle. What ever it was, it could melt his arrogance in a single moment. A man who was otherwise quite a hard man to deal with, reduced to a bumbling wreck with a batt of her eyelashes.
He smelled the envelope intensely, in a single and most awkward sniff before putting it in his coat pocket as he fumbled with the keys to his room, to which he finally retired.
Once inside he opened the letter and began to read it as he got undressed to prepare for the night to come. He would surely have to put on his best now after receiving word from Solange. He was interrupted by a great deal of commotion outside. A large wagon filled with the King's guard had pulled up to the square just across the street from the tavern. They began to dismount and dispersed in the crowd in separate directions, while another headed towards the inn. It was hard to make out through the water cascading down the windowpanes but he could surely wager that it was sheriff Gerranti. Vargas scowled and hurriedly dressed and went to meet him downstairs.

The music was loud and the crowd pulsated with it. The stench of ale and alcohol was already thick and stifling. Vargas finished sheathing his arm in his jacket just as he stepped out into the rain. Gerranti stood at the threshold already drenched and sopping.

"I'd offer you a seat and a full horn, though I doubt you'd accept it." Vargas said, forcing a friendly smile, playing as though there was not a shared feeling of contempt between them.

"Aye, and you'd be right too." said the sheriff. "You might not be on the straight and all but you're not as daft as they say." sneering as the half insult shot forth from his lips like a bolt set forth from bowed string.

"So it's the business then?" Vargas said, as if it would ever be anything else.

"Aye. Looking for someone. Seems Baron Astly has had a run in with one of your lot. A Neh'miah He'ron, frequents this area and 'roundabouts here an' all, thought maybe you'd keep an eye out or might point us in the right direction. Baron says he made off with a hefty sum, some 2000g or thereabouts. got us working round the clock now a'lookin' for 'im."

Lord Vargas winced at the number. "Ouch, that's a good bit of coin to be losin' indeed." he said, finding a good bit of joy in the Baron's misfortune. "But you know that you an yer fellas don't do a lot to bring the crowd in 'round here. I don't suppose you and the fellas could fuck on off for a while, you know, make yerselves a bit more scarce, like maybe get the fuck away from my tavern?" he said, jingling a small purse as he did. Money was a universal language in Guillan, and everyone spoke it...

The sheriff smiled. He knew that Vargas was always good for at least a small purse, it was half the reason he went there in the first place. A crooked smile formed on his face, like a rotting picket fence.. "Well now, I suppose we could make our presence a bit less felt then, maybe keep a low profile for a bit. Can't just up and leave, Von Brandt is breathing down our backs on this 'ere fella, but we'll keep it down.. for a while." he said, as he took the small purse from Vargas. He turned and faded back into the crowd. Vargas could here him rallying the rest of his goons as he did, and he went to make his way back inside.

It was hardly even getting dark out and the guard were already out in numbers. Going to be a wild evening for sure, and this would pick at his thoughts for the remainder of the evening.

All services available.

New info circulating in the tavern:

A rather large shipment of grain from Marth was discovered to have gone bad in transit due to mold. The entire shipment (2.5 tons) was wasted due to mold spores and now sits at the docks. The quartermaster for the ship has been fired and was nearly beaten to death by the overseer down at the Black Lion Trading Co. earlier in the afternoon to which many bore witness to. Lots of dockworkers have reveled in it for the better part of half an hour now.

The sheriff of the district and 5 guards are now circulating in the square just in front of the tavern, which is to hold a couple of pyres for the festival. A massive crowd has already formed despite the rains, and the guards are making rounds. A sketch on a wanted poster of Neh'miah has been posted on several posts around the square.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Narrator-

The Faded Lantern Tavern & Inn
City of Guillan, Late Afternoon

The Faded Lantern Tavern & Inn, the most prominent watering hole in the city for all sailors, dock workers, and scallywags. An extremely vibrant place for such a dimly-lit establishment, it was always teeming with life. A favorite for the working man, just a few blocks from the docks, it was a prime location and took in a great deal of coin. The grog is plentiful and cheap, and everyone knows how to mind their own business. The room fares aren't high and the hearths are always warm. Home to many a thief and pick-pocket, and one well known fence, Lord Vargas, and is a great place to do a bit of business dealings towards the back.

It was a large establishment, and was said to have been around since before the first pylons were pounded into the sea. A massive structure, standing a full five stories tall, it loomed over the corners of Watershed Lane and Center Street, and had an adjacent building that was attached by an indoor breezeway on the second floor. The adjacent building's first floor is used for the bulk storage of the tavern, and has a rather large cellar beneath that, stocked to the brim in spirits. The second floors, and those above that are rooms which can be rented, and can accommodate any size party.
The Faded Lantern is not without it's own troupe of working girls either, all very eager to lighten yer purse. They had one job, and that's to get you full on the grog, talk yer ear up, and bleed yer pockets dry. Bloodsucking leaches, every damned one of 'em.

The tavern was always bustling, but it was extra busy this time of the summer for it was preparing for the Festival of The Crescents. It is a celebration commemorating the second crescent moon of the summer. The celebrations last for three days from dawn till dawn again, and was a very lucrative time for Lord Vargas. So much wine and grog, tipped and poured, and then repeated. It was much to prepare for and seemed to get worse with each passing year. At last year's festivities three people died. Lord Vargas was less than thrilled about that, even less enthused when it's brought back up again... but he was soon to forget his woes once he counted all his coin. If Vargas was anything, he was a greedy bastard. That being said he was about the most straight flying, crooked arrow one could run across. He may have been a criminal, but he was a gentleman about it. He wasn't the sort that would stab you in the back, or even do you dirty, so long as his end of it was square he was as civilized as they come.

A little past five and the tavern was already full. Two galleons and a brig just ported, all with full crews. The galleons were a trading vessels full of goods for the city. One from Liros that would be returning soon, and the other from Guillan is to be switching crews over the next few days. The brig was from Zabuzah, a large mining town to the east. They've just opened a new zinc mine and the ship is to be filled with workers destined for a job at the mines. Vargas knew all of the comings and goings of the docks. He was a well connected man with many retainers. Nothing came in or out of port without him getting a whiff of it first. It suited him, he was great with logistics, and he could manage a great many things all at once. A very Keen man indeed.

A traveling bazaar selling all sort of trinkets and wares has come into the city as well. Talk has been circulating questioning the quality of some of the vendors there, and a few of the taverns patrons seemed rather unhappy about it. The more they drank the worse it got too. All sorts of rumors or tidbits of information could be overheard here. It was the birthplace of many a scheme, and many more to come, no doubt. All one had to do was pay a bit of attention and not step on any toes, and one could all sorts of lucrative ventures to take on...

Currently a little after five in the evening. Forecast expects bouts of rain on and off for the next few days. Festival of the Crescents officially begins at midnight tonight...

Lord Vargas is currently busy checking in a shipment of wine and some barrels of grog and will be making sure that everything is stocked up for the upcoming festivities. He will be making rounds with his staff and barkeep to ensure that everything is running smoothly. The front desk is steadily signing in guests and showing them to their rooms. The Barkeep is fully staffed, as is the kitchen. Hurdy-gurdies and lively piano music can be heard throughout the first and second floors of the tavern.

All services are available and are listed below, along with the current menu for the day:

MENU

• Roast Duck with Apples: 8b
• Cornish Hens with Olives: 11b
• Prime Roast Sirloin: 10b
• Roasted Pheasant and potatoes: 8b
• Mutton, Lettuce and Tomato: 7b
• Braised Oxtails with Mushrooms: 11b
• Spinach Mashed Potatoes: 3b
• Roasted Peppers Filled with a Mix of Cheeses: 5b
• Pickled Beats: 4b
• Artichoke Soup: 4b
• Apple Stuffed Mushrooms: 4b
• Oyster and Mushroom Stew: 6b
  
  Spirits
• Grog: 3b
• Invidian (pale) Ale: 5b
• Askarus (heavy) Ale: 5b
• Kharukan (Bavorian) Ale: 8b
• Rum: 3b
• Yanusa Wine (Zhong-Shu): 5b
• Quillin Winev(Bakaara) : 9b
• Chanusian Wine: 6b

ROOMS & SERVICES

Services:

• Bath: 7b
  
  Accommodations:
• Single: 19b per night
• Double: 25b per night
• Corner Suite: 30b per night (with hearth)
• Master Suite: 45b per night (with hearth and extra accommodations)
• Storage locker: 15b per day
• Bulk Storage: 50b per week

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

I will get to the narrator post tonight after work. It'll have a good bit of info about the Faded Lantern, and a bit about Lord Vargas and what is going on in the area, rumors and some other stuff. I'm still working on the layouts for it but I should have those at least by the weekend.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

I have added the Affrik race and will add an amazonian race as well.

I have also added a few channels to the discord too. I will post a Narrator post tonight too to set the current setting in which the party will meet. There is a brief description of the faded lantern in the maps and locations tab. I will try to work on a layout of the tavern as well to help with the general surroundings. Once I get the narrator post and have approved your CS's then you will be free to begin with your posts. It doesn't matter what your character is doing or where they are in the city as long as they end up at the Faded Lantern, ready to unwind, drink, fight, whatever. Lord Vargas is the owner of the establishment and can be found in the NPC's tab. He will either make you aware that Y'Vanna is in need of a crew, or perhaps you will overhear her (once she has spoken of it, of course) She'll probably pass it along to the barkeep as well, seeing as how they see everyone and are usually good at reading people and sizing them up. At any rate the forming of the party will take place here.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

@Dark Cloud you definitely need discord, and the posts for this campaign will be rather long, like the first post in the IC. It might be a bit much for you to pull off on a switch...

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Guillan- Market district, Noon.

Y'Vanna-

Y'vanna peeled her head from the drool-soaked table planks that served as her last night’s lodgings. Her left hand still clasped around a half drank horn of grog. The afternoon swelter woke her, and the air was thick with the smell of strong alcohol and vomit, and it was enough to drag her from slumber. Her eyes were red and half lidded, her stomach groaned as she bent to wrench the gruel and grog from her belly. What sort of life is this?, she thought to herself. Guillan was supposed to be a stop along the way and nothing more. How had she remained here for nearly a full cycle? Sure, Guillan wasn't a bad place for a thief to make a living, if that's what you'd call it. Enough coin to fill her belly and horn, but that was about it. She couldn't even remember the last time she had a night under roof or with bed. The grog was nothing like the sweet mead she was accustomed to, but a little girl, she was not. She wiped the froth and bile from her lips and chin as she stood. Her face twisted slightly and she winced as she finished off the stale liquid from her horn. She made her way down to the water’s edge, perhaps the thing she enjoyed most about Guillan, as it reminded her of her own port city. Her leather leggings stretched and groaned as she knelt, immersing her head beneath the crystal waters. The shrill water was enough to widen her eyes and erect the hairs of her neck. She pulled her head from the waters and gasped. Finally she was awake, and for better or for worse.

The sun was bright and beat down with little in the way to soften it, and it was almost unbearable she thought.. and her head, oh how it pounded. Her leathers were drenched and tight against her body as she walked. She made her way back to the same outdoor tavern as she placed two bits on the counter. "Another.." she clamored.. Hair of the wolf would surely do the trick, as it had done nearly every day for as long as she could remember. The barmaid produced another horn on the counter as it sloshed. She would've thanked the ogre of a woman, had she actually been doing her a favor. She grabbed her drink and downed it fast.. On to business. Her fingers tapped against the pommel of her cutlass as she figured upon what she was to do this day.. Not much going on for a thief in the afternoon sun, but the heat was not to offer her any rest. She missed the cool breeze that rolled in from the shores from her home lands, but she shook it off. No time for daydreaming, not now. Grandeurs and delusions only got in the way, at least that's what she told herself. She made her way back to the tented tables, choosing a different one this time, away from the cesspools of last nights lodgings. The air was stifling and she had grown tired of her situation, though her drunken state did little to free her of her stagnancy.

She laid a few more bits on the table. The woman huffed and waddled over with all of her stench and girth. She set a small pitcher on the table, sloshing the liquid inside. She looked at Y'Vanna and placed her hands on her hips.

"Aren't ye had enough lass?. Been 'ere nearly a moon’s cycle, day after day a'drinkin' the grog.." the woman said, offering only a slight tinge of sympathy.

"You'd do good to hold your tongue, old sow..." Y'Vanna said in a low and firm voice as she raised a brow and tilted her head to meet the woman's eyes. "Sides, I pay ye do I not? My coin is good, aye?" She snorted. The look was enough to curdle sweet milk in an instant.

"Aye your coin is good... it's your attitude needs a good polishin'.." she said as she waddled back towards the bar adjacent the tented tables.. "Had ye been me own I'd had ye beaten with the sense of things, lass.." she mumbled as she went.

"Had I been yer own I'da left by now..." Y'Vanna said, her voice raised and perturbed in manner as she poured another horn. "Or killed meself... Twat."

The woman cackled as she made her way behind the bar.. They had been at this for a while now.. Had she really been there that long? She downed the horn and poured another. The pounding in her head slowly subsided and gave way back to her thoughts. What to do? The question resounded yet again.. There was still a good bit of day left in the sky, and plenty of time to ponder. She was tired of the marks in the alleys, barely had coin themselves. Things needed to change for her, and she was going to change them. The sun beat down hard around the canvas covered tables, which offered little comfort from the heat. She played with her small purse, rolling the weight and strings in her fingers. What to do indeed..

Several hours pass as Y'Vanna waits out the afternoon swelter. The market district was thick with people and the hot air and stench of it all was stifling. She propped her head with one of her arms as she sighed, watching the passers by, entranced by the motion of it all. She took the last sip from her horn, and looked at it disappointedly. She had been asking for another pitcher for nearly half an hour now, no response from the wicked shrew either. Y'Vanna was losing her patience. She cut eyes towards the bar adjacent her table under the tent. "Look at her.." she thought.. acting as if she hadn't heard her requests for some time. Y'Vanna had little in the way of patience to begin with, and her temper had little need of encouragement like this. She huffed and slammed her horn hard on the table planks.

"Damn it wench, I said another! Ye be deaf as well as ugly now? Do ye?" Her voice was shrewd and cut like a blade. Others seated nearby grew quiet and looked onward in her direction and the scene she was making. Y'Vanna cared little, nor did she notice. The woman waddled silently back and forth behind the counter. Y'Vanna could hear her shuffling about. The woman soon came from behind the bar and walked over to Y'Vanna's table carrying a small tray. She stops directly in front her and sets the tray down. Y'Vanna looks coldly at the woman. The woman then grabs a small cup filled with a steamy liquid. The smell was putrid and stung at the nose. It was quite noxious, she thought.

The woman sat across from her with a stern brow. She crossed her arms and leaned back a bit, tilting her head as if she was disappointed. She nodded her head and pointed at the small cup.. "Drink up lass, do ye good an' all." She nudged the cup closer. "Go on. take it all up now."

"Now ye know this not be what I asked ye for wench.." Y'Vanna said, crossing her arms in contempt. "Sides, it smells like the shite from a sickened yak belly..."

"Just drink it.. go on. Ye be drenched in the mash and need a good lift up.. Now I see people all the time.. just like ye, drinking like the time just stopped a'tickin'.. People don't just drink like that for no reason lass.." She paused a moment before continuing. She leaned across the table taking "Y'Vanna's hand. "I had me own daughter once... long time ago though... Look child, I know what ye be doin for coin.. Least ye not be taking to yer back to get it.. Those be the real fools. I know I didn't exactly get marks for me smarts, but any fool can see it dear. Now, I'm not sure what ye be runnin' from lass, but ye needn't be a'wastin away in the likes of this 'ere place either."

Y'Vanna jerked her hand loose from the woman. "Now just who ye be thinks ye know me? Trust me wench, ye know little about me.. or what I a-." Y'Vanna couldn't finish her retort before the woman started back in at her.

"Aye lass.. Ye be right on that.. I don't know ye.. but I do know ye aren't what ye be claiming to be. And ye don't need be knee deep in shite 'ere either." she said in a very direct manner. "I seen the markings on the back o' yer neck, all slumped over and near a'drownin' in yer own liquids of an evenin'.. and that's enough." she said, raising a brow. "But don't worry lass, I won't be tellin’... now drink up.. I might a have a bit you'd might be interested in, a proper job, if ye gets me jist." She slid the cup closer to Y'Vanna with a stern look.

Y'Vanna sighed and looked away for a moment, as if to take in the recent proposal. She looked back at the woman and leaned in landing a finger on the rim of the glass. She thought for a bit, and there was a brief silence between the two.. She took the small cup in her hand and brought it to her lips then stopped.. "Let's say I do be interested wench.. what sort of job is it... and is it worth me to be doin' in the first place." raising a brow as if slightly intrigued at the sound of this so called "proposition".

"It be enough for ye to get away from 'ere lass.. Now go on, bottoms up." she said slyly..

Y'Vanna thought for a second and threw the liquid to the back of her throat, wincing immediately . The foulness of the dark roasted liquid was indescribable. Black bean tea they called it, guaranteed to lift the drunk from the dead. She smiled and said "Alright then, let's be hearing it." The two leaned in close and began talking over the details:

Now, down to it then… there were a couple of dingy fellas in ‘ere last night, all of them talking it up over a healthy amount of the grog while you were over ‘ere about to drown in yer own slobber. They mentioned a dig site at an old tomb on the island of Gnok, just off the coast and not too far from ‘ere. Said it was nearly bursting at the seams with loot, just ripe for someone like you to come along and lighten their load, if ye gets what I’m sayin..

This went on for half an hour or so, it must have surely looked as if they had been friends for ages to the other patrons. They finally settled and agreed, Y'Vanna and the woman stood, and then the barmaid produced a small folded papyrus and gave it to Y'Vanna. The two shook on it and parted ways.

"We'll see ye none more then, aye?" The large woman said loudly as she made her way to the bar, looking back in Y'Vanna's direction from over the counter as she went back to sprucing the cups.

"Aye, wench, no more.. ye being seeing me no more.." Y'Vanna smiled as she spoke, but she didn't look back. She took to the masses of people in the streets, which had died down a bit now. The daily hours were quickly waning, and so was the heat. It looked as if it might come to a drizzle from the looks of the sky. She found refuge on a bench nearing the end of a corner street, away from most of the traffic. She unfolded the papyrus and looked at the scratched out map and plan, careful not to afford even a single glance to any passers by. She smiled and found herself to be rather giddy upon doing so. A "proper job" indeed, she thought. It finally looked as if her very luck was changing and she would be free of this place, and it would soon be just another faded memory, cloaked in the clutter of better days to come. She couldn't wait to get back to The Faded Lantern to tell Lord Vargas of what she had heard. A ship would be needed, and that meant a crew. This was going to be more than she could chew, and Lord Vargas could surely scrounge up a proper crew. Of course, he’d want his share of the findings. Vargas wasn’t anything if he wasn’t greedy. She was now well on her way to the tavern, already with a growing thirst for more of the grog. A light drizzle began, soothing the streets of the unbearable, sweltering heat...

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

@Atrophy@Fetzen@Jarl Coolgruuf@TheCannaFairy

Update: Sample Character sheet has been updated and is ready. Everyone will start as level 1. Again if you dont see a class or race or something you'd like to see let me know and I will do my best to accommodate you (please, for the love of god, no orcs or elves..)

Also, in the past the posts have been rather lengthy, Im going to try and cut them down a bit (not terribly, I'd still like a good bit of description, but smaller) as to help with flow. I feel like people will post a bit more if it isn't so novella, as I'd like to see at least one or two posts a week from everyone if possible.

SAMPLE SHEET:

NAME HERE
Level: 1
Class: Rogue/Sailor (novice)
Currency: 1G, 27 bits
Ammunition: 3 shot
Armor: +2, Leathers

Vitality: 9
Status: Hungover (-1)

(The rest will be in a hider labeled as your characters name.)
Basic Info:
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Race: Human, Rovanni
Origin: Avondyllac, Alburmoch
Relgion(s): Leathe, Ka'a Alissi
Attire: Leathers, light leather armor
Demeanor: Cold, stand offish, cynical

ATTRIBUTES: (15 points)

Awareness: 3 Intelligence: 2
Strength: 2 Wit: 2
Dexterity: 2 Willpower: 1
Charisma: 2 Luck: 1

SKILLSETS: (10 points)

Lockpicking- 2
Stealth- 2
Scaling- 2
Pickpocket- 2
Stealthy Blow- 1
Sailing- 1

FLAWS: Your major character flaw
BACKGROUND: Your background story
PERSONAL EFFECTS: your gear, keep it minimal (end hider)

DICE LINK TO GUILD DICE GEN: (outside of hider)

It looks like this filled in:

Y'vanna Ravana'dan

Level: 1
Class: Rogue/Sailor (novice)
Currency: 1G, 27 bits
Ammunition: 3 shot
Armor: +2, Leathers

Vitality: 9
Status: Hungover (-1)

Y'VANNA

Gender: Female
Age: 29
Race: Human, Rovanni
Origin: Avondyllac, Alburmoch
Relgion(s): Leathe, Ka'a Alissi
Attire: Leathers, light leather armor
Demeanor: Cold, stand offish, cynical

Attributes:

Awareness: 3 Intelligence: 2
Strength: 2 Wit: 2
Dexterity: 2 Willpower: 1
Charisma: 2 Luck: 1

Skillsets

Lockpicking- 2
Stealth- 2
Scaling- 2
Pickpocket- 2
Stealthy Blow- 1
Sailing- 1

Flaws:

Y'vanna is a lush, heavy drinker, and also addicted to various intoxicants. It could be said that Y'Vanna is wild, and she is a bit reckless because of it. She likes to have a good time maybe a bit too often and is partial to the "Dust". A highly addictive stimulant that can be very detrimental.

Background:

Y'vanna comes from a port city called Avondyllac, which is a harbor town located in the southern most regions of the Lands of the Nine on an island called Alburmoch in the South Sea. Her father was a merchant and skiff sailor there in Avondyllac. He died when she was 15 and she had no one else to care for her, and shortly after his death she was taken in by a monastery. She remained with them for the better part of a year before the clergy would wash their hands of her, being "too wild" and "too unruly to ever be considered for the convent" as they had put it. A Rovanni, she was destined to be wild and full of curiosity. She was always drawn to the sea, Avondyllac was a beautiful port city, and she often was found simply watching the waves roll in.

One day her wildness took to the winds, and she jumped ship with a small crew destined for the Kingdom of Guillan, with high hopes for a brighter, more vibrant future. The Great city and the free world did not take very long to whittle away at her innocence. She more often than not took to pickpocketing and petty thievery to scrape by, and that's just what she does.. Scrape by. She often forgoes a dry bed for the grog and doesn't seem to mind it very much, as long as her cup stays full that is..

She was picked up on thievery charges, and accused of piracy for which she spent two years on the island of Khundaharr, a prison camp that facilitaters forced servitude for crimes at a massive granite quarry. The stone that is quarried supplies the Lands of the Nine's. She now bears a brand on the back of her neck, as a reminder of her crimes.

She would make a suitable deckhand or sailor, and often takes a sailing job when she can. These positions are not often easy to come by for a woman though so work is sparse.

Personal Effects:

High quality cutlass (Obviously stolen)
Scabbard and 2 belts
Stiletto dagger, leather sheath (fair in quality.. also probably stolen..)
Small caliber flintlock pistol (crude)
Small powder horn
Leather, studded leather armor, +2 armor protection
Small set of picks
leather Coin-purse
Small leather Satchel Bag
Light leather Hooded Cloak
A small piece of leather scrap containing a small vial of "dust", powdered stimulant, mood altering drug which is also highly addictive.

Y'vanna's Bones