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STATUS: No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style. 2 mos ago
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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.
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Today is my birthday! I wish you all a truly enchanted day!
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Arguing over petty details at times of dimensional emergency was a familiar wizardly trait.
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A wizard never had friends, at least not friends who were wizards. It needed a different word. Ah yes, that was it. Enemies. But a very different class of enemies. Gentlemen.
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Depends on the city, as the Vale is not a country as such. But, as penalties go in the rest of the near world, it could be anything from monetary fines to dismemberment, or even the gallows. Kari-Mar in a merchant oligarchy, so your punishment probably depends on who you are and who you know, but merchants in general aren't to keen on thieves. You could very well be hanged, if you're caught.
@Chronic You haven't posted in two weeks, and I can see you've been active in a lot of other threads. I think it's safe to assume that you will not be contributing much to the game, so you can count yourself as officially disbanded. Good luck and have fun in other games.
Vaskandar flashed a smile as the party started asking their questions. He chuckled at Harth-Kazanns comments on ale and boats and, having listened intently, replied.
"I must confess" he said, "That I do not have the time to stay and gossip, but I will answer your questions as best I can. The latest gossip is what is always is; the bickering and scheming of the merchant princes, happenings on the roads going north and east, strange new arrivals in the harbor... You will have plenty of time getting to know more in the Three Tails. It is an inn, and a pretty good one at that. Not opulent, but homely. The host is one Zaretha, merchants daughter, and I would wager you would rather get to know her yourselves than hear me prattle on about all of her virtues."
The sudden blare of a trumpet caught Vaskandars attention, and he urged the party slightly aside before continuing. Soon after, a regiment of soldiers came marching down the dock, all polished steel and hard stares. Those not alert or fortunate enough to get out of the way in time were rudely shoved aside or beaten with sticks by the vanguard. "Principal contingent" Vaskandar explained as the soldiers marched on by, leaving a scattering of grumbling or crying townspeople in their wake, "Not a good idea to get in the way of those. As for strange laws, that's the only one you really need to adhere to: do not anger the Princes, or get in the way of their business. Life in Kari-Mar is otherwise mostly live and let live... or cutthroat, depending on who you are and where you stand, I suppose."
Taking a quick look at the sun, Vaskandar smiled and nodded, as if remembering something. He then turned back to the party, clasping his hands. "And with that, I am afraid I must take my leave of you. Should you decide to visit the Three Tails, I am certain you will get most of your questions answered. Like I said, it is just down Prince Talaris street, near the Paupers square. Perhaps we will meet again. Farewell."
With that, he took a quick bow and turned to walk. He was quickly lost in the crowd, leaving the party to their business.
"I must confess" he said, "That I do not have the time to stay and gossip, but I will answer your questions as best I can. The latest gossip is what is always is; the bickering and scheming of the merchant princes, happenings on the roads going north and east, strange new arrivals in the harbor... You will have plenty of time getting to know more in the Three Tails. It is an inn, and a pretty good one at that. Not opulent, but homely. The host is one Zaretha, merchants daughter, and I would wager you would rather get to know her yourselves than hear me prattle on about all of her virtues."
The sudden blare of a trumpet caught Vaskandars attention, and he urged the party slightly aside before continuing. Soon after, a regiment of soldiers came marching down the dock, all polished steel and hard stares. Those not alert or fortunate enough to get out of the way in time were rudely shoved aside or beaten with sticks by the vanguard. "Principal contingent" Vaskandar explained as the soldiers marched on by, leaving a scattering of grumbling or crying townspeople in their wake, "Not a good idea to get in the way of those. As for strange laws, that's the only one you really need to adhere to: do not anger the Princes, or get in the way of their business. Life in Kari-Mar is otherwise mostly live and let live... or cutthroat, depending on who you are and where you stand, I suppose."
Taking a quick look at the sun, Vaskandar smiled and nodded, as if remembering something. He then turned back to the party, clasping his hands. "And with that, I am afraid I must take my leave of you. Should you decide to visit the Three Tails, I am certain you will get most of your questions answered. Like I said, it is just down Prince Talaris street, near the Paupers square. Perhaps we will meet again. Farewell."
With that, he took a quick bow and turned to walk. He was quickly lost in the crowd, leaving the party to their business.
Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay. I've been busy with family life, but I'm aiming to get something up by tomorrow!
Somebody may have to coax him out of his hidey-hole first, though 😏
The Red Wizard
Hiding under a table, the red wizard was nursing his bottle of scotch while sweating profously, his eyes nervously darting back and forth. In retrospect, his earlier deduction might have led to the wrong conclusion; he wasn't sure now that he'd rather have taken his chances with old Natharghûl, soul sucking or not. This place was a madhouse, and a bad one at that (and he knew what he was talking about - he'd seen more than a few in his time). He'd tried conjuring a protective circle around him, but had so far only succeeded in creating a cute little ring of oddly colored mushrooms around him. The sight of them made his stomach rumble, but he controlled himself. He was hungry, sure, but he'd made it a rule never to eat anything magical. Especially not magical mushrooms, and especially not if he was the one responsible for their unnatural existence.
Daring a peek from out of under the tablecloth, the red wizard immedietly wished he hadn't. There was a dead little raccoon lying there. Or, rather, there were two pieces of a dead little raccoon lying there. He ducked back inside his "panic room", breath coming quick, and gulped down more scotch. No. Nope. Don't think so. Although... he did feel some sympathy for the poor little pupper. It was just an animal. It didn't know anything about the big, scary world out there. An innocent. Hmm... Maybe he should do something about it. Maybe he would, at that. But not before finishing his scotch.
Yes. Great plan!
He certainly knows the spell! The question is, will he remember to perform it correctly? ;)
As the party gathered at the far side of the harbormastery booths, surrounded on all sides by a moving sea of people, a man suddenly detached himself from the crowd and approached them. He was middle aged, with a weathered face and greying hair and beard, dressed in a leather arming jacked and sporting a sheathed sword on his hip. The man gave a nod and a smile in greetings, stopping before the group with a relaxed, confidens stance. He had a certain look in his eyes; sharp and intense, but not unfriendly.
"Greetings" he said in a raspy voice thick with the local dialect, "New to the Vale? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Vaskandar. I am in the business of connecting people, and getting work done. Looking at you come ashore, I got the feeling that you might be in need of connections. Maybe, I said to myself, they are looking for work, or to have some done. No?"
He raised his eyebrow, giving the group an appraising look. Before anyone had time to answer, he shrugged and spread his hands. "In any case" he continued, "Let me give you a lead. There is an establishment uptown along Prince Talaris street, near the Paupers square, called Three Tails. If you are ever looking for someone or something, go there and tell the doorman Vaskandar sent you. They will help you along your way. Now, unless I can help you with anything else, I will not take up any more of your time."
He gave a courteous bow, giving the party a few moments to respond.
"Greetings" he said in a raspy voice thick with the local dialect, "New to the Vale? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Vaskandar. I am in the business of connecting people, and getting work done. Looking at you come ashore, I got the feeling that you might be in need of connections. Maybe, I said to myself, they are looking for work, or to have some done. No?"
He raised his eyebrow, giving the group an appraising look. Before anyone had time to answer, he shrugged and spread his hands. "In any case" he continued, "Let me give you a lead. There is an establishment uptown along Prince Talaris street, near the Paupers square, called Three Tails. If you are ever looking for someone or something, go there and tell the doorman Vaskandar sent you. They will help you along your way. Now, unless I can help you with anything else, I will not take up any more of your time."
He gave a courteous bow, giving the party a few moments to respond.
@BunniesOfDoom I was thinking that perhaps the werewolf wasn't too fond of having a silver coin pressed into his hand :) or maybe I've misunderstood something?
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