Out of Character:
A Kick In The Teeth
Synopsis: Bertha was once known as Bertha the Battle Maiden when she was younger. Then she got married to a no good slob who gallivants his desires away all day while she's stuck raising their kids. Bertha's request is simple; Get the slacker Silvius a job, beat some responsibility into him, or watch the children so Bertha can do it herself.
Reward: Depending on which option you take in this quest, you can be rewarded with 500 GP, an enchanted weapon, or a magical item. The weapon and item can be up to you, but the effects have to relatable to the story. Unless, of course you kill Silvius, in which case, you get nothing except an enemy in Bertha.
“And don’t come back till ya’ve earned a day’s wages”. The door slammed to a close and shook in its hinges until Bertha slumped against it and began to weep. The house always seemed so still after one of their fights, and this had been their third in as many days. Although, had you asked either of them, they would have told you that the bickering hadn’t stopped since their first was born.
Bertha cried even harder, struggling to draw breath in hyperventilation at the thought of her children. They were three and one years of age, both still so innocent, but she knew that would only be true for so long. As Bertha replayed the argument in her mind, her eyes scanned the room before coming to rest upon the mantel at the back of their hovel. Two swords, one his and one hers lay crossed there, a layer of dust gathering slowly on their blades. They were mere trinkets of home décor which now rest in mockery of their past existence. “How long has it been since we were happy like we were then?”, she asked receiving only silence in answer.
For a long while, Silvius stood on the doorstep looking out into the night. It tore at his heart to hear Bertha that way, but he stood firm in his position. “She simply don’t understand or respect my needs. She aint the only one makin a sacrifice”. It was true. They had both decided that adventuring was too dangerous. They were going to be a family, and so they both needed to settle down and accept that responsibility.
Silvius had tried his hand at some of the traditional professions of Underwood. Logging, trapping, he even tended the bar at the Promenade, but none of it suited him. With each failure he grew more depressed and Bertha more disappointed until he finally stopped trying. He simply could not beat his addiction to the thrilling lifestyle of his youth, and, rather than try, he had been secretly indulging himself in his own adventures for the past six months. At first it was gambling, and he did alright for himself too, until lady luck caught up with him and demanded her share. To support his new habit, Silvius turned to con artistry and petty theft, both of which were thrilling in their own right.
Still standing in the darkness of his front step, Silvius checked his pocket. Feeling the gem that he often used in his trickery, he moved on in search of excitement and gold enough to placate his wife.