Break the silence
07-25-10, 09:16 PM
Closed to Orphans and Chroma
This is the quest
A Baker’s Dozen
Requirements: None.
Synopsis: Jackson the baker has reported his wares to be, for want of a better word, ‘missing.’ Somebody in the town is stealing his buns right from under his nose! Could it be nymphs, goblins, or something more sinister? You’ve been hired by the local constabulary and Jackson himself to get to the bottom of this granary conundrum. Your only lead is a hand print left in the flour in the mill, and a trail of crumbs leading to a crack in a wall on a small residential building nearby.
Reward: There is a reward of 100 gold coins if you solve the case; the constabulary have requested a human culprit be brought in alive, by any means necessary, but the hide or head or whatever beast or kin will suffice. If you manage to recover the stolen buns, Jackson has expressed he will make you the nicest cake imaginable
Dawn of the second day.
Chroma awoke before Dark. He turned to see a small amount of light shine through the window. Across the room Dark laid sprawled out in his bed. He turned his head slightly and saw Train curled up in a ball at Dark's feet. Both were breathing slowly, showing that they were asleep. Chroma sat up and got out of bed.
Dark's jacket hung lazily from the door nob, a small slip of paper sticking out of the front pocket. Chroma took a few steps towards the jacket, cringing as the floorboards creaked noisily. He extended his arm and pulled the slip out. He read it quickly. Jackson the baker has reported his wares to be, for want of a better word, ‘missing.’ Somebody in the town is stealing his buns right from under his nose!
at the bottom it stated the reward. There is a reward of 100 gold coins if you solve the case; the constabulary have requested a human culprit be brought in alive, by any means necessary, but the hide or head or whatever beast or kin will suffice. If you manage to recover the stolen buns, Jackson has expressed he will make you the nicest cake imaginable
Chroma licked his lips, cake sounded good. He heard a slight creak, and then Dark pounced on Chroma, sending both men to the floor. "Morning!" he said as he rolled off his chaperon.
Chroma hopped to his feet as well, "What was that for?" he asked stretching. Dark smiled and took both swords out from their hiding place and tossed one to Chroma. "After yesterday I realized we needed to be on guard. From now on we are armed at all times." Dark explained as he tossed a sheathed sword to Chroma.
The leather was a dark brown, almost black. A strap hung from it, which Chroma used to sling the sword over his shoulder. Dark did the same as well. Dark smiled, revealing perfectly white teeth. his long black hair covered his deep brown eyes, which twinkled with anticipation. Chroma grinned. If all went well Dark will have completed his good deed, and free from his debt. Not to mention Chroma would get a bonus.
The pair went to the bottom floor, where the tavern had been cleaned up after the ogre attack. The only remnant was a dark purple stain by the bar. The bar tender smiled at the two as they sat down. Dark ordered two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon. But when dark reached down to open his purse the bartender stopped him. "You kept the damage to a minimum during your fight, the meals are on me." he said in a gruff voice.
When the food came out Dark attacked it ravenously. Chroma ate quickly too, but savored the flavor. The eggs were fluffy and slightly sweet. Dark stopped him and added a pinch of salt and pepper. When Chroma resumed eating the meal tasted phenomenally better. After breakfast the two left for the Bakery. It was still early, and the streets were empty as they made their way down market street.
Once they reached the bakery they entered and smiled. "Hi we're here to help find your missing goods." Dark said in a slightly upbeat tone. "Exactly what was stolen?"
This is the quest
A Baker’s Dozen
Requirements: None.
Synopsis: Jackson the baker has reported his wares to be, for want of a better word, ‘missing.’ Somebody in the town is stealing his buns right from under his nose! Could it be nymphs, goblins, or something more sinister? You’ve been hired by the local constabulary and Jackson himself to get to the bottom of this granary conundrum. Your only lead is a hand print left in the flour in the mill, and a trail of crumbs leading to a crack in a wall on a small residential building nearby.
Reward: There is a reward of 100 gold coins if you solve the case; the constabulary have requested a human culprit be brought in alive, by any means necessary, but the hide or head or whatever beast or kin will suffice. If you manage to recover the stolen buns, Jackson has expressed he will make you the nicest cake imaginable
Dawn of the second day.
Chroma awoke before Dark. He turned to see a small amount of light shine through the window. Across the room Dark laid sprawled out in his bed. He turned his head slightly and saw Train curled up in a ball at Dark's feet. Both were breathing slowly, showing that they were asleep. Chroma sat up and got out of bed.
Dark's jacket hung lazily from the door nob, a small slip of paper sticking out of the front pocket. Chroma took a few steps towards the jacket, cringing as the floorboards creaked noisily. He extended his arm and pulled the slip out. He read it quickly. Jackson the baker has reported his wares to be, for want of a better word, ‘missing.’ Somebody in the town is stealing his buns right from under his nose!
at the bottom it stated the reward. There is a reward of 100 gold coins if you solve the case; the constabulary have requested a human culprit be brought in alive, by any means necessary, but the hide or head or whatever beast or kin will suffice. If you manage to recover the stolen buns, Jackson has expressed he will make you the nicest cake imaginable
Chroma licked his lips, cake sounded good. He heard a slight creak, and then Dark pounced on Chroma, sending both men to the floor. "Morning!" he said as he rolled off his chaperon.
Chroma hopped to his feet as well, "What was that for?" he asked stretching. Dark smiled and took both swords out from their hiding place and tossed one to Chroma. "After yesterday I realized we needed to be on guard. From now on we are armed at all times." Dark explained as he tossed a sheathed sword to Chroma.
The leather was a dark brown, almost black. A strap hung from it, which Chroma used to sling the sword over his shoulder. Dark did the same as well. Dark smiled, revealing perfectly white teeth. his long black hair covered his deep brown eyes, which twinkled with anticipation. Chroma grinned. If all went well Dark will have completed his good deed, and free from his debt. Not to mention Chroma would get a bonus.
The pair went to the bottom floor, where the tavern had been cleaned up after the ogre attack. The only remnant was a dark purple stain by the bar. The bar tender smiled at the two as they sat down. Dark ordered two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon. But when dark reached down to open his purse the bartender stopped him. "You kept the damage to a minimum during your fight, the meals are on me." he said in a gruff voice.
When the food came out Dark attacked it ravenously. Chroma ate quickly too, but savored the flavor. The eggs were fluffy and slightly sweet. Dark stopped him and added a pinch of salt and pepper. When Chroma resumed eating the meal tasted phenomenally better. After breakfast the two left for the Bakery. It was still early, and the streets were empty as they made their way down market street.
Once they reached the bakery they entered and smiled. "Hi we're here to help find your missing goods." Dark said in a slightly upbeat tone. "Exactly what was stolen?"