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((Here’s the deal. I want this to be an IC thread. So if you are interested in any of these missions, you can post here ICly and ask the vendor about a certain mission and I’ll reply with more data. I intentionally didn’t give a lot of info so I could give the details to the interested through IC dialogue. You don’t have to elaborate in your posts if you don’t want to; hell, if you don’t feel like it, you can write just one sentence. Just make it IC like the Bazaar threads for example. I just thought this would be more interesting then the usual. Also, the claimant of each mission can decide how many people he wants to take with him/her, but don't make it too crowded.))
In the very center of the Bazaar District, jutting out of the bustling sea of the Radasanth marketplace like a stone ridge, a booth made out of red bricks stands. Other then the fact that it is probably the only stall that isn’t made out of wood, the kiosk is rather unremarkable. There are no wares to buy here though, no hawkers trying to outdo their competition. Still, on both sides of the opening that introduces a rather rotund bald man hidden in the shadow of the interior, there is plenty to browse. Scraps of papers, handwritten notes and even printed announcements litter the walls, some pinned to the wooden board, some glued, some just pushed over the already posted ones. All were numbered with a prominent number written in red ink and all but several notes of local jesters were job offers. Mostly it was menial work that the official law enforcement couldn’t or wouldn’t handle, but sometimes if the situation was critical, official government announcements could be found on the employment board.
One of those, a large printed note with the seal of the Corone Navy, was dominating the center of the board:
#1 ((Claimed by Siren))
URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT
The Corone Navy is currently recruiting freelance mariners and swords-for-hire for a mission in the neutral waters north of the coasts of Corone. They are to accompany a group of our most experienced sailors on a convoy of ships that is to retrieve the cargo from an archipelago where three transport vessels were lost. Currently, the reason for the disappearance of these ships is unknown, but it is assumed that the rough autumn thunderstorms shifted them off course. However, several rumors speak of Alerar radicals that intentionally sabotaged the convoy. Therefore, chances for a hostile threat are moderate.
Primary objective: Retrieve the cargo.
Secondary objective: Rescue the mariners.
Bonus objective: Take into custody those responsible for the disappearance of the ships.
Rewards: 1000 gold piece plus another 500 if the bonus objective is accomplished.
For more information, ask the local vendor.
Below the rather professional note, written in a delicate handwriting that looked genuinely elvish, stood another:
#2 ((Claimed by 016573))
CORONE RANGERS WANT YOU!!!
Trouble stirs in Concordia. For no apparent reason, a group of local lumberjacks isolated themselves in the north region of the great forest, refusing to deliver timber. Instead they began barricading themselves in the evergreen trees, south of the mild slopes of Comb Mountains. Furthermore, they began construction of a dam on the Firewine River. The reason for this is as of yet unknown because Concordia is a region rich with water. Some doubt that they intend to accumulate vast amounts of water before breaking the dam and flooding everything that stood downstream from their current locations. It is clear that the woodcutters are not working on their own and while Corone can provide a regiment that would deal with this situation, we look for somebody who would infiltrate their camp and get some information on those involved in this insurrection before attacking.
In short, if you think you’re capable to get behind enemy lines and strike at the heart of this rebellion, please contact the local vendor for more information.
Rewards: A talymer longbow/crossbow or a dehlar weapon from the Rangers Armory
The next note was scribbled in what seems like a hurried handwriting, the uneven tear of the yellowish paper and the incorrect spelling making it clear that the author had little time and wits to spare:
#3
Need help. Farm overun by zounds o praying bugzes. some az big as dog. Me thinks they come from the old orchard, where that is a bunch of old stones, but Edon just a peasant. Plase, any hero, can help me?
Rewards: Edon’s family heirloom which is actually a magic item(s) with a minor enchantment of your choice
Pinned to the very top of the board, another official-looking note wavered in the light breeze:
#4
From: Ministry of Internal Affairs
To: Local Employment Agency
The situation: Recently, the communication between the Corone Government and the province of Akashima had begun to wane mostly due to the mutual lack of interest. However, Akashima is a great asset to the Corone Republic and we desire to deepen our diplomatic relations. For that reason, a new Corone embassy is constructed in the proximity of the Akashima Royal Palace.
Your job: Escort the new ambassador, Edward Tanniser, from Radasanth to his new embassy in Akashima. Keep him safe at all cost and take him by the safest route.
Possible threats: Concordia conservatives that oppose Akashima’s semi-independence...
Rewards: The Autobow or a plynt weapon enhanced with the fire element
A piece of grimy paper bears a barely comprehensible note:
#5 ((Claimed by Zerith))
MINERS NEEDED!
If you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty and feel capable of doing some old fashioned manual labor, join us under the Jagged Mountains. Currently, we are in the process of clearing the collapsed legendary tunnels in which the Coronian’s hid during the Demon War, turning the caves into a museum dedicated to the past that shaped the Corone Republic. Plenty of artifacts still remain buried in bowels of the earth and you can be the first one to uncover them.
Rewards: An item made out of young dragonscale with minor resistance to the element of choice
Jotted down in hasty cursive letters, smeared on several places, the next note reads:
#6
Athena Chancer, thirteen year old daughter of a local armorer, has gone missing without a trace two days ago. We are willing to reward any kind of information about her whereabouts. Athena is about five feet tall, with curly blonde hair, blue eyes and a birthmark on her left wrist in the shape of a crescent moon. She is also quite a protégé in the department of magic, specializing in illusions, so mayhap some renegade mages kidnapped her because of her rising power. In case you find her, or come in possession of anything regarding her, please visit us in the Radasanth Bazaar district or contact the vendor of the “Employment Kiosk”.
Rewards: A suit or armor, made of sifan cloth covered with titanium plates
As a recent addition, pinned over the already existing notes, a large printed note stands, its neatness emphasizing the importance.
#7 ((Claimed by Silence Sei))
PLAGUE OUTBREAK!!!
The situation: We regret to inform the citizens of Corone that the city of Jadet is currently under quarantine because of the possible epidemic outbreak within its walls. The illness is suspected to be transferred by physical contact and kills within a week from infection. Though our top healers are working on a cure, independent efforts will be richly rewarded should they aid in handling the situation. Currently, we have no information whether or not this is a terrorist act, but caution is advised.
Possible enemies: Witches from one of the islands off the eastern shore of Corone.
Rewards: A vlince cloak resistant to all sorts of poisons and diseases
Inside the booth, the vendor yawned, turned the page of the newspapers that he read, and waited for the slow day to drool past him while his eyes skimmed over the articles.
“Just my luck,” the halberdier said to himself, “Nothing that seems interesting.”
The brown-haired man stood in front of the red booth, reading every note that caught his attention. As much as he hated having resort to looking for work this way, he was gradually accepting the fact he was simply going through one of those slow periods. Work would pick up the pace eventually, but until then he still needed to make ends meet. Hopefully, this booth offered something he’d enjoy.
Eventually the sapphire eyes of the halberdier settled on another note. Even then, Zerith had to take his time to decipher what was supposed to be another man’s writing. The job didn’t sound hard, it seemed like all his had to do was do some mining. What did it matter if he got his hands dirty? Money was money. He scanned the wall one more time to see if there was anything better before giving up and taking the grimy piece of paper off the wall and headed to the vendor.
“Number five,” Zerith said as he placed the filthy note down on the vendor’s newspaper. “What else can you tell me about it?”
Bann was shifting in his chair, making a mental note to remind his employers just how uncomfortable the issued chair, making his ass numb. The damn thing was wobbly, heavy and as hard as if it was made out of unhewn stone. This irritation in turn distracted him from the results from the recent jousting, making him completely lose track on who should he bet on in the next round. The names of the lords and lordlings, favorites and underdogs, all got mixed in his head and he didn’t know on which to place a bet once his shift was done.
He was about to pick up a piece of paper and jot down the names this time, when a man approached, presenting one of the notes. Bann eyed the young mercenary, folded his newspapers and let them rest on the counter before he picked up the note. There were additional records on each of these missions in his Little Red Book, but Bann knew most of the info by heart. He studied the dirt-stained note, noticed the big red number that he wrote down himself several days ago, and then lifted his round face to look at the brown haired halberdier.
“Ah, the mining endeavor of those museum pencil pushers.” he said, smiling with a touch of disdain. He didn’t like the prissy curators and the way they treated a piece of old bone better then their peers, but it was his job to peddle info, not opinions. “Well, the main dig is up north, in the Jagged Mountains, led by Alania Lawrance, the curator of Radasanth Museum. There are a bunch of people already working there, but there is a whole system of caves there. From what I heard, it’s not such a hard time working there, since Alania insists on being careful with the excavation.”
Bann paused, eyed the man studiously, before leaning a bit more on the counter. “Though, from what I also heard, there might be more then just old pottery and bones in those caves. There’s a rumor of a treasury forgotten under the mountain. But then again, there is also a rumor about monsters guarding it. Hearsay mostly, but something you should keep in mind if you’re taking the job.”. He leant back, opened up a drawer and pulled out a furled document which he pushed over the counter towards the man. “Either way, here are the official papers. She needs at least two or three people up there, so if you have any friends, they are welcome to join.”
((Keep in mind that this is just general info. You can take this quest in any direction you want.))
“That’s horrible!” Krugor yelled angry.
The skeleton leaned over into the booth as he slammed his fist on the counter. There were many pieces of paper nailed to the wall and the clipboard, there were even some dirty papers laying around on the counter and the floor. And, looking at the man inside the booth, it wasn’t strange that the kiosk was so badly taken care of. The man wasn’t exactly, by lack of a better word, “dreamy”. But then again, neither was Krugor. So the skeleton quickly redirected his attention back to the papers. All the clippings had some sort of announcement or cry for help written upon them, each one individually marked with a thick red number. But Krugor couldn’t care less about the neatly written papers, nor did he care about the ones promising massive amounts of money or any other form of big rewards. Those were all written by people who could very well do it on their own and their laziness astounded the skeleton. No, there was only a single piece of paper that caught his attention. It was that very request for help that made him shout out loud, aggravated by the message upon it.
“That poor man!” he screamed.
Krugor jumped up and down, pointing to the yellowish note on the board, written by, what seemed, a lesser fortunate man. The writing didn’t qualify for the most promising literature of the year, but it was genuine. It was written by someone who truly needed help, someone who couldn’t do the job himself, even if he really wanted to. This was someone who needed Krugor’s help.
“That one! Number three! Gimme that one!”
The skeleton calmed down a bit, feeling comfortable in the knowledge that he would very soon help a out someone in need.
“Now, do you have any more info, mister announcement-man?”
Bann just finished dealing with a rather young sword-for-hire and started to jot down what was bound to be the winning combination of bets on local prizefighting when a deranged voice snatched him away from his numbers. The bawling exclamation didn’t surprise him greatly, but once he lowered the papers and noted who uttered it, he nearly fell from his chair. “Holy smoking turkey! A talking skeleton! What the hell do you...”
He was interrupted by another frantic salvo of words, in the midst of which he got an answer to the question he was about to ask. The talking undead that looked like something that remembered he still wanted to live about ten years after it was dead and buried was actually asking for a job. In fact, not only asking, but it seemed aghast by the contents of one of the notes. Number three, from what Bann managed to comprehend in between his own surprise and the skeleton’s yammering.
“I didn’t know you undead things are keen on helping people. You better not eat poor Edon or hurt him or anything.” the rotund man within the cubicle said, eyeing the skeleton studiously, examining him for any sign of enmity and deceit. Once he found none – other then the completely scary exterior of course – he decided to give the thing some info. It couldn’t hurt much after all. Edon’s note has been hanging there for a while and the old farmer could use any kind of helping hand, even if it was a bony, undead one.
“Yeah, I have some info for you.” Bann said, leaning into his chair, a bit more relaxed. “Old man Edon came to me a while ago, running his mouth on and on about these large green bugs that were eating his crops and even butchering some of his livestock, so I made him put up a note. From what I could gather, next to his farm there’s an abandoned estate with an orchard and some ruins in the middle of it. Apparently, it’s from this orchard that these monsters came. According to what Edon described, these things are like... like... Damn, what do you call those... Mantises, yes, like mantises, only bigger.”
Bann paused, then remembered a rumor that went around and decided to share that as well. “Rumor has it that the ruins are cursed and that they were the reason why the lord of the manor and his family fled from these parts. Then again, some say that they are still in there, dead as door nails, and that these bugs got so big by feasting on their bodies. It’s up to you to check it out. Edon’s farm is on the west edge of Concordia forest, several miles north from the West Road.”
((You can really take this in any direction you want, just as long as you take care of these bugs for the old man. :) ))
Breaker
09-21-06, 03:14 PM
The Employment Kiosk was a welcome sight.
Josh had been in Radasanth for just over a day, and it had been his destination since he had arrived. The Earthling had been living in Scara Brae, but work there was scarce at the moment. Hearing from a sailor that there were plenty of jobs with greater rewards available in Corone, Josh had taken the next barge over to the big city, and had begun sweeping the Bazaar district. Having finally made his way to the very heart of the enormous district, he now approached the kiosk and efficiently scanned the notices. Nodding in a friendly way to the vendor, Josh pointed casually at the note in elvish handwriting.
"I'm interested in #2 there, Sir... can you tell me anything more about it?" The Agent felt quite lucky in finding a job which suited his skillset so well. "I should be able to infiltrate a lumberjack camp easily," he thought.
After getting nearly scared to death by the talking skeleton that, despite the fact that he had no flesh or muscles on his body, still had heart to enlist as aid for old man Edon, Bann was lacking concentration to finish his betting ticket for the day. Instead, he pushed his chair a bit deeper into the shadow of the kiosk, leaning against the backrest and covering his face with the unfolded newspapers. That way, even though he was unable to block out the bustle of the Bazaar, he was able to get at least a quick nap after which hopefully he would be focused enough to pick out the right names for his bets.
He wasn't certain how long he snoozed, but when a voice snatched him out of his slumber, it was already late afternoon and the Bazaar rush was waning significantly. The papers that were initially covering his face fell aside during his rest and the first sight he saw when he opened his eyes was another young merc out to make some quick cash and score some fame as well. Because he asked for probably the most perilous mission that was on the board and when Bann eyed him, pulling his chair closer to the stand, he hoped that he had some friends that would aid him in this endeavor.
"Number two, you say? Hmm, hard stuff, very dangerous..." the rotund man mumbled, knuckling the crust out of his eyes and pulling out the large tome in which the details were contained. "I hope you have some friends that will help you in this. Several mercenaries already claimed this mission, but we haven't heard from neither and given the fact that those damn lumberjacks still hold their ground, I have a feeling we won't be hearing from them ever again."
He flipped the leathery cover open and shuffled through some pages before he found the needed info. "Ah, here we are. Well, to tell you the truth, we don't have much info on the insurrection, but that fact alone reveals too much. With all due respect to the hardy woodcutting folk, but they aren't exactly brainiacs. They couldn't pull this off on their own. In fact, I overheard several rangers talking in one of the taverns and they said that the lumberjacks are actually held captive by agents of an unknown foreign organization and forced to build the dam. Supposedly, these agents keep the security so tight that even our rangers failed to get behind their lines."
With that said, Bann provided a rather crummy looking map. On the southern slopes of Comb Mountains, just east of the South Road, there was a rather uneven red circle around the riverbed of Firewine River. "It's here that their camp supposedly is. The perimiter is constantly patrolled some say even by folk with elven sight. If you manage to sneak past them... Well, you're pretty much in uncharted territory. I reckon that they have temporary headquarters somewhere near the new dam. If you get some info from it, good. If you just happen to kill their leader, even better. I would suggest asking around in in Underwood first. Wood elves are quiet conservative folk, but they see and hear a lot."
Breaker
09-21-06, 09:00 PM
Josh repressed a smile at the sight of Bann shuffling to his feet from beneath the newspaper. The urge to smile faded as the roundish man elaborated on the required task. "This job sure is no walk in the park... but then again, someone's got to do it."
Picking up the faded map and studying it, Josh immediately began trying to find a weak point for infiltration, which was impossible due to the total lack of detail on the map. As the vendor finished his spiel, Josh shook his head slightly.
"I do have a few friends who would no doubt be willing to help me, but as hard as infiltrating would be alone, it would be twice as hard with two people, and so on." Although the vendor had made the task seem very dangerous, Josh felt pulled to it. With the suspicion of foreign innvolvement, it sounded exactly like the kind of thing he would have been doing back on Earth in the UCA. He persisted.
"I'm still interested in taking this on. It says here that Corone could provide a regiment," Josh gestured towards the passage which he had cited, "But that they want inside information first. I think I could infiltrate the lumberjacks, and maybe even subdue their leader, but there's hardly any way I could destroy the dam on my own, or defeat the entire camp. Would the regiment still be available to come in once I've retrieved any relevant information?"
Unlike most swords-for-hire that came to Bann, who were always bullheadedly marching into their own demise, coveting glory and riches, the youth that stood before him actually had some brain between his ears. Most hero wannabes would probably try to storm the rebels and keep the entire accolade for themselves, but the man had enough wits to know that it was impossible in this situation. If there were more mercs such as him the undertakers would probably have a lot less graves to dig and a lot less coffins to fill.
“Yeah, the Rangers have their contingent in Underwood, but after losing several scouts, they are unwilling to move in without knowing what to expect. Marching in there like a herd of bison would probably lead them into a trap. That’s why they insisted for the CAF to wait with their march against the lumberjacks.” Bann spoke.
“But if you can get in and find out what’s going on and then get a word to them, I’m sure they’d me more then willing to get this thorn out of their sides. Here...” the vendor pause, pulling out a sealed scroll that marked the young man as the temporary employee of the Corone government. “They won’t believe you’re working for us without this. And good luck.” he concluded with a smirk.
“A brave boy. I hope he doesn’t get himself killed.”
Breaker
09-25-06, 07:15 AM
Josh accepted the scroll, thanking the vendor as he did so. The Agent then focused on the job description once more, reading it through several times to make sure it would stick in his memory. As he memorized the elven scrawl, he slipped the scroll into a holster on his utility belt. The holster had been designed to hold the barrel of a semi-automatic, but given the lack of guns on Althanas, Josh had not used that particular pocket in some time. The wax covered scroll fit snugly into the depths, and Josh was comfortable that it could not be seen or fall out. Deciding that he now had a sufficient understanding of the task, he looked back to the vendor.
"Is there anything else I should know? Otherwise, thanks you very much, and I should be getting off to Underwood."
"You can never have too much information for a job like this..."
((Terribly sorry about not replying to this in a timely manner, but I thought I concluded in my last post.))
Regardless of how much he wished to help the boy further and make this dire mission easier for him, Bann had no more information to give. He pulled out every bit of info from both his tome and his head and now it was up to the boy to do something with it. He closed the voluminous book and secured it back in the drawer of his desk before he took a more relaxed posture on his chair.
“Nope, that’s about it. Hopefully it would be enough to prevent you from getting killed.”
With the exchange concluded, Bann picked up the newspapers once again, not terribly interested in its content, but not really having anything better to do. Luckily, the day was nearing to its end – the irritation of the uncomfortable backrest of the chair reminding him that he was here the whole day.
Shifter
10-05-06, 02:35 PM
"The Corone Navy, huh?" Tom thought to himself.
The youth had wandered away from his master’s weapon shop in Radasanth and into the Bazaar District, following the throng of people on the same trajectory. He liked this part of the marketplace, filled as it was with people going about their business. It was a true melting pot, people from all over coming to inspect different merchants’ wares. Tome enjoyed studying people; their expressions, their smell, their sounds. Few places offered as many objects of study in such consistency as the Bazaar. Yet, it was not the observation of other sentient beings that interested the boy just then. A large printed note dominating the center of the Employment Kiosk’s board caught his translucent eyes.
The arrogant transient felt no apprehension from the mention of possible dangers in the notice. Indeed, the thought of peril was attractive in light of the rather tedious repetitiveness of his life lately. Yrian Nott had decided to pause Thomas’ aon training for a month and gave his protégé a vacation of sorts to do with whatever he wished. Driven by a constant search for challenges, this break seemed more of a punishment for the enthusiastic boy than a treat. Always one for spontaneous action, he quickly made up his mind that this notice was just what he had been looking for to fill the hours before he could recommence his training.
“Who should I report to for #1 and where can I find them?” he inquired of the round, bald man in the kiosk.
Day never seemed longer to Bann, though why he had that feeling, he could not tell. It was just one of those days that passed by at crawl speed, the kind that made the shadows seemingly stationary for far too long. This feeling of utter slowness was further amplified for the vendor because unlike the hawkers and the merchants, he didn’t have goods for which he could haggle nor did his ‘merchandise’ attract the kind of people that liked to chew the fat. Generally, the people that came to his kiosk were all about business, checking out the board for missions that might lead them to either glory or an early grave. And such people weren’t prone to wasting time on needless palavers.
He was in the middle of fifty-eighth game of solitaire, ace of spades stuck under a part of a scale that he couldn’t move anywhere, when another young lad blocked the sunlight and came asking for a job. Number one. Mission as fickle as the sea on which it would probably take place.
“Not enough trouble on the land for you, huh, so you’re off searching it on the seas?” Bann said, a faint smile on his face clarifying that he meant no offense. “It’s good. Our boys down at the docks could always use another pair of hands. Corone Navy has five ships docked there, waiting to be supplied and manned. It’s hard to miss them; they’re the only contingent of war frigates present at the docks. You should report to Rafnar Aleemos, captain of the ‘Acheron’. He’ll find something for you to do on one of the five ships. It all depends on your skills.”
“And I do hope you have some skills and I don’t mean just at seafaring.” the vendor continued. He didn’t need to look into his tome of information; he knew all about this particular mission because the talk about it filled the taverns. “Sure, the officials say that the three cargo ships just got lost in one of the storms and ran aground, but if that was the case, they wouldn’t be recruiting mercs and sending a bunch of armed guards on a rescue mission, now would they? So don’t be surprised if you find something other then just shipwrecks amidst those islands up north. Especially given the contents of the cargo.”
He paused, looked around for any eavesdroppers, then continued. “You see, those three ships carried a shipment of cannons that Corone purchased from Alerar recently and it is of utmost importance that this cargo is brought back to Radasanth. If the crew is still alive, all the better. If you manage to capture those responsible for this shipwrecking, more shinnies for you. The brass up in the Palace would sure like to know who wanted to thwart their arming effort.”
Aziz has been perusing the board from where he stands in line, and has been watching as the jobs are claimed one by one. By some twist of fate or divine providence the one he had had his eye on remains available. Looking up from the bottom of the board where his desired job hangs unassumingly, the young man realizes with a small start that no one is left in line in front of him.
Shaking his head slightly to clear it, he takes a few quick steps up to the kiosk and gestures at the neatly-written slip of paper marked with #4.
"Hey there! So what're the details for this fourth job here, hanging all by itself?"
“Another day, another ten thousand faces passing by the window.” Bann thought, his eyes distant and weary, observing the milling Bazaar clientele and the sharp-eyed hawkers. It was hard to find a proper comparison to the bustle of the Bazaar. It wasn’t exactly a sea of people because water had a balance, had a certain eerily tranquility that the frantic activity of the marketplace severely lacked. Bazaar was more like an anthill after a foot of a careless wanderer stepped onto it. Thousands of different people rushed this way and that, each with a unique purpose, and yet they were all the same, just faces in the crowd that traded one good for another before passing on their place to the next person in line.
When Bann first got the job of an Employment Kiosk vendor, the myriad of strange faces and aromas and sights seemed intriguing enough. But after months spent in this storm of people, he realized that there was a pattern in the seemingly unpredictable sea. Tight-lipped middle-aged men always argued and whined about the prices. Old hags always counted the change twice. Young heroes always came fishing for glory on his kiosk, regularly not bringing a good enough fishing pole.
The most recent greenhorn didn’t seem much different from all the rest that came searching for a job. Faces and hair colors and attires changed, but the semi-gullible eyes that dreamt of great deeds were always the same. He wondered distantly how come nowadays nobody opts for a normal life of a merchant or a farmer. No, everybody wanted to brandish their steel and show that he or she had guts to go beyond the call of duty. Even if there was no call of duty to begin with.
“Number four you say?” the vendor asked more to give himself time to snap out of his thoughtfulness and retrieve the big black tome beneath the counter. He flipped the large book open, tracking down the requested mission. “Aye, that seems like an easy one, but I wouldn’t bet my house on it. The brass don’t request additional escort for an easy task, if you know what I mean?”
“Basically, all you have to do is take this Edward Tanniser from Radasanth, down the South Road to Underwood, and from there to Akashima via the West Road. You could save some time cutting through Concordia, but Eddo here is one stuck-up emissary, refusing to ride in anything except lofty carriages. So you have to take him down the main roads.” Bann spoke, propping his round head on one of his hands as his squinted eyes peered out of the shadow of the kiosk and into the green ones of the job-seeking youth.
“Unfortunately, driving down the main roads is pretty much like carrying a bull’s eye painted on your forehead. Edward has two personal guards, but he will need more. The rumor is that there are a bunch of outlaws stalking the main roads lately. They don’t do much damage, a raid here or there, mostly on foreign merchants. They call themselves the Corone Faithful, quasi-patriots that dislike anything that doesn’t have a Corone sigil on it. An emissary that was supposed to support Akashima’s sovereignty on Corone soil is bound to be a thorn in their sides.”
“Report to the Tanniser manor in the Government District.” Bann concluded, handing over the written orders with the seal of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. “Edward’s ward will be glad to see some reinforcements.”
((You don’t have to do this as a solo. In fact, I think it would be better if you got one or two members on board, but it’s completely up to you.))
((Missions 1 & 3 are up for the picking again, since the claimants never made the threads. Also, two more missions were added, and the rewards for #1 are changed.))
Rhonwen Bel
12-23-06, 10:29 PM
Rhonwen approached the board, her deep blue orbs searching for any deed in need of doing. Finally, she fell upon a scribbled notice for help by a man named Edon, who seemed to have a giant bug infestation. She quickly grabbed the note, crumpling a corner of the paper in her haste, and headed over to the man running the kiosk.
"This one. What can you tell me about Edon's plight in the third notice?" she asked, the words flowing from her lips without pause, thrusting the scrap of parchment out to the man in urgency. "This poor man needs help, and I feel I can give him just that."
Bann just finished dealing with a rather young sword-for-hire and started to jot down what was bound to be the winning combination of bets on local prizefighting when a feminine voice snatched him away from his numbers. The benevolent statement didn’t surprise him greatly, but once he lowered the papers and noted who uttered it, words got stuck in his throat. Before him stood a young, pretty lass, clad in heavy armor, looking more like a knight then any of the customers he had today. Sincerity was prominent in her voice, changing the indifferent face of the vendor into a mild smile.
“Khm, well, I certainly didn't expect for someone like you to be interested in this." the rotund man within the cubicle said, eyeing the paladin studiously, examining her almost in admiration. Seldom he saw people that carried an air of distinct purity. It was more then enough of a clarification for him that she was the right person for the job.
“I mean, knights like you usually pay little heed to something as small time as this.” Bann said, sitting on the edge of his chair, visibly tense. He always had a notion that knights, however benevolent, could always look straight throug his exterior and into his mind. “Old man Edon came to me a while ago, running his mouth on and on about these large green bugs that were eating his crops and even butchering some of his livestock, so I made him put up a note. From what I could gather, next to his farm there’s an abandoned estate with an orchard and some ruins in the middle of it. Apparently, it’s from this orchard that these monsters came. According to what Edon described, these things are like... like... Damn, what do you call those... Mantises, yes, like mantises, only bigger.”
Bann paused, then remembered a rumor that went around and decided to share that as well. “Rumor has it that the ruins are cursed and that they were the reason why the lord of the manor and his family fled from these parts. Then again, some say that they are still in there, dead as door nails, and that these bugs got so big by feasting on their bodies. It’s up to you to check it out. Edon’s farm is on the west edge of Concordia forest, several miles north from the West Road.”
((Yeah, feel free to take this quest in any direction you want. Also, you don't have to do it alone, so you can recruit some people to help you if you want to. I'm sure there'll be plenty of people wanting to help a knight who is a chick. I'm one of them. ;) ))
((Err, I actually did make the thread. I've been PM'ing Roscar about it but he hasn't responded as of yet. Was planning on continuing it as a solo...but I did start the quest! (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=2783)))
((I know, but it's been like four months since the last activity in that thread, so I figured it's going nowhere, especially since Roscar is nowhere to be seen. If you really intend to finish it, I'll give it back to you and I guess Rhonwen can take a different quest. Or even better, maybe you two could join up? That would be rather nice I think. A cleric/paladin and an undead. ;) ))
Special Forces
12-27-06, 05:20 AM
Leo walked looked over the notice board. He then said in his soft but firm voice "Could i have number 6 please good sir." When he got done speaking he dusted off his cothes and polished the pomel of his rapier.
"Eyed it first!"
And in that moment, a young Fallien man forced himself to the vendor, just before the prudent man who had nearly claimed the notice that Drenn had been looking over only moments before.
"Number six, if you may sirs... who's she?"
Looking to the rather feminine paladin, Drenn grinned a handsome smile and turned back to the vendor, shaking his head slightly. "Which assignment is she detailing?..."
I'll take whoever wants me along! Or both?
"Hey, hey, no need to fight for it. There's plenty of mischief all around Corone for all you wannabe heroes!" Bann spoke, stifling a chuckle but not a mild smirk. It would've been a heartily one, but the fat vendor knew fairly well the percentage of those who actually accomplish the mission without losing a limb or even worse, their life. However, the plight of the local armorer seemed to attract a pair of adventurers, though one of them seemed more interested in the pretty paladin woman that took one of the missions seconds before.
"You're barking up the wrong tree, lad. I think she's somewhat of a holy woman and you won't be a lot of detailing with her," Bann said in hushed tone, adding a mischievous wink before he proceeded. "Khm, yes, but if you insist, she's taking care of old man Edon and the infestation of mantises. As for number six..."
He flipped open his logbook, tracking down the mentioned number. He knew most of the details already, but Bann was a creature of habit and he liked to double (and sometimes triple) check everything. "Ah, yes, the runaway lass. I'd be careful about this one. It seems easy enough, just a stray girl that lost herself on the way home, but I think we both agree that that would be a bit too easy. It could be that she was kidnapped, but that her captors didn't ask for ransom yet. I'd talk to her parents if I were you, just to find out did they have any enemies."
"Also, there's what I like to call the youth factor," the rotund vendor added, leaning against the backrest of his chair. "You see, there's a chance that the lass actually ran away from home. It's not uncommon in this day and age that young girls get enthralled by a song of some rapscallion bard who is only out to deflower them. But I guess that doesn't help you much since bards come a dime a dozen these days. If that was the case, I'd ask some of her friends. They are bound to know whether or not somebody tried to woo her."
Silence Sei
01-05-07, 10:52 AM
Among all of the warriors and adventurers plotting their missions and thinking of the rewards, two figures stood out. Both of these figures stood solemnly, wrapped in purple cloaks with their faces hidden from daylight and man alike. However, that is not to say that they were not looking at the plights that seemed to infest the good country of Corone nowdays. In fact, if one of these figures were to remove his cloak, he would resemble a smaller version of a true Radasanth hero, and a patriot to the end.
The first figure turned to the second, who had obviously much longer hair (as it was spilling out from the cloak). This second figure approached the man who seemed to be addressing all of the others and patiently waited. When it seemed as though the man was done answering his questions from everyone else, a minute, feminine voice came out from the cloak. "Excuse me sir," the voice said, articulating her words so that she sounded as grown up as possible, "My associate and I have read of the plague that threatens Jaydet in mission #7."
"The two of us would like to conduct this investigation of the city, and the neighboring islands. I firmly believe that we can have your answers in a weeks time. You see, I too know what it's like to be plagued by an unknown illness, and it is very unpleasent to say the least. The pain I endured wh---" The girl's explanation was paused in mid-sentence as she looked back to the first figure, nodding. She then turned back to the man whom she was talking to.
"I will not only garuntee you answers within a week, but I will also garuntee you that my associate and I will have the help of a great Corone hero. 'Silence' Sei Orlouge will be our gaurdian while we conduct our studies of this virus. With such a person as the 'Protector of Radasanth' with us, do you have any doubts that we will emerge victorious?" The girl finished her sentence with a rather arrogant smirk before turning back to the first figure and erasing the smug look instantly.
"Silent Sei, huh?" Bann asked, supporting his round face and his pair of chins on of his thick hands. "Never heard of him. Then again, I hail from Scara Brae, so there's no wonder in that," he added, straightening himself in his chair in order to deal with another set of adventurers. There were days when he could actually doze on the job and today was definitely not one of those days. It seemed that with the blistering sun, the spirits of the folk soared, inspiring them to register for benevolent deeds.
"Let me tell you a bit about them heroes, miss. You're too young to go messing with that kind of folken. From my personal experience, these self-proclaimed heroes have a bad habit of making an even bigger mess of things. Because if they are around, I assure you that something big and nasty is around too," Bann said, not with disrespect, but with sincerity. He saw his share of heroes back in Scara Brae, and though they tended to emerge victorious in the end, they also did a lot of collateral damage the got forgotten once the dragon is slain or the pretty maiden was saved. And those were actual heroes. Far more common was the ilk that liked to ornate themselves with titles and prance around in shiny armors, beating their chest and inflating their accomplishments. The vendor didn't know which of the two this Silent Sei Orlouge was, and he didn't particularly care either. He simply didn't want for the young lass to walk into something that she'd regret later.
"How come they always have these descriptive names, these famous people? Silent Sei. Max Dirks. Letho Ravenheart. How come there was never a hero named simply Joe?" Bann got temporarily distracted with his thoughts that he nearly forgot that the girl was still standing there, asking for the reply to her question.
"Khm, yes..." he coughed, regaining his composure. "If you insist, you can go ahead and try your luck at Jadet. Things are pretty bad though. The healers thought it was leprosy at first, but they were unable to cure it, so the sick and the dead are all over the place. Those that aren't infected hide out of sight or try to get out of the city. You'll have to have this not to enter," Bann said, handing over a paper with an official stamp of the Corone Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"There's a possibility that this outbreak was natural, but I wouldn't bet my life on it. There are some queer folk that far east, I tell you. I'd look around Jadet if I were you, see if there's somebody who isn't too fond of the local folk. There is a rumor that there are some witches on the nearby islands, but the sea is shallow there so few dare to venture there." He concluded with folding his arms and resting them on his fat belly.
"I wish you luck, little lady. You're going to need it."
Silence Sei
01-05-07, 01:56 PM
"Thank you sir," said the girl, who had to bite her tongue when the man spoke bad about heroes, "we will be back shortly. Promise!" The young girl winked at Bann as she began to walk off, the first fogure remaining where he had been the entire time. Finally, the first figure removed the hood of his cloak, revealing orange hair and azure blue eyes. The young man looked to Bann, a smile crossing his face.
"Do forgive my daughter, Sir," said the youth, his voice not coming from the outside world, but within Bann's head, "She is young, and ill-tempered as most of us our in the years when puberty comes around. I promise that we are in good hands, and we shall make a quick return. Thank you for this opportunity." The orange haired teenager smiled and turned away, walking quickly behind the enthusiastic young lady.
Sir Fedlund Overby
01-05-07, 07:57 PM
Fedlund, like most newcomers to a city, needed something to do rather than just wander around the streets. Strolling through the Bazaar, he spotted a rather fascinating stall that seemed to be wallpapered with a variety of signs and notices. The hare begins perusing the notices, reading each one aloud to himself.
"Hmmm...Corone Navy...egads, no way you'll catch me on some leak ridden rat infested tub of wood out in the middle of the water. Next..."
The next poster was requesting heroes for to help defend a far off land against a massive evil army. It read: "Certain death. Small chance of success. What are YOU waiting for?"
The picture of a dwarf pointing at the reader did little to convince Fedlund.
"Certain death? While certainly courageous, hardly my style."
The next poster, however, stirred Fedlund to the core. He let out a yelp, accompnaied by a small hop, not particularly acclimating to such human customs as lines and orderliness.
"I will aid this man. I am Sir Fedlund Overby of the Heath, Warden of the Mead and Baron of the Burrow! If a home, and especially a farm that may grow vegetables, is in danger, I will not stand by idly. Allow me to attempt #3.”
((I'm terribly sorry for not noticing this sooner.))
"Number 3, you say?" Bann said, scratching one of his two chins, observing the overgrown bunny and stifling a chuckle. "It seems everyone wants to get that one. Can't say why. Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but that task has already been claimed."
The vendor had to admit that he had never had a stranger menagerie requesting the one and the same mission. First came the skeleton, then somewhat of his polar opposite - a cleric, and now there was a hare that could speak. It seemed that there was not a boring day to be had in Radasanth nowadays. Maybe a full sized dragon would come strolling down the streets again. Bann knocked against the wood of his table, just in case that this odd days got even more queer.
"However, if you wish to join the previous two, you can try to catch up with them. That shouldn't be a problem for somebody like you." At this, the fat vendor couldn't hold back a mild laughter, laughing at his own joke.
((Yeah, Rhonwen Bel and Krugor both claimed this quest already. You should PM them and try to work something out with them.))
Fallen King
01-12-07, 10:21 PM
It wasn’t often that Vernon found himself in the Bazaar, not after what had happened a few years ago. Yet now the vagrant, the former king of the mixed martial arts world, wondered the streets of bazaar for the first time in years despite having virtually no money. In a way it actually pained him. All the look of all the fine items he would never be able to own, the smell of all the great foods that he could no longer afford to eat; so much kept reminding him of the life he used to have not to long ago.
“I guess it’s true what they say, being poor is a real bitch, especially once you get used to being rich,” thought the depressed bum as he took another long swig from his cigarette.
He just needed to find that employment kiosk. Hopefully then he could at least get some decent cash in his pocket and get back on his feet.
“Yeah, just like in those fucking fairy tales,” he thought bitterly as he finished off his cigarette.
It was around that time that he picked up several people mulling around one a very odd looking booth. Moving a bit closer it didn’t take Vernon long to figure out that it was the place he was looking for, after all, not too many shops (or any for that matter) were made out of stone. The down on his luck fighter broke into a slow run as he moved through the crowd to get a view of what jobs were being offered.
As his eyes scanned over the available jobs the only thing Vernon really looked at was the rewards each job offered, the job description itself didn’t really matter to him, he had long since passed the point where things such as pride and dignity got in the way of a potential paycheck. It didn’t take more than one or two days with out food or drink to learn that lesson.
“1000 gold plus another 500 bonus”
Those words immediately jumped out in his mind, increasing his spirits considerably. He didn’t think he would ever get a chance to see that kind of money again.
“I’ll take job #1 please,” said Vernon with a slight twinkle in his dull blue eyes.
Sir Fedlund Overby
01-14-07, 07:50 AM
Fedlund's fervor for facing formidable foes of the farm fades forthwith.
"Oh...the job has already been taken by two other blokes. Well, I don't suppose they would really need my help then. No sense in sending too many cooks to the kitchen. Let me look around a bit."
Fedlund once again inspects the notices hanging in the area. While not nearly as noble as defending the farm, Fedlund has always traveled and Akashima sounds very appealing. No reason not to baby sit a diplomat along the way. Fedlund returns to Bann's desk.
"I would like to take a trip to Akashima anyway, I'll take that diplomat in #4 along for the ride. But, traveling with just a diplomat sounds a bit less than exemplary. From what I have heard, they like to talk a great deal and don't neccesarily say anything at all. Another companion in my travels would be most fantastical, if anyone is interested."
PM me if you are interested in joining this quest.
Nova wasn't really paying much attention as she looked over the board. She needed to prove herself, something that would make her look like a hero.
"Wow a big Bunny!" Nova chirped seeing her lapine, this one a large anthro with more fur than the modified kitty girl. She listened to his job he was taking and it sounded like a good one. Diplomats were the kind of people that avoided making enimies so it would be easy and then she could gloat over Aaron and his men that she helped out a whole nation.
"I'll Join mr. RAbit too. I think I could be a great help."
((Apologies for not responding sooner.))
It wasn’t often that Vernon found himself in the Bazaar, not after what had happened a few years ago. Yet now the vagrant, the former king of the mixed martial arts world, wondered the streets of bazaar for the first time in years despite having virtually no money. In a way it actually pained him. All the look of all the fine items he would never be able to own, the smell of all the great foods that he could no longer afford to eat; so much kept reminding him of the life he used to have not to long ago.
“I guess it’s true what they say, being poor is a real bitch, especially once you get used to being rich,” thought the depressed bum as he took another long swig from his cigarette.
He just needed to find that employment kiosk. Hopefully then he could at least get some decent cash in his pocket and get back on his feet.
“Yeah, just like in those fucking fairy tales,” he thought bitterly as he finished off his cigarette.
It was around that time that he picked up several people mulling around one a very odd looking booth. Moving a bit closer it didn’t take Vernon long to figure out that it was the place he was looking for, after all, not too many shops (or any for that matter) were made out of stone. The down on his luck fighter broke into a slow run as he moved through the crowd to get a view of what jobs were being offered.
As his eyes scanned over the available jobs the only thing Vernon really looked at was the rewards each job offered, the job description itself didn’t really matter to him, he had long since passed the point where things such as pride and dignity got in the way of a potential paycheck. It didn’t take more than one or two days with out food or drink to learn that lesson.
“1000 gold plus another 500 bonus”
Those words immediately jumped out in his mind, increasing his spirits considerably. He didn’t think he would ever get a chance to see that kind of money again.
“I’ll take job #1 please,” said Vernon with a slight twinkle in his dull blue eyes.Bann wondered when somebody would pick number one. He had specific instructions about that particular mission, orders that came down from very high above in the military food chain, and he was no to recruit anybody who looked suspicious. This lad that walked in a confidently asked for number one didn't seem like much, but then again, he wasn't one of those shady types either.
"Ah, number one. This one is quite a pickle, but our boys down at the docks could always use another pair of hands. Corone Navy has five ships docked there, waiting to be supplied and manned. It’s hard to miss them; they’re the only contingent of war frigates present at the docks. You should report to Rafnar Aleemos, captain of the ‘Acheron’. He’ll find something for you to do on one of the five ships. It all depends on your skills.”
"I do hope you have some skills and I don’t mean just at seafaring.” the vendor continued. He didn’t need to look into his tome of information; he knew all about this particular mission because the talk about it filled the taverns. “Sure, the officials say that the three cargo ships just got lost in one of the storms and ran aground, but if that was the case, they wouldn’t be recruiting mercs and sending a bunch of armed guards on a rescue mission, now would they? So don’t be surprised if you find something other then just shipwrecks amidst those islands up north. Especially given the contents of the cargo.”
He paused, looked around for any eavesdroppers, then continued. “You see, those three ships carried a shipment of cannons that Corone purchased from Alerar recently and it is of utmost importance that this cargo is brought back to Radasanth. If the crew is still alive, all the better. If you manage to capture those responsible for this shipwrecking, more shinnies for you. The brass up in the Palace would sure like to know who wanted to thwart their arming effort.”
Fedlund's fervor for facing formidable foes of the farm fades forthwith.
"Oh...the job has already been taken by two other blokes. Well, I don't suppose they would really need my help then. No sense in sending too many cooks to the kitchen. Let me look around a bit."
Fedlund once again inspects the notices hanging in the area. While not nearly as noble as defending the farm, Fedlund has always traveled and Akashima sounds very appealing. No reason not to baby sit a diplomat along the way. Fedlund returns to Bann's desk.
"I would like to take a trip to Akashima anyway, I'll take that diplomat in #4 along for the ride. But, traveling with just a diplomat sounds a bit less than exemplary. From what I have heard, they like to talk a great deal and don't neccesarily say anything at all. Another companion in my travels would be most fantastical, if anyone is interested."It seemed that the oversized bunny was set on getting a job today, so instead of hopping away to eat some carrots, he scoured the remaining notes, finding another one that he found appropriate. “Number four you say?” the vendor asked as he retrieved the big black tome beneath the counter.
“Aye, that seems like an easy one, but I wouldn’t bet my house on it. Basically, all you have to do is take this Eddard Tanniser from Radasanth, down the South Road to Underwood, and from there to Akashima via the West Road.” Bann spoke, propping his round head on one of his hands as his squinted eyes peered out of the shadow of the kiosk and into the ones belonging to the rabbit.
“Unfortunately, driving down the main roads is pretty much like carrying a bull’s eye painted on your forehead. Eddard has two personal guards, but he will need more. The rumor is that there are a bunch of outlaws stalking the main roads lately. They don’t do much damage, a raid here or there, mostly on foreign merchants. They call themselves the Corone Faithful, quasi-patriots that dislike anything that doesn’t have a Corone sigil on it. An emissary that was supposed to support Akashima’s sovereignty on Corone soil is bound to be a thorn in their sides.”
#1
URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT
The Corone Navy is currently recruiting freelance mariners and swords-for-hire for a mission in the neutral waters north of the coasts of Corone. They are to accompany a group of our most experienced sailors on a convoy of ships that is to retrieve the cargo from an archipelago where three transport vessels were lost. Currently, the reason for the disappearance of these ships is unknown, but it is assumed that the rough autumn thunderstorms shifted them off course. However, several rumors speak of Alerar radicals that intentionally sabotaged the convoy. Therefore, chances for a hostile threat are moderate.
Primary objective: Retrieve the cargo.
Secondary objective: Rescue the mariners.
Bonus objective: Take into custody those responsible for the disappearance of the ships.
Rewards: 1000 gold piece plus another 500 if the bonus objective is accomplished.
For more information, ask the local vendor.
"A little fleet lost, eh?" The half-mer woman flicked some hair over her shoulder, letting her silver eyes scan back over the slightly battered ad.
"Well, Orun, I'm not much for working with the law...but I can't really stand for fellow sailors to just be...taken, with their entire ship and cargo. What do you say we go find what happened?" She turned to her half-orc friend, looking for his reaction.
The green-skinned man shrugged, not much fussed one way or other. "So... we most likely do battle aboard someone else's ship for the sake of earning enough money to buy our own? What have we got to lose?"
"That's my man," she said with a grin, patting him on the arm as she went up to talk with the man working there. Leaning up against the counter with a lazy ease, she waited until she was sure she had his attention.
"So...my mate and I are kinda looking for a job. Your lost convoy seems right down our lane, and the catch is even right up there plain as day. Any hidden catches that we should know about? Otherwise...what day, what port, and which ship?"
Oh, yeah. bunny of Orun approved via IM by Green_is_the_new_Black.
Bann was in a middle of a warm bun, with sugar frosting and plum jelly all over his lips, when the pretty little lass and her not so pretty green companion stopped in front of his boot. He listened to the girl speak, wiping the food remnants with the back of his sleeve as best as he could while he tried to swallow hastily before his turn to speak came. They asked for number one. Mission as fickle as the sea on which it would probably take place.
“Well, aren't you an uncanny pair?” Bann said, an amicable smile on his face clarifying that he meant no offense. “I hope that big lug keeps you safe, lassie. You'll probably need him during this one. Corone Navy has five ships docked down at the Docks, waiting to be supplied and manned. It’s hard to miss them; they’re the only contingent of war frigates present at the docks. You should report to Rafnar Aleemos, captain of the ‘Acheron’. He’ll find something for you to do on one of the five ships. It all depends on your skills.”
“And I do hope you have some skills and I don’t mean just at seafaring.” the fat vendor continued, cleaning his hands by wiping them against his robes. He didn’t need to look into his tome of information; he knew all about this particular mission because the talk about it filled the taverns. “Sure, the officials say that the three cargo ships just got lost in one of the storms and ran aground, but if that was the case, they wouldn’t be recruiting mercs and sending a bunch of armed guards on a rescue mission, now would they? So don’t be surprised if you find something other then just shipwrecks amidst those islands up north. Especially given the contents of the cargo.”
He paused, looked around for any eavesdroppers, then continued. “You see, those three ships carried a shipment of cannons that Corone purchased from Alerar recently and it is of utmost importance that this cargo is brought back to Radasanth. If the crew is still alive, all the better. If you manage to capture those responsible for this shipwrecking, more shinnies for you. The brass up in the Palace would sure like to know who wanted to thwart their arming effort.”
Damian was a long way from his house in the countryside. But the local villages are not in need for hired strong arms, so Damian has found himself at this very employment kiosk. He skimmed over several ads, Sigh. Not one decent hack and slash job. He skimmed over them again and decided to take his chances as being an escort for a diplomat. "Close enough to a hack and slash." He walked over to the large man hidden in the shade. "Sir I will take #4
HikariAngel
02-02-08, 11:45 PM
I read that Special Forces and Nein had #6 claimed, but I didn’t see a thread about this in their history and it doesn’t say it’s currently claimed. I say a year is old enough to pick up again. Walking into the imposing brick stall, Monica gulped. This was exactly the place she didn’t want to be. Given her recent spits of boredom and shortage of coin, however, she was willing to go to a few drastic measures to alleviate her predicament. Actually doing an honest day’s work was that measure.
Feline eyes browsed the notices, lingering on some longer than others. Most of the good ones were taken and the few that remained hardly caught her attention. There was a bug-killing mission… yuck. There was escorting an ambassador… no, she’d probably knock him out and steal his purse while he was unconscious. The only one left was a runaway girl, and the longer she read the notice, the more she felt she had to do something to help. Girls had to help each other out, after all.
“Excuse me, sir? What can you tell me about this Athena?”
All she had to do now was hope this guy wasn’t from the City guard or didn’t know about his patron’s “questionable” past. It took all of her willpower to keep from fidgeting with her gold purse… or at least the purse she last claimed as her own, that is.
A Nony Mouse
03-11-08, 11:48 PM
Travis approached the employment kiosk to see if anything would catch his eye. He was due up at a farm in the countryside in a few days, but maybe he could get a job on the way. "Excuse me sir," he asked the man in the center of the small room. "Is this #3 still available? Looks like something that I might just be able to do!"
Activity around the Employment Kiosk was unusually high, but not solely due to folk asking for a job. Soldiers of Corone Armed Forces seemed to surround the little stand, while a tall, dignified captain started tearing down the notices from the board. The Corone Empire put a claim on the kiosk for their own purposes, to promote the missions relevant to their own ends. All that Bann could do is sit with his hands folded in his lap and wait for them to be done. He didn't favor the Empire any more than the Rangers in the Civil War, so he disliked working for either. But the order came from way above and as a government official, he had to obey.
When a red-haired man approached, asking for a job that Captain Leeahn Festian tore down only seconds after, Bann leaped on the opportunity. It was a last chance to help somebody before he's start spreading Empire propaganda. The stringent Captain didn't mind. He calmly started to pin down new missions.
“Sure it is. And you arrived just in the nick of time. A couple of minutes later, and it would be gone,” Bann said, leaning into his chair, a bit more relaxed. “Old man Edon came to me a while ago, running his mouth on and on about these large green bugs that were eating his crops and even butchering some of his livestock, so I made him put up a note. From what I could gather, next to his farm there’s an abandoned estate with an orchard and some ruins in the middle of it. Apparently, it’s from this orchard that these monsters came. According to what Edon described, these things are like... like... Damn, what do you call those... Mantises, yes, like mantises, only bigger.”
Bann paused, then remembered a rumor that went around and decided to share that as well. “Rumor has it that the ruins are cursed and that they were the reason why the lord of the manor and his family fled from these parts. Then again, some say that they are still in there, dead as door nails, and that these bugs got so big by feasting on their bodies. It’s up to you to check it out. Edon’s farm is on the west edge of Concordia forest, several miles north from the West Road.”
((From this point on, the thread is closed, but keep an eye out for a new one some time soon.))
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